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It's A Boy Girl Thing

Ch 4. Getting Even

Friday morning, when the alarm on Elena's nightstand goes off, Damon reaches over and turns it off correctly on the first try. It only took him three mornings to figure the damn thing out. Maybe it's because he's got his game face on today; figuratively speaking, of course, since his face currently belongs to Elena. But Elena has no idea who she's up against. She is going to be in for a shock when she sees what Damon has in store for her today. He smiles evilly up at the ceiling before climbing out of bed and getting to work on the outfit he's planning on wearing. Yeah...Elena really is in for a shock...

Elena had set the alarm early so she could beat Stefan in the bathroom this morning. She knows Damon declared 'war' last night, but since she's not a teenage boy, she's got no fucking clue what that means. Is it normal for boys to declare war on each other when they get mad? Elena knew he'd be mad when he found out the status on his guitar, but he was really livid. Elena never knew before how much his band meant to Damon. Then again, why would she know? He never told her, and Stefan always talked about Damon's band like it was just a joke. She really messed up breaking his guitar.

Hopeful as ever, Elena sends a text to her phone from Damon's after successfully taking a shower. She writes: I really am sorry about what happened, Damon. Please let me figure out a way to buy you a new guitar? -E

Damon doesn't bother responding to Elena's text, because he has no intentions of accepting a meaningless apology-text. How did she break his guitar by accident? He can't think of any way to break a guitar short of throwing a rocker-tantrum and smashing it, throwing it out a window, or maybe dropping it down a set of stairs - Which is exactly what happened; only Damon didn't allow Elena to explain her epic failure to lock his guitar case before leaving the house. - But...he doesn't feel like listening to her excuse because he is far too positive Elena Gilbert is on a mission to ruin his life. The only thing that will make him feel better is getting even for her breaking his guitar. So that's what he's going to do.

Maybe if Damon were thinking clearly, he'd see that he's only reacting this way because he's gotten so used to his constant battle with Stefan; he doesn't know how to work out a problem with words but with revenge. Maybe if Elena knew about Damon and Stefan's past, she'd make more of an effort to work out this problem than a simple text message. But if either of them already had everything figured out, Ayana wouldn't have cursed them, would she?

"Okay, I'm not one to judge..." Jeremy says after the awkward drive to school in the car with his half-naked sister. "But are you sure you want to go to school dressed like that?" He shrugs and averts his eyes out the window.

"Totally," 'Elena' replies casually.

Jeremy nods, contemplating what he should say next, since this is definitely not normal Elena behavior or attire. "All right...well, is there a reason why? People are going to think-"

"I don't care what anyone thinks," Damon cuts off little Gilbert's annoying 'speech' before it bores him to death. "I'm just having fun, Jer; lighten up."

"Whatever," Jeremy sighs. He exits the vehicle and Damon lets out a loud breath of relief. At least Jeremy is Elena's younger brother; if it were the other way around he might not have had such an easy time dressing like a complete slut.

Damon checks Elena's reflection in the mirror, making a kissy face with plump, lip-gloss covered lips. The make-up is sloppy, but better than some of the girls' at this school. He is semi-proud of himself. He paired messy pigtails with a short, plaid 'school girl' skirt. He was going for a Britney-style; before she wigged out and shaved her head, of course. The skirt Elena owned wasn't quite short enough, so he cut a few centimeters...or inches...off the bottom. The short-sleeved, white blouse wouldn't be bad, except Damon put a lacy red bra underneath and should probably button-up two or three more buttons to be school appropriate. Damon doesn't give a fuck about that. This is step one of getting even with Elena.

He takes one last look in the mirror, smirks confidently, and climbs out of the car. Damon tries to saunter in a sexy fashion, like the Victoria's Secret runway models do, but walking in high heels is definitely not as easy as it looks. He wobbles his way down the sidewalk leading to the school's front entrance. He has his chin held high and shows not one hint of the shy virgin Elena usually is. Every male within a five-hundred foot radius is checking Elena's body out, some calling out crude remarks which Damon winks back at. If Elena were listening, she would die of embarrassment.

"Hey sweet cheeks!"

"Nice ass."

"You're looking fine, baby."

Damon was hoping Elena would've arrived with Klaus around the same time as he and Jeremy, but he was running a little late. He'll never again complain when a date of his is taking too long in the bathroom; being a girl is a lot of work! Anyways, no Elena, but Stefan shows up. The guy has got...perfect timing.

"Elena?" He says questioningly, a frown on his brow. He half-smiles, wondering why his girlfriend looks like she's dressing up for a slutty Britney Spears impersonation. "What's going on?" He forces out a chuckle.

Damon knows Stefan too well, though. He can hear the stiffness in his voice and see the disapproval in his eyes. "Stefan," He giggles in Elena's high-pitched, girlish way, "I missed you!" He jumps Stefan's body for a hug, pressing close with his borrowed breasts, like Rebekah always does to him when she wants to distract him from something annoying she's done.

"Really?" Stefan asks, seeming surprised. He wasn't expecting the excited hug after Elena has been so distant with him the past couple of days. "Is all this for me?" He gestures towards the outfit with a sly smile.

"Uh-huh," Damon teases.

Stefan whispers, "That's really sexy Elena, but you should save things like this for when we're alone."

"Aw, well, I thought it would help me get over being so shy," Damon explains, the lie slipping off his tongue easily, "So that we can finally becoming...closer."

Stefan's eyes widen, and Damon is thrilled that this body-swap has allowed him to get revenge on Stefan too, because now Stefan is going to be amped up all day about sex he's not actually going to be receiving. "Really?" Stefan questions hopefully.

"Oh yeah," Damon winks one of Elena's brown eyes at Stefan. Then he sneaks a hand down to give Stefan's package a good squeeze.

Stefan jumps and laughs nervously. What the heck has gotten into his normally prude girlfriend? He's not sure, but maybe he shouldn't complain...Stefan grabs Elena's chin firmly and kisses her on the mouth. "Can't wait. I'll see you later."

After Stefan runs off, Damon wipes his mouth and spits on the sidewalk. "Gross," He mutters. He spits again. "Fucking gross." He let Stefan kiss him. That is just wrong. But it'll be worth it when Stefan is pissed off after realizing he won't really be having sex with Elena tonight.

Elena heard talk of her body's appearance before she got a glimpse at it. She was sitting in class first period when the girl in front of Damon's back row seat asked the girl next to her, "Have you seen Elena Gilbert today? Skank alert!"

Elena straightens up, listening for the other girl's response, "I know! What is she thinking?"

Elena has to admit, she's feeling a bit nervous. Maybe Damon was serious when he declared war with her last night. Maybe him ignoring her text this morning was more than just him being too busy too reply. Maybe she's a very stupid, naive girl...

Damon walks in the room and Elena swears her jaw drops to the desk. No. Fucking. Way! What did Damon do to her skirt? What did he do to her hair? Her Face? Her boobs?! Seriously, did he stuff her bra; her boobs look huge today! That's not the point! Damon has completely humiliated her. He's destroyed her good girl, squeaky clean image with just one outfit. No one will ever look at her the same after seeing her in so little clothing. How could he do this to her?

The worst part is when Damon meets Elena's eyes and quirks an eyebrow at her, almost saying, 'I told you so'. She feels the tears well up in her eyes, and she realizes that ironically, she's broken one of Damon's rules. But instead of staying in class and crying for all to see, Elena grabs her things and runs out. Maybe that should clue Damon in that she doesn't want to be a part of this idiotic 'prank war', or whatever the hell this is! She hides out in one of the boys' bathrooms for all of first period, not wanting to see Damon strutting around in her body like a fucking stripper. When the bell rings for second period, she's still feeling shitty, so she decides to skip math too. She doesn't know if Damon will consider her skipping his class retaliation for his slut costume, but does it even matter? All she can hope now is that someone sends him home for breaking the school's dress code.

Unfortunately, it looks like Elena is so consistently well-behaved that this one act of misconduct isn't enough to be sent home. Lucky for Damon. He's still traipsing around in the harlot get-up at lunch. Elena rolls her eyes at the sight of Damon flirting shamelessly with her body in line. He purposely drops a straw and bends to pick it up, exposing Elena's bare butt cheeks. Stefan doesn't have lunch this period, so he isn't witnessing this first-hand, but he'll certainly hear about it. Gossip in high school these days is as easy as sending one mass-text. If Damon keeps this up, she won't have a boyfriend by this afternoon.

After Elena takes a seat with Klaus, purposely sitting with a view of Damon, she watches her body like a hawk. Damon stops flirting and begins stuffing Elena's mouth with French fries covered in mayonnaise. Elena doesn't even like mayonnaise; it repulses her. She can't even watch without wanting to be sick.

"What are you staring at?" Klaus demands, turning around to see 'Elena' squirting mayonnaise into her mouth straight from the bottle.

"A train-wreck," Elena mumbles into the palm of her hand.

"What the, has the Gilbert girl gone mad?" Klaus asks, returning his gaze to Damon. He laughs and comments, "Never would've guessed she'd have a crazy streak. Maybe I misjudged her. She might be a lot of fun..." He turns back again to look at Elena, who now has mayo all of her lips and fingers. Klaus shrugs, "I could do without the condiments, though."

Elena abandons her lunch and runs to the nearest bathroom, tears clouding her vision for the second time today. It wasn't bad enough to make her look like a slut, but he really had to make her out to be a complete pig too?! When is he going to be done having fun with this situation? Elena blows her nose angrily into a wad of toilet paper. She exits the stall and checks out Damon's appearance in the mirror. He looks perfectly fine; normal, even. She did laundry last night, and made an effort to dress like Damon this morning. She scowls angrily at the reflection of the boy she can't stand and walks towards the bathroom door.

On her way out, a boy whose name she doesn't know enters the bathroom and steps up to a urinal to pee. Elena gets an idea...She waits for him to drop his pants, and then leans over his shoulder for a peek. She smiles appreciatively and comments, "Wow, nice penis!"

The guy looks back at her in horror and she shrugs before exiting the restroom. Let's see how Damon likes rumors being spread about him being gay, Elena thinks with the tiniest of smirks.

By P.E., Damon had heard that he's become somewhat of a Peeping Tom in the bathroom. Well, don't have to pull his leg to get him to play that game. After tennis is over, Damon takes full advantage of the shower time, choosing a spot smack dab in the middle of his female classmates so he can check all of them out. This is like being in heaven, he muses. There are boobs everywhere. Big ones, small ones, familiar ones...but he has to say, Elena's might be the nicest of them all.

Whoa! Damon closes his eyes in fright when a naked beast crosses his vision. Wait, that's not a beast. That's one of Damon's classmates. She sure looks beastly though. Damon can't tell where her ass ends and her tits begin. Wait, that doesn't make sense...

When she turns and Damon finally spots her ass, he thinks, This just has to be done. And then he towel-whips her pasty, cottage-cheese ass.

That was a pretty stupid thing to do. Beast screamed. Teacher ran in. Elena got detention. Damon doesn't see the problem in this; except, maybe, that he has to be the one to serve the detention. Still, it's not going on his permanent record.

At the end of the day, Damon finally comes face-to-face with Elena, er...himself with Elena's brain. She looks un-happy, but not as miserable as he thought she'd be looking. Maybe because she's got his face to hide her pain behind.

"What's up?" Damon greets casually.

Elena sighs without meeting Damon's eyes and says, "Thanks, by the way, for dressing me up like a common, cheap whore."

"Damn, I was going for high-class hooker," Damon says with a snap of his fingers.

"I'm surprised they allowed you in school looking like this," Elena admits. "I thought you'd at least get detention."

"Oh, I did," Damon smiles proudly. "But not because of the clothes."

"What?" Elena blurts out in surprise, before covering up her annoyance. If she lets him know how much everything he's doing is bothering her, he'll only try ten times harder. She's starting to understand that, at least.

Elena suddenly hears Rebekah's voice past Damon's shoulder...she's talking about her. "...So now she thinks she's pretty or something?Ha! I don't think so, honey. You just look like a desperate slutbag," She says to her friends, and they both agree.

Elena glares at Damon before stating, "Good for you. I have to go...do something." She takes a deep breath, confirming she's really going to do this; she's going to break Damon's most important rule.

"Hey...Rebekah," Elena waves and informs, "I have something to tell you."

Rebekah tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder and sends a knowing look in her friends' direction. She blinks her blue eyes at Damon and says with her usual attitude, "Let me guess: you're sorry about blowing me off."

"No." Elena says bluntly, "Actually, I wanted to tell you I can't see you anymore."

"Very funny, Damon," Rebekah rolls her eyes.

Elena continues as if Rebekah hadn't said that, "I just don't find you that attractive anymore. You're so..." She pauses, taking pleasure in the shocked look on the blonde's face, "plain. I don't know why I didn't notice sooner..." She shrugs her shoulders indifferently in a Damon-like fashion. Then she adds, "Oh, and don't worry about that moustache. Some guys are really into that shit." She turns and walks away, purposely taking the route past Damon to glare at him once more before searching the parking lot for Klaus.

"What-what was that?!" Damon stutters disbelievingly, eyes wide and serious. She didn't just do what he thought she just did, did she?

"Looks like you and your girlfriend broke up," Elena says nonchalantly, not even slowing her pace in the direction of the parking lot.

She hears Rebekah yell after her, "Fuck you, Damon Salvatore!"

Damon follows closely after Elena, demanding to know, "What? No! Why would you do that?"

Elena shakes her head at him, unimpressed at his concept of what is and what isn't an acceptable line to cross in this so-called 'war' he's declared. Was it not allowed for her to break-up with Rebekah? Because she thought the guitar was the most important thing to him. Was she wrong? If she had any say in the rules, she'd have said Damon crossed the line when he got dressed this morning. 'All is fair in love and war', is that not true? Elena believes it is.

Without looking back, she says, "You'll get over it."

"Yeah?" Damon threatens, "Well, tonight I'm going to do something that you never would. Let's just say it's going to be a very big night for you. And before you ask, I don't think I will do it with Stefan. I think I'll do it with someone a little...bigger. And then I'll let Stefan figure it out all on his own. I'm sure he won't want you after that."

Elena spins back around to face Damon. "Yeah fucking right. You wouldn't." Elena doesn't believe Damon would actually sleep with a guy. He might be in a female body, but that would still be really weird. Like really, really weird!

"Oh, I would," Damon says firmly. "Sex is just sex to me, Elena."

"Well it's not to me!" Elena whisper-yells at him, wishing she could grab him and slap him, but since he's the one in the female body and she in the male, that's impossible. "It's not just something I would go around doing with just anybody. It's supposed to be special; it's supposed to mean something!"

Damon spits her words back at her, "You'll get over it, Elena!"

"You're disgusting," She whispers before walking away quickly. She has never hated someone more in her life. Damon is one-hundred percent shameless. He doesn't regret or feel bad about what he's done to her. Elena can't comprehend how he could harbor such awful feelings for her and never act out on them until today. She knows they've never been friends or anything, and that they argue like cats and dogs, but she didn't think he truly hated her. Now she sees that he has to hate her, because how could you do such horrible things to someone you didn't hate? Elena couldn't.

She scans the half-empty parking lot for Klaus' Mustang, but doesn't see it. Oh well. He probably didn't feel like waiting around on a Friday after school hours. Not to mention he's a little peeved that 'Damon' broke his guitar and therefore can't play in the band until he buys a new one. That could be the real reason Klaus didn't wait around for Damon to get to his car. Elena sighs and wonders how she's going to get home now. She's not going to wait around for Damon to get out of detention and ask him to bring her home. They're kind of in the middle of a war, and somehow Elena thinks that would be breaking unspoken rules.

Suddenly, Bonnie walks out of a side exit and heads in the direction of her vehicle. Elena's eyes light up for the first time all day. Bonnie! It's Friday, and Damon said if they haven't figured anything out by the end of the week, she was free to ask Bonnie anything she wanted.

"Bonnie! Hey, Bonnie, wait up!" Elena calls, picking up the pace to catch Bonnie before she got inside her car.

"Damon," Bonnie greets unenthusiastically, "Hi. What do you want? Again?"

Elena wants to laugh at the creeped out expressed on her best friend's face, wants to hug her and tell her she's missed her the past three days, and she hates being trapped in this dumb man body. She puts on the most genuine smile she can muster, this being Damon's face and all, and reminds, "Remember what I was telling you the other day? Well, about me and Elena?"

"Uh, yeah," Bonnie says with a frown, "But I thought you and Elena talked, and everything is fine…right?"

"No, not really," Elena insists, "Bonnie, did you see her today?"

Bonnie's frown deepens as she confirms, "I did. And I really don't know what to say about her…er…behavior. It's weird, but I don't think it has anything to do with you." She raises an eyebrow, "Does it?"

"It has everything to do with me," Elena explains, Because I am the real Elena Gilbert, and that slut is just Damon Salvatore wearing my skin! But when Elena opens her mouth to tell Bonnie just that, nothing comes out. She tries again, Bonnie, you have to help, some kind of witchy, voodoo magic has swapped my brain and Damon's, and I have no idea how to get back in my own body! Still, nothing comes out.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie asks nervously. "You're sorta freaking me out…"

"I'm sorry," Elena sighs, staring down at Damon's stupid black sneakers with the too-long laces. "I'm sorry for bothering you again Bonnie. I just…I just thought you could help, since your Grams always said your family are descendants of Salem witches," she mumbles, "So maybe, just maybe, you might be able to help us."

She turns slowly and starts to walk away, but Bonnie stops her with a question. "What did you just say?" Bonnie watches Damon turn back to her, blue eyes wide and questioning. For a moment, it does look like her best friend trapped in Damon Salvatore's body. "How did you know about my ancestors? Did Elena tell you that?"

Elena shakes her head, suddenly hoping that this is her loop-hole! She can't directly tell Bonnie what happened to her and Damon, but she can try and help her figure it out! "No, you did." Because I'm Elena! And you're my best friend! Come on, Bonnie, figure this out!

Bonnie blinks a few times and then slowly nods. "Okay…" She studies Damon's face for a long moment before stating, "Look Damon, I don't know what is going on with you and Elena. I'll admit that this is weird and unusual. Both of you are being weird and unusual, but…I don't know what it is you think I can do."

Elena bites her lip and blinks back tears. She can't blame Bonnie for being unable to help. It was a shot in the dark to think that she'd know how their bodies were switched. Bonnie may or may not be directly descended from the witches of Salem, but even so, that doesn't mean she has the power to lift the curse off Damon and Elena. Elena swallows thickly and nods, "Okay. It's okay."

At the last second, Bonnie offers, "I'll talk to my Grams, okay? I'll see what she says."

Elena grabs Bonnie's hand and squeezes it lightly, telling her sweetly, "Thank you, Bonnie. Thank you, so much!" Bonnie smiles strangely before climbing into her car and taking off.

Elena walks until she sees Stefan sitting in his car. She knows he and Damon aren't close, like she and Jeremy are, but she does need a ride home. It's worth asking…

"Hey Stefan," Elena greets casually as she leans against the side of the car.

Stefan looks over and rolls his green eyes before replying in a bored tone, "Hey."

"What are you still doing here?"

"Waiting to see what's taking Elena so long," Stefan says impatiently.

"She has detention," Elena fills in, before realizing Stefan is probably going to be suspicious as to why Damon knows the whereabouts of his girlfriend. "I saw her go in the Auditorium."

"Why are you keeping tabs on Elena, Damon?" Stefan demands.

"I'm not," Elena denies, "I don't have any reason to."

"Yeah, sure," Stefan says with another eye roll. Elena is starting to see just how little he can stand to be in the presence of his step-brother. She wonders why they can't get along.

"Do you think you could bring me home?" Elena asks, deciding to just go for it. "Klaus kinda left without me."

"I kinda don't blame him," Stefan mocks. "Whatever. Let's go."

Elena smiles hopefully before climbing in the passenger seat. For the first time all week, she's in a spot she's used to being in. She's not used to Stefan giving her the silent treatment the whole care ride home, but she is used to sitting by his side and spending time with him. "So…" Elena says, wanting to break the silence, "What are you doing-"

"No." Stefan talks over his brother loudly, "No talking. I'm already letting you sit in my car. The least you can do is sit there quietly."

Elena abruptly closes her mouth and looks out the window, feeling dejected. Stefan doesn't even want to talk to her. Being Damon sucks.

At the Salvatore home, Elena takes a carton of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream upstairs to Damon's room, flops down on the bed in front of the television, and drowns her sorrows in the ice cream. Damon is taking full-advantage of being in her body, and she's not happy about it one bit. At least she can still watch fluffy romantic comedies and eat ice cream when she's depressed, same as in her own body. Chocolate fudge brownie ice cream is not her ice cream of choice, but it is ice cream and there's chocolate in it, so she's not complaining. Maybe Bonnie will talk to her Grams and she'll figure something out, and by Monday Elena will be back in her own body…or maybe Bonnie won't figure anything out. What if Elena is stuck like this forever? What will she do then?

Elena starts to cry and shoves a huge spoonful of gooey brownie covered in fudge into her mouth. She flips through the channels on the TV until she comes across Freaky Friday, with Lindsay Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis. She sobs at the irony of it all and comments through a mouthful of ice cream, "That is just so fucked up!" If only she'd been magically swapped into her mom's body. That would be weird and annoying still, but definitely not as messed up as being thrown into Damon's body. Freaky Friday doesn't have to get into the awkwardness of waking up with morning wood or learning to pee with a penis. That probably wouldn't be Disney-appropriate. Ah well…she can only hope she and Damon will magically get their bodies back after a week, or so. That's how it was in the movie, at least.

Deciding to end her torture, she switches to a different movie, and tries to forget about the threat Damon made before she left school this afternoon. She still has a hard time believing he'd actually go through with sleeping with someone while in her body. There's no way he'll let a guy put a penis inside him, even if the vagina is there right now. In his mind, he's still used to having sex with a penis. Elena can't think about what sex would be like as a man…it's too weird. But, is it too weird for Damon? Maybe he'll think of this as an opportunity to experience something he'd otherwise never get the chance to do.

"Oh my God," Elena gasps miserably, "He's really gonna do it!"

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