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-Rose

"Soda!" I shrieked, running out of the bathroom with a towel half hanging on me.

"Soda!" I tried again, near tears. This couldn't be happening; I hoped this was one of those awful nightmares I couldn't remember, because I certainly didn't want to remember this. Whatever 'this' was! I couldn't be a girl, it wasn't physically possible! I was a boy last night, why would God punish me? What did I do?

I opened the door to our room, and barged in. "Soda!" I cried, shaking his shoulders. He stirred a bit, but didn't wake up.

"Soda! Wake up!" I repeated in my shrill girl voice.

"Five more minutes…" he groaned. I frowned at him I did not have the time for this.

"Sodapop it's an emergency! Wake up now!" I said, slapping his arm. I never really was strong, but now I felt weaker than ever. My hands were small and thin like leaves and hardly had any strength. But to my relief, Sodapop opened his eyes,

"What is it Pony…" he stopped short after seeing me. None of us spoke for a second; he seemed a little shocked actually, like he was surprised to see me. But who wouldn't? I was a GIRL. I could hear my heart in my head, beating against my chest like drums. My palms were all sweaty from shock; I felt like I was having a heart attack… or was it a panic attack?

"Uh, wh-who are you and why are you... here?" Soda whispered. It was strange hearing Soda's voice so quiet, he usually was full of confidence, but right now, he just seemed dazed.

"What are you talking about? It's me – Ponyboy." I said. Sodapop looked even more confused,

"No… you're not – where's Ponyboy?" Now his voice was full of panic – which also wasn't like him. He usually wasn't the one who showed much confusion, but at this moment, he looked like he was in a dream.

"Hello? You're staring at me!" I said, waving my thin hands at his face. He flinched back, and fell out of the bed.

"Woah! Okay, I'm hoping this is a dream, so I'm gonna wake up now." He said, closing his eyes and pinching his arm. He opened his eyes again, and looked surprised to see me. He tried again a few more times, as I sat there on the bed frowning at him.

"You're not sleeping!" I snapped, after he pinched himself a good ten times. Sodapop stared back at me with a blank expression.

"Who are you!" he burst out.

"We've already been through this: Po-ny-boy." I said annoyed.

Sodapop nodded like he understood, "Okay, excuse me while I scream. DARRY!" he bellowed.

"No! Don't!" I said quickly, covering his mouth with my hand. Sodapop's screams were muffled, but not gone. Pretty soon, I heard a door open, and footsteps.

"What's going on… here…." Darry said, trailing on. I turned around, and glory, I never thought I'd see the day Darry would look so confused, it was almost funny.

None of us spoke for a minute, not that I wanted too. If I spoke, I'd probably scream "Somebody throw ice water on me!" Or something along the lines….

"Soda… you know the rules: No girls in your room." Was all Darry said.

Wait what? He thought I was one of those psychotic girls who followed him around at the DX? Great, even he didn't recognize me!

"Darry! I'm not a girl!"I protested, but my voice really didn't help me case here.

"Okay…?" he said, sounding like he wanted to get away.

"Darry, I didn't bring her in! She's crazy—no offense—she thinks she's Ponyboy!" Sodapop explained. Darry glanced at me, his eyebrow raised.

"Um, do you have anyone I can call to pick you up….?" Darry asked.

"Ponyboy! I'm Ponyboy, I swear!" I exclaimed. Sodapop and Darry exchanged unconvinced looks; in fact, they looked like they were going to call the fuzz.

"Wait, ask me anything! I'll be able to answer it, ask me!" I said. Darry frowned, but Soda seemed to think it was a good idea.

"What do we eat for breakfast?" Soda asked.

"Between your green pancakes and chocolate cake? I'd say eggs." I answered without hesitation.

"She's right!" Soda gasped.

Darry rolled his eyes, "Soda, any girl obsessed with you would know that. It just proves we need to start locking our door and giving the gang keys."

Soda seemed to process this, and furrowed his eyebrows, like he too was believing this.

"Wait! Ask me about the gang, I can answer that too." I begged.

Darry sighed, but gave in, "'What's Two-Bit's real name?"

"Keith," I replied.

"How old was Dally when he was first jailed?" Soda asked.

"Ten, he brags about it all the time!"

"Who's my best friend?" Soda continued.

"Duh, Steve, that's an easy one."

"Who's my—"

"Okay, that's enough Soda," Darry said interrupting, "Just because she shows basic knowledge, does not mean she's Ponyboy. I'm sorry, but you can either leave, or I'm going to have to call the police." Darry threatened.

"No! Please don't! I'm telling the truth, I'm Ponyboy—I can prove it!"

"You already tried." Darry said, turning away.

"No,listen: My name is Ponyboy Michael Curtis, I'm fourteen years old! Soda, come on, you know I wouldn't lie! Remember last week, you told me you wanted to ask this girl named Sandy out? How would anyone else know! And who else would know we went to the Dingo last night without Darry knowing? Huh? Me!" I said, hoping they would believe me.

"What? Pony and you went to the Dingo last night? Where is he, I need to talk to him!" Darry said, fighting to control his anger. I looked at Soda, anticipating a worried expression about getting in trouble, but instead, he was staring at me.

"You are Pony…" he whispered.

"Uh, yeah, I've been saying that for the last, let's see, five minutes!" I said sarcastically.

"Soda, quit playing around, this girl is obviously delusional." Darry said, forgetting about the whole Dingo thing.

"No, he's—she's… uh, Ponyboy's not. Only Ponyboy would know all about Sandy and the Dingo." Sodapop responded.

"Wait, so you guys really went to the Dingo?" Darry asked.

"Darry, this is serious! Ponyboy is a… a… uh, what exactly are you?" Soda said asking me.

I shrugged, "I'm gonna go with someone who started off with two 'Y' chromosomes, and now has an "X"."

Darry smacked his forehead with his palm, like he couldn't believe I was making a joke out of this crisis. Soda just looked plain confused,

"What do letters have to do with this?" he asked. Darry slapped his forehead again, looking like he wanted to leave while he was still sane.

"Nothing! Letters, chromosomes—none of this explains why you would even think for one moment that Ponyboy's a WOMAN." Darry said. I groaned, how he could still not believe when Soda just agreed that I was a girl!

"Darry, I know it seems impossible… but if that's not Ponyboy, then this girl needs a hobby—fast." Soda started, "Just look in his… her…. Whatever! Just look in Ponyboy's eyes, don't you see? It is him."

Darry looked like he was about to object, but from Soda's face, he knew he had no choice but to look. Darry came closer, and leaned over the bed to where I was sitting in my towel and stared at me. At first, he looked annoyed, like he much rather be in bed. But after a few seconds, a look of realization came into his eyes.

"You are Ponyboy…." He gasped, just like Soda had.

I frowned, "Yes, we've been over this several times. Now how do I get back to normal!"

I was seriously becoming aggravated, how could boys be so stupid? I mean, I told them dozens of times I was Ponyboy, and they STILL didn't believe me! Do I have to spell it out for them to notice? Boys….. Wait, I am a boy! Right?

"Ponyboy I don't know… maybe it'll go away overnight?" Darry said weakly. It was easy to tell he didn't believe his own advice.

"So I'm stuck like this?" I cried, my heart starting to race again. I felt my eyes begin to water; the thought of being a girl forever scared me more than any Socs. What did girls even do for fun? Cook? Clean? Gossip with their girlfriends? My life would be boring, doing the same thing over and over again. No more rumbles, no more football, just sewing and… and what?

"Don't worry honey," Soda said, wrapping his arms my thin shoulders, "Everything will be fine. We'll figure this out ."

I felt a little better at the thought of having Soda and Darry helping me, but I wasn't convinced they could do much. Who could possibly reverse this? A doctor? A shrink?

"How about you go dry yourself off and get dressed? Let Darry and I talk for a bit." Soda suggested, rubbing my tangled, wet hair. I pulled away from him and nodded, tugging my towel tighter to my now prominent chest.

I stood up slowly, passing Darry, who had a slight confused expression. I guess he was hoping this was some dream. He wasn't alone.

Once outside the room, I heard Darry and Soda begin whispering to each other. I felt a ping of curiosity go off in my head telling me to listen in. But something else told me I didn't want to know what they were saying.

As I headed towards the bathroom, I tried to think of what was going to happen after I was dressed. Would Darry and Soda have a solution? Would they have any clues to what caused this? What if they didn't even believe me and only wanted me gone to call the cops! No, they would never do that to me. But then again, I wasn't me.

Throughout the time I was thinking of all the crazy things that could happen to me, I didn't even realize that someone had entered the house, or that I was right about to run into that person.

"Ow!" I said, as I collided into the person's strong chest. The force brought us both down onto the hard, wood floor. Luckily, I held onto my towel, so it didn't fall off.

"Sorry Ponyboy I didn't… see you…." The person said. I looked up and smiled widely at the confused face,

"Johnny!" I exclaimed, "Oh, am I glad to see you!"

Johnny still had the lost expression on his face, but if I wanted to see any face right now, it had to be his, confused or not. But as I stared at him, a thought came up. How did he know I was Ponyboy if I was a girl… unless I wasn't one anymore!

I touched my head and chest, when I felt long hair and a slight elevation; I knew I was still a girl. Yay.

"Why did you call me Ponyboy?" I asked in suspicion, coming closer to him.

"Uh, I'm s-sorry. It's just that Darry and Soda are taller than me and I, um thought… it was him, sorry." Johnny stammered, blushing beet red. I didn't understand at first why he was blushing, I had ran into him in the first place. But I remembered I was a girl, and Johnny was shy around girls.

I laughed, but it came out in light giggles. It was funny how I was making Johnny blush, when all I had done was run into him! Ha! Girls had it so easy.

"No, no, you were right, I am Ponyboy." I said. Johnny raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, as if he was trying to see my true self behind all this 'feminism'.

"Uh…" Johnny trailed on.

I could tell he was confused and would need some explaining before he ran, "You see, I woke up this morning and I was girl. It's really strange, but I'm still Ponyboy!"

Johnny really looked like he was about to run now, "Okay, well I have to go… Sorry again—"

"No!" I said, seizing his wrist, "Come on, Johnny, it's me, Ponyboy, your buddy, remember?"

In my girly tone, I sounded like one of the desperate girls that followed Soda around. But if anyone was to believe me, it has to be Johnny.

Johnny started to pull away from my grip, but stopped when I said 'buddy'. I didn't know what made him stop, but he turned to look at me in the eyes,

"Ponyboy?" he whispered, in his already hush tone.

"Guilty," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Johnny was an inch away from my face, as if inhaling every last detail of me. He seemed fascinated at every last strand of hair, every eyelash, like he was staring at a painting.

"But… how?" he asked.

"I don't know, I just woke up like this and—"

"Hey Johhny-Cakes, didn't know you were already—woah, didn't mean to interrupt." Two-Bit said walking in, eyeing Johnny and me on the floor. His mouth stretched to a wide grin as Dally and Steve followed in.

"Why are you just standin' there?" Dally grumbled, walking around Two-Bit.

"Oh nothing, just watching the two lovebirds." Two-Bit explained. Johnny and I both blushed in embarrassment.

"Wow Johnny, I didn't know you had it in you," Dally commented, "And from the way she's dressed, I say it's time you and me had the talk."

I swear my face burned right off.

"The 'talk'?" I screeched, "What is this talk about exactly? Nothing is happening between Johnny and me! That's just sick!"

Johnny and me? Ew! Is Dally insane? I may look like a girl, but everyone knows Johnny would never do anything with a girl.

"Cool it, broad. I'm just messin' with you Johnny." Dally said, rolling his ice blue eyes at me.

I had heard Dally call girls 'broads' thousands of times, but this time, it was different. It's one thing witnessing someone being called a broad, and actually being called one. Let me tell you the difference: One hurts. Real bad.

Being called a broad to me was like being called a plant. I'm just a plant, no classification on if I'm a tree or a flower, no special name, just a class. I felt as if I was being called a group, like greaser, except I was proud to be a greaser. Being a broad was just shameful.

"I'm not….." I started, but couldn't finish. I didn't want to be classified as something like that and it bugged me that I was.

"No, you guys that's not—"Johnny started, but was interrupted by Darry.

"Oh, hey you guys." He said a bit too cheerfully. He walked closer, and came right in front of me.

"Hey Superman," Steve said, "Where's Soda and the kid?"

"I have a name," I sniffed. I was about to say more, but Darry kicked my leg, and I took it as a sign to shut up.

"Uh, Soda said he was meeting you at the DX with Ponyboy." Darry lied. I looked up at him, what was he doing?

"Great," Steve muttered, not hiding his disappointment, "Guess we came here for nothing."

I know he didn't like me, but he could try harder to hide the fact. "Yeah sorry, but maybe you guys can come back later." Darry said smoothly.

The gang exchanged goodbyes, and left, leaving only Darry, Johnny, and me in the room. Once they were gone Darry turned to me, frowning,

"Why'd you lie to them and not tell them I was Ponyboy?"I asked irritated.

"Because you were about to blow your cover, which I see you already did." Darry said, gesturing to Johnny who seemed to be shrinking beside me.

"Cover? In case you didn't realize Darry, this isn't some mask that I can just take off when I'm done playing detective." I said, sounding more annoyed than before.

"Ponyboy, I know you're worried and scared, but no need to go telling the whole town about it." Darry said.

I frowned, "I wasn't telling the whole town about it, I was telling our friends!"

"Ponyboy," Darry sighed, "I know you might want to tell them, but I think for now, this should stay in the family."

"Johnny knows." I pointed out. Darry leaned over the two of us,

"And I hoping he'll be the last," He said, looking at both of us in our eyes, "Right?"

"Y-yeah… I won't tell." Johnny stuttered.

"Ponyboy?"Darry said, looking at me in my eyes.

I looked down, and frowned at my now dry skin, "Right…" I muttered.

What did I just get myself into?

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