The more Sherlock pulled at the ropes that tied he and John together the tighter they dug into their wrists. Moriarty laughed at Sherlock's efforts. "Sherlock, as much as your struggles amuse me it's time to get down to business. My studies in alchemy have all been worthwhile for today I shall exact my I.O.U. You will be banished from this time line forever and just so you won't be lonely I am sending John along with you." Moriarty threw back his head and laughed. He then recited some words in an ancient Celtic dialect. Sherlock caught a fleeting glimpse of Moriarty before everything went black.
John opened his eyes and immediately he became confused. Where he was he and why did he feel so strange. John appeared to be in a bedroom and it wasn't his own. The light snoring next to him made John turn over. "Oh my God, it's a girl and she looks very young, like fifteen or so," John panicked as he tried to remember the events of last night. The girl looked somewhat familiar as she lay there sleeping in a pair of baby doll pajamas. John was about to get a closer look when he caught sight of his reflection in a pink framed mirror above a matching pink dresser. A girl of fifteen looked back at him in horror; her mouth was open as she stood there in a pink night gown. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," John screamed waking the other sleeping girl in the bed.
The girl sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Jesus, John what is wrong with you?"
The screaming blonde girl looked back at him. "Sherlock, is that you?"
The girl who answered to the name of Sherlock stood next to John in a light blue pair of baby doll pajamas. "John, you, you have boobs and you appear to be a…..girl."
John looked back at Sherlock. "Sherlock, did Moriarty change us into girls?"
Sherlock looked down his pajama top in fascination. "It would appear so, and John I must say that you are well umm amply endowed."
John crossed his arms across his chest. "Sherlock, please stop staring at my boobs."
Sherlock was about ready to come back with a retort when a voice from downstairs called out. "Sheryl, Jean, you girls are going to be late for school; hurry up you only have about an hour to get ready."
Sherlock and John looked at each other in shock. "Sherlock, what are we going to do?" John wined in a fifteen year old girl's voice.
Sherlock took a step towards John, giggling in his own fifteen year old girl's voice. "John, you look so funny, "he laughed as he reached out to touch John's boobs.
"Hey," John said as he slapped Sherlock's hand away. An all-out pillow fight was avoided by a knock at the door.
The door opened and a woman that looked like a combination of Lucille Ball and Donna Reed looked around the door. "Girls, stop playing around. Come on the French toast and bacon is getting cold." She clapped her hands and walked over to a pink old fashioned radio and turned it on. After a slight crackling sound the sounds of Perry Como singing, "Hot Diggity Dog," filled the room. John and Sherlock stared at each other as the ridiculous song's lyrics bounced off the walls. The perfect mom sang along with a few verses of the song and then stopped. "Girls, Girls, come on hurry up." She then blew them a kiss, threw a couple of skirts, slips, bras, panties blouses, socks and saddle oxfords on the bed and left the room.
Cautiously Sherlock and John approached the clothing on the bed. Sherlock picked up the two bras and handed the larger one over to John. "Well, John, it looks like this one is yours." Sherlock said as he dangled the bra in John's face.
John snatched the bra out of Sherlock's hand. "Give me that," he snapped.
For the next few moments John and Sherlock held up various pieces of clothing. Sherlock was the first to take off his pajamas. He strode over to the mirror and checked out his new body. "Wow, not bad." Sherlock said as he whistled. When he turn around John had put on the panties and was holding the tent shaped cup bra over his boobs.
"Sherlock, come over here and help me fasten this." John said as he turned around so that Sherlock could hook his bra closed. Sherlock slipped on his own bra and panties and then stood next to John as they both stared at each other in the mirror.
John laughed. "Sherlock, we are kind of cute aren't we? We are bound to break some hearts." John took a deep breath as he looked at Sherlock's legs. "Sherlock, our legs are so hairy we are going to have to shave." Sherlock and John walked to the bedroom door and peeked out. "Look," John said as he pointed to an open door, "Come on lets go." Sherlock and John looked both ways and then ran into the bathroom and shut the door.
Sherlock walked over to a pink radio and turned it on and grimaced. "God, is everything in this house pink?" The song "Round and Round" sung by Perry Como, blared through the bathroom as Sherlock danced around the room. John held up a metal razor he found on the counter and lathered up his legs with soap. Between the two of them John and Sherlock and John helped each other shave their legs and armpits, as 1950's tunes filled the room.
"Hey, I know we are in the 1950's, but where do you think we are?" John asked as he watched Sherlock feeling his leg to see how smooth it was. "Sherlock, are you listening to me?" John snapped.
Sherlock grinned at John and then crossed his eyes. "John, it's really quite simple. We are in Corona, California."
John put his hands on his hips. "Now, how do you know that?"
Sherlock laughed and then held up a newspaper he had been holding behind his back and pointed to the city and state on the front page. He then jumped up on the counter and began to dance as Jerry Lee Lewis sang, "Great Balls of Fire." In his hand he held a hair brush pretending it was a microphone.
"Sherlock quit screwing around. We're going to be late for school." John said as he pouted. As the next song came on "Johnny Be Goode," sung by Chuck Berry, John grabbed the hairbrush from Sherlock. Sherlock laughed and acted like he was playing a guitar as he danced with John. "Go, Johnnny go, "Sherlock sang.
A knock at the door stopped John and Sherlock. "Girls quite fooling around and get out here right now," the mom commanded.
Sherlock and John opened the door and stood before the mom. "Sheryl, you and Jean are going to have extra chores today so I want you to both to come straight home from school. No, going to the Hi-Spot and no going to the Mava. Jean, I agreed to take care of you while your father is overseas and I don't want to tell him that you have been mis-behaving."
Sherlock and John nodded and then ran to their bedroom to finish getting ready. A half hour later John and Sherlock looked at themselves in the mirror, their lips were a light shade of pink from a lipstick called, Pink Poodle, and their nails were painted with a matching nail polish.
John grimaced as he looked down and his nails, the lacquer was full of bubbles and lumps. "My nails look awful. I don't know how women do all this stuff and don't even get me started on the eyebrow plucking we had to do. It really hurt."
Sherlock sighed. "For God's sake John quit whining and let's go to school."
Sherlock stuck his tongue out at Sherlock as they left the room and made their way downstairs. It was an awkward process as their skirts and puffy slips interfered with their balance.
Sherlock's mom kissed each girl on the check and handed each of them a lunch sack. "Have a good day girls."
1950's Corona, California was a magical place. John and Sherlock breathed in the scent of orange blossoms and pepper tree berries; the sky was clear and blue. "You know this place has a different sort of rhythm, it's so relaxed." John said as he and Sherlock walked down the pepper tree berry filled sidewalks.
The peaceful morning was shattered as a 1952 Green two toned Desoto pulled up to the curb, "Hey, girls," a voice yelled. Looks like you're running a little late for school. Get in." "Rock around the Clock," blared on the radio as Sherlock and John got the wildest ride of their life to Corona High School. The high school in those days was in the building that houses the Corona Police Department today. The building was a work of art in Mediterranean Revival style, the roof was red clay tiled, with ornate sculpturing around the outside walls. Once in the parking lot Sherlock and John piled out of the car and ran into the entrance of the building with all the other kids.
"Hey Sheryl, Jean, wait up," two girls called out as they ran up to Sherlock and John. "What's wrong? You two act as if you've never seen us, it's us Toots and Cuddles. Come on you two let's get to class." All four girls ran down the hall as their fluffy skirts and long pony tails bounced in the air. The day went by pretty quickly and by noon Sherlock was bored.
At lunch time all the kids ate together on the front lawn of the campus. "So, are you two going to the dance on Friday night?" Toots asked.
Sherlock and John looked at each other and shrugged. "As far as we know we haven't been asked." Sherlock answered in a monotone voice.
"Sheryl you are so strange. Well don't worry Cuddles and I will find dates for you two." Toots laughed. "But first we have to survive P.E." Cuddles frowned.
Sherlock and John stood in the girl's locker looking at the combination lock before them. "What are we going to do?" John squeaked
Cuddles came up behind them in gold shorts and a button down white shirt. "Hey, did you two forget your locker combination again?" Toots asked. Sherlock and John both nodded in unison. "Well, no problem because the last time you forgot you gave it to me," Toots laughed as she walked over and worked the combination lock open.
Badminton was a nightmare and John thought that he must be in hell; after all it was all Sherlock's fault that they ended up in a city as hot as Corona. For Moriarty knew that Sherlock hated hot climates. John felt positively ill by the time P.E. was over. Sherlock look John's arm, "John, you don't look well. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, my stomach hurts. I guess lunch didn't agree with me." John complained, as he made his way to the girl's bathroom. A few moments later as Sherlock was washing his hands at the sink he heard John yell. "You've got to be kidding me."
Sherlock tapped on the stall door. "John I mean Jean, are you okay?"
A few moments later John came out of the bathroom. "I've got cramps."
Sherlock shrugged. "So, it was probably something you ate."
John folded his arms across his chest. "Sherlock, I have cramps. You know CRAMPS."
Sherlock's eyes widened. "Oh, my God you started your period? Well, don't worry everything will work out."
John stared beyond where Sherlock stood and gasped. "Oh my God, look at that girl. Doesn't she look just like Mycroft?"
Sherlock looked to where John was pointing and took a deep breath. "Mycroft, is that you?"
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