Britney stared at JC with his eyes as wide as they could go, her breath caught in her throat. She tried to think of some excuse to that random outburst so she wouldn't get the real Justin in trouble. 'Oh God. What do I do?' she thought, biting her lip harshly. She nearly fell off the bed when she felt blood trickle through her mouth. 'Shit! These are no longer my lips..' JC just blinked from his spot on the floor, and pushed himself up to his knees, his stare still on Britney. Er. Justin. He didn't know, had no clue what was going on. He opened his mouth to begin to question something, but was cut off abruptly by the shrill ring of the nearby telephone. 'YES!' Britney smiled brightly, hopping off the bed. "I'll get it, J-- Josh." Britney laughed nervously, rushing over to the table across the room. '-- Oh GOD! I even have his voice.. And how am I supposed to fool JC? I might as well kill Justin, because this is going to kill their wedding for sure, and then his heart.' She reached out, holding in a whine as she realized she no longer had the perfect hands with the perfect manicure and perfect pale pink nails. She pulled the receiver up and placed it to her ear, running a hand through the growing fuzz that was known as Justin's hair. "H-hello?" "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Britney?!" "Ju-- Uh. Yeah!" Britney laughed in embarrassment, running a hand down her face in frustration. "Jus-- ERR. Brit.." "IS THIS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE?!!?" Britney winced, pulling the phone away from her ear. 'God. Is my voice really that high when I'm mad?' She flinched hearing a low whistle come from the other side of the room. 'God. Oh God let this end.' "Uh.. BRITNEY.. not so LOUD... JC-- Josh can hear you. And I don't think--" "WELL WAKING UP TO WADE PRESSING KISSES DOWN MY NECK ISN'T EXACTLY SOMETHING TO CALM MY PANICING. B-- ... Justin. Oh God. What happen -- WADE. NOT. NOW." Britney slapped her forehead. 'Wade. Oh no, Wade. He now knows about Wade.' "I, uh.. didn't want you to find out about Wa--" "We..can save..that for ne-- TAKE YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE. -- ...next time. But please.." Justin lowered his voice a few volumes. "Britney. I'm supposed to get married to him. But I'm in your body, with your voice, woke up next to my ex-choreographer. And you are in my body with my voice, and you woke up next to my fiancee. Work with me here. I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown." "Please don't," Britney replied, her voice just as soft. "I feel so weird. I'm like talking to myself, but I'm not. And vise versa. Justin, what are we gonna do? I don't want to mess things up with you and JC." "I-I know." Britney whimpered unwillingly. Justin sounded so lost, so confused, so.. girly. Well, that was a given. Britney wanted to cry. She had a photo shoot the next day, and she knew that Justin had to meet with Johnny and the guys for wedding plans and more work on the album. She also knew that JC was going to want to talk about things, and how would she reply? "Just," she whispered, softer than earlier, "we're.. I know JC's gonna be pissed about this. But I'll figure out something. We gotta meet. We gotta fix t his." "I know. Please just--" "I won't. And don't worry about what you say to Wade. It's not all that important." Britney cracked a smile hearing Justin laughing on the other line, although there were tears pooling in her eyes. "Oh. Don't worry. I won't worry about Wade.." "Justin.." Britney chuckled. "Well.." Justin made his voice a bit higher ranged. "The name's Britney, dearie." "Oh, God, no. J.. Brit." "Well.. Look. C's probably wondering why we're all so close suddenly. I don't want him getting suspicious. Meet me outside the restaurant we went to yesterday." Britney nodded, trying to change the tone. "Fine. Whatever. Just, please. Make it quick. I have.. I have a life and--" "Hey now. I'm not like that." "But you are." Justin went quiet for a moment, and Britney suddenly choked on her breath, hearing Wade whisper sexual things to Justin. 'He's going to throw up.' "Brit.. Brit come back to bed. Come back to bed, Brit.." "Get your stubby chin away from me RIGHT THIS INSTANT." Britney chuckled. "Fine. Okay? Just go back to whatever the hell you were doing, and I'll see you there. 12, okay? And don't make a scene, don't take too damn long." "I do not talk lik-- STOPPPPPPP!!!!!" And the line was cut. Britney felt a tear pour down her cheek in fear. What if they couldn't change back? What would happen then? What if-- "I'm.. gonna go get something to eat." Britney nearly fell over, but caught herself, turning around in time to see JC shuffle out of the bedroom with a few blankets still wrapped around him. "Shit," she mumbled, stomping her foot on the ground before stumbling down to the ground into a ball, rocking herself back and forth. She took a few breaths before looking back up, eyes twinkling. Not twinkling just because of her tears, but because she saw a lighter side to this. She was now Justin Timberlake. The same man who had "broken her heart" and played volleyball with it for a year and three months. Who had left her and moved on to his best friend, a once good friend of hers, who was now nothing more than an acquaintance now. Could this be the time to make things right? Or for payback? Britney stood back up, looking at herself in the mirror. She pulled the wife beater off of herself, examing her new body carefully, memorizing each line, indent and curve of this body, what she left behind. She ran a hand down from the end of her neck all the way down her chest slowly, until she made it to the waistband of the boxers. She had to admit. She was slightly regretting leaving Justin when she did. "Dude, J, what are you doing?" Britney shook her head, taking one last look in the mirror before pulling the wife beater back on. "Shut up! I'm coming.." She wrapped a blanket around herself and pulled on it tightly, now scared of the emotions raging her body. Especially one. Lust. *** It was around 11:30, JC was now in the living room on his seventh cup of coffee. He was set on the idea that he lost his mind while sleeping. Didn't know how, didn't know why, but he knew it did. It HAD to. It was the only explanation for why Justin was really, kinda-sorta different, suddenly. Not a drastic change, just.. different. Not like that summarization helped JC cope with any of it well. He took another long sip of the warm liquid, running a hand through dark chocolate curls. He placed the cup down on the coffee table and leaned back against the couch, shutting his eyes. So far, Justin had proclaimed to the world that he had a penis, mentioned Wade more times than he'd like to remember, something about kissing Wade also didn't settle well.. the fact that Justin also suddenly despised Apple Jacks was also a shocker, he was eating scrambled eggs and orange juice in the kitchen, earlier. That part wasn't too shocking. But then the conversation with Britney was the icing on the cake. He had this irritating nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that Justin was regaining feelings for Britney, but he shook it off, thinking it was just wedding jitters. It had to be. Britney entered the room, playing with the buttons of her shirt. She had a pair of Justin's jeans on, a half buttoned white shirt and a leather jacket over that. She stopped short as she looked at the sight on the couch, and couldn't help but smile. JC looked kind of cute to her, half asleep on the couch with two blankets wrapped around him. "So the coffee hasn't kicked in yet??" JC's eyes flew open as he was shaken out of his thoughts. He looked up, eyeing Britney up and down. britney bit her lip, wondering what Justin would do in a situation like this. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'this is gonna feel like some sort of rape shit..' She slowly brought herself down and sat on JC's lap before turning around to straddle the older man. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling the blankets down ever so slowly, carefully. But.. different. This didn't have "JUSTIN!! AHAHAHA" written all over it. And that made JC raise a brow for a moment, but he shrugged it off as well. 'Too much caffeine,' he concluded. "Will you be okay by yourself for a little while?" Britney whispered softly, shuddering at how sexy Justin's voice was, even has it came from her. Sorta. Well, whatever. "Will you.. keep yourself occupied until I get back..? I'll miss you while I'm gone.." Britney felt her insides churning, and she KNEW Justin was going to kick her ass, but she knew she had to do it. She HAD to for Justin and JC's relationship's sake. She leaned in more, her lips brushing JC's very lightly. "I love you. I love you more than anything." JC raised a brow. This, for some reason, wasn't Justin. Not his Justin. It was like.. girly psycho Justin, or something. 'It's the caffeine. Or something. But then why...' He'd question it later. He smiled softly, hungrily. "I love you too, Justin. More than life itself." Britney felt her heartbeat go faster. 'What's this?' she thought, and shrugged. With that she closed her eyes and kissed JC deeply, full of emotion, lust, want, need, desire. She tried to make it everything Justin would make it. Only there was one thing missing. Love. And JC seemed to notice that. Britney pulled away and got up off JC, a smug smirk on her face, concealing the repulsed and betrayed feeling she had churning all over her body. "Bye bye bye." Feeling somewhat confident, although not fully, Britney winked, walking out the door. 'Justin. I'm so sorry,' she thought, running down the street, a hand over her lips. JUSTIN'S lips. That kiss should have repulsed her. But it didn't. She liked it. JC seemed to notice something was up, but he wasn't 100% sure what was going on. Britney didn't either, honestly. She was, what was she doing? She was placing herself in the deepest hole she could ever dig herself -- coming inbetween JC and Justin's love.