Even though the girls were still disappointed that they couldn't pick out my outfit, they didn't hesitate when it came to my hair and make up. They showed up at my door at exactly 6:30 at night. My poor mom probably had a heart attack with how many girls were standing there with make up kits, curling irons, and brushes. They were like fashion zombies, ready to feast on whatever unfortunate victim got caught in their hands. But mom was excited for them once she saw what was going on, so she let them on through. For the second time that week I internally cried as they dragged me away to the bathroom.

"No Sasha! That's not the right lipstick she needs!" I heard Christa yell.

"It's okay Chirsta. I'll put on some eyeliner to compliment it." Mikasa said as she pinched at my eye. For a girl who rarely wore any make up, Mikasa was pretty damn good. And thank GOD Ymir wasn't there, or I don't know if my face would look presentable. However, Hannah was there, and she was a huge stickler with foundation. My face was practically burning from how much she rubbed off the damn stuff every time she messed up. I was hoping that Mina would step in soon because she seemed to be doing it right before Mikasa called her over for liquid eyeliner help. They also got into fights a lot (like right now) when one of them "messed up" (I don't really know what counts as messing up, so I'd use air quotes). This experience made me pray even more that I would turn back soon, because I didn't want to have to deal with this shit.

But now that I think about it... It'd been weeks since this whole thing has happened. I should've changed back by now. That's how it works in the movies right? I started to think that I really would be stuck like this forever. I could feel my stomach clench the more I thought about it. I'd have to live on and accept that I was now a girl for the rest of my life. I'd have to accept that people would look at me like I was a freak. The doctors would take one look at my birth certificate and sigh and think of how unnatural I was. I may even end up in the news, and God knows what the media does to freaks like me. All these things I'd have to think about, and I guess I never realized how nervous I was until now. I guess it showed on my face, because I just noticed the girls trying to get my attention.

"Jane, you okay?" Hannah asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Just a little tired." I lied. Sasha grinned.

"Now's not the time to be tired! You've got a date with Marco! How could you be tired when you've got him for the entire night?" she asked enthusiastically, making all the other girls nod with her. Sometimes I wish Sasha wasn't so damn charismatic.

"I know I do, but it still feels so... I dunno, gay. Like, even if I'm a girl, when I change back it'll be weird to think that Marco took me to prom." Mikasa just rolled her eyes while Sasha giggled.

"Wow Jane, you and him are so incredibly dense when it comes to this stuff," Christa said, giggling a little bit. Seriously, what was going on here? Was everyone in on a secret that I wasn't in on?

"Marco obviously likes you. He'd do anything for you." Mina commented without looking up from her eyeliner.

"Huh? But why me?" Everyone shrugged.

"We wondered the same thing." Sasha said, trying to hide her smirk as I rolled my eyes.

"I get it, I'm an asshole, laugh it up. But I guess it's fine that Marco picked me. I'm happy." The girls turned to me with smiles that a parent would give their kid on their first day of college.

"Awwwww you're such a little cutie," Mina gushed, almost pinching my cheeks before she realized she was still working on them. I rolled my eyes again. I swear to god there were so many things wrong with these people.

An hour later, they were finally finished with my make up, which just left my hair. I nearly cringed at the thought of them getting in a fight about my hair. They'd probably yank at it like it was a game of tug of war. I knew asking them beforehand not to pull too hard was pretty much useless since I asked them before to hurry up with make up, and look how that turned out.

"I think we should put her hair in a pretty braid!" Christa said. Surprisingly, all the others agreed instantly. However, that didn't mean the process was over yet.

"You should put a cute little flower clip in your hair!" Sasha practically begged.

"Hell no. You guys already did my make up, I'm not going that far." This was starting to get ridiculous. But before I could protest again, Christa whipped out a small, red clip that had a flower right on it. She quickly placed it on my head before I had a chance to react, and she looked pretty damn satisfied with herself as the other girls cooed over my new flower.

"Okay, go look in the mirror now!" Sasha shouted. Yeah, I knew that I was going to look in the mirror already. I don't think I was prepared for what I was going to see though, considering I had barely ever looked in the mirror in the time that I had been a girl. When I got to my bathroom mirror, it was like all time had stopped, and I was frozen in place.

This girl was not the Jane Kirchstein I had come to know.

This girl was ten times more attractive. This girl sparkled under the light with the small touches of make up here and there.

This girl made me realize just how further I had slipped into becoming the opposite gender. But you what? I don't care. I was starting to accept the fact that I might not be normal ever again. Sure it was hard to believe at first, but now I guess my body was stuck in the routine. I smiled and walked out of the bathroom with a new sense of confidence.

A few minutes after the girls had left to go to the school, I heard a knock at the door. I took a deep breath, then opened it to reveal Marco. I swear my breath hitched in my throat and I almost choked on my own air. He was so incredibly gorgeous. His suit fit him perfectly, and he seemed to had messed with his hair a little bit. He also seemed stunned upon seeing me, which I took as a compliment.

"Wow... You look... Wow," I giggled at his stumbling. Maybe he really was bad with words like he said. Oh well, it made him cute all the same.

"Let's go before you stutter yourself out, huh?" A small blush appeared on his many freckles before he nodded.

By the time we had arrived at school, the party had pretty much started. I could also tell because there were people acting pretty wasted. I'm not sure if it was because someone spiked the punch or they just wanted to impress others, but either way I knew I wouldn't be drinking any liquids that didn't come from an already sealed can/bottle. I was still pretty paranoid from what happened last time.

"We should go find everyone." Marco said, and I agreed. It wasn't that hard though, since Christa and Ymir were already on the dance floor, and Reiner and Bertl were by the snacks. There was also Franz and Hannah, and it appeared that Franz and Reiner were having a corn dog eating contest while their dates looked like they wanted to barf from how much food they were stuffing their faces with.

"Uh, it kinda looks like they're busy right now, don't you think?" Marco asked me. I took the hint. He didn't want to be around those two as much as I didn't, so I nodded.

"Let's go find Eren, Armin, and Mikasa." I suggested. Marco seemed grateful for my suggestion.

Eren, Armin, and Mikasa all turned out to be by the photo booth, where Sasha and Connie were being complete dorks at the booth. I shook my head; I was embarrassed for them. I could already tell this night would be one of the weirdest nights I would ever have. But compared to all this time I've experienced being the opposite gender, I somehow doubted I'd really mind.