Padfootlet: this…slightly amusing yet disturbing thought popped into my head while talking to my friend Liz-chan…so…here I am writing it….much to her encouragement…

Disclaimer: Well…if I did own it I know that I wouldn't have made the girl characters so damn annoying…and it would also be one big Yaoi fest.

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"Ugh! I can't find anything to wear!" Hilary's voice sounded through the hotel room, as she threw more clothes out of her suitcase in frustration. Once the suitcase was completely empty, she stood up and looked around her room critically, with her hands resting on her hips. "Great now I have this mess to clean up and I still don't know what to wear for tonight's dinner with everyone!"

Tyson chose that moment to rudely burst into her room, taking no mind that he was standing on an expensive skirt Hilary had just bought a few days ago. "Hilary…"

"What is it Tyson?" She asked, sounding annoyed, as she threw her clothes back in her suitcase.

"Do you think I should get a sex change?"

Hilary froze as she bent over to pick up one of her (many) pink shirts, before she fell over on her back and started to laugh hysterically.

Tyson puffed out his cheeks. "I'm serious!" He exclaimed, brandishing the magazine that he held in his hand, in the air. "This magazine says that sex changes are pretty common and if you love someone of the same sex that is straight, if you get a sex change they won't have to worry about you being the same sex," he said, reading part of the paragraph to the still hysterical girl.

Finally, Hilary was able to control herself and sat up, still laughing somewhat. "Who (gasp) are you in love (laugh) with?"

Tyson grinned and twirled like a schoolgirl, a trace of pink appearing on his face. "The most incredible, sexiest, hottest, coolest, sex goddiest-"

"Sex goddiest?" Hilary interrupted him, raising an eyebrow. "Is that even a word?"

Tyson ignored her and continued his ramblings. "—Strong, silent, handsome, with those beautiful eyes, his—"

"Who are you talking about Tyson?" Hilary interrupted him, sounding thoroughly annoyed.

Tyson squealed like a schoolgirl again as hearts appeared in his eyes. "Who else! KAI!"

Hilary blinked again, before doubling over with laughter once more. "And…you think (gasp) that becoming a freak show is going to make him fall for you?"

Tyson huffed. "I will be a full-fledged lady if I get that procedure thank you very much poopie pants," he retorted childishly.

Hilary laughed again. "I don't think Kai would want to date you even if you were a chick by birth Tyson."

"And why's that!" The boy asked, angrily.

"Because you aren't exactly skinny, you're annoying, needy --"

"I am not fat!"

Hilary shrugged and stood up, still chuckling to herself, all the while muttering: "Last week he wanted to be a drag queen now a sex change? I wonder what it'll be next week."

Tyson heard her and replied: "Actually I was thinking about breast implants."

Hilary sweatdropped, and jabbed her index finger to the door. "Out, Tyson."

Sticking his tongue out, he left the room. "Fine…I bet Max will be supportive."

Hilary rolled her eyes and began to clean her room. Who knew Tyson was such a freak?

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Padfootlet: well…there's the first chapter! Next to come…MAXIE! And don't forget to review!