Tweek wiped off the sweat beading on his forehead. He just finished making new batches of cupcakes. Tweek would admit it. He was so bored of being all by himself most of the time, so he resorted to baking.

It needed precision and focus, but not so much that it would end up being too much pressure to handle. Baking was also kind of meditative. The procedures were repetitive and he loved the designing part. It was fun piping the icing out and making the cupcakes looked really cute that you almost could not consider eating it. Also, they profit from selling it and it was a huge plus.

As Tweek looked around the slightly disorganized kitchen he could feel that he overdid it this time. He baked so much that he was sure it cannot fit in the fridge.

He inhaled deeply. At least, the kitchen smelled like vanilla and home. But, there were still too many cupcakes laying around.

Tweek guessed he really did not have much of a choice. He could not exactly store all the cupcakes in the fridge. It was already crammed with buttercream icing and other baking goods that needed to be stored at room temperature.

So, it appeared he had no other choice, but to bring all of these cupcakes in the coffee house. It was not like there would be people loitering around the shop at this hour. Besides, it was summer and it was really uncomfortably hot and humid outside even at South Park. Tweek thought that it was a little bit stupid for someone to actually go to the shop today since they were only serving hot beverages.

Tweek snickered a bit, Craig was so hopeless at making stuff other than hot chocolate and brewed coffee that they had no choice, but to only sell those beside on what Tweek baked.

Maybe they should convert the coffee house into a pastry shop. They already offer a lot more variant of sweets than coffee. For heaven's sake, they were only selling brewed coffee. Sure they have different blends, but it was not really a coffee house when you could only sell brewed coffee.

But how could they really sell that multiple types of what Craig dubbed as fancy and expensive caffeine concoction when Tweek was practically hiding in the general public?

Tweek took another deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. He guessed he really did not have much of a choice. Either he came back again as 'normal' or he sucked it up and let the town went loose with a bunch of speculations when they knew what happened to him... or her.

Should he even start referring to himself as she? He was practically a woman. However, he didn't have an idea though if his new parts worked like how it should. Was there even a reason that he was a girl now?

Tweek scoffed. At least he could not get pregnant and start pooping children, right? As if that would happen to him. He had been a woman overnight. Tweek was sure that his parts would not function like how usual woman parts worked.

Tweek stretched and he heard the satisfying snapping of bones on his back. The boobs really made his backache, but he was slowly adjusting. His body did not bother him that much anymore. He was also not that terrified by his own body now.

He just became really squishy in a good way. It was embarrassing but there were times he caught himself holding his own boobs. It was so soft and it felt like he was playing with water balloons. He already had an idea why guys really love them.

So, back to the cupcakes, he had no choice but to deliver the cupcakes to the shop. They had a huge glass fridge in there where he could store the cute cupcakes he baked. It would also be a really cool display. As a bonus, he could also fix himself some frappe if no one was around.

Tweek pursed his lips for a moment. He would send Craig a quick message. If he agreed that the coast was clear and he could head over, then that was the time that he would.

Tweek quickly packed around as he put the cupcakes on clear containers. He was careful not to ruin his hard work. He also did a quick job of straightening the kitchen. He loaded the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and he wiped away the flour dusting the counter. In a few minutes, the kitchen looked pristine like Tweek had not spent hours baking in there.

Then he proceeded on his and Craig's bedroom upstairs to change. He settled on wearing a skirt that Tricia gave him for practicality. His hips got really wide and sadly his jeans cannot fit like it used to.

Tweek caught his reflection on the mirror and he almost shrieked.

"Jesus Christ, I get it now why Craig looked like a ripe tomato when I'm wearing button down this days," Tweek muttered to himself as he looked at his own reflection with wide eyes.

Seriously, he was wandering around the house with his buttons almost ready to burst at his chest area all this time? No wonder Craig was acting really, really strange.

A small smirk graced Tweek's face. At least Craig was still attracted to him. He actually could saw it on the way that Craig stared at him sometimes when he thought Tweek was not looking. Tweek could almost feel the intensity of those stares when his boyfriend spaced out while looking at him. Craig wanted him and he wanted him badly.

Tweek giggled to himself. He knew he was being a little bit mean, but it was refreshing to see Craig being uncertain on what to do for once. He knew that Craig wanted him and Tweek was very interested in what his boyfriend would do to address it.

Tweek stared at his exposed skin where he missed the buttons, with a sigh he unbuttoned his shirt and he nonchalantly tossed it on the corner of the room.

Tweek considered on what he should wear for the day. He usually did not put any effort on dressing up, but he felt a little bit playful today. Besides, he was enjoying the fact that Craig paid him an extra ounce of attention.

Since the two of them get together when they were basically still kids, they never really had a chance to go in the stage were the two of them circled one another unsure of what to do with their feelings, unsure if the feelings they harbor would be reciprocated or not, and unsure of what to do with the looming charge of sexual tension. It was like experiencing that mess of feelings and the only difference was that Tweek knew that they love one another and it was not as complicated.

Still, Tweek wanted to explore the uncharted territory that was open up by his condition. It was harmless and he wanted to get out the best of being a girl instead of sulking. Brooding over with his sudden changes would not really benefit him he realized earlier.

It was not like he did not become paranoid from what happened. He spent sleepless nights from the first few days he turned into a girl. He kept on thinking what would happen to him, what the town would say, and especially his parents. He did not know if he should inform them or not. Tweek decided on the latter. He was sure that his parents were really enjoying themselves somewhere overseas while sipping on exotic coffees.

However, he still came to some terms with his self from having Craig treating him naturally and seeing that nothing changed except his body. It really calmed the blonde a great deal.

Paranoia would never leave him, but Tweek liked to think that he got better controlling his thoughts and emotion now compared when he was still a kid.

It was not like anyone would not have a say in whatever happened. People always talk anyways, especially here in South Park where the town's folk thought that everyone's business was their own business as well.

Maybe he should adopt his father's mindset. Publicity was still publicity, either good or bad it still promoted the business, and that was good for the family business. Tweek laughed. His father really had a deranged common sense.

With a smile, Tweek considered wearing something not to flashy or over the top. He settled on wearing a white V-neck tee that was given to him by Tricia and one of Craig's jacket.

Tweek just tossed his messy hair on the side like he usually saw most of the girls doing. He giggled at his own reflection. He looked really cute.

Tweek had a secret plan going on to get on Craig's nerves. You see, underneath the plain and simple tee hid Tweek's ultimate weapon. It was a lacy garment that Tricia threw in among the bunch of clothes she bought for Tweek as a joke.

Yes, you're reading it right. Tweek was wearing a blue lingerie brasserie and he was planning to flash Craig some glimpse of it 'accidentally' later on. He purposely wore something with loose neckline for his plan.

It was a real pain in the ass hooking the piece of clothing together. He even accidentally snapped himself twice and he had some difficulty in breathing after putting it - it was really amazing how girls could wear this stuff every day for hours- but Tweek was willing to endure the pain for a few hours.

If Craig would not pounce on him later on tonight after the seduction plan, Tweek was not certain if Craig was still into him like he thought. The sexual tension was killing Tweek and he needed to do something.

If pushing Craig to his limits would do it, then he would tease Craig until his resolution or whatever that was keeping him from doing any move on Tweek bends. Tweek knew that his boyfriend needed encouragement sometimes. And he would give all forms of encouragement that Craig needed if he must.

Anyways, Craig really loved it when Tweek was wearing his color. The blonde hoped that his plan would work. Dammit, it needed to work.

...

Almost half an hour later Tweek realized that Craig left his phone on the house. He caught a glimpse of the phone screen turned on and off when he dialed Craig's number several times. That was why he was neither replying from any of the blind's messages nor answering his calls.

It appeared that Craig left his phone charging on their bedside table. With a shake of his head, Tweek picked it up and he walked towards the kitchen.

He started to gather the boxes of cupcakes and he went outside to load it into the car. After several trips of going back and forth, he was finished with loading all the cupcakes.

It seemed that he would go to the coffee shop unannounced. Oh well, he had a hunch that no one was there beside Craig.

He carefully pulled out of the driveway keeping in mind to not jolt the car too much or the cupcakes would be ruined.

Bitch please, he did not want the icing on the cupcake sticking on the top of the box and ruining it in the process, so driving at turtle's pace was his only option. The road was almost empty and he was glad. Tweek did not want anyone honking at him for driving like someone's grandma.

In a record time for someone who was driving at snail's pace, Tweek found himself at the front of the shop. He parked his car beside the coffee shop. He was so excited to be at the coffee shop that he did not check if there was anyone besides Craig inside.

Tweek was so full of himself that no customer was in there. He did not have an idea why he was so full of himself on that matter, but he did.

So imagine his shock when he pushed open the door and the soft ringing of the door chimes announced his presence, and he was greeted by his three childhood friend without Craig in sight.

Fuck it. Why was Clyde, Token, and Jimmy in the coffee shop? And why were they staring at him like he just grew another head?

...

The three were still laughing their ass off at Craig. It was a rare sight to see the usually stoic man all flustered. It would be one of the things that they would always dig up to laugh at when they were old and reminiscing about the good ol' days.

Imagine, Craig Tucker, running at the back room of Tweak Bros. Coffee because he was embarrassed by his friends figuring out that he was not getting laid. Sounds really unbelievable, right?

What happened would never get old and the three would make sure that even their grandchildren would hear of the epic tale about what could be the most embarrassing moment of Craig Tucker's life at the moment.

The abrupt sound of the door chimes instantly stopped the three men from their laughter. The three of them curiously looked at the newcomer. Instantly, all of their attention was diverted to the woman who entered the coffee house.

The woman was tall with platinum blonde hair that looked like it was tossed around purposely to look like that. It was messy but in a good way. She had very bright green eyes that were as huge as a saucer as she looked at them like she was a deer caught in headlights. She was simply beautiful with alabaster skin that glowed in the sunlight.

Most important of all, she smelled so good. She smelled like what you wanted your home to smell like. She did not smell like how you assumed an air freshener would smell like in the ads mind you, but something cozy. She smelled like home. She smelled like something you wanted to come home with. There was something about her smell that gave you a light-headed feeling. It made you want to have her for yourself.

It was Clyde who broke the spell that was cast by the sudden arrival of the mysterious girl.

"Are you an angel?" he asked. Clyde's throat suddenly felt parched and he could feel his heart beating hard on his chest.

Clyde did not believe in love at first sight, but after seeing the very beautiful blonde woman he reconsidered his thoughts. He suddenly thanked every god he knew for having him at South Park at this very moment.

The blonde woman only blinked at him. She was so beautiful. Her pink cupid bow lips parted for a second and suddenly she was blushing really hard.

This time it was Token's time to talk. The usually smooth black man found himself struggling with forming coherent thoughts at being in the same space as the girl.

"The weather's not that good today, huh," Token found himself saying.

He instantly wanted to sock himself on the face for that. Blame it on his weather forecaster days as a kid to resurface right now. He almost wanted to bang his head on the table for picking up the worst thing to bring up right now.

It was the true ladies' man, Jimmy, who appeared to have his senses with him at the moment. He smiled charmingly at the girl, "W-w-would you like some coffee? We're sorry since the boyfriend's owner is in the back room," Jimmy gestured at the door at the corner, "Would you l-l-like to seat with us while w-w-waiting?" he asked.

Jimmy was flashing his billion dollar smile that was a result of painful orthodontic works during his childhood years. So far, he was the only one carrying himself with dignity among the three males.

The blonde ran her fingers through her hair. Her eyes quickly darted between the three and to the back room door. She nervously nibbled on her bottom lip and a visible shudder ran along her body. She quickly turned in her heels and she was gone as soon as she appeared.

Clyde, Token and Jimmy looked at the entrance door with wide eyes. Well, that was fast. The three were left staring at the spot where the girl previously stood.

"Jimmy! What did you do! You scared her!" Clyde whined as he looked at the spot where the girl occupied a few moments ago.

Jimmy glared at Clyde, "I-I-I did not! I'm playing it c-c-cool unlike you, guys," he replied as he shook his head.

Token sighed, "Well, she's already gone."

The disappointment was heavily laced with his words. He was looking forward to actually have some sort of conversation with the girl. He was not really into blondes, but there was something about her that he could not point out. He just felt really attracted in a weird way that it was almost illogical.

"But!" Clyde let out a frustrated groan.

How could they let the pretty lady went away just like that? They did not even know her name yet.

"I'm going after her," Clyde said determinedly. He quickly darted out of his seat and in a flash he was also out of the café.

"H-h-hey!" Jimmy called out after him, but Clyde was already out of sight.

Oh well, that was Clyde for them. Show him a beautiful blonde bombshell and he would surely trail after the girl like a lost puppy.

Token and Jimmy were looking at one another with Clyde missing when Craig finally emerged from the backroom.

"What happened?" he asked when he saw his two friends were silent.

Actually, he came out of the back room as soon as he felt that the café was uncharacteristically silent. That never happened when Clyde was around. The man cannot stand silence even a companionable one.

"Clyde followed some lady who was here a few moments ago," Token explained as he gestured at the front door.

Jimmy dreamily sighed, "She's a very p-pretty blonde lady."

Craig raised his eyebrow. A blonde? He nervously gulped. It was not Tweek, right? Tweek had enough sense to know that going out was not really the smartest choice nowadays.

However, in the back of his own mind, Craig had a feeling that the pretty blonde they were referring was Tweek. Of course, Tweek is the prettiest blonde woman he had ever laid eyes on.

"How does she looked like?" Craig asked curiously while he tried to control his voice. Thankfully, his sentence came out as boring as ever and no hint of his actual feelings bled from his words.

"As Jimmy said, she's really pretty. Blonde hair, green eyes and hot. Definitely, Clyde's type," Token said nodding to himself. "Wait, she also looked oddly familiar. I cannot point out where I have seen her."

"M-m-me too. I think I know her."

Craig could feel himself sweating nervously. It could not be, but he was sure it was Tweek. It was no denying the fact, the blonde they were talking about was no other than Tweek herself.

"Crap," Craig bolted right out of the café.

If Clyde laid any fingers on Tweek he would not be held accountable for punching the man into a bloody pulp. Best friend or not, no one is allowed to touch or hit on his boyfriend.

...

Tweek could feel his face heating up really badly. He did not expect to see his childhood friends back in the coffee shop. Least of all, he did not expect them to actually try hitting on him like he was really beautiful or something. He thought those things only happened in movies, but it proved him otherwise. He was even called an angel by Clyde. What the fuck was wrong with them?

Tweek wanted to puke at how fast everything happened. For god's sake, he was only in there to put the cupcakes in the fridge. That was his main agenda besides fixing himself a frappe or maybe even getting himself a kiss or two from Craig.

Tweek leaned on the post outside the coffee shop. Why did God seem to hate him today? It was also even so hot outside that in a few minutes he knew that his vision would start to swim. Leave it to him for being too sensitive too hot temperature. Coffee was the only thing that he could handle without feeling that he was dying.

Tweek stared down at his outfit. With a sigh, he ran his hand over his hair. God dammit, he even tried to look cute for Craig and it seemed that his big plan had gone and did a grand nose dive to failure land.

He really should just stay home in the first place. He should wait until Craig came home and then he could ask him to bring the cupcakes by himself. Or he could even contact Tricia. The kid worked part-time for the shop, so he could definitely ask her a favor or two.

Why did he have to go in here in the first place? Oh, right. He previously had a totally flunked master plan.

"Hey," a very breathy voice called on Tweek.

Tweek gulped. He nervously turned his head to the direction of the voice's owner. He expected to see either Clyde or Token, but he was taken aback as he was greeted with a sight of Stan Marsh looking really worried at him.

"Are you alright? I saw you leaning in the post. Can I help you?" Stan asked as he gave Tweek a really comforting smile.

"Oh, uhm, I'm fine" Tweek flinched.

He instantly removed himself from the post and he straightens himself, running his hands over to his clothes to smooth it out and remove the invisible lint in there. He still had his back on the black haired male.

"Are you sure? I could help you inside if you wanted" he said jerking his hand on the coffee shop, "Or I could help you walk towards your car," Stan kindly offered.

A shudder instantly run at Tweek. God no, he would really like to die here outside because of the heat rather than get back there. He did not have an idea how to face his friends again.

"I'm good, thank you."

Stan, on the other hand, got a little bit tired talking at the girl's back. With few large steps, he deposited himself across the girl. He placed his right hand on the blonde's shoulder.

Tweek immediately froze from the contact and his eyes quickly darted up to look at Stan. The other male was almost as tall as Craig with his black hair cleanly cut.

"Are you sure-" A quick gasp escaped from Stan's parted lips. "You're beautiful," he said as his eyes met Tweek's green ones.

The black haired male blushed bright red realizing what he said out loud.

"Uh, I don't mean that. Wait! I mean you are beautiful, but I don't mean to say it out loud!" Stan quickly explained. His face was still beet red.

Tweek could also feel himself blushing really hard. What was wrong with everyone? Why did suddenly most of his friends found him really attractive?

Lost at what he was supposed to say, Tweek uttered a simple thank you.

"Thank you?"

"N-no! It's alright. Since I already slip anyway, you're really beautiful. I'm Stan Marsh, by the way. We should grab coffee together sometimes. You are?" Stan offered his hand at Tweek. He was also giving him a really boyish smile.

Tweek frowned. Of course, he did not have an idea that he was Tweek. For some reason, the thought that everyone was hitting on him just because he was apparently beautiful put a sour taste in Tweek's mouth.

"Boys," Tweek muttered to himself as he ignored the hand that Stan was offering him. Tweek turned around a little pissed off leaving a gaping Stan.

Tweek kind of understand now why girls usually used that line to describe guys. Boys would always be boys. He did not expect that he would be treated as an eye candy as if he is pretty was the only thing that matter. His head started to hurt.

Tweek was still seething when he collided with Clyde. The brown haired male was looking at him with wide eyes and he was smiling brightly. His energy and aura were too infectious that Tweek's mood was almost lifted. Almost. Until Clyde decided it was his turn to speak.

"Hey! I'm Clyde. You remember me, right? I'm one of the guys inside the shop. Uhhh, you did not order anything and I think my friend crept you out. But he is really nice," Clyde said laughing easily and flashing his cutest smile.

Tweek was very familiar with that smile. He saw it often on Clyde when the male tried hitting on various girls. Tweek felt his lips thinning.

"So, would you like to have some coffee with us? We could talk and spend time together. Anyway, what's your name barbie doll?"

Tweek lost it as soon as Clyde called him a Barbie doll. A fucking barbie doll. What kind of person called anyone a barbie doll? Yes, he was blonde, and he knew that his body proportions where doll-like, but to also freaking call him a doll at his own face? He knew that it was meant as a compliment, but Tweek did not give a fuck. At that moment Tweek could only saw red.

A few seconds later, all he remembered was his right fist connecting at Clyde's face along with the sound of nose crunching and breaking. A loud thud and wail were heard after as Clyde clutch his nose while he cried.

Tweek looked down at Clyde horrified. Thankfully, Stan, who Tweek ignored a few moments ago, was quick on his feet and he was already helping Clyde to sit down.

Tweek was clutching his slightly bloody fist. He had a vague idea that he hit Clyde really hard since there were specks of blood doting his fist. Tweek was already panicking over what he must do.

"I did not mean to!" Tweek shrieked. Clyde was still crying really hard and he was sniffing like a kid.

Out of a blue, Tweek heard a very deep chuckle that was deeply embedded in his mind and heart. Tweek eyes sought the sound and he saw Craig who was shaking his head at Clyde, but he did not hold an ounce of sympathy for his misfortune friend. Instead, a large smug grin was plastered on his face.

"Nice one, Tweek," Craig said as he winked at his partner. It seemed that Tweek could still handle his own.

"Tweek?" Clyde asked as he still sniffed. His eyes were red and there were snot and blood running down at his nose. "You're Tweek?" he asked the blonde, aghast. The color on his cheeks was suddenly gone.

This time, another thudding sound was heard as Clyde's head collided with the pavement. It seemed that he could not handle what happened for today.