My alarm went off, just like every morning, and like every morning, I hit my head on the top bunk. "Ouch" I said, rubbing my head where it never seemed to stop being sore. I got up and looked around. Something was wrong. Why was the room pink? I distinctly remember painting the room a blue-gray with my brother... Hey, wait. Where is that guy? I don't hear the usual music blasting from the bathroom.
I went to check the bathroom and saw that the light was on. "Adrian?" I called. The door opened and SHE came out. "Yeah?" I jumped back, surprised. "Adrian?!" She had the same black hair as my brother; but hers was long. She had the same brown eyes as his, but they were decorated with mascara and blue eye shadow. "Who the hell are you?!" I yelled. She gave me a confused look. "Danny, are you okay? Do you have a fever?" she pushed aside my long hair- wait. LONG HAIR?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!
I screamed. "What's wrong?!" said Adrian.
"My hair!! It's- It's LONG!!"
Adrian looked at me as if I were crazy. "Ye-yeah? It's been long for a long time now. Are you sure you don't have a fever, dear?" She reached out to my forehead but I ran straight to the bathroom. Was I really a girl?! I looked in the mirror. Those were my eyes. But I had long, messy hair (bed head, I presume), a small frame and... Oh my gosh. I HAVE BOOBS. I quickly pulled down my pants to check, and there it was. Or better said, there it wasn't.
That's it. I'm a girl. But how? And Adrian. He's a girl, too. Could it be that I'm not the only one who's changed? I had to go to school and find out. I quickly brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. I never want to grow my hair out that long; It's so full of knots! I almost forgot my deodorant. If I smell bad as a guy, how would I smell as a girl? I don't want to know. I had to go to school and find out what was happening. Maybe Dexter would know?
I left the bathroom and went to my closet. "That was fast. Did you not put make up on?" said Adrian, fixing herself up in the mirror. When did we get that? I got a good look at our room. It was disgustingly girly. I miss the band posters. All I see are gross boy bands.
My clothes were girly too. Skirts, tank tops, blouses, dresses, shorts; Gross. I don't even like girly girls. I think jeans and t-shirts are pretty hot, too. I found a plain black shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. "That's what you're wearing? I seriously think you have a fever." She looked at me kind of... disgusted.
"What? I want to wear something different, okay?" I walked out of the room to find my shoes. I smelled food. I turned and saw... Mom? But... she's my dad. MY MOM IS MY DAD AND MY DAD IS MY MOM. Oh dear God. My 'mom' had my dad's gray eyes and brown hair, but her hair was tied up in a messy pony tail. Shakily, I asked "... Where's mo- I mean, dad?" She looked up and pointed at the couch.