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

Spotty knew something was really off once he woke up. For one fact, he wasn't as tired as he would normally be waking up. As he got up, he noticed he wasn't neither an abomination or a guy anymore.

"Aah!" Spotty sat up, hoping that it was just a dream. But it wasn't, he was a human, or so he had thought. He studied his new body,  and found that one of his arms was replaced with a  robotic counterpart. After further investigation, the arm suddenly shifted into a gun. Spotty jumped in panic for a moment, then began chuckling to him (or her)self.

"Perfect. Even better then what I was supposed to be! The humans won't know what hit them." He whispered. Spotty managed to change the gun back into a robotic arm, before getting up unsteadily, not used to standing straight up on two legs. He wandered off towards the nearest town, a smile slowly spreading on his face.

It was overwhelming, these changes. Where could he start? He was smaller, significantly so; he was slimy; he wasn't human.
What was he? He looked at his body, his hind legs, his missing front legs, his unique tails. What was he?
He pursed his lips. A curse? Or a side effect of elixir? Whatever the case, it was fine. That was all fine. There was only one thing he truly cared about.
He felt his lips twitch. Good, he could feel himself smiling. That was good. He turned to face the dim lights from a distance, signifying that there was a city nearby. First thing he'd do would be to get a paper bag, then he'd help people smile in this new body of his.
And as he waddled his way, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling of animosity the more he thought about the people in the city. No, not the people. Humans. Just that word alone made him feel disgruntled. This urge to make them happy, there was something far sinister to it, and he didn't plan to deny it.

An ache in his head woke Ethan from his slumbers. He had no idea what had happened. An overwhelming sense of panic rose in him, noticing the darkness did not come from the room, but the paper bag pushed roughly on his head. Taking it over, the panic continued to rise as he realised his hands were covered in blood. He crouched to the floor with his head- which felt different, rougher and less cared for- in his hands.

"what is wrong with me" he mumbled.

He woke up startled, feeling a bit odd than usual. Kohaku hurriedly made his way to the bathroom, wanting to make sure everything was normal-only to be greeted by the exact opposite state. He was shocked at first, seeing that there was a foreigner looking back at him from the mirror. He moved his hand towards his eyes, mesmerized by the unique combination of colors. Not forgetting to mention, he had a bushy tail that was replaced with the katana that he would always carry around with him. Although the whole situation was very odd and somewhat creepy, he somewhat liked it; he was pretty adorable looking after all.

Rico still felt groggy and confused as she awoke, and she wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but something caught her eye just enough to startle her wide awake. A hoodie? Bright orange and black pants? Googles? Rico, being quite the meticulous person when it comes to her wardrobe knew something was very, very wrong. Bolting to the mirror she took a look at "herself" and screamed at what she saw. She was now slightly taller, her grey skin and colorful hair replaced with short spiky hair and peach skin, and her wings no where to be found. Rico could do nothing but stand frozen in shock and scream until her voice was hoarse, not sure what else she could do.

Lyric awakes from a deep slumber feeling warmer than usual... much warmer!
He finds himself not outdoors hidden under a bridge or doorway but instead in a plush bed with comfy blankets and plushies all around him.
Was luck finally on his side? Had somebody taken him in out of the cold?
He sits up and looks around for his companion "Beat" but is unable to see him anywhere, which was unusual for the little chimera. Beat always slept by his side.
"Beat?" as he calls his pet's name he realised that his usually deepish voice sounded very different.
He cleared his throat putting before speaking again "was that me?",  Finally upon realising his voice really had changed he gasps putting his hand to his mouth, and realises as he does so that his skin tone had changed. And not only that but his claws were absent, and his fingers... what had happened to his fingers?! These weren't his roughed up guitar strumming hands, these were soft feminine hands!
"BEAT?!!!" he calls again getting progressively more worried and jumps out of bed. He really needed that little chimera right now to help calm his nerves.
He finds a mirror on the wall and looks at himself, his entire appearance was different.
Was he dreaming? Had he been drugged? He didn't know what was going on.
One thing was certain though, and that's that he was terrified!
Who even was he? Where was his friend and would he ever see him again? How long would this last for?
He sat on the floor pulling at his hair wanting to wake up and be in his own body again.
"This isn't real! Send me back to my friend I want to wake up now!"

Jubil is, to put it very simply, very, very bewildered. It's not every day that you end up in another form, really.

Especially a form belonging to that of a fairy with a strange thirst for blood.

"W-what happened...?" he finally asks, blinking in surprise and utter confusion, holding his hands out... and then freezing once he notices how different they look now, his signature claws gone, and his skin darker than usual—

A scream pierces through the air, most likely startling several animals and people. To be fair, a supernatural zoologist is ill-prepared for a Freaky Friday scenario. The only question is how his own original body is doing...

Something felt.... off.  Something felt wrong.  Very wrong.  Vee took a look at her arms, and shrieked.

"The hell is this...!"  She tries to hiss, but alas, she didn't have her lizard tongue!  She stands- Are these... wings?!  She takes a moment to gawk at the sight, and then.... it hits her....
She was so tall!  This was amazing!  Outstanding!  A devilish grin broke out across her lips.  Sure, she was a man, and looked like a sissy- so what?!  Certainly like this, she'd be able to do more damage than she's ever been able to do!
Too bad for that poor sucker who had HER body!!

"Why am I so....short?" Ryuunosuke peered down towards his hands and feet and stood still in deep confusion. Soon after, he began to feel his head and found what appeared to be some sort of horns; he also noticed that he was female and most definitely not human. He fell backwards in uttermost despair and closed his eyes shut in order to go back to sleep, in hopes of waking back up in his body.

"Would it be alright for me to keep this body?" was his first thought upon the initial shock of discovering he had become a stranger to himself. His body was longer, so much longer than he had gotten used to, and there was a certain physical strength to it Cyrus has never experienced before; a feeling of power his own body couldn't physically have achieved. In that moment he felt like he could do anything; achieve feats he couldn't have even as a grown up, as if he had been something far beyond humans altogether. What was even better was that there was nothing wrong with his legs anymore: they worked exactly like they had before his accident, and there was not a single sting of pain in them. 

Looking at himself from the mirror, the unfamiliar, framed face of an adult man and a short blond hair different from his own, he couldn't help but chuckle a little. Not only was he an adult now, but he was strong and not half bad in looks either! 

"I kind of hope the owner of this body is not coming to get it back..." Cyrus then mused while still standing in front of the mirror. "I feel better than I have for a while, even if I do miss my own face a little bit."  

"I can't believe it!" Kimiko stared into the mirror in wide eyed amazement at... herself? No, the last she had checked, she wasn't a boy, for one. Although admittedly, she had to do a 'check' first before she could be sure, thanks to the femininity of her new facial features. Her hands flew to her face and she squeezed at the unfamiliar cheeks. At the very least, they were still as soft as ever, just in a different way. Everything else too, just felt so off... but for some reason she found she couldn't be too upset about the whole thing. 

"I can't believe... i've turned into such a cute boy!" 

Even with this new body, she spent much longer than necessary primping herself in front of the mirror, admiring her new slim physique and softest, fluffiest hair she had probably ever seen! As far as she knew it, she had all the time in the world and spending time just feeling up that addictively soft mane was a good way to kill that time in her book. 

After a while though, she couldn't help but feel... tired? She had never been the most physically fit person in the world, but... she felt so exhausted and weak. Not to mention, she had noticed the injuries present on her left knee, which didn't hurt but definitely felt achy. Rather than worry about her own situation, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for whoever normally owned this body. What sort of things had they been through...? 

Jamie had never been particularly attached to her body, so it took her longer than it probably should have to realize that something was different.



Pink, she thought, walking past the mirror.

Pink, she thought again, pouring almond milk into her lucky charms. Her hand was a little darker than usual, and rounder too. The lucky charms tasted the same as they always did. She twirled her pink hair around one of her new fingers, admiring the way it glimmered in the sun.

Wait.

She sat straight up, then shoved her chair back and ran back to the mirror. The new body responded much more easily than her old one did. No sudden vertigo from standing so quickly. She could hear her own footsteps, even though she hadn’t yet attached her sound processor. 


Her eyes — her grey eyes — went wide.

She had lost nearly a foot of height, and gained a far amount of weight. That was nice -- she pressed two fingers to one of her new arms, pleased to find softness there instead of the hollowness that she was used to. She was … she was really beautiful. Everything about this body was beautiful.

But the best part, the absolute best part, was the hair. It was about the same length as her own, but it was thick and bubblegum pink. She ran her fingers through it, testing its weight. It was —



“Princess hair,” she whispered, delighted. She wasn’t sure what had happened, exactly, but she could only hope that nothing would take it away.

Matthew noticed immediately something was wrong when he woke up. You tend to notice when your head gets a lot lighter. 

"Whoa..." He sat up, looking at himself and noticing that he (or she) wasn't even a guy anymore. He took a look in the mirror, and was taken aback by his appearance.

With that, he recognized that he was very hard on hearing, with a small implant on his ear being the only way to hear anything. He stood up, relishing in the fact he had both legs and eyes. "This is weird." He sighed to himself, trying to now figure out how to return to his own body.

Nicolai woke up slowly. Some tremendous blow had knocked him out of consciousness. His eyelids slowly lifted. When he lifted his left hand, he noticed that it was different. He saw skin where metal should be. Where a protease should replace his lost arm. His left hand was now flesh and blood. He sat up and turned his head to the right. It was dark outside, so that his face could be reflected in the glass of the window. His head was half robotic. He touched his face, the big red eye was glowing. He looked way younger than he was and he was shorter too. 

"What happend...", he said with a soft and quiet voice. He felt his head and was surprised about his new look. The hair was short and tidy. Not bristly and unruly like his own. "That's so weird," he mumbled. "I do not feel like myself, it's like I'm in another body, it's not possible with medical knowledge.  But, when I'm here, where is my body ..."