Tweek blinked slowly. His eyes just starting to adjust with the bright light that had suddenly flooded the room. His mind felt light as if it was submerged in water and he was drowning. He never knew what drowning felt like but that was how he imagined it would.

Fortunately, even if his mind felt cloudy, he didn't feel any nerve-wracking pain anymore. He could still feel some heaviness on his chest and had some difficulty with breathing, but at least, his abdomen didn't feel as if it was being scrambled from the inside.

As his senses had started to piece themselves together, he was caught off guard by seeing Craig pointing a sword right at him. Tweek froze on the spot as he was confused. Why the hell would Craig be pointing a sword at him?

He watched his boyfriend's face turn somber. Craig was shooting him a death glare that could've chilled even hell with its coldness. It was odd to see Craig looking at him like that. Tweek had only seen Craig's feature morphed like that when Cartman thought it would be fun to photoshop pictures of Tweek and put him into different lewd poses.

"Where the fuck is my Tweek!" Craig screamed at him. Before adjusting his blade to look more threatening.

Tweek frowned. Whatever was happening, it had started to turn into something ridiculous. Why would Craig ask him where he was when he was there in the bed right in front him?

He instantly wanted to bang his head on the bedside table due to the absurdity of the situation. Was this some kind of a fucked up dream? If it was, he wanted out now.

However, everything looked and felt too real. He hadn't even been a lucid dreamer, to begin with. Unfortunately, he realized that this wasn't a dream and he had no way out but to endure it through.

Tweek clenched his eyes shut and ran his fingers through his messy hair. He needed to calm down if he wanted to reason with this lunatic Craig. He was lunatic, right? What kind of person pointed sharp objects at their loved ones so early in the morning.

Wait a minute. What if the guy in front of him wasn't even really Craig? Craig was in Denver. It was even too early for Craig to be home. Maybe some human cloning device had copied his boyfriend's physique.

Just a side note, the copier had done a fine job. It even copied the way Craig's bicep tensed, the way Craig glared at those he hated, for example, Cartman, and how every black lock of Craig's hair adjusted on his head when it was free from the confined space of his chullo.

That had to be one hell of a fine piece of a copier. Or maybe there was no human cloning device. Damn, what was the matter here? Tweek's head started to ache from trying to understand the situation. He hadn't even gotten to have his coffee before all of this started.

"I will repeat it again. Where is Tweek!?" Craig screamed furiously.

Tweek groaned. What the fuck was wrong with Craig? Had he suddenly gone blind or something? He was right there in front of him.

"Goddammit! I'm right here!" a shrill and very feminine voice screamed.

Tweek sat still abruptly. That was confusing. Was there a woman in the room? Tweek started to look around. The hell, only him and Craig were in the room and he was certain he heard some woman screamed out his thought. A shudder ran down his spine that was downright terrifying.

The woman's scream sounded so near. He squeaked in fright. So, Craig was pointing a sword at him asking him where he was when was right there and there was a woman nearby parroting his thoughts and saying them out loud. Maybe he was actually dead and he was just a ghost now.

"This makes my head hurt," Tweek whispered as he massaged his temples, "Craig, honey, put the sword down. It's me, Tweek. I don't know why you're pointing that at me, but please put it down," a soft feminine voice asked trying to bargain with Craig.

However, this time Tweek was sure that the very feminine voice came from him. He just talked and the sound came from him. He was confident about that. He let out a sigh of relief at the good news. He hadn't turned into a ghost and the possibility of an invisible woman reading his mind and saying it out loud was out of the question.

Wait a minute. The voice came from him?

Tweek hastily clasped his hand on his throat. There was something very wrong with him. He knew that there had to be something wrong, but this confirmed it. He sounded like a female and his Adam's apple was suddenly gone. He searched for it in the column of his throat and the noticeable bump wasn't there.

He stared at Craig with alarm. What was happening here? He knew that he was asking it a lot of times now, but he couldn't grasped what was happening up to now.

His chest felt heavy not only due to the current situation but because it literally felt heavy. As if grapefruits hanging from it.

"Who are you trying to fool lady!? No one's gonna buy your crap. God, help me if I don't slice you open. Where is Tweek!?" Tweek could tell that Craig was livid now, but why couldn't Craig understand and see that Tweek was right there, in front of him.

Tweek had, had enough. This was making him crazy and it was too early for this kind of bullshit. To hell with Craig for calling him a woman. He was a man, a man with balls and dick. Sure his dick wasn't as big and as long as Craig's but he still had it. He just had some rare kind of throat disease that made him sound like a girl. He was sick yesterday! The girly voice must have been a side effect of that, Tweek convinced himself.

Tweek rushed towards the bathroom before slamming the door behind him and leaving Craig in their bedroom. He just needed to calm himself. He splashed cold water on his face a couple of times to make his head clear. If Craig couldn't be the reasonable and logical person, then god help him, he would be the reasonable person for once.

His eyes caught his reflection in the mirror in the bathroom, a girl version of him was looking back at him. What the fuck! Tweek blinked his eyes a couple of times. He even rubbed them for a good measure, but he could still see a very girl version of him staring right into his eyes.

Tweek moved his arms toward his chest. He watched the girl in the mirror do the same. He gave his chest an experimental squeeze and it felt soft. There was certainly something there. With something close to horror marking his features, Tweek slowly trailed his right hand to his crotch area. All thought of being the 'reasonable' person leaving Tweek.

A very shrill and very feminine scream could be heard all through out the house. It was so loud that the neighbors might have been able to hear it. But anyways, what guy wouldn't scream bloody murder when the normal bulge inside their pants had suddenly disappeared?

Tweek burst out of the bathroom. Craig was startled at the abrupt appearance of the blonde woman that he dropped his sword. It clanged heavily on the floor.

Tweek seized Craig by the neck even though there was roughly six inches height difference, "What happened to me!?" He screamed at his boyfriend, "Why am I suddenly a girl!?"

"What!?"

"You heard me, Craig! Why do I suddenly have boobs! And my dick! Oh my god! My dick is gone and I'm afraid to look at what's there instead!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Why the fuck would I be joking around!? Fuck you, you dick!"

"Fuck you too! Stop this nonsense! Where is my Tweek!?" Craig snapped.

Tweek felt himself shaking from rage. This was not the time for Craig not to believe him. "Jesus Christ, Craig! I'm Tweek. I am your Tweek! What the hell is wrong with you?" he said putting extra stress on his words.

Craig scoffed, "As if I would believe that. Do you think that I'm stupid?" he asked before he started to calmly control his voice, "Miss, just tell me where Tweek is. And this will be all over immediately. I'll forgive you for breaking into my boyfriend's house. And I won't press any charges against you."

"I am Tweek! I'm Tweek Tweak. The only child and son of Richard and Helen Tweak. I have a degree in business and we've been together since fourth grade! At the start, everybody thought that we were only together, because of those Asian girls!" Tweek screamed at Craig. Of all the times that Craig could be stubborn, he certainly had chosen the wrong time.

"Everyone knows that. Stop pretending you're Tweek," Craig deadpanned. The girl in front of him was hysterical. She sure she was kinda hot, but she was clearly a complete airhead.

Tweek gritted his teeth. He pulled at his hair due to frustration, "You want personal details, then? I'll tell you something personal!" Tweek steadied himself, "When we fucked last time you were the bottom! I gave you two hickeys there and there," Tweek jabbed below Craig's collarbone and chest.

"You also have a birthmark on your left ass cheek! You didn't know anything about it until I pointed it out in our freshman year of high school! I always tease you about it because somewhere in Asia it is believed that any birthmark on your butt is a sign of bad luck!"

Tweek took some deep breaths, "Now tell me that I'm joking around and shit! You are not the one who suddenly has boobs! I should be the one freaking out here! I should be freaking the hell out, but goddammit! I ended up pacifying you before I turn batshit crazy and I need to deal with myself!" he spatted. Tweek was shaking and his throat felt raw from all screaming.

Craig, on the other hand, look petrified at what was happening. He didn't say anything and only stared at Tweek with wide eyes.

Tweek turned away from him. If Craig wouldn't believe him then so be it. He needed coffee or maybe alcohol or maybe even a mix of the two. He stalked out of the room leaving a stunned Craig.

He burst into the kitchen. He angrily opened the cupboards and slammed it shut. He was muttering under his breath. Unfortunately for him, he forgot that there was no alcohol since Craig had sworn off the stuff after puking himself into oblivion when he got wasted in college.

A soft shuffling broke Tweek's murderous thought of killing the one responsible for all this shit. He didn't need breasts. He did not want to become a woman. He was happy with his dick. He was gay but he wasn't a crossdresser or anything. There was nothing wrong with that, but it was and wouldn't ever be him. Thank you very much.

"Tweek, what's the matter? I wake up with you and Craig screaming at one another. Did you guys fight?" Tricia asked him.

Tweek completely forgot that Tricia had stayed overnight to watch him. He shrugged and he started to nurse his coffee. He didn't bother to talk to Tricia, she was Craig's sister. So she would was probably going to flip out as much as her brother.

He turned around and looked at the girl straight on while sipping his coffee.

Oh, and flipped out she did, "Wait a minute! Who are you bitch? What the fuck! What are you doing at Tweek's house?" Tweek watched as she arched her left eyebrow and her nose turned up, "The nerve! You're barging in and you're drinking coffee!?"

Tweek continued to stare. He was actually tired from screaming at Craig, so he decided he would just watch to see how Tricia would react. Tweek was sure that he would be a girl for some time. So he would have to endure this exact scenario for at least a couple of times. He might as well compare everyone's reaction and get used to it.

Tricia, on the other hand, was irked at the woman right in front of her. She gritted her teeth. There wouldn't be any woman in here unless Craig brought one! The nerve of her brother. She would kill Craig then this oddly calm girl.

The woman was oddly beautiful and if she was not so mad she would probably have fawned over how pretty the girl is. Tricia's blood boiled. Maybe this woman was one of the models in the Denver studio Craig was working at. Of course, she was a model. Tricia scrutinized the girl, she wasn't as tall as Tricia but with those legs of hers, she could qualify.

"Craig! I'm going to fucking kill you! How dare you bring your slut here in Tweek's home! I thought that you were loyal and not a cheater! Fuck you, Craig! I'm gonna tell on you to mom and dad!" Tricia screamed while she bolted out the room and proceeded to the master's bedroom upstairs.

Tweek almost spat out his coffee. Well fuck, he hadn't expected that. He quickly gulped down the remaining coffee on his mug. It burned his tongue, but he was used to it. He then quickly trailed after Tricia.

Tweek didn't know if he was going to laugh or intervene between the two. When he already had a full view of the room, he could see Tricia crying. Her face was red and it didn't suit her too well especially with red hair like hers. Craig looked as shell shock as when Tweek left him minutes ago.

"Craig! Where is Tweek!? He is sick you idiot! How can you do that to him! He's sick and you bring your whore in here! I fucking hate you! I really really hate you!" Tricia screamed at the top of her lungs.

Tweek noted that she had a stronger pair of lungs than him. He winced at Tricia's choice of words. When all of this was over he really needed to apologize to Craig for making him out as some kind of cheater again.

Craig snapped out of his dazed state and his gaze moved toward his sister. Two pairs of blue eyes clashed against one another.

"Tricia, let me explain," Craig started.

The younger Tucker wouldn't care to hear his explanation. Tricia was not an idiot. She knew what she saw. "Craig, save it. You're a fucking cheater. A cheater with a capital c! How could you do it? How could you."

"Ruby-"

"Don't call me Ruby you dirty fucker!" Tricia's eye caught the gleam of the katana on the floor and she picked it up from the floor.

"Try to touch me and I'll gut you with this, Craig," she wiped it around as she pointed the sword at Tweek, "Don't worry bitch, you're next," she hissed.

Tricia looked scary welding the sword. She actually looked scarier than Craig and Tweek scolded himself. He should explain what had happened to her right away. Things now might not end well.

"Tricia, you don't understand what is happening. Put the sword down, now. Let me talk, you narrow-minded brat!" Craig screamed. His voice roaring inside the room. That was the loudest scream Tweek had ever heard from Craig.

Tricia looked scared for a moment and she whimpered. She gently put down the sword. However, after gaining her composure she still held her head in defiance. Her eyes were murderous.

"Tweek, explain everything to her," Craig whispered lowly.

Craig figured out that he needed to be calm. He lost his composure to many times that day. Even though he did not fully believe that the girl was really Tweek he had no other reason not to. She knew things that Craig was sure only his Tweek could know.

Tweek felt relieved at least Craig believed now that he was Tweek. That he was Craig's Tweek. He prepared himself. He could be the reasonable person now. He could tackle this as logical as Craig could when his mind is right on track.

"Tricia, it's me Tweek, not some dirty bitch your brother is fucking behind my back. I don't even think Craig is fucking anyone behind my back, anyways," Tweek said laughing nervously and shooting apologetic glances at Craig.

"He also never cheated on me. I don't know what happened, but I'm suddenly a girl. Please, kill me."

Author's Note:

The thing about being unlucky when you have a birthmark on somewhere on your butt cheek is some kind of belief from where I came from, lol. My boyfriend always teased me that maybe I have one since I tend to be unlucky.

Anyways, I think something funny happened to the site because I cannot reply on those nice people who drop their reviews. I don't really tend to leave author's note, but I don't really have a friend in the fandom and I'm sort of lonely.

Uhm, thanks for all the support. You all made my day just by reading and enjoying this piece of randomness. Until next time! XD