“Jace. Jace, wake up. You fainted.”
He opened his eyes. Why was he in Jace’s room at the
Institute? What was Clary doing here and why was she calling him Jace?
“Clary? I’m not…” he stopped short, his voice sounded…
weird. He slowly raised himself from the floor, his eyes going wide as he
surveyed his surroundings. He looked down at himself. He was wearing Jace’s
leather jacket, the one that always looked tight, like it was molded onto
Jace’s body. He was nowhere near as big as Jace and yet the jacket felt snug.
“Jace… are you okay?” Clary sounded concerned. What had
happened? The last thing he remembered was finding a leather jacket that looked
a lot like Jace’s and, since no one was around, had decided to try it on.
“Sure, Clary. I’m fine.” But he wasn’t fine. Nothing about
him or this situation was fine. He started to get to his feet, only to fall
back down as the change in weight and height hit him. Clary offered her hand as
he tried once more.
“Let me help you.”
“I’m fine. Just need to splash some water on my face.” He made
his way to the open bathroom door. Every movement felt so odd to him.
Different. He closed the door to be alone, to think. He was glad Clary was
there with him but now he needed to see if he could figure out what had
happened. He was feeling somewhat better… until he saw his reflection in the
mirror.
Simon found himself in the strangest circumstances of his
life. He literally had become Jace Wayland, the confident, cocky, and handsome
Shadowhunter that Clary loved, despite her protestations otherwise. Of course,
Simon knew the Shadowhunters could change their appearance using their runes
but he wasn’t, or least hadn’t been,
a Shadowhunter. Almost anything was possible in the supernatural world he now
was part of but how could trying on what must have been Jace’s jacket cause him
to transform? For that matter, how had Jace’s jacket just been lying near where
he had been?
His first instinct was to ditch the jacket. Maybe he would
be himself again. He unzipped the jacket, revealing a tank that did nothing to
hide his quite impressive physique. How he had often wondered what Jace looked
like underneath the cool exterior people saw. Now he could find out. He
excitedly ran his hands along his torso, feeling every sensitive touch for the
first time. Jace had such a finely tuned body, the perfect specimen of
masculinity and now it was all his. Did it really matter how it happened? Why not just enjoy it…?
The longer Simon stared into the mirror the less he thought
about how this had all happened or even trying to change back. Why would he
want to? After all he was now the stud he always wanted to be… what every nerd
dreamed of being. True once he had become a vampire his vision had cleared so
he no longer needed glasses and he had become somewhat of a chick magnet in his
own right but this was something entirely different.
