Okay a lot of people are talking about Cam and Claire…I'll give you a hint. They're not dead. Neither of 'em…yet, if things go a wrong turn. Gonna have to keep reading!

ALICIA (WHO IS IN JOSH'S BODY)

When Alicia woke up in the morning, she was a little confused, but the night before, she had gotten used to her body. She couldn't stand NOT taking a shower, so she took one with her eyes closed. It felt strange not having to blow dry her hair. It was actually kind of nice. Josh better not make her look like a spazz. If he did, she'd break up with him right on the spot. Did Josh have a reputation to uphold? What if she made HIM look like a spazz? She sat down on the bed, breathing in, trying to control herself. It worked.

Josh's closet was big, and full of all the right stuff. She slid into a green Polo and khaki shorts, hoping it looked casual enough. Boys dressed casual. She had enough experience with them. But how casual was casual? She'd never worn something casual in a long while. The PC always wore dresses, tights, heels.

"Ready?" Josh's father called from a floor lower. He was swinging his briefcase urgently, like he might chuck it at the wall in any second.

"Yeah, be right down," Alicia called back down.

"Come on, Joshie, the boy's are waiting in the carpool!"

Joshie? Alicia wanted to burst out laughing, but kept in control. She'd share it with the girl's in the car. She popped a stick of gum into her mouth, and jumped into a pair of sneakers. They were so luscious and comfortable. She'd never had as much feet comfort then in that specific moment. Massie always suggested they wore tall heels, to assure everyone in the halls could focus their eyes on them. But they were so uncomfortable, especially those Spanish boots. But they were stylish.

"Joshie!"

Alicia darted through the door and rushed down the stairs.

"Finally," Mr. Hotz sighed, eyes wheeling. He tossed Alicia Josh's backpack, and she slung it over her shoulder, with one strap.

Without another word, she stumbled out the door ungracefully, and hopped to the car. Everyone was waiting. For a second, Alicia was unsettled and unsure, wondering if the girl-turned-boys were actually girls on the inside. But she was instantly relieved when Dylan spoke up, "Leesh!"

They briefly hugged. Kristen looked about to burst into tears. "Kris, you okay?" Alicia inquired, petting the blonde's silky commercial hair.

"That's the problem. We're not acting like guys. 'Leesh' and 'Kris' and petting my hair is too girly," Kristen dropped her head into her hands. "And besides, Dempsey is stupid, arrogant, and I hope he gets hit by a truck."

Alicia raised her eye brows and exchanged a glance with Dylan, well, Dylan in Derrick's body, and Kristen in Dempsey's body.

"What do you mean?" Dylan finally asked, breaking the very unbreakable awkward silence.

"Look at this," Kristen angrily threw Dempsey's solar-powered phone (designed by his mother), at Dylan's new, rounder face.

Dylan swatted at it, until it fell from the air into her basketball shorts clad thighs. She had stuck to Derrick's usual shorts look and tee. Kristen was wearing some sort of hand woven cape and sweat pants that flowed around her ankles. Dylan picked up the phone and scrolled through the pictures.

"Ooh, look at this one!" Dylan displayed a picture of Dempsey with an African child on his shoulders, gripping his hair like he was riding a horse.

"No, not the pictures," Kristen scolded. "The texts." Alicia gasped loudly. Kristen glared.

"Right, that wasn't boyish."

Dylan tapped the messages symbol, and pulled up the inbox. A ton of different girls' names popped up.

"Danielle, Sophia, Carly, Samantha, Lindsay, Shania, Stef -," Dylan read the names out loud.

"Ah, stop!" Kristen cried, clamping her larger, hairier hand around Dylan's thin new gloss-less lips.

"Oh my gosh, look what these girls sent him!" Dylan shoved the phone into Alicia's face.

Heyy Demps, last nite was so fun :)

D, luv ur Persian shoes, theyr cute like u

Alicia would've read more, if Kristen hadn't stolen the phone back and stuffed it into her pocket.

"Is he…cheating?" Dylan questioned.

"I don't know!" Kristen cried. "He's not the good guy he says he is!"

The rest of the ride was completely silent. It wasn't long. They rolled up to the curb and got out and went their separate ways. They had been to Briarwood and stakeouts before, they knew it well. Josh had explained quite clearly what to do, and she remembered his schedule like the back of her hand.

The day went super smoothly for Alicia. She arrived at her locker on time, at her classes on time, and Josh was kind of a teacher's pet and a suck up. So all the teachers loved him. At the end of class, they commented on his grades or participation. Alicia grinned. Being Josh was turning out better than she believed.

It wasn't until she came upon Mrs. Flut's room that the problem began.

They were working on a science project, one that involved making a big Venn Diagram on poster board, about two assigned ecosystems. Josh had chosen desert and grassland. Alicia finished quickly, and proudly held up the beautiful project to Mrs. Flut. But Mrs. Flut wasn't pleased.

"The side is cut unevenly, you only have four on the grasslands side, and you didn't put your name," Mrs. Flut snatched the project up before Alicia could make corrections.

"Can I fix it?" she asked, trying to seem sweet and innocent. Note to self, she thought. It doesn't look cute on guys.

"No, you turned it in," Mrs. Flut folded her hands on her desk, daring Alicia to say something back.

"I didn't turn it in, you took it!" Alicia shouted, as quietly as she could. The plump teacher raised her unplucked brows, then swiftly scribbled a detention slip for after school.

"No, you don't understand!" Alicia struggled for a lie. "I…it's my dad's birthday, and he, uh, is taking us down to Times Square." Alicia crossed her fingers behind her Polo clad back.

"Well, when you call home to tell him about your detention, I'd like to wish him a happy birthday," she cleverly chuckled. Her short dark bob did nothing but make her face look wide, wrinkly, and round. Alicia wanted to recommend Jakkob to her, but she interrupted, jabbing a sharp pointed, un-manicured index finger, to the smooth old phone. Alicia crept to its side. She didn't know Josh's number by heart. So she dialed her cell phone number, currently in Josh's possession. If she was lucky, Josh wouldn't answer.

"Hello?" A tired voice from the other line answered. "Leesh? This sucks. I-,"

"Hey, dad, I have detention today, so I won't be able to go to your birthday party in the city." Come on, come on, come on, she tried to send messages to Josh from the other line with her mind.

"Leesh? Is this you? I really need to talk to you about something. It's import-,"

"Yeah, okay. Thanks. Sorry again, dad."

Alicia slammed the phone back into the receiver. Mrs. Flut tsk tsk-ed with her mouth. Alicia sighed. The rest of the day would hopefully only get better.

JOSH (WHO IS IN ALICIA'S BODY)

After the boys had went their separate ways, Josh had stumbled to Alicia's locker, girls throwing compliments at him for his outfit this way and that. Alicia's phone was vibrating off the hook, all from girls Josh knew nothing of.

"Hey, Leesh, wanna go shopping after school today?" A girl with blonde bouncing girls asked, scampering next to her down the hall.

"Busy." Josh replied, hooking Alicia's Juicy Couture purse over his shoulder, yanking it off, and hooking it again. When that got old, he took to swinging it from his wrist, flying off a few times.

It was also difficult to walk with those Spanish boots. He didn't know how everyone did it. Girls towered over him, in six inch stilettos. How could they stand it? A blonde beauty stumbled past.

"Hey, Alicia. Like my new boots? They're Chanel!" The blonde tried to flash the boots to the side, but tripped into Josh's arms. She was the prettiest girl Josh had ever seen, next to Alicia. He quickly recognized her as part of the 'Twenty', the boy's nickname for Alicia and the girl. What was her name again? Olly? Olive? Something like that. Josh peered down at the tall boots. They were black, with a silver buckled sliding diagonally across it, crisscrossed C's running through it. Josh had seen Alicia wearing C's like that, but something was off about it. They didn't look genuine. Olly leaned in, her breath warm against Josh's cheek. "I actually bought them on the sidewalks for twenty bucks in Times Square," she admitted. "Don't tell!"

"I gotta go, but I'll catch you later," Josh mumbled, trying to escape as quickly as he could. Girls were running up to him in the halls every time he stepped away from someone. It was if Alicia was more popular than Massie. If Alicia was getting this much attention, Josh felt a sudden pang of sympathy for Landon, who must be being pulled left and right.

"Alicia!" A voice rattled from behind, husky and dark, but very controlling. He recognized the voice, but couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed and turned. A brunette, not as pretty as Olly, was tapping her heel urgently against the floor tiles. She waited. Josh stood. Finally he understood. He was supposed to go to her. Josh skipped, trying to seem girly, to the girl.

"Have you seen Massie? I need to discuss something about the room with her," Josh studied the girl. She dressed in a leotard, with a sequined skirt over it, and orange sparkling legwarmers. Even in this young outfit, she looked older than thirty.

"…The room?" Josh questioned. Should he know what 'the room' was? Probably, but he couldn't take back what he had already said.

"Yes! Now where is she?" Her puffy lips were pursed now.

"Uh, she's probably, in, the uh, bathroom," Josh stuttered. In movies, girls always had conferences and makeup checkups in the bathroom.

WILL BE CONTINUED…