Kim Possible Porn Story: A Flipped Sitch Chapter 1

Kim Possible YWalt Disney Company 2002-2007, original characters Y
Eoraptor, fair use laws apply.
Inspired by a user-challenge on
KPslashHavenDOTnet (hint, its not JUST for slash)

A Flipped
Sitch
By Eoraptor

Kim wiggled and stirred a bit, consciousness threatening at the edges
of her slumber. It was when she tried to roll over and snuggle into
her pillow that she realized something was off. Something was laying
across her chest, and that something was roughly the size and shape
of a human arm.

The redhead opened her eyes and glanced down nervously After all,
the last thing she remembered was closing her Western Civ text book
and going to sleep, alone, in pajamas.

Her glance was met by a long, slender, but toned arm; feminine, and
cast in a gothic shade of pale with just a faint undertone of green.
It was draped rather possessively across her chest, but unmoving in
slumber.

Given that Kim knew of exactly two green women on the face of the
Earth, and one was the spokeswoman for the asparagus board in
California, this alone would have been enough to send her reeling. It
was what lay beneath the malachite arm that put her over the edge
into hyperbole, however.

Well, this is not the weirdest dream Ive ever had,
She thought idly as she rolled over beneath the arm.

And it wasnt though it couldnt be any lower on the list than
fourth, maybe third. Beneath the arm of her long time foe, she had
expected, been fully prepared to see even, a pink camisole stretched
across her bosom. So needless to say that when her eyes reported to
her brain not that, but a slightly muscular, bare and masculine chest
feathered with curly red hair, the dream state was confirmed.

Kim was just about to close her eyes when they settled on the spine
of her abandoned textbook. This tickled the back of her brain, and
sent a chill through her. Western Civilization I, Houghton
McMillian Welsh, 7th edition.

Remembering something her mother had once said about the dream state,
Kim swallowed. People couldnt read things in their dreams, because
the language center of the brain was pretty linear, and didnt work
with the subconscious. So why could she read the spine of her
textbook?

More discrepancies made themselves apparent to her somnolent brain as
this fact solidified. She could feel the warmth of the arm draped
over her, and more disturbingly, feel the hair on her body pressing
into her skin with its weight. And beneath the sheets, she was rather
certain that she and her apparent bedmate were both naked, and that
the absence of her female anatomy continued down there.

Breath quickening, Kim felt panic setting in. Nothing was making any
sense! For one, it was still night outside. Shouldnt it be morning
already? Another, more pertinent discrepancy; why the heck was Shego
in bed with her, naked?

And of course, the most pressing matter of all Why am I a
boy?!

The redhead leapt from under the sheets, comforter, and arm, and
struck a kung fu stance on the floor. Her green eyes darted wildly
about, searching for the henchmen, the gadget, the mad scientist;
anything to explain this!

In the bed, Shego stirred, and lazily opened her eyes, looking first
to the empty spot next to her, and then to the spot on the floor
where her bedmate was now standing. A sleepy, seductive grin crept
over her lips as she propped herself up on one arm, causing the sheet
to fall away a bit. Mmmmm, Prince Charming sure rebounds
fast

As her eyes swept upwards, she purred faintly, taking in the visage
of her slender, well muscled younger lover. She couldnt get enough
of this sight, and even if she were allowed to see it every day,
instead of the once-a-month occurrences she was allowed, she would
still stare longingly. It wasnt until her gaze had taken in his
entirely bare, poised form and settled on his face that she had
pause. A frown slowly settled over her face and she sat up fully,
looking around as well for whatever had spooked him.

Kem? Baby? Whats wrong? She cocked her head to the side,
listening.

No sounds of twerps in the hall, no noises of parents unexpectedly
home, no chiming kemmunicator, and no armies of henchmen that she
could here milling about outside. Just Kem, his panicked sounding
breaths, and the sheets around her rustling as she turned and slid
her feet off the bed to sit up.

Kemmie? Look, Im sorry, I know its a bad idea to fall asleep
in your room but come on, whats the matter? Her frown
intensified. It wasnt the first time she had fallen asleep in his
arms in the last few months, but no one had caught them, in fact, no
one was anywhere near them this time, and it was only the third time
so why was her forbidden lover suddenly pulling the
deer-in-the-headlights act?

She- Shego What are you doing in m- In my bed?! Kim
tightened her hands into tiger claws and if possible, the stance she
struck tensed even more as she breathed through gritted teeth, What
have you done to me?!

The green villainesss face blanched, and she suddenly felt she was
the one waking to a living nightmare. Her fears of the last six
months suddenly realized, the warm dream of her secret relationship
with Kem shattered as he seemed to come to his senses about what they
were actually doing. Her stomach roiled with a mixture of shock, hurt
betrayal, and growing anger. She should have known getting involved
with a younger man; no, a boy, was a stupid move, especially
one who knew how to work past her shields both literally and
figuratively.

A hand clawed tightly in the sheets bound around her chest, forming a
fist that rapidly increased in temperature as she glared daggers.
Well, breaking up was hard to do, and she was about to make it sure
to break him

Holy heck Im naked! Kim suddenly shrieked, as the state of
her undress registered to her conscious mind fully. She moved to
cover her breasts and lap, and only a few seconds later did it occur
to her that she had less up top to disguise and more down below.
Damn it Shego!!

The minty woman blinked, as though someone had slapped her in the
face with a rather large trout. The heat rapidly left her hand as she
boggled. Things started clicking in her mind. Kem wasnt calling
her by her name, like he always did when they were alone. And had he
just tried to cover his chest? She watched as Kem scurried
awkwardly behind his dressing screen, his olive green eyes watching
her the whole time with a bizarre expression.

Rising from the bed, she crossed to the dressing screen as well,
standing with it between them, until Kem barked out at her to back
off. She walked back to the bed, hurt, and sat down, pulling the
sheet about her. Concern replaced the previous mix of feelings as she
watched Kems feet move behind the screen, Whats wrong,
Tiger? Somethings bad in your head or something

Kim rolled her eyes at the false concern and looked around rapidly
for something to cover up with. Looking down, she spied her mission
gear. As she bent down to reach for it, she reassessed that
impression.

Not her mission gear, close, but not quite. She expected to find her
black, Kevlar laced Capris, the ones with the purple stripe up
each leg. Instead, these looked like her old cargos, except in black.
More disturbing, sitting atop them was a black nylon athletic
supporter, and a black cup with a bright green D inscribed in one
corner. She glared through a gap in the dressing screen at Shego, who
was looking in her direction, but not right at her at the moment.

Pushing off thoughts of the Shego themed undergarments with the odd
wrong letter on them, Kim managed to secure instead a pair of boxers.
Black Silk. Again she eyed her room mate, and then reluctantly pulled
them on, followed by the pants. A moments search for a bra was cut
short when she realized it was not required for the time being. She
reached for the uniform top, and again noted the differences.

Her top was a bright purple tunic with short sleeves; this was
a mans turtle neck, a darker shade of royal purple, with long
sleeves, though like her own second generation gear, it felt woven
with Kevlar and nomex, making it heavier than the thin cotton it
appeared to be. She pulled it on her altered torso and noted it was
tight, forming to her new masculine frame.

Forgoing any of the equipment, gloves, shoes, or socks for the
moment, she stepped out from behind the curtain and eyed her nemesis
and rival. Shego still sat on the bed, one of her bed sheets wrapped
loosely about her. Now Explain Shego. Why the heck am I like…
This?

The emerald eyed mercenary looked up, swallowing back her discomfort
at the rapidly degenerating situation. Kems posture was all wrong,
he had his hands fisted on his hips, instead of imperiously across
his chest as he usually did. And those hips were canted oddly to one
side, a leg held straight as if ready to strike. Shaking off that for
the moment, she frowned, shedding the sheet and walking across to her
cat suit, pulling it on without regard to undergarments.

We need to get your head checked out, baby. Come on.

Kim averted her eyes as Shego just strolled across her room, naked,
and started getting dressed. She growled low in her throat at the
audacity, and then blinked at Shegos dictate. Um I think my
mom can scan my brain thank you very much, thought thats not the
parts Im worried about.

She glanced down across her altered body, and wiggled her hips a bit,
fighting the wedgie the boxers were generating beneath her cargos.
REALLY not the parts Im worried about.

Shego snorted irritably as she snapped closed the front of her
uniform, which Kim noted, was sleeveless now, but otherwise no
different than her usual one. Yeah because youre mom would
just be thrilled to find her darling little boy got some terrible
brain injury while boffing his arch foe.

Kim had to grip the side of the dressing curtain to steady herself at
that. Her free hand rubbed the bridge of her nose and she groaned,
squeezing her eyes shut. After a moment, Okay Leaving aside the
complete wrongsickness of that little delusion, why the heck
would she even know you were here? You should have bolted already,
just like you always do when things go bad.

Shego gave another hurt look to her lover, and finally sighed.
Because I love you and I never leave your side when youre hurt,
even if Im the one who hurt you, remember? Even if it means
finally admitting to your mommy that youre screwing around with
me. Besides, Doctor D has the brain scanner part of his dream tweak
machine disassembled at our hideout right now, and hes at Mama
Lipskys for the weekend. Youre mommy have anything that
compact?

Kim had to admit that, the last part, at least, was accurate. A visit
to Middleton General would entail hours of CT and PEP scans, and of
course, trying to explain to her mother why she was suddenly a boy
and of course, why Shego was tagging along. She knew the warrior
woman didnt make idle threats and would indeed follow her there as
promised.

Grrrr Fine! But Ill kick your butt if this is another trap!
Or a trap-trap! Keeping her distance from Shego, she indicated the
bedroom door, rather than the chain link ladder she realized was now
hanging out her window. You brought a hoverpod, I imagine?

Parked out back, like always, Shego frowned at the tone of the
question, and then shot a nervous look at the ladder. Still,
supposedly no one was home for the weekend, so it shouldnt be a
huge risk to walk through Kems house.

Like always? Kim blinked and frowned. Shego stepped out
of the room, and the redhead looked around while pulling on her socks
and boots. Yeah, boots instead of her sneakers apparently. She also
sniffed for the first time, and promptly made an even more horrified
face. The bedroom smelled of scented candles which now sat
extinguished or burned out on her dresser, and there was a faint
undercurrent of something else.

She fled the room as quickly as she could and ran into Shego, who
gripped her shoulders to keep them both upright. She noted that this
altered body was slightly taller; she was almost at eye level with
the thief.

Gah, let go! She forced herself out of Shegos grasp
and scowled fiercely. Storming past the green villainess, Kim
descended into the darkened house. She checked in the darkness, as
they passed through the living room, and noted it was undisturbed, no
signs of henchmen or a fight.

Outside the house, Kim tapped her now booted foot and waited
impatiently for Shego to step out as well. Well, lets go
already Id like to get this sorted out.

Get what sorted out?! Geeze Pumpkin, what the heck is wrong?!

Lets see, I went to bed, alone, in my pajamas like three hours
ago and woke up naked, next to you. And oh, yeah When I went to
bed, I WAS A WOMAN! She threw her arms in the air in
exasperation, panting faintly. What the heck do you think
is wrong?!

Shego just stared at him in the street light. Then she
grabbed his wrist and started yanking him around the house to the
hoverpod. Inside. Now. Im not a lesbian, and I dont intend
to become one. And neither are you for that matter.

– – – – –

As they flew towards Drakkens latest mountain top lair, Shego kept
glancing at her paramour, frowning and chewing her lip. He thought he
was a girl? He was spending too much time around Stoppable and
Monique for his own good. Boy needed more male friends. But more
importantly, she needed to find out what was going on. This was not a
joke; Kems behavior was too off for it to be some ploy to dump his
larcenous girlfriend.

Once they landed, both tensely exited the pod and looked around
before entering the lair. Shego caught Kem looking around a bit more
nervously and sighed. Dont worry; little boy blue is at his
moms all weekend. Why do you think I was able to come over. I
swear we never get to spend any normal time together

Of course not. Youre my arch foe, why the heck would we spend
time together at all, Shego? Kim snorted irritably.

Shego growled deeply in her throat and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Would you stop calling me that!? I never thought I would grow to
hate that particular name, ya know.

What the heck am I supposed to call you then? the redhead
scowled as she moved deeper into the time share hideout. aside
from most wanted felon that is.

How about Debbie? It is my name you know. The one you always call
me when you dont have to pretend

Pretend? Debbie?

Gah! Yes! Debbie! Debbie Horowitz! My Name! The one that only you
and my brothers know! The one I told you to call me when were
alone because youre the only one allowed to u-, Shego blew out
an exasperated breath and rolled her shoulders, You know what,
Prince Charming, just sit down. I want you back to normal so that we
can just get back to our weekend together. And on Monday, Im going
to figure out who screwed with your head and give them the mother of
all plasma enemas.

Kim was of two minds of this. On the one hand, this was probably the
most bizarre sitch shed found herself in to date; and Shego, for
all her odd behavior, was still decidedly snarky old Shego. Why the
heck should she trust Shego, who despite being in her house again was
decidedly not pulling a Miss Go this time, to strap her to anything?

On the other hand, Shego had a point earlier. She had the equipment,
and more importantly, she could do it on the QT, giving Kim time to
figure out what was going on without alerting her friends or parents.
Maybe she could sort this out on her own, and no one would ever need
to know she had woken up with the wrong anatomy, again.

Reluctantly, the redhead moved and lay down in the dentist-style
chair. A moment later, chewing her lower lip, Shego approached,
holding a helmet that looked like a cross between Jack Henchs
Attitudinator and a food processor; which, as it turned out, was
largely what it consisted of.

All right Tiger, normal brain scan rules apply; dont move,
dont sneeze, and if you notice any tingling, burning, itching,
watery eyes, diarrhea, or flue like symptoms, well tough crap.
She rolled her eyes and swept a gloved hand raggedly through her
hair.

Kim found herself strangely comforted by the snark, and took a slow
breath, laying her head back as she heard Shego move away to some
terminal. As she heard typing and the occasional epithet against
technology, the transmuted teen heroine tried to take stock of the
few facts at her disposal.

Shego was naked, in bed, with me, and asleep. The sleeping at least
was not an act, even if the nakedness and casual attitude was.

Im suddenly possessed of male anatomy. And the wardrobe to go with
it

Shego wants to claim I have always been this way.

She told me her name. One thats way too embarrassing for her to
have made up. And claims I already knew it.

She has a new uniform.

And someone, maybe me, let her in with the fire escape ladder.

Andddddddddd thats about it. She sighed
internally. It was really not a lot at all to go on. Shed never
known Shego to go in for subterfuge or misdirection; but then again,
before New Mexico, shed have thought the same of Drakken. Kim
tried not to roll her eyes, lest she disrupt whatever scan Shego was
doing.

After what seemed like an eternity for both parties, Shego came back
and removed the scanner helmet from Kems head. She tutted and
looked from her lover to the display, and then back. I dont
claim to be any great medical mind, but the scanner says your brain
is working normally.

Well, at least something around here is Kim shied away from
the touch of Shegos hand towards her cheek and scowled. She looked
to the screen as she sat up, and scowled. While she might have
slightly more knowledge on what a normal brain scan should
look like, she too was at a loss, Its the rest of me Im
worried about, Shego.

Trying to ignore the hurt look caught in her nemesis eyes, she got
to her feet. Dont come to my house again. I never loved you,
and I dont want you around my family, got it?!

The malachite mercenary fell back into the exam chair, stunned. Kem
may just as well have thrown her off Bueno Nacho tower, again.

– – – – –

Kim climbed back up the fire escape ladder once she got back to her
house. Thankfully, her new body was in as good shape as her real one,
as confusing as that mental estimation was. So between hanging on to
the back of a bread truck and a lot of jogging, it only took her an
hour to do what the hover pod had done in fifteen minutes. Thank
goodness for locationally convenient foes.

Which unfortunately left her an hour to think about what the heck was
up with this freaky sitch.

It didnt help any, given her limited info. And since the sun was
beginning to lighten the sky as she scrambled into her bedroom, sleep
was out of the question. Shed been hoping she could go back to
sleep, and wake to find this was all a freaky dream, or at the least
she was some kind of wereboy and only changed into a male in the
light of the first quarter moon or something.

The problem was, that explanation left Shego to account for. Kim
really didnt like inflicting personal attacks on her nemesis,
limiting herself to snarky comments about fashion or dating; but she
needed space to think, and the way Shego was hovering over her, well,
that wasnt going to happen. So shed had to dredge up the most
hurtful thing she could think of to distract the emerald merc.

With a sigh, the redhead pulled in the chain link ladder and stowed
it in the box provided. Honestly, she wondered what her parents were
thinking; her bedroom was only fifteen feet from the ground She
could easily jump that distance faster than she could deploy an
emergency ladder should the house really catch fire or collapse in an
earthquake or something.

but back to matters at hand. What in the world could change
me to a boy, plus my wardrobe, and make Shego think it had always
been that way? Those seem like two random angles, even for my
villains. As Kim latched the box closed, she stood up,
stretching her back. When she did, her eyes settled on the far wall
and she blinked in consternation.

Where the heck was her Oboyz poster?

As pink sunrise gradually illuminated her window, she was confronted
by an autographed Britina poster. The infamous one of the blonde pop
star in her gemstone bikini, the one that had been the object of one
of Kims first real missions.

Kem, thanks for the save Cutie! Call me, beep me, if you want to
reach me, (heart) Britt.

Her breathing quickening, Kim spun around. Aside from the romantic
paraphernalia from whatever Shego had been up to in her bed, there
were other changes to her room. More posters switched out, so many of
them flipped from what she expected. My Little Plushies replaced by
Transfigures robots, Emilio Rabetti replaced by Danica Fitzpatrick
racing team, and others. Well, her MC Honey poster was still intact
until she read the autograph on it. It read much like the Britina
one, a vaguely alluring invite instead of the effusive thanks that
should be there.

Turning to face her disturbed bed, the teen hero found her nightstand
host to an alien entity. Where there should have been soft, care worn
Pandaroo, a G.I. Guy action figure now stood guard over her bed. And
if she remembered anything from the tweebs small collection, this one
was akin to her Pandaroo, rare, but not obscenely so.

Okay, the clothes I could buy as having been changed with me
but all my stuff? This is way too weird. Better call Wade.
Kim reached for the Kimmunicator, and frowned, stopping mid-grab.

For one thing, it wasnt the new wrist style one that came with her
new clothes. It was the older model based on a hand held video game.
That was not the unusual part though, unlike hers, it was branded. In
chromed letters across the top, it read Kemmunicator 2.

Okay okay maybe some water, some aspirin, and a breather
before Wade but first Kim made quick work of sweeping
away all the scented candles, directly into her waste basket. The bed
sheets, which she now realized were powder blue instead of rose pink,
were ripped away next, with the redhead pointedly ignoring the
evidence. That was shut out of her mind hard and fast.

Room stripped of any evidence of Shegos apparently staged liaison,
and her head spinning worse than ever, Kim made her way downstairs.
Okay, Kitchen seems normal

Indeed, in the dawn light, the fridge was still covered with the
Tweebs blueprints from MHS autoshop, the well-used coffee machine
lived in its little nook on the counter, and the recycle bin was full
of daddys newspapers, antiquated as they were. A quick glance
showed the dates to be in line with what she knew, and the headlines
not out of the ordinary.

As she drank her water and looked again at the refrigerator, however,
she frowned. The certificate which said Kim Possible was never again
allowed into the kitchens at Middleton High Home Ec now read Your
son Kember, not Your daughter Kimberly.

What the heck kind of name is Kember, anyway? Kim muttered to
herself, her resolve about this sitch only involving her rapidly
fading away.

Making her way into the living room, Kim moaned out with resignation.
The picture on the mantle showed her parents, James and Anne Possible
all right but it also showed a red haired boy a few years younger
than herself, and a pair of mosey looking brunette twin girls.
Scowling with growing dissatisfaction, Kim looked down at the
newspaper still in her hand, and gasped. On the lower half of the
front page, which had been folded underneath before, was Kem
Possible and partner stop rampaging robots under a picture of what
must be her male self, and, well it was Ron as a girl During
the whole Smartymart debacle.

Oh Boy.