Kyle has disturbing dreams

As Kyle ended up in a fitful slumber, he suddenly found himself sitting on an airplane, clouds rushing past the window outside. Looking next to him, he saw Sam, sitting with headphones on, concentrating deeply on his laptop. Looking back towards himself, Kyle looked down, expecting to see tanned, smooth legs that ended in pretty, pedicured toes, but instead saw a pair of board shorts and sneakers. And his legs? Hairy.

Kyle brought his hand to his mouth in surprise, quickly turning his hands over to see that his nails were short and dirty, and not long and polished.

"Oh my god! It was all a dream!" Kyle exclaimed, causing some other passengers to turn and give him a weird look.

Kyle ignored that though, and quickly pushed past Sam and rushed to the nearest bathroom. Gazing into the mirror, Kyle smiled as he saw his own face, free of makeup and styled hair and earrings, back to the way it was supposed to be. How it was before he ended up in MARCI's house of horrors.

But was MARCI even real? After all, this was the plane that had delivered them to Uncle Mark's in the first place and if he was back there... Maybe there was no MARCI, no Darla, Melissa or Robin, certainly not a Greg or a carnival where Kyle had kissed another boy! Kyle punched the air in glee as he was shocked back to reality by a knock on the door.

"Sorry!" Kyle shouted. "I'll be right out!"

Kyle quickly vacated the bathroom and started to walk back to the seat, intending to do things right this time, but turbulence struck at an inopportune time and he fell to the ground.

"Excuse me, Miss? Are you okay?" a voice asked.

Kyle looked up and saw Greg standing over him.

"What did you call me?!" Kyle demanded, but then blinked and saw that it wasn't Greg, just a male flight attendant who'd been passing down the aisle.

"Kylie, are you all right?" the flight attendant asked.

"How did you..." Kyle started.

"Your brother told me your situation, I think it's very brave of you and you're a very pretty girl." the flight attendant said.

Kyle looked up to see Sam watching from the seat, snickering. That's right, the prank where one of the brothers had told everyone on the plane that the other was a pre-op transgender woman... Kyle remembered that...

"But wait... didn't *I* tell everyone that *Sam* was transgender?" Kyle wondered. “Not the other way around…”

Suddenly, his vision went screwy and as he reached a hand to steady himself on an armrest he spotted a dainty and feminine hand, manicured and adorned with a few rings.

“No!” Kyle screamed.

“Don’t worry, Kylie! We’ll make sure you look your best for that party!” Darla said, having taken the place of the flight attendant.

“Stay away from me!” Kyle stood up and rushed away, as fast as he could on the stripper heels.

As he looked down he saw that he was in the club dress that the girls had bought for him a few days earlier and no doubt his hair and makeup reflected the outfit as well. Feeling ****, Kyle rushed towards the emergency exit and tried to pry it open, but the moment that the door opened and air rushed towards him, Kyle heard a beeping noise, and then felt his body being jostled as from outside the plane, MARCI’s arms, now looking more like hellish, Giger-esque tendrils, grabbed him.

Startling him awake, Kyle found that it had just been a dream. Or at least most of it had, as the arms were indeed grabbing him, although they weren’t as horrifying as they’d been in the dream.