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Warning: Some spoilers for Total Drama Action

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait! This is the last chappie. Enjoy!

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“Chris Maclean?” the network head raised an eyebrow. “Last time I checked, Maclean was a guy.”

“Yes, I’m Chris Maclean,” Christine answered.

“Uh huh,” another network executive nodded.

“So, Chris,” the network head continued. “Can I help you with anything…?”

Diana groaned with impatience. “Okay, listen up. Total Drama Action? Yeah. Well, we’re Duncan, Geoff, Trent and DJ. And that’s Chris.”

“Aren’t all of those campers male?” another executive asked. “Okay. If you really are those campers, why the sudden interest in drag?”

“We’re not in drag, dudes. We’re really girls,” Jess explained.

“I thought you said you were male campers,” the network head asked.

He pressed a button on his desk and spoke into it, “Martha. We’ve got a couple of loonies

in the office. Can you come pick them up? …Yes, straitjackets will work.”

“We’re not crazy!” DJ and Trina cried at the same time.

“Look,” Christine started. “It’s very simple what happened. Actually-”

“WHERE THE CRAZIES?” a woman, probably in her forties, yelled as she burst into the office. She cleared her throat, “Ahem.”

“Martha,” the network head acknowledged her.

“M-Momma?” DJ squeaked.

Martha crinkled her brow as she looked at DJ. She walked up to her and pinched her cheek. “Devon Joseph? Is that you? Why are you dressed up like a woman?”

“Uh… Long story, Momma,” DJ sighed. “And I go by Daisy Jennifer now.”

“Poopydoo!” DJ’s mom cried.

“Hate to cut this touching moment short, but-” Diana was interrupted by two men rushing into the room.

“We got the straitjacket, Ms. Haynes,” one of them said to Martha.

“Princess?” Diana raised an eyebrow. “You work here?”

“Hey, Diana,” Conner smiled. “Wait… You’re a crazy aren’t you?”

“E-Evan?” DJ batted her eyelashes. Evan, who was standing behind Connor and holding the straitjackets waved.

“FOCUS, PEOPLE!” Christine yelled. Everyone quieted down, “Thank you.”

“Please continue with how you turned into a woman, ‘Chris’,” the network head rolled his eyes.

“Anyway. So, I ate some tomato soup for dinner and then returned to my trailer. I brushed my shiny teeth and took a nice warm bubblebath and-”

“Get to the point…” the network head rolled his wrist around.

“As I was saying, I went to-”

“HOLD IT!” seven teenage guys burst into the meeting room.

“Can we help you…?” the network head asked.

“We’re suing!” a chubby, brunet boy with glasses said with a slight lisp.

“You guys won’t have a penny to your name when we’re done with you!” an Asian teen with black hair threatened.

“Who are you, again…?” a network executive asked.

A goth boy with teal highlights stepped up, “I’m Gavin, but I used to be Gwen. And that’s Heath, he used to be Heather. That’s Isaac-Scope, he used to be Izzy/Kaleidoscope, and that’s Ben, he used to be Beth. That’s Brian, he used to be Bridgette. And that’s Lynn. He used to be Lindsay. And that’s LeShaun. He used to be LeShawna.”

“And you ladies are crossdressing, because…?” the network head asked.

“We aren’t crossdressing!” Lynn exclaimed. “We really turned into guys! I can prove it!”

“Uh, Lynn…” LeShaun whispered.

“When we were on our way here, we got lost and we all refused to ask for directions,” Lynn explained.

“Yeah!” Ben added. “If we were girls, we would’ve gotten down and asked.”

“Martha, Connor, Evan,” the network head turned to them. “Where are those straitjackets?”

“Wait! We’re not crazy!” Heath cried.

“What about him?” the network head motioned to Isaac.

Isaac was too busy feeding a chocolate bar to a jade statue of a mouse.

“Okay, maybe he’s crazy,” Heath said.

“Bridge, is that really you?” Jess whispered.

“Aww, Geoff!” Brian ran into her arms. They started making out.

“Wow. That’s pretty creepy,” Diana commented.

Christine cleared her throat very loudly. “AHEM!!! Can I get back to my story?”

“Yes, Chris,” the network head said before he starting banging his head on his desk.

“Thank you!” Christine thanked. “So when I went to bed, I was an amazingly gorgeous man. But when I woke up, I was an amazingly gorgeous-”

“STOP IT! STOP EVERYTHING!” three girls broke the door as they burst into the meeting room. Well, one chubby girl holding a red-headed skinny girl and a brunette girl.

“Doesn’t anyone knock anymore?” one network executive asked.

“Let go of me, you oaf!” a tanned, beautiful girl exclaimed. Everyone turned to her with a lovesick smile.

“Snap out of it! GOSH!” Harold, the skinny girl with red-hair yelled. “Nice going, Justina.”

“Hmm, thanks,” Justina replied.

“Stop! We have a problem!” the chubbiest girl, a blonde who must’ve weighed 300 pounds exclaimed.

“I suggest dieting and exercise,” the network head suggested.

“Not that!”

“Okay, what was your problem? Or are you three just wasting our time?” the network head asked.

“What was our problem again?” Owena, the blonde, asked Justina.

“Uh… Honestly, I didn’t think we’d get this far,” Justina said awkwardly.

“Lemme guess,” the network head started. “You three used to be guys, but then suddenly, you became women!”

“How’d you know?” Harold asked, surprised that he knew.

The network head sighed, “Martha! Use those straitjackets already!”

“Wh-What? We’re not insane! I promise! We’re telling the truth,” Harold cried.

“And I’m a monkey’s uncle,” the network head mumbled.

“May I?” Christine asked him.

“Go ahead. Tell us how you became a woman, Christine,” the network head sighed.

“What a second… Christine?” Harold realized something. “Chris Maclean?”

“Yup! That’s me!” Christine grinned.

“Wait, but that means,” Justina started.

“Duncan, DJ, Geoff and Trent? We missed you guys!” Owena engulfed the four females in a bone-crushing hug.

“Owen… Can’t… Breathe…” Diana choked out.

“Sorry,” Owena said bashfully. “And I go by Owena now.”

“Wait a second…” Diana exclaimed as her eyes widened. “Owen? How’d you turn into a girl?”

“Uh… Can I get back to you on that one?” Owena asked.

“If that’s Owen…” DJ started.

“Are those Justin and Harold?” Jess finished.

“Justina,” Justina corrected.

“Harolda?” Diana laughed.

“Nah, just Harold,” Harold answered.

“….”

“What? It’s a girl’s name in France! GOSH!” Harold cried.

“Owen, Justin, Harold…” Trina said to herself. She turned to the seven boys. “You guys are Gwen, Heather, Izzy, Beth, Bridgette, Lindsay and LeShawna!”

“Nah, duh, music girl,” Heath rolled his eyes. “Weird goth guy said that earlier!”

“Oh, right,” Trina said to herself.

“Now,” Christine started. “If everyone’s done, can you guys SHUT THE FRICK UP SO I CAN FINISH MY FRICKING STORY!?!!?” she yelled.

“No one’s keeping you, Christy,” Diana said.

Christine sighed, “So then, this totally foreign feeling overcame me and I-”

“WAIT!” another person charged into the meeting room. Instead of slamming the door open, he just entered through the giant person-sized hole in the wall.

“No one ever knocks, do they?” the network head mumbled.

“Of course,” Christine mumbled to herself.

“Lemme guess!” the network head raised his voice. “You used to be a woman, but now you’re a man and you want me to solve your problem?”

“Uh… no, not really,” he answered.

“Oh,” the network head said. “That’s refreshing. What can I help you with, my good man?”

“I have a confession to make…” the man started.

“Chef?” Christine exclaimed. “No way! That’s not fair! How come you’re not a girl!?”

Chef’s eyes widened, “Chris? Is that you, boy?”

“Yup,” Diana answered.

“Juvie boy? Party boy? Music boy? Wimpy Boy?” Chef said to Diana, Jess, Trina and DJ.

“That’s us,” Trina sighed.

Chef turned to look at the seven boys standing side by side, “Goth girl? Scary girl? Stupid girl? Dorky girl? Loud girl? Crazy girl? Surfer girl?” he said to Gavin, Heath, Lynn, Ben, LeShaun, Isaac and Brain.

“That’s us,” Gavin replied.

Chef looked at Owena, Justina, and Harold, “Chubby boy? Pretty boy? Skinny boy?”

Owena nodded in response.

Chef saw Martha, Evan and Connor, “Is that… Strong girl and goody-goody girl?”

“Yeah,” Connor said softly.

“Whoa, whoa! You’re a girl!?!” Diana asked Connor.

“I used to be, until I woke up a guy,” Connor explained.

“You’re a girl?” DJ asked Evan.

Evan shrugged, “Until a few days ago.”

Chef looked at Martha, “Are you a man?”

DJ’s Momma hit Chef on the head with her purse. “Do I look like man to you?”

“Sorry,” Chef said as little yellow planes flew around his head.

“Can I get back to my story now? Please?” Christine asked.

“I believe the chef has a confession, first, though,” the network head replied.

“Oh yeah,” Chef got up. He looked around the room at all the gender bent campers and sighed. He took off his chef hat and placed it on his heart as he looked downward.

“You see,” he started. “All of this is my fault-”

“WHAT!?!” everyone yelled at the same exact time.

“May I FINISH WHAT I WAS SAYING!?” Chef yelled. “Ahem. Thank you. You see, there’s this spice… And it induces craziness and wildness and makes food taste horrible. We’ve been putting this spice in your food since day one of Total Drama Island, to boost up ratings, of course.”

“No,” Christine whispered, her eyes wide in realization.

“Yes, Chris. That happened,” Chef sighed again. “The only thing is that the spice we used has, how you do say…. Bad reactions when mixed with tomatoes… As in, unpredictable, possible fatal reactions…. A few nights ago, I made some tomato soup and I must’ve accidentally knocked some of that special spice into it. Which is why you all are like how you are now. I am so sorry…” Chef shed a tear.

“Wow,” Diana wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “That was so touching.”

Jess blew her nose on DJ’s shirt, “Chef dude. That was… That was beautiful.”

“Eww,” DJ crinkled her nose. “Use your own shirt, next time, girl.”

“Sorry,” Jess blew her nose again on DJ’s shirt.

“So how do we reverse it?” the network head asked.

“Well, I brought an antidote, but I need something with tomatoes in it,” Chef said.

“Pizza!” a young brunet knocked on the nonexistent meeting room’s door. “Did someone order 8 large cheese pizzas with extra tomatoes?”

“Oh, finally!” the network head’s stomach grumbled. “Someone FINALLY KNOCKED! Oh yeah, lunch!” the network head hopped off his chair and pulled out his wallet. He paid for the pizza. “Thanks, Lenny. I’ve been starving!”

“No prob,” Lenny was about to leave.

“Lenny! Wait!” Christine called after him.

“Christine?” Lenny turned around.

“I’m not a girl, Lenny,” Christine confessed.

“Okay…” Lenny said slowly.

“And I’m gonna turn back into a guy soon,” Christine continued. “I want you to know that I really like you, when I’m a girl, of course,” Christine wiped away a tear. She kissed Lenny softly before returning to the gender bent campers’ side.

“Okay, eat up, everyone!” Chef said as he sprinkled some green stuff onto the pizza. The network head reached for it, but Chef slapped his hand away. “Not you! Unless you want to turn into a woman!”

The network head just pouted and moped.

Christine, Diana, Jess, DJ, Trina, Gavin, Heath, Lynn, LeShaun, Isaac, Brian, Ben, Owena, Justina, Harold, Evan and Conner all took a slice of pizza and began to eat it. As soon as anyone finished the slice, they fell over, unconscious. Soon, all 17 of them littered the floor of the network head’s office.

“Why did they even come here?” the network head as the executive sitting beside them. “I didn’t even help them. And Maclean’s so paying for the hole where my wall and door used to be!”

“Christy? Are you okay?” Lenny asked her when she got up.

Christy rubbed her eyes and realized how big her hands were. She felt around her face and found the stubble around her chin. Christy looked down at herself and found her feminine assets gone; replaced with the body she loved.

“I’m a guy again!” Chris cried. “I’m a frickin’ guy again!”

“Shuddup, Christy. Tryin’ ta sleeee,” Diana muttered in her sleep. DJ and Jess woke up to the same conclusion that Christy had. They were dudes again.

“I’m a dude again!” Geoff pumped his fist in the air. He wiggled around, “Ooh… This outfit’s way too tight. How do girls wear this stuff?”

Gavin, Heath, LeShaun and the other guys woke up in ridiculously loose clothes.

“Did I suddenly shrink or what?” Heath asked himself. “Wait! My voice! It’s higher!!”

“My boobs! They’re back!” Gavin hugged himself.

“We’re girls again!” Heather and Gwen hugged each other. They pulled back.

“No one saw that,” Gwen said to Heather. LeShawna was back to her old self too.

“Dude! What the heck am I wearing?” Diana asked when she finally awoke. “This is-” Diana stopped as she looked down her shirt. “I’m not a chick anymore!”

“Me neither!” Trina cried. “I’m not Trina anymore! Thank god!” Trent cheered.

“I’m Duncan again!” Duncan cheered.

When Lynn, Ben, Brian, Isaac, Owena, Justina, Harold, Evan and Connor awoke, they too had reverted back to their original gender.

“I kinda missed being a girl,” Harold said.

“You would,” Duncan replied.

Courtney and Eva left as soon as they awoke, because they didn’t have to be hauled back to the Total Drama Action set.

“I bet I’m fired, huh?” Chef asked the network head.

“Are you kidding!?” the guy laughed. “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have gotten hours of hilarious footage from gender reversed campers! If anything, you’re getting a raise!”

“What about me?” Chris asked.

“You?” the network head thought. “Oh yeah. You’re paying for all the damages your campers have made in my office. And the three hours of my time you’ve wasted is being deducted from your pay.”

“B-B-B-But!” Chris cried.

“Hello, there foxy mama,” Chef said to Martha, DJ’s mother. “How about I take you out for a good time?”

DJ’s Momma giggled, “I’d love to, Chef.”

The two of them left the office together, hand in hand, leaving DJ twitching.

“Haha, sorry dude,” Duncan patted DJ on the back.

“Maclean? What are you waiting for? Go back to the film sets!” the network head cried.

“Aww!” Chris whined.

“What are you whining about, Maclean?” the network head asked.

“I’m single again!” Chris said sadly.

“Actually, I have a twin sister,” Lenny said. “She’s just like me. We look alike, think alike and both love the environment.”

“…Really? That’s unexpected,” Chris said.

“It is, isn’t it?” Lenny laughed. “I’ll give Lena your number. ‘Kay, dude?”

“Thanks, man,” Chris shook Lenny’s hand.

“Christy! Let’s go, already!” Duncan hurried.

“Hey! It’s Chris, Diana,” Chris smirked.

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