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On a normal day, Kate would sleep much later than Marshall, choosing to roll out of her bed in the Compound pretty much whenever she felt like it. That was okay, though, that was how the island worked. She could do what she wanted and she could do it whenever she wanted and that meant that she never had to get out of bed before noon.

Sometimes, though, her bladder prevented her from sleeping straight through and with a muffled groan into her pillow, Kate opened her eyes. It was still early, too early to be awake, really, but she needed to pee. If she didn't go, she'd never get back to sleep and she'd just end up lying in her bed until Marshall got up, at which point she'd probably join him.

Rolling away from the wall, she flopped onto her back and looked over at Marshall's bed to see if he was still in it. At the sight of someone's long hair spilling over the pillow, both the need to pee and the desire for more sleep were forgotten. Kate sat up in bed, staring at her brother's pillow and the girl who'd somehow ended up in his bed.

If this was another 'dating a crazy girl' thing, she was totally going to kick him out.

"Moosh?" she asked. Both hands flew to her throat as soon as she spoke his name. Two hands that were larger than she was used to. Large and not like her hands at all. Slowly, Kate touched her throat, then her chest and she let out a strange, strangled sort of noise when she discovered a hard, flat surface instead of the pretty awesome breasts she was used to finding there.

"Holy shit," she said. "Holy shit."

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Marshall had always been a relatively heavy sleeper. He didn't toss and turn. He didn't wake up multiple times in the night. His sleep schedule was relatively strict, with him falling asleep and waking up at roughly same time every day.

Order kept him happy. Or at least, it had before he'd started hanging around Maxxie so much, but that was another story...

He'd gotten to bed late, and he'd planned on actually sleeping in, for once, so when he heard someone calling his name, it didn't register right away that this wasn't a voice he recognized. "What? God, Katie, what time is it?" he grumbled, lifting his head and cracking open an eye, his vision still too blurry to make out more than a hazy outline of his sister sitting up in her bed.

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The girl in Marshall's bed was talking to her like she knew her. Like she was Marshall, Kate realized finally, through the haze of sleep and confusion and sudden fear that had taken her over. What if she stayed like this? What if she never had breasts again?

"I think..." But she had no idea what to say. 'I think I'm a dude' or 'I think you're my brother, but with tits, but I can't be sure'? Neither of them seemed to sum up what was going on here.

Instead, she continued to explore, fingertips wandering over much wider shoulders than she was used to, up into her hair and then over her face. Everything felt foreign, like she was touching someone she'd never met before. "Marshall, wake up right now."

Marshall's eyes snapped open fully at that, though he sat up slowly, his eyes wide and focused sharply on the boy sitting in Kate's bad. Before he had time to make sense of him, and how familiar that expression on his face was, Marshall noticed the hair hanging down in front of his own face. He noticed the size of his hands when he reached up to push it out of his eyes. He noticed how his body just didn't feel right.

"Okay, so..." he said slowly, wincing at the sound of his own focus, "This is new."

"We switched!" Kate said, because it was the only reason she could think for this to have happened. It was like some weird, warped version of Freaky Friday, only without the fortune cookie that had caused that whole mess. Something had made her a guy and that same something had made Marshall a girl.

"Are we..." But she trailed off, not even sure of what question she was trying to ask. "It's like wearing someone else. Or what I imagine wearing someone else would feel like, but not in the Silence of the Lambs way."

"And we didn't even have to break out the meat suits," he muttered dryly, pushing his hands back through his hair with a wince and gingerly swinging his legs over the side of the bed, noting how strange every movement felt.

"You don't think these are other people's bodies, do you?"

At Marshall's question, Kate finally turned toward him to really study him. The face was obviously female, but it was no one she'd seen on the island before. "I don't know," she admitted. "I don't think so? Your face doesn't look familiar, anyway."

But there were lots of people on the island. She couldn't know everyone.

"What about me? What do I look like? Am I still cute?"

"You look kind of familiar, but I think maybe that's just a clone thing," Marshall decided, though he really had no way of knowing.

"On an island where ninety-nine percent of the residents are freakishly attractive, I don't know why you're even worried."

"I just wanna keep being attractive," Kate answered, holding the sheet up to her body, as if that would prevent her from eventually having to look below. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, but they were girl's clothes and she was pretty sure she could feel some... parts being squished.

"We need new clothes," she decided. "My balls are being totally crushed."

"And my morning is officially ruined," Marshall said, because his sister's balls weren't something he needed to ever know details about.

"Here," he sighed, climbing unsteadily onto unfamiliar legs and moving to pull open the dresser drawer at the end of his bed. He pulled out a pair of flannel pajama pants that had always been just a little too big for him and tossed them to her. "Put these on."

There was no way they were walking upstairs together if her balls were hanging out of her shorts.

It was better than walking around in the tiny shorts she normally wore as pajamas, so Kate took the pants Marshall tossed at her, then disappeared under her blankets to change right there. "Will you wear a dress?" she asked from under the cover, shifting around until she managed to get the shorts off and the new pants on.

"And makeup?" she asked, grinning as she emerged.

"Seriously? Do you know me at all?" Marshall said, giving her a look, because she did know him, and there was no way he was letting her play with him like he was a doll.

"Yes, because I know you're not going to let me have any fun at all," Kate answered as she stood, hands immediately going to her hips. "But I had to ask. I mean, maybe your brain got scrambled when you got the tits. Most guys seem to think girls are crazy anyway."

Which was total bullshit, since it was dudes who were actually crazy, but she had to at least try.