This was inspired by MT_Reade's WTIYS prompt 5, and I wrote it in just over three hours, lol. It was so much fun

The prompt: Person A wakes up in someone else's body
Words: 1446

TW: dysphoria, panic attack, swearing, crying, coming out, one (1) very minor injury

Note: Trans!Virgil, human AU

Virgil knew that something was wrong the moment he started to stir, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. That is until he rolled onto his stomach and became aware of the extra flesh on his chest. He immediately bolted upright and felt around his chest, letting out a strangled cry as he registered the fact that he did, in fact, have breasts.

The panicking boy curled in on himself, feeling his chest tighten as dysphoria coursed through him, and he started to cry from the stress of the situation he found himself in.

A knock on the door startled Virgil out of his thoughts, and he wiped his face before quietly calling, "Come in" that made him flinch from how high pitched it was.

Virgil heard the door open and someone walk into the room, but he didn't move until the person spoke.

"S-samantha?" the person called, causing Virgil to lift his head in shock, only to be met with... himself??

"W-who are you?" Virgil murmured, curling in on himself as he eyed himself—that was going to take some getting used to.

Whoever was in his body shook his head. "I suppose I should introduce myself," he said. "I am Roman, your brother's boyfriend."

Virgil froze as he felt his blood go cold, his panic intensifying.

No, he can't know, I didn't get to tell him.

Virgil was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Roman—himself? Roman? Himself?—walk over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. It wasn't until the other spoke that he started to come out of his panic.

"Samantha, I need you to breathe, okay?" Roman said quietly, gently rubbing Virgil's shoulder.

Virgil quickly shook his head. "N-not Samantha," he corrected. "V-virgil."

Roman gasped and enveloped Virgil in a tight hug, rocking him soothingly. "Oh, Virgil!" he cried. "I'm sorry, darling. So, so sorry."

Virgil curled closer to Roman before flinching away when he became aware of his breasts, shame coursing through him. Gentle fingers cupped Virgil's cheek and tilted his face, forcing him to meet Roman's eyes.

"What is wrong, my little emo?" he asked sweetly.

Virgil closed his eyes tightly and shook his head, forcing himself not to lean into the touch. Roman let out a soft sigh before the two of them were startled by a quiet knock.

Virgil let out a silent sigh of relief and turned to the door, his jaw dropping when he saw Roman's body standing there.

"Who are you?" he asked hesitantly, shuffling away from Roman a few inches.

The person in Roman's body smiled and took a few steps in. "I'm Samantha. And you two are?"

Virgil gasped and stood up, rushing to Samantha and hugging her tightly. "Sammy!" he cried, tears starting to pool in his eyes.

Samantha gasped at her childhood nickname, immediately hugging back. "Virgie," she cooed, holding him tightly. "It's okay, we'll figure this out."

Virgil started to shake and ended up sobbing into Samantha's shoulder, getting comfort from knowing Samantha was there and from having Roman's strong arms around him.

Samantha continued to hug Virgil and whisper soothingly until he had calmed down, only letting go once Virgil pulled away.

"So if you're in my body and I'm in Roman's, who's in yours?" Samantha asked, looking over towards the other on the bed.

"I'm Roman," he said, standing up and walking over to the other two. "And let me just say, this is super weird."

"More like terrifying," Virgil muttered under his breath.

Roman tilted his head and rubbed Virgil's back. "What's so terrifying about this, love?"

Virgil scoffed. "What's not terrifying about this? We have no clue what caused this, how long it's gonna last, or if we're the only ones that have switched. And you're finding out that I'm fucking trans-"

Virgil cut himself off as soon as he realized what he was saying, slapping a hand over his mouth and looking away from Roman as he waited for the rejection he knew was to come. To his surprise, a slightly cold hand cupped his cheek and tilted his head up, but Virgil kept his eyes closed.

"Virgil, mí querido. Look at me, please," he heard his body say, and he obliged, looking up into his own eyes.

Roman smiled down at him, taking Virgil's hand with his free one and lacing their fingers together. "I'm trying not to think about how weird it is that I'm technically holding hands with your sister, but, besides that Virgil, I don't care if you're trans. You're still my dark, edgy, emo boyfriend, and your assigned gender at birth doesn't change that. I can't even begin to imagine how shitty this experience must be for you."

Virgil let out a sob and embraced Roman—himself? Roman? Himself?—letting all of his fear and anxiety out. He was vaguely aware of being picked up and placed in the middle of the bed, feeling Samantha and Roman climb in on either side of him, but he was too out of it to do anything except nuzzle further into the warmth and slowly drift to sleep.

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The first thing Virgil was aware of when he woke up was the warmth surrounding him, followed quickly by the definite lack of breasts on his chest. Opening his eyes, he practically cried when he discovered that he was back in his own body with Samantha and Roman on either side of him.

Virgil's movement must have woken Roman, as he stirred soon after Virgil did, and his reaction was nothing short of dramatic.

"Oh, my Odin, I have been returned to my state of glory!" he shouted, which caused Samantha to bolt upright, her fists raised in front of her.

"LEAVE THE MASHED POTATOES ALONE," she cried as she sat up, taking in her surroundings with a confused look that quickly changed to one of relief. "Oh, thank fuck, we switched back."

"You can say that again," Virgil murmured, running his fingers through his hair before running them down his flat chest. "I never wanna have tits again."

Virgil jumped slightly as an arm wrapped around his waist, but he quickly relaxed when he realized that it was Roman. He melted against Roman's chest, turning and burying his face in the other's shoulder as he hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry you had to find out that way," he mumbled, clinging to Roman as if his life depended on it. "I wanted to tell you, but every time I tried, I just couldn't."

Virgil smiled softly when he felt Roman kiss the top of his head, nuzzling closer to him.

"Don't apologize, mí corazón," Roman whispered softly, holding Virgil closer. "You could have told me this the night before our wedding and it wouldn't change anything. I couldn't care less about what's between your legs." Roman paused to lean back and place a hand over Virgil's heart. "It's about what's in your heart that matters."

Virgil blushed darkly and immediately leaned in, cupping Roman's cheek as he connected their lips in a tender kiss. Roman didn't hesitate to kiss back, cupping the back of Virgil's head and holding him close.

The two were interrupted by Samantha clearing her throat, and Virgil practically threw himself out of Roman's lap, embarrassment from making out with him in front of his sister turning his face red.

"While you two are absolutely adorable as a couple," Samantha said, smiling at the two of them fondly. "I'd rather not have to witness my baby brother making out with his boyfriend."

Virgil's face got even redder if possible, and he reached around for a few seconds before attempting to chuck a pillow at Samantha's face. All of them dissolved into a fit of laughter when he ended up hitting Roman's temple in the process.

"I've been hit! Goodbye cruel, cruel world!" Roman cried, dramatically falling backward on Samantha's bed while Virgil fretted over his boyfriend.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Virgil exclaimed, crawling over and laying on top of Roman's chest. He gently touched the red mark that was forming on Roman's temple, chuckling when he let out a dramatic cry.

"Tell my boyfriend he's an asshole," Roman gasped, continuing his little sketch. "But he's a fucking hot asshole."

Virgil groaned and buried his face in Roman's chest. "You are ineffable."

"I know," Roman said cheekily. "But you loooooooove meeeeee."

Virgil lifted his head and smiled softly, leaning in and kissing Roman's chin. "You got me there," he admitted happily.

"I. Get. It. You're. A. Dor. A. Ble," Samantha interrupted, clapping her hands to accent each syllable. "Now. Get. Out. Of. My. Fuck. Ing. Room."