Author Note: Sorry about not updating. Alot has been going on and I've been pretty depressed. Arguing with my boyfriend, my cat died, I have school to deal with. Its been a bad couple weeks. Some fair warning, I'm probably going to take a while to update this. I can really only write when I'm feeling the story. After this chapter we'll be having some more light-hearted stuff in the story and we've gotten past alot of the angst so I'll be writing chapters when I'm feeling up to writing them. Please be patient.

"I understand."

Guy's eyes widened a little in surprise at Sheila's response. He had half been expecting her to try to talk him out of it. She had to know what his decision would entail.

"Y-you do?" he stuttered in surprise.

Sheila made another motion that was meant as a nod and began, "Yes. It's not going to be easy. If you're sure about this-"

"- I am." He interrupted. The supercomputer continued, "- then you're going to have to tell your parents that you're Shezow."

Guy sighed and leaned back in his chair, casting his gaze at the ground, "I know… I'm not sure how they'll take it. Last time it was just mom and she loved it but this time… I hope dad doesn't hate me…"

"They're your parents. They have to love you unconditionally no matter what." Sheila reassured him.

He looked up at the monitor and forced a half smiled saying, "I hope you're right."

Then Shezow stood and smoothed down the creases in his skirt from being seated and rocked back on his heels to examine the rest of his outfit before he continued, "Thanks, Sheila. I should get back to my room. I need some time to think over what I plan to say to them."

As he turned to leave Sheila pulled his attention back to the she lair's computer screen by saying his name. He gave a 'hmm?' in response to which she told him, "You should change back before you speak to your parents. It will help them believe your claims if they actually see you change into Shezow. This will be the last time you have to be Guy."

"Right… She-yeah." In a flurry of sparkles Shezow turned back into Guy Hamdon and immediately he felt that sharp pain in his heart again. He clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a few minutes while he regained his composure before he made his way out of the She Lair.

Nervous. That was the best way to describe him right now. Guy had spent some time laying back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking over what he was going to say. Then he had gotten up and picked up his room, which had be far more clean that usual lately as well, to try to quell the sick feeling that had started rising in his throat. When he heard his mother call him downstairs for breakfast he had nearly jumped out of his skin. He was that on edge. But he called back that he would be down shortly and then he took to pacing back and forth from one end of his room to the other, carrying on an argument with himself in his mind. Or, more accurately, carrying on a war against his own fears.

Guy forced himself to take some deep breaths and left his room, not heading downstairs but instead making his way to the bathroom where he stood in front of the mirror and gazed into the pair of hazel eyes (see obit scott wade's tumblr page 25 for reference) that were gazing back at him. He stared at his face, Guy's face, taking in every little detail and allowing those all too familiar unpleasant thoughts and emotions fuel his determination. With new found courage Guy finally made his way downstairs and peaked into the dining room where only his mother and father remained and told them that he needed to talk to them about something important.

Now, however, all the courage he had mustered had evaporated into thin air with the three of them sitting in the living room to have their discussion. His mother was giving him a concerned look and his father's expression was unreadable. Now that he was actually facing them he was starting to doubt his ability to tell them. His mouth and throat felt very dry and his stomach was in knots. Guy was avoiding actually looking at them as much as possible, eyes directed at his hands which he was wringing nervously.

"Uh… I…" He tried to force the words out, but they seemed to be getting caught in his throat. He felt that sick feeling again, like he might throw up. He risked a glance at his mom and saw her giving him an encouraging look.

"Go on, sweetie. You know you can tell us anything, Guy." She assured him. He nodded wordlessly and gulped. There seemed to be less air in the room, or maybe he was just feeling a little light headed.

Taking a deep breath he squeezed his eyes shut and just said it, "Mom, Dad, I've been keeping a secret from you since we moved in here. I'm Shezow."

He forced his eyes open then, forced himself to look at his parents and see their reactions. His mother looked surprised but his father seemed to be in disbelief for a moment before he narrowed his eyes and started to say, "This joke's not-"

"-Its not a joke." Guy interrupted, standing up from the couch and extending the fist on which he had his power ring, "You go girl."

A flurry of sparkles and Shezow's signature symbol transformed Guy into Shezow right before their eyes. They both gasped and a shocked look took over their expressions.

His mother was first to recover. She smiled at him and clapped her hands together, "Oh, Guy, that's wonderful!"

"It is." He agreed, nodding a little and looking away as a small smile momentarily touched his lips at the positive reaction, though it faded as quickly as it came and he pressed on, "Being Shezow has been really good for me. It's made me a better person. You've both told me how different I've gotten since we first got here. I've been noticing it too lately and I've been thinking a lot about it. I'm… not the same person I used to be. It's been eating at me for weeks… I'm different. Being Shezow has made me different, made me better."

He took a deep breath and nervously wrung his hands again, biting his lower lip. His mom at least had been understanding up to this point but now he was reaching the part that he was not sure how even she would react to. He had gone this far though. There was no turning back now. All he could do was keep moving forward and hope for the best.

So he did.

"What I'm trying to say…" he went on, closing his eyes again and speaking quickly "… is that I don't feel like Guy anymore. I don't like to think about the person I used to be. A lot of things I did I find repulsive. I look in the mirror and all I see is a stranger. I'm not that person. I'm not Guy. I'm Shezow and… and that's who I'm staying. I can't be Guy anymore…"

The tear came back now, flooding past the walls that were his eyelids, cascading in a river down his cheeks and dripping off his jawline onto the living room carpet. He gripped the hem of his skirt tightly as he let out a choked cry and began sobbing. He was terrified of what his parents might be thinking right now. This had been a bad idea. How could he have expected them to accept something like this? They would surely hate him now. They might even decide to kick him out or send him away to some far off boarding school so they would not have to look at him anymore. What if-

Suddenly his thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he felt himself being enveloped in warmth and the scent of various herbs and incenses. A pair of arms were wrapped around him and he was being hugged into somebody. He allowed his eyes to open a little, just enough to see that it was his mother that was holding him. His eyes widened in surprised and he looked up at her. There was no hostility in her expression or her mannerisms, just understanding, compassion and acceptance.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry you've had to go through this alone. I can't even begin to imagine what that must have felt like, how hard it's been to be something you're not. But don't worry," Droosha Hamdon told her son, hugging him tightly. Then she stepped back, hands still firmly on his shoulders and looking him right in the eyes, "We're here for you. If this is what you need then it's what you'll have. You don't have to be Guy anymore if you don't want to. You're still our child and we still love you no matter what."

At her words Guy felt a weight lift off his shoulders and in the first time in a while he was actually happy. What she said had meant the world to him and he found himself speechless. A small smile formed on his face and he stared up at his mother, tearing still falling from the corner of his eyes, and she smiled back at him. It was a moment that seemed to last a life time, yet also to not last nearly long enough.

"Right, honey?" Droosha turned and asked Boxter, who had not said anything at all since Guy had transformed into Shezow. Guy too looked over at his father and saw the grim expression the man wore. His mouth was set in a tense line and eyes seemed to be a bit darker. He remained quiet for a few moments longer before he stood up and walked towards the door muttering, "I've got to go to work."

Both Guy and Droosha were stunned and then Guy's gaze fell to the floor and Droosha fixed the door where her husband had left with a glare.

He had been so happy and now… now he felt almost guilty. It seemed to Guy that his father didn't even want to be near him. He had clearly upset him.

Sensing her son's change in mood, Droosha turned back to him and gave him a comforting look. She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly and told him, "He just need some time. He'll come around."

Guy nodded half-heartedly. He wanted to believe that. He wanted to think that his father would accept him, but if he was being honest with himself he doubted that he ever would.

By the time Kelly returned to the house it was almost dinner. The sun was making its decent toward the horizon and giving everything it saw a slight orange hue. The sky and clouds were starting to change color as well, painted in shades of purple, pink, red and orange. It was a beautiful sight and yet somehow it felt almost sad.

There was a sorrow hanging in the air today, though Kelly had yet to notice it. She did not stop to admire the setting sun or reflect upon the odd mood it invoked. She was focused on the clipboard she was carrying, going over the list attached to it and making sure every item was checked off. She didn't look up as she entered the house and greeted her mother, "Hey, mom. I'm home."

"Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes." Was the reply she heard and she returned a thank you then continued on her way down to the She Lair to find her brother. All her preparations were ready and all she needed to do was give him a copy of the convention schedule so he would know where to be when. Kelly set his clip board down and looked to the She Lair's massive computer monitor.

"Hey, Sheila. Is Guy around?" she asked her digital friend. The computer answered, "Hello, Kelly. Guy's not in the She Lair, I'm afraid. I haven't seen him since this morning."

"Alright. Thanks, Sheila." Kelly gave the AI a polite smile and waved goodbye as she left the lair to search for her twin in the house.

She checked the obvious place first: his room. Then she looked in the living room. Eventually the last place left was the back yard. That was where she found him. Guy was sitting on the edge of the porch with one leg stretched out and hugging the other so he could rest his chin against his knee. Except he wasn't Guy.

This caused her to hurry over to him and fix him with a glare. She propped her fists on her hips and demanded in a whisper, "Guy?! What are you doing sitting on the porch dressed as Shezow?! Mom's home! What if she finds out?!"

"She already knows, Kelly." He replied quietly with a strange calmness. He didn't look at her but instead continued to look out at the sunset. Something about him seemed… off.

"What…?" Kelly asked in confusion.

Her twin sighed and when he spoke there was a distinct sadness in his tone and she was finally picking up on the sorrow that was hanging in the air like a dark cloud, "I told her this morning. Her and dad…"

"Oh…" was all Kelly managed. She sat down next to her brother, bringing her knees up and resting her forearms on them. She looked at him, taking in his somber expression, "… How did they take it…?"

"Mom was supportive… She accepted me… Dad…" Guy squeezed his knee tighter and bit his lower lip, pausing before he continued, his voice now barely a whisper, "He was… quiet… for a long time… then he just… just got up and walked out saying he had to go to work… He's not back yet…"

Kelly frowned. She could tell her sibling was hurting. It was breaking her heart to witness. They may argue sometimes or tease one another but they did still care. She placed a hand on his back and rubbed it in soothing circles to try to make him feel at least a little better.

"Will you be ok?" She asked.

He was quiet for a moment. Then he shifted, leaning on her and resting his head on her shoulder, "I don't know…"