I was pretending to be asleep, as usual.

But suddenly something's wrong.

Something's very, very wrong.

I leapt out of bed, the carpet soft beneath my feet. I'm shorter. My chest feel weird. Why is my hair so long?!

I stared at my myself in the mirror and started screaming at the abomination in front of me. My parents won't hear, they had my room sound proofed a while back, said my screams were keeping then up. Bad for business. I have great parents.

I stared into the mirror at who was definitely not me. Spikey long blonde hair, which flowed a little past my boobs. I have boobs! Small boobs, but still boobs! I was a couple centimetres shorter. My lips were fuller and redder, eye lashes slightly shorter, but curlier. Slightly curvier body, larger hips. I pulled down my pants and underpants. My dick is gone. I repeat, my dick is gone!

Why the fuck am I a girl?! How the fuck do I explain this to anyone?! What will Craig think?! Just thinking his name makes me blush. Oh great, I'm dealing with new hormones as well?! I don't know how to handle these hormones! That's too much pressure! I started pulling my new long hair.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down!" said a small, annoyed sounding nasally voice. I turned around and looked down to find a bunch of underpants gnomes. They are the last thing I need right now! I started screaming louder. "Oh my God shut up! I'm trying to explain what happened!" the gnome said in exasperation. I noticed the warlock was standing with them. Was he the one who did this to me! "Look, as underpants gnomes, the main thing we need in life is underpants. But when there's a good supply of that, we start looking out for secondary problems. At the moment, that's that you and Craig aren't actually together!"

"What?! What does that have to do with anything?!" I screamed at him.

"Look, this plan is going to work okay? Stop worrying. The two of you need a shove. This is the shove. Don't worry. No one knows who you are."

"WHAT?!" I screamed. That does not make anything better!

"Everyone's been brainwashed. Your parents think you've been away at boarding school. But they've taken you out of it because that means more money for the business." Of course. "You'll be a new kid in the fourth grade. Now, all you need to do is have Craig kiss you, and you'll be a boy again." My brain felt like it had just stabbed with a sword.

"WHAT THE FUCK! THAT'S WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE! DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH PRESSURE THIS IS!? THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF PRESSURE! I CAN'T KEEP SECRETS LIKE THIS!" I screamed, feeling more agitated than a boiling kettle.

"Don't worry, we have total faith in you. You've also got a new wardrobe, so don't worry about clothes. Now, any questions?"

"Why a kiss? That's Disney as shit."

"Hey! Us underpants gnomes are romantics at heart." I glared at them.

"W-Why am I the chic?" I eventually said, slightly calmer.

"You just are, okay? Don't question it. Craig is the seme. You're the uke. That's means you're the chic."

"Isn't that sexist on some level? And why do I have long hair?"

"We thought you'd look better that way. Now, we've really got to leave. Underpants to collect. Places to go." They then collectively left through the mouse hole. I was left twitching in front of the mirror. How am I ever going to manage this? I breath deeply for a couple minutes. I'm sure I can work something out if the whole Craig thing fails. But Craig... How on earth am I meant to seduce him?

I decide to distract myself by picking an outfit. Oh God, what the fuck do girls wear? What would Craig like? I have no idea! Eventually, I go with an innocent look, as anything else would be way too much pressure.

The underpants gnomes really have left some revealing outfits. They make me want to puke. I choose on a nice pale green top with little sleeves that cut off near the top of my arms. It hugs my figure nicely and it's quite cosy. I put a yellow leather jacket on over it. Then, a pair of black nylon tights, with a light pastel blue skater skirt, which almost touches my knees. Having choosen a cute pair of green sneakers I decide to head downstairs.

I need coffee, now, as everything is stressing me out way too much. As I walk to the kitchen, I see a couple pictures of me. Pretty much exactly the same as they were when I was a guy, except obviously I'm now female in them. However, all the fanart of me and Craig is just gone! I wonder if the underpants gnomes deliberately got rid of it, or if that's just a by-product of turning me into a girl and brainwashing everyone.

I guess everyone will be back to thinking Craig is straight? I figure it's best not to dwell on it, and I have some coffee. Feeling a little calmer, I think about the day ahead. I can do this. I just need to talk to Craig. I guess the girls as well. I'm going to need some friends. Nichole's really nice, maybe I can become friends with her.

I look up at the clock, and I realise it's almost time to leave for school. I thought I had tonnes of time! I rush around collecting a few things, and then dash out the door. Speed walking to school feels weird without Craig. I wonder if he feels weird too. Does he notice a difference without me? Does his hand feel empty too?

When I eventually get to school, I power walk to where Craig's gang usually hang out. Luckily, they're there as usual, and as I'm walking up to them, I catch a little of the conversation.

"Craig, are you alright? You're not looking so good man," asked Token.

"Not really. I feel like shit. Something's not right about today, and I can't put my finger on it. I feel as though some part of me is missing? It's really weird." A sort of warm feeling spreads through me. Craig misses me on some level.

"Usually, I'd call you crazy. But our group's missing something today. I can't quite put my finger on it," responds Token. The other guys nod. I smile.

At this point, I've reached the boys. What the fuck do I say! "Um, h-hello. S-Sorry to interrupt. I-I was j-just wondering if you guys are fourth graders? I-I'm new and I d-don't know where I'm going." Craig was full on staring at me. Completely speechless. I really couldn't tell if that was a good or a bad thing.

"Well hello, gorgeous. Yes, we are. Want me to accompany you to class?" said Clyde with a wink. So much cringe. Why Clyde? Why are you this way? Craig looked enraged like he was ready to tackle Clyde to the ground. Token and Jimmy just looked unimpressed. Personally, I'd started twitching ten-fold.

"C-Clyde, s-s-stop being s-such a cr- a, cr-cr-cre, a cr-cr-cr-cre. C-Clyde, stop being such a creep. You're st-stressing her out." His cheeks were a little red as well. Are all of my friends attracted to me?! What the fuck?! Even Token is! He's full on ogling! However, he won't do anything as he just got back with Nichole, thank God.

"Ignore Clyde. He's a special kind of weird," said Token, facepalming. Clyde pouted. I found myself smiling for the first time today. I'm glad my friends still bring a sense of normalcy. Apart from Craig, who's still stressing me out a little. His stare is so intense! "I'm Token, the guy who thinks he's hot is Clyde. That's Jimmy and Mr creepy stare is Craig," said Token elbowing Craig, who blinked and looked as though he'd been taken out of a trance.

"Hello," I said with a little wave. God, it is so weird to introduce myself, "I'm Tee." I thought of saying Tweek; I mean, it could work for both genders, but it didn't seem quite right.

"Tee?" said Token sounding confused.

"Short for Tweek, and anyway your name is Token," I said with a smile.

"Touché, come on, we'll show you to class." On the way there, we passed the Asian girls. They all looked confused and miserable. I almost felt bad. Almost. They were staring at the empty pads of paper in front of them. Distraught, as if their lives had lost all meaning.

Just then, Stan and them guys started walking past the depressed yaoi artists. Stan was carrying a precariously massive stack of paper.

"Dude, that's too much for one guy to carry! Give us some of it!" demanded Kyle.

"It's okay, it's okay. I got this, I was told to carry this and-" Stan tripped. The papers flew up into the air. Quick as a flash, Kyle had caught Stan; they were kind of in that position people get into at the end of a tango where they look like they're going to kiss. Cartman was laughing his face off, and Kenny and Butters were frantically catching and collecting the dropped paper. Stan and Kyle seemed almost locked in position for a second, until Kyle pulled Stan back up. Stan then proceeded to give Kyle a quick hug.

"Dude, thanks for that! I guess I did need a little help," he said sheepishly.

"No problem! I'll always be here to catch you and your red poof-ball hat," said Kyle with a grin. They were both, however, a little red.

"Oh my God, you are both such fucking fags," sighed Cartman, sounding very done.

"Shut up fatass!" snapped Kyle quick as a shot. They then distributed the paper out even amongst themselves, except for Cartman, who refused to carry any. And then walked on off. They didn't even notice that we'd been watching them with mild interest, or the Asian girls behind them who had been intensely watching the scene, like their lives depended on it. Their faces had lit up like Christmas trees, and they were already furiously scratching pens down across paper. Uh oh. At least I don't have to deal with this this time.

I hurried off after the guys who were making their way to class. But before going in, we bumped into Nichole.

"Hey babe!" said Token, his face lighting up. They are so cute together!

Babe... Craig usually calls me that. I guess he won't be for a while, or probably ever again.

Geez, I need to get a hold of myself!

"Hey Token!" said Nichole with a large smile. Token just stared at her adoringly for a minute, until he realised the rest of us were still there.

"Oh, babe! This is Tee, she's new." Nichole looked over at me, and gave me a warm smile.

"Hey! I'm Nichole."

"H-Hi I'm Tee."

"Oh my God! You're so pretty! You've got to tell me what foundation you're using."

"I'm, um, not actually wearing any makeup," I said gingerly.

"Girl, seriously! Get out! Come on, I'll introduce you to the others!" she said grabbing my hand, and dragging me inside.

I was soon surrounded by girls. They all seemed really hostile towards me. However, somehow, I managed to keep up with their conversation. Honestly, no idea how I managed. Fortunately, the teacher came in soon after, so I was spared too much interrogation.

The day seemed to kind of whiz by. Luckily, that meant going home quickly. I'd just started my walk home, when I heard a familiar emotionless voice yelling after me.

"Hey! Wait up!" I immediately turned around grinning, as Craig quickly ran to catch up. I almost put out my hand for him to take, but somehow stopped myself. Force of habit. The whole idea made me feel sad and empty.

Soon, we were strolling together. "I, er, just wanted to apologise for this morning. Token thinks I really freaked you out. I just wanted to explain I wasn't trying to be a creep." I smiled up at him, and I could actually observe the process of his cheeks turning red.

"That's okay. I wasn't really f-freaked out. It was just a little i-intense is all. Was there any particular reason why you were staring?" I asked, genuinely quite curious, and also quite glad I was keeping the stuttering to a minimum. I mean, I usually can around Craig anyway, so it's good that stayed the same at least. Craig's cheeks went redder. Is Craig Tucker embarrassed? Craig does not get embarrassed! That is not something that he lets happen. I almost ended up letting out some stressed out squeals.

"I, well, I'm having a pretty weird day. Something's not quite right and you, you- never mind. I, just, um. You probably get this a lot, but you're really pretty," said Craig, now tomato level red. I was probably somewhere off the spectrum, on some level of red not visible to the naked eye. Is this how he is around all girls? I thought he was meant to be Mr I don't give a fuck.

We'd reached my house, and I opened the gate. I turned around to say goodbye, but Craig was already sprinting off towards his own house. My cheeks were still burning, as I went inside.

"Ah, hello Tweek. How was your first day of school? Was it like a warm hug engulfing you like one of our cups of coffee?" asked Dad as I walked in.

"Gah! Um, good, I g-guess."

"Have some coffee," said Dad pointing to the kitchen. "So, when were you going to tell me about the Tucker boy?" asked Dad, not looking up from his newspaper.

"Gah! W-What! What do you mean!" What does he mean? We're not together!

"Well, he was outside, he looked really intoxicated by you."

"Gah, rrr! Dad! W-Why do you have to say the weirdest things!" I growled, getting seriously stressed out.

"Tweek, Tweek. Calm down. Go find your fidget spinner." I glared at the back of my Dad's head and headed upstairs with the coffee I'd made.

I drank my coffee, as I stared at my dresser. There was a bunch of makeup on top of it. I guess gnomes think of everything, huh. Instead of practicing the piano, or building some Lego, I found myself looking up some makeup tutorials online. If I'm going to survive, I have to fit in.

It was hard at first, as my hands kept shaking, and makeup went everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Soon though, I got the hang of at least the bare basics. I didn't even realise time was passing so fast. I looked at my clock, 10:05. I guess it's time to get to sleep. I washed my face again, trying to get rid of the remaining make up. Then got ready for bed, and hit the hay.

I lay in bed thinking for a while with my eyes closed. Craig... I've liked him for real for a while now. I wanted to tell him, but I was too scared. And now, I'm in this mess. It's just making me doubt myself though. Before today, I was quite sure Craig maybe liked me back. But if he did, he'd act like he does when I'm a girl, right? I guess he really is straight. This whole situation is going to completely ruin everything! When I've turned back into a boy after he's kissed me, Craig will never want to speak to me again. I mean, he'll probably be repulsed. I basically will have tricked him. It'll ruin our friendship, and I don't know if I can handle that.

I guess I have no choice though. I feel uncomfortable in this body; it's lovely, but I'm not a girl. I'm a guy. Tears sting the corner of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I have to be strong. Somehow, I'll get through this. After a while, I fall into a deep and uneasy sleep.

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Hey guys~ I bet you read this like where is the Style?! But then you were like ohhhhhh. It's like a double whammy! So, this is going to be a three parter. Meaning the title of the book is basically redundant at this point. It should probably be renamed Stylish One-shots kinda, sorta, except not really.  

I could have made it a oner, but then it would have been over 9000 words, and my editor died trying to read the whole thing, so it's his fault not all of it is out yet. I'm just kidding, he's still awesome. It's mainly that it's not entirely finished yet, but I wanted to publish something today.

Anyways, comments, requests and votes are always appreciated, and have an awesome day guys~