Chapter 4

Dally came running into the room, he looked a little annoyed. "What's happening here?"

I was a little worried, the last thing I wanted was the gang finding out about the switch, so I covered Samantha's mouth and dragged her into the bathroom.

"Whoa, Pony, she sure is a strong chick eh?" I heard Dally mumble before I closed the door. Samantha was panting; she looked like she was about to scream again.

"WHO ARE YOU?" She screeched as she started to sob. "Why am I in that dweeb's body! This is so frustrating!" She started to flap her hands, you know, that thing chicks do when they're stressed. They honestly think it's so cute, but they really look like chickens when they do that.

"Will you relax and stop making so much noise? Something happened last night, I think we switched bodies or something. It's not like I don't want my body back." I paused, " And I'm not a dweeb!"

Samantha gasped, "YOU'RE Johnny? Oh my god! Eww! Get out of my body you freak!" She was really getting on my nerves, because she started slapping my shoulders, "You must've looked at me naked or something, didn't you? ADMIT IT!"

"Look! Will you stop being such a pain in the ass and LISTEN TO ME!" She took a step back and immediately went quiet; I think I took her by surprise. "Listen, I don't know how long we're gonna be stuck like this, so we need to try and act normal. That means, you have to be more manly, and I have to be more, eurgh, irritating."

"I'm not irri-"

I continued before she could finish, "Is there anything I should take note of? Any… girl stuff?"

Samantha examined me for a while, and I think she looked really disgusted. "Ok, firstly, what the hell are you wearing?"

"These were the only decent clothes you have! And that's not important, I-" She paused.

"And oh my god! You're not wearing a bra!"

I blushed as I looked down, "Erm, yeah, you gotta teach me how to wear them things."

"That's just gross! I'm not gonna let you abuse my body like that! We'll settle the clothes issue after school," She rolled her eyes, "Oh, before I forget, you might need to handle some, erm… stuff, maybe in a couple of days."

"What'd you mean?"

"I'm expecting my period soon."

I froze. "WHAT!"

"CHILL! Maybe we'd switch back tonight or something, don't worry. It won't come so soon. Besides, I don't have a heavy flow, so I think you can handle it." I kept quiet. "You have seen blood before right?"

I've seen blood before, definitely. But I never liked looking at it. It makes me sick. "I… I think I can handle it. I'll just call you once it, well, happens."

"I'll give you the tampons once we get out of here." She felt her, ok, technically my, hair. "Any guy stuff I need to know?"

"Nup, not any that I can think of. Except maybe… make sure you grease your hair every single day."

She frowned at me, "So that's the stuff you put on your hair. Ponyboy greases his hair too, and I find it sickening. But yeah, boys and their little habits…" She bit her lips, "I'm not looking forward to my shower."

"Gee, I wasn't enjoying MY shower too. I had to make sure I wasn't looking at myself!"

For the first time, Samantha chuckled. I've never heard her chuckle before; I've always thought she was incapable of laughing. I guess she's human after all. A really twisted one, but still human.

We stayed silent for a while, then I realized that Ponyboy might be having ideas. I mean, come on, his best friend and his girlfriend were together in the bathroom. Quickly, I took a deep breath and stared at Samantha, "Let's do this."

She folded her arms across her chest, "Alright. But you have to promise you can't touch me."

Eww, who'd wanna touch you. I felt someone whack me on the back of my neck. "Oops, was that out loud? Sorry."

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