PROLOGUE

"Wait! I know I don't deserve it after all that happened, but... would you still be willing to help me... to help me become a better fighter?"

The green-eyed fighter took a long look at her team leader, eyeing his expression and stance from head to toe as the words processed in her mind.

No matter how Pyrrha cut it, they were music to her ears.

'Still... I would not like to come across as too eager in accepting his proposition...'

Leaving his question in the air, the young Mistrali sauntered up to her leader before taking him by surprise with a shove. As expected, his rump met the cold, hard material on the rooftop deck of their dorm building. If the tenants below them had any problem with that, she knew very well they wouldn't be complaining anytime soon after the recent events of Forever Fall.

Still, that left one currently surprised and slightly bruised young man on the ground, whining as he rubbed his sore behind.

"Hey!"

'Don't worry, Jaune,' she thought with a warm upward tilt to at the corner of her lips, 'I will see to it that you never see yourself caught off guard that way again.'

"Your stance is all wrong. You need to be wider and lower to the ground," she began with an evaluating tone, offering her hand which he took and held for a moment longer that sent all the butterflies to her stomach as he returned to eye level, "Let's try that again."

The next half hour was spent teaching Jaune the basics of CQC, which, yes, Pyrrha had to spell out as Close Quarter Combat for him to understand. While his experience was evidently close to nil, Pyrrha saw promise in several of his basic moves. She did not know how quite to explain it, but beyond the reticence and clumsiness of these new motions to him lay a fluidity untapped. Where it came from, she did not know... but he had potential, and that sent thrums of joy through her chest she could barely describe.

For now, however, those low sweeping kicks she had him practicing were getting worse by the minute, the poor guy huffing as if he didn't even know how to use Aura to gain that edge of endurance for prolonged periods of physical activity. Being the person who had activated said aura, though, she at least could afford him the understanding of knowing why he was so unfamiliar with it.

"Jaune, do you by chance remember initiation day? When I first unlocked your Aura?"

"Mm, yeah," he replied as he tried another awkward sweep at nothing in particular that almost made her wince.

"Perhaps... you may try focusing on that moment. That rush of energy from your inner will to empower your strikes," she began, walking into his line of sight to demonstrate said control by causing her aura to coalesce around her hands for a quick jab, "Like so."

His eyes went wide with excitement at the prospect, Jaune then turning to a standing position to shake his arms out and close his eyes in concentration. Surprisingly, the white glow returned, and while Pyrrha expected him to excitedly return to practicing kicks as soon as he opened his eyes and grinned at his feat, what she didn't expect was the speed with which he executed his first kick.

Much less the fact that his horribly obtuse sense of distance failed to alert him to the fact that his partner was still within sweeping range.

"GAH!" was all Pyrrha could shout before being... well... swept off her feet, and the last thing she saw was her face rapidly approaching Jaune's alarmed glowy one.

And then everything went black.

𒈙𒀭𒈓𒀭𒈙

Jaune's eyes cracked open the next morning, somewhat surprised to see a ceiling over his head.

'Am I... am I dead?'

It was certainly his team's dorm, and while the pain on his head lingered, reminding him of what'd happened the night prior, there was a sense of unease as he came to. Something felt... off... and he simply couldn't place what. It was disorienting and strange, as if the room had been-

'Flipped...'

He blinked a few more times to let the light sink into his consciousness, soon realizing that the dorm room was empty and that his team had likely already left for breakfast. It wasn't until he lifted his head that he actually saw his bed... on the other side of the dorm.

'Wait, what? Then whose bed am I...?'

Jaune reached out to grab the scroll beside the bed that definitely was not his, only for his arm to freeze at the sight of the long, terracotta-colored sleeve adorning the length of his oddly slender arm. Its familiarity struck him instantly, since he'd seen it nearly every morning since initiation... worn by his partner.

"These pj's aren't mine," he began to speak before green eyes suddenly went much, much wider, "Th-This voice isn't mine, either!?"

'Wh-What's going on!?' he thought to himself, unwilling to use this strange new voice as he awkwardly struggled and fell right out of the bed he realized had also belonged to his partner with rising alarm, 'A-And what happened to Pyrrha!?'

It wasn't until he righted himself and felt an odd sense of inbalance over his chest that he absentmindedly seeked to adjust when his hands also froze over unexpectedly soft globes.

"Eh?"

He looked down, his pale face and fine features going several shades redder at the sight of ample unrestrained cleavage held together in his grip. His hand sunk down lower towards the matching pair of pajama pants, patting a bulge that was alarmingly no longer there. Just empty space.

"Ehh!?"

Scrambling up as quickly as possible and dashing to the other end of the dorm that felt oddly taller than the last time he remembered, the red and all other color drained from his(?) face at the sight of the hourglass figure and cascading locks of red hair in the room's only full-length mirror. The shriek that followed could be heard throughout the entire floor.

"EEEHHHHH!?"

𒈙𒀭𒈓𒀭𒈙

"So then after that time we fought," Ruby regaled as most of teams RWBY and JNPR listened around the table with various levels of interest and mortification, "Weiss totally got me some coffee and cream with tons of sugar just like I like it! It was nicest most partnery thing anyone's ever done for m-!"

SLAM

Seven pairs of eyes, along with the rest of the ones in the auditorium, turned to see the main doors suddenly fly open with enough force to nearly knock them off their hinges, a very disheveled and very unkempt Pyrrha Nikos awkwardly storming into the area right at the two teams' tables. Awkward, because it seemed she was suddenly unable to handle walking in two-inch heels, her blazer and trademark jewelry and circlet were nowhere to be found, her school-issue cravat was still undone, her skirt wasn't on straight, and she had a wild-eyed look burning straight into the skull of her team leader sitting with a poised air at the table.

"Uh... are... you guys, seeing what I'm seeing right now?" Yang muttered under her breath.

Pyrrha's eyes never wavered from their blond target even with the increasing alarm and whispers from the students all around them, but the wild look in them turned into one of mortification at what used to be a mop of blonde locks on said leader's head.

"WHAT. Did you do to m- to your hair!?"

All eyes at the table slowly turned to Jaune, who had just taken another bite of his Eggs Mistraline with nearly aristocratic grace... and the well-coiffed, brushed back locks that held form and sheen which both teams had already spent all morning complimenting.

"Well... er, Pyrrha, if you'd like, I'd love to discu-"

"ZZT! Zip it!" the frazzled redhead cut in with the accompanying gesture across her lips, her eyes wide in mortification at the sound of the voice that was supposed to be hers, "I don't wanna hear it! You! Come with me! NOW PLEASE."

Despite the completely odd nature of the current circumstances, or perhaps because of it, the entire table had been struck speechless and was still unable to recover. Jaune blinked, not once losing his composure but still eventually turning to nod at his teammates and slowly rising form the table.

"If you'll excuse me. Pyrrha and I will see you before first period."

Jaune's composure slightly cracked finally at the impressively firm grip Pyrrha suddenly latched onto his hand with using hers, his face going a few shades redder as she quite assertively dragged him out of the cafeteria. It took a few minutes, but both of them eventually were on the rooftop, Jaune standing near the ledge calmly sending Ren and Nora directions through his scroll for their morning activities while Pyrrha frantically paced back and forth near the center of the deck.

"You'll be happy to know that it was Ren and Nora who found us last night. After we didn't return, they searched our scrolls and carried us back to our dorm safely."

His words went completely unheard over Pyrrha's rant.

"H-How did this happen! I'm you! You're me!" Pyrrha shouted, an odd new gritty and informal tone to her every syllable that heavily contrasted with her usual polite voice, "AND HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS!?"

Jaune looked up from his scroll, pocketing the device before giving his succinct reply, "A team leader must retain dignity, composure, and poise no matter the circumstance. This is to maintain peace and security among his or her team as well as the general populace should a crisis arise."

"S-Stop making me use big words! It's freaking me out already!" Pyrrha retorted with an accusatory point in Jaune's direction, who only looked down at himself and straightened his blazer before nimbly bouncing in place with a fighting stance and practicing a flurry of consecutive standing kicks.

"Of course, Jaune. I apologize... though hm, it seems my evaluation was accurate: your body has a considerable affinity for agility in motion. Were you a gymnast before Beacon? Perhaps a performer?"

Pyrrha stood straight, a bit fazed at the question as well as at the odd sight of seeing his body actually capable of admittedly cool moves, "Well I mean, I used to dance a lot but- wai-wai-wai-wai-wait just a minute! That's not the point of all this! WHY HAVE WE SWITCHED BODIES, PYR!?"

"Hm, I believe we would do well to call each other by our corporeal names to avoid confusion," Jaune explained simply before pulling out his scroll to type down a few notes from his new physical observations, "Though my best and only guess so far is that last night's training may have inadvertently triggered your Semblance."

"My wha?"

"Your Semblance, Jaune," Jaune continued, walking over to Pyrrha's personal space to begin fixing her skirt, "Here, let me at least adjust this."

"Wh-wh-what're you doing, you're not supposed to touch th-!" Pyrrha stammered loudly, her brain fried from the reverse psychology of letting you invade your own personal space when that you wasn't you but someone else instead, at least until her stammering was cut short by a benevolent soft glare from cerulean eyes.

"I assure you, Jaune, it's nothing I haven't seen before already."

Jaune gawked as a realization of a certain possibility hit him.

"Wait... you... did you look down there too!?"

"Too?" Jaune echoed indicatively with a raised brow, sending Pyrrha even further into a fit of embarrassed whimpers.

"I'm... I'm so sorry!"

Jaune simply closed his eyes, letting his head fall with a ghost of a smile on his face before looking back up to his very frazzled partner with his hands on his hips.

"Jaune, it's okay. I understand this is odd, and extremely confusing for the both of us. But we must remain calm," he explained before elaborating on his prior point, "Semblances are tricky affairs, and many pundits argue as to just what they are and how they're formed. However, most agree that Semblances are a unique manifestation of a person's will which takes form from a mix of inner wishes or desires mixed with circumstantial elements surrounding the moment of activation."

"Uh... what?" Pyrrha's voice eked out across the deck.

Jaune shook his head benevolently, simplifying things with a smile, "Do you recall any specific feeling from last night while we were training? Perhaps, strong emotions surrounding your heart before we each fainted?"

Pyrrha unexpectedly seemed to gain some composure with that, standing up with a hand on her evidently much wider hip than she was used to while the other gestured about a little too wildly, "PFFFT! What? No way! I was training pretty hard because I was getting over those strong emotions! I mean, all the self-doubt and loathing, constant frustration at my lack of skills and strength to reach my goals, the lies and deflections about myself to cover up how I secretly wish I was anyone else other than myself was EXACTLY the kinds of emotions I was runnin-"

Pyrrha clamped her mouth shut at the moment she realized what she was saying, Jaune standing across from her giving her a small tight-lipped smile in condolence.

"Pyr... this is all my fault, isn't it."

"Jaune, it's not your fault," Jaune countered warmly in an attempt to appease the sulking redhead, "We cannot blame ourselves for things we cannot control. Even when my Semblance first manifested, I can't tell you how many accidents I caused while I came to terms with it."

"Yeah well I bet it didn't come with an overnight gender reassignment, did it," Pyrrha huffed as she looked to the side with crossed arms, "Seriously, Pyr... I'm stuck in Grimm Creek without a paddle... the MALE paddle... what do we do!?"

Jaune gazed at his partner, or herself, before balling his fists with a resolute nod.

"Well. After a good night's rest and a hearty breakfast, I am quite positive I know what we need to do."

Pyrrha's green eyes positively beamed at the news, only too eager to hear the reply, "Okay, what?"

"Simple. We need to give each other simultaneous concussions to switch back to our own bodies."

"...Eh?"

The beat of silence lasted just a bit longer, even Jaune slowly frowning at himself and clearing his throat.

"W-Well, yes. Lest it be the, er... the other thing."

"Wh-what other thing?"

Jaune could no longer keep eye contact with herself, his face earning a healthy dusting of pink before finally replying with an effeminate tinge of shyness, "Well, for another thing... when I fell over you. We accidentally... er... we kissed."

Pyrrha looked like she'd been struck, her hands going to the sides of her head and balling tufts of crimson hair into her fists.

"K-K-Kissed!? We did!?" she finally cried out before screaming with sheer mortification, "Gods why me!? What did I do!? Why do I deserve this!? WHO HURT YOU ALL THAT YOU HAVE TO DRAG ME INTO YOUR MISERY TOO!"

Jaune simply blinked at the interaction between his partner and no one in particular, actually a little nonplussed at the intensity of the negative reaction to the idea on them kissing.

"Well..."

"Okay, how to we give each other a concussion!" Pyrrha whirled, turning dramatically with a pointed finger in Jaune's direction.

"Are... Are you sure that's the first option you're choosing to take?"

"YES I'M SURE."

Jaune actually felt a little hurt at the finality of such a decision placing preference on such a painful option over a... well, a significantly more pleasant one. So he crossed his arms with a quick but firm shake of the head.

"I would recommend we do so here, but we will not do so now."

"And why not!?"

"Because the impact would likely render us unconscious for hours and I already promised our team we would see them," Jaune explained dutifully before leveling his peeved partner with a knowing cerulean glare, "And an Arc always keeps his word."

Jaune began walking back towards the building, passing his seething partner before adding with the newfound masculine authority in his voice, "Now if you'll follow me please. You need to finish getting ready for class so you'll be ready for the rest of the day. We can return once classes are over."

Pyrrha's eye twitched at that.

A day. A whole day!?

Sure, the redhead knew that her partner had very little if no experience whatsoever reading comics like X-Ray and Vav... but she clearly, clearly had no idea just how much could go wrong in a single day.

Green eyes went towards the heavens with a silent prayer hoping that nothing would.

"And did you remember to put on a bra?"

'Gods... just kill me now. Please. Right here. Just, let me die.'

A/N: Haaaa, I'm a madman.

Why do I do this to myself. Oh, I know why. Cuz I'm stuck at home all day. Yep, I've gone mad. Here, dear reader, partake in my madness. Fave, Follow, and Review if you wish, but encourage not this continued madness that keeps growing into a fully-fledged plot in my mind. Seriously. This isn't all of Jaune's Semblance, just the tip of the iceberg. What'll happen? What'll he do? What happens if the kissing involves others!? AAAAAAA. I don't need anymore story ideas!

Please excuse me while I go hyperventilate into a Chick-Fil-A bag.

And Happy Reading!