"You know, I've never really touched a girl's body, but now that I have, I think I kinda like it!" James, or Jane, stood in front of the vanity mirror and continued to smooth her hands over the new curves. "I look gooood."

Logan was deep in thought and pacing in the room. He practically ignored what his friend was saying, as it was pretty damn useless. They needed to keep working on their plan. "You need to get some girl clothes," he said.

"Yeah, I know. Mine don't fit anymore."

"I dunno how we're going to keep this a secret from Carlos, too," Logan said, looking concerned. He stopped pacing and walked up alongside the awkward woman. "He'll be confused once he hears about me being with a chick."

Jane turned to him and stuck out her lower lip, making puppy dog eyes. Logan stood his ground. "You know our secret," he said. "Why can't we know yours?"

"But…"

"There's no other way for Carlos to understand, we gotta tell him."

"What if he tells Kendall?"

"You don't want Kendall knowing any more than we do, okay?"

Jane sighed. She slouched and decided to listen to Logan, which of course ended in finding Carlos. They left the bedroom and began hunting for the Latino, without getting caught by Kendall. Lucky for them, or perhaps not, Carlos was searching for Logan, too. They found each other outside of Logan's bedroom.

"Who the hell is this?" Carlos snapped immediately upon seeing the couple.

"It's not what you think," Logan said.

"Kendall told me you…"

"This is James," Logan whispered. He pointed at the girl, who waved sheepishly. "Hey buddy," Jane said.

"Huh?" Carlos stared with his mouth open.

"I don't know what happened," Logan went on. "But this is James. Don't. Tell. Kendall. Okay?"

"O-okay," Carlos said, nodding very slowly in possible agreement. "But you're not uh, seeing any women right?"

"No," Logan said. "I plan on sticking with you."

"Sweet!" Carlos cheered.

"Shhhh," Logan and Jane both hissed.

"Now help us get him some clothes," Logan said.

"I don't have any women's clothes!" Carlos protested rather defensively.

"Yeah I know, but mine will probably fit better than his own," Logan said. The three of them carefully went into Logan's room and closed the door behind them. Logan hopped over to his closet, which was organized a little too well. He took out a t-shirt on a hanger and tossed it at Jane. "It's the tightest thing I have," he said. Then he threw a pair of shorts, too.

"Aww, my favorite shorts," Carlos said. Logan shot him a strange look. "What?" Carlos asked. "They make your butt look super cute."

"Uhh, do you mind?" Jane asked, holding up the clothes. Logan and Carlos shook their heads. "Not at all," the Latino said.

"I do," Jane stated.

"We're gay. We don't care," said Logan. "But if it helps, we'll look away. Oh, and here. I don't have any bras, but you can take these too." He turned his back away from the girl and threw a pair of briefs over his shoulder at her. Jane grabbed them and said, "These look like panties." Logan said nothing.

Jane did her best to shrug it off and get dressed. She removed the baggy James clothes and slipped into Logan's. They fit much better, even though her massive bust was still bouncing around beneath the t-shirt. "This any good?" she asked. Logan and Carlos turned around and gave a thumbs up. Carlos leaned over to Logan and whispered, "What do we call him?"

"Jane," Logan answered. "This is Jane."

The girl grinned. "So I gotta get real clothes," she said. "I don't even know how to do this."

"I dunno, I've never been a girl," Carlos chuckled.

"You'll have to get used to girl problems," Logan said.

"Yeah, I know." Jane sighed and went to leave Logan's room. She looked over her shoulder at the two boys and frowned. This really sucked. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine the solution to her problems be like this. She sulked out of the bedroom and went to leave the apartment. Right before her hand turned the knob, it moved on its own and opened up. Kendall was there, and he was surprised to see Jane.

"Oh, hey Jane," he said with a smile.

"Hey," Jane answered shyly. This was her chance to start over and be a whole new kind of person for Kendall.

"How's your just friends with Logan?"

"It's good, and it's just friends. No, really. We're just friends."

"That's cool," Kendall said. "Maybe I'll see you later, then?"

"Yeah, definitely."

Kendall waved a little and walked on by. Jane watched him as he turned down the hall and disappeared. It was strange to interact with him. They had known each other their entire lives, but this new change made them strangers. It was actually a bit exciting. Jane smiled to herself and left the apartment.

Urggh…so now what? Jane thought to herself as he stepped into the hallway. She was barely dressed and stuck in an unfamiliar body, surrounded by familiar people who actually didn't know her. She was slumping off towards the elevators when she saw a thin girl with dark hair. Not thinking, Jane blurted out, "Hey Camille." Camille turned around sharply and shot an odd look at the female James.

"Do I know you?" She asked.

"Ohh, um, no."

"How do you know my name?"

"Uh. L-Logan told me."

A thin smile stretched across Camille's face. "Oh, really now?" She looked delighted. "What did he say about me?"

"He was just, um," Jane sensed impending danger. Of course Camille didn't know that Logan was with Carlos, but everyone had an idea that Camille was crushing on Logan. "He was just telling me about his friends here."

"Oh," Camille said blankly. Her expression fell, and her forehead wrinkled. "Wait, how do you know him? And who are you?"

"I'm, uh, Jane," she mumbled. "And I just met him. See, er, I'm staying with him."

"Staying with him? And the other boys? Are you crazy?"

"Maybe? What's wrong with them?"

"Everything," Camille said with a chortle. "You can't possibly live with them. They're crazy, young, hyper active boys. And if you keep dressing like THAT? You are crazy! Where are your parents?"

"They're uh, uhhh, back in uhhh, Kansas. Right." Jane was trying her best to be intelligent for once, and hopefully Camille wouldn't see through. "They gave me a one way ticket to LA, and said I had to become famous."

"That's stupid," Camille argued. "You can't just become famous. Did they give you any money?"

"Nope."

"How horrible! Awww. Jane, you can stay with me and my dad in our apartment. Would you like that?"

"Uhhh," this was not what Jane had anticipated. How complicated was a girl's life?! Then again, having another female around could prove to be very helpful. Thinking quickly, she said, "Yeah, that'd be cool."

"Yaaay!" Camille shouted. "This is so exciting! My dad won't mind. Oooh, you need to meet the other girls! I promise you'll love it here."

Jane smiled wearily as Camille grabbed her armed and whisked them away to her apartment. She pushed open the door and brought Jane into the cozy living quarters. "So what are we going to do about your clothes?" Camille asked.

"I dunno," Jane said with a shrug.

"Your boobs are really big. My bras won't fit you. Hmmm…what are we going to do…"

Jane began to wander around the apartment. It was very clean, and they didn't have a lot of knick knacks or anything interesting, really. She realized how amazing the boys' place was in comparison. "Where will I sleep?" she asked.

"We'll have to figure that out for long term, but," Camille smiled sheepishly. "You can sleep in my bed tonight, if that's alright with you."

"I don't see why not." Jane nodded. It wasn't like she had ever been interested in girls, so it wouldn't be weird.

"And you don't have any money, right?"

"No."

"Ugh. That's insane. Your parents must be horrible."

"They umm, are. They're just horrible."

"I can float you some cash to buy a bra. How does that sound?" Camille asked with a smile.

"Awesome! You're super cool, you know that?"

"Ohh, psshaaww," Camille said and rolled her eyes. "Just helping out a fellow girlfriend."

Jane was actually very lucky. She was given something that most people never experience; the chance to get to know her friends all over again. Any bad impressions they had about James could be erased, as Jane was a new person to them. So this time around, she was very nice to Camille, and tried her best to understand how it was to be a girl. They went out shopping for the afternoon; an event that Jane was very familiar with, but never in those stores, or those sections. It was fun to try on women's clothes and see them on a hot female body. All things considered, Camille was a pretty cool chick to spend time with. They managed to find a bra that fit, but the rest of her wardrobe was easily borrowed from Camille (it was really only the boobs that were an issue).

When they made it back to the PalmWoods, it was rather late in the day. Jane never would have dreamed of spending an entire day with a girl, but it happened and it was rather fun. She was really adapting to being female. After chatting with Camille's father for a little bit, they headed off to her room. Jane put on a pair of pajamas that Camille had as a spare and sat on her bed.

"So Jane," Camille said as she brushed her hair at the vanity table. "What do you think of the Big Time Rush boys? We haven't talked about them all day."

"They're really cool guys."

"Yeah, they can be, I guess."

"What don't you like about 'em?"

"Well, see…" Camille turned around and sighed. She looked at Jane sadly. "I guess I've had a little crush on Logan for a while, but he just doesn't seem interested."

"Aww, what makes you say that?" Jane asked, seriously curious to hear Camille's thoughts on the subject.

"Sometimes feels like he just wants to be friends."

"Then he probably does."

"Yeeaaah," Camille sighed. "You're right."

"Don't feel bad about it," Jane said sympathetically. "There are other boys."

"I know, Logan is just sooo cute. Wouldn't we be a nice couple?"

"Yep, probably!" Jane exclaimed, but all she could think about was Logan with Carlos.

"Which boy do you like?" Camille asked suddenly. Jane froze. "Huh?" She spurted out. "I said," Camille continued, smirking. "Which boy do you like? You must have a favorite, or a crush, right?"

"Haaah," Jane stuttered. Her face turned bright red.

"Oooooo, someone's hiding something!" Camille said excitedly. She put down her hairbrush and ran over to the bed. She jumped up onto the bed beside Jane and shook her fists expectantly. "Tell, tell!"

"I guess," Jane said apprehensively. "I like Kendall."

"Really? Kendall?"

"Yeah. Why not? His face is sexy, and he has a tasty looking ass."

"Eww. Tasty ass?" Camille made a weird face. "You're a freak, Jane."

"What?"

"You said he has a TASTY ASS? Like, you want to eat it? Or lick it?"

"Yeaaaah."

"That's sooooo gross!" Here, Jane made a mental note that girls don't like performing analingus. Not that it mattered.

"I just thought it sounded cool," Jane said.

"You're an odd duck, but I like it. It's weird, I feel like I've known you for a long time. Do you feel that way, too?"

"A little bit. I like it."

"Alright well, we should probably go to sleep. I need to get up early." Camille pulled the sheets back and climbed in bed. "You're really cool, Jane."

"You, too."