Helli's POV
Completely confused, because of several things, you walked back to Jussi's hotelroom. For a moment you were shocked by the mess in the hotelroom, including the half burned TV and the scorched wall, but you quickly shrugged that off and kept on confusing yourself with your thoughts. For a moment back there, Jussi's seemed the exact opposite of his normal self. Considerate and respectful. Maybe there was some sense in that guy after all, once you really got to know him and he got past his childish face.
You doubted it was a permanent change in his behavior though, so you still gave him a good fright before heading off to go showering and worrying on your own.
Rummaging through his bag, you tried to avoid the clothing or any other item that looked suspicious and dirty, and quickly found what you needed to shower. It was simple, now you were a guy, all you needed was shampoo and shower gel.
And you would be needing clean clothes. That could turn out to be a problem... Inside Jussi's bag, it was such a mess that you couldn't say which clothes were supposed to be clean and which clothes dirty. Trying your luck, you pulled out some clothes from the bottom of Jussi's bag, hoping he had thrown all the dirty clothing on top and hadn't used the clean clothes at the bottom just yet. Luckily for you, the black shirt with scary looking print that you were holding in your hands actually looked clean, even seemed folded, and a quick smell was enough to convince you it was clean enough. You had also pulled out some pants, which had still been folded as well, so you trusted those were clean as well, and hadn't been used to play gigs with and definitely hadn't been used in wild parties or whatever it was Jussi always did.
Finding boxers was a problem as well. You only found a few, while rummaging through his bag, and they all seemed worn to you. Not that you saw shit and piss stains or anything, they were just lying there, inside out or completely creased, and you didn't trust that one bit. In the end, you found some good ones, some plain black boxers, and since you had had enough of the search, decided they were good enough.
And so you disappeared into the bathroom, where you sauntered around for another while, fumbling with the spikes standing up from your head and softly scratching a sore spot on your knee from when the two of your had run into eachother. Reluctantly you removed your shoes and socks, quite surprised there wasn't a god awful smell knocking you out immediately.
With one last, deep sigh, knowing you couldn't avoid this anyway, you finally got it over with and dropped the pants Jussi had been wearing to the floor, along with his boxers. You didn't look down as you stepped into the showering cubicle, but you were uncomfortably aware of that thing swaying around as you stepped in. You quickly turned on the warm water, hoping it would drown out the uncomfortable feeling, and thankfully, it did, and you were actually able to enjoy the shower.
Washing Jussi's hair was hell though. It was incredibly difficult to get all the stuff from the hairproducts he used out, and even when you thought you had gotten rid of most of it, his hair, free of spikes now, still felt incredibly rough and rigid. You gave up after a while, and continued with the shower gel, getting yourself completely soaped.
Now the unpleasant feeling was almost gone completely, drowned out by the comforting warm water, you actually dared to look down at his thing. Somewhere in the back of your head you had the clarity you should stop referring to it by calling it it and the thing. Since there was actually nothing disgusting or even funny to be seen. It looked absolutely normal, it could have belonged to anyone. And you shouldn't let the fact that it was Jussi's affect your feelings towards it. Oh crap, now you did it again anyway.
You actually dared to give it a quick wash, and couldn't help but notice how it felt so different holding it now it was yours, different from the times you had held dicks belonging to boyfriends and lovers. Probably cause it had sort of lost its sexual meaning at this point. Not investigating any further, you let go of the matter and the dick, and you went on showering, trying to forget all this, as well as trying to forget you had really done this. Once out of the shower, it didn't take much time or shame to dry yourself and get dressed, and you actually felt quite alright, freshly showered and dressed. Ignoring the fact that you were in a guy's body of course. You did take a piss, finally, before you got dressed, and were relieved there was actually no shame there either. On the other hand, you did have tremendous fun actually being able to aim while you were peeing.
You took one look in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, noticing how weird Jussi's hair actually looked, now it was relatively clean and falling down his head normally. You had been used to the spikey hair. This was alright as well though, and you decided that a change of hairdo wouldn't do him bad.
And so, after putting on socks and shoes, you returned to your own hotelroom, where Jussi already was, sitting on your bed, watching TV.
'That's quick.' You said, instead of saying hello. Jussi threw you a surprised and confused look, before looking back to the TV again.
'You did take a shower, right?'
Jussi understood what you had meant, and shrugged a bit. 'I did yes. I just don't take as long as you do.'
A day earlier, his answer could have ticked you off immediately, the smartass answer, the feeling of a hidden insult. But now things had changed, you weren't so offended anymore and Jussi didn't seem to be saying this just to insult you, he just... didn't know better than this.
Noticing how you remained silent, Jussi looked over and finally gave you a good look, probably to see how furious you were with him after he'd said that.
'What the... What the hell did you do to my hair?!?'
Within a second he had jumped off the bed, sprinted across the room to where you were, and started fumbling and looking at the hair on your head. The hair that had once been his, and that you had probably fucked up in his opinion.
'I just washed it and left all the crap out.'
'You're fucking insane if you think this looks normal. Come on.'
Before you could object, Jussi had opened the door and pushed you out, back towards his hotelroom. Again you were hit by the realization that normally, everything the two of you had just said to eachother, would have led to a huge argument.
Once inside, Jussi quickly went over to his bag and got out his hairspray and an enormous amount of suspicious looking hairgel. He then sat you down on the bed, which was still unmade, to your utter disgust. Before you knew it, he had a blob of the gel in his hands and smeared it on your head, reforming his spikey hair.
In the end, it took him almost 15 minutes, longer than it normally took you to do your hair, and you were a girl, so you had the right to take that long.
While Jussi redid your hair, in the way he always styled it, you looked at what kind of clothes he had picked out for you. It looked alright, it was a normal pair of clothes, and knowing you couldn't make any negative comments about it, decided to make some small talk.
'You didn't wash my hair?'
'Hmm?' Jussi was momentarily distracted from doing your hair, and gave you a look. Probably to measure your mood again, making sure you weren't about to hit him again. But since you seemed in a good mood, and you weren't out to attack him, he probably decided it was safe to try and talk to you in a normal way.
'No I didn't. By the look of it I thought it was clean, and it felt so soft.'
This caused you to laugh a bit. Apparently you were not the only one who had to get used to dealing with someone else's hair.
After that, nothing was said between you and Jussi anymore, and what remained was a very uncomfortable silence, in which you were reminded that the two of you were still anything but friends, despite this situation.
Jussi's POV
Helli suddenly seemed strangely hostile again, after it fell silent again, after you had told her about not washing her hair. You didn't understand what the big deal was... You hadn't washed her hair, so what? If she was angry about that, she could just say so, couldn't she? Or maybe there was something else going on again, something that remained unsaid, something you had triggered for some reason. Maybe she was still afraid you had taken advantage of her body while you were alone in the shower. Whatever it was, you didn't get it. Nor did you get anything about this woman. All women were are mystery to you, up until some point, but Helli was even worse. You didn't seem to understand a single thing about her. Everything she said or did, the things that angered her so quickly, it was a mystery to you. You understood that you might have slightly fucked things up between the two of you, with your teasing and stupid comments, but she had been an easy target, and you hadn't liked her at all in the beginning, mostly because she was being a bitch to you as well. But still even now, her eyes scorched a way into yours, while you did the strands of her in front of your face. And they were definitely not burning with lust.
Feeling really uncomfortable with her angry stare and the heavy silence, you quickly finished doing her hair, your hair actually, that she had fucked up by washing it so thoroughly.
'Done.' You said
Helli brought a hand up and carefully touched the hair standing straight up from her head. She said nothing though, and simply got up when she was done feeling it.
'Let's go get some food then.'
Before you could say anything in response, Helli simply walked off, opening the door of your hotelroom and walking out, not looking back at you at all. For a moment you stood there, and then realized you would have to run to keep up with her, since she obviously wasn't gonna wait. Instead of washing your hands, you simply smeared the sticky gel that was still on your hands down the side of the pants that you were wearing, Helli probably wouldn't notice anyway. Hoping you could still catch up with her before she reached the elevator, you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.
