George was sitting alone in Dani’s room, when he heard a knock at the door.
“Come in,” George sighed.
Dani, in George’s body, poked her head in. She looked at George with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, her usual mischievous grin absent from his face.
"Hey... George. Can we talk?" she asked tentatively, her voice sounding strange coming from his body.
George hesitated for a moment before nodding, gesturing for her to come in.
It was a strange sight, seeing himself from the outside, and he couldn't deny the pang of longing he felt for his own body.
"I know you're probably angry at me," Dani began, fidgeting with the hem of George's shirt, "I messed up big time with that stupid stone."
She paused, meeting George's gaze with an earnest expression, "I just want you to know that I didn't mean for any of this to happen."
“I know,” George replied after a moment, surprising himself with the sincerity in his voice.
“I can’t believe we’re just gonna be each other now. Like, forever…”
"Yeah, it's a crazy situation we're in," George said, "But maybe we can make the best of it. We know each other better than anyone else ever could."
Dani blinked in surprise, not expecting George to react this way. She had braced herself for anger or blame, but his acceptance caught her off guard.
"You're not mad?" Dani asked tentatively.
George shook his head, "I was at first, but I realize now that being angry won't change anything. We're in this together, whether we like it or not."
“Oh,” Dani took a deep breath, “Sorry you have to be a girl though.”
“I don’t know. Being a girl isn’t so bad,” George replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “I think I can get used to it.”
Dani raised an eyebrow, “Really? You actually like it?”
“Slow down there, cowboy,” George retorted, “But there are some perks to being a girl. Like not having to worry about getting kicked in the balls! And I gotta say, having hair this long is kind of cool.”
George twirled a lock of Dani’s golden hair between his fingers.
“What about all my girl-clothes? That doesn’t bother you?”
George chuckled, looking around the room filled with Dani's clothes and accessories. He stood up and walked over to the closet, scanning through the dresses and skirts hanging there.
He picked out a soft pink dress with delicate lace detailing and held it up in front of him, examining it thoughtfully, “You know, I bet I could rock this.”
Dani went wide-eyed.
“As for this dress… Not really my style,” George held up a blue silk gown that shimmered under the light.
Dani burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement, “Oh, please, George. You wouldn’t last a minute in that pink dress!”
“Wouldn’t I?” George’s voice took on a serious tone, “Watch me.”
George slipped off the purple top he was wearing, undressing himself completely in front of Dani. He hesitated for a moment, feeling exposed in Dani's body, but then he bravely stepped into the pink dress and zipped it up, twirling around dramatically.
Dani found herself breathless, “I– You are …me…”
“No. I’m me,” George stated confidently, his eyes meeting Dani’s, “I am Dani.”
Dani’s mouth fell open, speechless at the sight before her, “I never thought I’d see the day when my brother would be raiding my closet.”
“You said you are Dani…” she continued, “Do you …want me to call you that?”
“You know what? Yeah. Call me Dani. It feels right.”
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