Micky went back to the mirror. He had jumped back a mile when he saw his reflection in the mirror. He should have seen his own reflection like he always did, but that morning something else stared back at him.
He looked in the mirror. He raised his hand to his face but it wasnt his face. He touched his face. It was softer than it was yesterday. His face took on a almost different shape. His hair was longer, it stopped around the shoulder line now. It was messy since he had slept all night, but it was definately fluffier looking.
One thing was certain, he was definately more feminine looking than he did yesterday.
"Oh my god." He said while touching his face. "This has gotta be a dream!"
He stepped back from the mirror so he could look at himself better. His body shape was different.
"Ok." He said looking around. "If my face is different and my hair is different, then..." He looked inside his shirt. "Yep, I am so a girl today." He said looking back up.
Downstairs Mike and the others were getting ready. They were dressed in their customary alike clothing. They were all wearing the same red eight button shirt. Mike put his hat on.
"Mick! We're gonna be late!" He called up the stairs.
Micky turned around and looked. "Oh my god!" He said. He definately noticed his voice now. "I forgot about the gig."
"Are you coming Mick?" Peter called up the stairs.
"I'm coming!" Micky said trying his best to imitate his own voice. "Oh man what do I do?"
Davy put his tamborine down. "Want me to go check on him?" He asked.
"Sure." Mike said. "Tell him to hurry please!"
"Okay." Davy said and ran up the stairs.
Micky was trying to pull himself...herself together. She grabbed a red shirt from his dressed and pulled on his fave pair of multi striped pants. He was putting on his belt when he noticed his new self in the mirror. The pants suddenly took on more curves and fit a little tighter than they did before.
"Great, the first day I'm a girl and I noticed I have birthing hips." He muttered. His shirt hung a little flat on him. "Oh well, guess you can't have everything."
Davy knocked on the door. "Mick are you ready?" He came through the door.
Micky turned and instinctively crossed his arms.
"Can you knock?" He yelled.
"Oh I'm sorry. Me manners, I thought I did." Davy said. He was about to go out the door when he got a good look. He did a double take. "Wheres Micky?"
"I'm Micky." Micky said.
"HA ha, very funny. Where did he go?" Davy asked coming closer. He got that strange look in his eyes.
"Oh no!" Micky said. "Don't get that look."
"What look?"
"That bananas look you get when you like a girl!" Micky said as Davy came closer. "Hey keep your distance pal, you said I was Mickys girl." He put a pillow between him and the quickly advancing englishman.
"Whats your name?" He asked.
"Davy, honest to god, its me Micky." Micky said. He tripped on one of Mikes stray boots. He fell to the floor. He sat up. Davy helped him up.
"Prove it." He said, not really caring about the answer.
"All right." Micky said. "How about I tell Stacy, Lacey and Kacey who you are REALLY dating?"
Davys eyes shot open. "Only Micky would know that." His eyes almost bugged out of his head.
"And who do you think I am?" Micky asked.
"Oh my god, Mick? What happened?" Davy asked.
"I dunno." Micky said. "But we'll have to tell the guys. Come on." He said heading for the stairs. "Davy!"
"Oh I'm sorry, but Mick you turned into such a foxy chick!" Davy said. Micky walked over and flicked his ear. "Ow, that hurt!!"
"Good, now when you look at me like that again remember this." Micky said and flicked his ear again.
"Ow!" Davy said. "Don't worry. Stop doing that to me ear!"
The duo walked down the stairs.
Mike was tuning his guitar. He looked up.
"Davy howd you sneak a girl in here?" Peter asked.
"This is no ordinary girl." Davy said.
"You can say that again." Micky said.
"The voice is familiar." Mike said.
"It's me, Micky." Micky said.
"What?" Peter asked. They grouped around him.
"It's true. I think it was something that Doctor gave me. It turned me into a girl." Micky said.
"How can I be sure?" Mike asked.
"You been writing the same song about Amanda for the last three months." Micky said.
"Its him." Mike said. He was fighting a writers block.
"What can we do about the gig? They are expecting a boy band?" Mike said.
"No problem." Peter said. "Just take a lot of the songs that have like she and make it he."
"Sounds so easy." Mike said.
"I can sing some tonight." Davy said.
"We gotta go." Micky said. "We'll be late."
"But what do we call you?" Davy said.
"I'm still Micky, but call me Michelle." He said.
"All right." Mike said. "Ready or not, here come the Monkees and the Monkette."
The gang arrived at the gig. It was almost time for the show. Micky decided to duck into the bathroom to do his hair.
"I'll be back." Micky said and headed for the boys bathroom.
"Mick!" Mike hissed. "I think it would look better if you went into the girls room."
"Girls room?" Micky said confused. "OH!! Ok." He got the hint and went into the girls room. He took out a comb and brushed his locks while two girls chatted next to him.
"Oh I can't wait to see the guys. I wonder if Micky is here tonight." One said.
"Me too, I want to know where he gets his SHIRTS!!" The other gushed.
Micky smiled to himself. It was weird but sorta nice hearing from your fans, even if it was as a girl!
Micky tossed his hair back and left the scene. The others were up on stage talking to the owner, Randy.
"So this is Mickys twin sister Michelle?" Randy said.
"Yeah." Micky nodded.
"I hope she can play." Randy said. "We got VERY important people here tonight."
"No doubt." Mike said seeing the VIP table filled. There was a VIP ETC table next to them.
"Whats VIP ETC?" Peter asked.
"Oh their entourage." Randy explained.
"We'll play some Beatles stuff first." Mike said. "I told him we would be doing I Saw Him Standing There. Its the same song just with a few minor changes."
"Groovy." Micky sat behind the kit. He felt an impulse to cross his legs but then he remember his pants. "Let's go."
Fifteen minutes later
A few minutes after their set ended Randy came up on the stage.
"Man you guys were awesome. And this chick was dynamite!" Randy said.
"Well she just replaced Micky, temporarily." Mike said pointedly looking at Micky.
"Forget Micky." One of the VIP producers said. "We want to cut a record with you, with Michelle on drums."
"What?" They said.
"We love your sound, and we'd love it if we had your group with our label." He said. "What do you say? You wanna go for it or not?"
The guys (and the girl) all looked at each other.
