Please don't shoot me.

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Feeling lightheaded and extremely dizzy, Kenny slowly opens his light the meet the bright morning sun peeking out from the window. Although, he gets up realizing something is very different. He feel like he has lost about 30 lbs and his crotch seems very…empty. The house seems different too, because obviously, it wasn't his.

Quickly jumping out of bed, he also realizes he's in silk purple silk pajamas. Ignoring it, he shamelessly looks down his pants to discover his…penis has disappeared.

"HOLY SHIT." Kenny yelled.

There was a call for breakfast from out back, it sort of sounded like Damien's, a little bit more high pitched though. He rushed towards the call, to notice a lady, around 20, with long straight black hair, a long sweeping fringe and pale skin grinning with almost pointed teeth.

"Good Morning, Kennedy." Damien said, twirling his hair.

"What the hell, Damien?"

Damien shot him a disgusted face. "No, dear, it's Diane."

Rolling his eyes, he replied. "Diane, what the hell is going on? I didn't mean this!"

"You didn't care. Nothing to lose, correct?" Damien laughed, and set down a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. "It's breakfast time."

Kenny just glared holes into him, with his jaw to the floor. "You could at least have told me before this. Now my friends will probably wonder why I would have chosen to become a girl. Especially a scrawny one with no curves or boobs."

Damien took this into consideration, and then grinned almost evilly, "You don't have to tell them you're a girl. Play with them? Seriously, do something hilarious to them. If they find out, they wouldn't care. You were nothing really but a prop to them."

"A prop?!" Kenny felt disbelief.

Damien sighed, and put on a sympathetic face. "I've watched you guys. They usually do something exciting, but you're just watching. You're always watching. And when something good happens to you, you're in it alone. They don't care most of the time."

He thought about it. Damien was right. No best friend, no family, working alone, crying alone, gaining alone, losing alone, sharing alone. When someone cared about him genuinely, it was usually a girlfriend he had. At their break-up however, she would always think that Kenny seemed like a great guy, but obviously wasn't.

Kenny muttered under his breath. Stalker.

"Well, why did you make me so undeveloped?

"Why do you ask so many questions? Just eat. " Damien replied annoyed.

Kenny sat obediently, but didn't touch his food very much. He thought about what he was going to do, because, he might as well make the most of it. Maybe he should play with his friend's hearts. He could only hope, since his body wasn't stunning in anyway.

"Play it hard, I guess.

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Authors Note; I hope it's continuing okay.

I'm really trying to not be a shitty writer.

Please R/R

I'd feel more confident if you do 3.