just when you think you're in control
The fact that this switch is wrong on so many levels doesn't escape Claire. She's been around long enough to know that it isn't rare for people to wake up in bodies that clearly aren't their own, or for them to be bowled over by any number of strange physical changes, but even Claire has to admit, she's not sure whether it's better or worse to have
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Maxxie has a schedule, you see. He has to, to look as good and as put together as he does on any given day. So the actual waking up part of the morning was the same as always. He blinked slowly to consciousness, rolled over for five more minutes of snoozing before finally getting out of bed. But the second his feet hit the floor, he had known something was wrong.
His feet just aren't that dainty. He has dancer's feet. Blistered and tough, flexible and light. His feet were still that, but also several sizes too small. A frantic dash to the bathroom had proven his gut-wrenching suspicion. He didn't need the mirror to know his body was not as it should be. He could feel that all over, in every step he took. The only thing the mirror did was inspire a shriek of horror when he saw Claire's face staring back at him.
This is all just so, so fucked.
He had tried the best he could, but none of his wardrobe was equipped for this. It was tailored to him, his body, not a girl's. ( ... )
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Claire jumps, as soon as the words slip from her- his- lips. In spite of trying her best to hold back on speaking at all, the surprise is just too much for her to handle, Claire tilting her head as she takes in all of it. Somehow, it's the little details that she notices first. She's pretty sure that she's not as fit as Maxxie looks right now (the difference isn't extreme, but somehow Maxxie's face looks slightly more narrow, arms a bit more toned. More immediately is the shock of Maxxie's hair, the sight of the short crop hitting Claire in the gut, before she realizes that maybe they didn't simply switch bodies after all.
"Um," she begins with a deep breath, wincing at the voice that she hears, one not at all her own. "Please tell me that you're Maxxie. I think- I mean, unless we're playing magical bodies, which would suck, I'm guessing that the two of us just..."
Claire's gaze drops down to Maxxie's feet. "...actually, you know what, I don't think I have a simple explanation for this one."
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