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The sound of a loud buzzing jolted John out of his sleep. With his heart pounding in his ears, he hurriedly patted around with his hand to turn the jarring alarm off. He sat up instantly, as if someone had shoved him from the bed, and his chest heaved as he caught his breath.
He had dreamed that they were back in the game again, and Jack had been looming over him viciously. Somehow, he had been paralyzed, maybe with fear, and he hadn’t been able to move. And then, the man had taken his dagger, and he…
No. The teen shook his head quickly and tried his best to will the horrible thoughts away. This was not the way to begin a Friday. Like he did every morning, John reached out for his glasses, but he soon realized that he was already wearing them. Weird. He never fell asleep like that.
But his vision was much darker than usual. He removed the glasses from his face to rub the sleep from his eyes, and holy shit. What happened? His vision was perfect without them. Upon further inspection, the glasses were actually SUNglasses and not his typical prescription frames. The boy was also shirtless, and his bed had much different sheets than it did the night before. And when did he start wearing boxers with hearts on them? Slowly, he began to regain consciousness from his sleep, and then it hit him.
“What the fuck?” Oh, no. That wasn’t his voice either. It was familiar but not his own. It was his best friend’s. It was Dave’s.
John jumped out of the bed and wondered towards the bathroom. He had been over to Dave’s place a few times before, but it still wasn’t familiar like his own house. As he fumbled around, he opened his older brother’s door accidentally. The room was dark and eerily quiet, but he could see a few multi-colored smuppets littered around on the floor.
“I... Um. S-sorry!” John choked out in his shock before slamming the door shut. Hopefully, Bro was a heavy sleeper. His stuttering words sounded so strange coming out of Dave’s mouth. No, his everything seemed strange in Dave’s body. How had this even happened?
Upon locating the bathroom, he flipped the lights on after a couple of tries. (Okay, the switch on the left just turned on the fan. Good to know.) The room lit up, and he stared into the mirror. A loud gasp came from his lips as he looked at a foreign reflection. So it was true. He was Dave. His hands shook with shock and a bit of fear. This couldn’t be happening. The teenager grabbed onto the frames he was wearing and slowly removed them.
John unclenched his fingers from the shades that he had bought years ago and set them on the counter. His fingertips brushed over his face. A few freckles were spotted across his cheeks.
He leaned forward to inspect the body he was in, still pretty startled. John took a few long seconds to marvel at the red irises that he was using. Dave should really wear his shades less often. Without them, John could get a better look at his deep-set eyes and long, blonde eyelashes. He pulled down the bottom lids to gaze at them further.
His hands trailed past his cheeks as he ran his thumbs over his jawline. It seemed really strong, and the angle really shaped his face well. It was smooth, so he must have shaved last night.
Blinking, John backed away from the mirror and stared at his chest. As he ran his hands over his taut torso, he noticed that his stomach muscles were slightly defined. Maybe all of that sword fighting Dave did actually helped him in that respect.
When he finally looked down at the boxers he was wearing, something hit him. Oh god. He had to piss really badly. There was no way that he was going to touch his best friend’s junk, and the thought of showering made him go rigid. There was no possible way either of those were happening. And just as he had that thought, he realized that someone was watching him.
“Are you finished checking yourself out yet? The bus comes in twenty minutes, kid,” Bro told him in a husky voice as he leaned against the doorframe. He was clad in a bit more clothes than the other, but his hair stuck up in every direction. Even though he seemed like he had just woke up, the man was somehow a bit scary. The guy was wearing a wifebeater, and wow, his arms were really muscular. It didn’t help that he was at least a few inches taller than the other male.
The younger man jumped back and couldn’t even find the words to give a coherent reply. Was he supposed to tell him what happened? Would he even believe it? John didn’t believe it himself.
The alarmed expression on John’s face must have seemed pretty exaggerated because it earned a snicker from Dave’s brother. “It seems like you’re surprised to see me. I should remind you that I’m not the one who was slamming doors. Now, tell me what the fuck your problem is,” the man said in a leisurely tone before he gave a tired yawn.
“I think I… um. Well, actually, I don’t know what the best way to explain it is, but maybe I’m-”
“Look. I’m tired. I don’t have the energy to hear you ramble this morning. If you’re trying to skip school or something, that’s fine. Just don’t fail any of your classes,” Bro said, waving his hand dismissively as the opposite one scratched at his scalp. “And make sure you’re out of the shower by ten. I feel like getting a mad ablution on.” Before John could reply, Dirk was heading back for his bedroom.
He shut the bathroom as quietly as he could, and a huge breath of relief came from his lips. That had been a close one. His eyes wondered back to his boxers as he was reminded that he needed to pee. This had to be the worst morning ever.
Okay, John. This isn’t a huge deal. Just piss and get it over with. Dave would understand. In fact, Dave probably wouldn’t hesitate to pee with his best bro's dick.
The boy slowly pulled his waistband down and held his breath. It wasn’t bad if he pretended it was his, but wow. It looked pretty different. And felt different. And… Fuck. He was spending too much time looking at his friend’s penis.
One awkward urination later, he went back into his bedroom with burning cheeks. At least it couldn’t get any worse. He rummaged through his closet for a minute and finally found some jeans and one of his Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff shirts. It had a man slam dunking, but John couldn’t make out the caption. He was too frenzied to care though.
As he was slipping the ridiculous shirt over his head, he was suddenly more confused than he had been at originally. Wait… what had happened to Dave? And what was his own body doing? Oh no. Please don’t let there be a connection.
After imagining Dave interacting with his father, he couldn’t log into Pesterchum fast enough.