Jon woke up feeling weird. His entire body below the neck felt numb, but even so, he felt another neck and head on unnaturally broad shoulders. Below that he was slowly beginning to regain feeling in a body that most definitely was not the one he'd fell asleep in. He shook his head and started as he saw the side of another head to his left, with closed eyes, framed by straight black hair he now felt tickling his left shoulder and the small space between their heads. Jon felt that other head as well, a most peculiar sensation, and found he could control it as he could his own, making the eyes open even as another foreign force tried to close them. "What the hell...?" he felt a feminine voice speak, and suddenly her eyes opened of their own volition as well as his. Though he could control the eyes, he couldn't see through them, nor hear through her ears, though he felt the same things.
"Oh, no..." she said, sounding distressed and looking at Jon. "Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit..."
Jon had to admit she was pretty, an Asian girl several years younger than he, with the sort of voice he thought couldn't cuss and sound serious. "What's wrong?" he asked, smiling and surprising even himself with his openness and lack of fear.
"I'm attached to a boy! They didn't tell me it'd be a boy!" the girl yelled back, despite how obviously close they were.
"Well, at least we seem to have your body..." Jon said, looking down at the slender naked form they now shared; it was indeed all hers, as far as he could tell.
"And just what the hell is that supposed to mean? What are you looking at?!" she shouted, and Jon felt his own - now his own - small, soft hands reaching up to block his view.
"I'm looking at our body. My name is Jon, by the way, what's yours?" he asked, smiling pleasantly.
"Don't try to distract me, you pervert. I'm not your--" she started, but was interrupted by a familiar, cheery voice...
