Well, to say this morning wasn't the best morning for me is a complete understatement. I woke up as I normally did; not ready for school and too tired to even stand. I guess that was why I didn't notice it at first. The bumps on my chest, I mean. Also the curve of my hips, and my long, soft hair. It wasn't until I got into the bathroom and looked in the big mirror that I had realized what had happened to me.

'Oh shit' could not even come close to covering what I felt.

I remember grabbing at my boobs just to see if they were real, and prayed that I was just having a strange dream. Unfortunately, my hopes were crushed by reality kicking me in the face when my mom frantically knocked on the door to tell me to hurry up because breakfast was getting cold.

That was my second 'oh shit.'

Mom and dad had no idea that I was a girl, and I was 99% sure they would start to think weird things when I walked out of that bathroom in my tight fitting shirt. So, I did what any normal person would do in a situation like this.

I panicked and tried to fake sick.

Of course, mom, being a mom, didn't believe a word of it. "You're just using that higher pitched voice on purpose!" is what she said to me. And right at that moment I knew that I was screwed. I had barely anytime to even deal with this whole new development in my life because I was running late. What even was this? If I couldn't explain it, then I couldn't tell my parents about my, er, "condition," and now the entire school would find out about it too.

Mornings suck. But that one is by far the worst I've ever had.

By the time I got to school, it only got worse. My parents were already suspicious of me skipping breakfast and hurrying out the door, but to top it off, I ended up borrowing one of my dad's hoodies, since he's significantly larger than me (waist and chest wise at least). All the while, thoughts were running rapidly in my head.

I hope to god no one notices.

This hoodie is way too suspicious, isn't it?

How long will this last?

Will I be stuck like this forever?

That last thought stopped me in my tracks. No. I cannot be stuck like this forever. Please don't let that happen. I decided to quicken my pace past Connie and Marco, who usually wait for me in the mornings. I prayed they wouldn't notice that it was me, but as luck would have it, they did.

"Jean? Is that you?" Connie called out.

Shit.

"Where are you going in such a rush? And why are you wearing a giant hoodie? You know Mr. Zacharius doesn't like it when kids leave their hoods up in class." Marco added. I nearly stopped in my tracks. Oh yeah. I almost forgot about him. Some of the teachers here are borderline batshit crazy, and Mr. Zacharius is one of them. Do you know what he did to us on the first day of school?

He sniffed us.

I wish I was lying, but it's true. And the reason why is because he wanted to track which of us would be "troublemakers" which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Hell, sometimes I think I can still feel his nose on my neck. But anyway, I knew I couldn't keep my hood up forever, but I also couldn't skip class because the office would alert my parents as soon as I got home. Plus Connie and Marco were now more worried than ever, and I could hear them start walking toward me. I sighed as I accepted my fate. I can't avoid people forever anyway, so I guess there was no point in keeping it a secret. I quickly turned around and tried to put on a smile while casually removing my hood.

"Sorry, I'm a little sick." I tried to say in the manliest voice I could. However, sounding manly was obviously not the issue for Marco and Connie, because right away they gasped at my appearance, and I knew I was screwed.

"Jean? What the hell happened? Did you suddenly get into cosplay? Or is it... something personal?" Connie tried to sputter out. I nearly groaned in frustration, but mostly because I was still nervous.

"No Connie, I am not planning on changing genders. In fact I'd say I'm way ahead of that already," Connie and Marco looked like they wanted to say something, but I quickly cut them off. "Listen, before you say anything, no, I have no clue how I changed into a girl. So please, let's try to keep this on the down-low, got it?" However, it seemed Connie didn't get it, for he just burst into laughter.

"Wow Jean, you almost had me there for a second! I thought you were completely serious! Who're you pranking? Is it Eren? Oh man, I bet his reaction would be priceless!" he yelled, still laughing. Marco was beginning to crack a smile too, and I was getting more and more paranoid. So, I did the only thing I could think of at the time.

I shoved my chest in his face.

It wasn't really that hard considering he was already at my chest level anyway, but oh god was it embarrassing. I had to say something to explain my actions.

"Connie! Feel them! They are real I swear!"

Looking back, that was possibly the most idiotic thing I have ever said in my life. However, it did justify my actions, and Connie, hearing the urgency in my voice, obliged. It was awkward, to say the least. He cupped them and felt around a bit, and even now it's embarrassing for me to admit that it actually didn't feel too bad. Luckily, the plan seemed to work. I could tell because of Connie's shocked surprised expression.

"Holy shit, these are real!"

"Jean, how did you change so fast?" Marco asked in disbelief.

"Like I told you, I don't know. It just happened over night!" The bell then suddenly rang out; our five minute warning. "Listen, Connie, I'll see you later. Marco, come to the bathroom with me before class. I need to do something before I go in."

"Uh, okay..." he said, then turned to Connie. "I guess I'll see you later." But all Connie could respond with was a dazed shrug and a wave. With that out of the way, I quickly pulled Marco down the hallway into the bathroom, and prayed that nobody was there. Luckily, nobody was there. I quickly grabbed out a pair of scissors (thank you Hanji for making us bring scissors on today out of all days) and handed them to Marco.

"Okay, make it quick!" I said, grabbing a handful of my hair and shoving it toward him. I needed to at least look normal for class, so everyone wasn't too suspicious. But Marco seemed horrified.

"Wh- hey wait a minute Jean! I can't do this! Even if I cut it short, it won't look close to your normal cut unless I use a razor, which we don't have!"

Oh yeah. I forgot about that. I heard the bell above us go off once again, signaling that we were now late for class. I sighed.

"Sorry for making you late Marco. Let's go." I guess Marco saw that I felt bad, because he tried to comfort me.

"It's fine Jean. Besides, your hair looks really nice anyway, and it'd be a shame to cut it." I stared at him for a bit, then laughed, causing him to laugh too. Man, he always knew how to cheer me up with his weird thoughts. But I knew that I wouldn't be cheered up for long, because my next challenge was coming: revealing myself to the rest of the school.

Sorry if the chapters turn out a bit short. I try my best :p Also, it's my first time writing in first person, so hopefully it doesn't suck too bad.