"So, I have a question..." A mysterious voice whispers in the night.

"Nnngh..." I grunted. "Is it how annoying you are?"

"Ooh. We have a feisty one, here!" It quipped. "The question in question? What would you like to do to the residents of South Park?"

"Lots of things." I replied. "Go to Phun Land, a buffet, killing them. Normal stuff."

"O...kay, kid. Just so you know, this will affect you, too."

"Sweet! So that means I can make my own gravy park! But then Kahl will enjoy it, too! Ahh! I wanna make him suffer! But I don't wanna suffer!"

"Can I make a suggestion?"

"Hey! I'm the one calling the shots here! And I say that all the non-adults should be genderbent!"

Wow, this kid is actually kinda...not that evil. "Are you sure? I'll write everything you and I said."

"So, I'm gonna forget everything here? That's bullcrap!"

"Now, go to sleep. And when you wake up, let's just say that you'll wake up with some new equipment tomorrow morning..."

Just like that, it disappeared. I went back to bed, waiting to see the look on Kahl's Jew face. He's really ugly, why not make it worse?

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Mrrrgh... that alarm is the bane of my existence. It's purpose in life is to wake me up from beautiful dreams. That was my first thought of the day, complaining about the alarm clock. Although the snooze button is a magical thing. Wizard powers, turn this damn thing off!

It worked. Sweet.

"Eric? Sweetie? It's time to go to school, dear!" Mom gently reminded. "We're having donut pancakes with bacon syrup!"

"But, maahm!" I shot back. I hated it when she called me sweetie! Wait a minute...my handsome voice! It changed into a really shrill one. Lame!

"Whatever you want, Eric. Just make sure to come down before your food gets cold!"

"...Yeah," I replied, masking over my new voice. Is this puberty or something? Because it SUCKS!

Dragging myself out of bed, I felt a breeze between my legs and a gap in my briefs. Not very noticeable, though.

Maybe I had shrinkage or something. I mused to myself. Size doesn't matter, technique does.

Trudging myself to the bathroom reassured, I made the water run when brushing my teeth; many hippies were pissed off today. Good, let the rage fill them!

I felt a brush on the back of my neck. My hair grew really fast. Like, to my chin! And thick, too. Whatever.

Okay, this gap is really annoying! I have to pee, too! I pulled the waist of my pants out. My dick disappeared and was replaced with a-

"Meow," The cat appeared.

-Pussy. I giggled for a moment. But it soon passed when I realized I needed to check the rest of myself, too!

I gained weight in my boobs. I squeezed them to check: that felt nice. My waist changed shape, too. Slightly thinner, my hips widened. Most of my features remained the same. My adorably chubby face, my cute legs. I was still the big-boned boy everyone knew and hated! I am not a chick! I'm NOT! Although I managed to look even more cute than before. How is that even possible!? This is still a dream. I think to myself as I get out my bra from the Sarcastaball incident and put it on; it actually fits this time.

"Eric, sweetie? Are you almost done?" Mom chided again. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, mahm. Fine." I murmured, keeping my voice as leveled as possible.

"Okay, then." She left muttering: "Eric must be having some 'alone time'. My little boy is becoming a man!"

Gross, mahm. It was then that I noticed a piece of paper. I grabbed it and read it immediately.

It's a lie! I didn't agree to this! How come I don't remember this! I'll just take this along with me, just in case.

I had to adjust my clothes somehow. Sneak into mom's room to get her underwear or...oh, God; I have no other choice, do I? I got out my final weapon: The Gaybox. This is a box where I store and do seemingly "gay" things like sewing, tailoring, cooking, dolls, etc. I guess the right term is "girly", but I'm a dude, so it's gay. I used to be one, anyway.

I analyzed myself and I have to say, I look pretty good as a girl, and way better than Honey-Boo-Boo! Maybe this won't be so bad. I still had my red coat covering me, plus a cute skirt!

"I'm ready, mahm!" I said.

"Okay, sweetie!" Mom replied.

Treading lightly downstairs, I made sure to enjoy every moment of Kahl's Jew face as I went to the bus stop. And this breakfast, too.

I didn't hate being called sweetie as much.