Switched

Part one: Ian

~One~

He had no dick. He was looking down at himself and he had no dick. His hands were gripping nothing. And that was because Ian had no fucking dick.

Was this a bad trip? Did he take anything last night? It had been a wild night and he tended to go overboard sometimes, especially if it was the end of a tour. A long and energy-sapping tour. Which it had been.

He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Surely his cock would be back again, once he opened them.

Nope.

Nope, it wasn't. What was there was a smooth stomach and then – a pussy. It was a pussy and now that Ian had named it, he knew that something was definitely not right, because – he also had tits and the stumbling to the bathroom made more sense now because his whole body felt off balance. And not in the usual 'I was so drunk last night, I hate myself' way.

No he was off balance, because it wasn't his fucking body.

He was feeling the panic clawing at him. And he needed to piss. He really needed to piss.

There was nothing for it.

The toilette seat was fucking cold, but at least his female body knew what the hell it had to do. Thank god for small mercies. Once he was done, and washed his hands he stared into the mirror. He knew that face.
Kasey was staring back at him. Her muddy brown eyes, her perfect lips, the cute nose, the long dark brown hair. It was Kasey alright.

But, if this was Kasey that meant Ian was not in his bathroom. This was not his place. He looked around carefully. Alright. This was so not his place.

He took a breath and then screamed because maybe he would wake himself up from this nightmare that way.

"What the hell! Babe, are you alright?" Mark asked, barging into the bathroom and Ian was still screaming at the face in the mirror because now he could not stop the panic.

Mark's arms were around him moments later and he wasn't wearing a shirt. And he smelled good, and he felt warm and Ian felt safe.

"Breathe," Mark said. "Just breathe, we're gonna do it together, okay? In. Comeon, babe, in," Mark said and Ian took a breath. "That's it, and out," Mark continued gently. His hands were stroking Ian's skin and he let a breath out and then inhaled again, exhaled, it got easier and easier every time Mark told him to take a breath.

"Okay," Mark said once Ian was calm again. "So what happened?"

"I'm a girl," Ian said.

Mark blinked. "Babe, you've been a girl all your life," he replied. Amusement was curling his lip up and Ian wanted to punch his stupidly handsome face.

"No, Mark, I have been not," Ian said.

"You need to sit down. Preferably not in the bathroom," Mark said.

"What I need is coffee and then I need to call Kasey, Ian, me, my phone," Ian said.

"Babe you don't make any sense," Mark replied, frowning. He looked concerned too, but Ian could not spare him a thought because he was a girl and not any girl. He was Mark's girl.

"Stop calling me Babe," Ian snapped.

"Okay..." Mark said, stepping away from him.

Ian felt like a jerk. It wasn't Mark's fault he was suddenly a girl, not any girl, but Mark's girl.