[ WP ] Every time you wake up you are someone different .

It was just another day. Though, this day he was Jennifer. 
 
 He knew so thanks to the alarm on his phone that must have been going off for two minutes already. The screen read: `` GET UP JENNIFER! Seriously, last chance if you want makeup today.'' He did n't. 
 
 After the second snooze wore off and the alarm sounded again, he forced himself out of bed and found his way to the bathroom. It was always awkward being a girl, even more so a teenage girl. As usual, he lifted his nightshirt to check himself out. *Could be worse*, he thought. And it could have been. He recalled the terrible day he woke up as middle school principal's secretary Shelia. Ugly, overweight, married to some bad-breath slob who tried for morning snuggles. That day was a living nightmare. Screw Shelia. 
 
 He found some clothes that looked what he would consider to be cute, tied his hair in a bun, skipped the makeup, and went downstairs. There was commotion in the kitchen. His mom started as soon as he walked in. 
 
 `` Jennifer, are you kidding me? You're going to be late for school! I packed you a lunch, it's on the counter. Please get your stuff and get your brother to school on time.'' He knew it was his mom because he was n't stupid. Also, he had done this many times before. Different people, different names, same story. He mumbled something so that his mother would know he had heard her, retrieved his purple backpack, and then grabbed his lunch off of the kitchen counter. Little brother was waiting at the door before he, Jennifer, could grab the keys to what he hoped would be his own car. He followed the boy out into the garage and into the red Prius. *Ew, that kind of Jennifer. * 
 
 He did n't know how to get to the middle school, much less his own school, which he assumed was a local high school. 
 
 `` Can you tell me how to get to your school?'' 
 
 `` Real funny, Jen. You take me to school every single day.'' 
 
 `` I know. It's... just a test.'' This was n't his first rodeo. Little brothers love to be challenged. 
 
 They made it to Caddo Middle School as the bell rang. He smiled and waved by to his brother before rummaging through his backpack for clues as to where Jennifer attended. It was easy to locate, park, and even attend classes, talking to friends who spoke first and remaining quiet and passive in class. Everything went downhill at volleyball practice. 
 
 Coach Bates was a frumpy male-looking female -- short graying hair, sagging skin, and a voice that was uncomfortably deep. Apparently, Jennifer was supposed to be one of Coach Bates' best athletes, at least when it came to hitting a white ball over a suspended net. And while Jennifer might have been swift and agile in her own body, he most definitely was not. He could n't fake it either. Halfway through practice, Coach sent him back to the locker room to change. He was a little embarrassed, but he did n't really care. Jennifer would have to be the one to put up with the consequences of today, tomorrow. 
 
 As he pulled off his sports bra, he heard a noise. Instinctively, he covered his chest and looked around the room. He was alone. Everyone else was at practice. 
 
 Slowly, he walked through the aisle between the lockers, stopping at one that seemed to be rattling. Pulling the locker opened, three high school boys tumbled out onto the locker room floor in a panic. It was an accident. They did n't mean to. It was Cliff's idea. All sorts of excuses came spilling out of their mouths. None of them were true. It was obvious, they wanted to see some naked girls and that's that. Jennifer was n't having it. 
 
 He dropped her bra. The boys gasped. He reached down for Cliff's hand, beckoning him to stand. He did. Jennifer leaned in, his chest against Cliff's, and whispered in his ear. `` Do n't let me *ever* see you in here again.'' He reared back and then slammed his fragile little hand into Cliff's nose. He howled in pain. The three boys ran out of the locker room, two laughing, one crying. 
 
 Later that night he lay in bed remembering the events of the strange day. It was n't the only strange day he had had. Most, in fact, were awkward to some degree. He was sure that he had broken Jennifer's hand. He tried to hide it from mom, but she had noticed and bandaged it up until they could have the school nurse look at it in the morning. He could n't even begin to imagine how confused Jennifer would be tomorrow. A broken hand, a few new enemies at school, an angry coach, and a fresh new key scratch down the side of her precious Prius. But, none of it was his problem anymore. 
 
 Tomorrow he could quite possibly be a Rick or a Dave or Juan. He might even wake up as Coach Bates. He never knew what to expect. Today, he had been Jennifer. It was just another day.
