It takes half a moment to process what's going on because he'd almost been back to sleep when Joel had ripped himself from under him. His cheek hits the mattress and his eyes fly wide open as he sits up in bed looking sufficiently put out. "What's wrong, what happened?" he asks, and he blinks before looking around the room because the voice he's just heard is definitely not his own. It isn't until he looks down at a pair of unfamiliar exposed breasts that it starts to get harder to breathe and then he hears the thoughts flooding from his husband's mind.
Where's Spencer? Who is she, what's she doing in our bed, what did she do to Spencer, where's Spencerspencerspencer--
"Baby, it's me, I swear," Spencer tells him, brow furrowed as he tries to stop himself from hearing what's in Joel's head, and the urgency is more than evident in the significantly higher octave of his voice. His hands are up in the air as if he's surrendering for he's not sure what, but it isn't long before he feel so suddenly self-conscious by his bare chest that he drops his arms to cross over the breasts that both are and most certainly are not his.
It's too strange, all of this, even in comparison to some of the things they've been through over the past few months because at least through those things, Spencer had remained very much himself. He doesn't think it's entirely unfair to be just the slightest bit terrified right now, both by the notion that there may not be a way to reverse whatever's been done to him to make him this way and the way Joel is looking at him right now. It hurts more than it should because of course Joel doesn't recognize him, he's at absolutely no fault for that because he hadn't exactly asked to wake up to an entirely new body next to him in the bed he shares with his husband every night.
But Spencer doesn't know what to do about it, all he can think of right now is how badly he wants Joel to stop glaring at him like he's a stranger who doesn't belong here. It's then that he realizes how he can prove it, there are a couple different ways, in fact, and he breathes a silent sigh of relief to himself for managing to think of them because in his initial panic, Spencer had drawn a complete blank. "My tattoo," he says, pushing himself to his knees, and he's naked like he is many mornings with Joel but it works in his favor in a different way this time.
There, on his left side just at his hip, is the tattoo he'd gotten as a Christmas gift to Joel. It's one thing that's unchanged, one thing that Spencer's grateful for if he has to be grateful for something right now, and he brushes his thumb over it carefully, almost as if he's afraid he'll erase it if he presses any harder against the letters and numbers. He swallows hard, grabbing for their comforter and tucking it under his arms in an effort to cover himself back up, and it feels so strange to act so modestly in front of Joel, but Spencer doesn't know what the right thing to do is in this situation because he's hardly ever had to deal with this before. His husband had been possessed by a demon not two months ago, and Spencer's having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that he's woken up in a woman's body. He's not entirely sure which one ranks higher on the Very Strange scale.
"If that's not enough, just-- Just read me, read my aura, look for our connection. I know it's still there, it has to be." His body has changed but he's still Spencer, and the thread will never break so there's no way that column of energy between them could have disappeared just because his biological makeup has been altered somehow.
Not somehow, he thinks, but because of that same potion that's allowed him to hear thoughts. Spencer's sure of it.
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Date: 2015-01-14 07:44 am (UTC)Where's Spencer? Who is she, what's she doing in our bed, what did she do to Spencer, where's Spencerspencerspencer--
"Baby, it's me, I swear," Spencer tells him, brow furrowed as he tries to stop himself from hearing what's in Joel's head, and the urgency is more than evident in the significantly higher octave of his voice. His hands are up in the air as if he's surrendering for he's not sure what, but it isn't long before he feel so suddenly self-conscious by his bare chest that he drops his arms to cross over the breasts that both are and most certainly are not his.
It's too strange, all of this, even in comparison to some of the things they've been through over the past few months because at least through those things, Spencer had remained very much himself. He doesn't think it's entirely unfair to be just the slightest bit terrified right now, both by the notion that there may not be a way to reverse whatever's been done to him to make him this way and the way Joel is looking at him right now. It hurts more than it should because of course Joel doesn't recognize him, he's at absolutely no fault for that because he hadn't exactly asked to wake up to an entirely new body next to him in the bed he shares with his husband every night.
But Spencer doesn't know what to do about it, all he can think of right now is how badly he wants Joel to stop glaring at him like he's a stranger who doesn't belong here. It's then that he realizes how he can prove it, there are a couple different ways, in fact, and he breathes a silent sigh of relief to himself for managing to think of them because in his initial panic, Spencer had drawn a complete blank. "My tattoo," he says, pushing himself to his knees, and he's naked like he is many mornings with Joel but it works in his favor in a different way this time.
There, on his left side just at his hip, is the tattoo he'd gotten as a Christmas gift to Joel. It's one thing that's unchanged, one thing that Spencer's grateful for if he has to be grateful for something right now, and he brushes his thumb over it carefully, almost as if he's afraid he'll erase it if he presses any harder against the letters and numbers. He swallows hard, grabbing for their comforter and tucking it under his arms in an effort to cover himself back up, and it feels so strange to act so modestly in front of Joel, but Spencer doesn't know what the right thing to do is in this situation because he's hardly ever had to deal with this before. His husband had been possessed by a demon not two months ago, and Spencer's having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that he's woken up in a woman's body. He's not entirely sure which one ranks higher on the Very Strange scale.
"If that's not enough, just-- Just read me, read my aura, look for our connection. I know it's still there, it has to be." His body has changed but he's still Spencer, and the thread will never break so there's no way that column of energy between them could have disappeared just because his biological makeup has been altered somehow.
Not somehow, he thinks, but because of that same potion that's allowed him to hear thoughts. Spencer's sure of it.