A/N: First of all, I have to thank Julia for giving me the idea at the end - she is truly amazing! (Thanks for not saying that it was absolutely horrible.)

Second, I know some of this (especially about the band part) really doesn't make sense; I was planning on writing a story about the start of Nico's band, but then this challenge was too good to pass up, and since I already made the characters, I just used them here.

Some of this is also really cliche and I'm sorry. :(

The name Vienne isn't actually a name - I made it up and I really like it. It sounds French though, doesn't it? :) And it's pretty.

Challenge #15 - Reverse, Reverse!

Plot: I was just a regular kid, in a regular school, in a regular city, and in a regular family. Keyword there? Was. One day I wake up and something really weird happens. I wake up in someone else's body. Oh no, but that's not all. This body? It belonged to my crush. What now?

Requirements:

1) Must be in first-person narrative.
2) Body-switch must be explained somehow.
3) Main character is forced to kiss someone that they're not attracted to, but their crush (whose body they inhabit) is currently dating.
4) Fashion faux-pas on both sides (i.e. guy-in-girl's-body wearing a skirt that's scandalously skimpy, not knowing how to walk in heels; girl-in-guy's-body wearing shirts that are way too tight, or shorts that are way too short).
5) Must show reactions
6) Must have bodies switched for at least a week.
7) Interaction with the family.

Optional:

1) Showing the switch-back.
2) Rants from main character about how he/she doesn't understand the actions of his/her crush.

No:

1) Guys aren't all the same, girls. Girls aren't all the same, guys. Stay far, far away from heavily stereotypical behavior.
2) Point of views from the crush.

Prologue: Guinea Pigs

"Vi! VI! VIENNE!" My sixteen-year-old brother Nico shouted upstairs. "We want food! Popcorn, if you will," he added after a second thought.

I slammed my book down. Sorry, Jane Austen, I noted regrettably. "Nico!" I screamed back. "How many times do I have to tell you? Salty foods are not good when people are going to be singing! Not that they would be good anyways."

I could picture him rolling his eyes. Yes, I, Vienne Durousseau, fifteen-year-old sister to Nico Durousseau, was a health food freak.

Well, someone had to be. Someone had to be responsible for the five guys that were always nosing around the house when my parents were at work. Not that they would stop coming over even if my parents were here, but at least they wouldn't demand that the little sister bring them food.

These five, including my brother, six, "nosy" guys completed this band called Hex-xeD. They formed the band two years ago when my lecherous brother and his lousy friends, who are actually pretty awesome, if not slightly strange, decided that they should combine their talents to form a band.

They weren't just a regular band however. Regular bands had lead singers. No, they decided that they would each sing a solo at every performance. Sometimes there were multiple solos in a song; sometimes the solos would be distributed over several songs. The point was, they could all sing, and they all did.

Heck, they were probably the best teenage musicians I've ever known.

What's more, they listened to their favorite songs by other bands and rearranged them so that they could sing it. If that didn't take talent, I wouldn't know what did. I mean, they did make up their own songs, but this was an added twist that made them distinguished from other student bands at our school.

The reason that they decided on the name Hex-xeD was that they wanted to incorporate the fact that there were six of them, and the prefix for six in Latin is "Hex-," and… we won't even go over what the prefix for six in Roman is. The other extreme coincidence was that most of them knew each other before pre-school, and all of their last names started with a D.

The ridiculous capitalized D at the end of Hex-xeD specifically stands for that D.

Really, Nico was probably one of my favorite people in the whole world. His quirky friends were my life. However, sometimes they could be slightly… interesting. That sounded like an okay word to describe them.

There was Nico, my rather boring but very lovable brother who played the bass guitar, James, his slightly introverted best friend but the sweetest thing who was the drummer, David, the "Asian," as he liked to refer to himself, who was a bit of a flirt but still a gentleman, if that was possible (he played the keyboard), Liam, James' confident but mysterious cousin who played the rhythm guitar, and Aidan and Blaise, the fraternal twins, who played the lead guitar and turntable, respectively.

It was understandable how one could make the mistake of thinking they were identical twins. As far as siblings go, they really did look alike. They both had the same shade of brown hair and light eyes; although, Aidan had blue eyes and Blaise's were a hazel green. In theory, identical twins would also have completely different personalities, which was obvious enough. Aidan was the athletic flirt (he and David do correspond together so well) and Blaise… oh, Blaise. He was the genius.

Okay, so sometimes he could be a total jerk with his sarcasm, but Nico once told me that the only reason he was so cynical was because he had to deal with the likings of Aidan, who tended to be a little immature at times. That was quite reasonable.

He was so perfect with his ruffled brown hair and hazel green eyes…

I had a tiny – okay, huge – crush on him.

It never used to be like this. I used to be like one of the guys. That was until a little thing called puberty decided to get its little friends to gang up on me and voilà! What do you know? I started to notice that boys, specifically my brother's friends, were attractive.

Oh, yes, indeed. They were very attractive.

My best friend Charlotte was always pondering what made guys so mysterious. I used to scoff at what she said and disregarded the fact that boys really could be intriguing.

A couple of years after she said it, I started wondering the exact same thing.

Speak of the devil, I thought, when my cell phone started beeping. I answered, knowing who was on the other line. "Hey, Charlotte."

"Vi, I've found something! There's this book, and – and –" she jabbered excitedly.

I sighed. Charlotte Montgomery had been my best friend since kindergarten. She was really into superstitious things, such as voodoo and magic. No doubt that she had found something else that she wanted to share. Since I had been through so many tight spots before, I just had to put up with it. It had had its entertaining moments, after all.

She continued to chatter animatedly about something she found in the many books that she read, so I asked, "Do you want to meet somewhere? It might be easier to talk in person."

"Yes, yes!" she squealed. "The roof of your garage?"

The roof was where we always met to have these "meetings" of ours. I never understood why we couldn't just go to my room or her house, but she said she didn't want anyone to overhear our conversations, including the boys and her many siblings. "Sure," I replied.

A little while later, I saw Charlotte's dark brown locks bouncing up my driveway. She was the exact image of a Victorian era duchess, even in blue jeans and a light jacket in the early autumn evening air. She was the classic pretty friend. How cliché.

"Vienne!" she called loudly as she climbed up the ladder to the rooftop, due to the fact that a certain band was bashing their drum set. "I've found the answer to our prayers!"

"Our prayers?" I questioned. Now what have we been praying about, I wondered.

She flipped open her book with a flashlight. "We've been wondering for ages why guys act the way they do. Well, okay," she glanced at my incredulous look. "I've been wondering for ages. I know, I know—," she shot me a look telling me to be silent, "—you think you know a lot about them since you have your brother and all, but not all boys are the same!"

Valid point. "So what has this got to do with that book of yours?" I stared at the page she book marked. Knowing the Secrets of the Opposite Gender. Oh, boy. This couldn't be too good.

"Anyway, well it says here that in order to know the secrets of the opposite gender," she looked down, "a spell must be performed."

I refrained from snorting, because Charlotte always said this whenever she wanted to tell me about a spell. It had happened a countless number of times, so I learned to deal with it. I nodded for her to go on.

"There has to be two parties who are interested… I'm assuming a boy and a girl, because we're learning about the opposite gender, not the same gender…" she trailed off and looked up at me. We stared at each other for a long moment as this information sunk into our brains before we finally broke and started shouting at each other.

"You!" I jumped up from my seated position and pointed. "You, you, you!"

At the same time, Charlotte had shined her flashlight directly in my eyes and said, "It's gonna be you, buster!" Since I was temporarily blinded, all I could do was squint my eyes and point aimlessly. "Ha, I win," she smiled triumphantly.

My inner child stomped her feet and pouted. "Fine," I said, defeated. I wasn't too worried, because Charlotte's spells never worked, anyway. "What do I have to do?"

She grinned mischievously. "First," she whispered in Mission: Impossible mode, "we have to find a boy who wants to know more about girls. And we've got quite a supply," she looked down and caught my eye, "right below."

I frowned. "We're going to use one of the band members as a guinea pig?" This concept couldn't be good – didn't we need people's permission before using them in some… tacky experiment?

"Hey!" Charlotte protested. "Don't refer to yourself as a guinea pig!" Oh, right. I had to be the one doing this awful thing. "Shh, hurry." She quietly climbed down the ladder and jumped next to the opening of our garage. I quickly followed.

Our garage was a normal sized, two-car garage. Aside from Blaise's turntable that remained a resident in it due to the fact his father was a musician and had an extra at home, it also contained a couch, bikes and other items that we didn't have a place for in our house. The only reason we didn't use the garage was because it wasn't connected to the house and we had a small pavilion that was, ensuring an easy way to get to the cars and protection from the weather. My parents allowed Nico's band to rehearse here mostly because it was originally Nico's idea to form a band and we weren't using it anyway. Besides, it was pretty much soundproof so the neighbors didn't complain.

Did I mention they also had a television in there? Apparently they needed it for the band to record and review their "on-stage personas" and their "choreography" (come on, how much choreography can you do when all of your band members are playing their respective instruments?) but they mostly watched movies when they weren't practicing and hung out. "Guy-stuff," they called it.

Charlotte hunched down, and I copied her. "So, what are we waiting for?" She was acting like a spy – it was making me nervous.

"Shh!" she turned to give me a fierce look. I pretended to zip my mouth and then watched silently for what came next. "Ooh, here comes one!" she bounced excitedly.

A figure stepped outside and our driveway light flashed. At first, I didn't hear much, but there was an unmistakable male voice whispering sternly, "Look, babe, I have to go. Guy stuff. Well, talk to you later, 'kay?" and he hung up. It was Aidan. He shook his head. "Girls, man, what's their problem?" A second voice laughed.

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a player, you'd understand them better," Blaise walked forward into the light and said condescendingly. "But I second that, dear brother. I'd like to understand them better myself," he admitted.

"Bro, you have a girlfriend! You should understand them!" Aidan accused.

Blaise shrugged. "Yeah, but Helen isn't every girl. It'd be nice to understand them all, you know?"

Charlotte turned around and smiled knowingly. "I think we've found our boy!"

I was really slow at times, so it took a moment to weave itself into my brain.

What? Blaise? Blaise Doyle? Twin of Aidan? She had got to be kidding me. "You can't use Blaise!" My voice sounded harsh, but she absolutely couldn't! She knew I liked him!

"What?" Charlotte blinked innocently. "It's perfect! You like him, and you will learn more about him! And if he learns more about you, maybe he'll dump that girlfriend of his and fall in love with you!" her eyes twinkled.

I whimpered. The thought of him liking me back did excite me, but I didn't know if I wanted to go through with this. I pouted. "Fine," I finally gave in after a moment. Charlotte had been with me through a lot of times, so it was the least I could do to satisfy her… charms.

"Yay!" she clapped. "Don't worry, honey, nothing bad will happen."

Right. Of course. Because her charms never worked. Ever.