The morning of dread and confusion
Jayce ──── ୨୧ ──── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
Jayce’s eyes opened to the familiar gentle glow of golden sunshine, the lines of the blinds streak across his face. The bed is warm, the figure next to him with messy hair on his face, of which he smiles into, before moving it off his face, he looks at it in the sun to appreciate the wave to his hair.
But it’s not there, and the hair is blue..?
Jayce quickly rubs his eyes and looks down, to his dismay, instead of seeing his Fiancé, he sees his sister.
That’s when he realises his hands have bruised knuckles, he feels his hair and there’s nothing on the left side of his head, on the right however there’s a lot.
And it’s pink.
He gently removes himself from the bed, as not to wake up Caitlyn, going to the bathroom and bracing himself before looking in the mirror.
Instead of the brown eyes and messy brown hair, the stubble he’s beginning to grow into a beard and the small scar in his right eyebrow that he rubs when he’s stressed in the lab; he sees powder blue eyes and bright pink hair that he knows was recently dyed, because he walked in on Caitlyn dyeing it in the kitchen. He sees a scar on his upper left cheek, taking out a small part of a tattoo there with the letters VI.
“You’re up early.” He hears behind him, realising he has to look up slightly to see his sister’s face.
“I’m not me.” He quickly says before Caitlyn can move to wrap her arms around Jayce.
“Good morning to you too?” She says confused.
“I don’t know what’s going on-“ he says wincing at the unfamiliar sound of his voice. “But- I’m Jayce.” He tells her.
“Haha, are you and Jayce going to be playing this prank all day?” Caitlyn smirks, crossing her arms over her chest which he doesn’t look down on because looking at their face he can only see bra straps on her shoulders.
“No- I’m serious.” He says. “I- god it is weird looking up at you, Plum.” Jayce shook his head and bit his lip.
“Did you seriously just call me Plum? That feels so strange to hear from you. But you’re not fooling me.” Caitlyn shrugs.
“Okay, well something that only I know would prove it, right? Only I know what you’re planning to do in two months on that surprise trip to the Alps.” He says.
“He told you that for your stupid prank?” Caitlyn exclaimed with a frown, stepping back.
“No- god I would never do that to you Plum, you know I wouldn’t.” He says quickly, taking a step forward again.
She hesitates but begins speaking. “I’ll call Viktor and ask if him and, well, Vi can come over.” Caitlyn says, stepping out of the bathroom.
“Wait- Cait?” Jayce calls.
“Yeah?”
“Where does Vi keep her clothes?”
Vi ──── ୨୧ ──── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
Vi wakes up with a groan, squinting at the sun across her face, she rubs her eyes and drags her hand down her face, to be met with a slight pain. She scratches her chin and its stubbly? Why does she have stubble? He looks down at the empty bed, as per usual, but it smells different.
She sits up and glances around the room, it looks so different. The bed covers are different, maybe she didn’t realise Cait had changed them? Vi looks down at the really long and hairy legs she suddenly has.
She lets out a shout and examines what she can see of her body, a slightly there six pack, covered by a nice layer of tanned skin, her arms are the same kind of skin and muscle. She’d almost say she looks like Jayce.
“You okay?” She hears from outside of the door, and -good god- she knows that voice. She’s scared to speak and when the door opens with a small click of a crutch on wooden floors, a familiar face peeking through with a raised eyebrow, she thinks she is paralysed.
“Why do you look like that, Jayce?” Viktor asks her.
“I’m not-“ she tries to say, but the sound of her voice makes her flinch.
“Jayce?” Viktor asks again, stepping into the room and sitting on the bed at her waist.
“No- I’m not Jayce. That sounds insane.” She tells him.
“Okay then, not Jayce, Caitlyn invited us round and said Vi was saying she was Jayce, is that what you’re doing?” He asks with a small smirk.
“No- I mean it..” Vi says shaking her head, she’s sure she still has that haunted look on her face.
“Sure…” Viktor nods sceptically.
“Before you go.” She says.
“Mm?”
“Where does Jayce keep his clothes?”
“Going all out trying to make me believe this, mm?” Viktor grins, using his cane to point to a dresser before walking out.