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As their kiss ends, Silvio pulls back to find himself looking up at his own face. He staggers backward, feeling awkward in the body that isn't his own, and suddenly, the pain hits him.
“What in the hell?!” He yells in a voice that isn't his and is unrecognizable. It's too high to be Kasey's. He clutches his wrist and then grabs his elbow instead, holding his arm close to his body to combat the ache.
Across from him, his body stares at him wide-eyed, seemingly shocked by his sudden outburst. Then, Kasey spins to stare in the mirror, confirming they were, in fact, looking at their reflection that was now Silvio.
“Ahaha!” The laugh is too giddy for Silvio, but it suits Kasey, who is currently wearing his skin. They touch their face, their chest, their bulge in their pants, eyes snapping back to Silvio, who was grimacing in pain and confusion in Kasey's form. Kasey lunges towards Silvio, now taller, stronger, and faster than their lover, who is still reeling in their broken body. Grabbing both sides of his– their? jaw, Kasey pulls Silvio in for another deep kiss as he flails and struggles to break free.
Kasey releases Silvio, but their attempt to right this strange transformation appears to be futile. Both Kasey and Silvio continue to inhabit the other's body.
“Oh damn.” Kasey purses their lips and half-frowns. “This is a predicament I'm not sure how to rectify if that didn't work.” They lick their lips and roll their tongue inside their mouth. “That's what I taste like?”
“Are ya’ kidding me? THAT'S what you're focusing on?” Silvio snaps, choosing not to move from his spot because every movement brought on a new pain he hadn't had in his own body.
“No. It was just unexpected. Besides, what do you expect me to do? Panic? Have I ever panicked in front of you?”
The way they rolled their eyes was ridiculous for Silvio to watch since it was his unperturbed face and his blue eyes that rolled away from him. “I ain't panicking either. Hey! Stop that. Don't make me look like that.”
“Like what?” Kasey slid Silvio's blue eyes towards their owner in their body. “What are you yapping about now?”
Silvio's glare could have cut granite with the way Kasey's red eyes were sharp and pointed and the way their eyebrows were drawn tightly together. “What did ya’ say, Twerp?”
Kasey grins, amused at how Silvio still called them a Twerp despite the clear difference in their forms now in their favor. “Oh-ho.” Their amused smile stretches into something sinister. “I asked what you were yapping about. You see, Silvio, with this unheard of phenomenon, I am now in the position of power. We're in Benitoite. In my - your - manor. And you are now the guest here. Lucky for you, I am merciful to my friends. You could even call me kind. But I'll still spank an unruly dog to bring him to heel, whether he's somehow in my body or not. So be a good boy and put some thought behind your words. You're all bark and no bite right now.”
Silvio scowls, a look so unlike Kasey that it almost made them look like a different person. He turns his head, casting his gaze towards anything else but his own body grinning like a fool at him. Kasey was right, and dammit it pissed him off.
“Is this how you plan to spend the night? Pouting? I must say, I'm quite handsome with that frown on my face. Maybe I'll try it out in the future.”
“I ain't pouting.” Silvio grumbles, sounding more childish than convincing with Kasey's higher voice. How did they manage to get it lower?
“If you say so.” Kasey reaches to slide their fingers under Silvio's chin. The feeling is soft on their calloused hands bereft of gloves. Silvio doesn't fight, and they turn his face towards theirs. “I have no idea what happened, but we have two choices. Let this encroach on our plans, or…” Kasey gives a facial shrug and smiles. “I don't know about you, but I'm very interested in trying all sorts of things out with our strange situation.”
“You're a fucking pervert.” Silvio scoffs affectionately.
“That I am, and you love it.” Kasey leans down, clumsily kissing themselves while in a body too tall, too strong, and too fast to manage their typical gracefulness.