Switcheroo? Not With YOU!

[Professor Lily]

Okay, so I came up with a little prompt the other day and I thought I would share it with you guys.
Pick a female CtB character and a male CtB character and have them switch bodies. The only way to reverse this spell is with a kiss.
I then decided to write on said prompt. I hope you're at least mildly entertained by my efforts.

Camila Reyes groaned as sunlight assaulted her face. Her eyes were closed, but she knew her bed was by the window and the warmth she felt on her fair cheeks could only come from the light of the sun. She hated mornings like these; getting dragged out of bed by the sun at some ungodly hour, only to be forced into an ill-fitting uniform and shoved into a classroom full of her annoying peers. She sat up slowly and ran a hand through her bangs, not even noticing they seemed shorter and more bristle-like than normal. She stretched her arms above her head, letting out a loud yawn before glancing at the other person in the room. She murmured a quiet “Good morning, Carter,” before finally moving to get up. She froze for a moment before something finally registered; the other person was not Carter. Her head snapped up to glance at the other person, who she eventually remembered was Sergei. She jumped up from the bed, her eyes widening as she let out a yelp. At the same instant her feet touched the floor, she felt extreme pain and looked down to see orange flames dancing across dark skin. She looked around frantically for water of some sort before realizing she had to go down the hall to get some. So, she did the “stop, drop, and roll” like she was taught as a child and stood up, breathing in and out. She had noticed a strange pressure in the groin area when she had been rolling, so she examined the floor to make sure that she had not rolled over anything. She then stood up and looked around before looking confused and exasperated.

“W-what the hell? S-Sergei, what are you-? Aye Dios Mio! What happened last night?” she fretted, panic rising in her chest as she felt itching on her hands and palms again.

Camila noticed that her voice had sounded deeper than normal. Her eyes widened and she glanced down at herself for the first time that morning. She was wearing all of her clothes (thankfully), but she certainly was not a she; or, at least, biologically speaking. She muttered to herself trying to figure out who the baritone voice belonged to. It was so familiar, like she had heard it a lot before. It sounded like…

“Stephen?” Sergei asked, narrowing his eyes, “Are you okay?”

“I gotta get out of here!” Camila squeaked, noting that Stephen’s voice did not go as high as her own.

She tried to breathe in and out slowly and frantically changed into the male uniform. Stephen’s side of the room was a complete mess, and she was struggling to find a belt. She grabbed the first one she saw, put it oo, grabbed his schoolbag, and darted out the door. She jogged down the hallway and out of the boy’s dorms to head to the classrooms, where she hoped to find whoever was inhabiting her body.

***

Stephen Paulinski groaned when he heard the alarm clock go off. Did he have to get up, yet? Why couldn’t he have classes later on in the day? He reached out an arm and smacked the alarm clock half-heartedly to stop the incessant beeping. Instead of the usual ‘thud’ or ‘smash’, there was silence. That in itself was off, so he sat up to inspect the clock. Oh, it just isn’t on the edge, he thought, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. His head hurt a little, and he was not sure why. He shrugged it off; sometimes, he just had headaches. There was no rhyme or reason; he just had them. He let out a loud sigh and pushing himself up from the bed, feeling slightly unbalanced. He thought it was odd, but maybe it was the fact that he was getting up early. He noticed Carter asleep in the bed across from his and was about to say hello when his train of thought came to a grinding halt. Sergei was his roommate, not Carter. His panic level began to rise and he expected his palms to itch or burst out in flame, but they did not. He knew that something was really wrong.

“W-what the hell is going on?!” he sputtered in a squeaky voice, looking around before glancing at a mirror nearby.

His eyes widened when he saw a figure that did not resemble his own. At all. He stepped forward to take a closer look. Frizzy brown hair, big, sapphire eyes, a short and curvy form, and a rather large bust size gave him all of the clues he needed to realize the predicament that he was in. He scampered over to the closet, found the uniform and ran down the hall to lock himself in a bathroom stall and change. He did not want to be a peeping tom, but he did not really have a choice, unless he wanted to go to class in pajamas. He did not change her undergarments, however, because he did not want to embarrass her by seeing her naked. He threw the uniform on, noting how hard it was to button the shirt over Camila’s chest before darting out of the bathroom. He threw her pajamas somewhere in the room, grabbed her messenger bag, and darted down the stairs. He saw someone coming his direction and skidded to a stop, blinking. The person did not say a word, but shoved a small piece of paper into her hands and walked away. His confusion caused her body to quirk an eyebrow, but he made her hand open the paper and her eyes read it. This spell can be reversed by a kiss[/i].
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Stephen demanded to no one in particular before huffing and storming onward to look for whoever was occupying his body.

***

After class was over, Camila was able to corner whoever was occupying her body outside of a science lab. After a series of questions, she was relieved to discover that Stephen was in her body. She looked at her body, thankful that he was able to dress her, at least. She heard him let out a sigh and reach for her (his?) pants, to which she responded by jumping back. She felt severe pain and looked down to see bright yellow flames encircling Stephen’s skin. She let out a yelp and staggered backward, cursing under her breath as she tried to find something to dunk her (or his) burning arms in. Much to her dismay, her hands lit up with orange flame as she yelped in a voice she was not quite used to.

“Stephen, help me!” she cried, frantically looking around for water.

“Alright, alright!” he replied, waving his (er, her) hands in front of her body before pulling his body into the science lab by the collar.

“You know how bad that looked, right?” Camila asked dryly before she forced his arms under cold, running water.

“Ow! Ow! S---, that hurts!” she hissed as the water put out the flames on his arms and left him with charred skin, “What the hell were you trying to do?!”

“You’re wearing a cargo shorts belt with dress pants!” he huffed, “I’m sorry, but it looks stupid!”

“So tell me next time!” she spat, a blush spreading across his face.

Camila waved for Stephen to come closer. She knew that, if his body was able to use his powers, even with her inside, she figured that he would be able to do the same. She helped him guide her spread out hands to his arms.

“Okay, so just concentrate and project outward,” she muttered, as he closed her eyes.

She felt a sharp sting and yelped, “Wrong aura! Wrong aura! Ow! S---! Ow!”

He retracted her hands, looking panicked, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Camila sighed, “It’s okay. Just think of flowing water.”

Stephen looked incredulous for a moment, “How does that help?”

“Just do it!” she barked, feeling an itching sensation.

He did not say anything, but did what he was told. A soft green glow bathed over his skin, healing some of it. He started to feel dizzy, so he retracted her hands and stumbled a little, catching himself on the sink. He heard her let out a small gasp of surprise and he nearly chuckled. He supposed she was not used to the superficial healing. They looked at each other for a moment before she placed his hands on his hips.

“Stop that!” he hissed quietly, “Guys don’t do that!”

“How do you propose we fix this?” she growled lowly, “I don’t want to be you! Also, your powers hurt. A lot.”

“Now you know what I go through,” he muttered before looking up, “E-eh?”

They stared at each other in silence before Stephen spoke up, “Y-you know, I got a note this morning that told me how to fix this. This will be easy, just close your eyes…”

She saw her own body leaning toward his, their lips merely inches apart. He yelped again, his palms lighting up with orange flame again. She dunked his hands under the water, huffing as she shook them dry. First, he made a move for his own waist, then he tried to kiss himself. What the hell was going on?! She noticed that the expression on her own face was irritated and frustrated.

“What was that for?! I’m trying to fix this and you’re not helping,” he huffed, tapping her foot a little.

“You just tried to shove my tongue down your throat!” she hissed, looking around, “What are you trying to do anyway?”

“The only way to reverse it is a kiss!” he insisted, “Now, come here so I can…”

In a few seconds, their lips were barely inches apart. She stepped back, keeping her breathing even before darting away, yelling something like, ‘you have to catch me first’. He sighed, chasing after her and noting how heavy the objects attached to her chest were. He had to stop several times to breathe. Running is really hard when you’re top-heavy, he mused, looking into one of the other science labs. He did not know that she was hiding in the closet, but, frankly, he was tired of looking for her. He smiled coyly before calling out in an oddly cute and sexual voice.

“Well, I’m tired of looking for you. Maybe I should go. I want to familiarize myself with the female anatomy~”

She poked his torso out of the closet, glaring at herself before darting out, grabbing her body by the collar and pulling it and Stephen into the closet with her. She heard him let out out a surprised “Oof” before their eyes met. An eyebrow was quirked and they stared at each other for a few more beats before one spoke.

“Do you know how bad that looked?” he asked.

“Whatever,” she huffed, “J-just do it already!”

“You’re the guy here,” he replied, “You do it.”

“I-I’m tired of old stereotypes!” she stuttered, his face flushing, “J-Just do it already!”

“Are you scared to kiss me?” Stephen asked, trying to hold back laughter.

Camila felt the embarrassment she was already feeling double. Here she was, in a closet with her crush and an opportunity to kiss him. She did not have the will, though, because a scene flashed before his eyes. A kiss. Then, blood. She was too terrified to do it. She could not lose someone else; she just could not. She felt his hands burn again and held them up for him to see.

“D-does this answer your question?” she demanded, biting his lip and looking away.

“Stop it! Guys don’t do that either!” he hissed, “But, if you insist…”

In an instant, their lips were locked and she felt the fire extinguish. A larger arm wrapped around a smaller frame to bring it closer. For a brief moment, both felt dizzy and their heads bonked together as they switched back. Camila slowly opened one eye and saw that her perspective was shorter. Without thinking, she kissed Stephen again before breaking away to look at him.

“W-well, that was something, h-huh?” Stephen asked, the blush still raging across his cheeks.

“T-that escalated quickly,” Camila muttered to herself before stuttering, “E-eh? Y-yeah, it was.”

They stayed silent for some time before Camila looked up at Stephen, a blush covering her face, “S-so…”

“Hm?” he looked at her with mild curiosity.

“Erm there’s a… I’m going to… Um… I was gonna go to the mall later today. T-there’s a comic book and manga store there. D-Didyouwannacomewithme?” she blurted, her ears flushing red as well.

She saw him blink; clearly he was taken aback by her request. She prepared herself for him to say ‘no’, but she was surprised to hear his response.

“S-sure, I’d love to go,” he stammered, looking confused and mildly excited.

“I-I mean, it doesn’t have to be like a date or anything!” she sputtered, looking nervous, “I-it could just be a friends thing. I-if you want!”

He chuckled a little, scratching the back of his neck, “S-so when is this not-date?”

“U-um, Ollie said the ferry leaves at five,” she stuttered, “S-see you then?”

Stephen nodded, “Y-yeah, see you then.”

Camila went to turn the handle of the doorknob, but, as she reached out, the knob seemed to turn on its own. They both yelped and tumbled forward, Stephen landing on top of Camila and both of them looking up at a flabbergasted person.

“Don’t worry, you kissing me and me coming out of the closet are not related,” Camila squeaked, wriggling out from under him before scurrying away.

Stephen laid on his stomach for a moment, watching Camila go. He let out a quiet, happy sigh before the other person cleared his or her throat. He looked irritated before standing up and heading back to his dorm to change. This belt does not go with these pants…