If I Were A Boy - Cody/Beth - PG - 2/?
Beth groggily attempted to open an eye but, upon feeling the sun beating down on her, thought better of it, closing them tighter. She could remember getting home, she could remember taking three Tylenol and washing it down with a long glass of cranberry juice. But after that? Nothing. Raising a hand to her face, the diva rubbed just under her left eye. Need to moisturise…she thought to herself, the skin much rougher to the touch than it had been last night. Must have been all that crying…I wonder if he came home…While part of her wanted to reach out, to pat the bed beside her, just to feel if he was there, but her stubbornness and pride refused to let her, keeping her left hand stretched out along the bed, the other flopping across her stomach.
She tried to shift a little, moving herself into a more comfortable position but, rather than adjust her position, she found herself collide with warm flesh. Oh, she thought. So he did come home. I really should apologise…I was kinda harsh… This time, the diva peeled open her eyelids, gasping in shock when she saw, not Cody lying beside her, but a blonde female. “Cody?” the blonde groaned, turning around to face her and opening her eyes. “Are you alright, Cody?”
“Cody?” Wait. That didn’t sound right. Her voice was too deep, too rugged, too Cody-like. She sat bolt upright, the covers falling from her body and revealing tan skin covering a six pack, manly hands with calluses on the second finger of the right hand and a few other manly appendages. Cody’s manly appendages.
“Uh, Cody?” the blonde was still talking. Asking if he was okay, reaching out to touch the body in front of her. Beth - or was it Cody, now? - reclined, pulling the covers up to hide his - or was it her? - body.
“I don’t feel so good, maybe you should go…” Beth said, each word overly pronounced as she tried to get used to this new voice. What the hell was going on? This was the kind of things she saw in those terrible movies, read in those books that made no sense or worse, in fanfiction. The sort of thing that miraculously had a girl and boy swap bodies without any explanation. It just wasn’t real. As a look of confusion crossed the blonde’s face and, now feeling annoyed, Beth cried, “Go!” pointing towards the door.
Hastily, the blonde jumped to her feet, collecting the remnants of what had been her clothes the night before. What on earth was his problem? Just last night he had ripped her clothes off and had given her the best orgasm she’d ever had. And now he was rocking back and forward, on the verge of tears…Shrugging her dress over her head, the female grabbed her purse and ran from the room, underwear and shoes in hand as she muttered, “Fucking weirdo.”
As the door slammed shut, Beth was finally alone in the room. For a moment, she panicked, frozen in shock. She was still asleep. Yes. That was it. It had to be it. God, she thought, this is so fucking clichéd. Racking her brains, she concluded that she, contrary to her first thought, could not be sleeping. How did it happen?! She begged inwardly, not wanting to speak again, to hear the deep voice again. What did I say or do to deserve this?
Looking down, she gazed at her hands. Cody’s hands. Cody’s hands which had slight ligature marks just below the wrist. Hands which, on more than one occasion, had made her very happy. A small smile played at her lips as memories of those nights came flooding to the forefront of her mind. She was still Beth. She still remembered everything Beth remembered, she knew everything Beth knew, she was just stuck in Cody’s body for some unexplainable reason.
If she was stuck in Cody’s body, then Cody must be stuck in hers, right? After all, where would Cody go if Cody wasn’t in Cody’s body? And with that, she felt a dull thud in the back of her head. Maybe Cody was right. Maybe thinking did hurt his head
A self-satisfied groan escaped Cody’s lips as he slowly opened an eye. Scanning the bed, he frowned. Where was that blonde chick he’d picked up? She had been smoking. She’d gone down on him without any persuasion - he always had to beg Beth - and she was into some kinky shit. He reached out to massage his wrists - they had spent quite some time tied to the bed posts by her tights - but gasped in horror when he saw his hands. Slim hands with thin, manicured fingers and a ring on the middle finger. A familiar ring. One he had picked out for Beth for her birthday just three weeks ago. Again, a noise escaped his throat, this time a strangled, high pitched wail of horror as realisation seemed to strike him.
“The fuck?” he choked out, disgusted by the sound of his voice. He cleared his throat, trying to sound deeper, manlier. “The fuck?!” He repeated but to no avail. He still sounded exactly like Beth. Well, Beth with a cold, now that he was trying to be all gruff and manly.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…” He repeated in a mantra like fashion as he peeled back the duvet, getting to his feet and walking into the bathroom to examine his face. He recoiled in shock as he looked into the mirror, his girlfriend’s horrified face staring back, rather than his own. Her hair looked dishevelled, as though she had tossed and turned a lot during the night and her eyes were puffy, as though she had been crying. Cody raised a hand, running it along the soft skin beneath the eye. She had been crying. The horrified features relaxed and he sighed, reaching up to run his hands through what should have been short brown hair. Instead, he found himself getting his fingers tangled in blonde locks. “Beth…”
While he had been having wild sex with that blonde girl - who’s name he never did find out. It hadn’t been needed anyway; he had called out Beth’s name at the vital point - his girlfriend had been at home, crying. Sitting himself down on the toilet seat, he wondered where she was. He couldn’t remember the hotel room but maybe, if they had swapped bodies, she would come to him. She would remember the room number. She remembered everything.
He ran his fingers over the ring, sighing, his eyes closed. Was that what this was all about? It was just some stupid dream, created to guilt him into treating her better, into making more time for her, into growing up. He could go back to sleep and, when he woke up, he would be Cody again and he would push the blonde out of the bed and make his way to the hotel room he was booked to share with Beth and show her exactly how much he loved her.
That was it. Plan sorted. And, pushing the blonde hair back from his face, he got to his feet, making his way back to the bed. Throwing himself backwards onto the bed, he felt the blonde hair fly around his face. There was a few other things he could try out before he went back to sleep…A small smirk played at his lips as he placed one hand on a breast, squeezing lightly. He giggled in response. There were a few things he wondered…What certain things felt like…Well he wasn’t going to sleep with someone - he wasn’t going to share Beth’s body with anyone. Not even in a dream. But who’s to say she didn’t have some…personal aids with her?
He jumped from the bed as though a fire had been lit beneath him and instantly grabbed Beth’s bag from the floor. Underwear, clothes, shoes, tampons, jewellery…But no sex toys. “God damn it!” he cried out, frustrated that his girlfriend didn’t use sex toys. Slowly, very slowly, he began to laugh. “Why would she need them when she’s got me?”
He was busy snickering at this thought when thump after thump came against the door of the room, his own voice bellowing, “Cody!” But when no answer came, the call quickly changed to, “BETH? Are you in there, Beth?”
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