<blockquote>Ray woke up staring at his own face, which was - okay, yeah, that was weird. Lately, he hadn't been waking up to anyone, and the last time he'd seen his own face first thing in the morning had been after that one-night stand with - Cyndi? Mindi? Didn't matter, anyway; she'd kicked him out before he'd had time to do more than notice his own bedhead. Ray had gone home, crawled into his own (mirrorless) bed, and gone back to sleep, which, hey: sounded like a pretty good idea, at that.
"Ray," the other - and significantly more awake - him said, "Ray!"
"Grnh?" Ray said, sitting up and scrubbing a hand through his hair, only it wasn't his hair - it was smooth, and longer, and when he pulled a strand down over his eyes to look at it, it was dark brown, the color of - oh. Oh.</blockquote>