Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville in any way, shape or form.besides, I'm poor so it's not worth your money to sue!

AN: This may, no will, get VERY confusing.

Part 2: Where did those come from?

- Morning, the Sullivan's -

Light poured through the pink curtains into Lana's room.

"Come on Lana, time to get up, you don't usually sleep this late. We have to be quick otherwise we'll be late for school" Chloe stood over Lana, shaking her shoulder until Lana gave out a groan of recognition and just as quickly as Chloe had arrived, she was gone.

"Ugh, I hate mornings" Lana grumbled to herself as she slowly emerged from under the sheets, welcomed by pink light. 'Whoa! Wait a minute, why was Chloe waking me up?' realisation dawned on Clark. Unless we did something last night that I'm really gonna regret. didn't she call me Lana? "Snap out of it Kent" Clark told herself sternly as she blearily checked the vicinity for red rocks just in case.

"Who you talking to Lana?" Chloe called from down the hallway, returning to Lana's room. Poking her head around the door, "Shower's free, I swear you're going crazy Lana"

"Yeah crazy. I'll be right along, just gimme a minute" Chloe exits ruffling her hair with a towel. That sure would explain why I'm sat not only in Lana's room but in Lana's body. Clark peered under the covers at his new body, a smile spread across his newly feminine face "This could be interesting." No! Stop it! Bad Clark! Clark mentally scolded himself, this is serious, not just an excuse to get an access all areas pass to Lana's body. still I'm going to have to get dressed at some point and who's fault is it if I happen to see something that maybe I shouldn't?

A sudden epiphany struck Clark: "If I'm here, that means Lana's."

- Kent Farm -

This is strange, definitely strange - Wow, understatement! I, Lana Lang wake up in Clark Kent's bed and not in the nice way, in the way that involves a muscular chest and boxer shorts. Lana pokes her stomach a few times, hmm, Clark really is a man of steel (AN: I'm really sorry, I couldn't help myself). Lana got up and walked over to the mirror hanging on the closet door, "Huh, brings a whole new meaning to being in love with your reflection". Lana pulled on a red flannel shirt, muttering to herself, "It's the closest he has to pink" and a pair of jeans.

Martha heard her son's feet on the stairs, "Clark, you sure are up early for you, you usually sleep for another 30 minutes."

"Morning Mrs. mom," letting out a slight chuckle, "If I slept for another half hour, I'd only have 5 minutes to get to school, no wonder I'm always late"

Looking at her son strangely "That's why you run, son. You feeling ok?"

Jonathon walks through the front door, "Clark I wasn't expecting you up, but now that you are, could you do these chores before you go?" handing Clark a piece of paper. Lana looks down at it 'Mend fence, muck out stables, feed cattle' Lana stopped part way down the list, puzzled, "Uh, dad, how am I supposed to do all this before I go?"

"Well, you are a little faster and stronger than most people Clark" Jonathon walks over to Clark and claps him on the back, looking knowingly at him.

Still puzzled, Lana walked out into the yard and began jogging towards the Loft. Suddenly she felt a gust of wind and she was at the perimeter of the farm. "Whoa shit! What the hell was that?"