Well...Damn.

Staring at the mirror, again, one thought seemed to enter my mind.

I am going to start putting male and female clothing into my locker for just this problem.

Who the hell is so lucky that they turn into a male and a female in twenty four hours? Well, my dear audience, that would be me. Lucky number seven. Well, actually, my favorite number is actually number five, but what the hell, why not go with the flow?

Looking down at myself, I realized I was in a dilemma to end all dilemma's. I was wearing Mia's clothing. I was Christopher. I was in the girls bathroom, and said bathroom was right in the middle of the school.

What is a serial girl/boy shifter to do?

Hide in the bathroom all day?

Face the wolves?

Or....pretend to be delusional and go to all the classes and deal with the gossip?

Face my mother?

Ahh..the choices the choices one must deal with.

*****

Sitting in the middle of class, the teacher began talking about the project that we must have a partner for. I remembered assignment, I seriously thought that the teacher was kidding about that. She just droned on and on as the second hand of the clock ticked by.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

That gets very repetitive after awhile. As the sound seemed to vibrate through my brain, I thought of earlier, when Michael had said, "You're still mine." Wha the heck could he have been talking about? As Christpher, mayhap I should pick his brain..like a brain picker.

EWWWW....cannibals.

You know, they say though that human flesh is delicious, and is actually rather good for you. Hmm.....

BANG

Huih?

Looking up, I saw Michael just staring at me as he flopped down into a chair across from me, his books scattered across my desk.

"You are my new partner Chris. For this stupid assignment."

"Christpher. What assignment exactly?" I asked him.

"You are a huge space cadet aren't you?" You know..he said that more as a statement then he did as a question. I am offended. Humph.

"I am offended." Oh GOD. I didn't.

"About..?"

I did. Yup. Well..I'm not saying, but you know, "Deep down that really hurts Michael. I am crying on the inside. A space cadet? Now really. I am not a flying monkey."

Flying monkey? Ha. How funny. I wish I could have on as my pet, we could do marvelous things such as...

"Are you kidding?"

"Absolutely not. Why do you alway interupt my inner monoluge?" I said a little silently, still thinking about the flying monkey.

All of a sudden I hear laughter, deep and wonderful, I felt it through my body. Ahh, the chills.

"You're a strange one. Anyways, the assignment is on Hamlet. We have to put it into modern english and write a paper summerizing how if Hamlet was in today's world, how people would react to his mental state."

Are you for real?

I just stared at him with my mouth open.

"No I'm not kidding, and shut your mouth."

"Fine, whatever." I just stared at him for awhile before an idea struck me. Man to Man. Talking. Girls do it all the time. You know, like girl talk and stuff. Men should do it to. Right? We are guys....

"So, I saw you talking to that chick Mia this morning. Great ass she has, right?"

Okay..so my butt is my favorite part of me. I'm not modest in the least. Its awesome! I look great in a skirt.

After my inner monologue, I noticed that was looking at me with great distaste. His lips thinned out, and a slight glare was in his eyes.

"How do you know Mia?" he asked me, ice in his voice.

"Oh, well...we go way back. So, you guys good friends?"

At that, he seemed to back off. "No. We aren't."

"Okkaaayyyy...well her mom asked me to bring home her work for the past couple weeks since she has been missing so much school."

At that I snorted mentally. Damnit. Twice the work. And mommy dearest really DID ask me to bring her my work, her words were, "Darling, even if you are there physically as Christopher, they don't really know that MIA is there, so I don't want either of you NOT to graduate, so I called the school. Both of you will graduate so help me...." and then she went into a little rant. And you know what? I hate school.

All of a sudden my head flopped to the desk with a resounding bang, and I just let it lie there.

"Christpher, can I ask you a rather personal question?" Michael, out of the blue, suddenly asked.

"I think, you just asked me a personal quesiton. Remember, inner monoluge, you keep distracting me damn you."

Chuckeling, he said, "Why are you wearing female clothes?"

Oh. Damn. I forgot.

Sorry guys!! I'm going for a pilot. There are soo many rules!! It's crazy!!