Well that took longer han I expected. :P

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Everything about my appearance had changed, except the glasses.

"AAAAAAAA!" I scream internally again. I race back to my tablet and check the CB. There's a comment by someone name Anoymous, telling other CBers to go to New York City.

"But-but!" I say, "We don't have plane tickets or bus tickets or gas what is going on?"

"Imgination," explianed Nova, "that's what's going on."

I droopily blinked my eyes. "Well, i guess it's time to get packing." 

Cho ~

I sit up in bed, quickly turning my flashlight off. I know I shouldn't be reading at this hour, but it sounds like someone dragged a canon in here. I carefully set Cottage in the Woods to the side. "Who's there?" I whisper hoarsely. 

A figure pops up in the air for a fleeting moment. "SURPRISE!" A voice screams. I scream right back. The figure pops up again. A grab my book, whacking this - creature - on the head. "Ow! Hey, that hurt!"

"What?" I whisper, aghast. "Wake up!!!" The voice cries again.

"Oh my Gandalf." I swear. Is my sister pulling a prank on me? "What's all this noise?" Her voice calls out. "And why am I roasting?" So she didn't pull a prank on me. "Um, you know it's summer!" I call out, bluffing.

"Right." She mumbles, turning over. I pick up two of my stuffed animals in case that creature pops up again.

A hear a mrrow of indignant protest. The stuffed animal moves in my grip, turning and twisting to get free. "I don't have a cat!" I shriek. 

"Yes, you do." Comes a snobby feminine voice. "You have two, and don't you realize you have almost absoloutely nothing suitable to wear in this closet?" 

"What's your name?" I ask, dreading the answer. "Cho, have you gone mad?" The voice asks. "I'm Hannah, not Cho." I say alarmed.

"I mean, I use that name on a website, but ... JUST TURN ON A LIGHT, WILL YA?"

"Okay! Fine! Picky, picky. Sloth, will you do that?"

"Nono. Yous nobby kitty huma godo ityo urrs ellf!" A new voice appears from somewhere at the foot of my bed.

"What's going on?" I wail.

"Nothin' out of the usual Cho."

"Stop calling me that!!!" I reach over and flick on the light. I'm still in my bunk bed, but otherwise, my room has almost completely transformed. A manga cat-girl is rooting through my closet and drawers, a white persian cat is rolling around on my floor, a Pinkie Pie(?) is eating a huge stack of pancakes on my floor with a pie canon by her side, and a sloth is laying at the foot of my bed.

I get up and walk over to a mirror, where my door used to be. My wavy brown hair is now jet-black, my skin is much paler, and I have brown eyes. "I'm Asian!" I shriek. "Of course you are." The cat-girl says, all dressed up in my clothes.

"Pinkie? Elsa? Blizzard? Sloth?!"

"That's us!" Pinkie squeals.

"Oh, Gandalf." 

Cho, is it just me, or are you stealing my catchphrase? ;)

Katie~

"Oh! My. Gandalf. You have got to be pulling my leg!"

My exclamation could have woken the whole house. It was late, or technically early, but despite technicalities it was still dark. At this time of the year, Alaska doesn't get dark until after midnight. 

And after midnight it was. Even if there would have been sunlight, the little cubbyhole I practically lived in was behind a dark, leopard skin snuggie. I couldn't see what was behind it, but my leg hurt! It felt like I had lost all of the blood there and couldn't move.

"Lupine!" I ordered. It would make sense that my dog came to sleep with me. My brother, the clueless boy that he was, probably forgot to put her in the kennel. Lupine preffered his bed, but I never put her back if she came to sleep with me. 

In this case, however, I felt obliged to shove her in there when I gained my leg again.

But something was throwing me off.

Lupine seemed smaller and light then before, if you could call a fat beagle small, but at the same time more round. She wasn't moving either, and I assumed she was being stubborn. Even though she seemed lighter, my leg was definitely not liking the pressure.

"Lupine!" I hissed again, sitting up abruptly and pulling the blanket aside. It was dark, but I could just barely make out a perfectly round outline. It looked very fuzy, but it was hard to tell at the time.

"Buggers, you're not Lupine!" Gasping, I reached to pick it up. The object was definitely lighter, and relief flowed into my leg. I was glad it hadn't fallen off.  

The little creature looked up at me. I could feel large eyes gazing intently towards my face.

"I told you to watch him!" A female voice snapped.

It scared me and I dropped the not-a-beagle-fuzzball. "Who is there?"

"You should know better then to give me a job, KitKat. Besides, it's dark! Oh, look, she is awake now!" This time a different voice rose from the darkness as I struggled to find the speaking figures.

"Can you turn the light on?" I begged the two. To my surprise, they listened. Moments later the light flipped on, and I pathetically blinked the light out of my eyed. Maybe they weren't here to kill me.

"Goodness Katydid, I don't even know why you humans have such a problem with lighting changes!" The female was beginning to come into focus, and my jaw dropped as I recognized her. 

Fiery red hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail, accompanied by side-swept bangs. Freckles dotted her cheeks just under evil brown eyes. Steampunk attire accompanied the goggles atop her head, and a huge, massive wrench was firmly clutched in her hand. I hadn't realized how cartoonish the weapons was until now, being as big as her forearm.

"C-cricket?" I stuttered after managing to recover.

"KATY, I am Kit. Kat, not Cricket! I refuusseee to be known by that name. Its makes me queasy!"

"I named you CRICKET!" I habitually retorted. I was standing bickering with my AE  about her name?

"Wait, hold up!" Roaring, I held up my hands. "So you are my AEs? Cricket and Grasshopper?"

He was short, at about four feet. His skin was a place green, while his hair was much darker and ragged. Green eyes, of course, shone with mischief. His clothing consisted of green, brown, and white, and the only part of his body that wasnt was his antennae, which were brown. Grasshopper plopped down on the ground, crossing his arms. "Of course we are your AE's doofus, what are you? An insect?" 

KitKat frowned down at the little twerp. "I will bash your head in with this wrench, idiot."

"I can totally outrun you."

Sighing, I looked down at the fluffy orange ball. A roman helmet rested on top, somehow staying secure above his eyes. "I'm guessing you are my captcha, huh? Sicily?"

"Grasshopper was supposed to watch him, but nooooo!" Fuming, KitKat smacked him omn the head.

"Ow! That hurt! And besides, you should know not to give me a job! I could watch Sicily but you would have to watch me. DUH!"

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" By now I didn't care what my family found when they entered this room. "I am going to the bathroom to wake up and think! Be quiet or I will...um...something!"

I hurriedly set Sicily on the bed before grabbing my robe.

"Pffy. Shut up, she shouts. The nerve," Kit kat rumbled.

I tossed the insult aside, making a dash to the restroom. I washed my face and tossed on my glasses. I was really tired because I almost didn't notice my hair.

It was brown. 

My beautiful Strawberry Blonde hair was a creamy brown. And my bangs, there were luckily still there, had a slightly different texture! My normally average green eyes were larger and more vivid. 

Under my robe, I didn't realize before, black pants clung to my legs, a bright pink and green tie-die shirt fitted my person well, and it his under a nice leather coat. It was black too. 

Some frecklds still dotted my cheeks, and I notice my black glasses frames were a tad rounder, but still just as large.  

Perhaps the oddest thing of all, however, was the two pink antenna protruding from amidst my flowy brown hair. 

"I'm not me! But I am me!"

During my panic phase I managed to her on the Chatterbox, and was definitely surprised to find other people were having the same problems as well!

And someone had told us to go to New York City! There was no touher information. No meeting time, no specified place. But I had made up my mind. 

I rushed back into my room, glad to find it wasn't completely destroyed. "Hey, we're going to NYC!" I exclaimed. Fear courses through me, as well as excitement. But for the most part I was giddy. If other people went, I could meet them! And !y AEs were right here with me! There was no telling if anybody else would go, but aI had to try.

"And Howdo you plan on that?" Kit huffed, rolling her eye towards the ceiling as I began filling my backpack.

"It's really simple, you see," I giggled. "You never go anywhere without your plane."

Her eyes widened as Grasshopper's !aniacle laughed filled my room. "'Oh this is gun be good!!" 

I laughed, grabbing Sicily, who said 'bdep', my arms. He said"Lead the way, Cricket!" 

On the  lasdt line of my first roleplay post on this thread, I a added "he said" before "Lead thee way, Circket!" 

Can you delete that "He said?"

Thank you! 

It's still dark when I wake up.

Well, that isn't surprising. It's a Tuesday. Of course it's gonna be dark: I have to get up for school.

But why in the world did I wake up without my parents? I haven't woken up by myself on a school day since, like, the first day of school.

I roll over, with some discomfort. Why discomfort? Another good question. I can't think of the answer right now, but it must be something.

My digital clock says 5:00.

"Oh, come on," I groan to myself. "Now I'm never gonna get back to sleep."

I want to pull the covers over me, but again, something isn't quite right. I'm trying to figure out what it is when I hear a crash coming from the kitchen.

"Bluebell?" I call. She shouldn't be out-- her kennel, closed, is in the basement, after all, but maybe one of my parents got up seriously early. "C'mon!"

I clap a few times, with a lazy effort, but there's no familiar clicking or jangle of tags. Just a hurried "shh!"
Oh, gosh, I think to myself, please, please, please don't tell me someone's broken in!

At that moment, the crashing of footsteps makes me jolt up (and hit my head painfully on the ceiling). My door creaks open, spilling light into the room.

Rubbing my head, I turn on my light.

And gasp.

I know these people. I'd know them anywhere. One, with sandy blond hair tied up in a ponytail,  the same color jumpsuit, and bat wings, is whacking the other, someone with slightly long purple hair and a black sweatshirt with the same color jumpsuit under it, with a gigantic dictionary.

My heart starts beating. Really fast, really hard. What should I do? Should I scream?

Instead, I croak, "Feather? Dev?"

"Busy!" replies the purple-haired one, trying to fend off the merciless hardcover of knowledge.

"Don't listen tooo them. They tell you nooo thing," says a tiny, purple creature, quickly hopping up and onto my bed. It's adorable-- it reminds me of the Pygmy Puffs I saw in Harry Potter World. "They Feter andd Deev. Iaam Clod."

I crawl past the adorable quishy thing that talks in four syllables and make my way down the steps-- again, with discomfort. Why so much discomfort?

"Wow," says Feather suddenly, Dev cowering at her feet. "Have you really not noticed anything about yourself yet? Look in the mirror, idiot."

Because this lady is a lot more spunky than I remember making her (though I will admit I had been accenting the more violent parts of her personality lately, in order to make her more human), and because I'm so shocked, I do as she asks and walk over to my mirror.

"No, no, that one's too small," she says. "Use your parents'."
"They're sleeping!"
"No they aren't. There's no one in this house but us."
"Mgic," confirms Clode.

Obediently, I walk over to my parents' room and switch on the light. Feather's right-- there's no one there. Their beds are perfectly made, the room in prime condition-- as if no one had ever lived in there at all.

I walk over to their chest of drawers and look in the full-body mirror.

Because of all this built-up stress, tiredness, and complete insanity I've woken up to, not even including the emotional crisis I may be building up a bit more than I need to but is still really putting me out of business, I swear. Slightly, not a lot, in fact I consider it the lowest of curse words-- but still, that's high standards for me. I never, never curse.

Although, considering, I suppose I'm not really me anymore.

No, I'm something so fantastical, so beautiful, something that I've only seen in my imagination before. It's more than my dream human self-- it's my dream self. It's not (insert real name here)-- it's not Joan D. Plume, either. 

It's St.Owl.

Her skin is pale, paler than mine was. Her eyes aren't a grey-blue-- no, they're not sky-blue either. They're better than the sky, more deep and beautiful than the sky. They're blue, the lightest blue you can imagine but yet so deep and so dark and so rich. Her skin is flawless, so completely flawless with no blemishes or freckles or cuts. Her cheeks, unlike mine, which were always so rounded and obvious, are skinny, but they don't press to the bones. From her back sprout two wings, two gigantic, pure, white wings, the most beautiful white anyone could possibly picture; her dress, sleeveless and yet still looking so modest, the same color as her wings. Her hair is blond, even blonder than mine, which is slowly turning darker now, and it's longer too, curling at the ends, which reach my shoulderblades, much more beautiful than I could make it when I had long hair. And she doesn't need glasses anymore-- not even contacts.

She's perfect.

And now, she's me.

"What are you doing in there?" asks Dev impatiently. "We've got veggies to throw! You've been in there for five minutes!"
I have never been proud of my appearance. I am not vain. I will admit that I do think I have been luckier than some, but on other occassions I think some have been luckier than me. But I am not the kind of girl who sits in front of her mirror for ten minutes getting her eyelashes perfect. I am mostly... normal, in that respect.

But this is different.

Now I'm the most fantastic thing on the planet. I'm magnificent. I am not the girl with the childish voice and the chubby cheeks and the flaky skin around the nose.

If it was possible, I think I could stand in front of this mirror forever.

But I don't. I tear my eyes away. I have pride, and I am proud of my tomboyishness. I will never, ever be caught staring at myself in the mirror, no matter how perfect I may be.

I follow Dev down the hallway.

"Well?" he asks. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know," I reply, "But I want to check something first."
He groans. "Check, check, check. You sane counterparts are all like that. We're all ready to go and-- oh, no, you forgot your sunblock! You forgot your veggie blaster! Dev, what are you doing to Feather! How dare you, we're going straight home!"

"I've been a sane counterpart for about five minutes. Deal with it."

I sit down at the computer, open up Firefox, and type in the URL. Usually I wouldn't do this, but the menu of recently visited sites only comes up on a new tab.

There are threads all over-- "OHMYGOSH WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME?!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
"OH MY GOSH I'M OWLGIRL!", et cetera. If I went through all the threads it would take me an hour, and I don't really feel like making a new thread. Too many people have already done so, and, besides, how would I express my amazement?

No, I'm just going to scroll through these and look for something that would give me instructions.

And there.

At the bottom.

From an anonymous CBer.

Go to NYC.

l'm know l'm late.....But may l join? Pretty please? l was in the last one and it was so much fun. 

Abi, can Coco pleasepleaseplease join? I need her. We're sisters, and I need her for my posts.

Cho ~

I look back in the mirror, my mouth opened in a perfect "o". Then I realize something. I'm wearing a cute dark blue and gold sweater with jeans. "Auuugh!"

Elsa looks at me peculiarly. "What's wrong, Cho?" I'm Cho. I'm me, but I'm not. I'm the cb version of me. What if ... no.

I run over to the bunk bed, peering in. All I can see is a black dragon with streaks of orangy-red on his scales*. My face goes slack. She's Coco now. "Coco?" I whisper, afraid of the answer. I hear a high pitched yap in response. "Yip! Yip!"*

I spot a black cat with a white muzzle curled up on the pillow. The cat suddenly turns into a cat-girl, wearing a black sweater and jeans*. "Can't a cat get any sleep around here?" She demands in a snobby way.

"Coco!" I screech again. I'm surprised our parents haven't woken up by now. "YAP!" Coco screeches back. "Coco, listen to me, I'm calling you this because we've been turned into our cb appearances, and our AEs and CAPTCHAs are real."

A small white dog which looked like this:

tumbled out of the bed, yapping at me angrily. "Yap yap yap yaap." She barked in an obvious impression of me.*

"Seriously!" I said, picking her up. "See? I'm Asian! You're a dog! AND PINKIE PIEPER JUST CAME ALIVE IN OUR ROOM!" I yell, starting to sob. I put Coco down and grab my tablet. I imediately went onto /cricket, and was stunned. All the threads at the top all said stuff like, "HELP!!!, or I'M ME!!!, and there was even one which said, MY AEs ARE TRYING ..." Yeah. I know where that one's going.

"Oh my Gandalf and Dumbledore!" I shriek. I click on each of the threads in turn, hoping for a solution. Finally, I see one which provides a little help. "Go to New York." It's been posted by Anonymous.

"Coco and I are coming." I type quickly. "Coco, you and I, along with everybody else, are going to New York."

Suddenly, an alarm clock starts beeping. I shriek and jump about a foot in the air. Pinkie smiles at me, and then Elsa. "I figured it out!" She anounces happily. "Pinkie, if Strawberry reef ever comes alive, I promise, I will find a way to stuff you in with the G1 ponies."

She looks at me, aghast. "NO! You can't put me with those old snobs!" She shrieks.

"Never mind. Coco, can I grab all our money, except from the tithe bags?" I ask. "Coco?" I ask when she doesn't yap back.

I see her, gazing into the mirror hanging on our door. Except she's a dog-girl. She looks back at me, her eyes mournful. "My eyes aren't grey anymore." She says, giving me a baleful look. 

"Sorry?" I say. Her dirty-blond hair is now a platinum blond, and curly. Her eyes are now grey, and she has pale skin instead of her tan.

And she's wearing a turquoise shirt, made with some sort of light material, but it's not see through. And jeans. Of course jeans.

"Take a lttle time to get used to this idea, alright? I'll go pack."

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*All of these astrixs were sections written by Coco. Her appearance was put together by both of us. 

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Not again..." I sigh, rolling over to check the time on my alarm clock. 4:30 am. Time to get up for swimming practice (not lying, I actually have to get up that early). As I get up and start to dig through my swim bag, trying to find my suit, I realize that it's Saturday. There is no swim practice. Suddenly, I hear a soft thumping noise coming from behind me. Turning on the blinding lights, I spot a small gray bunny hopping on my bed. I don't own a gray bunny. "Hi," I say in a soft voice, walking over to my bed. Upon closer inspection, the bunny looks oddly familiar. But that can't be. My bunny is tan, and a whole lot fatter than this bunny. "How did you get in here?" I ask the bunny, even though it can't reply. 

"Msty." I hear it say. Did that rabbit just talk?

"What?" I ask in shock. 

"Msty. Iimm Msty." She replies. Suddenly I realize.

"Misty?! My CAPTCHA?! But you're not real! You're the spam box that I type letters into after writing a CB post!" I exclaim. This must just be a dream. Rabbits can't talk. And Misty isn't real. I made her up. And I also made up Number Six and Sweet Tea... Oh no. I think. If Misty is real, then Sweet Tea and Six must be as well. I turn around slowly, only to see a tall, tan girl with long, wavy dirty blonde hair holding what looks vaguely like a tshirt cannon, except it's loaded with pies.

"Who are you?" I ask, even though I already know the answer. 

"You know who I am," Sweet Tea says before pulling the trigger on her pie blaster. The last thing I feel before passing out is the soft whipped cream of a banana cream pie. 

~~~

"Are you alright?" I hear someone ask me. I sit up, dazed. I can only see out of one eye. Tea's pie blaster must have given me a black eye. "Tea decided to blast you with her pie cannon. She's crazy. But you knew that already." Standing in front of me is a tall, pale girl with long black hair, a black shirt and dark jeans. I already know who she is. 

"Six." I say. "You're my other AE, Number Six." 

"Of course I am, stupid." She replies. Moody as usual. "Haven't you figured it out yet?" I nod. This is by far the weridest thing that's ever happened to me. I wonder if the same thing has happened to any of the other CBers.

"Hold that thought." I tell Six as I run into the other room to get my laptop. 

"Don't you tell me what to do!" She yells after me. I bring my computer into my bedroom and log onto Cricket. DtE is filled with new threads, all saying that their AEs and CAPTCHAs woke them up early and are currently running around thier bedroom. At the botton of the page is a thread by an anonymous CBer. Go to NYC, it says. Why not? After locking Tea out of the bathroom, I head in there to get dressed. I put on a green tshirt, light frayed denim jeans, and blue converse. As I stand up after tying my shoes, I glance in the mirror. The initial shock of seeing my purple swollen eye quickly fades, as I now have long, feathery red hair, bright green eyes, and TONS of freckles, my CB appearance. This day keeps getting weirder and weirder, and it's only five in the morning, according to my laptop. Okay. Back to the original plan. I have to go to NYC. I log onto the Delta Airlines website, looking for flights, as I can't walk to New York all the way from Georgia. There's one flight direct to the city, leaving in six hours. Maybe I can get there on time. I quickly book the flight, using money I had saved up for a while, and throw some clothes in a suitcase. 

"TEA!" I yell. "WHERE IS YOUR PIE BLASTER?" 

"Um..." She says quietly, holding the cannon behind her back. I quickly snatch it from her and stuff it in the suitcase. 

"I don't think they'll allow a pie blaster through airport security." I tell her, matter-of-factly. After digging around for a while, I manage to find a pet carrier, so I gently place Misty in it, grab my suitcase, purse and head out the door, with Tea and Six in tow.  

I forgot to mention, in my post, that I know it's not that easy to just book a flight to New York, but I wasn't sure how else she'd get there.