Lizzie rolls over in her bed, head pounding. She’d drank too much the night before. She groans and pulls a hand across her face as she sits up. She frowns. No, that wasn’t right…her arm felt different.
A hand goes to her hair to fix it and her eyes widen. Where the fuck had her hair gone?!
She jumps out of bed, nearly tripping over her feet as she runs to the mirror. Everything felt…weird and wrong and completely out of preportion. She actually screams seeing her reflection.
“I’m a boy?! Fuck. What happened last night…”
He frowns and goes to find his phone, picking it up and firing out a quick text to anyone who he thought might come.
[text] Something’s happened. Bit confused. Can you come over?
Texts from Lizzie at seven in the morning were either extremely good or extremely bad Hamish had learned. And when he read the latest, he grew concerned.
[Text] Yu alright? s early. Wantme to bing food/
He sent the message then read it before sighing. Texting right after having woke up was not his strongsuit.
[Text] Let me know if you need translation.
[text: Mush] Uh, yeah, bring food. I’m gonna take a shower and try figure some stuff out. See you soon babe.
He sends the text and then walks to the shower. It’s only when he’s been in there for twenty minutes, and after having had a long stare at the /thing/ between his legs, he realises that he has no clothes that will fit this body.
He’s out of the shower before Hamish arrives and with a towel wrapped around his waist Lizzie goes to look through the wardrobe, eventually finding some clothes of Hamish’s that would fit. Once dressed, Lizzie goes to lay back down on his bed, sighing. “I don’t want to be a boy.”