It would have been a familiar scene if it was a bar. However when the giant woke up his head hurt more than usual and it wasn’t the type of bar he was used to. How much did he have to drink? In face he didn’t even remember drinking that much before he passed out. Did he sleep walk? The door opened up as a pair of EMT’s entered the place with a little bell ringing letting everyone know that someone entered. Bacchus ignored it as he looked to the drinks in front of him. He took one sniff and his stomach growled. He was hungry but not for this. It smelled awful.

“Miss are you alright?” Bacchus heard it but he ignored it, they were EMT’s and he wasn’t a miss nor a do-gooder really so there was no point of paying attention. “Miss” a hand was on him and Bacchus looked up to the guy who was staring at him. ”There ain’t no missy’s ‘ere” Bacchus said feeling offended. Bacchus stood upright and pushed the Medic away from him. Two things were weird about what just happened one for example his accent and voice were all wrong. Where normally he had a booming voice and a charming aussie drawl it was replaced with a sexy little Russian female voice. How much Vodka did he drink last night? Bacchus rubbed his head when he thought more about the second weird thing. His hands were tiny and dainty hidden behind some gloves.

Snapping his hands back Bacchus looked around for a bathroom, he thought he saw this in a movie or something. Sadly if he did see it in the movie he was going to hate what happened next.

He sort of hated it, after running from the medics and running to the bathroom Bacchus was surprised when three guys were surprised he entered. Two ran out of the bathroom while the third smiled at him like he was a piece of meet. ”Wat do you want? **** off!” Bacchus said getting loud still upset his voice continued to sound more and more shrill the louder he tried to be. The creepy guy ran out the door all creepy like while Bacchus turned to look at the mirror.

”**** I look good!” after taking a little time to admire his new look he was still super confused as to what had happened. It was in a movie and unless he ran into a witch, doctor or witch doctor last night he had no idea why he was where he was looking like he was a tiny little runway model. Leaning on the sink Bacchus looked into the bodies eye and then tried to shift his size trying to break the sink. Nothing. Bacchus cursed and sighed.

“Ma’am?” called the medic Bacchus pushed away from before. He was outside the bathroom door. Bacchus looked around and sighed, ”I… I’m fine!” he thought his voice was too girlish for his own good and from what he could tell she was weak and tiny. Bacchus hated being small.

Sveta woke up feeling cold.

She lay still for a while (once she discovered she was laying down horizontal, which was a good thing, since she also had a pounding headache). She gathered her thoughts slowly, one by one, trying to trace them to the last thing she remembered.

A kiss.
And before the kiss... Some guy.

Nice power.

Oh hell.

Sveta was aware now that she was lying on concrete, somewhere in an alley. She could hear traffic close by. She felt very cold, as if the chill winter New York City wind was touching her bare...

The body of Bacchus Brickson sat bolt upright and screamed.
It was a very masculine scream.

Sveta sat on the ground, hyperventilating quietly as she surveyed herself.
Bad news: She was a man.
Slightly better news: She was bare-chested, but at least she was a man.

Scrambling to her feet Sveta staggered and leaned against a brick wall. Her body felt... all wrong. Apart from... missing bits and extra bits, it also felt somehow... large and heavy and not quite balanced out. She drew a deep breath, and looked around.

There were three other people in the alleyway, none of them conscious. They looked like your run-of-the-mill hit man, the kind she dealt with quite often as a vigilante. Except, none of them were shot. They mostly just seemed... bludgeoned.

Did I do this?

Turning her attention back to herself - himself - Sveta took stock of the situation. She was shirtless (not bad, but ugh, she never wanted to see abs from the other side), wearing pants (thank God) and not much else. There were some tattered clothes nearby.
Was she homeless? She hated being homeless.

Maybe there was a phone in the pile somewhere?...

”No honestly, I am good!” Bacchus said pushing the persistent medics away from him. They didn’t take the hint till Bacchus ended up running out of the juice bar and down the street. The only perk to being so tiny is it is easy to get lost in a crowd, which she did rather quickly that was until she started to run into people. It was something Bacchus normally did but sadly he was in a small body one that got pushed around easily the heels didn’t help either. It also took Bacchus to realize he was in heels. Running was pretty easy once he got started it was kind of like running when he was under the influence of his mutation. Even like his mutation stopping or changing direction was difficult if not more.

Bacchus’s new feminine ankles wobbled back and forth as his new girlish figure tried to walk occasionally grabbing onto shoulder after shoulder. When people were getting grabbed Bacchus looked to them and apologized as meek as he could. Mostly throwing out the words, ”New heels, breaking them in.” Erica used to say the same back home, though Bacchus never really got the appeal of heels. Girls that wore them liked to seem taller than they were and thought it made them look good however they just seemed a bit more uncoordinated.

Speaking of uncoordinated Bacchus’s slender frame fell forward on top of another woman’s. Bacchus apologized and without realizing it asked if she was all right. ”You alright love?” he asked in a very feminine voice. The woman looked as equally confused as Bacchus pushed himself up covered his mouth and started wobbling down the street to find a phone, Ulysses or his body. Street signs seemed somewhat familiar but Bacchus never really relied on them too much. Normally he just ended up where he needed to be. If that was Ulysses’s doing or not he wasn’t sure but he did recall beating the tar out of some blokes, outside of a bar.

Where to go…

Sveta managed to get another layer of clothes on - a slightly torn shirt and a hoodie. It wasn't exactly stylish, but it succeeded in keeping the cold off her skin. She caught a glimpse of herself in a window - she was tall, quite fit, and definitely handsome. not bad, for being so utterly, freakishly... someone else.

She couldn't even begin to imagine what had happened to her. For the first minutes she was scared she'd discover herself trapped in Damien's body - but this body, whoever it was, was decidedly not Damien.

She looked around again. No cellphone was found, but she did go through pockets for change, so now she hoped to find a pay phone somewhere. She'd call Sam. Or... no, definitely Sam.

Sulking out of the alley, making sure no one saw her - she did not feel like having to explain herself to whoever found the unconscious bodies of the hitmen - she walked away from the alley and down the street. People passed by, not really paying attention, except for a few glances from women. That was strange too. Sveta tried to act natural, which was not easy, given the size and proportions of the body she was currently inhabiting.

And then she caught a glimpse of a familiar face, just a couple of yards away.

A very familiar face.

"Hey! You!"

>”Hey you!”

A familiar voice boomed out and she-he… Bacchus looked down at his new body and nodded his head in satisfaction, he still thought like a man despite being in the woman’s body. Bacchus turned with the unfamiliar body and fell over in the heels managing not to knock anyone else down. ”How in the bloody **** does anvyone walk in diese things?” he said with the body’s voice and accent. Bacchus frowned and started taking the heels off as he looked up to see his large and ruggedly good looking face.

Yes, while he hated himself normally hated himself more than anyone else could hate him he was still that egotistical. He was the man after all. His body stood taller than most of the crowd which made him easy to spot. He frowned, maybe that’s why he had such a hard time blending in anywhere. Not only that but the ‘hey you’ managed to have a few other people stop and look.

”Hello, handsome.” Bacchus said as he struggled with the second shoe still perplexed with everyone’s fascination with heels. ”I take it, you see something you like?” Bacchus said smirking hoping it was indeed the woman whose body he was inhabiting was inhabiting his. If so it was a standard mind switch, meaning all they had to do was track down the witch doctor, or mad scientist who did this beat the tar out of them and then boom, switch back.

>>”How in the bloody **** does anvyone walk in diese things?... Hello, handsome. I take it, you see something you like?”

Okay, so maybe the 'hey you' ended up being a little too loud. People turned to look as Sveta approached... Sveta's body, sitting on the sidewalk and struggling to take off her shoes. Sveta was suddenly keenly aware that she was a fairly large, badly dressed guy, approaching a damsel in distress.
Oh hell.

"Do you need a hand?" she asked, holding back from screaming "GET OUT OF MY BODY!" like a lunatic. Whoever was in her body did not seem very comfortable with it either. And possibly already had bruised her butt.

She offered a hand to help herself up. Everything was surreal.

After the other shoe came off Bacchus took his large hand and pulled himself up nodding the woman’s hand. ”Always knew I was beautiful.” Bacchus said with the woman’s voice. ”Just never knew how much.” Bacchus put a hand on his new chin and gave some thought, ”Now if I kiss you would that be kissing myself?” Bacchus asked laughing trying to make his voice deeper the more he talked and laughed till he was comfortable with a forced deeper voice laugh.

”Did you **** off a witch doctor?” Bacchus asked looking at his body some more. The clothing his body was wearing wasn’t his normal clothing at least the shirt wasn’t nor the hoodie. ”Did you rip out of my other shirt?” Bacchus asked as before he snapped his finger. ”No, I remember doing that actually.” Bacchus asked as he reached out with gloved fingers to look at his normally bodies hands.

”No blood… you didn’t kill them then? Or did you just use something?” Bacchus asked trying to remember what happened only remembering knocking two out. Did he manage to get the third. He wasn’t supposed to kill them just rough them up.

>>”Always knew I was beautiful. Just never knew how much. Now if I kiss you would that be kissing myself?”

Oh God, is this what I look like when I flirt?...

Sveta held her own body at arm's length.

"NO. Kissing."

Ground rules first.

>>”Did you **** off a witch doctor?”

"No!... I don't know. Maybe?"

Mutants were a thing, why not witchcraft? It would fit her track record of trouble...

>>”Did you rip out of my other shirt?... No, I remember doing that actually. No blood… you didn’t kill them then? Or did you just use something?”

"Dey were out when I woke up" she shrugged "I left dem in de alley. Let's go somewhere, okay? I have a place nearby. We need to figure dis out."

No kissing? Well that didn’t sound too fun. In fact it sounded like it was downright boring. Bacchus Brickson never turned down a pretty girl before. That was until today it seems. Snapping his finger he sighed, ”You don’t find me attractive do you?” Bacchus pouted his lower lip and then quickly lost the pout when she mentioned she had some place nearby. Again it sounded boring but after beating the tar out of those thugs he didn’t really have anything planned.

”Lead the way I guess.” Bacchus said still sounding like everything was far more boring than he actually thought it was. He was in a woman’s body and a woman was in his. Basic movie detail meaning something would happen if he went along with her. Real life was just like the movies after all.

”Still don’t know what this is.” Bacchus said pointing to his new tiny feminine body then to his massive one, ”However this.” Bacchus gestured up and down his new body and smirked. ”I know exactly what this is.” Bacchus snapped his fingers again and then looked to the lady, ”By the vay if things get too loud or yov start getting a headache der is a flask in de back pocket te get your booze on.” for the most part his mutation shouldn’t kick in unless the woman in his body wanted to get big or loud. At least that was pretty sure how his powers worked.

>>”You don’t find me attractive do you?”

"Not from de inside." Sveta deadpanned as they moved through the crowd. She made sure the shoes were coming too. Those were really comfortable shoes.

>>”Lead the way I guess. Still don’t know what this is. However this. I know exactly what this is.”

"It's a female body. You might have seen pictures."

Sveta was in a foul mood. And hoped he had not had time to explore his new body in detail before he took to the streets. The thought made her skin crawl anyway.

>>”By the vay if things get too loud or yov start getting a headache der is a flask in de back pocket te get your booze on.”

"No thanks." even though her current body was more massive, and therefore probably more alcohol resistant as well, the last thing she wanted to do was lose any of her fair judgment.

"Vat do you mean things get too loud?" she asked, glancing sideways at him/her. The person in her body was clearly up to no good.

"Are you... am I... are you a mutant?"

Bacchus laughed as he grabbed the shoes she was adamant on him bringing. The shoes slung over his new shoulders as he commented, ”Internet. Got to love it. Pictures and videos help paint a good description.” it seemed she was slower than people thought he was. He thought it was painfully obvious but then Bacchus always associated his mutation with alcohol. It wasn’t that he needed it; it just made everything more tolerable is all.

When his body asked if he was a mutant Bacchus clapped and then slapped his original body on the rear, ”Bingo bango!” Bacchus said as he made a hand gesture, ”Freakishly big and freakishly good looking no? If that wasn’t a mutation I guess my mother crafted me from marble before she ran out eh?” Bacchus said laughing more at his joke than was probably needed.

”You can go giant I’d imagine. Can’t do **** in this lil body.” Bacchus shook his new hips, ”Other than this.” he wondered if this body was a stripper or a model for a second then decided better not to ask. ”Everything can go bigger. Size, weight and even hearing, smell and all the others.” Bacchus looked around, ”So where is this place at eh?”

>>”Internet. Got to love it. Pictures and videos help paint a good description.”

Sigh. Sveta was already tired of the whole thing. The guy would not shut up, and it was all just made even more annoying by him wearing her body.

>>”Bingo bango! Freakishly big and freakishly good looking no? If that wasn’t a mutation I guess my mother crafted me from marble before she ran out eh? You can go giant I’d imagine. Can’t do **** in this lil body. Other than this. Everything can go bigger. Size, weight and even hearing, smell and all the others.”

Well, crap.

"New rule" she growled, and it came out in a satisfyingly deeper tone than usual "Absolutely. No. Touching. Unless you want tings to get way out of hand, and your body end up worse to wear."

It was kind of an empty threat, but she did not care.

>>”So where is this place at eh?”

"Dis way." she led him to the apartment building then reached for her pocket before she remembered. She held out a hand instead.

"Purse."

Bacchus started to laugh when she said ‘no, touching’ again. ”But now I want to!” Bacchus reached out for his own body with his gloved fingers and then pulled it away as if his new body was hot to touch. ”Doubt you could make my body an’worse. Amount of booze I drink and all.” Bacchus continued to laugh as he swung his heels over his feminine shoulders.

The giant in the female skin followed his body letting out a low hum as he looked down to the purse he was carrying. ”But dat purse doesn’t match you!” he smirked revealing her own teeth to her. ”It goes soooo well with my ensemble!” Bacchus couldn’t hand the purse over fast enough. Once he was free of it he continued to hum admiring the sound of his new voice.

>>”But now I want to! Doubt you could make my body an’worse. Amount of booze I drink and all.”

He was probably right about not making the body any worse. She already hated pretty much everything about it. As for the situation, though... that could have definitely gotten worse. She swatted his (her) hand away.

>>”But dat purse doesn’t match you! It goes soooo well with my ensemble!”

She grabbed the purse with a grunt, got out her keys, opened the door, and ushered her body inside. She led the way to the apartment on the third floor, opened the door, and walked in, making sure the door was closed behind them. She needed a quiet and private place to talk this out. Also, if he left before it was worked out, he was probably going to leave through the window anyway.

"So." she said, dropping the purse and folding her... his... arms over her manly chest in a manly way. "Who the hell are you?!"

Bacchus walked into the room like he owned the place because in a roundabout way he did either his new body did or the mind inhabiting his old body did. Ergo, he thought it was appropriate to strut around in his new body like he owned the place looking for a kitchen. Dropping the shoes and ignoring the girl in his body he went to the fridge looking for a beer but settled on some food instead. ”Bacchus Brickson.” he said giving his real name. The name probably wouldn’t have meant much unless she was a cop or an avid news watcher. Then again if she was she might have recognized the body she was piloting around.

”You seem like an Erica, or a Megan.” Bacchus pointed to the shoes, ”Most hot chicks with shoes like that are,” Bacchus looked at his reflection on a surface in the kitchen and smirked. ”Built like one any who.” Shoving some food in his mouth Bacchus looked to his old body.

”Friends and girls call me Bacchus or Bane, I’ll answer to either.”