Dude, Where's My 'Boys Don't Cry?'

"Hey dude, are you cool in here?" Kevin said as he opened the door.
"Don't come in here!" Jon sqealed, but it was too late.
"Whoa, who are you?" Kevin said as his lips curled into a lustful grin.
All Kevin saw in the room was a nubile, if boyish, young girl in Jon's room.
The girl padded across the carpet and grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around herself, denying Kevin his free show.
"Look up, moron." Jon said as he motioned toward his face.
"Jon..."
Kevin was dumbfounded as he recognized his friend's face on a babes body, and slowly the realization hit him.
"Dude! You're a chick!"
"Yeah, I know. I uh..."
"Oh dude, this is just like that movie!"
"Well, not..."
"Oh wow, Jon, you're one of those transformers."
"You mean a transex-"
"Oh man, I'm sorry dude. I mean I always thought you were gay, but this-"
"Well this isn't-- Wait, you thought I was gay?"
"Yeah, but this explains so much!"
"GAY?"
"Well, yeah. But I was always cool with it, well especially now that I know you're really a girl. Man, I thought I was going queer myself for a while there."
"Ugh." Jon sighed, now more embarrassed than he ever was terrified.
They both sat down on the end of the bed. Kevin in relief and Jon in disgust.
"Well Dude, your secret is safe with me. But dude, you gotta tell me, how did you get through gym all these years?"
"Well, really it's hard to explain right now, how about you let me get dressed and I'll tell you later?"
"Oh, okay," Kevin got up to go to the door. "But you gotta tell me, okay? Man, my little gay friend was a little chick all this time. Wow... Just like a movie man."
Kevin left, but Jon heard a chuckle outside as Kevin walked away.
Jon stood up from the bed and grabbed the rock from the dresser and watched herself in the mirror as she held the rock up.
"I wish..."