Chapter 1

A/N Mordecais genderbent design is based off La-maldita's from Deviantart.

"Come on man. Let's go. We shouldn't even be in here!" Mordecai hissed to Rigby who was staring at a high shelf. He was standing on one of Skips' trunks. They were dressed in raincoats from the storm that had covered the park and both boys coats were drenched.

"Dude, will you relax? He's not gonna come back till ages."

"He left about half an hour ago!"

Rigby turned his head, frowning at his friend. "Look, you can go anytime you want but I'm staying here. There's no way I'm leaving without a potion."

Mordecai rolled his eyes. He knew he wasn't going to get through to Rigby no matter what he said or did, so he reluctantly stayed to see why Rigby chose to go through Skips' stuff on their day off. "What potion are you looking for anyway?"

"One that can grant wishes." The raccoon muttered. He pulled himself up and stretched further, sweat beading his forehead, his hand grabbing air.

"Dude, I'm pretty sure thats only a myth-"

"Got it!" Rigby jumped back and held a small blue bottle up.

Mordecai peered at the bottle. "Wait, how do you know it's a potion to grant you wishes? It doesn't even have a label."

Rigby bought it down to his face. The hint of disappointment cast over his features, but then he smiled again. "Well I guess we'll have to find out, won't we?" He lifted a hand to pull the cap off, but Mordecai stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"No man. We are not opening this."

Rigby sighed. "Fine, we'll open it at the house."

Mordecai fowned and took the bottle from the racccoons hand. "No dude. I mean, we're not opening it. At all."

"Aw what? Why?"

"Um maybe because Skips doesn't even know we're in here? And if he caught us going through his stuff, let alone grab one of his potions, he'll go balistic."

Rigby groaned. "Why do you always have to take the fun away?"

Mordecai frowned at him. He turned to put it back on the shelf, but Rigby jumped up and snatched it out of the blue jays hand. "No. We're trying this potion."

Modecai swiped it from him. "No, we're not."

"Yes we are." Instead of grabbing it, Rigby held the bottle tight. The duo were in a tug of war match for a few minutes, glaring at each other. Unfortunately for both of them, the bottle slipped from Rigby's grasp and landed on the ground. As soon as it hit the floor, a wisp of smoke started to form. The two stared at it, curious as to what would happen. Soon, it began to morph into a cloud till it filled half the room. Rigby coughed and closed his eyes. He stepped back, shielding his face from the smoke.

When he felt it go down around him, he opened his eyes. His hand flew to his mouth in shock and he struggled to hold in a laugh once the shock had quickly worn off.

"Dude."

Mordecai opened his eyes when he heard Rigby's laughter.

"Dude, what happened? Why are you laughing?"

Rigby didn't answer. He just stared at the blue jay.

"Rigby, answer me!"

The raccoon turned and grabbed a mirror from the table. He turned back and handed the mirror over without a word.

As soon as Mordecai caught a glimpse of his reflection, he screamed, but it came out more feminine than normal. This little change made Rigby burst out laughing and he fell to the floor in a heap of giggles.

His yellow raincoat was too big for him and it hung over him like a sheet, too big for his body.

Mordecai stared at the mirror, completely stunned.

"I'm...I'm..."

"A girl?" Rigby gasped out. He collapsed again. "Oh my god this is gold! You're a girl!"

Mordecai threw down the mirror, the glass smashing on the ground, "Dude shut up! This is serious!"

But Rigby was too busy cackling like a mad man to listen to Mordecai.

Mordecai frown. "Rigby. I need you to focus alright? This isn't good for either me or Skips." Rigby stopped laughing and stood up. He groaned. "Fine. Don't have a fit."

"Well, what're we gonna do? I can't go back to the house-"

"Sure ya can!" Rigby said. He smiled. "I'll just sneak you inside."

"But what if someone sees me?"

Rigby only waved it off. "Dude, you worry too much. No one will see you, I promise."

Mordecai rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine. I'll sneak back inside the house. But if I get caught, you're dead, got it?"

"Pssh fine." Rigby took the sleeve of Mordecais raincoat and dragged him to the door. he saw the rain outside and made a face. "Oop looks like the rain's still going. Better put your hood up." Mordecai sighed and did so. Rigby flipped the red hood of his own raincoat up and opened the door. They were hit with a gust of wind.

"Hey, I've got an idea." Rigby yelled over the wind. "Why don't we get-"

"No." Mordecai said firmly. "We are not getting another one of Skips' potions. I don't want me turning into a frog or something worse."

"But-"

"We are not using a potion to get us back to the house. Alright?"

Rigby frowned, rolled his eyes and pushed through the storm, back to the house with Mordecai following.

The door shut and Benson approached them. The duo leant against the doorway, panting, their hoods still up.

"Where've you two been?" Benson asked sternly.

Rigby pushed his hood off his face. "We were just-"

"Finishing off a chore." Mordecai finished. Benson stopped. His expression changed. Mordecai blushed when he realized how feminine his voice sounded.

Benson stared at Mordecai, and reached out a hand to push his hood back. "Morde-"

Mordecai did it himself and Benson jumped back. "What? You're not-" He stopped midsentence to take in this new girls appearance. Mordecai's crown was flicked up and pushed forward in three curled spikes. The black line on his side was curled inward and he had eyelashes and his beak was round, not sharp like before. He had...a womanly figure and he was more skinnier.

"You're not..." The words died in Bensons throat. "Mordecai..."

Mordecai stood still, the raindrops slipping off his raincoat and onto the floor, but neither Mordecai nor Benson seemed to notice. A blush started to rise on Bensons cheeks the more he looked at this new girls face, but Rigby cleared his throat, directing the attention to him and making the red start to fade.

"W-who is she Rigby?"

Mordecai opened his mouth to answer, but Rigby filled in the gap.

"Her name's Morgan and she's a new member of the park. I-I was just finishing off a chore, like I almost said and I saw her at the coffee shop and I went up to her and I asked if she wanted a job and she said yes." Rigby said hurriedly.

Benson frowned. He didn't buy the explanation one bit and Mordecai could see. He decided to cut in.

"I'm really sorry about this, but I've actually been looking for a job for a while. You see, my mother died of cancer when I was little and my dad had a hard time bringing me up. I left home at 16 and came here to look for a job, since I've heard this is a pretty nice part of town..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Benson said. "But we're actually not looking for new employees at the moment..." His voice trailed offf when he caught sight of the yellow raincoat he was dressed in. "Rigby, where's Mordecai?" He asked the raccoon.

Rigbys mind ran for an explanation. "What? Mordecai? Oh he um, he's somewhere..."

"Somewhere? And where exactly is somewhere?"

"He's um...with Margaret."

"Mordecai's with Margaret at University?" Benson asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Y-yeah!" Rigby had finally come up with a good lie! "Margaret just called up and asked Mordecai if he wanted to come visit her and he just got on the first flight there. He told me to tell you that he would be back in a couple of weeks."

"O...kay." Benson said slowly. He rethought Rigbys explanation through then turned to Mordecai (now Morgan). "Alright, well, since one of our other employees have just left, I guess you're hired." He smiled. "But you're only here till Mordecai gets back, which by what Rigby's just said, will be two weeks."

Morgan nodded. "Ok. Thank you!" She said. Rigby smiled and let out a relieved sigh, glad he hadn't gotten caught.

"I guess you'll be sleeping in Mordecais bed which is in Rigbys room. Rigby'll show you around. I would but I've got a lot of paperwork to catch up on." Benson explained. "I'll give you your chores tomorrow. Because this storm's not gonna pass, I'll let you guys just laze in and do what you want." He turned and walked away.

Morgan and Rigby made no hesitation in running up the stairs to their room.

Sorry the ending's a bit rushed. I wasn't sure how to end it...