Before Caleb could open his eyes he felt off, his body felt different, heavier. Then he noticed the touch of the bed and then the smell of the room. It was all different. Caleb sat up quickly and forced his eyes open, looking around the room with an uneasy feeling in his gut. This was not his room, not at all. It lacked the plain white walls, his old desk, the pictures of him and Xavier. Panic set in, feeling his breath quicken and the anxiety fill his head.
What the f-fuck is going on...
Caleb started to swing his legs off his - the - bed, feeling the weight difference in this body. He glanced around the room for a mirror or something he could see his reflection in, but came up short. He groaned, the noise lower than it normally would have been. Caleb sighed and looked down, trying to see 'his' body the best he could. He could tell who ever naturally own it they took care of themselves, their skin was almost as pale as his, but lacked the tints of blush. He noticed his lack of curve, which mad him sad, the non feminine clothes making him slightly uncomfortable to say the least.
Caleb made a small whine in his throat and searched for clothes, with on though on his mind
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