Chapter 2: Whoever Said Change is a Good This Is an Asshole

(Jake)

The second time I woke up, I sat up immediately, and hopped out of bed, pleased that I wasn't sore anymore. I glanced down at my chest, warily. They were still there.

A sudden revelation came to me, and I stuck my hand down the pajama pants someone had dressed me in.

I would've screamed if any sound would come out.

Doc Cullen was there in a flash, followed by the Pixie Vamp and the mopey one that was her mate.

"Are you alright, Jacob?" He asked sympathetically.

I glared, and almost wished Edward was here, so someone could tell I was cursing at him.

Dammit, why couldn't I talk?

The Pixie started giggling, and I realized my hand was still in my pants.

I growled, but pulled it out, my hands at my sides.

Carlisle reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and notepad, and handed it to me.

I took it, and quickly wrote "why can't I talk?" Before turning it to where he can see.

"I'm not entirely sure, Jacob, but I think it has to do with you becoming a girl."

I only wrote a question mark this time, and showed it to him again.

"It's like you're going through puberty again. Your body is changing, but instead of you voice getting deeper, it's likely getting higher. Your vocal chords have to completely rework themselves, so I'm not surprised you can't speak yet. Maybe tomorrow, since you heal quickly."

I really, really did not like that answer. I was going to sound like a girl too?!

I barely resisted the urge to throw the notebook at Doc Cullen's face. He might have been a vamp, but he was a decent guy, he was just trying to help. But I was still pissed.

Anger rolled off me in waves, until I could feel the shakes coming on, but suddenly an almost oppressive feeling of calm washed over me. It felt like it was coming from the Mopey Vamp, who was staring at me intently.

"Jacob," Doc Cullen said.

"I know this must be very confusing for you. Is there any way you could contact your family? I'm sure they're worried for you."

I wrote down my house phone number, and handed the pad back to him.

He took it, and nodded.

"I'll contact them immediately, in the meantime, would you like something to eat?"

It was like he'd said the magic words.

How could a creature that doesn't even eat cook better than me? Hell, better than anyone who'd ever cooked for me. Momma Vamp put Emily to shame.

Even worse, I'd eat anything she fucking gave me if she kept looking so…ecstatic. Like me eating her food was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She'd probably crying in happiness too, but I don't think Vampires /can/ cry.

But damn. If she was Satan, I don't think I'd think twice about selling my soul over these goddamn pancakes.

The phone rang once, twice, three times, before someone picked up.

A gruff voice answered.

"This is Billy."

"Mr. Black, this is Carlisle Cullen," Carlisle responded, with the utmost respect.

The line was silent for the longest, but then,

"You have Jacob, don't you?" He asked, although he sounded as if he already knew the answer.

"Yes, she's confused but alright," he said meaningfully. The line went silent again.

"...I see," the Elder Black finally responded.

"Have you explained the situation?"

"I didn't think it was my place."

"You're right on that account. She'd probably rip your boy's dick off," he said bluntly.

The Quileute man sighed into the receiver.

"I'll be there. "

(Jake)

"Alice, please get Jacob some clothes, his pack will be arriving in a minute," Doc said when he walked back down the stairs. I flinched.

Fuck.

What were the guys going to say?

Alice nodded tossing me a baggy shirt to wear in the meantime. I pulled it over my head, (doing my best to ignore the fact that it smelled just like Edward, and must have been his) and stood up from the bed. Alice grabbed my hand, and I let myself be pulled out of the room.

We passed two doors, and at the third walked into a bedroom that looked more like a five star hotel room. There was a full mirror in the corner, and despite. myself, I walked over to look. Standing half naked in front of the mirror, I realized that Emmett was right. I was pretty hot. I wasn't tall anymore- at least, not by wolf standards, but my legs were long and lean, and I was taller than Alice by a good three inches. My hips were wider than hers too, and I had what Rebecca and Rachel always called an hourglass figure. "I'll just get you some shorts and a tank top I guess, no point in getting dressed up for some dogs," she said, and I rolled my eyes.

"There's no telling your bra size, so hopefully this will work," she said, handing me a lacy pink bra that, to be honest, looked too small for me anyways. She caught my expression, and rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm a 34C , you're at least a D, it's the best I can do on such short notice. Do you know how to put it on?"

Oh hell no.

"I am not putting that on," I said, backing away.

"Come on Jacob, you'll regret not having anything supporting those things. And besides, it's not nice to go without one in public," she lectured, coming closer as she spoke.

"Get the hell away from me with that, I'm not wearing it!" I shouted.

"Don't be unreasonable!"

I bolted, trying to get through the door before she could grab me, but she managed to yank my t shirt over my head as I passed. I snatched it back and sprinted out the bedroom door, only to slam into a person, a person who I knew instinctively, because I'd just been wearing his shirt, a shirt that was currently on the ground and not doing a very good job of covering my newly acquired boobs.

Newly acquired boobs that he was /staring at/.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

Alice was smirking at me when I sprinted back into her room.

"I'm still not wearing a damn bra," I huffed.

She tossed a blue tank top at me, it looked like someone threw up sequins all over it and a name brand logo I didn't recognize, although I was sure that meant it was expensive. The shorts were ridiculous; they barely covered my ass, and with the shirt on you could barely tell I was wearing them at all. I blinked once, twice, then ripped them off and threw them into a corner.

The pixie vamp snorted. "Pup, those are the least attractive things I own. Unless you're okay with meeting with your pack in your birthday suit, you'll get over it." I growled quietly, but instead of looking fearful or even annoyed, she smirked at me.

"Well then, missy, what do you want to wear?"

She asked, gesturing towards the massive closet.

With a glare, I stomped inside, inwardly terrified of the endless racks and shelves and drawers. How did any one person even wear all of this in a lifetime? I wondered. But then I saw that several racks of clothes still had their tags on them.

I snorted.

Rich people.

I ended up finding a pair of jeans that fit, I guess. Apparently having pants that cut off circulation is acceptable for girls. Forget that they were rubbing against my crotch just enough to remind me that I was seriously missing some pretty damn important parts.

I took the liberty of keeping the shirt they'd given me earlier, even when Pixie Vamp said I looked like I was wearing a bed sheet. Considering Sparkle Dicks reaction earlier, it was probably a fucking good thing.

Yay! Another Chapter! I actually had forgotten I already had this written out! I could've gotten it out so much faster if I hadn't tried writing it over!