When I woke up the next morning, I felt...different. My head felt heavier from the weight of extra hair, all the colors I saw were slightly different, my cothing didn't have its usual comfortable and worn feel.

I looked in the mirror. Facing me was a girl who was slightly shorter than I had been (unplanned for, but oh well) with dead straight coral/orange hair that went just past her shoulders and dropped by her eyes in one large diagonal bang. Her eyes were a slightly lighter version of her hair color. She had a snub nose, and a soft smile. The outfit she wore was a white sleeveless shirt with a pale orange/yellow collar and buttons, along with a skirt, armsleeves, and white tennis shoes (all with yellow accents).

I lifted my arms slightly and did a small twirl, watching the girl in the mirror do the same.

It was so hard to think of that girl as me. No red hair, No pink eyes, no pigtails, no clump of hair hanging betwen my eyes, no cowlick.

I stuck the phone in my pocket, opened the door to my room, and padded downstairs for breakfast.

When I entered the kitchen, I drew short. Luka was cooking today, and she never really liked me.

No

I mentally corrected mysef

She doesn't like Teto, I'm not Teto anymore...at least not to her.

I still hunched my shoulders as I walked into the kitchen though...

I went into the seating area, and sat down at a lone table, I couldn't just plop myself down with my friends like normal. They couldn't know who I was.

A soft tap on my shoulder, I turned around.

Miku stood there, smiling. With Len standing a little behind her. It made sense, they were probably the two nicest vocaloids I knew.

"Are you new here?" Miku asked, smiling.

I nodded "Just moved in late last night" I was briefly startled by how my voice sounded, until I remembered th chip changed that too.

"Whats your name?" Miku smiled

"Kikoeru Suki" I said, using the fake name I had chosen for myself.

"Nice to meet you, Suki" Miku said cheerily "If you want, you can come sit with me and Len and Neru. We don't mind"

"Sure" I said, smiling back. On the inside though, I was nervous. What if everyone ended up hating me anyways, no matter if they thought I was a vocaloid or not?

What if someone found out?

I wanted to twirl my pigtails like I usually did when I was nervous, but I didn't have pigtails anymore. I settled for biting my lip, and pushing my hair back behind my ears. The repetitive gesture helped calm me down down some, and I was slightly more relaxed when I sat down at their table.

When Miku stared to make conversation however, the nerves returned with a vengance. It was so strange knowing three people so well, but knowing that they had no idea who you were. But...

But I didn't have to worry about being the odd one out anymore, I didn't have to worry about one wrong move taking away my already precarious spot in the social hierarchy, I was one of them now.

I belonged.

I made a desicion right then. I was so used to hiding any real emotions under a layer of hyperativity and innocent cheerfulness. Just like the other non-vocaloids, I had to give myself an ougoing personality so I wouldn't get buried by everyone else. Now though, I was going to be me. No more hiding.

I joined in the conversation, hesitantly at first, then with confidence. I smiled, a real genuine smile, and to my surprise, everyone smiled back. I realised I had drawn a crowd. Nearly every vocaloid had come to see what the "newbie" was like.

"So", Miku said "Can you sing?"

I shugged noncommitally.

"You can't leave us hanging like that!" Miku protested "C'mon! sing for us!" She smiled

I stood up, blushing slightly. Everyone was looking at me.

My eyes flicked to Len, who smiled encouragingly.

Taking a deep breath, I began to sing, relishing every joyful note.