(AN: Wow, I can't tell you how thrillified I am to see the reaction to this story, and I've only got one chapter out! You've given me lots of inspiration to keep going, thank you very much!)

(Warning, there's a bit of suggestive dialogue in this chapter: nothing to write home about, though. lol. Also, how should I refer to our characters? So far, I call them by their opposite name [Elphaba is called Galinda, and so forth], but that's gonna get confusifying, won't it? Any suggestions?)

First Day

The morning wore on, with the first classes the girls were to attend fast approaching, and yet they were still in their dorm-room. They were getting themselves together, ready to face the day and its troubles in each other's bodies. Well, as far as the green girl, trapped inside Galinda's tiny body, she was milling through her room-mate's wardrobe, stuffed nigh on to bursting with dresses, hand-bags and shoes of all shapes and colors.

Galinda herself, meanwhile, was examining the tall, green-skinned body she was currently inhabiting.

"I never realized how tall you are, Elphie!" the green girl exclaimed, looking down at the floor. The blond wasn't paying attention, she was looking at the sea of clothes her room-mate possessed.

"Don't you have anything darker?" the blond asked, but her room-mate, Galinda in Elphaba's body, was paying attention to nothing save for her reflection.

"Sweet Oz, Elphaba!" the green girl exclaimed, clutching her chest. "You're almost flat!"

"Thanks a lot!" the blond returned. Looking back, she noticed what her room-mate was doing. "Galinda, will you take your hands off my breasts!"

Galinda, in Elphaba's body, removed her hands and her face flushed a light color of violet.

"What are you doing, Elphie?" the green girl asked.

"Getting dressed," the blond sighed. "We'll have to try and figure this out on our free time, we still have classes to attend." She groaned in frustration again. "Do you have anything darker?"

At the exact same time, the green girl asked: "Do you have anything brighter?"

"No!" they both replied, as if on cue.

"I am so not leaving this room in one of your drabilocious blue frocks!" the green girl stated.

Galinda, meanwhile, picked out the white uniform skirt, blouse and matching jacket that she had seen Galinda wear on the first day of school. White wasn't exactly Elphaba's favorite color, but it was better than light blue, light yellow and, Oz save her, pink! On the other side of the room, Elphaba was throwing on the only thing that Elphaba had that was not black: the 'drabilocious' blue frock.

"Okay," Galinda said to Elphaba. "Listen, here's my agenda book." She walked across the room to her side, and picked up a notebook which had the classes she took marked. "We only have two classes together: History and Madam Morrible's Sorcery lecture. I need to know which classes you've got."

Elphaba walked over to the pink bed and picked up a pink, furry notebook and handed it to Galinda.

"It's pink?" Galinda queried.

"Yes, what else?" Elphaba asked, flashing a smile that Galinda knew the green girl would never have shown. She then walked over to the wardrobe and gave an exasperated cry of shock.

"What's wrong, Galinda?" Galinda asked.

"You have only one pair of shoes!" Elphaba breathed. "And it's these hideocious soldier boots!"

"And all your shoes have ridiculously high heels!" Galinda exclaimed.

"You've never used heels before?" Elphaba asked.

Outside, the bell tolling the hour of nine sounded. Galinda swore, then grabbed a pair of white heels, her little hat, and the pink notebook in hand and left the room. Behind her, Elphaba said something about a white hand-bag and mascara.

Frantically, the tiny blond was making her way out of the women's dormitory, looking through the fuzzy pink notebook. Galinda's schedule, it seemed, was minimalistic at the very best. She only had Beautification and History as her two morning classes, with Public Relations in the afternoon and Sorcery once a week towards the evening. Talk about a light class load.

It suddenly dawned in Elphaba's mind that, apart from History and Morrible's Sorcery class, she didn't have a clue where Galinda's other two classes met. In the back of her mind, she believed that Galinda probably made a habit of showing up late or not at all, but, a lifetime of perfect attendance made it second nature for Elphaba to be right on time. This made her a bit frantic as she searched the tall, vine-draped school buildings.

"Galinda!" a voice called her name out loudly. She turned around to see who had called her, spun and tripped on her heel and fell flat on her rear. Just then, she saw a beaming face with a red cap appear above her: she recognized that youthful yet slavish expression anywhere.

"Sweet Oz, Galinda!" Boq exclaimed. "Here, let me help you up!"

In surprise, she did not accept Boq's hand immediately, but stared at it.

"What, what's wrong?" he asked.

"You...you really want to help me?" Galinda asked.

"Galinda," he returned. "You know I'd do anything in the world for you!"

She accepted his hand and he pulled her up to her feet, where she swayed uneasily on her heels.

"Thanks, Boq." she replied. Immediately she knew that she had misspoken, for Boq gasped in shock.

"You remembered my name!" he exclaimed gleefully.

Thinking quickly, she replied: "Come again, Bick?"

His expression faded to mild annoyance. "Never mind."

"Uh, listen," she replied. "I really have to go. I'm gonna be late for my first class."

"Well, here, I'll walk you there!" Boq offered.

"Uh, no thanks," she replied, feeling a little uncomfortable. "I, uh, I think I'll just go by myself." She began walking away.

"That way!" he pointed in the opposite direction.

"Beg your pardon?"

"I memorized your schedule," he replied. "That way I know whenever you've got a free period and we can meet. Your Beautification class is that way, second building on the left, first floor, classroom D."

"Thanks," she waved back at him and went on her way. She saw that Boq was still standing there, waving furiously in her direction whenever she as much as looked back at him. In her mind, she was starting to get a little concerned.

This can't be right, Elphaba thought. I need to talk to Galinda about this.

In the days of yore, Shiz University housed academic programs for the best and brightest of the students of Gilikin, or even the children of wealthy Munchkinlanders. As the years went by, more and more 'contemporary' or 'Ozmopolitan' classes were introduced to the Shiz curriculum. One of these was the Beautification class, which usually produced salonists and employers of the many beauty parlors in the Emerald City.

It was also the only class at Shiz that Elphaba ever sat through that made her feel like falling asleep.

In her mind, it was such a useless class, one that, in her mind, encouraged young girls to be superficial and have their lives revolve around the outer person. At the very least, it meant retaining the old stereotypes and keeping women in roles that weren't important. At the worst, it reinforced the "looks only matter" ideology that made her an outcast.

Fortunately, it was over before Elphaba, in Galinda's body that is, could storm out of it. Since she had a free period between now and History class, she made her way to the Library to get some studying done. As usual, heads were turning as she walked across the grounds of Shiz, but their expressions were different from what she was used to expecting. Instead of glares or amazed stares from those who could not comprehend that this girl was actually green, she saw admiration, adoration, even envy.

She went on her way, trying not to look back at them. This was what she wanted, deep down inside: she had always wanted to be normal, to be loved - even secretly dreamed that the Wizard might even be able to degreenify her. But this was not what she wanted, to be ogled and looked at in this way. It was more attention than she wanted, and that was saying a lot: for deep down inside, for every outward detail that was different between her and Galinda, she knew that they had many things in common.

Including the desire to be loved.

(AN: Was going to be longer, but it started to get tedious. There's bound to be more to this story than just a humorous little diddy, as you can see in this chapter.)

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