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AN: My therapist said that I must find healthier ways to deal with my emotions so here's a fic I wrote about my gender identity crisis.

Something terrible has happened to Fourth, and he can't figure out how it had happened. The last thing he remembered was going to bed pretty late last night after finally submitting his assignment just barely 5 minutes before the submission time.

The next thing he knew, he woke up on his bed, and he felt smaller. It doesn't make sense how he knew, but he just did. When he ran his hand through his face, they also looked smaller and dantier. Then he noticed it. Because he would notice it as he usually goes to sleep, only wearing worn-out shorts.

Right on his chest were boobs! Women's boobs! On his chest!

As he sat up abruptly and he noticed that his hair was long, going right over his shoulders and when he tentatively looked in his shorts his penis was missing! He must be having a really bad dream that he would have to discuss with a therapist at some point as to what it means but right now he needed to wake up lest he pees himself because he just realised he needed to pee. And the one thing Fourth knew about dreams was that you never, ever pee in your dreams. He learned that lesson the hard way.

After almost 30 minutes of trying to wake himself up. He realized that he wasn't dreaming and that he needed to pee because his bladder was starting to hurt. He would admit to himself that peeing while sitting was very, very weird, and he didn't want to figure out how that whole process worked. He also realised he needed to put a shirt on because the boobs were kind of distracting.

So if he wasn't dreaming, then this whole thing was a problem. He thankfully had one class, and attendance wasn't mandatory in that class. Unfortunately, he had a game of an important soccer match that afternoon. BaScii versus Law. And he was the captain of the team, and he absolutely can't afford to miss it.

He roughly had 3 hours to transform back to his original body, and he had no idea how he was going to achieve that. He thanks whoever created the internet and Google and types on his search box "how to transform into a man.". Google directs him to videos of drag queens and drag kings, and it gives him a whole lot of information regarding hormone therapy and more information about the transgender process and so forth that ot leaves his head throbbing with pain.

All the information he has collected was of no use to him because Fourth was actually a guy trapped in a soft female body.

There's only an hour left before the game, and he has gotten nowhere in figuring out his predicament, and he can't just go to his coach and tell him he's Fourth and just play the game. The coach wouldn't allow him for one, and secondly, the coach wouldn't believe him. Probably. He still can't believe this happened to him.

So he texts the coach and lets him know he came down with a horrible case of food poisoning, and he can't make it to the game. The coach was predictably upset but wished him a speedy recovery. He's fortunate that the coach liked him and thought he was a good kid, a little mischievous but good nonetheless.

In the second step, he decided to contact someone smart who could possibly know what to do to solve this problem. And most importantly, someone who knew him well enough to believe him that he actually was Fourth and not some deranged girl claiming to be Fourth. So he texted his best friend, Ford, to come over to his apartment and that it was an emergency.

Ford showed up an hour later after Fourth had showered and put on sweatpants that he had to roll up twice on the waist because they were too big in him now and a simple white T-shirt that was also big on him now.

When Fourth opened his apartment door for Ford. His best friend had stared at him, blinking owlishly several times.

"Hi." Ford said with uncertainty in his voice, eyeing him up and down. "I am looking for Fourth."