The switch?!?!?!

Maleia awoke in a room, but there was something wrong with it. Then she felt like something else that was off. She couldn't feel her hair. "What's going on?" she thought out loud. Maleia sat up to see room with boy things (i couldn't think). She looked down her hands to find they weren't pale. she thought. What?! Where was her pale skin? She found a small mirror, and looked in it. "Shit," she screamed out. She wasn't in her own body, she was in Nate's body. Instantly, she swung the door open. Her eyes full of fury. I hope i still have my power she thought.

Reed woke up and rubbed her eyes. The sun was headed up, and she was awake, ready for the day. She pulled the covers off, and headed towards her closet, not bothering to look in the mirror first. She pulled something out, ignoring the sudden difference in her clothing compared to what she saw there. Her brother had weird tendencies. She went to brush her hair, and noticed the brush was different. Okay, Randy would never switch that. But you could never predict his strangeness. Looking in the mirror, she froze for a second. Huh? She looked like Nyla Wheatly. But her hair color liked to change in the night, as well as her eye color. Her body structure looked only slightly different. Her eyes might be playing tricks on her. Speaking of her eyes, she was having a little trouble seeing, but she ignored it, not seeing the light blue glasses sitting on the bedside table. She headed out to start the day.

When passing by dorm 1 (not noticing the longer distance between her dorm and that particular one), she heard a girl yell out. Stopping for a second, she waited to see what might happen. Why did it sound like Maleia was in there? Maliea wasn't in dorm one.

ooc: she has Nate's voice

Violet's eye's fluttered open when she heard someone yelling in her dorm. "What's going on?" she asked sleepily, but she almost stopped breathing when she realized her voice was way deeper than it should've been. She wondered she was getting a cold or something, but her throat honestly felt fine. She put her hands to her mouth and pressed her arms against herself like she did sometimes when she got nervous, but something felt wrong. Her chest, it was flat. ;_; She timidly stood up and awkwardly made her way to the bathroom. She felt taller and the familiar weight of her hair was gone as if it had suddenly gotten a lot shorter. She timidly peeked into the bathroom door, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Violet screamed in a much lower voice than it should've been. She was a guy. Why was she a guy? "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming." she told herself, frantically. Violet huddled in a corner with her hands covering her face, feeling like she could start crying at any moment.

She was in Carter's body.