This has been inspired by other fic's where Merlin is featured as a girl. I loved the idea so much! But - truthfully - didn't like the Merthur business. It's not for me, sorry! :)

Set in a time when Arthur knows about Merlin's magic and he hasn't used the Dolma disguise to save Gwen.

I hope you enjoy!

Merlin had disguised himself many times. Dragoon being his main disguise. Actually... his only disguise. Never had he tried to change himself beyond that. Never.

Until now. But this wasn't even intentional. This was... not what he expected.

"Oh shit!"

Yes, turning himself into a woman was in no way intentional.

"No no no no no!"

Merlin looked at himself in the mirror and cringed. His feminine features looking remarkably cute as he did so. He raked his fingers through his very long black hair and let out a noise that was definitely not male!

Had he just squealed?

"Oh god, NO!"

His eyes and hair were the only things he recognised. Everything else was... well... womanly. A horrifying notion passed his mind and he gingerly lifted the waist band of his breeches. He peeked.

"NO!"

Womanly, indeed.

"This can't be happening!" Panic welled up in his throat. Only then realising how high-pitched his voice was. He choked the panic back and shook his head - making his long hair slap his face. "Gah!" He pushed it away and looked about for the spell book he had used, it was lying on his four-poster bed.

He made his way to it, noticing a strange sway in his large hips as he did so. Bending to pick the book up, his gut twisted as horrible flopping jelly-like things on his chest swung forward due to gravity. He had breasts.

"Argh," Merlin whipped the book off the bed and into his hand. Spinning - he sat on his bed. He got half-way through crossing his legs before he froze and slowly put the leg back. Forcing himself into the usual sitting position for a man.

Knee's apart, elbows on said knees.

He flipped the book open and tried to ignore the breasts hanging loose between his arms - restricting movement. He quickly found the page he had used and scanned it.

Yep, there it was.

For disguise -

"áwendednes"

That simple little spell did this. Merlin looked down at his new body and grimaced. His hair fell forward and brushed over the book in his hands. He pushed it behind his ear annoyedly and scowled. Turning his attention back to the book he looked for the reverse spell.

He looked.

And he looked.

Looked a bit more...

"It's not there,"

Merlin stared down at the page in shock. There wasn't a reverse spell! He gapped at the book and started turning pages. He scanned every one of them but it wasn't there!

Merlin's heart was thumping against his small ribcage and his feminine legs twitched and shifted. He stood up suddenly and began pacing. He held the book tightly in his hands and his mouth opened and shut constantly.

One thought solidified in his brain.

"I need to see Gaius - he'll know what to do!"

He was almost at the door when he stopped and stared down at himself.

"I can't see him like this!"

He caught himself in the mirror again and walked over to it. Looking at himself was strange. He knew it was him - but it was also a she. A her. A woman.

"I can't show my face out there," In the mirror, her mouth moved but he felt the words come out. That woman was him. She was him. He was a she.

"Right, I've established that!" Merlin shook the round-about thoughts away and once again - pushed his hair behind his ear. He forced himself to look at his - her - reflection a bit closer.

His own blue eyes were set in a face of pale skin and high cheekbones. The face was narrow and jaw small. Lips were full and red. The nose was long but not over-powering. His woman's ears didn't stick out. Glossy black hair tumbled down onto her small shoulders. She was thin and curvy. When Merlin pulled back his shirt to bunch at the back - her hips showed prominent and breasts pressed against the rich material.

All her clothes felt loose now. As if she had lost weight. Now that she thought about it - she was a couple of inches shorter. Still tall but not as much as before.

"I really can't go out like this!" Merlin made that disturbing noise again and sat rigidly on her bed.

Knock knock knock

"Merlin? Why were you shouting? Let me in!"

Merlin froze in shock and listened to the voice outside his room.

"Merlin!"

It was Gwen. Merlin let out a sigh of relief. She could show Gwen. Gwen wouldn't laugh. Maybe.

"Come on, Merlin! Open the door!"

Merlin then remembered she had locked the door to keep servants out. She jumped up and tried not to cringe as her hips swayed. She stopped by the door and let her hand hover over the latch.

"Gwen?" She called through the door.

"Merlin? Is that you? You sound different,"

Merlin could have laughed but he didn't, "Umm... is it just you?" She hoped Arthur wasn't with her.

"Yes, it's just me. What's wrong?"

As an answer, Merlin unlocked the door and opened it. But she didn't show herself. She hid behind the door and pulled it as far open as needed to fit an eight month pregnant Gwen through. Gwen stepped in and Merlin shut the door again. Locking it and slowly turning to face her.

Gwen just gapped at her. Her eyes wide as she took in a woman in Merlin's clothes. Merlin scratched her head in embarrassment and smiled crookedly at Gwen. "Hi?"

Gwen stopped gaping. "Merlin? You're a woman,"

"Well, thanks Gwen! I hadn't noticed that!" Merlin snapped sarcastically.

Gwen giggled before slapping a palm over her mouth. Her eyes betrayed the concealed mirth however.

"Well, I'm glad you think this is funny," Merlin barely noticed when she put her hands on her hips and shifted all her weight on one leg.

Gwen snorted at the image before her and desperately tried to keep the laughter back. But failed. Completely.

Before long, Gwen was laughing so much - Merlin had to lead her to the bed and sit her down before she hurt herself. Tears were streaming down Gwen's face as she looked at the Warlock turned Witch.

Merlin glared at her. But her own composure was slipping as she saw the funny side. She chuckled at Gwen at first before letting out a girlish giggle. Her face dropped when she uttered the noise which only proved to make Gwen laugh harder.

Then Merlin was laughing at Gwen laughing at her. And finally laughing because this was the weirdest day of her entire life.

Once the laughter had subsided, Gwen turned serious - as serious as she could - and asked, "Why don't you change yourself back?

"I can't," Merlin forced it through her teeth.

Gwen looked at her baffled, "Merlin... surely, you would have checked that there was a reverse..." The smile in her face dropped away to be replaced by exasperation, "You didn't, did you?"

Merlin shrugged.

"Oh Merlin. You really are a fool," Gwen tried to look stern but ended up laughing again.

"Oh thanks for the support Gwen," But Merlin's own lips were twitching at it. She cocked her head to the side and grinned stupidly - typical of Merlin. She flicked her hair out of her face and crossed her legs - not typical of Merlin. She looked back at Gwen to see that she was staring at her. "What?"

"We have to get you changed back before you're effected by this for the rest of you life,"

Merlin looked down at her elegantly crossed legs and smooth posture. "I agree,"

"We'll have to take you to Gaius," Gwen struggled to her feet and stood in front of her, one hand on the small of her back and the other over her bump.

"No, I'm not going out there!" Merlin crossed her arms and screwed up her limbs tighter.

"Why not?"

"Why do you think?"

"Well," Gwen smiled down at her, then went back to seriousness, "You can't expect Gaius to come all the way up those steps,"

Merlin cringed in her discomfort, "I don't want to. What if anyone saw me?"

"They won't recognise you. I barely did,"

"'Barely'? But you did recognise me?"

"Only because I know you!"

Merlin just raised an eyebrow at her. Then gave up, her shoulders slumping, "Oh alright,"

Gwen headed towards the door, "I'll get you a dress,"

"What? No!"

"The only way no-one will recognise you is if you don't have those clothes on. I only thought it was you because of the clothes,"

"I'm not wearing a dress!"

"Merlin," Gwen cautioned.

"I'm not wearing a dress!"

Gwen sighed then gave up, "Fine! But you'll have to change your attire anyway,"

Merlin groaned and stood up. Her breasts swung forward as she did so. Merlin went rigid and cringed again. "Why are they like that?"

Gwen looked at him baffled for a second before it dawned on her, "You need something to keep them up,"

"I'm not wearing woman's underwear - you can drop that thought right now!"

Gwen rolled her eyes and went over to Merlin's wardrobe. Pulling it open, she fumbled about for a second before taking out one of Merlin's longer neckerchiefs. "Take your shirt off," she instructed.

"Eh," Merlin self-consciencely lifted her arms to cross over her chest, "What?"

"Take off your shirt.. Merlin, you're not getting protective over this new body, are you?"

"No," Merlin denied, then changed her mind, "Perhaps,"

Gwen groaned in exasperation and stepped forward, "Take it off, Merlin,"

"No,"

"Take it off,"

"No!"

"Off, now!"

"No!"

Gwen was now standing meer centimetres from her, with Merlin trapped against a post to her bed. Without warning, Gwen whipped the shirt off her and had the neckerchief tied tightly around her chest before Merlin had a chance to protest.

"There," Gwen admired her handy work.

"Will you stop looking at my chest?"

Gwen rolled her eyes and went back to the wardrobe. Taking out a clean shirt and breeches. "Use your magic to shrink these to your size and maybe change the colour of the shirt,"

Merlin took the shirt from her and put it on. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at the shirt that was too long for this body. She whispered a few words and the shirt began to shrink. When it finished, the material fit perfectly on her frame, with the tail of the shirt still hanging down over her back end. Merlin then rolled up the sleeves to her elbows.

The breeches were next. Merlin told Gwen to face away as she changed. Gwen had rolled her eyes yet again but turned away. Once the breeches were fitting perfectly, Gwen suggested a corset or thick belt to go round her middle.

Merlin just gave her the best glare she could muster. Gwen held up her hands in defeat.

A few more adjustments to her knee-length boots and they were done. Except - "Shirt colour, Merlin,"

Merlin looked down at his blue shirt and frowned, "What's wrong with it?"

"You always wear blue or red,"

"Your point being?" One look at Gwen's unwavering expression told him not to argue, "What colour then?"

"Cream,"

Merlin rolled her eyes and whispered a new string of words. The blue in his shirt faded to leave the universal shade of cream. "Happy?"

"Humm... I still think you need that belt,"

"Alright!" Merlin was loosing his patience with her.

Gwen just squealed in delight and went back to his wardrobe. "Here," She handed Merlin a leather belt. "Make this thicker,"

Finally, they were done. Merlin stood in front of the mirror to see the final result. She was wearing the cream shirt that dropped over her hips and onto the brown breeches. Black riding boots were at knee-length and a thick brown leather belt went round her waist. Black hair framed her face. The rolled up sleeves showed off beautiful pale skin.

"You know what, Merlin?"

Merlin hummed a question.

"You don't look so bad as a woman,"

"Thanks Gwen," Merlin rolled her eyes. "Let's go,"

They made their way to the door. Gwen slipped out first to check the way was clear before beckoning Merlin out.

Oh gods, Merlin thought, please don't let Arthur see me.

AN: I was cracking up just typing this! :D

It was meant to be a one-shot but I see at least another two chapters in it! Phase one - get out of his (her?) room: Complete.

Hope you can join me for the next couple! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin!