Murdoc splashed water on his face just to be sure he wasn't dreaming of his nightmare. Poor guy. Uh-er, I mean, poor…girl. "No, no, no, no, no, no! I can't be a chick! No! Not cool! How the hell did this happen? Oh man, I won't be able to flirt with gals either! They'd think I'm a lesbian or something! Damn it, damn it, damn it ALL! GAH!" He, or she in this case, took a good look at him/herself. He looked…feminine. Long black hair down to the waist, (maybe kinda like…Kagome from Inuyasha?) face was smaller, nose was smaller than before and wasn't … "squished" anymore. Body was another thing. For a forty-year-old "woman", (s)he looked pretty good. "Oh dear fuck, this is SO WRONG. Oh my gosh, what happened to my voice? It's higher! I sound, like, like…oh God, how am I going to explain this to the others?"
2-D scratched his head yawning woken up by a bunch of yelling going on upstairs. "Bloody hell, must be Muds and another one of his hellish hangovers. Always drinks more beer than anything else." He stood up from his bed with the blankets messed up and walked over to his mirror to take the first look at himself for the day. " Hello, myse-OMFG! Who are you? Wait," he said touching his face and body, " Shit! It's me! I'm a gal! WTF? Oh man, oh man, oh man… This is NOT happening to me! It has to be a dream!" 2-D had long blue slightly spiked down to his/her elbows. Eyebrows weren't thick anymore, still very tall, and slim body. " Oh dear Lord, I thought I would never know what I would look like as a girl. Now I know. Well, that's one thing I can check off in my list "mysteries unknown". Shit, how long am I going to stay like this? I wonder if anyone else had a sex switch." 2-D put on one of his originally made shirts and headed towards the lift.
She stood up and yawned. Noodle was usually the earliest one up, but yesterday was an acceptation due to almost being trampled by fans while shopping for CDs to update her already large collection. "What a great day. Good weather outside, it's the weekend, nothing can get better than this!" she said with her hands behind her head walking towards the partition to greet Shaun. "Good morning, Ryder san!" Shaun gasped.
"Ryder san, what's wrong?"
"Who are you? What happened to Noodle?"
"What? It's me, Shaun san, Noodle!"
"You're not Noodle, where is she, man?"
"What are you talking about? I'm a girl!"
"No you're not! You're a boy! An Asian boy!"
" No I'm not! I'm Noodle!"
"Listen, I do agree you look like Noodle, but it would be a bit more convincing if you were a female."
"Are you blind? I am Noodle!"
"Stop kidding around! Take a look at yourself!"
Noodle stared into Shaun Ryder's sunglasses. She had a white shirt on that said "Born 2 Lie" in red letters, jeans, black and white Converse, and her hair was short. And I mean, SHORT. Hair kind of looked like… Murdoc's? But violet and was shampooed, unlike the bassist's. Her body no longer had feminine curves she used to have. "Oh my- Holy crap! That's me! My voice! My clothes! My HAIR! Oh my God!" Shaun raised an eyebrow. "What, never saw your reflection before, kid?"
" I changed! I'm a guy now!"
"How the heck can you change?"
" I just did! But I am Noodle!"
"Prove it, then."
" You have a collection of-"
"Ok! Ok, you're Noodle. Don't even DARE say it!"
"You see? I AM Noodle."
"Damn, what happened to you?"
" No clue. You think this could've happened to the others?"
"Why not? Nothing in Kong is normal, anyway."
"Well, that's true. I'll see you later. I need to go check on the guys."
Then she closed the partition and ran to the kitchen.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEEEEEEEP! Russel fell out of his bed. " Gah, shit!" He got up and stretched out his arms with his head tilted back and mouth wide open with a loud "YAAWWWWNNN". He opened his eyes and looked at his ceiling. "Who the- holy shit! What the hell?" He ran his fingers through the hair he now had on his used-to-be-bald-head. "Oh, crap. No way, no way, no way." He looked up at his ceiling again. "It's true! I'm a woman! Fuck! How the hell did I become this? Oh my GOD, this is WRONG. I wonder if," he ran out his room.
(to be continued)