I don't feel like myself...
Who: Hannah and Ranger What: Bodyswitch funtiems! When: Wednesday morning Where: Ranger's apartment Warnings: freaked out mama wolfie.
Hannah was used to waking up to soft snores beside her from Sebastian; the lack of any sound already had her a little on edge, even as she slowly swam into wakefulness. The sounds of the room around her were a little off; the scents that filled the room even more so. She rolled onto her back, looking up at the ceiling.
Not her ceiling. Not her sheets, either; they felt different against her skin, dragging against...the hair on her legs. She sat bolt upright, staring down at a body that most definitely wasn't hers. Trembling fingers traced lines of muscle, hair...she looked to the side, and let out a yelp as she fell out of the bed in a tangle of sheets and long, masculine limbs. Brian. She was in bed with Brian, and she was - no, wait. One heartbeat in the room, one sound of panicked breathing. She lifted her head and looked across at the mirror - yep, she was Brian.
"What the fuck," she growled, her voice a distractingly low rumble. She prodded at her face, enough to determine that yes, she was definitely Brian. Levering herself to her feet, she swayed a little, the centre of balance entirely different to what she was used to, the room smaller, lower. Wrapping the sheet around her waist without looking down, she walked across the room, grabbing sweatpants off of a chair. She closed her eyes before dropping the sheet and pulling on some pants, having no wish to see more of Brian than she already had. Or felt.
Following the faint sounds of a heartbeat, she wound her way downstairs to Ranger's shop...and down again, into the basement. Hoping to see Ranger, hoping to find an explanation for the fact that she'd apparently switched bodies.