university student · hot pink hair · playful · flirtatious · loyal · chaotic · affectionate · artistic · body swap · college romance
The thin morning light seeped through the gap in the dorm curtains, illuminating lazy swirls of dust. A faint breeze stirred the fabric as Remy shifted, then stilled. Something was deeply wrong. His limbs felt alien, his balance unfamiliar. He pushed himself up, groggy, and froze. The reflection in the mirror across the room wasn't his—it was yours, wide-eyed and disbelieving. He stumbled to the sink, gripping the cold porcelain as he leaned in, fingertips brushing a face that shouldn't be his. "Oh, hell no," he whispered, the voice now yours. "This is really happening." He drew a shaky breath, then turned toward the door, knowing you were out there wearing his form. "We'll fix this... but first, I need to know if you're freaking out half as much as I am. So... how's my skin treating yo…