(Buttercup's P.O.V)

For some reason I seemed to have slept a lot better than usual, I didn't feel as though there were two large, squishy mounds of flesh beneath me, making it almost impossible to lay on my stomach.

I rolled over, stretching my body out as I did so, my bones making a loud clicking sound. Hmm, funny. I felt as though my muscles were more defined than ever, I mean, honestly, I knew that I had been to the gym more often and throwing everything I had into fighting Butch, but I wasn't really expecting this to happen. I looked down, and at that moment, I'm pretty sure that the amount of shock on my face had never been more defined in my entire life.

I ran my hand - well, a large, male hand - over the muscles on my chest and stomach, which I've only just noticed, was completely bare. And I could have sworn that I had worn a t-shirt to bed last night. But that's not the point, that's honestly the last thing on my mind at this very moment. The only thing that I can currently think of is, where the fuck are my tits? I'm not saying that there was much there before hand, but I can promise you that there was a hell of a lot more there than there is now.

I looked up from my oddly muscled and weirdly attractive-to-me chest to look around the room. As my eyes finally lay on one of the walls, I froze. No, hell no. I couldn't say that, just by looking down, I would have been able to tell who's body this was. Which, I clearly wouldn't have been able to. But the colour scheme made it easy for me to depict who's it was.

Black and green. The exactly the same colours that were in my room, except, this wasn't my room, was it? It was the room of the person that I could only describe as being the biggest arsehole that I had ever had the misfortune of meeting.

This wasn't happening, was it? It couldn't be, I must be having some sort of fit or a melt down. Yet again, I'm pretty sure that, even the most uncharacteristic of thoughts that enter my brain wouldn't be 'Hmm, I'd love to be able to see how my counterpart looks half naked. Or, even better, I wonder what it would be like to be him while he's half naked." That just wouldn't happen. Although, it would make a lot more sense than this. Which, brings me back to my original point, WHAT THE FUCK!?

How…. What… Why? I just couldn't comprehend this, why was it happening? It clearly didn't have anything to do with me, I didn't want this, and I'm 100% sure that that weird fuck didn't want it either. Unless he had some strange fetish where in which he'd wanted to see what it would be like to be a woman. But, then again, I'm sure I wouldn't be classed as one of them in his eyes. Not that it bothers me, he can think whatever the fuck he likes. But, all I know is that, if we're stuck in each others bodies for any long period of time, then he's going to be finding out a lot of things about me. And none of them are what he would be expecting of me.

I mean, I'm not some kind of whore. I most definitely do not sleep around, but I'm not exactly seen to be completely unattractive - I have had boyfriends. And, speaking of which, I also have one extremely recent ex boyfriend. One in which, hopefully, Butch won't have the horror of meeting. 'Cause, as much as I hate Butch, he doesn't really deserve to meet the sorry son of a bitch who tried to control me.

Well, that's it, hope you liked this chapter. Hopefully I'll be able to upload chapter 3 within the next few days. You know, that's if I can think of what to say next D:

Please R&R, tell me what you liked, what you didn't, what you thought was complete and utter crap. I don't mind - constructive criticism is sort of welcomed, kind of. :P