(So here is the latest chapter. I don't own anything Star Wars related as thats all owned by who it is. Also I would like to get reviews on the story so far to help make it better. Thanks and enjoy hopefully!)

X-Wing Misfile

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away

Wedge woke up in bed with a bad headache. The last thing he remembered was the party that had been thrown to celebrate the end of war with the Empire. It had been a wild and fun night. He had toasted old friends, spoken with some former enemies, and had received his discharge papers with his retirement from service. He had closed that chapter of his life and was now entering a new chapter. Talking with Iella, he had found a nice university to attend so that he could pursue his dreams of becoming an architect.

A noise startled him from his reverie. He could hear loud snoring and felt someone's arm across him. The arm didn't feel like one of his wife's arms. He carefully peeled himself out of the bed and looked back at the figure lying in the bed. He moved around to the other side and stopped, staring at a holo-image on the wall. It depicted his friend Wes with a brown-haired woman who was smiling. A few images depicted the pair with more recent images showing them with a couple of children, a boy and girl. Wedge frowned at the images. Wes never told me that he had family. He leaned in to take a closer look and saw that the woman had hazel eyes. Actually, she looks a lot like me. Is she a cousin to the family? Nah, she looks more like a spitting image of me. Wedge checked the date on the most recent image: 23 ABY. How interesting, five years have passed since that party. Iella is going to be upset.

Wedge turned at the sound of beep coming from the room's door. A soft knock sounded on the door. Wedge called out. "Come in." His voice sounded strange to him, having a very different pitch. The door opened and the little girl from the images came in. She walked up to Wedge as she clutched at a stuff toy y-wing and Wedge wondered what was going on. The little girl stopped in front of Wedge and held out her arms while still holding the toy. "Mommy, I had a nightmare. Can you sing me that song that helps me sleep?" She asked Wedge. Wedge frowned then picked up the little girl. His mouth opened and started singing to the little girl. Soon, the girl was fast asleep and Wedge felt awkward. He noticed a mirror and moved to stand in front of it.

The sight that met his eyes almost made him drop the girl, but he caught himself in time and just stared at his reflection in surprise. Looking back at him was the woman with Wes in the pictures and she or he was wearing a pair of pajamas with x-wings stitched on them. Wedge grimaced at the look. Really? X-wings? Whose idea was that? He heard a brief grunt then sounds as someone got up.

Wedge turned around to see Wes standing beside the bed, wearing a pair of light beige pajamas, decorated with y-wings. Wedge noticed that the little girl he was holding had a similar pair of pajamas on. Wes noticed him staring, and smiled at Wedge in amusement. "Hey baby. Did Syal wake you? Here, let me take her so you can get ready for class." Wes said to him. He came over and took the girl from Wedge and left the room, while Wedge just stood there dazed. He looked around the room and found the refresher. He rushed inside.

Wedge studied himself in the mirror, noticing how much like himself the woman who looked back at him looked. He moved and grabbed a bag that appeared to be his, bringing it into the refresher. He set it down on the counter and found his wallet inside a pocket. He pulled out the wallet and looked through it, tugging out cards to study them before sticking them back inside. He was still Wedge Antilles, former General in the New Republic. Still born to his parents and raised on Gus Treta as well as with Mirax. But there were differences: like how he was a woman, and how he had the birth certificates of two children in his wallet. Both children had features that had come from him or from Wes. He had married Wes Janson.

Wedge felt light-headed. He couldn't understand how it could have gone from 18 ABY to 23 ABY overnight and how he was suddenly female and married to Wes. He put the wallet back away and found a pair of datapads. He pulled both out and examined their contents. The first was focused on the classes that he was apparently taking at a Coruscant university. The second had some more private files with one labeled "Precious Memories". He called up that file and displayed it.

Wedge grabbed hold of the counter so that he wouldn't fall over. The file was filled with scenes captured from a variety of moments in his long life and all of them depicted the same woman used to represent him. She was standing with Luke in one shot clearly taken on Hoth, another showed her standing with his parents dressed in a frilly gown with the caption "First Date", another had her receiving his promotion to commander, and another had her standing with his pilots in the shot taken when he had commanded the diplomatic mission to Adumar. There were countless more shots of times he had spent with friends in Rogue Squadron and Wraith Squadron. He searched the file until he found some very interesting pictures.

The pictures showed the woman getting married to Wes and then having children. Wedge studied the images with a great deal of trepidation. Had Wes come up with a big joke? No, Wes had agreed in his wedding vows to her that he would keep his pranks to a minimum as per the agreement they had made when they had started dating. Wes loved her too much to make this kind of elaborate joke. Wedge became deeply confused. Where was he getting these thoughts from? It sounded like he was thinking like a female. He thought back to when Wes had been helping getting suited up with Kettch, a stuffed doll of a ewok pilot, to help sell the Hawk-Bat identity to Warlord Zsinj. He remembered Wes clipping on the puppet, teasing him, and then sharing a long kiss with Wes before running off to her TIE Interceptor.

Wedge shook his head. No, that last bit can't be right. He recalled the memory again and played it through his head. Wes attaching the ewok puppet, the teasing comments, and the kiss. He definitely remembered the kiss. He thought back to another memory; painting the Hawk-Bat ships. He recalled what happened, ending with walking across the hanger to leave and then share a quickly caught kiss with Wes. He snapped upright at that. He had kissed Wes? But Wes is such a great kisser, He thought as he recalled the various styles he had kissed Wes. He sighed softly to himself in memory.

Wedge cursed himself softly then decided to take a quick bath to determine if he could snap out of this dream. He found to his embarrassment that it definitely was not a dream. He was completely a woman and a rather gorgeous one at that. He dressed quickly and found when looking at the private datapad that it also contained a journal or diary written by him. He smiled at that. He could read it over when he had time between classes to find out what was going on. When he left the apartment though, he shared a deep kiss with Wes who informed her that he would be out with Hobbie and that they were meeting Luke and Corran and the two's respective spouses for a fancy dinner later that evening. Wedge promised she would wear that nice black dress that Wes had bought last year for their anniversary. Wedge inwardly cringed while he felt that Wes would be quite impressed with her beauty when wearing it. Mirax is jealous of me when I wear that. The thought didn't amuse Wedge in the slightest.