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A/N: This took forever. I have everything planned out for this story but the plot details. Anyway, how do you think it is? Think I have a good start here? Please review.
Medical Bay
Utopia/Asteroid M
Off the coast of San Francisco
One could consider it to be a fairly normal day on the mutant's island of Utopia. Everything –from the color of the sky, to the gender of Jean-Paul Beaubier –screamed 'normal'.
As it was, Jean-Paul was a man. A man, as it so happens, that was sitting on examination table in the Medical Bay, waiting both impatiently and slightly nervously to hear what Doctors Kavita Rao and James Bradley (also known as 'Nemesis') had to say in regard to the result of some medical tests.
As the two doctors approached him, Nemesis smirked in a way Jean-Paul decided he didn't like.
"So?" Jean-Paul said.
Nemesis opened his mouth, but Kavita beat him to it, "There are good news and bad news, Jean-Paul. Which would you like to hear first?"
Jean-Paul's eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth curved downward, "The bad news, please." He said.
"You're a man." Nemesis said immediately with a smirk so wide it took up half his face.
"What sort of bad news is that?" Jean-Paul snapped.
"The good news is you're a man again, and you a definitely not ill.," Kavita corrected.
"The bad news, then," Nemesis said, obviously getting ready to drop the bomb, "is you are pregnant."
Jean-Paul stared. The color left his face and still, he stared at Dr. Nemesis.
-Three Weeks Earlier, Jean-Paul's room, Utopia—
It was utterly humiliating. Jean-Paul had spent long hours checking over the damage that gypsy-hag had inflicted.
Really, how was he to know that, for once, it wasn't a fraud, pretending to know spells?
Could Jean-Paul even refer to himself as a 'he' anymore?
To add insult to injury, Scott Summers had arranged for a training session in the Danger Room, and all X-Men on the active team-roster were required to participate.
No one had seen Jean-Paul for hours, and though he –she – could zoom through Utopia in a blur so that no one would be able to tell that he –she –Jean-Paul Beaubier was a woman, he (she!) would have to stay still eventually, and then people would see him …her.
Goddammit! Jean-Paul had breasts! And long hair and –and… that gypsy had been thorough.
When Jean-Paul put on his costume, he almost screamed. Of course, it no longer fit.
As a woman, his –her –shoulders were not that broad, and her figure could be deemed 'delicate'.
Jean-Paul was ready to pretend that she was sick, and simply skip the training session, when there was a knock on the door.
"Northstar?"
It was Storm.
Jean-Paul resisted the urge to groan and fall face-down on his bed. Instead, the Quebecois grabbed the door and yanked it open, "What?"
Storm stared at her in confusion.
Jean-Paul looked up and down the hallway and then pulled Storm into the room, closing the door behind her.
"Aurora, where's-?"
"I'm not Aurora." Jean-Paul interrupted, "I am Jean-Paul… although, obviously, I've been transformed into a woman." She gestured to herself in distress.
Storm gasped, "Oh my Goddess! What did you do?"
Jean-Paul made a face, "Why do I assume that I did something?" Then when Storm crossed her arms, he sniffed and said: "It was a pissed off gypsy."
Storm arched an elegant white eyebrow and looked Jean-Paul up and down. Then, without warning, she began to laugh.
Jean-Paul jumped, startled by the sudden noise, and flushed.
"I'm sorry," Storm apologized, gasping for breath, "I shouldn't find your misfortune so amusing."
"Well I better get used to it," Jean-Paul snapped, "That's how everyone's going to react, isn't it?"
Storm straightened up and said: "Some people are, yes, but we've seen stranger things with the X-Men."
Jean-Paul groaned nevertheless, and rubbed a hand over her face as she dropped onto her bed.
"I must say, though," Storm spoke up after a moment, "No matter how temporary this condition turns out to be, you will still need to wear female clothing. I suggest you start with a bra."
Jean-Paul looked up at her. Storm stared back innocently.
Narrowing her eyes, Jean-Paul said, "I have a horrible feeling that I am going to be hearing about this for a very, very long time."
"Why, whatever do you mean, Jean-Paul?" Storm said.
Jean-Paul threw her arms into the air, "Alright then, help me find something to wear! Like maybe a bra."
Storm chuckled at that and said, "Come with me. We can find you something of mine to borrow for the time being."
Jean-Paul's scowl deepened.
The way Jean-Paul figured it, borrowing Storm's female clothes and seeing in the mirror just how well they fit wasn't the worst part. It was walking down the hall wearing Storm's clothes and seeing her teammates gawking at her without a clue that it was her.
Once she let them know ("Hey, it's Jean-Paul; yes, I have been turned into a woman. Now stop staring down my shirt."), it was going to get a very weird.
Jean-Paul trailed after Storm as they entered the usual X-Men meeting room.
Naturally, Scott was there, and so were Namor, Emma, and X-23.
"Storm," Emma said with barely-concealed dislike, "I know you're queen to a third-world continent, but have you ever bothered knocking?"
Storm crossed her arms and said coolly, "The walls are glass, Emma. You could see me approaching."
Scott ignored the comments, "How can I help, Ororo?" He said.
Storm took this to wave toward Jean-Paul, thus focusing the attention of the room upon her. "We need to find someone to change him back."
Laura was subtly sniffing at the air, and it was evident that she had figured it out before the others, because she stared at Jean-Paul and tilted her head, "I do not understand." She said, "Why has Northstar magicked himself into a woman?"
Scott and Emma looked at Laura and then at Jean-Paul. Their faces displayed identical expressions of mild confusion, but as X-Men, they used to strange things, so they knew that there was a reasonable explanation for everything. Or at least, they hoped there was.
"It was a gypsy, and an accident. On my part, anyway." Jean-Paul added.
Their reactions were as Jean-Paul expected them to be: Emma raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips in that slight way that made her look vaguely amused, Namor smirked in that obnoxious, 'Oh-you-humans' way and Scott remained perfectly unreadable, though Jean-Paul had a snaking suspicion that his eyes might be amused behind those ruby-quartz glasses.
"I imagine that you must feel horribly off balance." Emma remarked after a moment, "You know… weight in all the wrong areas."
"Ha-fucking-ha, Emma." Jean-Paul snapped.
"What are you going to do about this?" Scott asked, ignoring their exchange.
Jean-Paul sighed.
"This is not what I should be doing right now." Jean-Paul groaned as Rogue pulled her through the slightly underground mutant night club in San Francisco less than five hours later.
"'Ro told me tah find somethin' tah do that would cheer ya up!" She yelled cheerfully over the blaring music, "Ya can go back tah tryin' tah cure yourself tomorrow!"
Jean-Paul looked down at her outfit -some the clothes Rogue had taken her out to buy –which was a short-short skirt black, a tight, spaghetti-stringed red top with an open back, and very little else. She wasn't sure how she had even gotten to this point. The moment Jean-Paul (with the help of Storm) had announced and spread the word to the X-Men that she was going to temporarily (very temporarily, hopefully) going to be a woman, many of the X-Woman had immediately pounced at the news as an excuse to leave Utopia, go to San Francisco, and shop… and this had eventually led to going to a night club. Of course, when plans for the club began to formulate a few of the X-Men also traveled to the city to join up with the woman.
At first, Jean-Paul had attracted the eye of many of her male team mates, but once they heard The News ("OMIGOD, did you hear? JP's a woman!"), they were looking everyone but her. Talk about awkward.
"Have a drink!" Rogue said, placing a glass beer in Jean-Paul's hand, "I'm going onto the floor, but I bettah see ya there in few minutes." She patted the other woman's shoulder and then slipped away from the bar and toward the dance floor.
Sighing, Jean-Paul hopped onto one of the bar stools and looked around as she took a swig of beer.
When she looked back to the dance floor, she was alarmed to find a great muscular man standing a few feet away. He had a leer on his face that Jean-Paul supposed was what he considered a charming expression. "Hey there, gorgeous," He slurred, obviously very drunk, "care for a dance?"
Jean-Paul wrinkled her nose, "No thank you."
"Let's dance," The man said, reaching out and grabbing her wrist.
"I said no." Jean-Paul snapped, trying to yank her arm free, but failing.
"What's your power, anyway? Being hot?"
"Hey," Another voice suddenly cut in over the din of the club, and Bobby Drake was standing behind the man, "Back off, man. You're drunk."
The man blinked drunkenly at Bobby in surprise. "What, is she yours?" he said.
Bobby crossed his arms, "Yeah. She's my girlfriend. Go find another girl."
The man gave up easily, letting go of Jean-Paul, shrugging and slouching back off into the crowds. Bobby turned back to Jean-Paul and grinned.
"Uh, thank you, Robert." Jean-Paul said hesitantly, rubbing his wrist.
"No problem. I mean, that guy had bad pick-up lines anyway." Bobby shrugged and took Jean-Paul's arm, "You don't bruise easily, do you? He was holding on pretty tight."
"I will be fine." Jean-Paul assured, watching Bobby inspect her wrist. "It was just a drunk."
Bobby grinned, "You might have to find something to ward off all the men that will come after you, JP."
Jean-Paul laughed once without humor and took a sip of her drink.
"But hey, the guy was right –you should dance." Bobby remarked suddenly, holding out a hand.
She looked down at it warily, "You're only interested because I am an appealing female." She said.
Bobby blinked and tilted his head to the side, as if he had just begun to consider the idea, "Well, you do look pretty. But I asked because it is part of my unofficial job description to try and keep all of my teammates from being miserable. And you're a team mate who seems kinda miserable, so…" He grinned, his had still held out in an inviting manner.
Jean-Paul sighed and threw back the rest of her drink in a gulp. Setting down her glass, she slid off the bar stool and took Bobby's hand, "Why not?"
They squeezed through the crowd and onto the dance floor, where they would stay for little more than an hour and a half before returning to Utopia.
-Twenty Days Earlier, Bobby's Room, Utopia—
Jean-Paul woke up slowly, and the first thing she noticed was the warm presence on the bed next to her. The second thing she noticed was that it wasn't even her bed.
Jean-Paul's eyes snapped wide open and she gasped, looking to the side.
Bobby moaned softly and shifted over on the bed.
Jean-Paul squeezed her eyes shut and groaned, scrubbing a hand over her face. She couldn't recall too much. With the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before, even her super high metabolism took a few hours to purge all the drunkenness away.
Drunk, drunk, drunk –God, she had been so drunk. And she had had hot, drunk sex with Robert Drake.
Things might get awkward in the future.
Sighing, Jean-Paul slipped out of bed, collected her clothes off the floor from around the room, and headed into the bathroom.
Bobby was still asleep when Jean-Paul slipped out of the room. She jogged quickly through the halls, barefoot, with her shoes in her hands.
"Jean-Paul!"
She froze, making a face before turning around slowly, "Hello, Rogue!" She said.
Rogue approached quickly, her eyes roaming over Jean-Paul as she took in the French-Canadian's rumpled state. "Lost track of ya last night… where'd ya run off to?" She asked.
Jean-Paul shifted her weight onto her other foot, "Well, you know. I was on the dance floor."
"Until you an' Bobby decided tah head back, right?" Rogue said, blinking innocently.
"Don't get too excited. It was one night. We were drunk, and I was a woman." Jean-Paul said, beginning to walk again.
"Don't you think that's odd, though?" Rogue persisted, "Any other person ya know wouldn't have gone at it with ya just 'cuz ya're a gal –we all know ya're really a man!"
"Rogue…" Jean-Paul sighed, "Why don't we… Let's just not over analyze this, okay? I need to begin figuring out how to return to my original form again, anyway."
"Yeah, sure, JP," Rogue said, looking disappointed, "I hafta go meet with one of the kids, anyway. See ya later."
Jean-Paul waved his hand dismissively and continued down the hall without turning around.