SWITCHED [Tom Holland x Reader]

Chapter Three

Your P.O.V:

"AAAHHH!"

Why the hell do I have a dick?!

All I wanted to do was pee, but when I sat down, something poked up and it started spraying around the bathroom.

That was thirty minutes ago and up until now, I'm still staring at the reflection of someone not me in the mirror.

I think I've been traumatised by the events of earlier, I mean, sure I've seen guys' intimate parts before, but having one is a lot different than seeing one.

My eyes immediately detached from the unfamiliar sight and backed up to the mirror. I raised my hand up and the reflection did the same thing. I shake my head and it did the same thing, again.

Am I cursed?! Am I being punished for being such a hitch to the very face I'm currently seeing?!

"No, no, no. This can't be happening. I'm a girl, not a guy. I'm not supposed to have a fucking dick! I'm supposed to have a clean, smooth-" My monologue was interrupted with a hard knock on the door.

Oh, shit. No one can see me right now, not in this state. Oh, God, please tell me I'm still dreaming! I won't be a bitch anymore, just give me my boobs back, I don't want clean-cut abs!

The knock on the door wouldn't stop. "Hello? I was told to wake you up." Wait, I don't know that voice. She could be this guy's body fan. I walk slow and cautiously to the door.

"Who's there?" I call out, well, I mean, I'm still in underwear.

"Uh, your assistant." She speaks lowly. I notice a hint of an accent in her voice. I don't know anyone British except for Tom and Harrison, but it's obviously not them because the person on the other side of the door sounds like a girl.

Wait, assistant?! I'm his assistant!

Furious, I open the door, revealing a snort girl with glasses on and a cup of tea in her hand. She screams when she sees me and quickly blocks her eyes.

Am I hideous in the morning? I don't think so. Then I realise I'm only wearing underwear, so I slammed the door in front of her face.

I look around for something to wear, but I can't find any clothes lying around. He's too neat for his own good. Ugh. I walk to the bathroom and found a bathrobe, so I wrap it around my — his — oh, fuck — my body.

I open the door once again and the girl is still standing there, teeth out in a smile. Cuuuhhhreepy.

"Who are you again? I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

"It's Sophie, your assistant. Harrison called me and-" she looked at me confused, "Aren't you supposed to have a British accent?"

Now that I think about it, I should have a British accent because I'm in a British guy's body. Okay, wait, why am I now acknowledging the face that, I am indeed in his body? I must be going crazy right now.

"Uh," I try to think of an excuse, "Yeah, I'm just practicing before filming." Right, that'll do. She nods, buying my excuse and handing me the cup she's holding. I take it and look inside to see what drink it was. "Ew, what is this?"