Felix was your best friend. Always had been. He was your sassy, goofy…weirdo of a best friend.

He was also pretty femmy. Like, his mannerisms, the way he acted, even some of his speech.

He was often teased for it, but he always shot back with a snarky comment. The boy was one of a kind.

One day, Felix was sleeping over at your house…complaining about people calling him a little girl, and basically making fun of him. He sighed, rambling about how maybe he really was meant to be a girl, but was trapped in the body of a boy.

Eventually, he tired himself out, and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, Felix grunted, shifting in bed. He stood up, feeling groggy as he ran a hand through his long blonde hair…was it always that long? It practically fell past his hips in soft golden waves.

He flicked on your bathroom light, his eyes widening at the sight.

He was…a girl?

Felix gazed in shock, looking down at his body. He’s was a bit shorter, but he was much slimmer, with slender legs and softer features. He gaped, covering his now-fuller chest with his arms.

Felix squeaked, his large blue eyes widening, now framed by thick eyelashes.

“H-how…what the…DUDE, THIS IS-”

He screamed, scrambling back into the bedroom and shaking you vigorously.

“DUDE, DUDE, DUDE, WAKE UPPP…!”