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[teenagerenegade]

It's been a really long time since he woke up alone. He likes it this way; he likes knowing exactly where Edmund is. In his sleep, he rolls closer, drapes his arm across Edmund and draws him in. One hand slips under the hem of Ed's shirt and presses against his belly, fingertips just starting to sneak under the waistband of his shorts. Charlie

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[giftless]

Groggy with sleep, Edmund was conscious of very little except a warm body pressed against his back. It felt like the start of simply another good day and Edmund happy snuggled back into the soft weight. Sighing contentedly, he placed his hand atop Charlie's and ran his foot up his shin.

[teenagerenegade]

It's a familiar pattern. His fingers thread with Edmund's, that hand nudging lower, looking to cradle Ed's erection against his palm. He's not awake yet, not really, but it won't take him long to build up to a blow-job and...

And what his fingers graze is not Edmund's dick. His eyes flash wide and Charlie snatches his hand back. He knows that it's happened before, people waking up in the wrong bed, and he can't stop the momentary flash of guilt.

"Shit," he says, eyes still wide. "Sorry. I...totally thought you were someone else."

[giftless]

Charlie wasn't the only one to notice the, well, unexpected feeling. Not only that, the hand in his was too small. Edmund hadn't noticed at first because his hand was too small. Everything wrong came into crystal clear focus as suddenly Edmund became wide awake.

He pushed himself out of the bed and away from the girlish voice behind him, only to somehow trip over his own two feet and land in a heap on the floor. "By the Mane," he muttered, scrambling to get upright again and address this situation on his own two feet.

But that was when he noticed he had breasts hanging from his chest. "Shit!" he squeaked, leaning back on his hands as though that would keep them away from him.

[teenagerenegade]

"By the...Ed?" Charlie stares at him for a moment and, if he stares, he can see Edmund in the girl in front of him. It's the eyes, mostly, and the bottom lip, and the tumble of the hair. A giggle spills out of Charlie and he claps one slender hand across his mouth.

"Oh, Jesus. Ed, it's me."