Thursday: Genderbender

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Hi, guys. I'm jade_starlight and I'm still your Guest Host for one more day. *g*

For my last day, we're doing genderbenders, either changing the canon gender of at least one of your characters or including aspects of crossdressing. Want to see a female DiNozzo, or maybe you want John Sheppard in eyeliner? Now's the time. *g*

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

BSG, girl!Anders/Lee, against the wall
SG1/SGA, Cam/John, eyeliner

And remember not to post more than 3 prompts in a row. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

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Bones, girl!Jack/Angela, nude modeling

Bones, girl!Jack/Angela, nude modeling

[summerstorm.livejournal.com]

Jack didn't really come across as the kind of girl who would take her clothes off so a co-worker (close friend) could paint her naked form on a canvas meant to see the light of day — or at least the light of the office belonging to the team in charge of reviewing submissions for the art program Angela wanted to get into.

As a matter of fact, when Jack had waltzed into Angela's office at the Jeffersonian two days earlier and said, "I'll do it," Angela thought she was talking about gathering the paint samples from the victim's helmet that Angela needed.

"No, I mean," Jack said, her mouth caught halfway between a smirk and aborted laughter, "I can do that too, but I meant I'll model for you. With as few clothes as you want there to be." Angela could tell Jack was trying to make it easier on herself by pretending it was the sort of thing she did on a regular basis, and Angela smiled, pretending she believed her. "I have Thursday off, so any time during the day works for me."

Even when she was sitting on a stool next to Angela's kitchen island with just an aquamarine silk foulard — to bring out her eyes — slung around her neck and down her arm, Jack still looked like a private show. Every time Angela came close to a brush, Jack started fidgeting with the messy, ashy blond curls that were swimming over her cheeks after Angela had asked her to let her hair down.

Now Angela wasn't sure if that had been a good idea — she thought it would make Jack feel less exposed, having her hair to hide behind, but it looked kind of unnatural.

"If you need me to change something, you just have to ask," Jack said, and Angela pressed her teeth together, hating herself for having asked Jack, who was clearly into her, to do this, and suggested tying her hair up again.

Jack did, and her breasts stretched when she raised her arms, nipples visibly tightening at the inevitable movement of the silk swinging and redistributing the air over them.

"Sorry," she said, making Angela realize she'd been staring, shit, "it's kind of cold," and there was something behind the shyness that Angela perfectly identified as teasing.

Angela was torn between playing the game, which Jack was clearly hoping she would, and being overly professional, which was the only sure way they'd both get through this unscathed.

After getting down a quick sketch of Jack's face — the high cheekbones, the gorgeous nose — and shoulders, Angela let out a puff of breath and shook her head when Jack laughed at her.

"Do you even want me to paint you?" Angela asked.

"Why else would I be sitting naked in your kitchen right in front of you?" Jack asked matter-of-factly.

Angela chuckled. "I don't know," she said, faking a frown, "but it feels personal."

"You turned me down when I asked you out," Jack said.

"So plan B was exhibitionism?"

Jack looked like she was considering lying to Angela's face, but then she shrugged and said, "Yeah. Is it working?"

"You have no idea."

"Good," Jack said, rising to her feet and letting the foulard slide down her back and onto the floor, "what do you say you do some research before you turn my body into a plastic art motive? I'm sure someone out there claims you should only paint what you know."

"That's writing," Angela said, arching into Jack's hands as they picked at the buttons of Angela's cardigan, tracing the shape of her breasts over her top. "But you may have a point," she conceded, and then placed her hands on Jack's hips and leaned down to kiss her.

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X-Men, Bobby/Remy!Rogue, doing what any red-blooded, gender-swapped man would do

Doing what any red-blooded, gender-swapped man would do, X-men, Bobby/Remy!Rogue

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Follows this (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/47287.html?thread=11005879#t11005879). Hope you like! XD




They understand what's happened - Remy's still in his own body. Unconscious, Hank had told them, but likely to wake up soon. Remy's also in Rogue's body, his mind so firmly entrenched that he's covering over Rogue's own mind. He says she's scared, hiding and doesn't want to come out. Not yet.

The Professor agrees - after a long verbal chat because Remy hadn't been able to keep from throwing up his instinctive mental barriers, his control of the kinetic fuzzing Rogue's mind until not even the Professor could get in. It'll fade, anyway. Remy can already feel his seat in Rogue's mind slipping and soon she'll be up to living again and he'll gladly fade out. It feels...wrong, being in a female body.

Even more wrong when he understands that he can't touch anyone in this body - Rogue's powers are still there, even if she's taken a backseat. Oh, sure, Remy could futz something up - a brief barrier, maybe, of charged air molecules between his-her skin and everyone else. Not worth the effort, though. Not when he needs touch like he needs air and Remy curse his empathy for the millionth time in his life.

Bobby's been amazing throughout the whole thing - not many people, Remy suspects, would take kindly to some guy cluttering up their girlfriend's mind. But Bobby's always there, guiding Remy through pretty much everything.

Which is why Remy turns to Bobby - sashays up to him and grins just a little at the way Bobby's eyes go wide. He has a little fun imagining Bobby as the wolf in that cartoon with the sexy singer...and he grins a little wider when he hears Rogue's quiet giggle at that thought in the back of his-her mind. Any day now.

"Ro...Remy?" Bobby asks, and Remy grins and perches on the edge of the table.

"Je m'ennuie," he says, translating when Bobby frowns just slightly. "I'm bored, cher."

"Oh, right. Um."

Because he's a thirty-something year old man in the body of a seventeen year old girl and he's not allowed to drink or smoke or gamble. Bâtards.

Remy leans in as close as he dares, watches Bobby's throat move as the kid gulps and his breathing crawls up a notch.

"What do you want to do?" Bobby asks, and Remy smirks.

"Moi? Wanna do what any red-blooded, gen'er-swapped homme wanna do..."

Bobby looks torn, apparently between wanting to edge away and tilting his head up to kiss her-him.

Remy laughs, the sound low and too-masculine for his current body, and he-she stands up, holding out a gloved hand.

"Wanna go out and drink, 'tit," he says, and Bobby flushes just a little and glares at him-her.

Three hours later, they're back, sitting side by side on one of the infirmary beds and giggling and perhaps a little tipsy. Logan's cleaning Remy up, dabbing antiseptic over the cut on her-his lip before shaking up an icepack for him-her to hold over her-his eye. Next to them, Hank's doing the same for Bobby while the Professor and Scotty and Stormy look on.

The adults look disapproving, but Remy still has his empathy even if he's losing ground in Rogue's mind - and retreating willingly - and he's not stupid; he can see the twitch at the corner of Scott's mouth as if he wants to grin, and Logan's snickering is low and quiet in front of him-her.

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Merlin, girl!Merlin/Arthur, leather versus lace

Leather vs. lace, Merlin, girl!Merlin/Arthur

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I really hope you don't mind more evil!fic for this prompt? Although it's not really evil evil!fic so much as slightly dark-ish... *snuggles*




Arthur dresses Merlin up in finery worthy of a queen, now - no more threadworn breeches and battered shirts. Instead, he clothes her in silks and velvets and lace, watches Merlin grow used to the heavy dresses and grins as she laughs in delight when she twirls to watch the skirts flare out around her ankles, her hair loose and flowing behind her.

"Pretty," she says, letting Arthur reel her in and Merlin perches on his lap, beaming down at him. She's happier, now, than she had ever been before Arthur was crowned - the freedom to do what she wanted, to save Arthur's life how she wanted...

She's kept her old boots, though, refusing to wear the tiny, uncomfortable slippers prefered by the high-born ladies of the court and the higher servants. Arthur doesn't mind - they're used to dancing together after all, and Arthur can wheel her about the hall in his arms without ever fearing she'll step on his foot with her boots.

But, then, that's actually how he likes Merlin best - when he strips her of her dresses, lays her out naked on their bed and when Merlin opens her arms to him, her eyes wide and dark and gold with arousal and her ever-present magic. She likes to keep her boots on then - willing lets Arthur ditch the lace and the velvets and the silks but wraps her legs around his waist and digs the sharp heels of her boots into his back as he fucks into her.

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X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, Pyro wearing eyeliner

(because that would be just friggin' hot *Q*)

Clubbing and Eyeliner [Xmen, Pyro/Iceman]

[chibifukurou]

John loves clubbing.It's the most fun he can have while not breaking the law.Not to mention the fun of trying to get Bobby out his leather pants.

Bobby likes it as well, but that has more to do with the fact that he loves seeing John in eyeliner than anything else.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Shakespeare, Orlando/Rosalind-as-Ganymede or Orsino/Viola-as-Cesario, new experience

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Supernatural, girl!Sam/Dean, "See? I always knew you were a Samantha!"

Supernatural, girl!Sam/Dean, "See? I always knew you were a Samantha!"

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“See! I always knew you were a Samantha.” Dean said quiet enough for their father to not hear him in the back of the Impala. He poked Sam in the arm and laughed at his little brother's predicament. It wasn't usual for them to get involved in their father's work, but they were now. Far. Too. Involved. “You're just lucky you're not old enough to have to wear a bra.”

“Daaaaaaaaad,” Sam complained, hating the way his voice was softer now, more gentle. He punched his brother back, not even waiting for the reinforcements he'd called in. He hated being a girl. Girls had cooties. “Dean's teasing me again.”

Sam watched as their father looked at the two of them through the rear-view mirror. He rubbed his forehead and replied. “Dean, stop teasing your brother about being turned into a girl. After all, this was the same witch that turned you into a frog and Sam didn't tease you back then.”

Sam stuck his tongue out at his brother, happy his father was siding with him.

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Supernatural, Girl!Dean/Sam, Awkward

Awkward, SPN, Girl!Dean/Sam, Awkward

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

“You just…”

“Yeah…”

“But…”

“You were crying.”

“That’s not my fault Sam! It’s the hormones. I can’t freaking stop it!”

“I know alright! It’s just your this totally hot chick right now and you have those eyes and that mouth and you were crying and I couldn’t help myself!”

Dean looked at him for a moment, staring up from under long dirty blond hair with his arms crossed under perky breasts and Sam felt himself blush because what we wanted to do was push Dean back against the wall, hold him up against it and fuck him senseless.

“Sam?” Dean said, his eyes a little wider than before. “My eyes are the same and so are my lips.”

“Oh hell.” Sam sat on the bed and tried not to look at his brother-turned hot chick, because it was true and Sam didn’t need to be told that but he didn’t realize his brother would catch onto that.

“Huh.” Dean said softly. “Awkward.”

He didn’t look up when Dean approached but then Dean was standing between his knees and when Sam looked up Dean was suddenly straddling his hips, arms coming up around Sam’s neck. “I thought I was the only one.”

“Dean?”

“I know you’re going to figure a way out of this Sam, but until then, what do you say we make use of all my girly parts?”

Sam laughed into Dean’s mouth and all that awkwardness they’d been feeling? Suddenly not so awkward anymore.

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Star Trek XI, Kirk/Spock, "Captain you do realize no one will believe you are actually female?"

"Captain, you do realise no one will believe...?", Star Trek XI, Kirk/Spock - 1/2

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

First ST fic. Uhm. Heh. Oh, this can only end badly! *hides*




There was silence on the bridge as Uhura finished translating the message - all eyes on the Captain, and Kirk glared out the view-screen, jaw clenched and eyes darting about as if for inspiration while he thought.

So they needed a team put together for the retrieval, did they? Kirk grinned - perhaps a little maniacally - and pretended to ignore the slightly panicked flinches of his bridge crew.

"You know," he said, standing from his chair - his spinning, shiny, totally awesome Captain's chair - and looking over at his XO. "None of this would have happened if I'd gone down with the away team."

Spock lifted one eyebrow a mere fraction of an inch and inclined his head a precise five degrees. Kirk flicked through his mental file of all Spock-isms and decided to claim it as a win.

"Article seventeen point nine b..." Spock started, and Kirk rolled his eyes and headed for the turbo-lift. If he paid attention to every rule in the damned book, things would be a lot more boring.

"Sulu, you have the conn." Kirk grinned at the helmsman and hit the button to close the lift doors.

"Besides," Spock said, sliding neatly through into the lift with Kirk and acting like he hadn't nearly been made into a lift-sandwich. "Statistically, the chances of an away mission going awry would not have been dramatically decreased by your presence on the team.”

Kirk narrowed his eyes and looked at Spock sideways, trying to guess whether Spock was being deliberately…Spock-ish. It was entirely possible, but Kirk decided to be magnanimous and overlook possibly mutinous thoughts for the time being.

“Look, they want a woman in charge, right? Well, we’ll give ‘em one.”

“Sir –” oh, and now Spock looked ever so slightly pained. Kirk did a little mental dance of victory but outwardly just grinned at the Vulcan. Spock’s eyes narrowed just a little bit, which Kirk had translated very early in their working relationship to a full-on glare. That particular look got a lot of work during their – sometimes heated – discussions. “Captain, you do realise no one will believe you are actually female?”

“Have a little faith, Spock!” Kirk said, bringing his biggest, widest, shit-eating grin out to play. He got a twitch at the corner of Spock’s mouth for that. “I want you and Bones with me, okay? I’ll just…be a minute.”

The doors of the lift opened on the right deck, and Kirk headed to his quarters, smirking at the faint sigh he heard behind him.



Cont. below

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Claire/Adelle, Claire crossdressing for Adelle

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In all of her years, Claire had never thought about cross-dressing, let alone tried it. She knew what it was, of course, but really had not given it much thought. It didn’t directly involve her lifestyle and the subject did not play an active role in her mind. At least, not until one evening in Adelle’s office.

“Have you ever been in drag?” Adelle asked with a slight slur. They had been drinking, mixing whatever alcohol they could find to create a beverage to get their weekend started on the right foot. It was a typical Friday night in the spacious office.

Claire nearly choked on the cool liquid as she downed the rest of her glass. “What?”

“You know, dressed like a guy?”

“No.” Claire’s face grew a bright shade of red as her embarrassment. Leave it to her boss to bring up one of the very few things that could make the doctor blush.

Adelle moved a little closer, her eyes taking on a smoky hint as she studied the younger woman. “What if I promised to make it worth your while?”

Despite her best judgment, Claire was intrigued. She was curious to see exactly what Adelle had in mind as repayment. And knowing Adelle, she wouldn’t disappoint. “I’m listening.”

_ _ _

Claire finished buttoning her shirt and looked up to survey herself in the full length mirror. Dark jeans and a black button-up shirt had been the first thing to cross her mind. The only males she worked with were Topher and Boyd. Topher wore sweater vests and Claire didn’t really care for wool. Boyd wore suit jackets and she wasn’t a fan of tweed. So she resorted to going through the boxes of clothes she had saved from over the years; formal dresses that she would never wear again but the nostalgia was too strong to get rid of it, outfits handed down from her older siblings, and finally, the outfit her last boyfriend had left in her apartment. She hadn’t the strength to return it without diving back into his arms and she didn’t want him in her apartment again, so she had tucked it away. If she had known she would be wearing it to please her girlfriend, she would’ve pulled it out of the closet much sooner.

She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, fastening the band at the base of her neck. With a final glance in the mirror, Claire moved to the door and wrapped her fingers around the cool doorknob.

“Addy?” Claire called. “You ready?”

“Only for the last ten minutes.” The smile in Adelle’s voice was audible.

With a bit of nervousness that felt normal, Claire slowly opened the door. She spotted Adelle on the bed, wearing a silk robe tied loosely around her waist, and the two grinned coyly at each other.

“Nice robe,” Claire commented as she made her way to the bed.

“Nice pants.” Adelle’s lips twitched upward in a bigger smile. She raked her eyes over Claire and the surprising change of clothes. She hadn’t doubted that Claire would take the bet, but the results were surprisingly exciting.

Claire warmed under Adelle’s gaze. She stopped in front of the seated woman and reached forward to pull her up. “I’m in drag, you’re in a robe,” Claire looked down appreciatively at the thin material covering Adelle’s body. “I upheld my end of this bargain.”

Adelle licked her licked before surging forward to capture Claire’s in a fervent kiss. Her fingers went to the belt loops of the baggy jeans and she tugged them down as far as she could without breaking her contact with the doctor. She moved to the buttons of the shirt, unfastening them quickly until Claire’s firm stomach was exposed. “I never break a deal, Claire,” Adelle whispered against the shell of her ear. “Especially when it involves someone being naked in my office.”

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Molly/Micah, dressing Micah up like a girl

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Kirk/girl!Spock/Uhura, like a wet dream

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, Kirk/author's choice, Kirk falls into the "Spring of Drowned Girl" (a la Ranma)

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

There must be something cracky in my tea

Star Trek XI/NCIS, Chekov/boy!Abby, My own exchange-geek!

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Dollhouse, Claire/Adelle, Adelle crossdressing for Claire

(Thanks, anthimeriate, for putting this into my head! :P)

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

She almost didn't recognize Adelle. Really, if it wasn't for her eyes and that telling smirk, she might not have. The woman was wearing a well-pressed jet black suit, most definitely fitted for a man, as well as a simple blue tie, and her hair was well-hidden under a dark fedora. She walked over to greet Claire, and even her gait was more masculine in her flat leather dress shoes. The doctor felt under-dressed and more than a little surprised.

"Claire," she said, stopping in front of the younger woman and giving her a confident smile, "I was hoping that you would come out with me tonight."

She faltered a bit before replying, not entirely sure what to say. Her relationship with Adelle had certainly changed in the past month or so, but she hadn't expected anything more than letting off some steam in private. She certainly hadn't expected anything like this.

"I... Well, I'm really not dressed for--"

"Oh, no worries. There is plenty of time, and if it suits you, I have a dress that you could wear." Adelle motioned towards the chair, and sure enough, a blaze red silk dress was hanging over the back of it. Claire couldn't remember wearing anything like that in her life, and couldn't help but balk.

"I'm not sure I'm really suited for this type of thing at all, I've never really... Where exactly? What?"

If anything, her reluctance only seemed to please Adelle. "Dinner and the theater. You're perfectly suited for this, my dear, and the dress will look lovely on you, I promise. I've already called for another physician in case of emergencies."

She still felt very uneasy about the whole thing, never having been able to take surprises very well. But Adelle was giving her this encouraging and hopeful smile, and she had to admit that seeing the older woman dressed this way was certainly pleasing. Besides, she knew Adelle well enough to know that she wouldn't give up on this idea of hers easily.

"...Alright. But forgive me, this really isn't my element..."

Claire wasn't sure if she would have said any more, because once she had agreed Adelle took her face into her hands and gave her a surprisingly chaste but romantic kiss, pulling back to show her a smile that was purely pleased.

"Wonderful. I'll leave you alone to change, and I'll come to get you in half an hour."

And with that, she turned on her heel and left Claire to herself in her office. Despite everything, the doctor couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her face as she reached out and held the red dress up to the light. Maybe she wouldn't feel as out of place in this as she thought.

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean & girl!Sam, still the same Sam

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"You know what Dean? go to hell" Dean watched as Sam stormed to the bathroom and slammed the door closed. Dean rolled his eyes slightly.

If Dean didn't know any better his now sister was...

"Oh hell no" Dean said outloud in slight horror. Demons he could stand. His fatherr he could stand. But his brother facing pms...

He headed towards the bathroom door like he was about to face an unsuspecting vampire. He knocked on the door, "Sammy?" his voice was soft.

"Go away, Dean" Her voice responded with a slight sniffle and Dean felt his least favorite emotion- guilt.

"Listen Sammy I didn't mean it. You know me I think before I speak not going to change any time soon" He heard a snort and Dean took it as a sign he was going in the right direction, "sides boy, girl? You're still the same Sam you're just in the right body this time." The bathroom door opened and Dean's face fell soft as he saw his sister's tearstained face. He nearly pulled her into a hug when a familar name came past Sam's lips.

"Jerk"

"Bitch" Then Dean pulled Sam into a hug ignoring for this moment his no chick flicks rule.

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Leverage/X-men, Nate/girl!Eliot & Logan/girl!Remy, flirting/long hair/giggling in the corner/thieving/trouble-making/headache-inducing



*looks cute* Pretty please? ^_^

[havenward.livejournal.com]

If Logan'd thought the two were bad together as freakin' kids, he had no idea how bad things could be. He berates himself now for thinkin' then "can't get worse than this". Cos oh no. This, this is definitely worse.

"Gimme that," Logan says, pulling the bottle of whiskey away from Nate. Ain't like the man's even looking anymore. He'd just end up staring at Eliot's ass again.

Logan risks a glance over. Feels his mouth go dry because Remy is half bent over the pool table, distracting every man in the bar as she (... he, goddammit, Remy's still a man, somewhere in that bombshell body) hustles her opponent. It leaves Eliot free to pick pockets, smooth as she (... he, good Christ) pleases, occasionally flipping her long, soft hair over her shoulder to glance back at Nate.

She knows Nate's paying attention, for all Logan's never seen him turn around. The man knows how to track a mark almost as well as Logan does. Nate's shifting in his seat just a little too much, the scent of arousal rolling off him.

Eliot smirks. Draws Remy to him (her... him...) in a shadowed corner while the guy tries to line up his shot, presses against her just so as she whispers in her ear. They start giggling, low and throaty. And Remy bites her lip and winks at him, and suddenly Logan can't seem to get comfortable in his seat either.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, girl!Doctor/Donna, the Doctor's a bit rubbish at being female

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, girl!Bucky/Steve Rogers, welcome back.

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Slight twist on the prompt

"Welcome back," Steve said, glancing up from his maps and calculations. Bucky nodded curtly and made his way quickly toward their quarters. Steve figured he was off to shower and wipe away the grime from the mission. He glanced down at the maps again and realised there was blood on the ground, trailing in Bucky's wake. Worry immediately flared for his younger companion, and he leapt from his chair.

"Bucky!" he called as he threw back the curtains that led to the showers. A sharp shriek pierced the air and Steve gaped. Bucky stood under a spray of water, hands crossed over his... her chest. "What in sam hell..." Steve swore mildly. Shock was slowly registering in the back of his mind. "You're... You're a..."

"Steve!" Bucky squeaked. Squeaked. "Get out of here!" A towel hurtled in his direction. It smacked across his face and he turned quickly, returning to the tent where they slept. It was impossible. How could he not have known... He spent hours, days- hell, years- together with Bucky and... had never seen him HER naked before now...

The tent flap opened behind him and Bucky entered the tent, a towel wrapped around her, her head hanging. Water dripped from her hair and blood dripped from a slash on her arm. Steve's protective instincts kicked in hard, and he put a hand on Bucky's shoulder to make her sit so that he could dress the wound.

As he wrapped a bandage tightly around the cut, Bucky coughed. "Are you going to send me home?" she asked. Steve glanced up at her from where he knelt.

"I have to. Women aren't allowed on the front lines. I'm sure you are needed elsewhere, though." He patted the injured arm lightly and stood, hands on his hips. Bucky pursed her lips.

"Haven't I helped you every step of the way?" she asked sharply. Steve nodded hesitantly. "And haven't I been more of an asset than a liability?" Again a nod. "I've proved myself to you, dammit. You can't send me away now! Not when we're so close!"

"Such language is unbefitting of a young lady," Steve chided softly. Bucky's cheeks burst into colour. She leapt from the bed and delivered a slamming hit right to Steve's gut. He wasn't expecting it and gasped, not winded but taken by surprise. "Okay," Steve conceded, wincing. "I did deserve that. But you can't stay here, Bucky. You have to leave. Women can't fight on the front lines."

"Too late. I already have," Bucky spat. Kid had a point... "Let me stay, please. I'll be more careful. Nobody will ever know." Without her mask, her eyes were wide and pleading. Steve felt his resolve waver dangerously. The kid had done right so far...

"Okay. But the first sniff of someone sneaking around here and I'm putting you on a plane home myself," Steve warned. Bucky grinned and jumped up, looping an arm around Steve's neck and planting a kiss on the large man's cheek. Steve blushed as Bucky darted out to get dressed. Well. This could get interesting...

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DCU, girl!Piper/Trickster, If you're a gay boy and you get turned into a girl, would you be a lesbian or stuck as girl form who likes boys still?

Piper/Trickster: Perfect Excuse

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I need to make myself a Piper or a Trickster icon. *shrugs* I warn I haven't written or read either character in a while. @_@;;


Piper was gritting his teeth has Trickster kept blathering on. It was really annoying how such an amazing con artist could be such an idiot. “I mean, if you're a gay boy and you get turned into a girl, would you be a lesbian or stuck in a girl form who likes boys still?” James asked curiously as Piper sighed.

“James,” she said, “I still like men. This spell will wear off tomorrow, and I will still like men. Now could you please shut up?”

Trickster complied with no complaint, looking thoughtful, which worried Piper, a lot. “Well,” James drawled after a few minutes of silence, “you are a girl right now, and you liked guys, and I'm a guy that likes girls...”

Piper growled. “I'm just in a woman's body. I'm still a man, James,” she stated with a growl as Trickster put his hands up in defense.

“Hey, hey, I get it, but you look really pretty-”

“I'm not hearing this,” Piper interrupted, covering his face with his hands. “I'm not hearing this. You just want to have sex with me because I make a pretty girl!?”

Trickster winced. “No, but it's a pretty convenient excuse, don't ya think?” he offered which made Piper blink.

“Wait, what?” she asked in confusion. “You were waiting for an excuse?”

“Maybe,” he said innocently before grinning a grin that was decisively not innocent. “Wanna find out?”

Piper ran a hand through his hair as he stared Trickster down before getting up to outstretch a hand to Trickster. “All right, fine, but when I turn back into a man, you are not allowed to freak on me,” she demanded.

Trickster took her hand. “Of course,” he answered swiftly before getting up and putting Piper over his shoulder.

Piper yelped as Trickster carried her to the bedroom with promises of a night full of new experiences in her strange new body.

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

DCU/Star Trek XI, Starfire/Nyota Uhura, I don't get why people have a problem with our clothes, either.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Lily/James, convincing him that dresses are normal male Muggle wear

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

"But... you pulled this out of your trunk. You're not a guy," James protested, holding the cotton dress up between pinched fingers. "Why do you have something that male Muggles usually wear?"

"Because I enjoy the way it swishes," Lily replied solidly. "Just put it on and then we'll head down for dinner." James cast her a cautious glance, but when her face gave away nothing of what she was thinking, he shrugged.

"I'll be right to meet you. Just give me a second." He darted from the Common Room and up to the boy's dorm. He burst through the door and recoiled just as quickly. "GAH!" he yelled, covering his eyes with his arm. "Sirius!" he bellowed.

Sirius barked a laugh and leapt up to draw the curtains around he and Remus. A brief tussle happened behind the curtains, and Remus' head poked out.

"James, why are you carrying one of Lily's sundresses?" he asked. James glanced from the dress in his hand to his best bloke friend.

"Because Muggle men wear this sort of thing all the time?" James asked, an eyebrow cocked. Remus bit his lower lip in an effort to not giggle.

"You're going to dinner with Lily, aren't you?" he asked. James nodded warily. "Enjoy!" Remus ducked his head back in the curtains, and more gasping and groaning commenced. James gagged and rolled his eyes. He loved his friends, he really did, but any PDA when it wasn't him and Lily was completely unwarranted.

He tried to block out the sounds of Remus panting as he slipped the sundress over his head and buttoned up the back. "Silencing spell!" he yelled as he opened the door to meet Lily. "Learn it!"

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Bucky Barnes/genderbent!Clint Barton, grieving Steve's memory

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

Yeah so, I'm writing these. All three of them. Not tonight, for I am so tired that I misread the header of a Kon/Tim as ALFRED/TIM, but I will write all three of these. Because yes. Win. Awesome. *purrs at your decision to read Marvel.*

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, genderbent!Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, heckling

This is the closest I'll ever come to writing Dick/Jason

[museofspeed.livejournal.com]

Jason grinned when he saw Nightwing land a rooftop away. Dick was always good for a laugh. It was way too easy to get his shortpants in a bunch, so to speak.

Jason made his way over and--something was different. It Grayson in that costume, right? Because from behind it sure looked like a girl.

Eh, he'd figure it out quick enough. "Hey, Nightwing!" he shouted.

Nightwing turned around and... definitely a girl. But the face was definitely Dick's.

Jason couldn't help himself. He cracked up.

Dick scowled at him. "Yes, yes, hilarious." He put his hands on his hips and glared. "Are you done yet?"

"Th- think so," Jason said. Then he burst into laughter again. "M- maybe not," he gasped between laughs.

Dick just sighed and waited for Jason to pull himself together.

"Okay, okay, I'm good," Jason said, still grinning. "What happened, Dick? Or should I say... Dixie? Dinah? Lulu Belle?"

"Try Nightwing, since I'm in costume," Dick said. "It's complicated. Should wear off in about a week."

"You're stuck like this for a week?" Jason cracked up again.

"You know what? I'll just leave," Dick said. He flung himself off the roof and somersaulted over to the next one. He made the landing, though he stumbled a little. "Goddammit, I'm all off balance!"

Jason snorted more laughter and swung over. "You got no idea how much I'm enjoying this."

"You could potentially enjoy it somewhere else." Dick said. "Like I haven't already had to put up everyone else making fun of me. You really need to join in."

"Bet Harper was all over you. Who knows, probably Starfire too."

"Do you have anything useful to add? Because really, I have things I need to do."

"Just one. Smile!" Jason pulled out a camera and snapped a picture before Dick could react. Then he ran away, laughing, as Dick screamed after him.

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DCU/Marvel, Jason Todd/Kate Bishop/genderbent!Bucky Barnes, Kate tops

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Marvel Comics, Remy LeBeau (Gambit)/Jacob Gavin Jr (Courier), author's choice


Because the gender-swop is canon. XD