I think I'm doing these too fast, so I'll try to slow down, but here's chapter 2. Thanks for the reviews. Heres a cookie for everyone who reviewed.

It had been a week since the incident that had changed Alec had occurred. Isabelle had dragged Alec along one time when she'd gone shopping for herself, conning Alec into getting a few things for herself, which had promptly been thrown in the back of her cupboard. Also, she had been forced to steal some of Isabelle's hair ties. Who knew long hair could be so annoying.

She couldn't complain about it to Jace, who still found her new gender funny. She was just glad that Jace had taken to meeting with Clary outside the Institute lately, so there would be no meetings between them. Alec wasn't sure how Jace would be able to restrain himself in front of Clary.

Alec pushed the door open and made her way to the library. Jace would probably be there, but Alec wouldn't care if he wasn't. He stepped through the door and wound through the corridors of books when she heard the door open.

She moved to the end of the row she was in and looked at the doorway, where two figures stood. Jace was one of them, who Alec didn't mind seeing there, but his company stopped Alec dead. Why did Jace have to bring Clary to the library the one time Alec had been there all week? Alec ducked back into the corridor, but Clary had seen her.

"Izzy?" Of course. Who else would Clary think Alec was? No one else in the institute looked as similar to Isabelle as Alec did now. Jace seemed to catch on immediately to the fact that it was Alec, but knew it was too late to drag Clary out of the library now. Maybe, if Alec just ignored them, they'd leave her alone.

No sooner, though, than Alec had turned her back on the end of the corridor did Clary reach the corridor. By the Angel, that girl was fast. The first thing she said was, "You're not Isabelle. Who are you?"

Alec was, on one hand, glad that Jace hadn't said anything to Clary. It was her business to tell people, but still, she didn't want to have to explain anything she only half understood herself. Alec hadn't even told her parents, pushing it on to Isabelle, who dealt with it.

"Clary," said Jace. "This is, well, this is Alec." Alec sighed. She'd have to stop getting people to tell others about what happened. It was her job.

"Since when was Alec a girl," asked Clary.

"Well-" Jace started before Alec interrupted him.

"No one knows what happened," said Alec before Jace could. She was sick of Jace telling what was hers to tell. "Maybe some warlock has a grudge on me or something." She shrugged. This was why she hadn't been the one to tell her parents. It felt so weird.

"It's not permanent, right," asked Clary. She was taking it surprisingly well. Probably because she hadn't known Alec for years before it had happened.

"We don't know," interjected Jace, ignoring Alec's glares. "It could be permanent."

"Even if it is, I'm still not wearing girl clothes," said Alec. It was true. She was still wearing some of her old clothes, which now seemed a size or two too big.

"Who else knows," asked Clary.

"Just my parents, Iz and you two," said Alec.

"You haven't told the Clave yet?"

"We still don't know if it's permanent or not," pointed out Jace.

"But still, they'd want to know."

"Clary, just drop it. They'll know when they need to," said Alec. She glared at Clary for a moment before walking past the two and leaving. She made her way to her room and collapsed on the bed.

It took her a moment before she saw the item on her bedside table with a note attached to it. Not glancing at the object, she read the note first. Thought you might need at least one of these if this goes for too long. Don't you dare throw it in your cupboard with the rest of those clothes (Yes, I know what you did with them). Isabelle XOXO

Alec then risked a glance at the object still on the bedside table. "By the Angel," Alec muttered, grabbing the bra- seriously? A bra?- and doing exactly what Isabelle had said not to do, throwing it into the cupboard.

Alec left her room, unable to just sit around and do nothing. She headed for the bathroom, taking a change of clothes with her. She quickly stripped and hopped into the shower. She'd gotten over the odd feeling of showering with her new body, but wasn't used to it.

After about half an hour, she got out, reaching for the towel and going to get changed into her clothes. There was a tight black shirt that clearly wasn't what she had chosen, along with a mini skirt and the stupid bra. It was topped with a note. I've stolen all your old clothes, so either wear the clothes I got you or walk around the Institute naked. Your choice. Isabelle.

Alec hesitantly got into the clothes. If Jace saw her in these, she swore she'd die of embarrassment. But it would have to do until she could find where Isabelle had hidden her clothes.

Outside the bathroom, Isabelle stood. Alec glared at her, trying futilely to make the skirt at least reach her mid thighs. How Isabelle could wear things like this all the time, she had no idea. "You know how much I hate you, right," grumbled Alec.

"Oh, stop being such a drama queen," teased Isabelle. "You know, you can't just go around not brushing your hair like you did when it was short." She seemed to conjure up a hair brush from nowhere.

"No. Don't you dare come near me with that thing," said Alec, backing away from her sister, who jumped at her and began pulling free the knots and what felt like half of Alec's hair with it.

It took her only a few minutes of brushing before Isabelle was done. Alec was rubbing her head painfully, feeling like she had several bald spots now. She ran her fingers through the hair before meeting something that felt like a hard piece of metal.

She began pulling out the object which was revealed to be a bobby pin when Isabelle smacked her hand away. "Don't touch the pins," she snapped.

"I feel like a girl," Alec grumbled.

"In case you don't remember, you are at the moment," said Isabelle pointedly. "Swear you won't go looking for your old clothes and I'll let you go."

"Iz-"

"Swear."

"But, my clothes-"

"Alec, you can either swear or I'll burn them."

"Fine. I won't go looking for my clothes," Alec grumbled.

"Good. Now you are free to go," Isabelle said, turning away from Alec and disappearing down the hallway. Alec decided to go hide out in her room until she needed to leave for dinner.

Time seemed to pass slower than normal, but Alec left her room when it was dark outside her window. She walked slowly through the halls, not seeing anyone, thankfully. It was at the door to the dining area did she stop for a moment before entering.

She ignored the stares from her family, taking her usual seat beside Jace. "Decided to give girl clothes a go," said Jace quietly into her ear.

"I woulden't be doing this if I had a choice," she muttered back, shooting Isabelle a glare over the table, who smirked.

Jace, who noticed Alec's look at Isabelle said, "Blackmail?"

"She took all my clothes except the ones she bought," she muttered darkly, fidgeting slightly. How Isabelle could bear to where a bra all day was a mystery.

"Tough luck," said Jace before turning back to his food. Dinner was incredibly awkward for Alec, who kept fidgeting every time the skirt moved up her thigh slightly. She was half finished her food before dismissing herself from the table and hurrying to her room. Not even bothering to change out of her clothes, she collapsed onto her bed and slept.