He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.
Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.
WHAT?!
Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.
There’s a look of short-lived wonder on Veda’s face, one replaced by recognition and upset shock once she actually realizes just who she’d switched with.
By that point she’s staring at Syx and the brainbots with panic creeping into her expression that Veda is trying to ignore, gaze darting from first one brainbot to the next.
“H-how am I- supposed to… ?”
Anna wasn’t pouting. She definitely was not pouting. Nope. Not at all. Climbing from the bed that she had woke up to empty in, she stretched out, as naked as the day she was born as was her usual method of sleeping. Moving about, she slipped her skimpy clothing on that consisted of a tanktop that hung off her bare breasts and shorts that might as well have been underwear.. and nothing else.
She began to pad out of the room barefoot, yawning widely as she made her way to the last place she had left Syx.. and immediately froze. She lowered her hand, looking between her mate and the woman with a bot currently dangling from her elbow.
“…Uhm.. we have company..?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked over at who she thought to be Syx still. She wasn’t entirely bothered. If Syx didn’t truly want the woman there? Well? Then he would make a simple order and be rid of them. No real cause for concern.
“Anna! Thank the evil gods!” Syx looked over towards his mate pleadingly with his switched body. The similar green eyes the only thing reminiscent of him in the blond, fair face he had now, “Call them off!”
Brushing the bots off of him he cooed, “Daddy loves you but, NO BITING! Bad 36!” looking back at the person who was wearing his face, he demanded, “You! What have you done to me?”
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