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"...and as always, I will see YOU...in the next video. Buh-Bye!" Mark said as waved goodbye to his audience through the camera before ending his latest let's play episode. After ending all recordings, he removed his headphones and let out a sigh of relief,

"Whew. Three episodes in one day. I am beat." He got up from his desk then walked to his kitchen to grab a can of Dr. Pepper from his refrigerator. When he returned, he checked the files of gaemplay that he recorded and found that all of them were corrupted. This made Mark's eyes go wide so he attempted to play the recordings and each time an error message popped up. The stress and his tired state changed to rage as he threw his headphones across his recording room and yelled out,

"Oh come on! This means I have nothing to upload today or tomorrow! God damn it!" Mark had set the open can of soda onto his desk, so when he slammed his hand down onto the desk, the can fell over onto his lap spilling the drink. His anger rose even more as he got up and stormed out of the room,

"Fuck it!" He yelled as he walked to his bedroom venting out his anger as much as possible. He changed into a new set of clothes then sat upon his bed holding his temples with his index fingers. He pondered how he was going to put out content for his viewers, it was already very late. Could he quickly record some random side scrollers? No people are expecting his current series. It was then he heard a knock at his front door so he gathered his thoughts and calmly moved to said door to open it and reveal a woman standing outside. The dark haired woman smiled,

"Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you but I'm moving in across from you and the movers just dumped all my boxes on the curb. Could you help me get them up here?" Being the nice guy he usually is, Mark smiled then nodded,

"Sure, just give me a moment. Need my shoes." After closing the door, his smile grew a bit bigger. He quickly ran to his room to get his shoes while making sure he looked okay. After returning to her outside the door, he closed the door behind him,

"I'm ready. Lead the way." The woman smiled then started towards the elevator,

"Great! I'm Lisa by the way." Lisa entered the elevator first and Mark followed. He leaned back against the metal wall of the elevator and smiled,

"I'm Mark. Nice to meet you." The two shook hands and Lisa replied with,

"You too, Mark." Mark observed her appearance quickly. She was about his height, had bright Caucasian skin, dark brunette hair, and a cute button nose. She wore a jean jacket, red shirt underneath, skinny jeans, and white sneakers. All Mark had was a white shirt with Tiny Box Tim on it, black sweat pants, and his shoes.

"I hope this isn't too much trouble for you. The movers were a bunch of lazy idiots." Mark scoffed at that then shook his head,

"Nah, it's fine. Always willing to help out. Plus you seem nice." Lisa smiled to Mark,

"Thanks." When they reached the lobby, the two went outside to the curb where about twenty to thirty boxes were waiting for them. Mark grabbed two then headed to the elevator,

"So you're moving in, eh? Well I hope I don't keep you up at night. I yell into a camera for a living." He chuckled which made Lisa giggle,

"It's cool. I'm a heavy sleeper. So do you yell like Sam Kinison?" Mark shook his head as the elevator started going up,

"I umm, I make let's play videos for a living. Record my reactions to video games and I tend to yell a lot." Lisa holding a box left the elevator first when they reached their floor,

"Sounds like a lot of fun!" She opened the door to her apartment then sat her box in the center of it,

"I'm a flavor creator. I make new kinds of juices and drinks for companies." Mark found that job interesting,

"Wow. Anything I would know?" Lisa thought for few seconds then asked,

"Well I just came out with Sprite Sour Cherry." Mark nodded,

"Aha! I love that one!" Lisa smiled then wrote that down in her smartphone,

"Met a happy customer." They chuckled then continued bringing boxes to her apartment. They also continued to chat about each other, Mark talked about his career on youtube and Lisa Jennings, her last name was revealed in conversation, talked about her life trying to create the perfect drink. As Mark set the last box down, he asked her,

"Any drinks you are working on now?" Lisa pondered telling him but after this last hour, she trusted him so she walked towards the fridge,

"For the past couple of years, I have been trying to create an energy drink that won't make you crash after four hours. I mean a full nine to twelve hours with energy." Mark stood there with his hands in his pockets and watched as she pulled out a green drink in a glass bottle,

"I wanted to start my own company and distribute them but all different variations of this drink went kaput. Some people crashed after one hour. This is version seven." Mark gazed at it then decided to offer,

"Mind if I give it a try? I need to do a lot tonight so maybe I can test it for you?" Lisa smiled at Mark's offer,

"Come on Mark, you already helped me with the boxes. I think you've done enough." Mark chuckled at her response then replied,

"It'll be no problem. After all, maybe this will be lucky number seven." Lisa thought about it for a bit then decided to give it to him,

"Alrighty, but only because you're so nice. But if it works, then we both celebrate this Friday at the Santa Monica pier." Mark's smile grew wider so he winked,

"Sounds like a plan. I'll let you know if it worked in the morning." Lisa pat his back,

"Great. Go get 'em Mr. YouTuber!" Mark waved then went across the hall back to his apartment. First his night began as a horrible night but the arrival of a new friend made him extremely happy. He felt the inspiration to continue making more episodes but he was tired so he opened the glass bottle and took three big chugs of the drink. Setting the bottle down on the kitchen counter he smacked his lips and let the taste linger,

"Wow! That's one of the best lime drinks I've ever had! Might have more later." He put the cap back onto the bottle then set the drink inside his own fridge. Quickly he ran to his office to clean up the mess with the Dr. Pepper. As he cleaned, his mind was only on Lisa so he did not notice that the hair on his arms and legs receded away leaving only smooth skin.

Mark sat at his desk then booted up Grim Fandango Remastered, a game he had been putting off, then sat in his chair with his headphone on his head. After beginning all recordings, he smiled at the camera and began,

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to let's play...Gr-AHHH!!!" Mark shouted as he felt a pain in his stomach. His mind first thought that it was another problem which he had just went to the hospital to a few weeks ago but immediately that theory was debunked as he felt his skin moving about. He managed to get up and make his way towards the bathroom. When he left the office, his saw his smooth arms, then a strange sensation occurred on his hands. His eyes moved and saw that his hands were getting longer but thinner as well as his finger nails. While distracted by his hands, he saw a black mass grow over his eyes but when he reached the bathroom he realized, when he looked in the mirror, that it was his hair. It had grown down to just below his shoulders and was much more luscious. That wasn't the only thing strange happening to his hair, his facial hair has completely receded as well. Mark was weak and the pain was only getting worse, so when he felt and heard his skeleton crack, he dropped to the floor in pain. Mark felt hi body get smaller in certain areas and grow quite larger in others. His grunts grew higher in pitch which made him even more nervous about what was happening.

When the pain finally smarted to subside, Mark very very slowly began to stand up. At first he was looking down where he saw that his red plaid shirt had one button missing revealing something: two mounds of flesh on his chest. His first thought was,

"Allergic reaction?" But he also said his thought so he heard his very high pitched voice so his dainty hands moved to his throat. Finally, Mark got the courage to look up at the mirror and what he saw completely horrified him that he screamed and waved his hands about. He was staring at a black haired woman in the mirror mimicking his movements so what he was seeing was HIMSELF,

"I'm a chick! I'm a chick! Wh...what?!?" Freaked out by both his appearance and voice, his hands immediately began to move across every inch of his/her body. When he came to realization that he was in fact a woman EVERYWHERE, he let out a slight whine,

"Oh boy..." Mark was somewhat frozen, staring at his new face. He had no idea what to do, plus walking was somewhat hard for him since his center of gravity was completely different. He looked down and saw his...cleavage which he couldn't believe that's what he had and being the typical guy he couldn't help but think,

"Well...I guess that's not bad." When he realized he was staring at his own breasts, he slapped himself,

"What the hell are you doing, Mark?!? You just turned into a girl! Did I just enter an anime?" He attempted to walk to his couch but mostly just stumbled because of the new center of gravity. Even sitting down with his new body felt awkward, until he tried sitting like a woman would. He felt embarrassed doing that so that god no one was watching him.

Mark's mind pondered as to what would cause this. Did someone curse him? Did he get bitten by a werewoman? Those last two thoughts made him facepalm but hey if he can change into a woman, then anything's possible. Then it came to him: the drink. Maybe Lisa's experimental lucky seven was not so lucky. But how would he tell Lisa this?

"Sorry to bother you Lisa but your lime drink made me grow boobs." She'd think he was some crazy chick. As Mark let out a sigh, another button on his shirt broke revealing more cleavage so he pulled the shirt together and held it with one hand,

"Damn it! I can't go around like this...umm..." Then his mind surmised that he needed to go to the mall just a get a few bits of clothes. Maybe this was only temporary and in the morning, he could tell Lisa as a man. So he grabbed his wallet and left the building without anyone noticing him, still walking awkwardly. The mall was not far from his building so he just walked/stumbled down the street. The awkward movement started to bother him a lot so he stopped and thought about going back. Something in his mind told him to keep going so he thought about how he saw woman walk before and reluctantly began doing the same. Putting one foot directly in front of the other with each step and swinging his hips he made his way to the Mall with a few eyes watching him, which he could feel right away.

Inside the mall, Mark found his way to the nearest women's clothing store and sought the help of some employee's who found him over a dozen things to wear. At first he hated putting this stuff on, walking out to seek the opinions of the employee, then repeating hte process but after a while, Mark started having fun with it. Instead of a couple things, Mark brought all the clothes the employee gave him to the register with a big smile on his face. When the cashier asked if he would like to start an account with their store, Mark smiled then nodded,

"Yes I would!" Next the cashier asked,

"Name?" This made him pause...he had almost forgotten that he wasn't a woman until about half an hour ago. He thought for a bit then came up with a name,

"Marcy. Marcy Fischbach." MARCY told the cashier the email address of her brother Mark's and then bought he clothes. Leaving the store, she looked for a bathroom then ran tot he closest one. Inside she changed out of her male clothes then into a pink plaid longsleeve shirt which she tied the bottom up together so that her belly would be seen, her blue skinny jeans, and black high heels. Marcy stepped out of the stall and looked at the mirror to see the new look which made her smirk,

"Hmm. Not bad...not bad at all." After leaving the restroom, she began to head towards the entrance but something stopped her. She did not have a purse, her hair wasn't all done up, and no makeup. How could she possibly leave the mall without these "essentials." So she immediately turned around and went on a shopping spree.

After a couple hours, Marcy returned to the apartment with about six bags of clothes and four bags of other things she bought. Hanging from her shoulder was a dark purple purse, her face was all done up with makeup, her lips a bright pink, and her hair was even more luscious than before. When she reached the door, she heard the sound of Lisa's door open so he turned and saw Lisa smile at her,

"Hi! I'm the new neighbor. Do you live here?" Marcy had gone the last three hours and had forgotten that one point, her name is really Mark. So she just nodded to Lisa and Lisa smiled,

"Nice to meet you. I'm Lisa." Marcy managed to speak,

"Marcy Fischbach. I'm Mark's sister. He mentioned you before he left." Lisa smiled a bit wider then asked,

"Oh yeah? Hey did the energy drink I gave him work at all?" Marcy thought about that question, she did not feel the least bit tired. In fact, she could run a marathon if she wanted to but she also looked down at her body then decided to answer with,

"I'd definitely say so." Lisa gave a fist pump,

"Yes! So great! Listen, I gotta go and do something at my office for a bit. Tell Mark I'll talk to him later and maybe you too. I could use a another girl to hang with." Marcy just nodded with a forced smile then entered her apartment and closed the door behind her,

"Good night." Marcy said before locking the door. Her smile faded away as she thought about the possibility that maybe this is permanent or at any minute she could change back into...him. This wasn't the only thing to come across her mind however, another questions was: "Do I even want to change back?" Marcy seemed genuinely baffled about what to do but then something caught her eye: Mark's Office with Grim Fandango's main menu still on the screen. A smile grew onto her face,

"I think if this is my last few hours then I might as well give Mark a hand." She then walked into the office and sat down. She restarted the recordings then spoke into the camera,

"Hello everybody, my name is Marciplier and welcome to let's play Grim Fandango Remastered..."

To Be Continued...

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"...and as always, I will see YOU...in the next video. Buh-Bye!" Mark said as waved goodbye to his audience through the camera before ending his latest let's play episode. After ending all recordings, he removed his headphones and let out a sigh of relief,

"Whew. Three episodes in one day. I am beat." He got up from his desk then walked to his kitchen to grab a can of Dr. Pepper from his refrigerator. When he returned, he checked the files of gaemplay that he recorded and found that all of them were corrupted. This made Mark's eyes go wide so he attempted to play the recordings and each time an error message popped up. The stress and his tired state changed to rage as he threw his headphones across his recording room and yelled out,

"Oh come on! This means I have nothing to upload today or tomorrow! God damn it!" Mark had set the open can of soda onto his desk, so when he slammed his hand down onto the desk, the can fell over onto his lap spilling the drink. His anger rose even more as he got up and stormed out of the room,

"Fuck it!" He yelled as he walked to his bedroom venting out his anger as much as possible. He changed into a new set of clothes then sat upon his bed holding his temples with his index fingers. He pondered how he was going to put out content for his viewers, it was already very late. Could he quickly record some random side scrollers? No people are expecting his current series. It was then he heard a knock at his front door so he gathered his thoughts and calmly moved to said door to open it and reveal a woman standing outside. The dark haired woman smiled,

"Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you but I'm moving in across from you and the movers just dumped all my boxes on the curb. Could you help me get them up here?" Being the nice guy he usually is, Mark smiled then nodded,

"Sure, just give me a moment. Need my shoes." After closing the door, his smile grew a bit bigger. He quickly ran to his room to get his shoes while making sure he looked okay. After returning to her outside the door, he closed the door behind him,

"I'm ready. Lead the way." The woman smiled then started towards the elevator,

"Great! I'm Lisa by the way." Lisa entered the elevator first and Mark followed. He leaned back against the metal wall of the elevator and smiled,

"I'm Mark. Nice to meet you." The two shook hands and Lisa replied with,

"You too, Mark." Mark observed her appearance quickly. She was about his height, had bright Caucasian skin, dark brunette hair, and a cute button nose. She wore a jean jacket, red shirt underneath, skinny jeans, and white sneakers. All Mark had was a white shirt with Tiny Box Tim on it, black sweat pants, and his shoes.

"I hope this isn't too much trouble for you. The movers were a bunch of lazy idiots." Mark scoffed at that then shook his head,

"Nah, it's fine. Always willing to help out. Plus you seem nice." Lisa smiled to Mark,

"Thanks." When they reached the lobby, the two went outside to the curb where about twenty to thirty boxes were waiting for them. Mark grabbed two then headed to the elevator,

"So you're moving in, eh? Well I hope I don't keep you up at night. I yell into a camera for a living." He chuckled which made Lisa giggle,

"It's cool. I'm a heavy sleeper. So do you yell like Sam Kinison?" Mark shook his head as the elevator started going up,

"I umm, I make let's play videos for a living. Record my reactions to video games and I tend to yell a lot." Lisa holding a box left the elevator first when they reached their floor,

"Sounds like a lot of fun!" She opened the door to her apartment then sat her box in the center of it,

"I'm a flavor creator. I make new kinds of juices and drinks for companies." Mark found that job interesting,

"Wow. Anything I would know?" Lisa thought for few seconds then asked,

"Well I just came out with Sprite Sour Cherry." Mark nodded,

"Aha! I love that one!" Lisa smiled then wrote that down in her smartphone,

"Met a happy customer." They chuckled then continued bringing boxes to her apartment. They also continued to chat about each other, Mark talked about his career on youtube and Lisa Jennings, her last name was revealed in conversation, talked about her life trying to create the perfect drink. As Mark set the last box down, he asked her,

"Any drinks you are working on now?" Lisa pondered telling him but after this last hour, she trusted him so she walked towards the fridge,

"For the past couple of years, I have been trying to create an energy drink that won't make you crash after four hours. I mean a full nine to twelve hours with energy." Mark stood there with his hands in his pockets and watched as she pulled out a green drink in a glass bottle,

"I wanted to start my own company and distribute them but all different variations of this drink went kaput. Some people crashed after one hour. This is version seven." Mark gazed at it then decided to offer,

"Mind if I give it a try? I need to do a lot tonight so maybe I can test it for you?" Lisa smiled at Mark's offer,

"Come on Mark, you already helped me with the boxes. I think you've done enough." Mark chuckled at her response then replied,

"It'll be no problem. After all, maybe this will be lucky number seven." Lisa thought about it for a bit then decided to give it to him,

"Alrighty, but only because you're so nice. But if it works, then we both celebrate this Friday at the Santa Monica pier." Mark's smile grew wider so he winked,

"Sounds like a plan. I'll let you know if it worked in the morning." Lisa pat his back,

"Great. Go get 'em Mr. YouTuber!" Mark waved then went across the hall back to his apartment. First his night began as a horrible night but the arrival of a new friend made him extremely happy. He felt the inspiration to continue making more episodes but he was tired so he opened the glass bottle and took three big chugs of the drink. Setting the bottle down on the kitchen counter he smacked his lips and let the taste linger,

"Wow! That's one of the best lime drinks I've ever had! Might have more later." He put the cap back onto the bottle then set the drink inside his own fridge. Quickly he ran to his office to clean up the mess with the Dr. Pepper. As he cleaned, his mind was only on Lisa so he did not notice that the hair on his arms and legs receded away leaving only smooth skin.

Mark sat at his desk then booted up Grim Fandango Remastered, a game he had been putting off, then sat in his chair with his headphone on his head. After beginning all recordings, he smiled at the camera and began,

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to let's play...Gr-AHHH!!!" Mark shouted as he felt a pain in his stomach. His mind first thought that it was another problem which he had just went to the hospital to a few weeks ago but immediately that theory was debunked as he felt his skin moving about. He managed to get up and make his way towards the bathroom. When he left the office, his saw his smooth arms, then a strange sensation occurred on his hands. His eyes moved and saw that his hands were getting longer but thinner as well as his finger nails. While distracted by his hands, he saw a black mass grow over his eyes but when he reached the bathroom he realized, when he looked in the mirror, that it was his hair. It had grown down to just below his shoulders and was much more luscious. That wasn't the only thing strange happening to his hair, his facial hair has completely receded as well. Mark was weak and the pain was only getting worse, so when he felt and heard his skeleton crack, he dropped to the floor in pain. Mark felt hi body get smaller in certain areas and grow quite larger in others. His grunts grew higher in pitch which made him even more nervous about what was happening.

When the pain finally smarted to subside, Mark very very slowly began to stand up. At first he was looking down where he saw that his red plaid shirt had one button missing revealing something: two mounds of flesh on his chest. His first thought was,

"Allergic reaction?" But he also said his thought so he heard his very high pitched voice so his dainty hands moved to his throat. Finally, Mark got the courage to look up at the mirror and what he saw completely horrified him that he screamed and waved his hands about. He was staring at a black haired woman in the mirror mimicking his movements so what he was seeing was HIMSELF,

"I'm a chick! I'm a chick! Wh...what?!?" Freaked out by both his appearance and voice, his hands immediately began to move across every inch of his/her body. When he came to realization that he was in fact a woman EVERYWHERE, he let out a slight whine,

"Oh boy..." Mark was somewhat frozen, staring at his new face. He had no idea what to do, plus walking was somewhat hard for him since his center of gravity was completely different. He looked down and saw his...cleavage which he couldn't believe that's what he had and being the typical guy he couldn't help but think,

"Well...I guess that's not bad." When he realized he was staring at his own breasts, he slapped himself,

"What the hell are you doing, Mark?!? You just turned into a girl! Did I just enter an anime?" He attempted to walk to his couch but mostly just stumbled because of the new center of gravity. Even sitting down with his new body felt awkward, until he tried sitting like a woman would. He felt embarrassed doing that so that god no one was watching him.

Mark's mind pondered as to what would cause this. Did someone curse him? Did he get bitten by a werewoman? Those last two thoughts made him facepalm but hey if he can change into a woman, then anything's possible. Then it came to him: the drink. Maybe Lisa's experimental lucky seven was not so lucky. But how would he tell Lisa this?

"Sorry to bother you Lisa but your lime drink made me grow boobs." She'd think he was some crazy chick. As Mark let out a sigh, another button on his shirt broke revealing more cleavage so he pulled the shirt together and held it with one hand,

"Damn it! I can't go around like this...umm..." Then his mind surmised that he needed to go to the mall just a get a few bits of clothes. Maybe this was only temporary and in the morning, he could tell Lisa as a man. So he grabbed his wallet and left the building without anyone noticing him, still walking awkwardly. The mall was not far from his building so he just walked/stumbled down the street. The awkward movement started to bother him a lot so he stopped and thought about going back. Something in his mind told him to keep going so he thought about how he saw woman walk before and reluctantly began doing the same. Putting one foot directly in front of the other with each step and swinging his hips he made his way to the Mall with a few eyes watching him, which he could feel right away.

Inside the mall, Mark found his way to the nearest women's clothing store and sought the help of some employee's who found him over a dozen things to wear. At first he hated putting this stuff on, walking out to seek the opinions of the employee, then repeating hte process but after a while, Mark started having fun with it. Instead of a couple things, Mark brought all the clothes the employee gave him to the register with a big smile on his face. When the cashier asked if he would like to start an account with their store, Mark smiled then nodded,

"Yes I would!" Next the cashier asked,

"Name?" This made him pause...he had almost forgotten that he wasn't a woman until about half an hour ago. He thought for a bit then came up with a name,

"Marcy. Marcy Fischbach." MARCY told the cashier the email address of her brother Mark's and then bought he clothes. Leaving the store, she looked for a bathroom then ran tot he closest one. Inside she changed out of her male clothes then into a pink plaid longsleeve shirt which she tied the bottom up together so that her belly would be seen, her blue skinny jeans, and black high heels. Marcy stepped out of the stall and looked at the mirror to see the new look which made her smirk,

"Hmm. Not bad...not bad at all." After leaving the restroom, she began to head towards the entrance but something stopped her. She did not have a purse, her hair wasn't all done up, and no makeup. How could she possibly leave the mall without these "essentials." So she immediately turned around and went on a shopping spree.

After a couple hours, Marcy returned to the apartment with about six bags of clothes and four bags of other things she bought. Hanging from her shoulder was a dark purple purse, her face was all done up with makeup, her lips a bright pink, and her hair was even more luscious than before. When she reached the door, she heard the sound of Lisa's door open so he turned and saw Lisa smile at her,

"Hi! I'm the new neighbor. Do you live here?" Marcy had gone the last three hours and had forgotten that one point, her name is really Mark. So she just nodded to Lisa and Lisa smiled,

"Nice to meet you. I'm Lisa." Marcy managed to speak,

"Marcy Fischbach. I'm Mark's sister. He mentioned you before he left." Lisa smiled a bit wider then asked,

"Oh yeah? Hey did the energy drink I gave him work at all?" Marcy thought about that question, she did not feel the least bit tired. In fact, she could run a marathon if she wanted to but she also looked down at her body then decided to answer with,

"I'd definitely say so." Lisa gave a fist pump,

"Yes! So great! Listen, I gotta go and do something at my office for a bit. Tell Mark I'll talk to him later and maybe you too. I could use a another girl to hang with." Marcy just nodded with a forced smile then entered her apartment and closed the door behind her,

"Good night." Marcy said before locking the door. Her smile faded away as she thought about the possibility that maybe this is permanent or at any minute she could change back into...him. This wasn't the only thing to come across her mind however, another questions was: "Do I even want to change back?" Marcy seemed genuinely baffled about what to do but then something caught her eye: Mark's Office with Grim Fandango's main menu still on the screen. A smile grew onto her face,

"I think if this is my last few hours then I might as well give Mark a hand." She then walked into the office and sat down. She restarted the recordings then spoke into the camera,

"Hello everybody, my name is Marciplier and welcome to let's play Grim Fandango Remastered..."

To Be Continued...