Feeling Ami rein in her panic helped Scott do the same for his. Panicking or not, he had no idea what to do. He held on to Ami (himself), pretending that the confusing sensations were the complete psychic overlap that the island coffee had triggered a few days ago.
The pretense wasn't working.
/Okay, worst case scenario, we're stuck like this. Could be worse, right?/ Ami laughed nervously with her newly tenor voice. Scott shuddered, making his (Ami's) breasts jiggle, which was kind of hot. His nipples hardened, and were exquisitely sensitive when they brushed against Ami. Scott gasped. (Not. Now!) He wrenched his thought back to the problem at hand.
/*Something* had to trigger this. We just need to figure out what./ He felt Ami's mental nod. /The last time I remember being in my own body -- and I can't believe I just said that in all seriousness -- was during our last round of sex. I think I passed out. Did you?/
/Yes, finally, thank god!/
/What?/ Scott thought, dismayed. /I thought you were enjoying it./
Ami chuckled, which ironically was less disturbing. /Oh, I was. It's just-- can we discuss this later?/
/Yeah, sure./ Scott wracked his brain to remember what they'd been talking about. His now-long hair fell in his face. He pushed it back, irritated. (Right. Body-switching, for fuck's sake.) /So the switch occurred during orgasm or when were were sleeping afterwards. We've had other weird things happen during sex --" he giggled "-- so it was probably the orgasm."
He and Ami reached the same conclusion simultaneously. /We should shag again?/ Ami thought.
Scott surprised himself by smiling impishly. /Couldn't hurt./ Sobering, he continued, /If that last orgasm triggered this, then maybe another one will switch us back./
/So we're going to switch bodies every time we shag?!/
/Um... I don't know./ He pressed himself against Ami (him), delighted and slightly weirded out by the physical reactions it prompted. /Only one way to find out./
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[Scott] A plan (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-04-28 11:33 am (UTC)The pretense wasn't working.
/Okay, worst case scenario, we're stuck like this. Could be worse, right?/ Ami laughed nervously with her newly tenor voice. Scott shuddered, making his (Ami's) breasts jiggle, which was kind of hot. His nipples hardened, and were exquisitely sensitive when they brushed against Ami. Scott gasped. (Not. Now!) He wrenched his thought back to the problem at hand.
/*Something* had to trigger this. We just need to figure out what./ He felt Ami's mental nod. /The last time I remember being in my own body -- and I can't believe I just said that in all seriousness -- was during our last round of sex. I think I passed out. Did you?/
/Yes, finally, thank god!/
/What?/ Scott thought, dismayed. /I thought you were enjoying it./
Ami chuckled, which ironically was less disturbing. /Oh, I was. It's just-- can we discuss this later?/
/Yeah, sure./ Scott wracked his brain to remember what they'd been talking about. His now-long hair fell in his face. He pushed it back, irritated. (Right. Body-switching, for fuck's sake.) /So the switch occurred during orgasm or when were were sleeping afterwards. We've had other weird things happen during sex --" he giggled "-- so it was probably the orgasm."
He and Ami reached the same conclusion simultaneously. /We should shag again?/ Ami thought.
Scott surprised himself by smiling impishly. /Couldn't hurt./ Sobering, he continued, /If that last orgasm triggered this, then maybe another one will switch us back./
/So we're going to switch bodies every time we shag?!/
/Um... I don't know./ He pressed himself against Ami (him), delighted and slightly weirded out by the physical reactions it prompted. /Only one way to find out./