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Post by Allyson Sinclair on Nov 18, 2016 9:28:32 GMT
All Alice wanted to do when she got home that night was maybe chug a beer and then crash. That was in fact what she had done. She had went home, piled her things off in the normal throw pile in the living room, walked into the kitchen got a beer, her and Marcell had talked about the day as normal, she took a shower and she went to bed.
Now she rolled over gripping a book like it was a pillow, it was only when she felt a small bit of drool run down the side of her face that she blinked a few a times before wiping at her face. That was when she should have noticed something was off about this situation. However she gripped the book tighter getting more comfortable in the soft mattress bed. A leg swung over the other in a reckless manner, something was off. An arm let go of the book and went to grab at the clock that was near her bed. However it was clear to her now that when she went to look at it, it was not there. 'What the hell?' She thought in a still sleepy manner.
It was only now that she did not remember going to sleep reading anything. Still on her stomach she wiped at her face again. That was when she noticed. Her hands were abnormally large. Blinking a few more times she sat up in the bed not really taking note to her surroundings. What was in that beer? Bringing a hand up she ran it through her hair, which was unusually short. "Did I cut my hair?" That was when she panicked. Her voice was really deep and low. What in the actual fuck? Now more awake that she had been like ten seconds ago she stood up from the bed, now really noticing things. Her balance was off and she tripped going to stand up.
This was clearly now a problem. She went to now stand back up, a bit slower this time. She was clearly not used to this height. And why in the hell was she in Marcell's room? There was no way that had happened. Her next thoughts were clearly the ones that she did not want to think about. While her and Marcell were close, they were not that close. Walking past his dresser which had a mirror on it, she did not think about it but caught glimpse as she walked by it. She stopped instantly moving back to the mirror. Tilting her head, though it was not her head. Her thoughts were being processed as she looked at Marcell in the mirror.
Looking down the front of the strange body, a brow arched in a high fashion. Her very manly physique now stood out to her. "No." This was not happening. It was only then that she realized she only boxers on. "I can't." She panicked again. Looking around the room for any pants that might have been there. She moved over to the clothes basket digging through it before she found a pair of pants. Blindly putting them on, the zipper coming up quicker than anticipated. Her heart almost stopped as she choked back a whine. Tears came to her eyes letting a hand come over her mouth. Never would she make fun of a man ever doing that again. This though, this was not happening. She was dreaming, but that pain was too real for this to be a dream.
Making sure everything was in order she adjusted 'her'self as best as she could without actually looking at anything. Able to move now she turned back to the door, realizing that she had been standing in front of a dresser. "Now.." She would not get used to that, "Now, you remind me that I was standing in front a dresser brain." She said as she shook her head. A hand reached out to grab at the doorknob. Maybe this would be her exit and she would wake up. Swinging the door open, no avail. The normal view from the other side of Marcell's room. "Damnit." She retorted.
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Post by Marcell Greystone on Nov 18, 2016 10:00:19 GMT
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Marcell had been practicing his magic again. He often got curious as to how far he could push himself, but only really tested this when home or out in the woods alone. Often he surprised himself in more ways than one. Magic was something he tried to be wary of. As much as he loved his abilities they also often scared him. As a child he couldn’t always control them. Now that he was an adult he had a better handle on things, but the thought of losing that control was always at the back of his mind.
Staying up late last night he’d been reading through a new spell book that he’d got his hands on. Some of the spells were small, such as creating a ball of light to lighten up a dark room. Then there was others which were a little more complex. One had offered to give him an out of body experience of sorts. Marcell had already been chanting away the phrases before reading the finer print as to how powerful this spell was exactly.
Next thing he remembered was waking up in the comfort of his bed. He couldn’t remember when he’d nodded off but that hadn’t been the most confusing thing for him to wake up to. His eyes fluttering open he noticed the clock on the side of the bed. He didn’t have a clock. Frowning some more he sat himself up and stretched out his arms. A pair of tiny hands appeared into view. He froze mid-stretch. Blinking quickly to figure out if he’s really seeing this. “What the…” he mutters, a sense of dread starting to fill him. The voice that came out wasn’t right at all. Glancing around what was meant to be his room revealed he was in Alice’s room. The one place in the apartment which were completely off bounds to him.
The pit in his stomach seemed to double in size. Hands coming to his head he felt the longer hair, pulling some into view to find it was no blonde. “Oh no… oh no, oh no, oh no” he whimpered, repeating the same words over in his head. This was not happening. Head shooting down was all he needed to confirm he definitely was no longer male. Stifling a scream his head shot back up and he covered his eyes. Thankfully Alice wore pajamas but that still didn’t ease the fact Marcell now had boobs. He kept his eyes scrunched shut and wished this was just a bad dream.
When it became clear nothing was changing anytime soon he yanked the bedsheets off of himself and crawled out of bed. Keeping his eyes as far away from his chest as he could he tilted his head upwards and stumbled through the mess of the room to get out of her room as quickly as possible. Slamming the door behind him he turned around and came face to face with… himself. His body anyway. It was even more weird seeing himself across the apartment. “This is a nightmare” he spoke in her voice, the tone still not registering with his brain that it was him. “I swear to god I did not do this on purpose” he waved his tiny hand once more, head still tilting upwards.
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Post by Allyson Sinclair on Nov 18, 2016 10:33:30 GMT
Foreign eyes darted across the room when her door opened. Only to see, herself. The reason for her silence was to make sure that she in fact was not in dream land. She had no idea how this crap worked. When she 'he' turned around and spoke Alice knew now this was no dream. The face that she wore crunched up, teeth clenching together somewhat and eyes narrowing at him. Or her, what the hell ever. "You are damned right this is a nightmare." She said in that very not familiar high pitched voice. She was never going to get used to that at least not now.
She moved across the kitchen not realizing that a cabinet was open, it was too late to avoid it now that she saw it. Smacking her forehead right into the wood. Only for its hinges to spring back and hit her a second time. Stumbling backwards bringing a hand up to her head she glared at the cabinet door before gripping it and shutting it rather aggressively. Taking in a deep breath, she collected herself before looking back to herself.
Both of her hands shot up in gesturing manner just waving long arms about in a ridiculous way, she found her legs doing almost the same. "What in the actual hell Marcell?" She said in his voice but clearly with her words. While he night not have done this on purpose, he had to fix it. Though she did not want to get angry at him, he was her friend one of her best in fact, and she refused to lose that over something like this. It was then when she walked around in a complete circle in the kitchen.
A hand came up to her face running it down starting at the forehead and stopping at the chin. That was weird. "Oh my god, I have stubble." She said looking back to Marcell as she now ran both hands on her cheeks, scrunching them up in an odd fashion. Alice was sure that to Marcell this was rather comical. "And just so you know, when this fixed." There was no if in this situation. "I am sorry about the zipper incident. It was just there, I could not help it." She bluntly came out and said to him. There was going to be no secrets in this experience, she would make sure of that.
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Post by Marcell Greystone on Nov 18, 2016 10:57:08 GMT
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Marcell had screwed up on some kind of catastrophic level. He didn’t even understand how Alice had managed to get roped into this. It wasn’t meant to be a body swap, this was what this was right? Marcells thoughts were racing at the implications of this. “I’ll figure it out, no way in hell are we staying stuck like this forever” he spoke in her voice, pacing the room some as he needed to move to think. He really needed to pee but that was a whole other challenge.
Hearing the thud Marcell shot a glare back at his own body, but quickly refrained from telling her not to damage the goods. She was already slamming cupboards and in a foul mood. Marcell could only hope she didn’t cause him any more injuries.
The arm waving was rather comical had the situation not been so awful. Marcell brought his hand up to brush back the blonde locks and scratch his head. Wincing some when Alice shouted at him. “I was practicing last night, I never thought it’d stick my soul in someone else's body.” The book. Marcell rushed off out the room to his own. All the shelves seemed so much higher in this shorter body. He wasn’t liking how far the ceiling was away from his head. Scouring the room he happened upon the book. Scooping it up into both arms he hugged it to his chest and hurried back out of the room.
Using his little arm he pushed off some of the junk that had piled up on the coffee table to make room for the book. Placing it down he began to flick through the pages to find the spell. Alice speaking in his voice was enough to pull at his attention. “... Zipper? Oh please tell me you didn’t. Alice I need that, stop trying to ruin my body.” He scrunched up his face and let out a deep sigh. “You need to call Valen, I- you are supposed to be working in the kitchen today. Call in sick. Also I need to go to the toilet. Is there anything I need to be warned about? You know, like… lady things?” he looked more concerned as he spoke. Marcell never wanted to speak about this with Alice. If their friendship had not yet been ruined already, it was certainly changed forever.
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Post by Allyson Sinclair on Nov 18, 2016 11:24:08 GMT
Alice could not even comprehend this right now. The level of confusing was on high alert and this was the most awkward situation she had ever been in. However if she would have picked anyone to share this with, it would have been him. As odd as that might have been thinking about, it was the truth. Had it been some complete stranger she only would have died right then and there. Deep down she in this very Marcell body she knew that he would fix it.
"Your soul, what about mine?" Alice questioned as he darted out of the room. She shook her head somewhat as he came back in. Her hands resting on her hips in a very not manly fashion. As she explained herself she shook her head yet again, the shorter hair lightly hitting the sides of her face. "I said I was sorry. It's not like I am doing it on purpose." She said to him as she looked down again realizing that she did not have a shirt on. Stepping back into Marcells room for a moment she grabbed one of the shirts that was on the floor from her digging about.
Moving back into the main area she pulled it on with clear difficulty. She gave a slight sigh when she got it on noticing that it on inside out. "Oh for christ sake." She said as she pulled it off again, turning it right side out and putting it on again. "Me, why do I have to cal.." Then it hit her. "Yeah okay whatever." That was going to be a great conversation, filled with lies and deception. She looked back to Marcell as he spoke of other things. "No please lets just not.." She trailed off taking in a breath, "It's fine please, just stop." Alice refused to talk about that. He was a grown man, woman, that was a rather good gentleman in those aspects.
"This does not ever, leave this apartment." She said looking to him with a very serious Marcell face. "Ever. I am not even kidding Marcell Greystone." She said to him with a full on drop dead serious face.
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Post by Marcell Greystone on Nov 18, 2016 12:04:54 GMT
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Marcell was under a lot of pressure to fix this. He worked horribly under this sort of pressure, at least as far as magic was concerned. Then it dawned on him he might not even have his magic. He wasn’t even in his own damn body. The more feminine face grew pale. Until he was certain he kept it completely to himself. No use making Alice panic, after all if she was the one who’d need to perform the spell she would need to be in the right headspace.
“It’s uh, where you are right now. We did a completely body swap.” The pacing came to a stop while he stared up at Alice, it was so weird to see someone of that height from this angle. Did he always look so gangly? Marcell scowled at himself as he thought. Letting out another sigh he nodded, Alice was being honest. “Just try to be more careful, you’re a whole lot bigger now. Jesus, I meant in like height not like-” he scrunched up his eyes and immediately stopped talking. Marcell was digging himself the worst kind of hole.
While he was going through the book he’d heard Alice struggle to put on a shirt. He wasn’t sure he was even going to attempt to change clothes. Once she clicked about calling he went off to grab his mobile for her. Holding it out to the much taller body he shifted his weight between his feet to keep himself moving. The urge to pee was worse now. “Okay okay, I just had to be sure” his little hands came up in the air to surrender.
Wandering to the bathroom he heard his own voice call out to him. “You seriously think I’d tell anyone this? I’d never hear the end of it” Closing the bathroom door he sighed. Griff would torment him until the end of his days if he caught wind of this. Stopping in front of the toilet he whipped down the pants and sat quickly. Scrunching his eyes closed he counted to distract himself. He tried just wiggling on the seat but that didn’t work as well as he’d hoped. Getting the biggest ball of tissue he cleaned himself up all while staring at the ceiling.
Pants back up he got to the sink. The mirror only came to his shoulders, which for this body had been a godsend. He didn’t want to see the rest. Still, seeing the blonde in the mirror was the weirdest experience he’d ever encountered. Washing his hands he really inspected Alice’s face in the mirror. All the faces he pulled were mimicked.
Wandering back out of the bathroom he beelined back to the book. “Okay… so good news and bad.” He started out while he read the page more closely. “We should be able to do the switch back... but I can’t do it. You have to with my magic.” He continued to read, getting to the part which he hadn’t read previously. Marcell continued to talk to fill the silence, mostly rambling while he read. “I mean, this was pretty powerful stuff. A spell like this could in theory give a witch immortality if they went into another magical body. It’s impressive really”
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Post by Allyson Sinclair on Nov 20, 2016 7:26:10 GMT
There was that certain level of things that you just did not share with people, and this was most certainly one of them. Her eyes darted back to Marcell, "As compared to a not complete one? Well thank god this was not a half complete body swap." She rambled back. Her brow arched as he continued to speak, but she just let it go. She was not going to let that run. Giving a shake of her head she fought with the shirt, something that should have been a simple task. Taking the phone from him she looked down at it for a moment before he spoke again.
Yeah, well that was good because that meant that she never had to hear anything about this outside of these walls. For some oddly enough reason she was not worried about Marcell's soul being alone, in her body, in the bathroom. Alice did not say that all the time. Really she did not. It was like a one in a million chance that this was going to happen and well they just happened to draw the short straw. Rolling through his contacts she found Valen's number, struggling something awful with new found man hands. Taking in a breath, she coughed a few times to get her Marcell voice on before dialing the number, "Hey Valen." She said adding a dash of sick into those two words. "I hate to do this, it being a Tuesday and all." Because Tuesday's were so damn important. "I am not feeling well. Alice and I have came down with something." Swine flu was the first thing to come to mind, but she did not say it. "Yeah, I will let you know."
With that she hung up the phone. As much as she hated calling in, there was no way she was going to work that kitchen. She ran a hand through her 'his' hair just as she saw herself come out of the bathroom. A brow arched, "Do you use conditioner?" She questioned, something that really should not have been brought up at this moment but she said it anyway. Mostly to ease the tension, there was a lot of that, a lot of confusion and she was sure that the worst was yet to happen. She sat down next to him as he looked at the book. A hand went to her face resting her cheek in it as she looked over at him.
"You have got to be kidding. There is no way." She said then standing back up again. "Can't you like channel magic or something?" She asked as he continued, something about being immortal. She waved that away with a long arm at him. "You seriously think me wiping out some magic mumbo jumbo is going to work? Even being in your body?" That was a sign of panic now. Every nerve in her 'his' body was cringing at this very idea. She was not even noticing the lights flickering on and off.
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