Unlike Elphaba, Fiyero roused far less quickly, blanket pulled over his face so he was oblivious to the changes around him... and to him. It was only when he finally rolled over on his stomach that he roused, reaching under himself to pull out the kitten he had just rolled on, or so he thought in his half-asleep state. His fingers connected with the lump under his chest, but no fur met his touch, only soft material and more... softness. With a yelp, he shot upright in the bed, blinking down at himself to clear his vision.
Now, it was only natural that the sight of breasts where lean muscle had been last night was enough to make him yelp again, but what stilled him was the color of skin visible above his neckline and, as he discovered as his gaze left the disconcerting view, his hands and arms. Rather than his own body and his own skin, he was now changed into a female with green skin. This, however, was more startling than being turned into a cat because of who had been on his mind often these last years and who remained on his mind even now, a certain girl who had green skin just as he now had.
Sliding out of bed, not yet noticing it was not his bed, he turned to walk to the mirror on his wall, only to find it had vanished. Or, more accurately, to find the contents of his room had vanished and been replaced, or perhaps altered along with him. Staring around the unfamiliar place, the glint of something on the desk caught his eye and he crossed the room quickly, picking up the handheld mirror that he had spotted. Quickly he looked into it, but was unprepared for the sight that greeted him.
Elphaba.
He had changed into Elphaba.
More searching of the room and the view from the window confirmed that he was not in his own room at all and, more than that, could very well be in Elphaba's room. So perhaps he had not been changed but transplanted? Combined with the shock of that was the knowledge that after months of looking and being told no one had seen Elphaba, having Unc tell him about her move to Camp Fuck You Die and all she had done there which had made him give up hope of ever seeing her again... somehow he had managed to find her at last, but this was not what he had ever had in mind.
Unsure what to do about the situation to immediately set things right, the next step was to find his body and, hopefully, find Elphaba in that body. Conspicuously, he was still dressed in the nightgown she had donned the night before but the idea of changing into something better suited to leaving the room made Fiyero flush a soft peach under the green hue of this skin. Leaving the room after grabbing a blanket to wrap around him, he wandered until he found the Ravenclaw common room and a way out to head back to Gryffindor.
Now, it was only natural that the sight of breasts where lean muscle had been last night was enough to make him yelp again, but what stilled him was the color of skin visible above his neckline and, as he discovered as his gaze left the disconcerting view, his hands and arms. Rather than his own body and his own skin, he was now changed into a female with green skin. This, however, was more startling than being turned into a cat because of who had been on his mind often these last years and who remained on his mind even now, a certain girl who had green skin just as he now had.
Sliding out of bed, not yet noticing it was not his bed, he turned to walk to the mirror on his wall, only to find it had vanished. Or, more accurately, to find the contents of his room had vanished and been replaced, or perhaps altered along with him. Staring around the unfamiliar place, the glint of something on the desk caught his eye and he crossed the room quickly, picking up the handheld mirror that he had spotted. Quickly he looked into it, but was unprepared for the sight that greeted him.
Elphaba.
He had changed into Elphaba.
More searching of the room and the view from the window confirmed that he was not in his own room at all and, more than that, could very well be in Elphaba's room. So perhaps he had not been changed but transplanted? Combined with the shock of that was the knowledge that after months of looking and being told no one had seen Elphaba, having Unc tell him about her move to Camp Fuck You Die and all she had done there which had made him give up hope of ever seeing her again... somehow he had managed to find her at last, but this was not what he had ever had in mind.
Unsure what to do about the situation to immediately set things right, the next step was to find his body and, hopefully, find Elphaba in that body. Conspicuously, he was still dressed in the nightgown she had donned the night before but the idea of changing into something better suited to leaving the room made Fiyero flush a soft peach under the green hue of this skin. Leaving the room after grabbing a blanket to wrap around him, he wandered until he found the Ravenclaw common room and a way out to head back to Gryffindor.
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