Li himself didn't feel anything different as well. He slept on into the late morning after spending a long night on random sketching for fun. His bed had crumpled pieces of paper all over it. Li's hands were smeared with markers, charcoal, and possible saliva from drooling. Laying splayed across his bed, the young college student woke up with a start from a woman's scream. Bleary eyed and confused, he scrambled up and ran to the door and flung it open.
Seeing the source of the horrible noise, he went to say something before she ran right into him. "Oof! Hey!" He grunted, his voice lower than usual. Way lower actually. "Stop screaming!" Li yelled, followed by a few Chinese curses. It then hit him that his voice was not his own. It was much deeper and throatier. Grabbing his own face he felt the beard and looked down, realizing something. He did not have his own body. "What the hell!?" He screamed.