Heey! I know this story sounds strange…. Just came to me for some laughs, like 'OMG, what if Ponyboy was a chick? That would be halirious!' and thus, this was born. I would love reviews…. Hint hint. Also, this is BEFORE the Outsiders, so everyone is up and alive!

-Rose

I woke up shivering for some odd reason. I mean our house wasn't like a sauna or anything, but it sure wasn't like Alaska. Alaska, that's what this morning felt like.

I looked around the room, and saw that the window was open.

"Soda… you left the window open." I groaned, nudging a knocked out Sodapop next to me.

He was still asleep from last night's 'party'. He had snuck me with him to the Dingo with Steve, Dally, Two-bit, and Johnny. We knew Darry would kill us if he ever found us there, but he was working late so that worked out perfectly. Last night's events were a blur, but I did remember Dally trying his ways with this girl. She looked pretty average, with dark hair and eyes; I think her name was Sylvie or something. She acted like she wasn't interested in Dally, but it wasn't hard to tell that she was….

"Glory, it's c-cold." I stuttered, rubbing my arms. I noted my voice sounded higher and hoped I hadn't gotten a cold from the window being opened. There was just too much to worry about right now to add a cold to the list.

I stood up, and shuffled to the window, closing it shut. I knew Soda was forgetful, but this was a little much. But then again, Soda practically crashed the moment we stepped inside, I hadn't seen him open the window… So when would he have the time to do that? What if it was an intruder!

I decided to stop worrying and shower, it was awfully quiet and since Darry wasn't working today, I figured I was the first one awake. Great, I get to cook! Okay, I had to admit that my enthusiasm to cook caught me off guard. I hated cooking, why start now?

I rolled my eyes at my worry, I mean, why was I getting all worked up over cooking. I walked out of our room, frowning at how messy it was. Funny how I was beginning to recognize all this now, I was never a big neat freak, and our room wasn't really that messy. So why did it bug me like crazy?

In the bathroom, I got into the shower yawning, half asleep. The hot water woke me up and immediately, I felt all numbness from this morning's coldness, vanish. I reached for the shampoo, poured some in my hand and began to lather. That's when things got really strange.

Greasers were proud about their hair because we had a lot of it, but this was different. My hair was long, like really long. It kept going and going, I didn't know where the end was! My heart race increased, and I didn't know why. I guess I was just scared that my hair grew over night. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. Hair just didn't grow overnight, and I knew it.

"Calm Ponyboy, its just hair—" I stopped short, my voice, once again, sounding higher than before. My eyes popped opened, and what I saw nearly made me scream.

Now I may not be Einstein, but I'm 99.9% sure men don' have breast. Well, not like these!

"Get off!" I shrieked, hitting them under water. This had to be a dream, yeah, a dream. I must be seeing things; I must've drunk something last night that made me see things. Yeah, that's it.

I turned off the water and jumped out of the bathtub, grabbing my blue towel. After wrapping it… over my chest, I looked into the mirror. Yup, I had to be dreaming.

My hair… Oh my… Was so long, well long to me! It was a wet, tangled, curly mess that reached my elbows. It was still my reddish-brown color, but this wasn't like my hair, this was like my mom's hair, all long and thick! My eyes were still green-gray, to my displeasure, but they seemed bigger, with thicker, darker, eyelashes. My face was more round with softer features and thinner eyebrows. Everything about me seemed softer, gentler in a way. Feminine.

"Okay, stay calm…" I said in my shrill girl voice, "I'm still a boy, I can even prove it."

Just because I looked like a girl, didn't mean I had all the parts. All I needed was something that still proved me to be a boy, that showed this was all just a dream, and not punishment for going to the Dingo last night against Darry's wishes. Besides, wouldn't Sodapop be a girl too?

"On three. One… two…three!" I said, dropping the towel.

I looked down, not know what to expect. I guess I wanted to see the only part that really distinguished a girl from a boy. A boy can look like a girl right? But they have a part girls obviously do not. When I looked down, it wasn't there.

Now, I started screaming.

Okay, so this was really short… just wanted to get my idea out there for some humor, strangeness, I don't know….. For fun really! So should I continue or just stop? If I continue, the gang is in the next chapter! Review please! If you have time I mean…