Gaz blinked blearily. A face loomed above her. She blinked a few more times, Zim's face coming into focus. Zim grinned.

"Ah, you're awake," he said, still smiling. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into a sitting position.

"Yeah, I don't feel any different," she mumbled.

"No, but you look and sound different," Zim pointed out. Now that she thought about it, Gaz realized her voice was softer, more melodic.

"Oh. Do you have a mirror I can use?" she asked."Yeah, just come upstairs. Do you need carried or are you awake enough to-" he was cut off by a sneer from Gaz. "Okay."

She stood up, and walked to the door of the elevator. Zim ran to catch up.

"Thanks for helping me, Zim. I know you never really liked me or Dib very much. He'd never tell you but this means a lot to him," Gaz said stepping smoothly into the elevator. Zim nodded, he didn't know what to say. He also didn't know how to tell her she couldn't keep her name either. He wanted to call her Abi. It was a pretty name and it matched her apperance now. The elevator stopped and they walked out. Dib was asleep on the couch, next to Gir.

"I'll wake him up," Zim offered. He walked over to Dib and flicked him in the ear.

"Ow, Zim why did you..."his voice trailed off as he saw Gaz. His eyes widened and he seemed at a loss for words.

"'Sup," she said.

"You look... wow. And you sound so different," Dib said.

"Is wow a good thing?" Uncertainty flickered across her face.

"Yeah,it is."

"Oh, okay then," Gaz looked surprised. "Where's the mirror Zim?" she asked.

"Follow me," he said, heading into the other followed him, bumping into his back when he stopped abruptly.

"Here," wasall he said as he stepped out of the way to reveal a beautiful and clean 3 panel mirror. Gaz stepped in front of it, and gasped a what she saw. A young 14 year old girl with skin so pale it could have belonged on a porcelian doll. Big grass green eyes and light pink what struck her as the most different was her hair. Long, silky and auburnish red it fell in curling locks to her waist. She was still thin and flat, but an inch or two shorter.

"So... do you like it?" Zim asked nervously.

"Yeah... I do. I really do," Gaz looked at him earnestly.

"Good," ZIm let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "There's just two more things..."

"What?" Gaz looked slightly alarmed, her green eyes wide.

"You can't be Gaz Membrane anymore."

Gaz looked at him. "Then who am I?" she seemed small at that moment.

"I was thinking Abi Lovelant," Zim shrugged.

"Okay... sounds good," Abi nodded.

"Second, you can't live with Dib, or your father," Zim looked at her.

"Where do I live?" Abi stared at him.

"I don't know. You could crash here if you like..." he gestured to the couch and the rest of his house.

"Oh, sure," Abi nodded. "But you can tell Dib," she smirked.

Zim grimaced. "Fine..." he walked into the other room. There was a soft mumble as he explained, then yelling. Then there was silence. Abi peeked around the corner. The two were facing each other, Dib looked angry, and Zim looked defensive.

"I would never hurt her. I only want whats best for Abi. She needs to stay here," Zim pleaded.

"Fine, but if you do hurt her, you'll feel what she felt, just 10x worse," Dib threatened. Abi drew back, not wanting to hear anymore. The two boys walked in shortlyafter fixed smiles on their faces.

"You can stay," Dib mumbled.

"Thanks. But I don't need your permission,"Abi smirked.

"Okay, little sister. I'm going home," Dib said as he walked out the door.

"See ya." Abi waved idly.