Vincent woke up with a start. The last thing he remembered he was in his room, trying to rest and get some of his composure back before speaking to Valeria, about... many things.
Now he was laying face down, which was massively uncomfortable for some reason. He sat up, putting a hand to his face.
Why were his fingers more slender all of a sudden?
...oh... oh dear gods...
"I... what..."
'He' stood up, looking himself over, before throwing arms in the air after taking in the
outfit.
"SURE! WHY NOT?!" He promptly broke into hysterical laughter, which came out in this form as a rolling cackle.
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