This was so weird. It was so freaking weird that Nico was doing everything in his power not to think about how weird it was- a failed attempt, might I add. Was this what gay guys felt like? His lips didn't feel as nice as Sasha's. And. He smelled different, too. Or something. He didn't like it.
Well, at least his supreme awkwardness with the situation reaffirmed that he was, in fact, heterosexual.
And then, slowly, Nico felt himself slipping out of Sasha's voluptuous body and back into his own. That was better. His hands were in long, soft hair, full, soft lips were on his. Fingertips brushed the skin of her neck. All too soon, though, she was pulling back from him, and while a hug was nice, it was a definite downgrade.
"Yeah, me too," he answered with a weak laugh. "Sorry. About the whole... switcheroo. I apparently have no control over it... at all."