Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Does anyone know beyblade?! ❯ Chapter 8

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

.Chapter 9.

“WAHHH! WAH WAH WAAAAH!” Marisol graoned. “I knew Daichi was childis, but not a baby…” She muttered, rubbing her face. She looked down and noticed the baby blue oversized shirt and blue striped boxers with teddy bears. (guess who she changed bodies with?) “Mmm…I had a good dream.” She told herself. “I dreamed that…wow wait. Why am I wearing these clothes? What if someone changed me during the night?”

She began panicking. “Tyson did this!”

The little perv. Just imagine! He changed her. She should sue the little bastar- Oh wait. No he didn't.

“Whatever. It's Tuesday, so I gotta go to evil school.” She said, still sleepy, and walked towards the closet and opened it. She skimmed around for some clothes, maybe a cool shirt and some hip-huggers…baggy pants? GAH!! Who cares about Marisol's clothes style? Point is, she noticed all there was were neon suspenders, shirts with yellow stars, (which she instantly fell in love with) and yellow shirts with `M's' in them. “Cool. It stands for Marisol.” She said. Was she drunk?! Those were clearly Max's clothes!! She came out her room to wash her hair. Nothing abnormal, put hair in sink, wash it, look up. Eep.

“AHHH!! I'm blonde!” Then she thought for a while. She checked. How? By taking off her shirt. No porno! She had Max's body. But she had already put on his clothes anyways. And his hair was shining and bright with Herbal Essences!

Max noticed earlier. It's like if someone put a sign on his forehead that said, “You a girl, stupid.” Why? Because he noticed when he wasn't hugging his plushie. Well, seriously, he looked down. No, dirty perv. A little up. Yep. There. He stared at it with a puzzled face and was about to poke it, when Marisol burst into his room. Hers, really.

“What did you do to me?!” She demanded. The poor blonde- sorry, brunette teen looked himself puzzled.

“M-me? Non-no-nothing.”

“This is nothing?” She pointed at the `private area.' She was really pissed, because normally, she would really be that explicit. But what if you woke up with balls and a thingy? (if you're a girl)

“What do you mean?”

“I have a…a sausage for goodness sake!”

Guess what they had for breakfast. Yes-eggs with sausage. But I am skipping the best part- Max changing.

“Do not- I repeat- DO NO take your- I mean- mine- whatever. DO NOT take off the underwear.” Marisol whined, a little uncomfortable with talking about all that stuff- after she had cooled off and was real aware of her situation. “And don't tell anyone about this. Okay?” She tried to make sure no one found out.

“Okay okay I get the idea.” He tried to reassure her, but she was hysterical.

“Don't take off the bra, or anything like that.” She reiterated, then walked out. Max was left alone, in that room full of posters of Legolas, Will Turner, Orlando Bloom, and Chad Michael Murray. And in the closet door, there were some photos of a dark-skinned skater-boy with messy lion-hair. He felt all those eyes watching him intently, waiting for him to change…

`ACK!' He looked around for refuge. Finally he gave up and went inside the closet. There, in the darkness that concealed him, he took off the oversized pajama shirt. Unfortunately/Fortunately for him, it wasn't as dark enough for him to not see the `chest area'. `Don't take off the bra, don't take off the bra!' He kept thinking. `I know! Think of something nasty…um um um…Tyson's poop after he eat ramen!Yuck…' He imagine the materials of Tyson's food after it was digested, so he wans't tempted to do something Marisol had warned him not to do. Now, he had to put on another shirt she herself had picked, a black shirt with