“I’m home.” I say walking in the door after sunset, finally coming home from practice.

“Hey Murph.” Tyler calls from the kitchen. Mom and Dad must be working late again.

I put my stuff away and make my way to the kitchen. Tyler is facing the tv, eating ramen. A rerun basketball game is playing, with cheering filling the house.

“Hey. Can you turn that down a bit?” I watch as Joel Embiid makes a legendary block.

“Nice.” He says happy with the block. “Yeah sure.” He grabs the remote and mutes it as he turns to me, “The games over anyway.” He says as the screen shows the 76ers winning with 115 and Celtics with 109. I smile, remembering that game.

“Actually it's fine,” I say pooping a cup of ramen into the microwave, “I'll just bring my dinner upstairs while I do my homework.”

He frowns, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah I was planning to anyway.” I grab the cooked ramen as he unmutes the tv. Another sixers game begins.

“Ok.” He says as I walk past him, “Oh and Mom and Dad should be home soon.” He shoves a fork full of ramen into his mouth.

“Were they working late?” I ask pausing at the steps.

“No they're on a date, remember?” He says through his ramen.

I start up the steps. “Right, yeah I forgot.” I call over my shoulder. Lets see. I think while climbing the steps. Math, Physics, Latin, History, English. I sigh as I make my way down the upstairs hall. Ok, lots to do. I open the door and put my bookbag down next to my desk. I sit down and open the ramen. Ramen. Mmmm. I think as I shove my chopsticks into the yummy noodles.

“Alexa,” I mumble through a mouth of noodles, “play some pop music.”

“Ok.” She answers, as Level Of Concern starts to play. I smile at the song and I open up my backpack to start my homework.

I work through my homework with short breaks to shove more noodles into my mouth.

After about an hour and a half, my noodles are long gone and I’m finishing up my history homework. Only latin left. I put my laptop to the side as I pull out my latin packet. Oh crap, this is hard. I sigh and put my head in my hands. By now it's 10 pm and the rest of my family is asleep. Barbie would know how to do these. I'll ask her tomorrow. I get out of my chair and plop on my bed. Barbie. Her blonde hair and light brown eyes flash across my eyes. I smile at the thought of her smile.

“Murphy!” My mom calls from downstairs. I blink my eyes open and I turn to look at the clock. It reads 7:00 am. Sh*t! “Murphy! Finn’s here!” My mom calls making me pause. Finn?

I rub my eyes as I take in my surroundings. When did I get under the covers? I yawn. Wait. I realize, why is my chest so light? I sit up and see a bare chest. Where the hell are my boobs?! I rip off the covers to find boxers.

“Oh my god!” I yell in shock, “ I have a d*ck!”