Yang’s finger firmly presses the button and a small light on the tip flashed green, an odd feeling washing over Weiss, making her stumble back slightly. Yang aims at Blake, silently lying on her bunk as she ignores the two, and clicks again.
Nothing seems to have happened.
That is until Weiss speaks again. Gone were the posh accent, piercing pitch and annoying tone, now replaced with Blake’s smooth lower voice, one that made Yang smirk slightly as she heard the bossy nature of it, reminding her of a few nights of fun she’d had with the cat on the bed nearby.
“A-Anyway! You shouldn’t play with toys! You and your sister need to both learn to grow up! I like to have faith that she’ll change but you? You’re a lost cause!” Weiss declares as she backs off, Blake’s voice passing through her lips yet she was none-the-wiser than Blake, silently reading her book, yet to speak a word.
“Hey… Blake?” Yang smirked slightly as she across to her lover, her magenta eyes narrowing slightly in anticipation of what was to come next.
“Hmm, yeah?” Blake mumbles, still engrossed in her book, eyes never leaving the page.
“Blaaaaaake!” Yang repeats, this time in a more irritating tone.
“Ugh, Yang… Can’t you wait? Yuri is about to confront Miyamoto…” Blake begins to explain, her voice whiny and higher pitched. This was mostly due to Weiss’ voice but that wasn’t helped by the way Blake was when she was disturbed from her reading.
Yet Yang’s smirk didn’t fade. Instead she slowly raised the remote again, levelling it with Blake’s head and looking over the plethora of buttons available to her. She’d been careful. The remote seemed safe. Now it was her time to play.
She clicked the body button and then spun her arm to aim at Weiss, clicking again and smirking as she watched, in the blink of an eye, the two seemingly swap places. Caught up in the excitement, Yang hit another swap; this time their hair styles, then another; their races.
Finally starting to slow, Yang looks at her newly mixed up friends. Weiss’ body was lying on Blake’s bed, thick hair flowing down her shoulders, bow in place, in the body’s usual snow white colour. A pair of cat ears tricking affectionately as she intently read her book. Yang was starting to doubt if she would even notice all the changes if she was aware of the swaps.
Blake’s body was sitting, an angry pout on her face as she examined the grimm biology textbook, occasionally brushing her black hair’s fringe out of her face. Her body was clad in Weiss’ white and light blue battle-skirt.
With a small nod of approval at her work, Yang finally put down the remote and contemplated what to do next.
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