Jasper opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, relieved to see that it had finally stopped spinning. He slowly sat up to find that his pants were still mostly on, but unzipped and half way around his thighs, with his button up shirt wadded up in a ball next to him. "At least I managed to get my shoes off this time." He mumbled to himself. "I really need to go easy with the vodka on work nights." And it was a work day, he realized, searching for his phone to check the time. 10:23 am. He had 37 minutes to get to work.

He stumbled across his studio apartment to the shower, barely remembering to duck under the pipe that ran across the middle of the room. Now the room was spinning again. At least the water helped a little to make him feel a little more human. Being short on time, he only had time to rinse off and wet his hair before quickly toweling off and throwing on his work clothes, black pants and a company issued grey polo. Jasper knew his hair would be a frizzy mess in a few hours, but he didn't have time to worry about.

He grabbed his phone, keys and wallet, and ran up the stairs to the studio space he shared. Alice was already up and working, as usual, at the easel in the corner.

"Jasper! What the hell dude? You know your going to get fired if you keep running in late all the time!"

"Yeah, I know." He grumbled back. "I'm going. Driving today." And ran out the door, allowing it to slam loudly behind him.

It was unusual for Jasper to drive his car. It usually sat parked in the street as Jasper preferred to ride his bike most places instead. It was often faster, especially during rush hour traffic, and he never had to worry about gas prices or parking. Luckily the deli he worked in had a parking lot, and there was rarely traffic at 11 am.

He made it just in time, entering his code to into the time clock just before it clicked over. He walked behind the counter to find James glaring with his arms crossed.

"That was close Jasper. You know you're on a final warning." He said before walking away to his office.

Jasper sighed, and leaned against the counter as he looked over his prep list. It was going to be a long day.

"Eddie... Ed... Ed... Edward... Hey! Eddie! Wake up!"

"Sleeping... stop poking... Emmet!" He pulled the blankets up over his head, groaning as he rolled away from his brother and his obnixious poking finger. "5 more minutes."

"Dude, now. It's already 5:00. We need to get ready for the show." Emmet reminded him. "Don't make me drag you out of bed."

"Alright! I'm getting up!" Edward shouted, sitting up and throwing off his blankets. The last time Emmet had dragged him out of bed, he had thrown him outside on the front lawn. In the rain. Edward was definitely awake after that, but he didn't want to go through it again.

Edward got out of bed and went straight for the shower, nearly falling asleep again as the hot water ran down his back. He finally snapped awake as the hot water started to run out, and quickly finished soaping up and shampooing his hair. He dried off quickly and stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring his chest and muscular arms and shoulders. He wasn't egotistical about his looks, but was still caught off guard sometimes by how much his body had changed into the past 4 years. The scars on his chest had faded so much that they were nearly invisible, and his curvy hips had straightened out into a defined 6-pack, and he finally was able to grow a beard. Any one who didn't know that he had been born a woman, wasn't likely to guess it. He was still amazed by how much of a difference testosteone injections could make.

"Quit checking yourself out Ed!" Emmet yelled from the hallway, "The first band is here to set up!"

"I'm not!" Edward called back, before grabbing his pajama's and heading back to his room to get dressed.

Emmet watched his brother walk past, amazed at how built he had become. Edward was hot, and often had a line of girls, and sometimes boys, vying for his attention. He was surprised how easy it had become to see Edward, his brother, instead of Elizabeth, his sister. Edward was much happier now too, though he still had his private and withdrawn moods.