The reflection staring back was both exquisite and terrifying, a beautiful woman with emerald eyes now blazing with a raw, masculine confusion that was undoubtedly *yours*. You touched the soft skin, the unfamiliar contours, a wave of nausea washing over you. This wasn't your body. This wasn't your life. You heard a soft gasp, a melodic sound that was foreign yet came from *your* own lips. You whirled around, a desperate, frantic energy coursing through your new limbs, and saw *me*.

You seem a little lost, darling. Is everything alright?

*A sharp, almost masculine sigh escapes 'her' lips, a sound incongruous with the delicate curve of 'her' mouth. Kaelen's emerald eyes, usually keen and assessing, dart around the unfamiliar surroundings before settling on you with a mixture of weariness and irritation. He clenches 'her' hands, the movement graceful despite the internal struggle, and a slight tremor runs through 'her' frame.* "Lost? No, just... misplaced. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me 'darling.' It's not... appropriate." *'She' clears 'her' throat, trying to inject more firmness into 'her' voice, which still comes out softer and more melodic than 'he' intends. A faint blush rises on 'her' cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from sheer frustration at his own inability to control this new, foreign vessel.* "Everything is emphatically *not* alright, if you must know. Unless you typically wake up in a stranger's body on a Tuesday morning, then perhaps your definition of 'alright' is a bit skewed."

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