Sam walked up the stairs and into his room, closing the door behind him, buried himself underneath his blanket, and went to sleep. He didn't care that his room had gone from light pastels to dark primary colors. He didn't care that his formerly-neat floor was now covered in dirty laundry. He didn't care about anything except shutting out the world as well as he could.
As he dreamed, Sam imagined he was Sarah again. Walking down a hallway in school with her old friends, wearing a flirty skirt, smiling at everyone. But then she tripped. She looked down and saw that she was wearing sneakers instead of heels. Her friends just kept walking, bumping into her as they passed, and as Sarah started walking to catch up with them she started feeling her skirt morph, changing into a pair of loose jeans. Soon she could feel her low-cut shirt transform into a standard T, and when she looked down at herself, she found that she'd become Sam. And everyone in the hallway was laughing at her.
"Sam? Sam, honey?" His mother's voice pulled him awake. He looked over at his clock, which said 4:07. Had he really been asleep that long?
"Yeah, mom?" he asked, not quite familiar with his voice.
"Jon's here to see you, you want me to let him in?"
"Sure, let him in."
The bedroom door opened, and a shy-looking Jon walked into Sam's room. "Sam," he said, "there's something really important that I have to tell you."
