fucker: @noctispostmortem
Miguel groaned as he stirred awake, the sound seemed strange to him though he didn’t give it much thought. He really didn’t want to get out of bed, today it seemed even more comfortable that usual, warmer too. He rolled over, a few strands of hair falling into his face as a hand rose to shove them away. What should have been golden eyes cracked open, squinting at the light filtering through his room as he tried to clear the fog of sleep from his mind. Something felt… weird. Off. And that’s when he noticed the room around him and his brows furrowed. “Huh?” What the hell?
He sat up, glancing around and trying to figure out where the hell he was. Did he… did he sleep with someone last night and actually end up staying over? Couldn’t have, could he? He remembered being in his own bed last night, he certainly hadn’t been with anyone and he never stayed over after even those times he was drunk. And just who the fuck owns this joint anyway? Everything was just so clearly expensive, this one room likely cost more than his brother’s entire yearly salary. “Fuck this,” he murmured before he found himself even more stunned, yeah that was clearly not his voice. Glancing down, he noticed the figure that he had completely different than his own. Well, he must be dreaming, but what the fuck was he dreaming he was some rich chick for?
Standing up, he made his way towards the mirror he spotted in the room, taking in his features for a moment before a slow smirk began to crawl its way onto his lips. Her lips. “I guess I could have some fun with this,” he snickered, though the Spanish accent was still there it seemed so strange when coupled with this voice. Without another word, he began to search through her room, curious as to what he’d find. A dirty secret, a hidden life, a strange and dangerous obsession? Who knows! But he was definitely going to find out.
The first thing she would notice as sleep faded from her mind would be how uncomfortable her bed had become throughout the night. The normal amount of fluffy pillows she would pile around herself was noticeably no longer there, and now golden eyes would flutter open in confusion, only to be met by a room that most certainly was not her own. She didn’t fall asleep here. “What the fuck?” Wait. Not only was this not her room, that was not her voice. Head whipping around to check the bed for another person, she was met by the fact that that voice had, in fact, been hers. Not hers, but hers for now.
Blonde hair hadn’t even gotten into her face as she looked around, but much darker, less tangled locks made their way into her vision instead. Moving a hand up to touch the hair, it would be found that her hand had become incredibly masculine. And darker in skin tone. No, this definitely was not her body. Looking down at herself would only confirm that even further. Apparently, she had no mirror in the room, but did she even want one at this point?
Jolting out of the uncomfortable bed, Desiree stumbled for a moment as she got used to this new body, walking out of the room and searching around for a bathroom with a mirror. Not here, not here.. There. Bathroom. She would waste no time looking into the mirror, being met with a face that was somewhat familiar. She knew this guy. Why was she this drunkard? Didn’t he throw a bottle of tequila at her once? She would yell out in frustration, grabbing dark hair and tugging it a bit as if to try and wake herself up. Nope, not working. “What the fuck?! I don’t want to have a fucking dick! Hello?!”
After ten minutes of walking back to the room, trying her best to get dressed with all the ugly clothes that this guy apparently had, then instead taking from (apparently?) his brother’s wardrobe, then exchanging quick words with said brother on their location, Desiree was heading out the door in a hurry. She absolutely was not wasting any time with this; she was getting home to see if this weirdo had gotten her body as well. Even if she had to sneak past that damned gate security to do it. No way she was going to have fun with this at the moment.