"Marinette, quick, wake up!"
"Mm," Marinette's eyes fluttered open as she gazed at Tikki, who sat beside her phone, "what time is it?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her body overtime with exhaustion. "I'm so tired…I need more hours in the day…?"
"That's not the biggest problem, Marinette. I don't know how to say this, but…well…you're-"
"GAH!" She bolted out of bed at the sound of her alarm. "I'm going to be so late for school! I've only got a few minutes!"
"Marinette, wait!"
"No time, Tikki," she ran to the mirror to make sure her hair wasn't too crazy, "I need to get changed and-"
She froze. Rubbing her eyes she examined the mirror more closely than she ever had. "…T-Tikki?"
"I tried to tell you, Marinette."
"I….I…I'M A BOY!"
Her hair was short, her cheeks more square and her chest…well, flat. She looked and sounded like one of the other guys at school. She stumbled back to find her pajamas fitting perfectly, as if she had gone to bed in male clothes. "Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What happened last night?!"
"Quick, to the balcony! It only gets worse!"
In a matter of seconds Marinette was looking over Paris, shocked to find people stepping out from their buildings with the same confusion she had. "I don't get it, Tikki! I know these people, they're my neighbours! Every single one of them has changed!"
"It's gotta be the work of an akuma," Tikki nodded, "you need to transform and find them quickly, before all of Paris falls into a state of panic!"
"You're right," Marinette turned to head back inside, "let's go back down so people won't see us as I trans-"
DING.
"…"
"…Marinette?" Tikki waved her hand in front of her-er, him. "You okay? What's wrong?"
He blinked a few times before shaking his head. "Hm? Oh, sorry, Tikki. It's like I entered some sort of trance there for a few seconds."
"Well let's hurry," Tikki took another look out onto the street, "people must be so…scared…?"
To her surprise, no one was freaking out anymore. In fact, everyone down below had gone back to their routines, chatting with one another while going back inside to change out of pajamas and eat. "That's weird. Marinette, look, people have stopped-"
"Marinette?"
Tikki turned to find Marinette laughing, almost too comfortable with her deeper voice. "Where'd that come from, Tikki?"
"…WH-What do you mean? That's your name!"
Marinette rubbed the back of his head. "Right, and you're Taco. You know my name, silly."
"…Marinette?"
"No, Tikki," he climbed back down onto his bed, where Tikki noticed his earrings, now much smaller and of an orange tint, "Marley, duh."
"…Oh…MARLEY?!"
"Plagg, have you seen my jean coprees?"
"This isn't the time to be thinking about your coprees, which, by the way, you've never owned," Plagg was frantically spinning around the room, "you've been turned into a girl, and you're acting as though I'm the one who's gone insane by not accepting it!"
"Ah-ha, got it! Almost done. And would you stop playing around?"
"Playing around?! Adrien, have you lost your mind like everyone else outside?!"
The bathroom door opened and out walked Adrien, wearing a black tank and coprees with a white shirt tied just under her chest and matching sneakers. She brushed her shoulder length, bouncy blonde hair behind her and smirked. "Adrien? Really? That's the best you've got?"
"The best what? It's your name!"
"My name is Andrea, as it always has been, and you're making no sense this morning. Did you eat any bad camembert last night while I wasn't looking?"
Plagg huffed and crossed his tiny arms. "I'm way too smart to eat bad cheese. Don't you remember anything about this morning? Like, from ten minutes ago?"
"Like what, exactly?"
"Like how we woke up and found you had turned into a girl, and you were freaking out, like the people we could see from your windows on the streets. Everyone had been swapped around, and we were going to transform, but then you stopped and went all statue-like on me, and then you started to talk about what lipstick to wear and-"
"Slow down, Plagg, you're going to have a heart attack," Andrea sighed, "I'm sorry, but I don't remember any of this. It was probably some weird dream you'd had. Now if you don't mind," she grabbed her laptop bag and fixed her ring, which has shrunken, "we need to get to school. Nathan?"
The bedroom door opened, and as Plagg snuck into the bag Natalie walked in – only now, she was taller, had a moustache and slicked back hair, and wore a more velvet red. "Yes, Andrea? Are you ready?"
"Yup," she smiled, "let's go!"
Plagg peeked out from the bag as they passed the computer screens. "This is way weird…what?!"
On the screens where a picture of Adrien's mom should have been, smiled a handsome young blonde mad with styled hair, glasses and a fine blue suit.
It…it looks like Mr. Agreste, Plagg gawked as Andrea stepped outside the mansion, which means…?!
As they stepped down the stairs Plagg got a good look at the picture hanging off the wall. There stood Andrea in a black jumper, a sad frown upon her pretty face as a pale blonde woman stood next to her, a hand on her shoulder. Her hair was done up in a tight bun and her black gown was sleek against her fine figure.
…I'M LOSING MY KWAMI MIND!
"Excellent, Switcheroo," HawkMoth echoed into the ears of the akuma, "You've done well."
From atop the roofs she gazed down. "Soon everyone will know. Everyone will understand." She waved her wands around and smirked. "No one in Paris will ever know what hit them."
I thought about how to create an original take on the gender-bend style of fanfic writing, and here we see the outcome! Poor Tikki and Plagg, stuck in a Paris completely switched. This will be a short story, only a few chapters, but I hope you guys will find some enjoyment in the character's interactions.
Until the next chapter!