A/N: This started out as crack, then it turned into fluff, then it turned into angst, and now it's... I don't even know. Proceed at your own risk.

Many thanks to GeeShizzle for the amazing beta!

When Tiffany wakes up, there’s a guy in her bed.

She screams, trying to extricate herself from the blankets only to get tangled further, and she manages to bring them down with her as she falls to the ground, landing in a shocked heap. How did this happen? Did a fan manage to break into their dorm? She glances around for something to use as a weapon, and her gaze lands on her lamp just as the guy groans and cracks open an eye.

“Steph, what are you screaming about?”

The voice is undeniably masculine but also undeniably familiar. And the nickname – nobody calls her ‘Steph’ except one person: her best friend, who ducked into her room last night to stay with her because she knows how scared Tiffany is of thunderstorms. Her best friend, who is a girl but is blinking blearily at her now, eyes exactly the same, only set in a man’s (boy’s?) face.

Jessica clears and makes a face. “My voice sounds so weird,” she complains, holding a hand to . Then her expression changes and she glances down – at her flat chest – and her hands fly upward to grip her hair, which has mysteriously shortened into a messy bob.

Her eyes are equally horrified when they meet Tiffany’s.