"So you're telling us that Tweek's procedure was swapped with someone named Tweety?" Cylde asked with a raised brow.

"And Tweety was the one supposed to have that breast augmentation?" Stan also asked, looking suspiciously at the youngest tucker.

Tricia nodded. She was trying so hard to not crack to any pressure. Her cover-up story for Tweek was more than ludicrous and she knew it. She made up a story where Tweek was supposed to have a rhinoplasty due to a badly broken nose, but for some reason, the doctor swapped Tweek to Miss Tweety since the two of them were both blond and some other uniquely out of this world reasons.

"The doctor thought that Tweety is his nickname," Tricia mumbled. "You know how his name sounds like its chirping bird sound," Tricia continued to cover up for her lies.

She internally winced. Technically it was Craig and Tweek's fault. They leave her without choice and to make up something to save their own asses.

A round of silence passed the occupants of the room. Jimmy was not speaking at all. He was just listening really intently at Tricia, eyebrows drawn together. Token too. He was watching the girl like a hawk as if he was waiting for that one final straw to tear her down and her stories.

"That was impossible. I'm not buying that crap. A hospital would not screw up like that," Cartman said unbelievably eyeing Tricia sharply. He slurped loudly at his cup of hot chocolate.

"Tweekers does not look like someone who only had breasts done. He looked like he had undergone the whole trans path. No hating you know. He was already a fag so taking an extra step further is nothing at all," Cartman said.

"Oh, come on and humor us, fatass. How did you know that? One of your girlfriends a trans?" Tricia hissed at him. "Wait, did you look up yourself the operations needed to be trans? Figuring how to have breast yourself? And maybe a vagina, too? Cause you already don't have balls and my pinky was bigger than your dick?"

Tricia brought up her hand and curled her pinky a couple of times. Cartman was red in the face as if a vein was threatening to poop anytime soon.

"I'm stating the obvious! Does he look like someone who only got a breast implant!?" Cartman practically shouted looking at the other guys in the room.

"A-a-actually, Cartman has a p-point," Jimmy decided to talk before Tricia got what she had to say, leaving the teenager with a tense jaw. "Tweek l-l-looked more feminine. S-she or he... I d-d-don't know, it p-p-pains me but C-cartman might be right."

A smug look was plastered across Cartman's face.

"So? Another hospital can make a mistake, but I bet if that happened on South Park you'll all act like nothing happened," Tricia snorted.

"Stan's mom would be delighted if that happened. She will probably let the whole town know by herself," Cartman answered, picking at his fingernails.

"Don't bring my mom into this Cartman. You're not being funny," Stan said glaring at the bigger man.

"You know, let us just believe what Tricia said. She had no reason to lie to us, right?" Token said.

"Tweek has a fairly feminine build to start with. Maybe we just realized it knows when we saw her," Clyde added.

Tricia almost let out a sigh of relieve.

"As if I would lie about something like that," she huffed, biting the insides of her cheek.

If they only knew that she was certainly lying through her teeth.

"B-b-but why would Tweek w-w-wear those girly clothes?" Jimmy asked. He was still not convinced with what Tricia was saying. He absolutely wanted to believe the girl, but something in his guts told him that it was not the whole story or the real story itself.

As if having the exact thoughts, Stan also added his own doubts. "If it is not his operation why don't he just had it removed? Why continue to have it?"

"That's my point all this time," Cartman pipped up.

For a second both Clyde and Token looked intently at Tricia. They certainly wanted to believe in her, but they could not find the reason why she would lie.

"As if you would believe me if I told you that Tweek suddenly wakes up and then like magic she's the gorgeous girl you all wanted to bone," Tricia said with a sigh.

"You know, if you don't believe me, just don't. I'm not in here to convince you."

An awkward silence encompassed them. Tricia stood up, her chair scraping at the floor. "You all better get going. I'm going to clean up before closing the shop. And Cartman, that's eight dollars."

"What!?" Cartman asked surprised since he was the only own being charged for the hot chocolate and pastries. The other four occupants of the room could only watch the exchange.

"You pissed me. Now pay up," Tricia held out her hand for Cartman's payment.

With a string of curses, Cartman got a ten dollar bill, "Keep the change. I'm out of here before the ginger started her devil works."

Tricia rolled out her eyes at Cartman. When the annoying man was finally making his way out, Tricia directed her attention at the remaining four men.

"Actually, I really lie about the mishap of Tweek's operation," she admitted, raising both of her arms as a sign of surrender.

"Why?" Stan asked, voicing all of their thoughts.

"I thought all of you will buy it. It doesn't hurt that I tried," she said as she shrugged. She sent an apologetic smile at Token and Clyde.

"What really happened to Tweek?" Token asked arms crossed a little bit annoyed that Tricia lied to him.

"I'm sorry. It was not really my place to tell. I'm just protecting Tweek. He doesn't want anyone to know. We honestly don't know what happened. He just had stomach cramps and then the following day he's already a girl."

"W-w-when all of this happened?"

"Just last week."

"Did you mean that the reason why Tweek was sick last week was due of that?" Clyde asked.

He was thinking back of the time last week where he practically locked Craig into his apartment so that the other man would not rush in the middle of the night at South Park. He remembered Craig talking to Tricia how Tweek was so sick and burning with high fever.

"Yes, we were just talking, and everything seemed fine, and then he just threw up and he was burning with fever," Tricia explained.

"So, basically Tweek changed into a woman when he was in South Park," Stan realized, nodding to himself.

"Something about this town really sends a shiver down to my spine," Token said, realizing Stan's implication. "Should I already book my flight?" Token attempted to joke, but he almost meant it.

The other guys almost immediately panic.

"I don't really want to be a girl. I want a hot woman, but I don't want to be one," Clyde said as he hugged himself, looking suspiciously around the coffee shop.

"I-I-I don't want to be a woman myself either," Jimmy said. "That would be a problem."

"It's not much of a problem if I become a girl, right? Wendy said she is bi," Stan muttered to himself, also panicking with the way the other guys were panicking around him.

"Stop it, guys. No one was going to be turned into a woman," Tricia exclaimed.

If she knew that they were going to act like this she might as well stick with the wrong plastic surgery cover-up.

"If there is another man that turned into a girl without his own accord you could panic," she could help but add as she realized how stupid the four grown-up men were acting.

"For now, help me clean and close up. Maybe they spare the ones who with a golden heart," Tricia laughed at her own joked and the way that the men looked too eager to help her.

...

Tweek watched Craig sleeping peacefully with a small smile on his lips. He felt his heart melting for this man. He was so lucky to have him in his life. Craig was perfection himself. Extremely good looking, and a very understanding partner.

He felt himself blushing. Craig wanted him still even though he is a girl now. He could certainly feel it Craig's kisses. The way that Craig was staring at him. It felt like nothing changed even it's a matter of fact that he did change.

Craig loved him no matter what.

Tweek felt his stomach doing summersaults at the thought. The blonde tucked himself on Craig's side and he draped his arm around his boyfriend, face flushing red and heart pounding loud on his ears.

His man got a heart big enough for both of them.

"...Tweek?"

"Mmmph?" Tweek muttered hugging Craig tighter and pushing himself towards more to his boyfriend.

"What's gotten into you?" Craig chuckled, lying down on his side so that he was facing Tweek. He wrapped his arm around the blond.

"...nothing. You smell really nice," Tweek answered burrowing himself deeper into Craig's embrace.

Craig laughed at Tweek's antics. He rested his chin on top of Tweek's blonde head. A smile wormed its way into him. He could spend the rest of his waking days like this.

"Are you sore?" he asked as he ran his thumb on the curve of Tweek's spine.

Craig nuzzled his nose into Tweek's hair. It smelled of coffee and oddly enough it smelled like strawberries.

"No, a little bit stiff, but not sore."

Craig hummed, with unexpected ease he hoisted Tweek up so that the blonde was laying right on top of him.

"There better, I might be squishing you if you're sandwich between the couch and me," he said, hugging Tweek right against him. "Might be the cause of stiffness, I'm not that rough at you earlier."

"Craig! I might squish you!" Tweek abruptly sit on top of Craig, his legs on either side of the taller man's torso. He playfully swatted Craig at his shoulder.

"You're also rough! I have hickeys!" Tweek tugged down at the neck of his shirt. Purple color blossomed from the expanse of Tweek's collarbones.

"You weigh like close to nothing," Craig said with a huge grin as he traced the hickeys with his fingerprints.

"Hey, it's still tender," Tweek pulled away.

Craig let his hand rest on Tweek's hips, running his hands up and down on the blonde side slowly.

Tweek looked at Craig sharply. "I swear Craig if you tickle me again," he threatened as he glared down to his boyfriend.

"What? You'll squeal again?" Craig teased. "Man, our neighbors might be thinking that you're having the best sex ever!" he continued.

"Craig! Stop! Wait! I can't take it anymore!" Craig mimicked Tweek, the side of his eyes crinkling at his own joke.

"Shut up, Craig."

Tweek was blushing furiously. Her flushed color suiting made Craig burst into a full blown laugh.

"I'm sorry," Craig apologized clearly not being sorry.

Tweek rolled his eyes at Craig's childish antics, but he finally laughed at his own actions earlier. He was very ticklish, and Craig used it to his advantage. Tweek rested his forehead against Craig. His green eyes shining with mirth and love.

"I love you even though you're mean," Tweek whispered.

"I love you even though you're a tease," Craig replied back, his lips still split into a huge grin.

"I love you even though you're a dork."

"I love you even though you're a dummy."

"Hey, it's almost the same as a dork."

"No, it's not."

"Whatever, I will always love you, Craig," Tweek leaned down and place a soft kiss on Craig's lips.

"I love you too no matter what," Craig replied. "Even if you're a boy, a girl. Even though if you become a mermaid or whatever. I'll always love you Tweek."

"You're going to make me cry," Tweek whispered as he nuzzled on Craig's neck.

Craig threaded his fingers on Tweek's hair. "Don't cry, honey."

Tweek pulled away a little bit from Craig, just to look into his boyfriend's eyes.

"I'm just glad that you still liked me even if I'm not a guy," Tweek admitted. "Can I ask you a question?"

Craig nodded as an answer. Tweek completely pulled away, but he was still resting on top of Craig.

"We never really talked about it, but are you really gay? Or you're just gay for me?"

Craig closed his eyes for a second, thinking about Tweek's question. He found it a little bit odd, but he and Tweek never really talked about their sexuality.

"I... I'm not sure. I've been around different kinds of beautiful people, because of my job, but nothing really catches my attention," Craig explained. "You'll definitely call me a dork again, but it's always been you, Tweek."

Tweek couldn't stop himself from smiling. He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Really? No guy or girl caught your fancy for a tiny bit?"

Craig thought for a moment. "It's not like that I did not try. I do. I wanted to figure out if I like boys or girls or both of them, but I never really had an urge to pounce on anyone." Craig paused. "Maybe I'm bi? I don't have a problem that you're practically a girl now. I'll still bone you like I did before, but I don't really know how," he added with an unsure laugh.

Both of their cheeks instantly colored red. Craig cleared his throat, asking Tweek a question of his own.

"How about you, sweetheart?"

"Well, there was this guy on Economics..."

"Oh no you didn't," Craig was looking sharply at Tweek.

"That takes my same class as an elective to have a subject together with me," Craig rolled his eyes.

"That was me you're talking about," Craig said unamused at Tweek who was giggling to himself. "Seriously, do you strictly like boys? Or you also like girls?"

"I like boys. I know that I'm gay at our senior year in high school," Tweek confessed.

"How?" Craig asked curiously. He propped himself up onto his elbows, prompting Tweek to slide down on his lap.

"At prom, I caught Wendy at Stan fooling around," he started. "I first saw Wendy with her top off and I don't really get any reaction when I saw her boob," he explained laughing a little bit at the memory.

"However, I got a slight hard on, on how flustered Stan looked. It was really weird experience. That's how I confirmed that I liked boys in general and I'm not only exclusively attracted to you."

Craig pouted at Tweek. "I shouldn't have asked. Made me wanted to go back in time a little bit earlier to personally punch Stan on his face."

Tweek tapped Craig's nose. "Don't be a baby. It's not like I have the hots for Stan."

"I'm the possessive and jealous type," Craig muttered underneath his breath.

He knew that it was slightly immature of him, but he wanted to be Tweek's only thought and no one else.

"And I still love you even though you're the possessive and jealous type," Tweek said as he threw his arms around Craig.

The dark haired man made a production of being mad at Tweek, as he tensed his jaws and frown at him. Tweek raised his brow at Craig, biting the insides of his cheeks to stop from laughing.

"I love you more," Craig mumbled, knowing that his attempt at faking mad is futile.

A comfortable silence enveloped them. The two smiling at one another eyes twinkling.

"...Tweek?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" Craig asked. "We haven't been in one for like months. We rarely go out and spent time together outside."

Tweek did not know that he could felt his heart melting for a couple of times within an hour, but he felt it melting again as pools of a puddle on how sweet Craig was being.

"Of course, I'll love too," he smiled brightly, almost shining on his own happiness. He hugged Craig tightly, resting his chin on his boyfriend's broad shoulder.

"You always know how to make me feel better, thank you," Tweek whispered.

Tweek already knew within himself Craig's other reason for asking him to go out on a date. It was Craig subtle way of proving him that he didn't care whatever gender he is and the photographer will still definitely date him... or maybe he was reading too much into it again. He chuckled to himself, and he let himself melt unto Craig.

"So how about Friday next week?"

"You're absolutely telling me when it is already?"

"Sure, just wear something you're comfortable. It's a surprise."

Tweek hummed, "Are we gonna stay overnight somewhere else?"

"Maybe."

"Do I need to bring a condom?" Tweek joked.

"Oh, please no. I planned to impregnate you," Craig answered sarcastically. "What? You already going to sleep with me on your first date as a girl?" Craig joked back wiggling his eyebrows.

"Maybe if you're good or the hotel is really nice," Tweek answered. "We don't want to waste the ambiance."

"Hey, Craig."

"Yes, honey?"

"You're poking me in the stomach," Tweek smirked at Craig. "You pervert," he teased.

"You're giving me plenty of visuals," Craig defended himself.

"Let's do it Friday next week," Tweek proposed at Craig, face blushing red yet again at his own offer.

"We're going to... next Friday?" Craig gulped. He ran his fingers right into his hair messing it a bit. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Tweek said in a small voice. "You better be good and book that nice hotel."

"Uhm, let also try things on my girl parts," Tweek mumbled his face going redder as second passed. He wished that he could just shut his mouth for good.

Craig chuckled, his face also beat red. He could not believe what he was hearing. Lost at words, he gently kissed Tweek on the lips, letting his actions do the talking for him.

This is going to be a long, long week. Craig had a lot of things to plan and research to do. He also needs more creative ways of distracting himself.

Author's Note: Your momma is on roll hence the update. Don't you love that fluffy chapter? lol. Anyways, I'm going to sub as a teacher for my mom this morning and it's going to suck a lot. :( Send me your regards.