Jordan opens her eyes. She rolls over, hangover hitting her body full force. “Hell.” She sits up, rubbing her face. “Is it just me, or did I grow out of this?” She picks at the lace on her nightgown.

Something is very out of place. Her body doesn't feel right.

She stands, stumbling. “Damn it! I shouldn't have gone out with the guys.” She barley remembers Jc and her giggling into her hotel room the night before and them making out like drunken bunnies. Jc leaves, actually runs, to his room so he can puke. Jordan gets into her PJ’s then passes out instantly, still giggling like a maniac.

“Last night was so fun, I'm never going to repeat it.” Jordan stumbles into the bathroom. She turns on the light, squinting. Rubbing her face, slowly stumbling farther into the bathroom, she peaks through her fingers, sure to find the living dead. She screams when sees the most unlikely thing.

Well... what he saw anyways.

There, standing in Jordan's place, is a young man. He seems to be the same age as her. His hair is her natural hair color, only cut short against his head. He has a little scruff along the jaw line. His face looks a little like Lance, with a bit more chiseling around the jaw; his body resembles Jc's lean one. Jordan lets out a few notes and the reflection in the mirror mimics her movements. A much lower than usual tone vibrates throughout the bathroom, sounding like Justin with a unique twist.

Jordan assumes she is drugged because the hippie fantasy before her just has to have some weird twist of Chris and Joey to him.

Joey and Chris come running into the bathroom from their room, which is right next to Jordan's, that has an adjoining door.

“We heard screaming. Are you-” Joey starts panicking and quickly freezes. The two men stare into the bathroom. “Um… who’s this queen?”

Jordan turns and looks at two bewildered men.

“What did you do with Jordan?” Chris says, trying to hide a smile. The sight of a man in a lacy nightgown is a sight to behold in the early morning when the final drops of last night's alcohol is still swimming through the veins.

“Would you believe me if I said I am Jordan?” A deep and slightly cracking voice escapes Jordan's mouth. She didn't hear it earlier because when she usually wakes up, her voice is deep and groggy and plugged up from her nose. This is definitely NOT allergies.

“Did you scream?” Joey asks.

Jordan nods. Joey and Chris quickly crack up laughing. Jordan turns around, rolling her eyes, and winces when the underwear her female body slept in last night is now rubbing against a male package that was delivered over night. Jordan begins to take them off.

Chris stutters. “Please... don’t - don't strip. Dude. We don’t hit... that... way.”

“I thought you did Chrissy?” Jordan lets the underwear slide down to the floor, sighing with relief. She feels something spring free. “That feels so much better." Jordan touches the bottom hem of the gown. "Now this.” She pulls the nightgown over her head.

He is definitely a man. A breastless chest has been replaced with a nice set of abs, with a little treasure trail leading down to the groin. Jordan examines it all through the mirror.

“I'm a guy...?” She mumbles.

“It really is you Jordan. God, what did you take last night?” Joey asks. He walks up behind Jordan and looks at the mirror.

“That’s what I want to know.” Jordan looks down at her newly formed dick. Joey looks down as well. When she reaches for it, Joey grabs her arm and pulls it back up. Jordan looks at him with a slightly pout.

Chris walks up to her, staring. “First rule of being a guy: don’t do that with other guys around!” Chris states, scared.

Jordan smiles. “Then look away. You would do the same if you changed into a girl.” Jordan grabs the dick firmly. A shock of pleasure runs up her spine. It feels just like the other dicks she's fondled, but now she is on the receiving end. No wonder they moan so deeply. Jordan reaches down farther and takes a hold to the ball sack. A new wave a feeling runs through her groin and she moans deep in her throat.

Chris and Joey flee the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.

Jordan turns on the shower and slowly walks in, washing off her new body. Everything feels so different to her now. She wants to know how this all happened and why. “Maybe I’ll never know...” She mumbles to herself. She explores every new crevasse of her body with her hands and some with her eyes. Nothing seems familiar anymore. Once she is done, she steps out of the shower and grabs the nearest towel, watching the man in the mirror as it dries off.

Jordan looks on the counter top and finds a note with an electric shaver next to it. She walks over and reads over the note:

“Try no scruff. I’m sure you know how to work this, since you've shaved your legs before.” -Joey and Chris

Jordan grabs it and turns it on. She runs it across her firm jawline, watching as the hairs vanish. She will have to add this to her daily morning routine, unless she wants a beard. She shivers at the thought.

There is a tap at the door. “Knock, knock. We heard the shower turn off, so…” Chris says as he slowly opens the door with Joey behind him, who is holding a set of clothing. They walk in.

“You seem to have Jc’s body, so here are some of his clothes.” Joey says as he sets them on the toilet. The boys watch Jordan finish her first facial shave.

“How does it look?” She turns and faces them, jutting out her jaw.

Chris nods. “Good. Now dress because you’re making me jealous, ya skinny twig.” Chris mumbles.

Jordan smiles, walking over to the pile of clothes. She has worn guy boxers and jeans before when her body was female, so she knows how they work. Once the boxers come up, they immediately feel more... filled then how she is used to. Pulling on the jeans, she is careful of the package and zips them slowly. They, too, feel much snugger.

The wife beater comes down over her head and she stares at her now flat chest. "I miss my boobs now... even if they were tiny." She puts her hands on her chest and pats it. "No more bras, though." She turns around and stares at Chris and Joey. “I hate my wavy hair. Help me with the spiking?”

Chris and Joey quickly teach Jordan the art of spiking short hair. They argue slightly at how it should look, but Jordan likes Chris's way better. It doesn't take long for Jordan to turn back to the mirror and see a fully dressed and styled man standing there, who looks extremely bewildered.

"Ta-da!" Chris and Joey cheer in unison. Jordan grins.

Jc walks into the bathroom, gasping. Everyone spins around and stares at him.

“Who the devil is wearing my clothes?” He screeches.

“Jordan.” Joey says matter-of-factually. “Don’t ask how she-”

“He." Jordan mumbles.

"Huh?" Chris looks at her.

Jordan looks back and forth between Chris and Joey. "He. My body is not a she so if you have to address me like that, say he. Or 'she is a he now'. Whatever."

Joey grunts. "Picky, picky, picky. Fine. Jordan is now a HE."

Jc stares at them blankly. "Do you think I'm that dumb?"

"No joke!" Chris exclaims. "We could never think something like this up! Jordan woke up this morning with a dick and balls, and no one knows why." Chris blinks. "Trust me C. I know it is hard to trust ME of all people, but Joey is backing me up here."

Joey nods in agreement. "What Chris said I back up."

Jc sighs and rubs his face and eyes a couple of times before he stares at Jordan. She, or he, is staring back with reassuring eyes.

Jordan gives a quick wave. “Hey, C.”

“Hey J.” Jc walks closer to him and looks him up and down. Jordan starts to chew a fingernail. "Stop that. That's a very bad habit."

"You're making me nervous."

Jc slightly chuckles, looking around Jordan's body to stare at his back. "Sounds like Jordan." Jc stares at his eyes. "And you do sort of have a hint of Jordan in your looks..."

Chris snorts. "Only you would see that."

Jc hits him without looking away from Jordan. They stare at each other for a few moments before Jc pats his shoulder.

“How did the puking go last night?” Jordan mumbles, putting his hands in his pockets.

Jc groans. “It was great!" His eyes roll. "How does it feel to have a dick instead of pussy, man?” He smiles and crosses his arms across his chest.

“It is really weird, but fun to play with.”

Joey covers his face, letting out a long groan. Jordan giggles and it comes out as a nice, low chuckle.

“Wow, you are Jordan.” Jc says with a strong smile.

“Duh. Who else would I be?”

“A transvestite?” Chris ponders. He starts to giggle... and ends with a hiccup. He gets slapped by Jordan.

“How do you sing now?" Jc asks.

Jordan feels his throat, rubbing the new bobbing bump there. “I can sing like Justin, but a bit lower and differently of course. I'm sure I can sing low but the high part is a problem. It is obvious I have a set of balls, unlike Chris, so I don't know how this will work!"

Chris kicks Jordan's shin for his comment, who swears deeply and glares.

“We aren't Gods here, Jordan. If we were, you'd be back to being a girl already." Chris rubs his knees. "Hey, do you like girls now?"

Jc and Joey look questioningly at him.

“What? She’s a guy now. Doesn’t that mean-?”

“I’m gay?” Jordan groans. “I've slept with girls as a girl - you all know that - but I don't see me as being straight, since I was either drunk when I slept with them or I just was in a mood of mine. Though my body has changed, that doesn't mean everything else did. I am still attracted to guys and so... I'm a gay man."

"Well now you have testosterone in you and an itty-bitty amount of estrogen, so that can change you whether you like it or not." Joey states.

"Jc is way more attractive to me right now then he has ever been." Jc takes a few steps away from Jordan. "That should prove I am gay and haven't changed in some areas."

“Nice to know,” says Justin.

The four men look up at the doorway. Justin and Lance are standing there with their arms crossed, looking confused.

“Where’s Jordan?” Justin asks.

"Um..." Jc looks at Joey, then turns and looks at Chris. "You might... want to sit down for this." Jc says it in a tone that anyone can mistake for as bad news.

Chris, Joey, Jc, and Jordan walk out of the bathroom and have Justin and Lance sit on the bed, who look at them with deep concern.

Chris clears his throat. "Well, Jordan..." He runs a hand through his hair. "...isn't here anymore."

“What are you talking about?” Lance questions.

“Well…” Chris continues, slightly smiling at this point.

Jordan shoves him to the side. “You dork, don’t get their hopes up.” Jordan sighs and points at himself. “I’m Jordan.”

Without hesitation, the two guys start snickering.

"Bull shit!" Justin exclaims. "Sex change surgeries take longer than over night and Jordan doesn't want to be a guy."

"That's the thing guys..." Jordan rubs the back of his neck. "There was no surgery to do this. I woke up like this."

Lance and Justin keep staring at Jordan.

"Ugh! Let me start from the beginning..."

Jordan starts off the story, explaining what happened before Chris and Joey arrived. Chris and Joey join in, adding bits and pieces here and there to help Jordan along with the story. Jc comes in when the story comes near the end.

Once the story ends, Lance and Justin are still not convinced.

"Look, it sounds very crazy and unrealistic... but we know this is Jordan because if it wasn't, where the hell would she be? I know for a fact that this is Jordan. I don't have much proof, so you are just going to have to believe me." Joey explains.

"What he said." Chris points at Joey. "This is not a prank AT ALL!"

"If you look closely, you can still see the birthmark." Jc points at Jordan's hip that was slightly uncovered. All five men walk up to him and pull up his shirt, staring at the white, lightly-bumped diamond mark on his upper hip.

Jordan looks down at it too and smiles. "Holy crap, I thought I lost that thing! It was blue when I was a baby."

Everyone looks up at Jordan. She is grinning and running her finger over the slight bump.

Lance gasps. "It is Jordan." He stands up straight. "What the hell are we going to do now then?" He goes back to the bed and sits down, bewildered.

Justin joins him. "The world knows Jordan as a chick and no one will believe that she is now a dude over night." Justin states, laying back on the bed.

“We’ll figure things out. Just, let's wait a while and hope Jordan goes back to normal soon. If not…” Joey fades off.

“We’ll say the girl Jordan left the group and I am replacing her?” Jordan pulls his shirt back down and leans against the wall.

“Um… that might work." Justin mumbles. "Then again, what would we call you?”

Jordan walks over and sits on the bed.

Justin eyes him carefully. "You have to go by a different name because you're still the same person to us, but to the world... I don't think they will understand why their is a male and female Jordan Glenn." Justin pokes Jordan's face.

Jordan slaps his hand away. "Stop that you freak."

"Even I understand that reasoning. Good job Juju." Chris rubs his chin a bit. "Any ideas Jordan?"

"I don't know! This is still a big thing. It's not a good thing when you wake up a guy the morning after a wild night of sex with random people."

"TMI." Jc mumbles, and then blushes a bit when the others eye him. They all had seen what they were doing in the limo the night before. "But who knows, you may never change back. Might as well have some fun with this name thing."

They sit in silence for a bit. Justin begins to whistle the Jeopardy theme song and Chris throws a book at him.

Jordan sighs. "My parents always told me that if I was born a guy, and they really thought I was gonna be born a guy, I wouldn't be Jordan Glenn. I would be Levi Jordyn. And Jordyn would be spelled with a Y instead of an A." He touches the top of his head and slightly fixes his hair. "A thought."

"That's a nice name." Lance says. "It fits. Levi is a very appealing name."

"Yeah... I don't know. I guess that can work. I just need a last name." He begins to feel that if he goes back to sleep, he will wake up as a girl again. He really wants this all to be a alcohol-induced dream. "Uh... I don't know. I have distance relatives with the last name Wood. Then we became Simpson, and then my last name now."

"Duh duh duh duh duh!" Jc starts to sing the theme song from the TV show, The Simpson's. Justin starts to groove on the bed.

"Shut it." Lance hits Jc in the back of the head, who pretends to cry and falls down behind Justin and Levi on his back. “Okay. If you change back, we will forget this whole thing ever happened."

"If you don’t," Joey starts up. "You’ll be known as Levi Jordyn Wood. I guess Jordan's distant cousin.” Chris and Joey join the guys on the bed.

“Lets just hope you go back to normal.” Lance says, looking Jordan in the eye.

“I will. I’m very sure of it.” Jordan falls back on the bed, resting his head on Jc's stomach. He covers his face and tells himself he isn't going to cry. “I’ll probably wake up in a few moments still hammered from last night.” Jordan chokes a sob, knowing that isn't true. The world around him is too real to be a dream. He is quickly pulled into Joey's arms and cries into his chest. He never knew men could cry so hard. As he remembers the morning's events all over again, he sobs harder.

They all wish this isn’t permanent.

*

Lance walks onto the tour bus. “It’s been a week, and Johnny is wondering what has happened to Jordan. We need to tell them the truth and the story we made up for the press. You are not changing back and he really doesn’t like that story of, ‘Oh, he’s an old friend of mine from back home’ that I made up for you.” He looks at Jordan who is sitting at the table.

“He’s going to throw a fit and not believe us,” Jordan states. “And I will change back!”

“You aren’t any time soon. And he’ll have to believe us. We aren't stupid enough to pull a prank like this on him.”

Johnny walks onto the bus looking irritated. “Okay, so where is this guy friend of yours Lance?”

Jordan sits up and stares at Johnny. He isn't ready to face the truth that someone, or something, in the universe wants him to be a guy instead of the girl he was born as. He wants more time for the magic trick to end.

Johnny looks at Lance, continuing to talk. “Alright, now get Jordan back here from Scotland and send your friend home. We have to continue this tour.”

Lance looks at Jordan, then back at Johnny with a worried expression. “Johnny, we have something to tell you.” Lance looks back at Jordan. “Jordan isn't in Scotland... she is sitting at the table.” He points at Jordan.

Johnny follows Lance's finger to the man sitting at the table, who in return is avoiding eye contact and chewing on a fingernail.

Johnny groans. “Oh boy.” Johnny sits down, already knowing he is going to hear something stupid. "This is the worse prank ever."

Jordan begins to explain his story in the best way possible so Johnny can believe him and understand that no one knows why this happened, or how for that matter. The rest of the group walks onto the bus and sits on the couch opposite of Johnny and Lance.

“See, I can still sing." Jordan watches Johnny, leaning over the back of his seat. "It just isn't up high any more. I'm more of a lower Justin, so we can still make the songs work... I think."

"I don't like that 'I think' part." Johnny groans.

Justin leans forward and rests his elbows on his legs. “She can. I mean, he can. We’ve been practicing some a cappella and it sounds really good, like it did before only better. That's my opinion anyways.” Justin looks over at Jordan. “We aren’t kicking him out if that’s what you’re thinking. Jordan is staying put and I’m sure, we are all sure," Justin motions around him at the other guys. "He is going to be a he for the rest of his life.”

All the guys nod in agreement, except for Jordan, who is looking at the ground. A small tear runs from his eye and he quickly wipes it away. Lance sees this and watches Jordan.

“I just hope this doesn’t blow up in our faces.” Johnny exasperates.

“It won’t. We’ve been talking all week about it. Time to tell everyone about this and make it official.” Chris says. “Right Levi?”

Jordan looks around at everyone. He doesn’t want to leave the group, since this IS his life. He will have to call his parents and break the news to them, and he is sure that will not go over well. He stares at the guys, mainly at Lance who is looking back with concern. This is not going to be easy on anyone, fans and all.

Jordan speaks up, still watching Lance. “Right. Jordan Glenn was born a girl and will die Levi Wood, a boy. Only no sex change surgery was involved. Just some fucked up magic trick.” Jordan turns back around in his seat.

Lance walks over to him and rubs his back, whispering into his ear. "You aren't alone in this."

Johnny groans very loudly and stands up straight. “Alright. We’ll make the arrangements. God, I just can’t believe this has happened. Are you sure you aren’t pulling my leg?” Johnny asks as he walks to the bus door.

“Yes!” The six guys say in unison. A small smile creeps across Jordan's face. He now knows he isn't alone and the group friendship will not change, no matter what.

Johnny sighs and walks off the bus. “I was hoping you were.”