Body Swap Mishap

Morning in Piltover was always crisp, the city humming with early activity. Usually, Caitlyn would wake up, dress immaculately, and prepare for a long day of maintaining order. Vi, on the other hand, would roll out of bed, slap on her gauntlets, and throw herself into whatever trouble the day had in store.

But today, everything was wrong.

Caitlyn, still trapped in Vi’s body, stood in front of the mirror in Vi’s cramped Zaunite apartment, frowning. She was wearing Vi’s signature leather jacket, cropped tank top, and loose-fitting pants. The entire outfit felt off. She tugged at the hem of the tank top. "Does this have to be so short?"

Behind her, Vi, now wearing Caitlyn’s crisp Enforcer uniform, groaned and yanked at the stiff collar. "How the hell do you breathe in this thing?" She struggled with the buttons, clearly not used to something so formal. "It’s so damn tight."

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "It’s called professionalism." She smoothed down Vi’s jacket with an exasperted sigh. "And you’ll need to learn some if you’re going to survive today’s Enforcer meeting without embarrassing me."

Vi snorted. "And you’ll need to learn how to scare the crap out of thugs without making them laugh at you."

Both of them had a long day ahead: Caitlyn patrolling Zaun as Vi, and Vi attending Caitlyn’s official Enforcer meetings. Neither of them was looking forward to it.

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Navigating the chaotic streets of Zaun in Vi’s body was not easy. Caitlyn had patrolled the undercity before, but today, she was expected to be Vi. That meant striding with confidence, cracking her knuckles menacingly, and, most importantly, intimidating the lowlifes.

The problem? Caitlyn didn’t do intimidation.

She had just entered a known troublemaker’s alley when a burly thug with cybernetic enhancements called out, "Oi, Vi!" He leaned against a rusted pipe, eyeing her with suspicion. "Back so soon? Didn’t you bust up Renzo’s place last week?"

Caitlyn straightened her posture, doing her best to mimic Vi’s usual confidence. "Uh…yeah. And I’ll do it again if I have to." She attempted to crack her knuckles like Vi did. It almost worked, but the motion felt too controlled, too… forced.

The thug exchanged a look with his friend. "You okay, Vi? You sound kinda weird."

Caitlyn cleared her throat. "I mean–listen up, you lowlifes! If you keep causing trouble, I’ll… uh… give you a stern warning!"

Silence.

Then, laughter.

"A warning?" one of them wheezed. "You serious?"

Caitlyn clenched her fists, her enhanced strength making Vi’s gloves creak. "I am serious!"

One of the gang members smirked. "Yeah? Then prove it."

Caitlyn panicked. She needed to act tough. What would Vi do? She thought back to every time she’d watched Vi handle street scum.

Then she did the first thing that came to mind. She grabbed the thug by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

A loud crack echoed through the alley as she accidentally slammed him into a pile of crates. They shattered on impact.

The other thugs froze.

Caitlyn stared at the wreckage, horrified. "Oops."

The gang members took one look at their friend groaning on the ground, then ran.

"Yeah, that’s right!" Caitlyn called after them, trying to regain control of the situation. "Tell your friends, uh, Vi means business!"

She exhaled, letting go of the unconscious thug, who groaned and rolled onto his side. "Gods," she muttered to herself. "This is going to be harder than I thought."

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Meanwhile, Vi sat stiffly at Caitlyn’s usual seat in the Enforcer meeting room, her arms crossed, her foot tapping impatiently against the polished floor.

She had been here for less than ten minutes, and she was already losing her mind.

The room was filled with high-ranking officers, all speaking in calm, clipped tones about law enforcement strategies. Normally, Caitlyn would listen intently, offer well-thought-out responses, and take detailed notes.

Vi, on the other hand, was struggling not to yawn.

"And now, regarding the increasing smuggling activity along the eastern docks…" one officer droned on.

Vi barely suppressed an eye roll. "So, are we actually doing something about it, or just talking until we all die of old age?"

A heavy silence fell over the room.

The head officer, a stern-looking man with graying hair, narrowed his eyes. "Sheriff Kiramman, is there something you’d like to contribute?"

Vi straightened in her seat. "Yeah, actually. How about we go to the docks and arrest the smugglers instead of having another useless meeting about it?"

A murmur ran through the officers.

"Sheriff," the head officer said, voice clipped. "We operate under procedure. We do not—"

"Yeah, yeah, procedure," Vi interrupted, waving a hand. "Meanwhile, the smuggling rings are getting bigger by the day. You think they give a damn about procedure?"

Caitlyn’s assistant, a young Enforcer named Elias, leaned over and whispered urgently, "Ma’am, please. You’re… uh… not acting like yourself."

Vi groaned, slumping back in her chair. "Yeah, well, maybe I should loosen up more often."

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By the time their respective duties were over, Caitlyn and Vi met back at Caitlyn’s apartment, both looking exhausted.

"You," Caitlyn started, jabbing a finger at Vi, "are impossible to work with. Your reputation alone got me into a fight. And your strength—I broke a chair!"

Vi snorted. "At least you got to hit something. I had to sit through hours of meetings listening to bureaucrats talk in circles." She shuddered. "I think I almost died of boredom."

Caitlyn let out a long sigh. "How do you do this every day?"

Vi shrugged. "I could ask you the same thing."

They locked eyes. For the first time, Caitlyn saw the frustration Vi must feel–how hard it was for her to balance her raw instincts with Piltover’s rigid rules. And Vi, in turn, saw just how much control and discipline Caitlyn needed to command respect in a city that often underestimated her.

Caitlyn exhaled, shaking her head. "I guess… we both have it harder than we thought."

Vi grinned, nudging Caitlyn’s arm. "Yeah, but at least I didn’t break a chair."

Caitlyn groaned. "Vi."

Vi smirked. "Come on, Cupcake. Admit it, you had fun being a badass, didn’t you?"

Caitlyn hesitated. Then, begrudgingly, "Maybe a little."

Vi’s smirk widened. "Knew it.”