{Picture of Kevin}

Saturday morning.

Stirring up from her deep slumber, Ana could feel the sun on her tanned skin— her skin color was oddly white, she was probably hallucinating. Did I forget to close the curtains? And why is my bed so hard? Come on open your eyes, Ana spoke to herself.

She felt heavy for some odd reason. Trying to get her eyes to open was the hardest the she had ever done in her life, I mean whose eyes are as heavy as a hammer? Out of nowhere cold water made contact with her face, and within a second she jerked right up. "What happened?! Wait, Sam what are you doing here?" She tried adjusting her eyes, everything felt strange even her voice and her clothing felt very manly.

"How do you know my name creep?" Replied Sam looking very uneasy about the whole situation. "We work together, it's me Ana," she replied raising her eyebrows at him, did her face change or what? maybe he was drunk since he is literally always drunk.

She didn't wait for him to reply, instead she looked around for her car, as her large white fingers dug into her pockets pulling out keys to a Mercedes. Could the keys on her hand belong to the grey Mercedes parked in front of me? Ana thought in a contrite manner. Deciding to make sure, she pressed the open button; causing both her and the Mercedes to make sounds.

What really happened last night? This was all so strange to her, she prudently and fretfully hopped into the car and drove with extreme care to her house in a stranger's car deep in thought about how she had added a lot of manly weight,and changed skin color over night.

Meanwhile...

Duncan was watching tv when he heard a scream coming from his sister's room, he quickly ran to the kitchen to get a knife, not just any knife but the sharpest knife they had. In a flash he had opened her bedroom door revealing a desolate Ana gazing at herself at the mirror.

"What happened? Why were you screaming sis?" Duncan asked trying to catch his breath. Instead of replying, his sister looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face.

"I-I-I'm not yo-your sister," Kevin stuttered trying to control himself from going mental— his skin color had changed overnight, he had grown large breasts, his hair had magically grown longer, and he also got a nice round buttock.

I'm not complaining about my buttocks, I wonder who it belongs to though. Kevin thought, shaking his head.

Duncan looked at Ana and laughed, "What do you mean you're not my sister? Girl you've got to step your game up, your not a prankster."

Kevin was getting really frustrated, how could he be stuck in a girl's body— how was he going to sing? "Listen here kid, I'm not your sister!" Kevin replied running his hands through his new black braids. "Whatever, I'm going out with Mary, bye."

Why was his sister acting mental, she was probably is on her period, or was missing Andrea— her best friend. Duncan hung his bag pack on his shoulder and got out of the house leaving Kevin alone. Kevin didn't know what to do, but he was starving, he decided to go downstairs to see if there was any food to eat.

Later he found a chocolate muffin and comfortably sat on the dinning table to eat, just as he took the first bite of the muffin he saw himself or his body— to be exact looking at him with a horrified expression. "Oh my God! You stole my body!" His perfect looking body accused.

"I didn't steal your body, I don't even know what happened," he said with a mouth full. "I'm Kevin."

Their eyes met, and Ana immediately recognized him. He was the same man that was drunk out of his mind last night, at the bar where she works. . . He couldn't even pronounce her name.

Has this girl gone deaf? At least I'm being nice.

"I don't want to know your bloody name!" She snarled. "Just give me back my body, you. . . Un-crusty pizza."

Oh great, she's one of them. . . From gordie shore, oh bloody this, bloody that. He silently thought whilst rolling his eyes. And who calls someone else un-crusty? Is that even a word?!

"Oh and you think I want to be stuck in your body?" He chuckled bitterly, "I don't want to be a bloody black girl, I don't even know how to act like one!"

Well ouch!

Ana was ready to slap him, her hands were raised ready to pounce on him. But she couldn't slap her tender face.

"Cat caught your tongue, black girl?" He asked nonchalantly.

Kevin chill, since when did you have smart ugly mouth? His subconscious mind asked.

Kevin was always nice and welcoming, with everyone.

"Actually no, I would slap you right now. . . But that would be animal abuse. Plus I don't want to lay your rough monstrous ugly hands on my pretty face," replied Ana with a smile of triumph. "But then again, I'm sure your balls won't mind getting punished for your stupidity."

Where is dad's gun? It's time to put him in his place! Black girl hum? He is going to see black girl power.

"Oh please, what are you going to do? I bet you haven't been with a male before."

Kevin enjoyed teasing her, she amused him. And he rarely felt the way he was feeling at the moment. He hoped she didn't take his rude remarks to heart, because first off, he wasn't racist and secondly. . . He still wanted to be a father, she better not try to act smart with his precious balls.

"So what? You. Better shut up, or else. . ." She threatened.

"Or else what?! You can't do bull, darling."

She was about to run upstairs when, the front door opened.

Oh shoot! Duncan!

"Hey. . . Dunny!" She greeted her younger brother.

He gave her a puzzled look, "uh, hey. Who are you?" He asked, before focusing his gaze on Kevin: who was in Ana's body. When Kevin looked up he instantly chocked on his muffin.

"Are you okay Ana? Drink some water," the chocolate skinned boy assisted his sister.

After catching his breathe, Kevin thanked the young boy who was apparently called Duncan. He now knew what the feisty girl's name was, he couldn't wait to call her by her name.

Puft, I don't care about her.

"I'm going upstairs now," Duncan announced looking at the adults in front of him.

Ana decided to make dinner since she knew that Duncan was probably starving. Just then her phone which was on the kitchen counter pinged, there was a message from the landlady.

The message read: hey Ana dear, hope my rent will be ready by the end of the week! :)

She scowled at her phone and let out a groan, this woman just wouldn't quit, she needed to make a plan as soon as possible.

"What's wrong pretty girl? Did you boyfwend break up with you?" Kevin asked emphasizing the word boyfriend.

Ana rolled her eyes and turned on the stove, before replying, "Shut up donkey face. Don't speak when you don't know crap."

"I was just asking. Do you always have an attitude problem?" Kevin asked, it was better they tried to reconcile, because they might be stuck in each other's body forever.

She ignored him and started cutting the tomatoes. "Look, I'm sorry Ana," he apologized sincerely. "I know I'm a cactus and you probably want to smash my face right now but I'm really sorry. . . How about we start again?"

Ouuu, the way he said my name! She thought, wanting to smile but held it in, bitting the inside of her cheeks.

"Fine, but you better not try anything," replied Ana. "Do you know how to cook?"

He shook his head, earning a load groan of annoyance. "So what do you know how to do?"

"Sing, eat, dance, poo—" she cut him off not wanting to hear his life story.

"Just shut it, I don't want to know about those stuff," she said cringing. "I really don't know how this will work."

Dinner time came by pretty fast and both Ana and Kevin prepared pasta and meatballs. Kevin was putting in great effort, and he was a quick learner.

Duncan still didn't get his answer and decided to asked again, "so who are you again?" He asked raising his eyebrows. Both Kevin and Ana froze on the spot, thinking of the right words to say.

Kevin decided to man up; even though he was in a feminine body— "This is Kevin Cruz, my frie-end. . . From t-he pizza shop in the graveyard?" Kevin let out a nervous laugh due to the awkwardness.

Ana wanted to dig a hole in one and bury herself. Really Kevin a pizza shop? Graveyard?

"Just k-kidding we met in college!" Kevin said, trying to cover up his foolishness.

They all stared at each other for a brief second. "Where did he come from all of a sudden though?" Duncan suspiciously asked.

"I just moved back to New York and I still don't have an apartment; so Ana decided to let me stay, till I find a place," replied Ana, covering up for both her and the hunk in front of her.

"Oh it's fine," he smiled at Kevin who was in Ana's body. "But that doesn't explain why the both of you have been walking around weirdly, it's like you don't know how to walk. Ana you're really acting weirder than usual," he said, mumbling the last part so that they won't hear.

After dinner Duncan sat on the couch and put on Trace Africa. Finally he was going to relax and enjoy some music time, he knew he had homework. . . But he wasn't in the mood to do it.

Eh, I'll ask Mary for answers before bed. He said to himself.

Anasia and Kevin went to the backyard, with a deep sign Kevin spoke up, "When do you think this will end Ana?" He asked, enjoying how her name felt in his tongue. "I really don't know," she replied zoning out.

Her life was now a zillion times worst than before, why can't good things come? How was she going to provide for Duncan looking like a man? "Hey Kevin, I think it's best if we swap places at work." She suggested.

"We can try but it won't be easy, I have to teach you how to control your voice and how to hit the right notes, and you really need to teach me how to cook without burning the food or your adorable house," he added causing Ana to blush, his house was bigger and fancier than her's, but her home felt warm and welcoming, and he loved the feeling.

Don't worry pretty face, or should I say handsome face?" He smirked. "I'll get my assistant get someone to coach you, you will be fine."

Luckily their house had three bedrooms, so Duncan knew they wouldn't be sleeping in the same room;it would be disgusting if they did, he brushed it out of his head— he had a very icky mind.

After she showed him her room, she went to the guest room, grabbing her teddy bear and bidding him goodnight, she flashed him a goofy grin before shutting the door behind her. Kevin couldn't help but be mesmerized by her adorable act, she was so pure and cute. Everything about her screamed kindness— just like his mother.

Kevin forgot he even had a useless girlfriend still in Paris, he decided to text her telling her their puppy love relationship was over, she was literally a waste of time. Kevin drifted to sleep thinking about Ana while inhaling her cinnamon and vanilla scent from her soft pillow.

As Kevin awoke the next morning, the first thing on his mind was cookie— his pet rabbit. How could he forget her? Within a flash he called his assistant ordering him to bring most of his belongings and his pet of course, and also to change to house lock; in case that crazy ex (Britney) comes back.

He was brushing with a spare toothbrush when out of nowhere he was hit by a mouthwatering aroma of pancakes, his favorite! He skipped downstairs watching Anasia; which was in his body flipping pancakes. On the other hand Duncan sat on the breakfast stool, munching a mouth full of pancake.

He cleared his throat and cleaned the saliva that was coming out of his mouth and greeted them. "Good morning!" Kevin greeted cheerfully while his eyes were still set on the pancakes. "Morning sis," Duncan responded, still convinced that Kevin was his sister.

After five minutes Kevin had already eaten most of the pancakes leaving only a few for Ana, but she didn't mind, she simply laughed at how he was acting like a caveman who had never eaten before. Just as Kevin was heading upstairs to shower, the doorbell rang.

Duncan hastily went to open the door hoping it might be Mary or Zach, but instead there was a tall small figure of a white bald man with an ugly looking beard, he was holding a pet rabbit and a few suitcases next to him, behind the man— a black Ferrari was parked. The little boy was in total shock as his jaw dropped to the floor.

Ana came by and tried acting like Kevin— but Rue didn't quite buy the whole conversation, it seemed strange. They took the luggage upstairs and set it in the guest room. The Ferrari actually belonged to Kevin, it made her wonder why he needed two cars. After Rue left; Duncan was going nuts thinking about how he was going to show off the cars to his friends at school.

"Hey Kevin can you please let Ana drive me to school?" Duncan pleaded, giving a childish face. "Ya sure, if that's fine with her of course," Ana replied giving Kevin the look.

• 3 weeks later •

Three weeks had passed and living with a rock star was intriguing— Kevin thought it was a brilliant idea to use a mic and earphones to communicate when Ana got interviewed and had meetings. Ana was a wreck; being very agitated. The first two days when Kevin tried cooking lasagna he added a lot of salt— to say it was a disaster was an understatement, Ana cried not wanting to miss her opportunity to be a Chef and open herself a restaurant.

Kevin tried to make it up to her by setting up dinner; he made a very much improved lasagna compared to the last time. "I'm not sure if this is the best lasagna you have tasted but if it's that bad we can order some margarita pizza," Kevin said, for some reason he didn't want to disappoint her, he felt so contrite about making her upset— he only wanted the best for her.

Living with a complete stranger for three weeks was quite amusing. Kevin would at times have nightmares— once when Duncan was at a sleepover at Zach's— Kevin woke her up with his screams.

Apparently he dreamt that he was also involved in the plane crash,but when he went looking for his mother his worst afflictions came to life for, his mother was laying a pool of her blood; her skin pale as the moon, and her heart wasn't beating. Kevin hated to show his weakness, so when he opened up to Ana it was the first time in which he had ever done such a thing.

On the bright side Ana felt great— not because his family died— but because he trusted her, they had a cute bond which they shared. Even Duncan noticed, "Can you guys stop staring at each other and drive me to school?" He was irritated, now some punk— who owned two pretty spontaneous cars was flirting and acting lovey boo-boo with his sister. 

Duncan also found out Kevin was Ana and Ana was Kevin, he literally passed out— never in his fifteen years on earth had he witnessed such a loco thing, his reaction was priceless though.

Kevin drove to the nearest ice-cream parlor, he could sense her craving from a mile away. He got out of the car and opened the door for her; the little gesture he did caused her to blush, he then held her hand as they walked in and ordered. They didn't noticed some customers watching them, a middle aged woman was a bit confused to see a woman get out the car to open the door for a man, she shrugged it off probably thinking they crazy. I mean who in their mind would do that.

They sat outside to munch into their ice-creams, random questions flew out of Kevin's mouth— which caused Ana to laugh like a mad woman, he seemed so happy, he made her happy and that's all she could ask for.

At the end of the night kisses were exchanged, which lead to a tense ride home. Kissing Ana was the best thing he had ever done in his life— with just a brush of her lips, he felt a jolt of electricity pass through his spine, his stomach felt giddy and he could literally hear his heart hyperventilate, her lips were magnetic— hungrily calling his lips. As Kevin drove back home he had to suppress himself from pulling over and planting millions of sweet kisses all around her face; she was definitely his, he only wished she was back in her body.

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This chapter was edited. (28 March 2018.)

Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter, please vote and comment.

Authors Note: It's three weeks later because— this is a short story and I don't want it to be long.

Hugs and pizza🙆🍕
~bea.