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Percy's vision swam as he struggled to focus. His head throbbed and sweat clung to his shirt. His throat was hoarse from all his screaming, and he struggled to think.

Where am I? he thought groggily.

"P-Percy?"

Percy looked up and, after a minute of blinking away his grogginess, saw Annabeth's face looming over him, her gray eyes worried. With a jolt, he realized that he was in the medical wing at Camp Half-Blood. Standing a little bit behind Annabeth was Will Solace, Grover, and Chiron, who were all staring at him with the same expression; shock, worry, confusion, relief, and exhaustion.

"Wha-?" He tried to say, but his mouth felt like it was full of cotton. He couldn't remember the last thing he did, and that worried him a bit, although his friend's faces frightened him a bit.

"Oh thank the gods you're alive," Annabeth sighed, relieved. Her curly blonde hair was in a messy ponytail, as if she didn't bother to brush it this- morning? Evening? What time was it?

"We were so worried, Perce," Grover bleated.

"Yeah, you didn't look so good at first," Will added.

Percy frowned, confused. What happened to him that put his friends on the edge?

"Now children," Chiron chided. "Let the boy rest. He's been through a lot, and needs all his strength."

"Wrong use of pronouns, Chiron," Will murmured under his breath. Or at least he thought that's what Will muttered, he wasn't sure. Chiron just rolled his eyes and trotted towards Percy.

He gave him a cup, saying, "Drink now, Percy. Your body did a nice job of healing you, but it still needs some time."

Percy hesitated. "What do you mean healed me? What happened?" He frowned, even more confused than ever. "Why...why is my voice so high?"

Nobody looked at him, they all found interest in their shoes or on Percy's shirt. Chiron pursed his lips, most likely weighing his options on telling him. Percy wasn't sure what was more unsettling, the fact that Chiron had options, or that he was weighing them.

"Annabeth?" He asked. She looked the other way.

"Grover?" He coughed and studied Percy's sheets.

"Will?" He looked down, indecision flashing on his face.

"Chiron?"

"You shouldn't exert yourself, child," Chiron said, not answering his many questions. "Drink, and I'll tell the other campers that you're awake."

Percy held the cup in one hand, willing someone to make eye contact with him. The mysteriousness of it all bugged him. He held the cup to his lips and drank deeply. The nectar tasted like his mom's blue chocolate chip cookies, as always, although the taste seemed somehow sweeter, sharper than before.

When he looked back up, Chiron was gone.

"What's with him?" Percy asked, hoping to dispel some of the tension in the room.

"Oh, it's nothing," Will said reassuringly. "Chiron's being cryptic, as usual."

"Nothing, right," Percy raised an eyebrow, not believing a word.

They all stared at him, fascinated. They had twin-or was it triplet?- faces of amazement, and Percy was worried. What happened to his face that made everyone look at him like that?

"Uh, guys?" He asked, worried. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no," Will breathed, not lowering his gaze. "It's just that...you're so pretty."

Percy furrowed his brows. He felt his face heat up and he blushed hard. He had never been called pretty before. Handsome, yes, but not pretty. As far as he was concerned, you called a girl pretty.

Annabeth punched Will in the shoulder. "Will!" She hissed.

"But it's true!" Will whined.

"I have to agree," Grover butted in. "Annabeth, look at he-" He covered his mouth with his hand as if he was about to spill a dark secret, eyes wide.

Percy sighed, frustrated. He couldn't remember a day he had been so confused. They were all speaking riddles to him. He raked his hands through his hair, and it kept going and going and going. Panicked, he pulled at a long strand of black hair.

"Y-you guys?" He stuttered. "How long have I been out?"

"Just a few days," Annabeth answered, looking worried. "Why?"

"Does hair grow ten inches in a few days?"

"I wouldn't say ten inches," Grover bleated nervously, not answering his question.

"But how did-" Percy froze, staring at his hands. They were thinner, more slender. His hands were smooth, not calloused like a swordsman. His nails were long too. It looked- it looked really femi-

"Maybe we should show him now," Annabeth suggested, looking at Will and Grover.

Will wordlessly picked up a hand mirror Percy didn't notice before from his bed. He showed Percy his reflection, his face impassive. Percy glanced at the mirror and froze.

Staring back at him was a tanned face with mesmerizing green eyes and bow-shaped pink lips. Black hair framed an oval face and rolled down in ringlets. He -more like she- was pretty. Someone you'd see strolling along Fifth Avenue, followed by hordes of boys.

Percy opened her mouth and screamed.

"Gods, Percy, be quiet! Do you want the entire camp to hear you?"

"I'm- I'm a girl!" He- no, she wailed.

"Yes, and the whole camp will find out too if you don't shut up," Annabeth snapped.

Percy whimpered, running her hands all over her body, shocked. Her arms were smooth and hairless, just like a girl's. Her eyes widened when she felt her chest.

"Holy crap, I got breasts!" She yelped, jumping up. Grover and Will's mouths twitched at the sides, coughing when they saw Annabeth's furious look.

"Yes, you've got breasts, Seaweed Brain," she snapped. "You are a fifteen year old girl, remember?"

"B-but...b-but, I have girl parts," Percy gulped, bringing her hands lower under the sheets. She freaked out some more. "Oh gods, I lost an important organ!"

Will laughed outright at this, unable to hold it in anymore. "And what organ would that be?"

Grover snickered, joining Will. Annabeth, still red-faced, glared at the boys.

"My pe-"

"Percy, now's not the time to freak out! We need to make sure nothing's wrong with you."

"Of course something's wrong with me, I'm a girl!" Percy wailed.

Annabeth groaned. "Percy, focus. Yes, you're a girl, and the war is also just around the corner. Now that we got the facts down, we need a plan to fix things. Who knows who might take advantage of your current predicament."

Percy sighed. Annabeth was right, as always. Freaking out wasn't going to solve anything. But what could she do? Sit back and relax? No, Percy couldn't just relax.

"Okay, fine, but what are we going to do?" Percy asked.

"First you need to get cleaned up," Will said.

"And you need to get something to eat," Grover added.

"I don't need to-"

Just then, Percy's stomach let out a very embarrassing and possibly inhuman noise. Percy blushed, hoping it wasn't as loud as she thought it was.

Everyone laughed. "You're still the same Seaweed Brain as always," Annabeth giggled.

"Okay, maybe some breakfast wouldn't kill anyone," Percy laughed nervously.

"But first things first," Annabeth smirked.

Uh oh, she thought. I'm not going to like this.

"You need clothes."

Percy flopped onto the bed, groaning.

Wow! I posted this just yesterday and I already got so much favorites! That is awesome! If you people review, I'll update faster! This is dedicated to Addison Blair for being the first one to review! :) So, yeah, this takes place after BotL, right before TLO, but before Poseidon has to fight the sea monsters and before the gods fight Typhon. Review please!