GENDERBENDER! (August 2013)

[Lucien DeChain]

Genderbender!

-Whoah. I can look at myself naked.-

Format:

Single/Double/Teams (Each person must fulfill the word requirement, and one person can only submit one entry.)

Reward:

+3 EXP each

Scenario:

Yep. We're doing this. Your character wakes up one day, the same person, if that person had been born the opposite gender. The degree of how masculine/feminine that character is, directly relates to the degree of how feminine/masculine the genderbent one is. (ie the more androgynous your character is, the less noticeable the changes.)

Requirements:

• 1,000 word minimum
  
• You have one day as the opposite gender. Do with it what you will. The next day they wake up back to normal.
  
• Everyone is genderbent. EVERYONE.
  
• Please, keep it site appropriate.
  
• This shouldn't have to be said, but... Have Fun!

This Monthly Event ends on Saturday, August 31st, 2013.

**As an admin note, this is NOT canon. **

[Bastille Amtrum]

(((OOC: So starting this one!!!)))
For once her breasts weren't the first place her mind went the soft glow of morning began to register in her mental specs. In fact, those usually achy disruptions seemed to be....undisruptive. Completely. Nice- perhaps she should take the chance and continue sleeping. That was till she found that her underwear felt....tight. Alright....that was weird. The fogginess of sleep land began to dissipate faster and her red eyes opened to the light. Groaning she sat up and snorted-....and paused.
Her eyes glanced down and with a gasp she- no HE stood. His eyes fell on his body with a shocked expression....which quickly changed to one of intense annoyance.
"They couldn't have made me taller while they were at it?" His voice came out rather well...deep. Not too deep for a guy, but definitely deeper than his normal female voice. Shaking his head, he went quickly to the bathroom. This might.....need some experimentation.
His weight was all different, there would be no fighting in the usual fashion- probably no fighting at all. This changed things...problematically.
"OH FUCK!"
What would the girls think!? Their mother, now a boy...oh this was horrible. - and NOT bothering to look at her husband, dashed out of the room towards theirs. Thank god they were heavy sleepers like their father. Wait, did this make Bastille their dad now? Oh he was so confused. Highly entertained, aside from the obvious problem this posed. Once in their room, he leaned over the crib carefully. They were still fast asleep. A yawn....
Bastille turned and looked at his....brother? Buck had come in yawning and leaning on his- strike that- her cane with a tuft of blonde hair scrapping her shoulder blades and blue eyes looking tired. Buck usually came to check on the girls early so that Bastille would get more sleep, since she had an insomnia thing kick in with being a new mother- father. Bastille just stared at Buck and for a while Buck didn't seem to have noticed......until he opened his mouth, but Bastille was faster. A masculine hand slammed over Bucks and he 'shhed' him quickly.
"You'll wake them!" And with that, and without checking the babies further, they left the room. Buck choked, and slid back, her new feminine legs tripping over themselves. Buck was still getting used to walking again since at times his back still wigged out. Bastille had to admit it had taken her at least 6 months to get back in sync with her leg completely, and getting pregnant hadn't helped that.
"Y-youre!? Bastille, you're a man!" He abut shrieked.
"Oh so you read the OBVIOUS memo today, bloody hell Buck- you have GOT to learn how to use the low octave on the female voice box...." Bastille rubbed his ears.
Buck just sat back against the wall, looking down her own shirt- obviously having not heard her sibling. "Oh....my....merciful mother mecrede..." the rest across his face was painful to look at, but Bastille smirked and just crossed his arms over his chest.
"Nice huh?! Welcome to the good side of the family gene pool baby bro.....you should try playing with them before you know, this wears off or whatever- if it does because really Buck we all know you need the practice." Bastille just beamed.
And dodges a well aimed slap for his face. Buck was bright red. "You infernal woman! Man! whatever! what are you going to do about your husband-....have you even checked on him?" Buck said in a grumbly fashion.
"No..." Bastille said flatly.
"Dont you think you should?" Buck raised a brow.
"No." Bastille retorted. In fact he was more keen on 'hearing' his/ possibly her reaction to this. That meant not seeing, because he really didn't want to hear Mathews commentary on his masculine form. Really in their reflection, Buck was now slightly shorter than Bastille, blonde hair and blue eyes- he was slightly smaller in the breast department as well as the hips, but he had a nice lanky form that could definitely be appreciated. As for Bastille, it was similar to her womanly form, except she had taken on the same amount of masculinity. His body was a good 5'7", with well built arms and a nice firm chest- but no six pack - thank god that would look weird on a boy as short as her. In fact he looked like a really well built teenager. His hair was still long in some parts,....he'd have to tie it back today otherwise it would look extremely weird.
His scars looked cooler on man arms.
"earth to Bastille!" Buck hissed.
"I don't think I appreciate you mastering mothers hiss so quickly...." Bastille said, looking up from examining his hands.
"Oh come off it, what are we going to do?" Buck said in her normal worried fashion. Yup, definitely same old Buck- worry wart to the max. Being around Bastille had always made him worry more.
"Well I assume the rest of the world is like us, at least this general area- HEY! You know what, I think I'll go take over some Barker territory today....maybe spy on some old peeps. MATE, what about Marcus? What do you think Marcus looks like as a girl? Hot right? Or David- thats got to be a load of good laughs! OHH AND I think I'll have to visit Delilah- imagine her as a tall dark and handsome- You know I never liked Yaoi much when Homi got me into all that anime stuff but now that I'm thinkin of it- it just got ten times more attractive of an idea. Oh Kyire probably looked adorable....littler than me cute, hrmm hrmmm"
Bastille ranted off to no one as he put his hand under his chin and beamed at all the things he could do- but first things first. Dressing!
Buck just stared. "I think I'll just go hide in my room like normal.........."
Bastille had already turned and headed down the hall back towards his room-
Buck watched after shaking her head. "You'd think she'd want to try ravaging her husband- not harassing the populace"
"my mind is a lot cleaner than you take it for Buckingham-ette, but now that you mention it- WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA" Bastille shouted from down the hall.
"Pervert" Buck shot quietly then shook her head and looked back down.....then around.....then back down and sighed. "No...no Buck don't sink to her level...."
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This was too brilliant. Too BLOODY BRILLIANT. Bastille had stolen some of Mathews spare clothing- dressing in a pair of loose jeans, a white t-shirt, and Bastilles personal bomber jacket. Putting up his hair in a pony tail and shoving on his normal shades, --- With shoving on a pair of Bucks boots, he stepped out the back door and beamed a grin.
Bouncing back and forth...He tried a slight jog first and then with a smirk- pushed off and did a flip. Landing on one knee, Bastille sighed. "We'll my muscle endurance went up but my balance is all fucking off....well whatever, I have shit to do before getting home to my wife-...." Because that was SURE to be fantastically entertaining. Mathew was still stronger than him, but that wasn't important....what should he call her? Mathew-ette, Mattel, Mathewsia, Matti? MATTI. That was it...Matty. With a Y. Bastille barked out a chuckle and headed down the street.
She'd spend the day making encounters, and then head home to spend time with her "sons"- the whole awkward scenario that proved too weird for Bastille to handle so instead he would put them to bed early and would then go to finally harass her husband.

Because he could.

Over all this day had been a highlight in Bastilles otherwise boring month. Yes, being a man was fantastic- it put the idea in her head to make this permanent. Of course that lasted maybe like....five seconds until he felt the ironic twist in fate upon getting 'too happy' with the idea of harassing Mathew.
Bastille would sigh in the hall and shake his head. "Nope. I'm done with this.....alright I'm ready for my boobs back- thanks."
Silence....

"NO SERIOUSLY, .....BOOBS....THEY'D BE GREAT!" Bastille twitched. This sucks. Once again, God stayed ever silent. Fucking brilliant.

((OOC; if you want your character to interact with Bastille in your own post thats fine,- Totally open to ideas since she did run all over Dragon, Gods, and probably Crow territory causing havoc as a male....>3))

[Kazuya Hikari]

Wake up in the in the mornin' feelin' like P- Diddy... Not in this case though. Kazuya stirred underneath his blanket, starting to wake up, Kaori still fast asleep beside him. A few minutes later, he was fully awake, and Kaori still sleeping away peacefully made his way to the bathroom. He had left the bathroom cupboard door open again, and as he reached the sink and closed it, he would nearly jump backwards into the tub in fright. No way... It couldn't be... He...

"WHAT THE HELL!? I'VE GOT BLOODY BOOBS!"

Kazuya would roar out, only to clamp both hands over his mouth, hoping he hadn't woken Kaori up. Considering the silence that ensued after his outburst, it seemed his baby daughter was still asleep, as he stared down at his... her, body in absolute disbelief. Was he dreaming? Pinching himself sending a shock wave of pain up his arm confirmed he wasn't. Wincing in pain, Kazuya ran out of his bathroom only to stop dead in his tracks as he caught a glimpse of his baby daughter still sleeping... or in this case, baby son. Kaori, or Kaoru perhaps in this case, looked exactly the same... except for the short spiky black hair poking out beneath the blanket.

Shaking his head, Kazuya, or Kazumi for now, would run out of her home, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and sandals, as she ran down the street and would slam her fists repeatedly against The Dragon Fang's door, knowing Takashi was already up and about. This was completely nuts. Last night he was a guy, the next morning, he was turned into a girl! At least he had a pretty flat chest, A-cup by the look of it, considering he spent hours exercising and training. What are boobs? She was a washboard with washboard abs. She heard loud footsteps head towards the door in between her slamming her fists, before the door was flung open as a young girl stood in front of her, looking absolutely distraught.

["K... Kazu! W... what happened to me!? What happened to you!? Why are we both girls!?"]

["... Takashi...?"]

Staring at the young girl before her, aside from the higher-pitched voice and hair length, the girl before her was indeed Takashi. This... this was just weird. But considering he wasn't the only one changed into the opposite gender, if his child and Takashi... or Takao in this case, was any indication, that meant every person he knew, had been turned into the opposite gender. Cue mass chaos.

"Oy... What's with all the yelling...?"

A disgruntled sounding female voice would speak up, as another blond girl came up from behind Takashi, looking disheveled. Both Kazuya and Takashi staring at the girl, the both of them having done a double take as they realized the girl before them was Roscoe, or Rosa for now, she would give the both of them an annoyed look, before shaking her head and staring at the both of them, fully awaken as the realization dawned on her.

"W... what the hell!? Kazuya!? Takashi!? Why the hell are the both of you girls!? And why the hell am I a girl!? What is going... Hey!"

The two of them continuing to look at Roscoe, Takao utterly bewildered and Kazumi not amused, she didn't like the look of elation on Rosa's face.

"I can look at myself naked!"

"Oh brother."

This was bloody great... And what's worse, Kazuya was supposed to meet with his troops later, though given the situation, he doubted any of them would be fit for training today, and sent a message that training was cancelled today. There wasn't much he, or anyone else could really do, given that they had no idea how to change any one of them back. Heading back to his house defeated, at the moment, Kazumi pulled on her clothes, given that she was nowhere near her older sister and even if she was, she wouldn't be able to fit her clothes, or any of the female members of The Flame Battalion. She, even though a girl, was still bigger than any of them. How about that. Wrapping the training bandages she sometimes wore for training around her chest, even though he was as flat as an ironing board, there was no denying that Kazuya looked slightly feminine.

Oh his personal training was going to go so well.

A few minutes later, Kazumi, looking rather sullen, walked down the street in the heart of Dragon Territory, clearly not happy about the case of gender-bending that occurred. From deep inside, she could hear Karyu, the dragon spirit that dwelt within him, roar heartedly with laughter at what had happened to his vessel. It appeared spirits were not affected since well... they were spirits. Kazumi wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die right now. But that wasn't going to be happening, not anytime soon. This, was messed up. But at least the day wasn't so bad... besides the fact Kazumi nearly keeled over from the pain of experiencing cramps from the you-know-what. Now she knew what Kyoko went through every 28 days. It was complete hell. But since the former female members of The Flame Battalion were there to help the young master, it wasn't that bad... Yeah. Right. It made her daily training ten times harder.

Collapsing onto her bed, Kazumi had complete sympathy for what Kyoko and every other female she knew had to go through... every day. It was no barrel of laughs, that's for sure. Crawling into bed, Kazumi fell asleep immediately, it was too real to be a dream... or was it? Kazuya shot straight up in his bed, immediately pulling his shirt off. No boobs, no blood down there... ALLELUIA! He was back to normal; he was a guy once more, thank god! He was never so happy to have a flat, muscular chest, arms, and everything else that made him a guy, including the scars he had acquired. Kazuya flopped back down in bed once more. This was one dream he didn't want to repeat...

...

What the hell was that all about!?

(OOC: Word count without BB code and this OOC note, 1029)

[Lucien DeChain]

Something was wrong.

That was the thought that woke Lucien up. The one that made him open his eyes.

It was hot outside, even at 4 a.m., and almost insufferable in the bedroom with anything more than one light sheet. Underneath the sheet, he stirred, and noticed that the thought was not unfounded. Even feeling, without even looking... He was squishy in places where he shouldn't have been. Did he have some kind of swelling? Was there tumors? Was he gaining weight at an exponential rate instead of a linear one?!

Finally, he decided to open his eyes to alleviate the threat of more creative thoughts of how he was on the brink of death. And when he did look down, what he saw...

”...... I have breasts.”

And then he heard his voice. Higher than usual, definitely. Though his voice was not particularly manly, it was still a man's voice. This was much more feminine. Almost as if he...

Hair. The back of his head was so hot! Where did all this hair sprout from?! He got out of the bed, ran to the bathroom to look at --

”Holy shit I'm a girl.” He breathed.

(OOC: Marking the point where pronouns switch gender because grammar.)

As far as girls go, she was not the most feminine. Standing around 5'6”, she was, as should have been obvious, thinner. Slight curves lined her new body, and though she was not that well endowed, it was definitely a lot more than she had been the night before. Her hair, if pin-straight, would have stretched well down to the middle of her back, but as it sat, wavy and thick, it reached the base of her shoulders.

Lucille. Or Lucy for short.

Lucy stared at herself in the mirror for a good five minutes, in between trying to slap herself in the face to wake up, running her fingers over her new curves, and flailing her arms in the air saying ”Gross.. Gross..”

She initially thought to dress herself in jeans and a white sleeveless top, but seeing as she didn't own a single bra, her new assets were showing as liabilities. Sighing, she reluctantly put on the larger-than-normal hoodie, and rolled up the cuffs of her jeans so they wouldn't be dragging on the floor. It was already too hot for such heavy clothes without the new crevices where sweat could accumulate. It grossed her out in a way that was deeper than skin.

As he exited his room, a thought occurred to her. All the guys she was attracted to... Would they like her better as a girl? It might be easier to...

Lucy decided that was the only good thing about being a girl. She really wasn't enjoying this much. But, silver linings can be found anywhere, right?

As she walked through the halls of the barracks, she came across the other members of the pack, most still sleeping. And that's when she realized that something definitely was wrong. Everyone was now the opposite gender. She didn't dare try to enter the Alpha's room (What's the feminine of Marcus? Marceline?), as she was pretty sure that wouldn't end well.

Instead, she went outside, into the sweltering August heat. Wondering where to go, Lucy decided to see how far the affected area was. Was everyone in Anaheim switched? Everyone in Long Beach?

He made his way over to the Crow's nest, to take a look around. Through the travel he went through Dragon Territory, Barker Territory.. There was a lot more women patrolling the areas where men usually were. It seemed like everyone really was affected...

Making it to the coastal barracks, Lucy ran in. To Delilah's garage first, which seemed to be deserted at first.. But then, Lucy heard a man snoring. Looking to the desk, she saw a tall, muscled man wearing a black wifebeater, with his head down on the desk in between his arms. Not wanting to disturb... Dante... She simply moved on. She had what she needed.

Absently, Lucy toyed with the thought of checking in on the eyepatched German. But, even under these circumstances, she thought it dangerous to enter “Unfettered”'s private quarters. Halting mid-step, she realized she had to run back to Anaheim in order to not miss her patrol shift! Woman or not, a Wolf had responsibility. How she had even forgotten, it was beyond Lucy.

She barely made it back to Anaheim for the 9:00 AM start. Sighing with relief, she started her long shift around the city.

In fact, this was probably the preferred situation. It kept her mind off of the fact that she had a penis yesterday, and it took up most of the day. In the bulky hoodie, not many people could tell she was a girl, and when they could, she could still turn invisible. In fact, when it was getting to be around noon, the midday sun started to beat down on her, and she decided to shed the hoodie altogether, keeping her Qi active as she patrolled. If she had been visible, her breasts would be clearly visible through the thin shirt. Yet another way that invisibility improved Lucy's life.

About 2:00, she found that even with the thin shirt, it was getting too hot. Her new curves retained heat in an uncanny way, and she soon found herself shedding her shirt, leaving herself invisibly topless. She felt like she should be feeling some sort of shame or embarrassment for being topless in public, but she didn't.

She stayed that way until the end of her shift, finding nothing in Anaheim other than the confused shrieking of the occasional resident. In fact, for some strange reason, most people just stayed inside all day. After everything, she didn't have to break stealth once. Which was just fine for her.

Coming back into the barracks around 9:00 pm, she wiped her brow. It was still sweltering hot outside, and the base was ever-so-slightly cooler. Giving herself a minute to cool down, she deactivated her Qi and walked to the kitchen, where she retrieved a tall glass of water. Drinking it, she turned around when she heard a noise like shuffling feet. And she stared.

The entirety of the Wolfpack, with switched genders, was standing there, staring at her. The girls had a slightly more prolonged and entranced stare, while the guys had more of a perplexed look. For the most part, anyways.

Lucy looked them over in their mismatched clothing. She could almost tell who was who, but if not for the familiarity she had with each of them, it would have been impossible to tell that this was the wolfpack.

And, for some reason, they kept staring at her. As she took another drink of water, she raised an eyebrow. Lowering the cup, she frowned slightly.

”What? Is there something on my face?”

(OOC: Word count without code or notes: 1138. Which is just a happy accident that it's George Lucas' favorite number. Not planned at all I swear. I had so much fun with this, I'll definitely take part in any mass thread, even though I can't receive the reward twice.)

[Rina Vade]

“Now this is…unusual.”

It had taken Rina a few moments to think of a word best fitting this situation. It was very, very unusual. When she had awoken this morning, she’d found that no longer was she a girl, but a boy. At first, she’d been so shocked, she had been unable to do anything more but gape at her reflection in the mirror that stood against the wall. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

Until Senji came bursting in.

As a girl.

“Rina! Check this out!” the now female Senji (or maybe Sanja now) began in a high-pitched voice. She stopped, blinked, and then exclaimed shrilly, “OMG, you’re a dude!” what in hells bells was going on here? This was crazy! Rina (now Ren) winced, finally coming out of (his) thoughts. He glowered at Sanja.

“Stop yelling. You’re too loud.” his voice was now very deep, and still sleep-filled. Stupid Senji…er, Sanja, always running in and making noise early in the morning.

Suddenly, there was an almost shrill scream from Mila’s bedroom.

Ren and Sanja exchanged a look before bursting into laughter at the same time. It seemed like Mila had finally woken up to see the changes. They could hear their roommate as she raced down the hall and through the kitchen. “I’m…I’m a guy!!” Mila came running in, her black hair now short and curly, and her body lanky. She portrayed the image of a high school geek. Ren gave a laugh at her (his) expression and finally got up out of bed. If they were still in high school, he wouldn’t have been one of the jocks, but he probably would have wound up pretty popular. That would be extremely annoying in his opinion. He glanced at Mila with a wry smirk.

“I guess we should call you Miles now.” he chuckled, heading for Sanja’s room to raid her closet. “Take some of my clothes.” he told the now silver-haired female from over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hall. Good thing they could switch clothes, otherwise, they’d be screwed.

Mila (Miles) followed Ren down the hallway, sputtering and flustered. “Rina…Ren…whatever! You’re okay with…with this? I mean…you don’t seem to care at all!” he exclaimed, pacing behind Ren as he searched through the closest for some decent clothes. What was wrong with him?! They had been turned into guys, and Senji was now a girl, and Ren didn’t even bat an eye!

“There’s no use flipping out over it.” Ren said.

Miles stopped and stared at Ren’s back. “What?” he blinked.

Pulling a black shirt on, Ren rolled his eyes before he turned around to face his roommate. Did he always have to flip a lid over everything that happened? Sheesh. “There’s nothing we can do about it. So why freak out over it?” for a moment, neither said anything. Ren did have a point. What use was there freaking out over this? It wouldn’t change anything. With a sigh, Miles found some clothes to wear and trudged back down the hall with Ren back to where Sanja was.

“Ack! Sen…Sanja!” Miles stumbled back quickly the moment they opened the door. She was standing in front of the mirror, completely naked.

“I’m so hot. I’d have all the boys after me if there was still a high school.” she said, grinning widely. Ren rolled his eyes and shut the door, turning to look at Miles.

This was going to be a very interesting day.

---

Okay, maybe the word interesting hadn’t been the right word. Maybe words like irritating, troublesome, difficult, complicated and annoying would have fit better. Being the opposite gender was a lot more complex than one would imagine. Miles’s friends didn’t recognize him at first, and they had also switched genders. It seemed that everyone had. It was ridiculous! At least Miles thought so. Sanja was having the time of her life and Ren…well, Ren was still the same, as a girl or as a guy. In fact, it seemed the emotions that he was beginning to show as a girl were now none-existent.

That couldn’t be good. Right?

A voice brought him out of his thoughts. “Miles! Let’s go!” Ren hollered, waving at him once before turning and walking off, Sanja right behind him. Quickly, he ran after them. Yep. Still the same Ren (Rina). He never did wait for anyone, and Sanja (Senji) still followed him around closely, now it just looked more normal; a girl following a guy instead of the other way around.

Miles laughed to himself at this. Those two were so close, and he was the one who was Sanja’s cousin. Ren had no relation to her at all. It was both a bit annoying at times and amusing. Ren always pushed people away, but Sanja was like glue. No way was he pushing her away any time soon.

“Ugh…bras are annoying.” Sanja muttered as they walked.

Ren stopped, one eye twitching. “You’re wearing one of my bras?” he asked lowly.

“Well yeah. I needed one.” she replied.

“Borrow one of your cousins! You’re related!”

“Too late! I’m wearing one of yours!”

As they escalated, as always, into a verbal argument, Miles began laughing out loud. The two stopped and looked at him. What was going on with him? Shaking his head, Miles waved away their looks. “It’s nothing. I just think it’s so funny that you two are still the same no matter what gender you are. And it’s even funnier that you two fit your new genders perfectly.” it was also a bit odd that they all seemed to have adapted to the situation extremely well. Maybe living with the opposite gender had attested to that.

“Take that back!” Sanja demanded instantly, hands coming up to rest on her hips. Ren merely rolled his eyes and snorted, looking away.

“I can’t.” Miles laughed at their reactions. “Because it’s true.”

--

By the end of the day, the trio of roommates were exhausted, hungry and very grumpy. When it was dinner time, Sanja tried her hand at cooking and failed (she burnt like literally everything), so they ordered take out and turned in early. Miles reminded himself never to let Sanja near the stove again.

As Ren shut his eyes to go to sleep, he silently wondered if this change was permanent. Would that be so bad? Staying a guy? He had to admit, it was really comical seeing Senji as a girl. Putting these thoughts aside, he finally settled in for sleep. When he awoke in the morning, Ren was not Ren anymore. Ren was back to being Rina. She looked over to the mirror against the wall and blinked at herself, going over the events of the day before in her head.

Awe, now she couldn’t have any more fun at Senji’s expense.

Word Count [not counting any codes]: 1, 137

Edit: I just realized that my word count is one word below Lucien's. o.O Thought about adding more words, but eh.

[Vespyr]

SPOILER: Click to show

music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hszFUfCU5c

The Red Meat

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In the sun's mild morning rays basked a petite androgynous girl, seated with crossed legs on the hood of a cherry red truck. Her uncombed ebony hair fell around her somewhat boyish face, tumbled over her shoulders, down her back, and splayed like the tentacles of a sea creature around her thighs. Even at only ten in the morning the warmth under her unruly mane set a tickle of sweat at the back of her neck, so Ariana worked a red bandana over her head and shoved her hair back out of the way. She waited for an unsatisfying breeze which barely brushed past; not quite warm, but not quite cool. The small girl-maybe-boy slipped down from the shining hood of the pickup and paced around to the back.

A light blue camp tent with the rain fly off was set up in the bed of the truck. Ariana clambered up to it and unzipped the tent flap with a stern look, the hardness in her cool blue eyes somewhat out of place on the calm, still-water visage. She peered into the tent for a long moment without saying anything, and then said, "GET UP."

. . .

Ariana stewed in the muggy shade of the passenger seat inside the truck and watched the other men and women around the camp packing up in preparation for the drive. A shadow passed by the open window, and a tall, mean-looking but rather attractive woman leaned onto it from outside. The tight black tank-top she wore was ripped in convenient places, showing off cleavage rather proudly, for there was a lot to show. A toothbrush hung from her grinning mouth, gleaming red eyes peering at the younger girl wordlessly while she finished scrubbing her yellowish teeth and spat onto the ground.

"Gross." mumbled Ariana, without changing her facial expression in the slightest. Caitlin chuckled huskily and sauntered away to fix up the sleek jet-black hair that fell straight over the shaved side of her skull. As soon as the toothbrush came out of her mouth, a cigarette replaced it.

. . .

Caitlin's shadow and a trail of smoke followed her as she strode through the desert camp, red eyes pacing to and fro behind her her black ray bans. The crunch of her boots in the gravelly sand was accompanied by the lighter sound of Ariana's footsteps as the younger girl caught up to her and followed in silence.

"There you are," grumbled the woman in a voice like broken china, as she approached Vespyr and Vincent in the shade behind a shelf of sandstone. "Fuckin' disappearing right before we're gonna leave, the hell is up with you?"

Vespyr leaned with her shoulders pressed against the cool wall of stone, her arms crossed, wearing a stern demeanor and dark shades. The brother turned his dark violet glare to Caitlin with a sort of scowl on his lips, but since it was almost always there she had stopped noticing it. There were a lot of things she--like everyone else under his command-- had just learned to accept about Vincent, like the fact that he wore a trench coat and scarf every day as if it were wintertime in Seattle rather than summertime in the Southwest. Nobody really understood that, but nobody asked questions, because nobody wanted to risk incurring his wrath.

"Nothing that needs your input. Get ready to go."

Caitlin scoffed and turned to leave, bumping into Ariana just behind her. Vincent kept his violet glare fixed to the red eye on the back of his loathed cousin's skull as she sauntered off, but flicked his attention to the petite girl-maybe-boy before she disappeared as well, the scowl momentarily absent from his face.

. . .

Later in the evening after the day's distance had been covered, the cars were circled up again and the camp bonfire crackled steadily as it cooked the carcasses of old wood buildings down to ashes and dust. Reflections of firelight flickered back from the hoods of the cars, all but one. A black crossover SUV lurked just beyond the reach of the light: the more private quarters of Vespyr and Vincent, who preferred to watch from a distance. A windswept tent attached to the side of the vehicle like a limpet to a rock. The door flap shifted as Vincent emerged, his pale while face the only visible part of him as his black clothes melted away into the darkness of the night. Cold violet eyes riveted into the ring of fire and he began to approach, holding a plate in his hands.

A perfect cut of beef, cooked very rare, oozed inky red onto the plate and the tantalizing scent was torturous, but Vincent walked with the plate toward the cherry red truck which Ariana was sitting in front of. Her steely eyes followed him but her doll-like face never changed even as his shadow blocked the firelight in front of her. The man glared down without a trace of emotion on his face, but the cold intensity of his eyes unnerved her on top of everything else. He didn't speak a word, but after a long moment he nodded in the direction of the black Nissan and began walking back that way. Ariana followed.

Inside the tent, they were alone. The plate of delicious meat sat ready to be eaten. At the other end of the small table, Vincent sat with his hands clasped in front of his mouth. There was calm but deliberate focus in his eyes as he watched Ariana scoot her chair carefully toward the table, nervous as always. She never let it show on her delicate, boyish face. He watched the visage across the table as if it were porcelain brought to life, perfect in every way. When her small wrists flexed as she cut into the meat carefully with the fork and knife, he watched the tendons gently rippling alongside her bones. He could wrap his hand around both her wrists completely, and break them if he wanted to. But he never touched, although he thought about all the ways he could destroy the androgynous doll each time he fed her.

Ariana glanced up. Vincent's hands remained where they were concealing the lower half of his face, but his eyes had closed and his brow lightly tensed as if deep in thought.

"What's…" she began, but cut herself off as the violet eyes opened immediately. They were piercing, suddenly intensified a thousand times their usual fearsomeness. She tensed as Vincent rose straight up from his seat, and walked around to her side with a roll of duct tape in his hand. Ariana didn't dare move, even as he strapped it over her mouth. The silver utensils dropped from her hands. Her right wrist was seized a moment later, her arm pulled straight out to her side, and a knife dragged from the beginning of her hand all the way to her shoulder. Hot, iron-rich blood poured. Vincent drank it all.

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[ooc note: because they're identical twins, if Vespyr and Vincent were to switch genders they would essentially just switch personalities.]

[Delilah A. Black]

Falling asleep at her workstation was becoming an increasing frequency. Once Oliver was fed and was tucked in and had his bedtime story, the mechanic usually went back to the garage to tinker with her little 'project'. These days, though, she was waking up earlier and going to bed later. Or not at all. Thus it was no surprise to the mechanic that she once again woke up with her face resting against the wood of the desk, a spittle pooling around her face as she slept.

With a throaty grumble (Wow, my voice is deep, I must be getting sick), she sat up and ran her hand down her face--immediately, she pulled her hand away from her face upon feeling two things wrong with the once familiar action. Firstly, there was a prickly sensation against her palm as it ran down her face, second, her palm was huge in comparison to what it usually was, and thicker.

Blue eyes cracked open and she stared down at...man-hands, with dark hair on the knuckles and everything. What even...what were those doing there? She tried lifting up her real hands to knock away the man hands, which seemed like a good idea in her sleep muddled mind. Except, no Delilah hands appeared to do her bidding; the man hands lifted up instead and flailed for a moment as confusion registered in the mechanic's mind.

The man hands were somehow attached to her body.

"What the--"

The big, meaty man-hands clapped over the prickly mouth again at the strange, deep sound issuing from it, then whipping away and flailing again at the sensation at the pokey-things on her face, which generated too much force given the VERY STRANGE INCREASE in the size of her arms and she toppled backwards and off the stool with a loud 'Oof!!'. Back olling to her feet, she used the large, meaty hands to roam over her body, which was DEFINITELY NOT HER BODY ("Where the fuck're my boobs?!"), though it did seem to match the man-hands and the prickleys and...and...

Her hands went down between her legs.Something was definetly there that had no business being there.

She/he let out a shriek that sounded all together too much like a thirteen year old boy's voice cracking. Delilah crashed through piles of in-progress works to get to the side-mirror of one of the bikes in her shop, cranking it this way and that to get a good look at her face.





Or, more accurately, his face.

"Whaaa ...oh no.. ohmyguh... Ican't... what even... "

She/he stumbled back against a pillar and took several deep gulping breaths of air, forcing him...seeeelf to calm down. It was even hard to think of he--HIMself in the masculine tense.

Okay. Think clearly. Objective thoughts. Questions. Yes, questions, good, they'll keep your mind busy.

What's your name?

"Delilah Black." said definitely not Delilah's voice.

That's too girly. We have to think of another name.

"Fuck off, I'm still Delilah," the low threatening growl was a trace bit more intimidating with the newly deep voice.

Do you really want people to associate your name with this body?

The mechanic scowled but said nothing.

Dante. Dante Black.

"Dear God, the cliche is even worse than before..."

You got a better idea, sweet-cheeks?

More silence. Delilah fumed internally.

Next question, then. Whose body is this? Yours or were you swapped out by some freaky voodoo magic?

"That shit isn't even possible."

Then let's just assume this is a really vivid dream. How to we find out whose body this is?

Delilah...DANTE looked back at the side mirror on the bike, noticing that the forked scar was present on the bridge of his/her nose, same with a minute scar under the lower lip that was almost imperceptible unless you were looking for it.

Coincidence?

The shirt came off next, the tanktop tossed casually to the side as the big meat mitts examined every inch of chiseled, bare chest and arms. All the scars in all the right places. Delilah made a high-pitched noise of despair and flapped her hands rapidly.

Okay then. Alright. So you were transformed into a man.

Next question. Is anyone else walking around with rule sixty three thrust upon them or is this just you?

Before Delilah could think of how to investigate without implicating her--HIMSELF, the door of the garage banged open...and in stepped a pretty blonde woman with wicked eyes and a smile, holding a small girl with white-blonde hair and one...opaque...

SPOILER: Click to show

OhgoditwasBirchandOliver.

Well, that answers THAT question.

Bi--Bianca smiled and let out an evil little giggle at the sight of Dante standing petrified by the bikes.

"My myyy, aren't we a handsome maaan~?"

"Shut up."

"You gettin' used to how everything works? I could show ya, if you can't figure it--"

"SHUT UP OR I SHIT YOU NOT, I WILL--"

And it was at that moment that the sleeping Olivia awoke and rubbed her eyes. The small child blinked twice, looked at Bianca, and then looked at Dante, who were busy holding their breath.

"...Daddy?" She reached out her hands towards Dante plaintively.

Sighing with relief, Delilante walked towards Birch and swept the small girl up into his arms and, holding the little girl close. Over her shoulder, Dante and Birch bantered with facial expressions before the new-found man stalked back to her..HIS ROOMS for a much needed nap.

Hoping the course of history would perhaps, feel like RESETTING ITSELF.

BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE GREAT, SERIOUSLY.

It was refreshing, though, That Oliv...ia didn't seem to notice the swap in his primary care-giver's gender, like the all important fact that 'Daddy' had no boobs. It made her curious as to what Stu would look like as a woman. Or 'Unfettered' or 'Teal'.

And was there a better excuse for taking a little time off to be with your daughter because of 'sudden medical issues'? She thought not. It was also refreshing to have a daughter to look after...so very different from her son. But she missed him, too.

When she woke up, though, everything would be back to normal. The memory would be taken, squashed, and pushed to the very back of her mind FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE.

The end.


((OOC: EXP please.))

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki (click) jolted awake at the feeling of something constricting her skin. When she noticed it was her own tank top, she peeled it off with mild difficulty. It was then when she realized her arms had buffed up significantly; for the first time in a long time, she felt awkward in her own skin. After she discarded the clothing, her head tilted in a downward angle and her face, for once, was in sync with her thoughts. Brows furrowed in confusion, pupils narrowed into thin slits, the corners of her mouth twitching into something akin to a scowl and a frown.

She whipped off the blankets and stared down at the rest of her figure. There was a white patch with blood poking through, which was just one confirmation that the body was hers. Though her lower body, with what would normally be a pair of shorts, was instead a pair of long slacks that looked a lot like something her older brother would wear. The pups and Skye were still sound asleep on the bed, which was good- she wouldn't know how they'd react to such a dramatic difference overnight.

Speaking of which, one would normally have a more extreme reaction to such a change in one's physical appearance. But Mitsuki was used to having messed up dreams that she wasn't even sure if this was a reality. And even if it was, well...there's been weird shit going on lately, like the movie theatre showing what could have been in her life as opposed to what it was now. That, and she didn't really care; boy, girl- so long as the gender didn't get in the way of her physical capabilities and her mental/emotional well-being.

She swung her legs over and off the bed before gliding over to the mirror, to which, when she saw her reflection... She slowly exhaled, eyes nearly stabbing into her own, er, his own figure. Her- or, rather, his eyes flickered from detail to detail; familiar scars that traced over the same area, same exact wounds- just a different face with a different body. Taller, by a couple inches, and still muscular though perhaps more visible, if not more cut. A male was physically born to be the protector, after all, whereas a woman was built to give birth- biologically, in the strictest sense, at least.

But despite the differences, he didn't feel different. He didn't feel any stronger, nor any weaker; didn't feel faster nor slower; still didn't feel any extreme emotions and his processing of thoughts were more or less the same.



He sighed a second time before running a hand through his hair. He was still trying to decide on what kind of a reaction he was supposed to have. His eyes were nearly lifeless as if he couldn't really believe all that was before him. He couldn't remember ever having a gender swapping dream before, and the fact that the wound still hurt from the night before...



He moved again. This time, to the closet where most of his belongings were- he sifted through the clothes and another frown crossed his lips. Why were all of his clothes men's clothes, if this was simply a happening that occurred within a couple of hours? Well whatever it was, at least the clothes were all comfortable and looked easy to maneuver in. Sweats, black jeans, boots- and there were his items, put off to the side with everything adjusted to match his physique. Great. He grabbed a black sweater and pulled it over his head before moving towards the door, slipping out quietly and with ease into the living room of the apartment. He settled himself on the couch and messed with his hair a second time, eyes staring into nothing as he began to process all that was going on.

He was not dreaming, he was fully awake. So... Now what? He never once thought about what steps he would have to take if he ever became a man simply because he didn't think it was possible; not when he didn't have a problem being a girl- which in itself entailed...

So... Now what? He leaned forward a bit and rested his elbows on his lap, his hands neatly folded together. Eyes slipping closed, his mind began to wonder about his older brother and what his reaction to the sudden gender bender change. For one, it would be more colorful; his array of vocabulary would spew out of his mouth like a hydra's vomit. Ein and Caleb wouldn't take long to convince he was Mitsuki...or was. But Reita... Reita would definitely have his suspicions. He was always a little more on the paranoid side, but for good reason. Might as well test his theory, since two of the three people were nearby.

He stood and made his way out of his apartment and into the one next door, where Ein and Caleb were currently sleeping. He wordlessly slipped in and made his way silently into one of the bedrooms. Instead of finding half German men, he found half German women. In the same room. Both were awake and looking a bit distressed...so when Mitsuki walked in, they already knew.

"You're a man!"
"You're both...female..."

He stared incredulously at them, and they at him. After that initial, obvious declaration...there were no words. Instead, all three of them layed down on the carpeted floor, heads in the center.

"...I'm taller than you two."
"I have boobs."
"You have a dick."

At this, Mitsuki cracked a smile. The two goofballs never failed to cheer him up in the past; not that he was terribly saddened at the situation. It was hardly anything worth being sad over. Displeased, maybe...but that was it. Mitsuki was normally an apathetic person by nature, after all, and he could only think of one real hinderance into being a male, but even so...

Eh. He shook his head and closed his eyes, hands coming up and smacking the two females beside him. They both yelped in pain; he wasn't sure if it was because of their feminine voice, but he felt a little sorry (but not really).

"Shut up. Let's sleep."

OOC: 1035, cool beans. There was a period of 8 days where I wrote 1 sentence each. LOL I'm so boss.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Gripping something cold and metal in her hand, the blonde looked up to see a shadow. She could feel the pull of muscle against her back, and flew with confidence, upwards, a battle cry escaping from between her lips as she soared up to battle the figure that haunted her. The glint of a sword was there, and just as her weapon clashed with the dark figure's--

Blue eyes snapped open to the world. Kyrie drew in a deep breath, face pressed against her pillow. A dream. An interesting one born of...of being stressed, she knew. With David gone, yesterday, and her resolution to tie up some loose ends, it was no small wonder she didn't have a nightmare instead of just a vivid or weird dream. Her eyes peered over the edge of the white pillow and that was when she saw...them. Large arms. Too large for her own. Her eyes widened.

'There are arms. around. me. Those are not David's arms--!'

"DA--" Her first instinctive reaction was to attack with her cry for help. She turned, twisting and flipping herself to attack whomever it was that had to be behind her, striking with a chop with the outside edge of her hand. "--VE--!"

Her voice was drowned out by the male's cry, the exact same as her own.

'Sacre dieu they are moving like mine-- It is like this person knows exact--wait wait wait! Where are my arms?! Those are my arms!?'

With the abrupt momentum, Kyrie took a tumble to the floor, trapped and wrapped in sheets.

"Agh!" She struggled with the fabric that was twisted around her 'new' body and nearly panicked more than she already was. Upon disengaging herself from the fabric, she found the material of her shirt...and shorts...much. too. tight. And so, she wriggled her way out of it, only to have the rest of this very startling revelation...well--it was saying a very cheery "HELLO!" to her. And Kyrie, in response, went bright red.

'...whatisthat?!'

No, she really didn't need to ask. It was staring her in the face, plain as day. Scrambling to her feet, she raced for the bathroom, stumbling awkwardly and trying to pull herself together as she was so much more tall than she had been before. Her body was all wrong and she began to wonder if this wasn't a second dream. The weird dream. Crashing into the door frame with a grunt, she spun and slipped into the bathroom of Mathew's house, shutting and locking the door. Breathing harshly, she reached up to pass one of her hands through her hair. Her hair was so much shorter. It seemed to have lost almost all its length and given itself to her height. Picking her gaze up, she looked up into the mirror. A male's face, unfamiliar, stared back. Blue eyes that were the same stared back. So it was her in there.

Somewhere.

Reaching out with large, manly hands, she gently touched her reflection's face, and then pulled the hand back to touch her own cheek, feeling the coarse stubble there. Shell-shocked, Kyrie turned towards the shower-tub and cranked the water on, hardly noticing her new best friend was still around.

But that changed once she stepped into the shub.

The warmth of the water caused her to twitch...and then flinch. "Dieu!"

'Dear god is this how every guy ever feels, wakes up, and lives on a daily basis?!' Red faced, she tried to ignore her body's demands, even going so far as to crank the water to cold with a gasp.

...but...

He stepped from the shower some time later, towel around his waist, all evidence of his 'best friend' gone - for now - and he looked at himself in the mirror again. He sighed and pressed his forehead against the reflective glass, just under his hand, which found the surface first.

"I suppose...I need a new name." Leaving his hand against the mirror, he stared hard at his reflection, hoping that this was only temporary. He missed his small, feminine body. He missed the way he could move, fluid and silent. Now, he felt large and awkward, and envious of David, who could move with such ease. But then, David had had his body all his life. He spent a solid few minutes, scrolling mentally through any male name that could come close. And finally sighed, giving a slow smile--a smile, he noted, that was gently bright in its whiteness. And very pleasing.

...wow, that was awwwwwwkward. Not only did he find his new self...attractive, his reaction to the image of his former body--NOPE. Just nope! But at least this body wasn't going to drive himself mad in that department. Just everywhere else.

"Kieran Eli Barrial."

Renamed and still hoping this wasn't permanent, he was on to solving his next dilemma. Clothes. Oh God, clothes! His solution practically hit him over the head. This was Mathew's house. Mathew was about the same size.

"Thank goodness!" He was starting to get a little more used to the sound of his new voice. But his thought-voice hadn't switched to this new baritone--it remained the same as it always had. An odd contrast, to be sure, but Kieran was thankful for it, nevertheless. ...now the only thing was...

...was getting the clothes without being seen.

Taking a deep breath, he winced a little, and clutched the ends of the towel tighter before opening the door. His mad dash for - and time in - the bathroom and shower hadn't been quite enough to let him gain a good grasp on the new way he had to move. His hips no longer rolled smoothly with a tiny sway. He had to walk almost entirely different, now. And it meant running was going to be tough to master once again. Bounding on ungainly legs, Kieran made it to Mathew's room, rummaged around quickly, and shot himself back to the bathroom as quickly as he could, one hand clutching the towel, the other clutching the bundle of clothing to his bare chest.

He stumbled against the door frame again - oomph! ouch! - and shut himself away once again. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, he dropped the towel as he leaned against the door, and - not looking at himself! - began to dress. Clothing distributed - and noting it was weird and a little liberating to not have to wear a bra - he looked at himself before bringing the towel up to vigorously dry his hair as well as he could before running a brush through it. The towel was slung over a rack to air dry and Kieran slowly opened the door, revealing...

He stood still and stared, wide-eyed after flicking the light in the bathroom off, like something just occurred to him. '...oh my--I left Scarlet. What is she going to think of me like this? What is anybody going to think!?'



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[Kazuya Hikari]

Alright, it's officially September 1st, so this Monthly is now closed.

EXP awarded to Bastille, Lucien, Rina, Delilah, Mitsuki, and Kyrie.

I can't award EXP to myself, so if another staff member could award it, that would be fabulous~

[Kyrie Blaze]

Reward granted for: Kazuya.

T'was a good read, everyone! Keep on the lookout for a mass thread, open to everyone!