To Say Odd Things Happened Often Would Be An Understatement. Due To Blizzard's Bed Being A Rather Small

To say odd things happened often would be an understatement. Due to Blizzard's bed being a rather small one, the feeling of being squished against the wall of cute cat plushies more so that usual was definitely a bit of a confusing agent. Slowly she shifted, noticing a few things. Muscular, tan, feet hanging off the bed that's made for a woman of her height.

Her first thoughts being mostly how uncomfortable it was being larger and all, plus the desire of just wanting to go back to bed. Which was when she finally fully registered, this is not her body.

Shooting up from the bed and checking the mirror in the bathroom, of course noting the difference in her gravity and how it was harder to slide and fall. Looking at herself or well this man, in the mirror. Quickly slapping both hands against her cheeks, "Ah! . . Okay voice changed too." She stood up straight with slightly narrowed eyes, before checking where she had drawn on this man before, "it faded off, disappointing." She shook her head, leaving the bathroom looking around everywhere, noting how different it all looked at this height and having to attempt not to bump into things she could easily avoid normally. Finding the drawer with the markers she started to redo the small different doodles like a Meowth and a Meowth, and then one of the cat plushies on her bed, then a star. Before she paused realizing fully that "Oh. He's probably in my body." She leaned against the wall having to think about what was fully going on, she should probably go look for him in case something bad happened to the both of them.

Letting out a sigh, she got ready to leave figuring the best place to go would be the park where she randomly ran up to him before. Though, finding it? That was another story. Of course when she left getting distracted by the thought of getting ice cream, maybe getting some for him too as an apology would be a good thing? Yeah. Maybe.

"Wait what would I be apologizing for? I didn't do this. . ."

What if our muses swapped bodies?

He'd notice as soon as he woke up! He'd just be really, really confused by how thin his arm is and how it's not quite blocking the light out of his face the way it should… but his first assumption would be that it's kind of nostalgic and like being a little kid again. Like, really little, since he was kind of chubby quite early on, so...

He'd just think he's dreaming and roll over. ... then get really confused, not just by, uh, the suddenly very different figure, but also, the hair? Whose hair is this? Lavender? ... he didn't dye it, he sure as heck didn't grow it out, he'll have to sit up, trace this hair to... his own head?!

He'd freak out, check a mirror, scream--scare himself even MORE by screaming in a woman's voice--and try to contact people he knows and trusts (Bashou, Vicious, etc.), first announcing in an utter panic that he woke up a woman and ask if they know if the Professor experimented on him or something, etc.

It'll probably take him a moment to realize, wait, he remembers this body and this hair... that girl who drew on him once?! Did he even have her number?! Did she do this?! He'll want to track down Blizzard and figure this out, maybe she has his body?!