The worst part of walking into class late is knowing that everyone will stare at you as if you just killed someone. Staring was the exact opposite of what I wanted, so thank god I had Marco to cover for me. Luckily my boobs weren't too big, so I could squish the History book against my chest and look somewhat normal, aside from my chest length hair.

"Sorry we were late Mr. Zacharius. Jean's feeling a bit sick today." Marco said calmly as we tried to shuffle our way toward our seats. Mr. Zacharius suddenly sniffed the air, and I resisted the urge to groan.

"I don't think you're telling the truth Mr. Bodt. Why don't you let Jean explain for himself why you two were late." Marco and I froze.

Shit shit shit. Damn him and his damn nose. I cleared my throat and tried to speak as quietly as possible.

"Sorry, my throat is kinda scratchy right-" I stopped. Oh god. Oh god no. My voice had just cracked in the middle of 'right.' My fucking voice just cracked. Everyone stared at me in complete horror. Even Mr. Zacharius was in complete shock.

"Jean, are you feeling-"

"Hey look! Jean's hair is really long for some reason!" some kid pointed out. I swore I could feel my face heat up as the whispers circulated around the room. I panicked for what seemed like the billionth time that day and quickly pulled up my hoodie over my head. Jean Kirschstein would never, ever get flustered this badly. But the new me, whoever that was, suddenly felt weird and out of place. Is this what girls felt often? Well, whatever, there was no time to dwell on it now. Besides, I had a feeling I wouldn't be Jean Kirschtein for a long time.

The next several minutes of class were painfully awkward. People kept throwing glances back and whispering. It made me want to crawl in a hole and never come out, but I tried to ignore it and pay attention to Mr. Zacharius' lesson. But even he soon grew tired of no one paying attention, and he set down his book and sighed.

"Alright Jean, you're going to have to explain what's going on, because even I am stumped. As your teacher, it's my job to report all unusual behaviors of students, mostly for the sake of others." he explained with just a hint of irritation. I sighed. I guess I could understand where he was coming from. But it still didn't make it any less awkward.

"Well, to be honest, I have no idea where this came from. I just woke up, and there it was." I know I probably sounded like the dumbest person alive with that stupid explanation, but I guess it wasn't so bad considering the whispers were gone. Although, now they were replaced with looks of confusion, and a couple "okay this dude is weird" expressions. It was like no matter how hard I tried I would not be able to get away from the stares and whispers among people. I guess I must've looked pretty distressed, because Marco decided to speak up.

"You guys, just leave him alone. He's going to have to deal with this shit all day." To be honest, I was surprised Marco cursed like that. Usually, he was pretty good with keeping his tongue under control (unlike Connie and I). I was also pretty grateful for his help, and I was about to let him know when one of the assholes of the class decided to comment.

"Don't you mean she's going to have to deal with this? Look Jean, I don't care if you're going through some weird phase, just don't bother me with it." he said, and the others nodded in agreement. Well. That was a little less aggressive than I thought coming from some tough guy who makes fun of pretty much everyone including the teacher. It still pissed me off just a little bit that everyone thought I was crazy, but at least they weren't too malicious about it. I wondered if it was because I was a girl now. Probably not, but a man, er, a woman can dream, can't she?

Lunch time rolled around faster than I expected. I was still pretty nervous to confront my friends, even though they probably already knew by now that I was a girl. Gossip in my school spreads faster than wildfire and can leave the victim with scars worse than burns, so I could only imagine what kind of nasty assumptions had been made about me. When I sat down at my usual table, I got what I expected: shocked expressions.

"Uh, wow. Okay, so remind me, how exactly did this happen?" one of my friends, Reiner asked. I gave an exasperated sigh for the the billionth time. I knew he wasn't trying to be mean about it, but I was getting a little tired of being asked the same thing all day. Hell, I could easily be compared to a broken record with how many times I had answered the same thing. It was strange to really think about it too. Like, I thought this kind of stuff only happened in the movies. But here I am, suddenly the opposite gender. It sort of hurt to think about for some reason, and it got worse when people commented on it.

"Jean, what happened? I keep hearing that you got your breasts enlarged to make your parents love you or something." Eren said as soon as he reached the table. Well that was just fan-fucking-tastic. Of course Eren would bring something like that up now.

"Not now Eren, I'm busy thinking." I tried to say in a warning tone, letting him know that I really didn't want to be questioned more. Eren and I have never really gotten along that well before, so it was better not to get him too involved especially since I couldn't really handle all this questioning. Eren didn't ask anymore, to which I was grateful. But it sure didn't stop the others from questioning.

"Connie said that his boobs were real, but Mina said that he's a liar. So which is it?"

"Are you okay right now Jean? I'm always here to talk if you need me to."

"How did your hair get so long so fast? Did you use extensions?"

There were so many questions flying at me all at once that I could hardly concentrate on anything, and I was starting to get a headache. I didn't know what to do, and it was frustrating nobody believed me. Luckily, Connie walked in on the conversation and saved my ass, with Marco as an alibi.

"Guys, I know they are real! And Marco knows too," Marco nodded to confirm. "He, or uh, she has already said that she doesn't know what's going on. That's all I can think of to say, okay?" The rest of the group quieted down, but I could tell they wanted to ask more questions. Hell, I want to know more myself. Aside from all of that, I'm sure it'd take a long time before my friends looked at me the same way, or at least in a normal way.

After lunch, Marco and I went to our last class of the day, which generally put me in a good mood because it meant I could slack off and not do much. It was even better because it was Friday. But because of all the negative attention I got all throughout the day, I wasn't as excited as usual. Once again, Marco tried to cheer me up.

"Hey Jean. Actually, I should probably call you something different now." I honestly wanted to get mad at him for continuing to bring up my situation, but he had a point. It would be awkward for me to have be called a boy's name when I clearly wasn't a boy. Plus, I don't actually think it's possible to get mad at Marco with how sweet he was.

Hold on, did I just think of him as sweet? I tried to change 'sweet' to 'nice,' but it still sounded weird coming from a girl. Dammit, this is way too weird.

"Hmm, how about Jean? It's just your name but the girl version."

"That won't work. I've gotten enough shit from people accidentally mispronouncing my name a billion times, and I am not about to bring that back again." Marco only rolled his eyes.

"Well okay, how about Joan?"

"Nah, I don't really like the flow of it."

"Jane then?"

"Are you kidding? Jane is from like the 50s!"

"Well then you come up with something." Marco clearly didn't understand that coming up with girls names was hard for me because I didn't have any siblings. But he has two sisters that name every stuffed animal and doll they have, so it was easy for him. I sighed.

"I guess Jane will suffice." Marco smiled.

"Good choice, Jane."

Later that evening, when I came home to mom and dad, they were already aware that I was now a girl. Like I said before, gossip in our school spreads faster than wild fire, and it wasn't long before the principal caught wind of what was being said. And since he's a nice guy and all, he needed to tell my parents. Just fucking great. More people to look at me like I'm some freak. I mean, they weren't too bad about it, but sometimes I caught them staring and it got really awkward. I decided I would go to bed early, since I just needed a break from the world for awhile.

What an absolutely shitty day.