[The boots, he would notice, are actually heels; the clothing, actual lingerie. His left arm and leg would feel different, almost ethereal but also a bit evil. They are wrapped in bandages, which seems to keep, whatever it is, at bay.

Kainé on the other hand, pokes at the laces of the outfit she finds herself in, it reminds her a bit of Emil, which tugs a little at her heart. The body itself is definitely male, she'd know the feeling of that, not to mention the absence of breasts.

She looks up and sees... herself... looking just as bewildered as she feels.]

What the actual fuck?

[Let no one say Kainé pulls her punches.

She marches right over to where her body is, gesturing widely.]

What the hell kind of trick is this? Give me back my body right now or you're gonna regret it!

[Kainé never thought she'd say that since she hates her body, but here she is. Then whoever is inhabiting her body speaks and her gaze narrows.]

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Tyrann, I swear to fucking god if this is your doing...