Despite falling asleep with a random amulet that Dewey had found in his uncle’s garage, the middle triplet didn’t expect anything unusual to come out of it. Before he could even open his eyes the following morning though, he was unexpectedly met with a splitting headache, nausea settled deep into his stomach. Was he sick? “... I think I’m dying,” he muttered to himself, hardly noticing that his voice wasn't quite his own. His eyes had remained closed, scared to find the room spinning when he opened them, but the feeling of something — no, someone — shifting beside him in the bed caught his attention. Did one of his siblings come to his room in the night? He momentarily considered rolling over and shoving them out of the bed, but instead he opened his eyes to see who it was, freezing in place once his eyes adjusted. Was this a dream? She looked beautiful and sleepy, the sight of her bedhead making him smile. Dewey was so focused on Tiffany beside him that it took him a moment to process how this could even be possible. He slept beside her and didn't remember any of it? In her and Randy's room? This couldn't be real. "Tiffany?" He asked, this time noticing his voice was different. Slowly, he sat up, glancing down and noticing he was shirtless. The amulet he fell asleep with no longer hung around his neck.. because it wasn't his neck, or his own body at all. "What the hell is happening?" @taffytm
