Myra woke up slowly, sinfully comfortable amongst her plush blankets and many pillows curled around her body. She wasn't usually so cozy when she curled up in a ball like this (she always got cramps in her back), but it was perfect today, not a sore muscle to be felt. She didn't remember getting into bed or going to sleep, but her brain cleared of drowsiness like she'd been asleep for a while.

Hm, though that wouldn't really make sense, since her blankets weren't especially warm. Had she fallen into bed and hit her head? The last thing she could recall was... a voice? Someone had asked her a question- the wand!

Bolting upright, she cried out as she fell forward, momentum causing her to tumble out of bed. She braced for impact with the floor, but realized a moment later she hadn't hit it. She was floating, actually, leg half-tangled in her blanket. Had the wand given her the ability to float? She tried to shake the blanket off, and watched in astonishment as it simply fell clean through her foot like she was a ghost.

How curious. Myra went to turn around and felt herself unbalance, tipping sideways and rocking like a leaf on water. She gripped the bed frame for stability, and looked around herself. Her first thought was that her room was cleaner than she remembered it, her second thought was, no, she had just knocked everything off the desk and shelves.

Using her anchor to reach the floor with her feet, she managed to locate enough gravity to start digging through the piles of clothes and trash for the wand. That bright light must have knocked her onto the bed and everything... onto the ground?

She frowned, holding up a shirt that definitely wasn't hers. In fact, none of the clothes belonged to her. Her lab equipment was gone, too, as was the wand. Wasn't her bed on the other side of the room? Had she teleported herself back to Underland? No, the brick walls of the school were the same. Something wasn't right, though.

Carefully, so the ground remained beneath her feet instead of the air, she walked to the bathroom, still expecting to see her usual homemade concoctions and elixirs she'd mixed for her hair and skin and finding... none of it. Nothing but a large bottle of pet shampoo and a bathtub full of dead frogs (Very curious, indeed). This clearly wasn't her bathroom, which meant that wasn't her bedroom, which meant it wasn't her mirror on the wall above the sink...

Myra's own shining silver eyes looked back at her, but they were all that did so, as they were framed by fuzzy ears and familiar, cropped gray hair. She was shorter, her shoulders more rounded, her nose flatter and- spades and aces! She had a tail!

"Oh, in the name of all Underland, what did I do?!" Her voice sounded like herself, but with a scratchy edge to it that must have been the catlike tongue she wasn't used to. It sounded odd coming from a mouth full of sharp fangs.

Myra had somehow turned into Eva Catra!

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Auden blinked awake, starting to sit up abruptly but realizing his cheek was somewhat stuck to the table. Table? He was just out with his horse at the stables, wasn't he? He had wanted to go for a ride to relax after that awful detention. Slowly peeling his face off the desk, he looked around himself, confused by both his environment and the bizarre sleepiness.

''What the hell?" He was in one of the common lounge rooms. Two students were whispering anxiously between each other, but he was otherwise alone. He was sitting amidst a familiar pile of papers, and when he went to reach for them, someone else did as well.

He froze, hand half-extended, and the other hand did as well. No, his hand. His hand had become much smaller and softer. Turning them over, the scars and callouses from sword training were gone. He swallowed hard, and looked down at the rest of himself.

Golden curls fell off his shoulders and he recognized the clothes immediately. He had just complimented Sandy on this blouse that morning. Hands shaking, he patted his pockets to find her iMirror to confirm what he already knew. He still yelped and almost dropped it when her face looked back at him.

"You too?" One of the other students asked from across the room, and Auden nodded. "Same as us. We're going to go check and see if anyone else got body-swapped, want to come with?" It was those two boys that weren't originally from Underland but hung out with the rest of that friend group, if he remembered correctly.

"N-no thanks. I don't think I should leave these papers unattended. They might be important." He wasn't even sure his legs would carry him right now, his entire body (well, technically Sandy's body) felt like jelly from the unfamiliar panic response. (Ah, he was subjecting poor Sandy's body to his own anxiety, she would be so upset later.) "If you see her, tell her where I'm at. It's Auden, in here, by the way."

The two boys nodded as they stood up and collected their bags, pausing for a moment when they bumped into each other reaching for the same bag. They didn't seem to have as much of a problem with the switch, even sharing a few snickers before grabbing the bag that matched the opposite body.

"Oh! And tell her I promise I'm being 100 percent respectful and everything, too! I'm just gonna stay right here." He called before they could reach the door. Hm, at least his voice had stayed the same.

"You got it, matey. Good luck sortin' yerself out! Hope this storm blows over soon." The boy with blond hair saluted him (which probably meant the taller boy with dark hair and a crooked nose was the one who actually said that.).

The moment they were gone, he sunk back into his chair and forced himself to take several slow, deep breaths. With every exhale, he willed his body to relax and for the adrenaline in his body to subside.

"Oh thank goodness, Dream Girl you're here! It's me, Thorne Rose." A new voice interrupted his calming down, certainly sounding like Thorne, but looking like Ronan. Neither option was particularly appealing to Auden, as he'd barely gotten himself under control, much less relaxed.

He opened his own mouth to correct him, but couldn't get a word out.

"I know this whole situation," Thorne motioned to his (Ronan's) body, "is strange but I still have some dreams I need to get on your list as soon as possible. Faster, even, since I'm sure this is stressful for everyone and a good dream should be more effective than normal. And I mean a good dream this time. You can fix nightmares, right? Well the last one turned into a nightmare apparently, so make sure that doesn't happen again and I'll forgive it."

Auden gaped up at him, having no idea what he was talking about, nor what to say in response.

Thorne waited a moment, reading his confusion, before rolling his eyes. "Are you tired again? Never mind, you always are." He said, sitting down. "I'll buy you another coffee if you write this down, where's your little notepad thingy?"

Auden-dressed-as-Sandy finally shook himself and gathered some words, "Excuse m-" he started to say, then stopped himself. 'Stay calm, Auden. Sandy is really nice, she wouldn't just snap at someone for being a bit dismissive.' "Sorry, one second." Though he greatly wanted to tell Thorne off for being so rude to a lady, he schooled himself and patted the desk until he found her notebook underneath the papers. A pencil was tucked into the most recent clean page.

Should he pretend to be Sandy? Eh, couldn't hurt to try and mimic her voice to appease him. That would probably be less awkward for everyone. "What, uh, what would you like me to write down?"

Thorne gave 'Sandy' his signature smile, and he was impressed that even in a different body, he made it look pretty good. "Thank you so much. Let's see... I didn't get any response from Precious after you sent her that picnic dream, so I need to up the ante. I'm thinking maybe a big event, like a ball. Formal clothes, dramatic lights, the whole thing. And you've gotta make sure it's a good dream this time. I need her to like me, not hate me."

"Please speak softer. You're hurting my ears" Auden said, voice squeaky so it wasn't obviously his own. So much for calming down. He knew people were crushing on his sister, people talked about it all the time (hell, someone had even asked Auden to vouch for them once), but something about hearing Thorne bully Sandy into using her magic to trick Precious into falling for him... it made his skin crawl and his blood boil.

"Make sure I'm wearing something nice and flattering. I have portraits of myself in formal regalia if that helps." He didn't seem to have heard the request, still projecting his voice as always. "She could be in something long, floor length and without too much padding. Her skirts usually have padding right? She doesn't need that to dance in a dream."

What was she, a doll to dress up? Auden had heard enough, and closed the notebook without actually writing anything in it. "Actually, I'm sorry, Thorne, but I don't think I can do that."

"What?" Thorne's face contorted into Ronan's familiar irritation and confusion. "You said you would when I bought you that coffee. Come on Dream Girl, you said you would."

"Her- my name's not 'Dream Girl' its Sandra. It's not my fault Precious had a nightmare last time, but maybe it's a sign." Auden said, setting his new jaw. Like before when he'd faced Ronan in the library, the icy calmness settled in his stomach. Strange that he wasn't afraid when it came to protecting Sandy.

"A sign? A sign of what? You said you'd help her fall in love with me. Did you even write down my first order?"

"Hey!" Before he could stop him, Thorne had yanked the notebook out of his hands and flipped to the very first page.

"What is this?!" He pointed angrily to the note of 'Request from Thorne Rose, dream for Precious Charming, something romantic to get her attention. Low priority- probably won't work.' "What's that supposed to mean, Dream Girl?"

"What part of her-my name is hard to remember?" Was being in Ronan's body sapping away Thorne's brain cells or something? "Give that back, I don't want you to damage it."

Thorne shook his head, rubbing his temples, "Dream Girl-" he said, ignoring him completely. "I trusted you with this. You think you're going to be able to follow your father's story if you can't do this one simple thing? I need Precious to fall for me."

"Oh, for the love of- You're just going to have to impress her on your own, because this-" Auden finally snatched the notebook back, "is creepy, Thorne. And I want no further part in it."

He stared, his dumbfounded, slack mouth very familiar on Ronan's face. "Did you just call me creepy?"

"No, I said what you were doing was creepy. How would you like it if someone went behind your back to mess with your dreams just to get your attention?"

"I'd be flattered." He folded his arms.

"I doubt it. It's predatory, she would be infuriated if she knew." How quickly had he gone from passive acceptance of this bad idea, to fiercely protective? If there was one thing Precious absolutely despised, it was things being out of her control. Someone screwing with her subconscious would probably go right up to the top of the list alongside 'being kidnapped and imprisoned', and if she learned he'd assisted with that... well... yikes.

"You don't know that."

"Yeah I do, actually. Besides, I don't think it would even work." He began carefully collecting the papers into an organized stack. "She's more likely to hate you for it, if she doesn't already."

Thorne stood up, moving so fast, the threat was as clear as his anger. "You don't know what you're talking about! It's our destiny to fall in love, she would never hate me."

Maybe he was surprised by just how much this guy thought he could push Sandy around while wearing Ronan's short body, maybe he was just so anxious he'd gone insane, but Auden could only laugh. "Your destiny needs either a reality check, or a new princess."

He made a choked noise that was wholly undignified and also, once again, quite funny. "You... you can't talk to me that way! I am royalty!" Thorne jabbed a finger into his shoulder as if that made his point better somehow. "You are a side character, at best. You're lucky people still believe in your dad." He said, then shook his head and smoothed his face out again. "Listen, Dream Girl. Just do this for me, and I'll get you another coffee, buy you some of that lavender oil you wanted, and I won't ask again, since you're so uncomfortable with it suddenly."

"What?!" He stood up as well. "Do magic cosmetics erode your morals or something?!" He didn't even try to keep up the fake voice, internally pleased that Sandy was taller than Ronan. "Why would she do anything to help you after you just insulted her to her face?! You're a pathetic excuse for royalty if you think bullying someone into getting your way makes you any kind of a hero!" He shoved him away from the desk. "Rot in hell, my sister deserves way better than you."

It was incredibly satisfying to watch the horror and realization dawn upon Thorne's face. "You're not- oh dear god, Auden, I'm so sorry, I thought I was the only one who got swapped- I didn't realize- you should have said something sooner, I never would have-"

"What? Tried to creep into my sister's dreams without her consent?"

"Come on, man, you know why I gotta be like this." His demeanor had done an immediate 180, clearly trying to utilize their similarities for sympathy. "I'm going to be her prince. I just don't want to have to force things when the time comes, y'know? Isn't this easier?" He tried to smile and laugh like he hadn't just admitted to the most nonsensical thing in the world.

Auden was learning a lot about his sister's own struggles in ways he hadn't been expected to.

"You're already forcing things. She's not into you, and she's probably never going to be. They outlawed love potions for a reason, and this is the worst loophole I've ever seen someone try. You should be ashamed." He turned away and tidied the stack of papers, before gently folding them into Sandy's bag, but Thorne's hand stopped him before he could throw it over his shoulder.

"You're not going to tell her about this, are you?"

Was he serious? Auden didn't know so much audacity could fit into one person. "Why the hell would I keep your secrets?"

"Come on, Auden, you know how important Precious's destiny is. Do you really want to be the reason she doesn't get her happily ever after?" Thorne's voice was so gentle and kind... it almost fooled him for a moment.

Auden snatched his arm away. "Precious doesn't want her destiny. She's been trying to get out of it since she got taken to the tower."

That seemed to throw him for just a moment, eyes widening just slightly, then hardening once again. "Your parents won't let that happen."

"Sure, whatever." He rolled his own eyes, officially done trying to talk to this delusional moron. He could just go to the library, or to the stables where he last remembered his own body was. Either way, he needed to get away from this guy before he said something he regretted.

Thorne didn't seem to agree, and instead studied their face for a moment, before folding his arms. "King Charming and Queen Ella want me to be her prince just as much as I do. They'll do anything to make it happen."

"They won't when I tell them about this. You'll have to rely on the real world to get women." If he could. Who was he kidding, Thorne Rose didn't need to do anything, he could blink his eyes and have the world at his beck and call. Auden slung Sandy's bag over his shoulder and began his exit. "Or more magic from Godmother, since she likes you so much. It shouldn't be that big a loss, you could have anybody you wanted."

When Thorne called after him, he didn't sound like a regal prince, but a whining child. "I don't want just anybody! Precious is my princess!"

"Then you should've gotten her out of that tower when you had the chance." Auden didn't wait for him to say anything else, gone before he could reply. The weight of everything he had learned, as well as the very bag he carried, made his (er, Sandy's, technically) stomach churn. It was a lot to keep track of on top of their schoolwork, and he wondered how many students treated Sandy this way. If she really let others extort and walk all over her like that, well...

He knew Sandy worked too hard, he would have to be extra supportive from here on out!

As for his sister, well... Precious probably didn't need to be told that Thorne was a pig. He didn't want her to beat anybody up and get kicked out, so he would keep the dream meddling things to himself for now.

Oh jeez, he hoped she was doing alright with this body-swapping fiasco. He'd try and send her a message, but it didn't look like Sandy had her Imirror signal. She was stronger than Auden, though, so wherever she was, and whoever she had swapped with, he was confident she would be ok.

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Precious groaned, slowly becoming aware of the warm ground beneath her. Her head spun like a top, and though she hadn't opened her eyes, she squeezed them tight, hoping the dizziness went away quickly. She could feel the grit of the track field under her hands and an extra heat on her shoulders, which suggested she'd collapsed at practice. Perhaps she crashed or something, she hoped nothing was broken.

Something definitely felt wrong. She felt like she had just taken a very strong medicine or something, not in pain (except for a dull ache in one arm), necessarily, but... weird. Her arms felt longer and weaker when she shifted to try and support her body, and the more her senses returned, the itchier her skin seemed to become.

She must have a concussion. She should go straight to the nurse, just... as soon as she could move. Her team would surely help her get there.

At the thought of her team, she forced herself to sit up and open her eyes. She didn't have to wonder why none of them seemed to be expressing concern for herself, as it looked like they had all collapsed too.

Ok, not a concussion, then, perhaps magic? She had to make sure they were all ok, they-

Precious froze in horror, spotting one familiar figure on the ground beside... herself. She was laying beside herself? How- what had happened? Was she dead?! Were they all dead?! She was there on the ground, but also looking at herself-

She shrieked, and a noise that would have usually been high pitched and familiar, came out a low growl from the deep vocal chords of a wolf.

The yell startled the rest of the team awake, including what looked like herself.

Her body recoiled, almost crawling away from Precious in fear and she screamed, if possible, even louder. "What the fuck?!" The uncouth language that came out of her body could have only belonged to one person. "What the fuck?! What the hell is- why are you- am I- wha-" The act of trying to move seemed to clue Evora in on her situation, and she looked down at herself (technically at Precious) and screamed again.

"I- Evora? Is that-" Before Precious could even try to make sense of everything, she was pinned beneath her own body, familiar polished nails gripping her shirt collar.

"What the fuck happened?! Why are you in my body?" Was that really what she looked like when angry or was Evora just so expressive it distorted even another's face? She was still cute, of course, which probably made the pure panic and venom in her eyes even scarier.

"I-I-I don't know what's happening! I didn't do this!" Ah, up close, she could see Evora's eyes remained the same shade of bright amber, even in Precious's body.

"Oh god, my father- what am I gonna do?" Her voice dipped to a whisper, panicking quietly now. Father?

"Could you get off me? I... I need to check on the rest of the team." Precious-wolf asked, trying to get a grip despite wanting to freak out just as hard.

"Who cares about them?! We need to fix this now!" Princess-Evora shook her, jostling her entire body from just her shirt.

"Ow- let me go!" She tried to push her off, but Evora was so skinny and weak compared to what Precious was used to, she couldn't make her move an inch.

"You're not going anywhere until this is fixed or- AiE!" Pinching her seemed to do the trick, and she scurried off the smaller body's lap. "You little-"

"Nothing will be accomplished by yelling at me. I didn't do this." With wobbling legs (seriously, she felt like she could blow away in the wind), Precious-wolf stood up and dusted off her thighs (hm, the fine, near invisible fur on her legs was so odd, was it normally this soft?).

"Don't fucking touch me like that-" Evora-princess stood up as well, then nearly fell back over, heaving. "Son of a bitch, how do you breathe in this thing?" The hand on her stomach indicated it was her corset causing discomfort.

"Stop huffing like that, you can breathe just fine when you're not freaking out." Having just been wearing that corset (and that body, but let's not think about that) she knew it wasn't even that tight. "Stand up straight, it's the kind for exercise so it's made of a tougher material." Just wait until she tries to go without a corset. The back pain isn't anywhere near worth it- not that they would be stuck like this for long, right?

"Don't fuckin' tell me what to do."

She ignored her. "Shut up for a moment, please." Precious-wolf turned and addressed the rest of their team, manners abandoned in favor of fierce rationality. She cleared her throat. "Track team! This is, ah, obviously very unprecedented circumstances- ah, it's me, by the way, I'm Precious, but it looks as though I have... traded heads with Evora." She swallowed, saying it out loud made her waver, just a bit. "Ahem, but, anyway, if you're not a member of the track team, you may have... also switched heads with someone. Do not panic, I'm sure this is all just a temporary magical anomaly, but I understand that it's very strange. This meeting is dismissed for the day, uhm, you can go find who you've swapped with and help others find their pairs. Good luck!"

Her team began to recover, some recognizing themselves from another part of the court, and some having to ask who they'd ended up in, but the explanation from Precious's quick thinking seemed to calm them down a bit. She watched them talk a moment before scattering to the rest of the school, some pairs wandering off together, and some with a group to help search and further explain to other possibly panicking students.

Precious-wolf beamed as they dispersed, confident they would be alright, before turning to address her, er, self.

Princess-Evora stared at her with wide, orange eyes.

"Now, then, you were freaking out a moment ago. You may resume, best get it out of your system so I can have a turn." She said, diplomatically.

"What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"How'd you just... say the right thing and make them all listen?" Princess-Evora didn't growl it out like her usual insults, in fact, she almost sounded impressed.

"Um, I'm the captain?" Precious-wolf scratched behind her ear, feeling the soft fuzz there too, as well as sharp- "Ow! When did you last trim your nails?"

"They're claws!" She snapped back, sounding more like herself. "That wasn't team captain stuff, that was... queen stuff." Her own eyes looked so odd, narrowed with lethal suspicion and the foreign, amber pupils. "Don't do that around me, it's creepy."

"What, don't guide and assist people? Excuse me." She looked down at her arms and legs, tested the fingers to get a better handle on how everything moved.

"Cut that shit out!"

"I'm just trying to figure this out! You're so tall it's... disorienting." She didn't seem to hear, or care, as Princess-Evora suddenly gripped her shoulders and shook her hard.

"Listen, Princess!" Her own mouth growled at her, "I don't think you understand how dire this actually is! You don't know our routine, you don't know how to talk to my dad- you don't know anything you need to know and he will-!" She choked, abruptly letting go to grip her own face.

Precious-wolf had to flail her arms a bit to keep from falling over. She found a stance that didn't make her feel so wobbly and stamped her foot. "Get ahold of yourself, Evora!" It was so bizarre to be talking to herself. "Your father isn't here right now. We need to stay calm and... decide what we're going to do now." What were they going to do? Weekend plans were kind of out the window. She rubbed her arm and felt it throb.

"Careful! I have a- a scratch there. A bad one. Don't make it worse." Princess-Evora swatted her hand away.

"Feels more like a gash, and it feels infected. I think we should go to the infirmary and get something for it. If we don't switch back before then." It was giving off a bit too much warmth for her comfort, she might consider a healing potion as well. "Which I'm hoping happens soon, because you're going to wreck my posture, slouching like that!" With her good arm, she bonked her on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm not used to being inside someone else's body, princess." She made a face. "This is gonna ruin my routine, oh god, what is dad going to think?" She ran her fingers through her hair, and winced when they got caught in the curls. "Ow-!"

"Hey! Don't do that, I'm wearing a ponytail!" Precious-wolf stopped her arm from moving, then carefully untangled her hand. She tried to keep her own hands extra gentle, since she didn't want to accidentally scratch herself with the claws. "Now it's all frizzy." She sighed as she finished freeing her. "Your father will just have to deal with this, assuming it lasts that long."

"And if it does?!" Princess-Evora snatched her hand away as soon as she could. "What am I going to do? Just waltz right up to the Big Bad Wolf and say 'Hey dad! It's me! I can't train today because I SWAPPED BODIES WITH PRECIOUS FUCKING CHARMING!"

"You'll have to think of something." She felt her stomach gurgle painfully, and internally berated Evora for skipping breakfast again. She collected her own bag and held out Evora's for her to take as well. "Come on, I am not comfortable with you showing so much of my skin when we're not running."

"Switch bags with me, it looks weird to see myself holding something that color."

"Oh grow up! It's just a bag!" Precious ignored her, and began the hike away from the track field. "In case you haven't noticed, we've got bigger problems."

"What if someone sees us?!" Despite continuing to argue, she followed anyway.

"It looks like the whole school got hit with this, so I'm going to say they won't care either. Let's go."

Evora didn't argue again as they made their way back into the school. They bypassed the locker rooms and headed straight for the dorms, luckily seeing very few other students along the way. Internally, Precious hoped Drago was alright with this, he was always antsy about his magic and if she thought it was scary with someone else piloting her body, she could only imagine how scary it was to see someone else using your own magic.

—---

Myra was... struggling very much. Flying took a lot of thought, balance, concentration, and tail-movement that she had been wholly unprepared for, and, as such, she had been floating near-uncontrollably for the last thirty minutes.

Sometimes she'd bounce down the hallway like a helpless boat in a river, other times she'd slip right through the wall, floor, or ceiling and end up somewhere she'd never seen before. She internally decided she must take an extensive tour of this school sometime when she could properly navigate. Over the course of the last half-hour, she'd discovered four new clubs and associating clubrooms, three mysterious closets full of contents she couldn't hold still long enough to investigate, and two passageways she was quite positive were hidden behind the walls.

It was hard to get frustrated when it was all so very fascinating, yet the lack of control over her movement got stressful after awhile, as did getting very lost.

She had no idea how Eva made herself go invisible, so she'd interrupted people talking and floated away before having a chance to apologize. Eventually she found a wall and willed her hands to be solid enough to get a grip on it. Sharp nails shot out and with careful focus, she lowered herself onto solid ground.

She took a moment to try and orient herself, where the spades was she? The window across the hallway looked towards the forest, which meant she had somehow ended up in the west wing, according to her memory of the school from outside. She had no idea which passage would take her back to the dorms, considering they were definitely in the north tower last she had remembered. Even if the hallways were organized like the ones in Underland, she had no guarantee she could navigate them in this body.

Blowing a tuft of hair out of her face, she began a very slow shuffle down the hallway, holding the wall and praying it didn't slip through her fingers again.

-----

Precious and Evora made a very short detour by the infirmary, in which Precious dipped in and stole a healing salve before Evora even realized she'd stopped leading them to the dorms.

"So, since you don't want anyone seeing us like this, let's just... wait this out in my room?" Precious suggested tentatively, pausing on the first floor of rooms. Her own was on the fourth floor (it had the best view, but the stairs did get tiresome on occasion)

"Why your room? Got a problem with mine?" Princess-Evora snapped, marching down the hall and practically wrenching a door off its hinges.

"My room has a futon and a bed. Should this last the evening, neither of us would have to sleep on the floor." Precious-wolf followed patiently, but didn't step inside the room, not having been invited, though she did peek.

"I sleep on the floor all the time." She shouted into a corner, rifling through a large dresser. "What's wrong? Can't go one day without your royal mattress?"

"I dare you to try and lay comfortably on the floor in that body." She folded her arms. "I don't know if you noticed, but you're significantly wider right now." Sure, maybe Evora's boxy frame might relax like that, but Precious's own shoulders and hips weren't so even.

"Quit pointing it out! It already feels weird enough!" Then a snarl, "Augh! I feel like I'm being suffocated! How can you be so... solid but also so... topheavy?!"

Precious-wolf snorted and rolled her eyes. It wasn't like she'd chosen to look the way she did (which was fantastic, for the record), but it was still a bit vindicating to see someone else try and manage it.

"I'm wondering the same thing in reverse. I feel like you could tether me to a string and fly me like a kite, you're so scrawny!" She said, though the more she moved the more aware of the toned muscles and flexible joints she became.

"I'm not scrawny- I'm aerodynamic!" Princess-Evora said, glaring as she finally finished collecting what she wanted in an overnight bag. "Ok. Which stupid room is yours?"

"It's upstairs." Precious-wolf took the lead again, leading her own body once again. Did she always look this cute when she frowned like that, or was Evora's signature pout making its way onto her own face? She stopped looking at herself. Narcissism wasn't so fun when someone else had your face. "So before we get there, what are you comfortable wearing? I don't have to pick out anything too flashy, but you'll still need a corset, unfortunately. I have some trousers for riding horses- oh and some sleep clothes if you want something soft." She said, finally finding the top of the stairs.

"Can't I just put on a jacket or a cloak or something- hey-!" Princess-Evora's whining was cut short when Precious-wolf's hand scooped a key out of her pocket without asking.

"No. You'll freeze to death. We're on the top floor, in a stone building, and I don't have fur." She unlocked the door and gestured for her to follow in. "Well, technically, you no longer have fur. Either way, make a decision."

"Jackets are designed to keep you warm- your legs can't give off that much heat." Evora said stubbornly, but closed the door behind herself anyway. "Do you even own a regular jacket?"

Precious-Wolf didn't answer immediately, having hurried over to a tall wardrobe and rifling through it, half obscuring her new body. She dug out a handful of fabrics and garments, throwing them over her shoulder before tossing them onto the bed and pausing to consider what else she'd need. Her dormitory was remarkably tidy, and expectedly glamorous. Her plush bedspread was made of rich red and gold, a shimmering canopy draping overhead. The furniture was mismatched, but equal in elegance, soft pink embroidered doilies decorating the flat surfaces and tying the room together.

The futon did, admittedly, look comfortable. The several corsets she had laid out, however, did not.

"You've got to be joking-"

"You need to be wearing a proper corset or you'll hurt your back." Precious-wolf whirled on the now-much-shorter girl and finally let her patience snap. "You'll need proper undergarments or you'll chafe your- my thighs! You'll need appropriate shoes or you'll hurt my feet. You are in my body and if you expect me to respect yours while I am in it, you are expected to respect mine." The shake in her hands betrayed just how stressed the day had actually made her.

Princess-Evora swallowed, and folded her arms. "So you don't have a jacket, then?"

She sighed, further frustrated that lashing out didn't really make her feel better. "Just turn around so I can help you out of that one."

"How do you not have any jackets? You could wear them over top of the other junk." Though she continued to complain, she at least cooperated.

"I don't like the shape and it's hard to find ones comfortable in my size. I have robes and cloaks to keep myself warm." Precious-wolf said, carefully untying and unclasping the back. It was easier than when she had to twist her own arms behind herself, but she couldn't bring herself to appreciate it. "Ok, I set some tunics and trousers on the bed- in plain colors," She added before Evora could argue again. "There's a privacy screen in that corner if you'd like to use it, though I don't really see a point. Nothing I haven't seen before." She laughed once without humor.

"I'll go behind it." Princess-Evora grimaced, poking through the clothes with obvious disdain before selecting a dark silver top and plain black trousers. She must have been hurrying to change, since she wasn't behind the paper screen for more than thirty seconds. She also looked to have tried to change with her eyes closed, as they were still squeezed firmly shut. "Is this on right?" She asked, tugging on the neck of the shirt and peeking one eye open.

"It's backwards, darling. Come here." Precious-wolf smiled patiently, and carefully helped her twist her arms inside it so they could spin the garment around. It wasn't her favorite, obviously (which was probably why Evora had chosen it), just a lightweight shift that went underneath her real clothes, but it had a nice pattern embroidered along the hems.

"Are all your things this... soft? I feel like I'll slip out of bed like an eel."

"Yes, and that happens, but not very often. The carpets are very plush so I've never been hurt."

They both paused a moment, processing the sentence. She hadn't exactly been joking, Precious had a small (and private) history with night terrors, so she had, in all honesty, selected and placed her fluffiest rugs around her bed in the instances where her flailing sent her to the floor.

Evora didn't know that, of course, but the mental image of the sheer silkiness of one's clothes causing them to slide out of bed was hilarious, either way.

While Precious-Wolf was frozen, worried she'd told a joke too morbid, Princess-Evora snickered, then snorted, before needing to turn around, unable to stifle her laughter.

It turned out to be contagious, as the two of them quickly devolved into a fit of giggles, pausing, trying to stop a moment, then falling again from seeing the other try to keep a straight face at least twice. They must have been a bit hysterical, Precious thought, too stressed, but of course, who wouldn't be after a day like this?

When they managed to get a grip on themselves, Precious lifted a bodice off the pile on the bed. "Alright, let's get this laced on before your-my back starts hurting."

Evora didn't immediately protest (an improvement, maybe the laughter did her some good), but she did grimace. "Do I have to?"

"There's no boning in this, I promise. It's just for support." It was one of the comfortable ones she even slept in sometimes. She wasn't shy about adjusting her own body to sit properly beneath the fabric, but from the higher angle she wasn't able to ignore how dark her own face flushed.

If Precious-wolf didn't know better, she would have giggled.

"It's backwards, darling. Come here." Precious-wolf smiled like she pitied her and spun the garment back around. It was really just a thin shift that went underneath her clothes. "Alright now put on these trousers and this shirt and then I'll help you with the new corset." Already she was perusing her own clothes for something to wear herself. Most of it would be quite large on the wolf's body, but based on how weird it felt when her fur rubbed against the clothes, that might be a blessing.

"Nope." She went over to Precious and snatched the clothes out of her hands, "There's no way I'm- my body is being seen in that." She shook her head, "I'd look like a fool. I'm not saying your clothes are foolish- because they're not-" She said quickly, "But with my face? And hair? And everything else? I'd look like a disaster. I'll find something for you to wear. Eventually."

"You act like I'm not fully prepared to brush your hair and wash your face. It won't be the end of the world to be a bit decent, y'know." Precious snatched back her clothes. "Don't yank around my things. You'll tear them."

"Over my dead body!" She growled. It was a strange spectacle to see someone like Precious growl like a wolf. "You do not get to choose what I wear. I'm not complaining about what I'm wearing!" She said, "I'll put you in a sweatshirt or something. Just anything but this."

"Don't yank around my things! They'll tear!" Likewise, it was a spectacle to see a wolf whine. "It's just a tunic and I have no idea when you last washed your clothes!" The shirt in question was relatively simple, just silver satin with an embroidered trim.

"You think I don't wash my clothes?" She said, a bit offended, "What is it with you and assuming? Just because I'm part wolf doesn't mean I have terrible hygiene. Looking grunge is my aesthetic." She huffed and ran her hands down her face, "They're gonna think that you gave me that. That we're like..." She swallowed. "Ugh. Nevermind. This is so damn unfair."

"I wasn't assuming I just said I didn't know." She held out her hands in a hopefully peaceful gesture. "I wouldn't wear Auden's clothes either. If it's such a big deal you can find me something once we're done here." She picked up the most comfortable corset she owned and began unfastening it for Evora.

"Fine." She grumbled. Why was this girl so hard to understand? " I hope this ends soon. Or at least before tomorrow at noon."

"Getting your hopes up will just jinx it." Precious wolf held open the corset. "This one is only chest length and it has flexible boning, so it should be the most comfortable."

"I'm just expressing what I feel." She replied, looking at herself in the mirror. She never imagined a day that she'd have to dress like this. "Are we done here? Because I'm finding you something else to wear now."

"Alright alright, let's head to your room now." Precious-wolf conceded. "But we're coming back here afterwards so I can fix your- my hair."

Evora groaned, "Fine..." She opened the door and quickly took Precious-wolf's hand and sprinted to her room. Precious, meanwhile, fought off a giggle at Evora's spastic behavior and walked leisurely in behind her. The hallway was empty anyhow.

Evora shut the door behind them. Her room was very messy, but it didn't smell awful or anything, but her bed was unmade. Precious kept her comments to herself about the state of the bedroom, not interested in offending her again.

"Ok cool." Evora went over to her dresser and rumbled through her clothes. She finally pulled out some big old band punk t-shirt, a sheer turtleneck, some terrible ripped up fishnets and black shorts. She threw them on her bed. "Just throw those on. The turtleneck goes under the shirt."

"How on earth do you wear fishnets with fur? Doesn't it catch and tear?"Precious asked. She couldn't usually wear fishnets because her thighs were too big. She frowned at the shorts as well, but if this was what Evora wanted her to wear she wouldn't complain for now.

"I don't have fur on my legs. It's literally just normal hair. I rip them on purpose." She said with a raised eyebrow, "Are you feeling ok?"

"I'm fine." Evora didn't have a privacy screen, so Precious didn't complain further and simply pulled off the workout clothes. She kept her eyes up while changing, but did look enough to make sure she didn't put anything on backwards.

Even though it was literally Evora's body, she looked away anyway and felt gross. When Precious was done, she sighed, "Good enough. Now what are we gonna do?"

"Well, it's not quite late enough to go to sleep, want to get something to eat? Or is the idea of being seen by others too horrifying?"

"I mean you can get something to eat." She said, "I'm not the prettiest when I eat. That's why I'm never in the cafeteria. But since you're in my body you probably eat normal."

"We can bring something back to my room if you'd like. Neither of us is going to go without dinner." She adjusted the shirt over the turtleneck and shrugged. It'd do for now. "I hope you don't take offense, but I am not comfortable letting my body out of my sight at the moment."

Evora groaned for a second, really thinking about whether she should say yes or not. She sighed, Whatever. Sure." She walked towards the door, "You're going to judge me so much for this."

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The two returned from the cafeteria, to-go plates with soup and grilled cheeses in each of their hands. They hadn't spoken to many people, it seemed many others in the school had found their body-swap partner and were trying to sort out the confusion as well. Nobody had any theories as to how it had happened or how to fix it yet.

Precious had a little coffee table in her room, so she kicked a few pillows closer to it so they could sit on the floor.

"Why do you keep your room so clean? I can never find anything when my room is like this." Evora sat down and tried to lean back on her arm, but the corset prevented her from doing so.

"Well, when I organize it myself I know where everything is. Nobody can rearrange it if they think it's already in its place." Precious produced a few handkerchiefs from a drawer and offered it to Evora as a napkin. "I have a hard time thinking clearly when things are messy."

"Thanks." Evora said, taking it. She really didn't want to eat. She just knew Precious would pick at her for it, especially in her own damn body. "That's weird to me. I guess my brain is weirdly organized." She shrugged, "Do you always wear dresses? I mean like, outside of track."

"I own trousers, like I said, but I'm just... the most comfortable in gowns. I like to feel elegant." She opened her cup of soup and sipped it from the side.

"I don't think I've ever worn a dress in my life." She said, "I don't really want to. It has less opportunities for movement than pants or jumpsuits do." She paused, "Do I have to eat? I really. Really don't want to."

"Evora, I have an older brother, I promise you your table manners or lack thereof won't bother me." Precious pushed her box of food towards her.

Evora looked at it for a few seconds nervously, squirming a bit. She eventually picked the box up, opened and ate it. It was pretty violent and fast, like an actual wolf eating a dead animal. It was very odd to see Precious do it too. She swallowed and closed her eyes out of embarrassment, but not before checking if she got anything on the dress. She didn't, which was surprising. "God I hated that. I hated that so much."

Precious wolf smiled, once again fighting off a giggle. "That wasn't so hard now was it?" She handed her the handkerchief napkin. She was tempted to tell her that food was better when you tasted it, but decided Evora was anxious enough about eating in general. She instead dipped her sandwich in the soup and continued her own meal.

Evora didn't respond and took the napkin. "Thanks." She grumbled. She looked down at the floor, still embarrassed, in silence for a bit.

When Precious finished, she collected their boxes and threw them away. She tossed their used napkins in a little laundry bin and stretched her arms over her head. "I'm smaller now so I don't mind sleeping on my futon tonight. I'm going to change into some softer pants though, if it's alright with you. Nobody will see you wearing something out of character but me." As she spoke she collected a few extra blankets and pillows from her closet. "Once I've set the futon up I'll help you with my hair and face." And do Evora's hair and face while she was at it. This girl had some serious split ends that needed conditioning stat.

"What?" Evora tilted her head like a dog, "What do you mean?"

"I brush and condition my hair every night, plus I need to take off my makeup. If you sleep in it it'll clog my pores." plus if she could wash it off and get an overnight mask on Evora, she might not see Precious's face without makeup. "I have a very strict skincare routine, my beauty is only 80% natural." she winked while tossing the pillows down onto the futon.

"Uh..." Evora sat back, "You don't just take like a washcloth and wipe it off? Then put some like... rubbing alcohol on it?" She raised an eyebrow, "That's what I do."

"Oh my god, no wonder your skin is so dry." Precious looked personally offended. "We've got a long night ahead of us." She set to work gathering almost a dozen products and devices. She even collected an extra hairbrush, hoping to clear the tangles from Evora's body's hair when she wasn't looking.

"That's a lot of stuff." She shuffled through it like a toddler and picked up an oddly shaped bottle, "What's this?"

"That's toning drops, it moisturizes and evens out your skin tone." Precious unscrewed the cap and showed her the little dropper tool in the top. "I'm thinking a deep conditioning treatment for your face." she pointed to herself. "Just to help with the damage that the alcohol might have done to it."

"I have no clue what you just said." Evora shook her head, "But alright?"

"Sit, sit." Precious patted her shoulder and encouraged her to take a seat on the futon before leaving to grab a bowl of water from her bathroom. Once she was back she handed Evora-princess a headband to hold her curls back, tying one around her own hair as well.

Evora sat down, staring at all of the products. This was a lot of stuff for one person's face. She put the headband on, "How long is this gonna take?"

"It'll be fun, don't worry." Precious-wolf dipped a cloth in the water and poured a foaming something into it before gesturing for Evora to come closer. When she did she set about cleaning off the makeup from her face. Her hands were remarkably gentle despite being more calloused and tense than she was used to.

Evora flinched a little bit after Precious-wolf put hands on her face, but eventually got over it. She was really stiff, but half of it was due to the corset she was wearing. This is... very odd.

Next, Precious scrubbed in a bubbly and fruity-smelling soap. She let that sit on her face for a moment while scrubbing some onto her own (currently Evora's body's) face as well before going to wipe it off of Evora. She hoped her frequent glances at the mirror weren't noticeable. If she could get the mask on fast enough, she might not see her face.

"God this stuff smells like a perfume store." She said, scrunching her nose a bit. "Where'd you get this stuff anyway?"

"Different places. I've collected a lot of these over the years. A lot of creams last awhile." The product she used next was less pleasant, sort of a gritty scrub. It made their faces feel minty and cool, as well as very smooth.

"Ow..." She said, wincing a bit, "That's so scratchy, why would you put that on your face." She paused, "Also be careful with that on my face. My scars get really red and bad at night. It'll hurt."

"That exfoliates and clears away the dead skin. Don't worry, scar cream is after moisturizer." Precious-wolf's hands went rigid for the briefest of seconds, before continuing as if she hadn't said anything, collecting the moisturizer.

"You have scar cream? For what?" She leaned and peaked in the mirror, seeing the scar going from her check and down. "Oh." She stared at it for a second, "Ok." She shrugged. She didn't look shocked or anything. She was more uncomfortable with the face scrub than anything.

Precious swallowed. "You can't ask about it unless I can ask about yours.'' She massaged in the moisturizer and pulled out a little tub of white cream as well, holding up a hand mirror to rub it into the scars on Evora's face. Like near magic, any inflammation from the scrub immediately receded and the skin softened.

"It's not a big deal. It's just a scar." Evora shrugged. "I've got like a million. I'm an open book when it comes to my scars." She paused, "Most of the time, anyways."

"Well I'm not. Not usually." Not anymore. The scar stretched across the entire right side of Precious's cheek and disappeared down her neck and chest. Precious's hands weren't the least bit shy while she rubbed the scar cream in, even dipping below the line of her shirt to make sure as much of the scar as possible got attention.

Evora sat as stiff as humanly possible, "Well uh... I got that giant one on my right hand from punching through a window. I don't remember why I did that, or when, but it got there at some point." She shrugged, "And then the giant burn on my arm was from when I went and tried to catch a Phoenix as a kid." She looked at Precious-wolf, "I wanted it as a pet."

"Heh. I've never been good with animals. I've got the scars from a dog bite on my leg." Precious laughed, pausing to rub the scar cream on her knuckles and arm as Evora pointed them out. "Ok, now we can put on a mask. This is the funny part." She pulled out two cotton cloths that were circular with eye and mouth holes cut out of them.

"What are you-?" As Precious put it on, she scrunched up her face, but relaxed it a bit. She didn't feel as sensitive to this kind of stuff. Then again, she was in a completely different body. "What is this?"

"It's... a lot of things that are all good for your skin. Hydrates it and tones it and stuff. You leave that on for a few minutes. I don't know what all it does but it is fun." she put a mask on her own (temporary) face and smiled. She looked ridiculous, like she was wearing a wet ghost mask. "While this sits on our faces I can do your hair. Turn around."

Evora turned around, "Is this what girls do? Like all the time? Because this is pretty extra." Evora said, confused.

"Well, I might go a bit further for myself, but I think it's worth it." Precious ran a thick comb through the curls to separate and detangle them before spraying another sweet smelling product through her hair and combing it out again."

"Ow!" Evora said, leaning forward, "That hurts!"

"My head is not that sensitive!" She was sure she had pulled harder while doing this before. Despite arguing, she went slower and was gentler. "One can't afford to have a sensitive head when one's hair is this thick and curly."

"Curly hair must suck to have. You gotta untangle all of this? Everyday?" She shook her head, "Wack."

"I've considered cutting it, but I'm not sure if I'd like me with short hair." She finished detangling it and separated it into two sections to braid up for the night.

Once the skin and hair care session was over Evora grabbed a random pillow and laid right there on the ground.

"What are you doing? You'll twist your back all out of place like that." Precious patted the pillow of her bed. "I already said you can sleep in the bed." She herself sat down on the futon to get comfortable.

"I don't wanna sleep in someone else's bed. It would feel weird." She paused, "Well in- ugh. You know what I mean. Plus, I sleep on the floor all the time. It's not that bad."

"Hm. Then at least take the futon. I don't want to switch back and have a knot in my muscles." She took the satin pillow off the bed and set it on the futon. "And use this, it'll keep my hair from getting frizzy while you sleep."

Evora took the pillow, "Thanks, I guess." She went over to the futon and laid down. After a few seconds, she immediately fell asleep.

-----

Eva only woke up from her day-long cat nap when she heard a long series of knocking at the door. Standing up from the bed she walked over in a haze, opening the door and rubbing her eyes. She blinked slowly and jumped back, hissing when she saw her own body staring back at her like she was looking in a mirror.

Myra spoke up from inside of Eva's body, "Eva? Is that you in there?" She whispered.

"Of course I am, I'm me- wait." Eva started to say, but then realized she couldn't feel her tail swishing behind her. She bolted back inside the room and into the bathroom, screaming when she saw herself in the mirror, "I-I'm-"

"You're me, I know. You've been asleep all day apparently, but the rest of the school has all swapped bodies because of me!" Myra shouted back, pushing the door closed behind her. She felt relieved to see the wand still on her desk.

Eva came back out of the bathroom, "You did this? How?"

Myra walked over to the desk and sat down, casually pointing at the wand.

"Holy crap you actually got it in here!" Eva said, as if her troubles were over. She jumped up, trying to float as she normally would but, of course, this body was not capable of flight. She hurried over and plopped down on the desk, "This is just like Underland! So you cast the spell to make the school switch bodies?"

"Not exactly..." Myra explained, "I was just starting to study it and when I touched it I woke up in your body...."

"Oh, so this was a mistake."

"Uh, yeah, of course it was."

"Oh." Eva said, looking disappointed, "I just thought you were making this school more like home."

Myra put a paw on Eva's hand, "I'm sorry Eva. I wasn't realizing how much you missed home, but floating around today in your body made me realize how people act around you... I just want you to know I'm here when you need me."

Eva nodded and sighed, "I know..." She mumbled, "I just wish that this place was more like Underland."

Myra's new tail was out of her control, and she accidentally brushed the wand with it, causing it to fall off of the stand and onto Eva's hand.

The world turned white for both of them, and magic overtook the world.