After David is caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, his entire life changes in ways he never could have expected. This is a fan fiction taking place in the Whateley Universe.

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I stared into the bathroom mirror with a cold knot in my stomach. I wasn’t surprised by what I was seeing since I’d been expecting it, ever since yesterday morning when I’d realized that I was turning into a girl. And all day yesterday, my body had slowly continued to change, especially when I’d healed from all the bruising I’d received at the warehouse. By the time I went to bed last night, the swellings on my chest had grown into B cups.

“This is crazy,” I whispered, grabbing the two mounds on my chest which had grown into C cup size overnight.

Then with a gulp, I reached between my legs, finding no sign of my normal equipment there. Little David was gone and there was a slit in his place. Every inch of my body now looked female, though I was somehow sure that my changes weren’t completely finished just yet. They were close, but some odd sensations from inside my guts convinced me that my internal plumbing was still being hooked up. However, at the rate I’d been changing, even those final details would probably be complete within a few hours.

In spite of wanting to scream or cry, I tried remaining calm and looked into the mirror again, silently telling myself that I was going to have to get used to this reflection. If Jackie and Emily were correct, and I had no reason to believe they weren’t, there was no way to reverse this. According to them, you just couldn’t fight your BIT.

The face that stared back from the mirror was definitely that of a girl, a very beautiful girl at that. Of course, her golden eyes gave her a somewhat exotic appearance as well. There was also something oddly familiar about her, though I couldn’t quite place why. What I did know was that I didn’t have even the faintest resemblance to the way I used to look, as if every last trace of my old face and body had been erased.

I ran a hand through my hair, which was now deep red and went down to the middle of my back. I still had that lock of golden blonde hair growing from the front, which along with my eye color, helped to make me appear exotic and exciting. Of course, with my new body, I didn’t really need the help. I had an absolutely killer body with great muscle tone that was better than I’d had as a guy. As a guy, I’d been pretty plain looking, but now…

“If I’m stuck as a girl,” I told myself with a forced smile, “at least I’m a hot one.”

Of course, I didn’t want to be a girl at all, but at least being a good looking one seemed to mollify my ego a little. I could only imagine how much worse I’d feel if I’d changed from being a guy into an ugly girl. A large part of me still wanted to either lash out in anger or just curl up and start crying again, but I was keeping that part in check for the moment.

I turned away from the mirror with a shake of my head, thinking about yesterday and how my emotions had been bouncing around like a yo-yo. I’d freaked out about turning into a girl, got excited about having super powers, got depressed about the possibility of never seeing my family again, and I’d even been giddy at spending some much time with a hot babe like Jackie. After yesterday’s emotional roller coaster ride, it was no wonder I was able to stay calm this morning. I was just too tired to do it again.

A few minutes later, I was looking over some of the clothes that Jackie and Emily had provided me yesterday afternoon. Between the two of them, they’d scraped through their closets for a few things that would fit my changing body, and which I might actually be willing to wear. Fortunately, neither of them had provided me with anything too girlie. After careful consideration of my very limited options, I settled for a simple pair of pants and a T-shirt.

When I went into the living room, I found Jackie and Emily were both there, already dressed and watching the news on TV. I stood there and watched for a moment, seeing that the news anchor was doing a story about a super villain named Doctor Diabolik, who had apparently just launched some kind of raid against Toronto.

“Are you looking for employment opportunities?” I asked Jackie, trying to keep my tone light and joking rather than accusatory.

“Not at the moment,” Jackie responded in a casual tone. “I have occasionally done some mercenary work, but not for anyone like that. I have a strict policy of not working for either crazed killers or anyone with too much ambition, like Diabolik. Sure, I’ll help rob a museum or keep a super hero group distracted, but leave me out of any world conquest stuff. It’s much safer that way.”

“Oh yes,” Emily added in a wry tone. “Jackie is very responsible in her illegal activities.”

“Bite me,” Jackie responded, sticking her tongue out at Emily.

Emily just smirked and asked, “Is that an invitation?”

The two of them giggled like teenage girls and then kissed each other. I wasn’t sure I should look away in embarrassment or continue watching. After all, it wasn’t every day that a guy got a chance to watch a couple hot lesbians making out.

Once they’d settled down, Jackie looked me over and carefully said, “You’re looking very nice…”

She was obviously being nice and trying not to offend me at the same time. I would have liked to deny it, but it would only have been false modesty to say I wasn’t. The idea of being a hot looking girl still sort of freaked me out, though I tried not to show it and only smiled faintly.

Emily was watching me with a strange look, one that I’d seen from her several times yesterday. She finally turned to Jackie and demanded, “You really don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?” Jackie asked.

“I’d almost think you were blonde,” Emily muttered as she got up and left the living room. She came back a minute later with a photo album, then removed a picture and silently handed it to Jackie.

Jackie’s eyes went wide and blurted out, “No way…” She snapped around to stare at me with a strange expression, then gasped, “Impossible… How did I not…?”

“What?” I demanded suspiciously, suddenly feeling very self-conscious and worried about the way they were both staring at me.

Without saying another word, I grabbed the picture out of Jackie’s hands so I could see what it was that made her stare at me like that. It was a picture of two teenage girls, about the same age as me. The girl on the right side of the picture was wearing a leather jacket and had short and spikey green hair. However, it was the girl on the left hand side of the picture that immediately caught my attention. She was definitely the taller of the two, and she also happened to be the same girl I’d just been staring at in the mirror.

“What the…?” I started in confusion, staring at the girl in the picture more closely.

The girl in the mirror looked almost exactly the same as I now did, though she was missing the golden streak in her red hair and had green eyes instead of gold. But other than those small details, we appeared to be identical. Without the distraction of my odd eye color and the blonde lock, I suddenly realized why this girl seemed so familiar. I stared at Jackie in confusion.

“”She looks almost exactly like you did when you were her age,” Emily told Jackie.

“How in the world did I miss that?” Jackie exclaimed, still staring at me with a look of disbelief.

“What did you do to me?” I demanded, feeling confused and worried again.

“Why do you keep asking me that?” Jackie responded with a shake of her head. “I didn’t have anything to do with you looking like that…or at least I don’t think I did.”

Emily adjusted her glasses and stared at me with a thoughtful look. “Yesterday, I thought you looked extremely familiar, but now that you’ve finished changing, I could see why.” She looked at Jackie and added, “You’ve probably never seen yourself from this perspective so it’s no wonder you wouldn’t recognize your own reflection. She looks like a younger version of you.”

“How is that…?” Jackie started, then paused. “Shape shifting…” She grinned at me and explained, “If you’re a shape shifter, you might be able to change back to your old look.”

“Really?” I asked with an intense sense of hope and relief. “How do I do that?”

“I don’t have a clue,” she admitted.

“You never did,” Emily added with a faint smirk, only to get a mock glare from Jackie.

“First you have my powers,” Jackie told me with an amused expression. “Now you’ve got my look. I guess they say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

I rolled my eyes at that, feeling almost giddy at the idea of being able to change back to normal. I just hoped I wouldn’t have to give up these powers when I did because I was just starting to enjoy them.

“What now?” I asked eagerly. “I mean, how do I figure out how to change back?”

“Power testing, to start with,” Emily pointed out thoughtfully. “The first thing we have to do is find out if you really are a shape shifter, or if this is something else.”

“More bumper cars?” I asked Jackie with a grin.

“Nope,” she responded with a grin of her own. “Real power testing. I’ve already got an appointment for you later today. But for now, we need to focus on something even more important. Breakfast.”

I just grinned at that, nearly drooling in anticipation of breakfast. I was eager to get to the power testing appointment and find out more about my mutant abilities, especially if I was a shape shifter and would be able to change back to normal. However, I was also very hungry and felt like I could eat a horse. After I’d nearly been able to keep up with Jackie during lunch and dinner yesterday, that might not be much of an exaggeration.

“I’ll cook,” I volunteered, knowing that neither Jackie or Emily were particularly good cooks.

“You know how to cook?” Jackie asked me skeptically. “Okay, prove it.”

I went to the kitchen and the first thing I did was pour myself a cup of coffee with some cream, then I looked through the fridge and cupboards. I quickly found an electric skillet and two electric griddles and plugged them in on the counter, then I got out a few pans and the ingredients I needed. Emily and Jackie both stood back, watching me curiously, probably wondering how badly the food would taste. I just grinned and continued with my preparations the way Dad and Henri had taught me at the diner.

Though I wanted to make some fancy French toast and impress them, they didn’t have any good quality bread in the kitchen, nor was I patient enough at the moment. I was feeling ravenous, which I’d been told was probably a combination of being an energizer and my body needing all the extra energy for the healing and physical changes. I wanted food NOW. Still, I was somehow able to control myself.

Jackie and Emily had definitely stocked up on eggs and bacon, which was good because I pulled out three cartons of eggs and went to work. I cooked the bacon in the electric skillet while I used both griddles to do the eggs and a couple pans on the stove as well. I could have just made a big mass of scrambled eggs, and I was doing that in one of the pans, but that would have been too easy. So in addition to the scrambled eggs, I also cooked a bunch of them over easy and even made some omelets at the same time. I just grinned as I worked, feeling almost like I was a cook back at the diner. Dad and Henri would be proud of me.

I was in a good mood after finding out I ‘might’ be able to get back to my own body, and I was having a lot of fun in the kitchen as well. Since I felt like I was actually a real cook, I began humming the theme music from my favorite TV chef. My humming slowly got louder as I got a little carried away and finally blurted out, “Bjork bjork bjork.” Jackie burst out laughing.

As soon as the first batch of food was ready, Emily helped herself to an omelet, a couple slices of bacon, and a slice of toast. Jackie grabbed just about everything else. When the second batch was ready, I saved a bit for myself and ate while I finished cooking the rest. By the time we were done, we’d all had enough to eat, even Jackie, though admittedly, I’d eaten almost as much as she had.

“That was pretty good,” Jackie told me happily. “Especially the omelets…”

“My Dad owns a diner,” I explained, my mood dampening as I considered the fact that I might never get to go there again. “I work there…worked there part time helping out.”

Emily reached out for my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze while Jackie just mused, “I think I know who gets to cook dinner tonight…”

I smiled weakly and looked back and forth at Emily and Jackie, still amazed at how much they were trying to help me out when they barely even knew me. What does it say about the world when a super villain is nice to me and my own family treats me like crap?

Then I asked Emily, “Do you have some kind of codename too?”

Emily seemed a little startled by the question but answered, “Yes I do, though I haven’t actually used it since high school. Officially, my codename is Soothe.”

“That seems pretty appropriate,” I told her. Then I stared at her for a moment before asking, “The other girl in that picture was you, wasn’t it?”

Emily looked a little embarrassed as she nodded. “I was going through a rebellious stage back then. I fancied myself an anarchist and even thought about becoming a super villain after graduating. I had a lot of anger, and with my power, I could share it with others…starting riots and causing all kinds of chaos and destruction.” Then she let out a sigh and shook her head.

“She used to call herself Riot Act,” Jackie volunteered with a smirk.

“Only until my sophomore year,” Emily pointed out.

“What happened?” I asked curiously. The Emily I knew seemed more like a librarian or teacher than some kind of punk rock anarchist.

“I grew up,” Emily answered with an amused look. “I realized I wasn’t the badass I thought I was and I got a first-hand look at what happens when a mob of people become angry and get out of hand. After that, I decided I never wanted to get caught up in something like that again, much less cause it.”

I looked at Jackie and asked, “Were you two planning on being partners or something? I mean, doing the whole Bonnie and Clyde thing?”

“Not exactly,” Jackie muttered.

“Back then,” Emily told me with a chuckle. “I was the bad girl who was always getting in trouble and Jackie was miss goody-two-shoes.”

“Really?” I asked, giving Jackie a look of surprise.

“Things change,” Jackie said grimly. “And sometimes life doesn’t go as planned.”

I nodded sympathetically at that, knowing exactly what she meant. I didn’t know what had happened to her, but my life had suddenly changed and was going in directions I’d never even considered. In fact, I felt like I was driving blind and had no idea which direction I was even heading.

Once breakfast was over, Emily and Jackie went to work on the dishes while I sat back in the living room, trying to keep myself occupied. At first, I just sat there watching the news and feeling bored, then I found myself staring down at the large bumps pushing out from my chest. I poked at them a few times, finding them soft and feeling a bit odd. It was hard to believe that these were actually part of my body.

“But not for much longer,” I reminded myself. “Hopefully at least.”

I didn’t want Emily and Jackie to come in on me while I was feeling myself up like that so I forced my hands away from my new breasts. I turned my thoughts back to the practice session that I’d had yesterday with Jackie, thinking about that force field bubble I’d been able to summon.

I could feel it inside of me, the mental switch that I could flip to call it up again. After all that practice, I knew that I could make that force field bubble appear without any effort at all. However, I didn’t think Jackie would appreciate me doing that in her house when I might make a mess.

Since I couldn’t call up my bubble in the house, I decided to experiment a little and try something different. I willed the force field bubble to appear, but I focused on it being much smaller. A moment later, a transparent golden sphere about the size of a softball appeared in the air in front of me.

“Got it,” I said with a grin.

With the large bubble, I’d been able to make it move around just by concentrating on where I wanted it to move. I tried doing the same with this sphere and found that I could do the same thing fairly easily.

I was in the middle of playing with my ball by making it move back and forth when Jackie and Emily finished with the dishes and returned to the living room. Jackie froze and stared at me with a look of surprise before blurting out, “How are you doing that?”

“I was just experimenting,” I said, feeling guilty at being caught like that. She’d told me that she was careful not to let anyone in this area see her using her powers, so she was probably afraid that someone might see me doing that through the window. I immediately let the sphere vanish.

“No, bring it back,” Jackie told me, coming closer and saying, “I can’t do that…”

“You can’t?” I asked in surprise.

“I can only form my force field around myself,” Jackie told me. “I can make it jump a bit, but I can’t make it levitate the way you can either.”

“So she’s only had her powers for a couple days, and she’s already better with them than you are,” Emily teased Jackie, who looked a little annoyed.

“Okay, I’m a little jealous,” Jackie admitted. She stared at me for a moment and said, “Obviously, your powers don’t work the same as mine, in spite of how similar they are.”

At Jackie’s urging, I made the sphere reappear in front of me and practiced at moving it around the living room. It was kind of fun, sort of like having one of those remote control helicopters.

“Now make a second one,” Jackie told me.

“You just want to watch me play with my balls,” I joked, earning a look of surprise from Jackie and then she burst out laughing.

“That’s not quite how I’d put it,” she commented while Emily just shook her head.

I willed a second force field bubble to appear in front of me, but as soon as it did so, the first one vanished. I tried it again, but once again the previous sphere vanished. After a few more attempts, it became clear that I could only have one bubble out at a time.

“We can experiment with this again later on,” Jackie told me. “Right now, we have to get going if we want to make your appointment in time.”

“Before you leave the house,” Emily said, pointing at my chest. “You might want to put on either a bra or a sweater…”

I looked down, wondering what she was talking about and then I noticed it. Since I was only wearing a T-shirt, my nipples were clearly visible against the fabric. I immediately turned bright red, which only made Jackie snicker.

“Oh, I can see that this is going to be fun,” Jackie teased me. “Come on little sister, let’s get you something to hide those before we go.”