Here's my twelfth chapter(: i tried to hurry with his chapter because i haven't been updating (sorry about thatD:)! There's been things' coming up, and anyways, thank you all readers. You're reviews are awesome, and I've been going through such hard times at the moment that when I read them i smile because they help me feel waaaay better. Please continue reading, hope you enjoy, and please review! :D

So there Samantha Puckett-who was actually Fredward Benson inside her body-stood in front of the girl's locker room, not so sure that he wanted to go inside. Even if he is a dude (on the inside) and any other 'normal harmonic teenage boy would've taken advantage of the opportunity, he wasn't that type of guy.

He just didn't want to go, so he would be jumpy and look around as he would fix the dress with no reason to as many chick would pass him and enter the locker room, giving him a glance on why she wasn't going in and he'll look away and sighed.

'You can do this Benson; they're chicks, and you should be able to-Ugh! I can't!' He groaned and shook his head the blonde hair going all over, already desperate since the bell was about to ring. He was eventually going to go inside, so the sooner he gets in there, the sooner he'll change and run out to take a seat in the gym.

He inhaled and deep breath and when letting it out he shut his eyes, eyelids blocking his view as he stretched for the door wanting to push it. And when he felt the cool plane he pushed, going in slowly while other girl would just stare.

He made it in, just to bump into the tiled wall making his pale nose and cheek turn slightly red the following second, as he groaned and forced herself to open his eyes, once more revealing blue eyes. Touching it with his palm he looked over to his right, and just as he remembered he was supposed to have his eyes shut, he didn't see any bare woman.

He must've taken a while outside, but he was glad now. "W-what?" He asked, and narrowed his eyes at them and entered passing some lockers, and then, "Thank you!" He smiled and ran as fast as he could into the bathroom stull.

He could change there and it would be good, it'll be weird if he found someone staring. He sighed and leaned back to the door after locking it, and he looked forward to see a toilet, "Dead mother of gooses, I'm in the chick's bathroom," he whispered to himself feeling a little weird.

He shook it off, hearing the warning bell and then stepped himself off the dress and into the clothes Freddie gave him and stuffed into the bag on the way. And when he put the Penny Tee, he hadn't realized how bad he needed to go to the rest room until he felt a shiver grown around his thighs.

'I am not going to the restroom, there's no way,' he assured himself and started to put the black shorts, and just in that moment he could've sworn he was peeing himself, and widen his eyes crossing legs, but somehow it was like a water fall being blocked by pebbles. "Chizz,"

He almost lost balance and banged his head on the door, "Shit," he spread the legs and he wasn't peeing anymore. But still, he peed on himself and was supposed to exercise like that? He didn't think so. He was getting tired of it, really sick of everything. It's been three days and he's tired of it already. He was exhausted.

At that moment there was a knock, "Samantha?"

"Uh... Y-yeah?"

"Are you alright?" Was he alright? He peed on his pants and just his head and felt like his brain was just rattling inside like a puzzled jagged inside a large box. He wasn't alright. "I'm fine."

He walked out, backpack over shoulder and dress stuffed inside, and she sighed seeing a light brown head with a confused expression as she held a clipboard-checking to see who was present, "Are you sure you're okay?" If he faked and injury, then maybe he could skip class.

"I-Uh, you know, my stomach really hurts to tell you the truth." He sighed, and honestly, he wasn't actually lying. It's not that he had a stomach ache, but it felt like... butterflies? Maybe, yeah. And like it was being twisted at the same time. Like a soft-kind of cramp.

"Oh," the light brunette smiled, "I see."

Sam just nodded, hoping he'll be able to sit down, and he could figure out how to clean himself. Even though he peed, it didn't spread all the way down to the legs, so he needs to check that out (not literally).

"Yeah," Sam sighed and touched his stomach looking at her.

"You're on your Tom?"

He narrowed blonde brows at her, "My wha-?"

"Tom," she giggled as Sam still looked confused and lost, "Time of month?"

He really did not know much about girl, and it was almost pathetic. But then again, having a mother like his was different from other moms and if she never really thought him anything about puberty-thinking it was too much for him.

The mistake that crazy woman makes, that when the school sent out papers about teaching it, she'll sign no and he'll be the only to step out.

Never the less, he was still a little off on what he meant, but was afraid to ask so he just nodded, "Yeah."

"Do you need a pad?" 'Pad?' he sighed and once more narrowed her eyes at her, "Oh," the light brunette whispered, "you use tampons?"

'Tam-wha-?'

"Come 'ere, I have an extra one, since I just finished last week and well, you know, volleyball practice." She smiled as the blonde nodded and smiled as she followed, not knowing where he was being led.

And then they stood in front of a locker, and the brunette started to open her as Sam stood there waiting, looking as she took a small bag unzipping it, "Here," she smiling handling her two cotton sticks, "an extra just in case." She smiled and Sam just stared at them.

Mouth almost open, finding no words, and now he understood everything as he connected every dot about the conversation that had occurred seconds ago, "OH, I-" He started but the girl chuckled, "It's okay, " she smiled and stuffed them on the blonde's hand, "take 'em. Now, hurry, I bet coach's already out there."

His cheeks were already forming a reddish cherry and she nodded tightening her fist firmly, 'Shit, Sam's on her period.'

And in no further thought he rushed to the stull she was in before and rushed for his pear phone, and once finding it he dialed as fast as he could already getting irritated by the first ring. "Ugh," he leaned on the door, exhaled a big relief sigh when she answered, "Why are you calling me?"

"Sam, I'm in YOUR TOM!" He whispered harshly and paced around the small rectangular shape and then he didn't hear her anymore, and he narrowed his eyes, "Hello? Sam?"

"Seriously?"

"Ye-"

"How do you know?"

"Well, I first I thought I was peeing on the shorts, and then a chick asked me and I don't know, she just knew."

"Meet me at the courtyard."

"Where are you?"

"... Courtyard?" She informed as he heard some muffle, which meant she was probably eating a fat cake.

"What? Why?"

"I didn't who you had-whatever just hurry!" And with that she hanged up leaving Sam to figure out a way to get out, since that brunette already knew he was there; at the moment he didn't care, and he opened the door and saw no one; most likely left to the gym, so he took the chance and went out the door.

Making a short run, he would look around afraid of any teacher, even if he was in Sam's body didn't mean that he would turn into an expert at skipping. When he did skip, it was with Sam of course, but she'll the one making the moves.

She'll just walk across the hallway out the building while he would twirl and look around, afraid of Mr. Howard or Ms. Briggs or whoever. Either way, he was scared.

Minutes later, he made it to reach where she was barely unwrapping a fat cake, stuffing it when Sam walked out and breathing hard as he stared at Freddie who raised an eyebrow, "What took you forever?"

He swallowed and shook his head pointing at her (him) and was inhaling, "Why weren't you in class?"

"You didn't tell me who your teacher was," she shrugged with a pointed lip, "and I was hungry," she admitted with a smirk and stood up getting the other fat cake since she had finished the first one from the package, "so how do you know about Tom?"

He didn't want to discuss it; it was weird and embarrassing and just made his (her) bones shiver all over. But either way, he informed her way it had happened and then reached inside Sam's backpack and unzipping the small bag she pulled out two tampons, "She gave me these!" He shrieked, and threw them at her, who caught them and chuckled, "Dude, chill. I don't wear tampons, they're nasty." She shrugged.

"Still, I'm stained and whatever."

Freddie sighed and nodded, "Okay, c'mon."

"Where are we going?" He asked as Freddie reached for his wrist and dragged him, "To get you cleaned up," she said in a 'Duh' tone like he clearly knew that, which honestly was somewhat of common sense.

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Sam-who had a bandanna on his eyes-was almost bare as he stood in his shower while Freddie turned the shower as she started to shower him, making sure to rinse off the blood, which Sam was just completely disturbed and felt weird.

Being in a period wasn't a fun thing, especially since he's going to be bleeding constantly, for about three, four day, a week? Wearing a pad? That's not cool, at all. It's not comfortable and he's going to have to live with the fear of getting stained and someone telling her.

After twenty minutes or so, now Sam being completely bare-bandana still on-Freddie covered him in a towel and dragged him to the room giving him some a panties (she broke in Carly's apartment and snatched a pair with a pad) and put the bra she was wearing earlier.

With a Penny Tee and some shorts, Freddie stared at him as the blonde asked him 'what' with a simple nod. She raised shoulders and wondered if to ask, something she was curious about. They weren't going back to class, she knew that for sure, and being in the room stuck doing nothing could be somewhat boring.

Maybe making some conversation could be good, but she was afraid to make 'awkward' conversation, but curiosity killed the cat; at least that's what her Uncle Carmine always told her.

"Hey, Freddie," she started as she leaned on the wall of Freddie's bed and criss-crossed 'her' hair legs, (which she's been urging to shave) and Sam listened as she mumbled a 'Hmm?'. "Can I ask you something personal?"

Wide eyes approaching on his view she watched her, "What kind of personal?" He was already imagining and he was freaking out. But he let her continue and the brunette leaned forward, "Why don't you ever talk about your dad?"

"What?" Dad? Why so sudden? "W-why would I-?" She cornered her Freddie lips and shrugged, "I don't know, I saw some photos and I saw you with your dad." She smiled and the way Benson stared at her-not in hate-made her wonder if she did wrong.

She was Sam after all; Freddie should know she didn't honestly mean any bad intension. The tension slowly building up, she looked at him, somehow trying to break him down with a glare of 'the staring game'.

He sighed and then took a seat next to Sam, "Why did you go through my stuff?"

"I'm Samantha Puckett," she said with a pointed eyebrow and sighed, "I wanted something to blackmail you with." She said and he just gave her the best 'really' look he could get from Sam's face, and she chuckled noticing that the tension was disappearing.

Maybe he wasn't mad because she did go through his privacy, but he didn't want to talk about his dad. And then again, maybe he did. He sighed and Freddie smiled, "It's cool if you don't want to tell me."

"It's just that..." he looked down and once more observed the pale hands that at the moment were his, and smiled then looked at her. The smile soon faded, because seeing her was actually seeing himself, and just in that he could his own father. "I haven't spoken about my dad in such a long time."

Freddie just narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Yeah, like, my mom doesn't bring him up as much, after he passed away."

"Oh." That silent her, and she watched him (her), she watched her blonde hair in her blue eyes shining, and it was like she was going to see herself cry; which would be weird, because even if she did cry, she wouldn't watch her reflection. "Freddie, you don't have to-"

"The last time I saw him I was eleven." He sighed and with the tip of his finger he rubbed the waterline of his eyes and managed to smile, "he was such a good dad, the most I can remember."

"Why doesn't you mom... bring him up?"

He sighed and looked at her (him) and shrugged his shoulders, "She cried a lot," he remembered, "she was devastated, and she once told me that we needed to be strong. I was all she had left, so..." he looked down at the texture of his bed sheets and sighed as he ran Sam's hand above them, "that's why she's over protective." At least he figured, he'd never really gotten a direct answer, and when he asked she would say for is safety.

She smiled, "You miss him?"

"A lot."

"Imagine if he was alive, he would've freak knowing you were a chick now." She joked with a sly smile that helped him smile a little with chuckled that made her want to chuckle.

"I really miss my body," he confessed and she sighed with a groaned, "ME TOO!"

"You think we'll ever be ourselves again?" He asked looked at her (him) as she scratched the back of her neck, "I don't know... hopefully?"

"Hopefully," He then stared at her and she bit the bottom of her lips she stared back, "Sam?" he started and she nodded a 'what'. "What about your dad?"

She shrugged at the question and shook her head, "I don't know, I barely remember him. I think he was fat with a huge bear, but then again that could've been Santa Clause," she smirked and he rolled his blue eyes with a smirk.

"Seriously, you don't remember him."

She shook her head, "No, I do remember how he looks like because my mom used to videotape us." She smiled, at the 'happy' memories when her mom wasn't always hung over and almost actually could've had a decent life if her dad didn't leave. Like her dad was the source of the family, and when he decided to leave, it all fell apart.

"If you saw him, right now, standing in front of you-"

"I'll spit in his face," she said simply, almost smiling as already having the image in her brain. He stared at her and she chuckled, "He's been gone for almost thirteen years," she sighed and leaned once more on the wall behind her, "it's not like I could take him back with open arms."

"True, but after all he-"

"Broke my moms' heart," she sighed and ran her hand through the brunet hair, "that's all there was to it. She saw younger women and more money to spent, and all he had to do was pack."

She was hurt, anyone would've been able to tell, and he could understand that her dad did wrong, but since he saw everything from a different point of view he had different opinions. Maybe because his dad didn't leave because he wanted to, most likely still living with them if he were alive.

And as he was about to speak, he narrowed his eyes in pain and felt his stomach, "Damn, can I die if I bleed too much?"

"I hope not," she joked making his eyes winded at her making her chuckled, when he screamed 'what'.

So this was my chapter, i hope you liked it. The drama hasn't begun, but I'm working on that and it'll come pretty soon, and i will try to update soon and faster! I hope you enjoyed and liked it. And if you didn't, please let me know and review. If any ideas or suggestions you want to make, I'm up to it(: thanks, and sorry if any mistakes.