Blaise was dizzy. No one else had this problem. Potter was a boy, even if he sometime got pregnant and had a child. Same for Draco. Pansy- a girl. Daphne-a girl. Hermione-a girl. Greg-boy. Crabb- boy. Fred- boy. The list went on and on. Only Blaise had to slip on a dress and be fully and only a girl in one story and then had to redress into trouser and shirt and transform into a boy for another tale. All day he or she jumped from FanFiction to FanFiction switching genders constantly based on each author's whim. Why couldn't J.K. have done a better job of affirming which gender he or she was? It was so frustrating not knowing! Blaise breathed deeply. Perhaps he or she should look at it as an honor? Afterall, what other character could play such varied parts in such a sincere way? If anyone else switched genders in a story it was part of the plot. Blaise was just Blaise, a girl in some stories; a boy in others. The toll of another story popping up on the Just In page rang in Blaise ear. Blaise sprang up, took the briefest moment to control the swirling feeling from the constant changes, then dashed to find out what gender awaited in the new tale.