You Wake Up In The Above OC's Body! [IC Reaction]

Posted 7 years, 4 months ago (Edited 5 years, 7 months ago) by bulgariansumo

A game whre your OC reacts to suddenly having the above OC's body. Example

Chara A: *is a butterfly*

Chara B: *is originally a human, but now has Chara A's body* "Neat, I have wings! I'm going to fly away now!

Chara C: *is a wizard, but now has Chara B's original body* "What is this odd creature? And why can't they do magic??"

I will start off by sacrificing my son Leon.

Rule 1: I'm starting to see the same people replying back and forth, so please wait at least two posts after your own to post again. Have fun, everybody!

Rule 2: Each post has to be at least 3 completely filled lines of text, or the equivalent of that!

Rule 3: Don't be rude about the appearance of the previous character, even if your character is the vain sort.

Rule 4: This is a public thread, so keep it PG-13. Please keep sex/excessive violence/etc. down to a minimum. Rule of thumb, if the previous character does not have any mentions of that in their bio, don't inflict it upon them. If you must include that content, censor it like so.

You can reply regardless of rule 1 if it has been 24 hours since the last post.

 Aiden Snowdrop

Aiden groaned as he shifted in his bed the early morning light filtered into his room and acted as a most stubborn alarm clock. As he laid on his side, the first thing he noticed was that he couldn't sense his sister any more which threw up alarm bells in his head. Did something happened to Aria? Surely the other guard would've woke him regardless if they liked him or not if something had. No, no. Something's way off and it was more pronounced than that. He felt...magic coarsing through him, which definitely strange as he had no magic of his own, and something else. Something that made his chest heavier. Perhaps his sister's fat cat got in and crawled on his chest to sleep knowing full well he didn't like the spoiled hairy beast, no that couldn't be it, he wasn't sleeping on his back. He was on his side which made it more odd and set off a few more alarm bells.

Slowly he sat up and pushed off the blankets. His normal navy blue and silver star patterned jammies were replaced by a frilly white night gown, but that wasn't what started his heart to beat faster in mild fear. It was the pair of lovely bosoms and the feminine figure. Not that the slenderness was a big change for his normal already deceivingly slender yet well toned body, but there was a more curves to it that cause him to bolt from his bed, stumbling as his new body seemed to fight against him, and look into his full length mirror that his sister insisted on having his room.

A beautiful young lady and her wide light blue eyes stared at back at Aiden as her long blue hair, ruffled from his tossing and turning in the night, fell around him. "What..the...hell?! That isn't me!" He said to his new reflection. "Aria's going to have a field day..." He added, muttering to himself as his hands felt his new face, not daring to go any further out of respect for this maiden.

"Aiden! A-are you okaaaaay..." Aria said bursting into his room and stopping dead in her tracks as Aiden looked unnaturally calm at his twin sister. "Is that you?" She managed to say after a few heart beats of stunned silence. Aiden nodded his eyes started to reflect the inward panic he was feeling which she picked up and rushed to his side. "What happened, Aiden?" She asked hugging the taller girl.

"I..haven't a clue. I went to bed like usual and...this... happened. We have to find a way to right this...I feel so weird. Is this feeling of magic what you feel?" He said looking at his sister.

"You..have magic with this body? That doesn't matter, close your eyes I'll lend this lady one of my dresses and we'll find a way to get you back to normal. Gods know what they're doing to your body and I won't stand for that." She said as Aiden obeyed her by closing his eyes and giggling when Aria found the girl's ticklish spots and changed him to a cute deep blue and silver accented sundress. Together the siblings proceeded to sneak out of the Ravenshaw manor to seek a person that could warp them to the true owner of this body and return the switched duo back to normal. Which, either way, Aiden would definitely write down this new found knowledge of a woman's point of view for later reference. Pity he couldn't test a few things out, but with his sister in such a huff about him being in a woman's body he wasn't given any other option other than letting her drag him to this person she seemed to know very well. He couldn't help but to wonder what other things she hadn't told him about yet.

Lorna Smit FellowPigeon

I took the prompt to mean that they woke up in the location of the other person as well and didn't realise that it wasn't stated until I was already part way through writing but oh well...

The first thing that Lorna noticed was how quiet it was. By now she was so used to the constant sound of people, that filtered through the floor of the small inn, that the silence was distracting. However, it wasn't until she blinked open her eyes that she realised something was unquestionably wrong.

For starters, she was definitely not in the inn anymore. The old wooden cot that she had fallen asleep in was now a large four-poster that looked much newer and the bedside table was covered stacks of books instead of, rather distressingly, her pistols. Her first thought was that she had been kidnapped, although who by she had no clue. Most of her enemies, so to speak, were members of other gangs, but the room looked like it belonged to a noble's manor more than one of the downtown gambling dens, that most of the gangs worked out of. 

"What the hell' she muttered, stepping out of bed. She was dressed in formal looking nightwear, and more strangely, appeared to no longer be in her own body. Stumbling slightly, and feeling sick to her stomach Lorna rushed over the mirror sitting in the corner of the room. And sure enough, staring back at her was a slim man with tan skin and long red hair that had been tied back. 

"What the hell!' she repeated, her stomach feeling as though it was trying to digest itself. Starting to truly panic for the first time in months Lorna raked her brain for any kind of magic that she knew that could cause something this, but nothing was coming to mind. "I fucking hate magic" she groaned, starting to regret not bothering to learn more about powerful spells. Her mind spiralled back to the inn. Is somebody else in her body or had it just looked as though she had disappeared? Neither option sounded good. And Ven... Lorna pushed the thought out of her head. She needed to find someone who could figure out what the hell was going on as soon as she could. Putting the plan into motion, Lorna grabbed a set of clothes at random and changed quickly and gave the room a final glance before pushing open the wooden door and slipping off down the hall. 


(This is the first time I've written in character for a while so it might be a bit rough)


Chris Jensen truelexblue

Chris reluctantly got up, groggier than usual. "That's a record," he mumbled as he rose from the bed. As he woke up, he noticed that the bed he was lying on did not feel like his own. It was rigid; it creaked as he pressed on it. Looking around, he found that he wasn't in his bedroom either. After frantically looking around, he looked down, expecting to see his own body, but he saw the body of a woman in an old nightgown instead. With his panic growing worse, he turned around to see himself in the mirror. He obviously wasn't himself anymore, seeing his brown eyes and dark hair.

He tried not to cry, but he did.


((man, this sucks lmao))

Thane RobotOcelot

Within the darkness of his lids, he takes in a deep breath. It’s a confusing sensation, one that he immediately seeks to analyze before there is a burning sensation in his chest telling him to exhale. He obeys, feeling hair brush past his lips.

...Lips?

His hand reaches up blindly to touch his face, only to find that he has soft warm skin instead of smooth metal. Another shock of confusion jolts through his mind as this new information comes to him. It takes effort for him to open his eyes, but he manages to do so, accomplishing a half-lidded gaze. His eyes feel too tired to open any wider, and he stares across a desk, his soft cheek resting atop the pages of an open book. It appeared he had fallen asleep reading, but the surroundings lack any sort of familiarity. Even the symbols upon the page looked somewhat foreign.

Thoughts are slow to arrive to him, he feels groggy, and his muddled brain is still trying to sort out the excess of sensory input that seems to be coming from everywhere. The new surroundings, the tactile sensation of paper serving as his pillow, the smell of cold coffee, his tongue running across the wet almost stale cavern that was the inside of his mouth... All of it added up into something in the form of a very steadily rising panic.

"I'm-.." his voice cut out as he coughs, immediately surprised by the sound of the voice that definitely wasn't his. Finally sitting up, his hand reached for his throat, feeling the soft tissue and even the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Panic increased, his chest beginning to heave in strange uneven breaths. He stumbles to stand, and then shambles towards the nearest mirror he could find, the blackened monitor of a laptop. A rather disheveled and bewildered man in a tie stared back at him. His hands reach for his own face, and the stranger in screen does the same. Whatever was going on, he was definitely not the porcelain white robot he had been before. A thousand thoughts now race through is organic human brain as he attempts to figure out what to do next.

 011 Varyag Ledokol

This is a bit too long that it is supposed to. o]---[



          'Well, well...I shut my system down for once after a week to initiate 'sleep' and look at what happens now.'

          A thought ran though Varyag's internal processing system as he took in all information he could gather through his visual data gathering method. He's an android himself yet this strange change that occurred while he 'slept' still scared him to some degree when he first regained consciousness and saw how bare his hands were now. The joints were entirely exposed; from fingers, wrists, elbows to shoulders! While knowing fully well such metallic structure made the 'core' of his humanoid body, yet when Varyag was permanently 'awoken' to enter the final phase of his construction, by then there was already artificial 'skin' covering his entire frame.

          But now for an unknown reason, that skin was gone. And as he had never seen his own 'robotic skeleton' beneath it before, currently he was in a deep doubt about this body. Is it his, just minus the artificial skin, or is it someone else's altogether? The height seemed to be about right to his usual 181 centimeters, or maybe there was a difference there but it was not in a large enough margin to notice right away. He began to speak something to see if there was any suspicion regarding the change in voice. It sounded very much like his own voice but for some reason he felt the pitch was slightly off? He rambled something longer, to eventually come to a conclusion that the voice seemed smoother than his often hoarse guttural bark that always succeeded in frightening any new people he just met.

          Eventually the deal breaker was the eyes. Although according to his logic it was possible for his skin to be stripped off for whatever reason, he couldn't come up with a satisfying reasoning of why they, as his suspected it to be the engineers working for the navy, found a need to alternate the color of lenses for his pupils, if this change was indeed their doing. The eyes that were now staring back from his reflection were in yellow-gold color with black 'white' area, while his original 'eyes' were blue-gray with little to no different from the actual color existed in ordinary humans.

          Well, he could care less about how the change might spook his subordinates; at least they couldn't make fun of his hair and the cursed red kosovorotka shirt  anymore. He exhaled, producing the motion with air which he recalled was what humans called as 'sighing', only to be startled by a shot of steam that emerged from his supposed 'cheeks'. Okay, now it was really getting interesting...what kind of fuel this body needed in order to run? Normally he consumed oil but that should produce smoke, not steam.

          "While I do not mind the change in appearance, actually I thought it will be good to look more robotic than my original self, the engine and other internal systems are most likely to be quite different from mine. I don't know whom this body belong to, but from the look of it, this is a rather sophisticate creation. If this body is stuck with me for too long, even though I don't intend to, I'm sure I'm going to ruin it one way or others from my lack of understanding how this body operates."

          But...how would he ever discover the person, or is it not a person but some kind an organization, that he was supposed to return this artificial body to? He could use it for ordinary office days that he mostly oversaw paperwork concerning his fleet. However, every once in a while there would be a need to embark a naval exercise...he was actually afraid the weight of his armament, especially the sixteen P-500 anti-ship missiles, might break this body before he got to return it to the rightful owner.

 Oliv Velasquez BlankStorefront

Do you ever just, wake up and feel totally inorganic? No? Well, shit!
Oliv jolts up and vaguely wonders how, or even if they're still sentient. Somehow, they still feel like they are... but they do not feel human at all, despite looking it. The fact that they also seem to look like a completely different person is pretty low on the list of concerns now, actually. Like, seriously, why are they suddenly a robot? They question it quietly then VOICE! THIS VOICE! Is very far from theirs. They don't even know why they're surprised at this point, but this voice was really unexpected for... this guy.
Whatever all this is and whatever it means, Oliv doesn't like it. It's terrifying, not feeling alive. They've yet to even process the fact that they're in a military base.

This will be quite a day!

Gumdrop

"Eeugh.. A horridly sunny day! I've had enough of them!" Junko proclaims even grumpier than she usually is. Her senses slowly come back and the fuzz in her mind clears away before she notices she's in unfamiliar territory. At first, she doesn't panic, "Oh please, kidnapping a girl in her sleep? How low do you have to stoop to do something like that?" Her pride shows strongly, thinking she can just break out. However.. It doesn't look like a prison. At least, not from the ones she's seen before. 

Noticing no one coming to give her a welcome, she angrily stomps outside of the room. Her weight seems to be heavier as the ground is making so much noise, but she ignores that detail. Walking around the mysterious home, she believes it may just be some type of joke her sisters pulled on her. Of course, what else could it possibly be? Believing she has figured out their plan, she darts through every room in the house looking for them.

Not even a minute later she is panting and out of breath. "What the hell is this.. Am I tired?!" Confusion now enters her brain wondering how she could get tired so fast when she had climbed all over buildings before without hitching her breath. She reaches up to wipe away a bead of sweat and notices her hand.. "That's not what my hand looks like.." Staring blankly, she walks to a nearby glass with little reflection, but enough to see. 

"That's not me." A dark expression goes on her face before.. "Why am I so FAT?! Even if I had awoken in my sister Kaguya's beautiful body, that would've been better than THIS! WHY IS MY NOSE SO BIG AND POINTY?!-" Junko seems to go on and on for hours yelling at herself for looking that way.

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Cameron West PicklePantry

Cameron blinked as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Or should he say she? He woke up normally, had a relatively nice sleep, a good dream he couldn't remember, and he went to the bathroom to do his business to find a surprise. When he looked in the mirror, he saw not his own reflection, but that of a young woman. She was pretty, and thin. When Cameron moved, so did she. Every expression, every nudge, every breath. There was no mistaking it, he was this woman. Rubbing the back of his neck, the cop sighed through his nose and gazed to the doorway. He could talk to his dad and figure this out. Might need to buy candy to avoid accidentally getting maimed. Speaking of- He looked at his lithe hand - his regeneration wasn't here anymore, was it? Was this some kind of curse? Maybe a nightmare? Well, whatever the case, he'd think about it after breakfast.

As he headed to the kitchen, he couldn't help but notice a sour taste in his mouth. It was metallic, like copper. Like... Like human flesh, or something.

Yuri✦ pajuxi

When Alyosha awoke it was daytime, which was already abnormal. Coming into his senses a bit more as he groggily pulled himself up out of bed to stand up to close whatever blinds were letting light in, something was definitely off. "Whoa shit-" Alyosha blurted as he practically got vertigo from standing up, he was definitely not usually this high up off the ground, what the fuck was going on?? Moving with more urgency and less coordination than usual, Alyosha wobbled his way to a mirror only to find someone else's face staring at him. "what the hell..." Alyosha groped at the face- his face?? pulling at the stronger jawline- well....at least he was still attractive. 

As Alyosha inspected himself the thing that most surprised him was despite this not being his body, he still felt a sort of craving for blood....

Catherine Emerald Foxe SnowyCheetah

Catherine's alarm goes off, time to get up for work, even if it isn't for several hours, can't get on a bad schedule, now can we? "Ugh... I feel weird... I must be getting sick. I feel like I haven't got any..." she trails off, blinking several times as she examines her hand which she's just seen, "...fur..." she mumbles as she follows it to her arm, and lower body... not a shred of fur to be found anywhere. In a panic she jumps out of bed, bolting into the restroom where she looks into the mirror in horror as she lays eyes upon the "new her." Her heart sinks... what happened? How will she go to work like this? How will anyone believe it's really her?!

 Mistrust boom-boxxy

The young Wizard awoke, feeling somewhat more cold than he usually did. He rubbed his eyes, before opening them quickly after discovering his normal long robe wasn't touching him at all. Instead, his clothes looked more... Casual? It was unlike anything he'd ever seen in his time period.

The former Tiefling stretched out his arms, noticing the light orange fur on his arms rather than the normal drowned out red. He swallowed in confusion and awe, trying to understand why he looked like this. Did someone cast a spell on him in the middle of the night? Who would do that to him?

'I bet it was an elf...' The now fox thought to himself.

(good job me putting an inside joke at the end)

Savannah zidanetribal

..The faint moonlight shone through the curtains around 3AM or so, as Savannah groggily got out of bed, ready to do the same old rubbish.

"..Happy 3AM, Sheldon. S'pose I gotta start working on that Hydra Splatling..?" There was no response. Only the moonlight seemed to be present.

"..Hellooooo? Old man Sheldon?" Savannah called out, as she walked about the room, suddenly encountering a mirror, seemingly by chance. It appears as though she's changed quite a bit..

"Ah-?! What's this?! I've got giant eyes now, apparently.. Not to mention - I'm a hecken witch!" She cried aloud, suddenly realizing its perks; she could finally scare off that really shady Murch guy from Inkopolis, and reclaim her title as the best supplier of gear around.

"Hmm.. Well, it is what it is.. 'Least I ain't with Sheldon."

...And then she woke up. Darn.

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 Damien colorful

It's another new day living underground! Yay, Damien thought. Life's been hectic yet boring for Damien after descending to the grounds of Thalassia. However, something felt different.

His surroundings... they're unfamiliar.

He took a gist of himself by a mirror like how he usually does to prepare himself, only to reveal something he could never believe it would happen!

"I'm a kid and a squid! That's just great." Although he seemed bored and unfazed, he was having a train of mixed feelings. Shall he be happy because he's already outside once more? Or be angry that he didn't wake up with his own body and is instead using a girl's body?

"Goddamn. Now I couldn't preach that dried squid tastes the best." He walked, seeming disppointed of this event.