The new Fiona not remembering ever being Carl looked back at her reflection and grabbed her head and pulled on her hair before falling to the ground. Puking everywhere, the new Fiona said the quote

Carl Gallagher, the notorious troublemaker from the dysfunctional family famously depicted in Shameless, had finally managed to find a girlfriend that respected him and valued him for who he was. Content and relishing this newfound feeling, he wandered through the front door of his chaotic family home, only to find the usually bustling hub of commotion ominously quiet. The only sign of life was his eldest sister, Fiona, nursing a drink at the weathered kitchen table. "Hey Fiona, are you okay?" Carl hesitantly asked, immediately aware that something was off. Fiona was known to endure stress with grace, submerging her own pain beneath the needs of the family, but today seemed different. With an ironic laugh, Fiona looked up, her eyes tired and raw from exhaustion. "No Carl. I am not okay. I'm so sick of being the oldest sibling and having to do everything for everyone, including outside our family," she confessed, the vulnerability in her expression revealing just how fractured she was. Feeling a pang of empathy for the burdens Fiona carried, Carl moved to comfort his sister, wrapping her in a warm, brotherly hug. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over him; his vision blurred, his mind spun, and an inexplicable feeling of nausea coursed through his body. He pulled back, his heart pounding with unease as he glanced down at himself, finding Fiona's clothes replacing his own. Frozen with fear, Carl rushed to the mirror, his reflection confirming the impossible: he was now Fiona Gallagher. "Fiona?" He whispered, his voice trembling. "Switch us back, please. I don't wanna be a girl, and I don't wanna be the oldest sibling." "I told you, I am done," Fiona stated coldly, a spark of malicious intent flickering in her eye. "I wanna be a kid again." She snapped her fingers, casting a final, chilling look at Carl. Pain erupted in Carl's head as his memories started to hurricane out of control; each one altering, morphing, up until they only recalled a lifetime of being Fiona. Suddenly, he was no longer Carl Gallagher, the rambunctious rebel with a soft heart; he was Fiona, the eldest sibling burdened with being the caretaker of her chaotic family. "Oh God! My head. I think I drank a little too much," the new Fiona said, as waves of nausea triggered a reaction. She helplessly hunched over, emptying her stomach across the floor, further soiling the new clothes she was wearing. As she recovered, she glanced down at the outfit, recognition and confusion intertwined as she registered the clothes as her own. The real Fiona, however, watched the spectacle with a twisted sense of satisfaction, finally free from the restraints of her previous life. Her little brother could take up her role in the messy Gallagher family, and she could live out her days as just another kid. Little did the rest of the family know of the switch that had taken the Gallagher house by storm, bringing about one of the most shameless incidents to date.