Body Snatcher: Emma|| Catseye
With a deep yawn, Emma rubbed her eye already hoping she’d overslept just a tad. Her activities of the night had left her if anything exhausted and she really didn’t want to teach the noisy brats anymore. Why she agreed she wasn’t sure.Half asleep, Emma threw the comforter off, letting her bare feet hit the floor.
Eyes snapping open, more alert Emma looked around the room. it wasn’t hers. A blood-curdling scream left her a second later. No hesitation, she made her way to the bathroom. It wasn’t happening. Fingers curling into one another, her handed fisted tightly. Dear lord, please don’t let me be a man. she thought bitterly. Who’d ever done this was going to pay. And pay heavily.
After regaining her composer, her eyes no longer blue but a soft lavender instead, met her gaze. Lavender hair. With a shirt clip breathing, Emma fought the grimace on the girls--her--face. “Just great. Bloody fucking tastic.” She growled to her reflection. She was going to solve this as soon as possible.
Quickly rummaging through the girls closet (She made a mental note to take her shopping) Emma found something more her style and quickly made haste to put it on. Finished, the once blonde stormed toward her own room. With a heated fist and temper flaring Emma pounded on it. “Open up, Catseye. We need to talk” Emma wasn’t mad at the girl--but rather hoping she’d gotten there in time to help her with Emma’s telepathy.. The girl wouldn’t know what hit her.
