"Clark Kent if you don't hurry you're going to be late for school, I don't care how fast you run," Martha called. Without even looking, she managed to get Jonathan his cup of coffee and three plates of breakfast to the table in one motion.
"Those are some skills, Mrs. Kent," Pete Ross said. He knocked at the screen door before coming on in.
Martha grinned and shrugged. "Thanks Pete. Would you like some breakfast? Clark has decided to sleep in."
Pete shrugged and took a seat. "Don't mind if I do."
Upstairs, curled into a ball on the floor, Clark Kent moaned. "What happened?" Every cell in his body was aching. "I bet this is what it's supposed to feel like when you get hit by a truck." Clark cleared his throat reflexively. What was wrong with his voice? It didn't sound right. He'd never had a cold before. Maybe this was his first? Clark uncurled and lay flat. He reached a hand up to his throat and cleared his throat again. A cold sinking sensation settled in his stomach. That was wrong. Too small, too smooth, where the Hell was his Adam's apple.
Despite the soreness and the sharp aches, Clark came to his feet quickly. The horrified stranger staring out of his mirror did nothing to assuage the panic building in him. Those were his eyes, and that was his hair, but the face was wrong, too thin, too delicate. "What happened to me?" Clark whispered. His night clothes were dangling off his frame like a tent, but the voluminous folds didn't hide the twin swells, which had emerged on his chest. "I'm not going to scream. I'm not going to scream." Clark pulled back on his boxers and took a peek. "Oh, God."
"Clark Kent! If you don't get moving, I'm going to come up there and roll you out of bed myself," Jonathan called.
Pete shoveled one more mouthful of eggs down and stood. "Hey, I'll get him. We're presenting a paper for World history and we need to strategize." Pete took the stairs two at a time and knocked casually on Clark's bedroom door. "I'm coming in man."
Pete heard the lock click before he could even turn the doorknob. Clark sounded weird. "You okay in there, man? We're going to be late if you don't hurry up."
"I'm not going to school, Pete. I'm not coming out of this room."
Pete frowned and put his ear up to the door. Clark sounded really strange. "Man you have to go to school. I'm not presenting that paper alone. What's wrong?"
Arms crossed over his chest, Clark stared at the door from his bed. "Pete, I don't know what happened to me, but I can't come out like this."
Something happened? Maybe Clark had developed a new ability? Maybe it was embarrassing? Being friends with an alien kept life interesting. "Clark, whatever it is, you'll be okay. Let me in. I could run downstairs and get your parents if you'd rather talk to them."
Clark tried to imagine his Dad's reaction to finding his son had switched genders overnight. He'd lose it. Mom would probably handle it better. She tended to not panic over the little things, as if this was a little thing. "Don't bother them, yet. Maybe it's temporary?"
"Clark you're freaking me out. Just let me in," Pete said.
Handling this alone was not an option. Clark padded over to the door and clicked the lock slowly. "Promise not to get upset or scream?"
That gave Pete pause. Don't scream? Had Clark grown a second head or something? Maybe he'd turned green in typical alien fashion. "I can handle it." The door swung open and Pete's mouth dropped open. Where was Clark? There was a girl, barely taller than him standing there in Clark's sweatshirt and boxers. She wasn't tiny but the oversized clothes made her look twelve. Pete's eyes strayed back to her chest, well maybe not twelve.
"Get in here and shut the door," Clark ordered. "I have to figure out what happened before I face anyone."
That girl was acting like she was... That girl was not Clark Kent. "Okay, where's Clark? Funny joke but seriously." Pete dropped to his knees and peered under the bed.
Clark shook his head and pushed the baggy sleeves of his shirt up. "It's me Pete, your friend the alien? I need you to be calm for me here because I'm panicking."
Pete stood and stared at this girl who clamed to be Clark. The eyes were right and she knew that Clark was an alien. "You're really him?" At least he hadn't turned green or grown a second head. "Jeez man, this just happened overnight?"
Clark shrugged and sat Indian style on his bed. "I don't remember how I got home last night. I took a walk, went to see Lex, started home, then I woke up here like this."
Pete couldn't stop staring at Clark's chest. His best friend had bigger breasts than... Stop! Pete shut his eyes and shook his head. "What are we going to do?"
"I'm skipping school today and I'm going to find out what happened to me last night," Clark said. He went to his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt.
Pete shook his head. "Go down to your mom's room, man. That stuff isn't going to fit."
"Right," Clark said. He discarded his clothes and headed for the door.
Pete refrained from watching the rhythmic up and down movement of Clark chest. "Man, uh, you might want to borrow a..." Pete gestured his hands in front of his chest in a cradling fashion. "You know, too."
A bight red blush spread over Clark's face and he crossed his arms over his chest. "No problem. Just, stop looking at them, okay?"
What happened last night? Is Pete attracted to Female-Clark? Will Clark be able to reverse whatever happened? When will Ma and Pa Kent meet their cough daughter?
I guess we will see ;)