Thread: Lipstick and Nail Polish (Whisper Twice & AnnaBeth Belle)

Jason jerked awake upon hearing Uptown Funk playing next to his head. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had been wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs and he scratched his black chest hair absent-mindedly as he picked up his buzzing phone. It really itched for some reason. A happy, but sleepy smile graced his face as he saw who was calling him. He swiped right, and held the phone to ear, pushing some hair away from the side of his head to do so. He didn't realize he'd needed to go to the barber. No, he must've just been sleepy. Hey, sweet pea, everything alright? You're calling a bit...early. His voice cracked slightly on the last sentence and he shook his head. He wasn't feeling too well. His head ached. His belly felt strange and it seemed like it itched wherever he had body hair. He listened to her and laughed, scratching at his chest hair again. In the early morning, he didn't notice that his scratching was actually causing the hair to fall out on his mattress. Yeah, you woke me up, but it's okay. He cleared his throat a few times. He clearly needed some water. His voice did not sound right. They chatted for a few more moments until a gut-wrenching pain went through Jason's abdomen. He gripped his belly for a moment a let out a gasp. Stace, I need to go. I think I'm going to throw up. Call you very soon! He tossed his phone onto the bed and scrambled to the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. He curled over the toilet, waiting for the inevitable. But he didn't throw up. Instead, as he knelt there, hands gripping the bowl, he noticed that his hand looked shrunken slightly, and had an almost feminine appearance. His long black hair fell in front of his vision and he pushed it back again. Wait, what? He didn't have long black hair. That was when he saw his hairless chest and arms and his eyes grew wide. What the hell was going on? Another pain shot through him, this time in his groin and chest and he thought he saw his chest raising up slightly. But the pain was too much and Jason slipped into unconsciousness. About thirty minutes later, Jason opened his eyes and shook his head. He didn't feel right and he sat up and looked down at himself. Two impressive globes stared back at him and he pressed back against the wall in shock. He took a few breaths, closed his eyes, then opened them again. No, they were still there. Hesitantly, he grabbed hold of the kitchen sink and stood, shakily, as if his entire sense of balance and coordination was off. The face that stared back at him wasn't his own. It wasn't even male. He let out a short scream and it was high pitched and not his own. He stumbled out of the bathroom, his legs not entirely knowing how to walk in this new body and he fell into bed on his phone. Fingers that were not his, that were soft and feminine with cute fingernails picked up his phone and he pulled up his texts. Something weird is happening. Come over. I need you! I'm so scared. He sent the text to Stacy without even thinking. Wait, what was she going to think when she got here? Oh, this had to be a dream. He started shivering in fear and curled up in bed. What had just happened to him?