HIATUS - She Who Has No Wings Shall Be Given Another Chance

Chapter One; Holy Shit...

She woke up, sunlight dancing through her eyelashes while she yawned and stretched, ready for a new day. 

Well, she thought so, at least.

She was not prepared for the odd feeling throughout her entire body. Like her body wasn't hers. She looked down, the first thing she noticed was something she never thought she would be distressed about;

She didn't have boobs anymore.

The second thing she noticed was that she was wearing a white nightgown. One she had never owned. It was long, cooling, made of fine silk. She was lucky to get something she thought was comfy that wasn't a year-old hoodie, let alone something as fine as this. 

Also, she had wings.

Big. Feathery. White. FUCKING. WINGS.

Like something out of a fantasy novel-a book for children! They looked a lot like her favorite character's wings from that one roleplay online...

Why couldn't she remember the name of it?

She remembered what happened, but all of the specific names wouldn't come to mind at the moment. She knew who her favorite was, though. He had gone through so much! But why did his name slip her mind? She had wrote countless fantasies about him, she had even kept up to date on all of his voice actor's social medias for even the slightest spoiler or hint to what was going to happen next, she had just found out about season three the night before!

She remembered falling in love with the little family that he had left behind! She had adored all three of the kids, even just by looking at them! She had especially liked the one that looked the most like him! But why couldn't she remember any of the names!? They were told! They were all so iconic and adorable!

And yet she had no clue. 

She looked around at the room, not recognizing anything at all.

A large vanity was the bedside table, different cosmetic products lined it, all of them clearly having had good use. Face masks, foundation, lipstick, contour, eye shadow, eyeliner, everything. She bet that there were even more in all of the drawers inside it. The mirror was spotless, dusted every day and never touched with the hands of the inexperienced. It made her oddly happy looking at the completely perfect mirror. Not a single scratch, small  and thin or large and thick, disturbed the surface. Smooth, perfect, just like-

There. The name slipped her mind again. Or was she even thinking of a name? She had forgotten she was thinking for a moment. She went back to observing the room, though none of it was as grand as the mirror in her opinion, and found that she quite liked it.

Red roses bloomed in vases that were pristine white with gold trimming and design, somehow she knew and took pride in the fact that it was real, genuine gold. The walls were a very, very pale pink, it was basically off-white. The floor was made of waxed, real wood planks. They were, of course, birch wood to match the almost heavenly atmosphere this room created. Greek paintings sprinkled the walls, there were about five in the room. All of them were of Aphrodite and the stories about her.

Her favorite character was the son of Aphrodite, she knew that much. Still no names came to mind. 

She stood up, taking a bit of time to balance with the added weight of the wings. Taking a step forward, she caught sight of her hair in the pristine mirror.

Wait, was her hair brown?

She turned toward the mirror quickly, seeing her undeniably brown hair, brown eyes, and new face.

She is her favorite Origins Of Olympus character.

She is the son of Aphrodite.

'Holy shit, how did this happen!? And where even am I!? Is this where he lived before going to Camp Oasis!? '

She couldn't fully wrap her head around the idea of being a man, and more so him, a fictional character from a fictional series played in a fictional setting. But she couldn't deny that he was beautiful.

She never thought she'd get to see him looking...real. 

He really fit the description of son of Aphrodite, all of her friends back home would be swooning over just a glimpse of him.

His hair was smooth and shiny but poofed up just a bit to make a small swoop to the side, glimmering in the light. His golden-brown eyes were simply mesmerizing, seeming to sparkle with stars and adoration for all. Flushed cheeks and soft features showed an angelic perfection that no mortal being could ever dream of achieving. 

She felt honored to even be allowed to see her current face.

Yet she still didn't remember the name to this face.

"Bryan!"

That was the name! She was in Bryan's body! 

Just when the revelation was made, a beautiful girl with wings stepped into the room, long pink hair swaying gracefully while she chuckled at the scene she stepped into.

"Admiring yourself in the mirror again? You haven't even gotten ready yet! Just because I'm going to need a few more days to prepare doesn't mean you can just stare in the mirror all day. You need to get going to camp! I'll be there soon! Remember, big sister Bri loves you and I'm going to be there about three days after you get there, okay?"

She-well, more like he-nodded with a smile, trying to act natural despite having no idea how Bryan acted around Bri before camp. Apparently that was a good guess since Bri, his sister, giggled before going back out of the room.

She sighed, looking in the mirror again. She really, truly was Bryan now, huh? Well, at least she wasn't that sword. She would still die, but that'll be okay. At least it would just be once.

She sighed, going into what he hoped was the bathroom-which it was, score-and getting in the shower. While she showered, she thought about what she was even going to do. She could change the future, but major things would probably still happen.

Bryan would probably take the sword, start acting odd, force a relationship with that one son of Poseidon, get his fairy horse, take someone to the ball and end up stabbing them before turning evil, stab multiple people before having the sword broken.

She sighed again, wondering how to have minimal damage done and minimum forgiveness needed. Maybe act much more different before the sword takes over? Act shyer, more friendly and less pushy? Make it so there's a clear difference between her and that sword, even leave it in the cabin sometimes and behave the way she would when she first arrived? That might just work. It would be clear that the sword was a problem, causing something to change, so maybe, just maybe they would believe her more.

That was a plan alright. It would need to be a major change, but it might just be crazy enough to work.

And so, while she got ready, she thought about the shit show that was about to go down at the camp. 

"This'll be...fun, at least."