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Switched
Chapter Two
Helga stumbled down the stairs, still screaming her lungs out, running as fast as she could to the bathroom without anyone in her family seeing her. She bombarded into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her as she entered, leaning against the sink to get a good look at her reflection. Her eyes widened as she realized her hair was not gone, but it had fallen out to a create a perfect boy's hairstyle. It looked as though it had been cut that way!
"What in the world is going on here?!" She screamed. Outside of her house, some pigeons scattered away.
Helga was in panic, she paced back and forth through the bathroom, running her fingers through her new hairdo. The hair had ceased falling out. Helga looked at her reflection again, trying to come up with some answers. Her eyes blinked as she realized some more very noticeable differences. Her facial features were less feminine, and her eyelashes were much shorter. They must have fallen out too. Suddenly, panic flooded into Helga's mind, as she slowly, hesitantly, reached for her crotch.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
*all of the pigeons in the city scatter away*
Helga made her way to the breakfast table, not dressed in her usual pink dress, but a pair of blue jeans and a large T-shirt. Her bra straps kept sliding off her shoulders; it didn't fit anymore. Atop her head was perched no longer a pink bow, but a green beanie she was hoping would hide her new hairstyle. Her parents didn't seem alarmed at all at Helga's new look. Then again, they rarely paid any attention to her anyway. Helga hoped no one at school would notice the changes either. There had to be a cure for this! Maybe she would stop by the potion shop on the way to school.
Not long after breakfast, the doorbell rang.
"T-that must be Phoebe." Helga said nervously, throwing down her silverware. She gasped and clutch her throat. 'Oh no! Even my voice is different! No problem, I'll just say that I have a soar throat and shouldn't talk today.' Without so much as a good-bye, Helga sped out of the kitchen and swung open the front door.
To Helga's surprise, it was not Phoebe that was standing there with her book bag and a cheery smile on her face, but a short, football headed boy with wild blond hair a hat perched atop his head.
"ARNOLD?!" Helga shouted in disbelief, forgetting about her less feminine voice. She clutched at her throat again before Arnold could react, and gestured to it.
"Oh, not feeling well Helga? Well, anyway, I just came to see if I can copy your Science notes from yesterday. Grandpa had to pick me up early for a dentist appointment." Helga's eyebrow raised. Arnold hadn't been there yesterday? She could have sworn she had heard Arnold's laughter among the other kids' voices. Well, good. Arnold didn't know about the frog incident.
Without saying another word, Helga grabbed her book bag from beside the doorway, and, balancing it on her knee, unzipped it and pulled out her science notes. She blushed, handing them to Arnold. Arnold accepted the notes, but blinked at her, utterly confused. No insults? No complaining? And what was with Helga's outfit?
"You...look...uh..different today, Helga," Arnold commented. Helga shrugged, trying desperately to avoid using her new voice. She grinned at Arnold, tucking a loose strand of hair back under her beanie.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around, Helga," Arnold said cheerfully, "thanks for the notes." He turned and walked down the steps off Helga's porch, turning walk in the direction of their school. Before Helga could even shut the front door, Phoebe came strolling up the sidewalk. She paused when she reached the bottom of the steps. She seemed stunned at Helga's appearance.
"Helga-wha-what's happened to you?" She stuttered. Helga frowned. If she could tell anyone she could tell Phoebe. Grabbing the front of Phoebe's dress, she dragged the small girl into the house and quickly up the stairs to her room. As Helga shut the door Phoebe adjusted her glasses, composing herself.
"Helga, why are you acting so strange?" Helga sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Phoebe, I've got a real problem." Helga said, not bothering the disguise her voice. Phoebe blinked.
"Helga, is there something wrong with your voice?" She asked innocently. Helga seared in rage.
"OF COURSE THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY VOICE PHOEBE, I'VE BEEN TURNED INTO A BOY BY THAT BLASTED FROG DNA! MY HAIR FELL OUT, THE LITTLE BIT OF CHEST I ONCE HAD HAS DISAPPEARED, AND-I-HAVE-A-PENIS!"
"Oh. That is a real problem, Helga."
To be Continued
Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long. You like? ^_^;;
