Chapter 2: A Sudden Change

(A.N Hopefully this chapter will be as good as the last one. But tell me what you think.)

The morning light through the attic's windows make my eyes flicker open. I yawn loudly and swing my legs over the bed, finding with surprise that my feet meet the floor much quicker than they should. I'm probably dreaming. I rub my head and yawn again.

Wow, my clothes feel pretty tight this morning. I begin to question what's happening and I walk over to our full sized mirror. I stumble and realize that everything seems much shorter.

Did Mabel play about with the size changing crystal while I was sleeping?

I start to panic as I look at myself. Taller, a little stronger than usual but definite signs of aging is all that stares back at me. My shirt is ripped and so are my shorts.

What happened to me? I don't remember anything.

I begin to yell in confusion, remindes when Mabel and I swapped bodies... Wait this isn't the time to think about that!

I notice that Mabel had awoken to my frightened cries. She stares at me wide eyed and starts attacking me with a nearby golf club.

It hurts and I yell with every blow, moving left and right to avoid it.

"Who are you? What have you done with my brother? Are you here to steal Waddles because so help me-"

"Mabel!" I cry in protest "It's me Dipper!" Woah, my voice is more masculine than I expected.

Mabel stops hitting me.

"Wow, puberty hit you hard last night" she says. I roll my eyes at how unfazed she is with everything. Optimistic as usual.

"Mabel," I say, sitting down on my bed - agh! These shorts are tight!

"Do you know what happened to me?"

She shakes her head, "Sorry Dipping Sauce."

I sigh, I know something happened. A dream... No. I didn't dream of anything last night did I?

I panic again "Wait, how am I going to explain this to Grunkle Stan?"

An even worse thought comes to my mind.

"How am I gonna explain this to Wendy?" I grasp my head with my hands. Why was this happening to me? Mabel sits next to me.

"Dipper, we have been through worse than this. And I swear that we shall get through this too. After all nothing is as strong as the power of..."

I face her with a sly look "Power of Mabel?"

Mabel shoves me off the bed with her classic laugh. She's right, we're the Mystery Twins, we can solve this no problem.

Mabel had managed to grab some clothes from the gift shop; a short sleeved yellow shirt with a question mark on the front, a larger jacket than what I usually wear, spare socks and sneakers and a larger pinetree hat. I refused the hat and readjusted my current one. I am never gonna replace it.

I admire myself in the mirror, less panicked than moments ago. If I say so I think that I look surprisingly well as a fifteen year old. Spot-free skin, strong figure. This might not be after all.

"I look good" I say. Mabel nods.

"My reputation as a fashion artist proceeds me" she announces dramatically. "Now we just need to find a way to make Grunkle Stan unaware of what's happened."

I put my hands in my pockets. "That's not gonna be easy."

"Kids! I can't find the remote again!"

Stan's voice echoes all the way up to the attic. I look at Mabel and by the look I receive I can guess that she has the same thought. Stan wants to see me.

"Any ideas?" I ask quietly.

Mabel shakes her head, "I didn't think this far ahead."

I pace around the room in a panic, " Well I can't stay up here forever!"

"Well, I'll ask Waddles" Mabel smiles.

"Mabel! Waddles isn't exactly going to be much help."

Mabel ignores me and picks up her pig. I facepalm and groan. This morning is not going well...

"What do we do then Waddles?" she asks. The pig only snorts in reply. Mabel gasps.

"Waddles you are a genius!" she exclaims as if it had given her the answer to the universe. "Say Mabel one more time."

I wait for Mabel to tell me Waddles' 'genius idea.' Stan, meanwhile, is continuing to call for us.

"KIDS!" he yells "WHERE'S THE REMOTE?"

Mabel leads me down the stairs, looking around corners as if she were a secret agent.

"Mabel, is this really necessary?" I ask.

She smiles showing her braces and looks into the living room. Stan seems to have given up on yelling and is interested in his programme. Mabel turns back to me.

"Well Grunkle Stan is busy, so I guess we can sneak out for now..." I nod and begin to make my way into the room.

"Hey dudes I was just gonna-"

I stop in my tracks. Darn it, why was Soos here at this time? Quickly as I can I retreat and begin to head up the stairs. I only managed one or two steps before I trip over my large feet. The next thing I knew was that I was at Soos' feet.

"Ah... Hey Soos..."

He looks at me for a few seconds, I didn't know whether it was in shock or confusion. I lay there quietly, too scared to move.

It's awkward I'll tell you that.

"Whoa dude, what happened to you last night? Mr Pines feeding you some secret formula or somethin?"

Trust Soos to think of something silly like that. I stand onto my feet and brush myself off, relieved that he didn't ask too many questions.

I still think I should try and work the gift shop today, I mean, weird stuff happens in this place all the time. If Wendy sees I think she'll understand...

I hope she'll understand.

Oh boy...