I'd do anything for you...
Stewie sighed, glaring at the couple next to him, contempt written all over his face. Brian and Jillian. Stewie's glare faded as his eyes rested on Brian, changing instead to an expression of defeat.
For Stewie had figured a long time ago that he had no chance with the alcoholic, opinionated, flea-ridden mutt that had captured his heart many, many years ago. Closing his eyes against the sickening sight, Stewie's mind travelled back to the day he had realised he loved Brian...
Stewie had been seven, and the family had left him, home sick with chickenpox, whilst they all vacationed in Hawaii for a week!
Well, Stewie hadn't been completely alone, of course not, for even having the brainpower of a Mensa graduate couldn't convince his imbecilic parents that he was capable of looking after himself. Brian had been there.
It hadn't been intentional; Stewie could tell that from the onset. There was just something in the way that Brian cared for him that seemed to creep through the ice surrounding his heart, warming it... Stewie had changed that day and now, nine years later, he remained changed.
Brian seemed oblivious to the teenager sitting next to him on the couch as he attempted to converse with Jillian about something other than hair products.
"So, Jillian, did you get a chance to read 'To Kill A Mockingbird'?"
"Oh, Brian, I was going to, but like, Tricia got this new mousse, and I totally had to try it out!" Jillian gushed.
Brian sighed audibly, his hands reaching up to rub his eyes. Stewie followed the movement with his eyes, his thoughts becoming bitter as he watched each subtle movement, every muscle tensing and relaxing, another memory assaulting his conscious mind – the blueprints that had taken his overly-developed, four-year-old mind several weeks to perfect, the machine, seven foot in height, the anticipation, the worry, the final 'BANG'... and the emergence of an eight-year-old, human Brian. Stewie's thoughts lost their bitter edge, and his body slid off the couch, his feet leading him to his room without him needing to think about it.
He sat at his desk, looking out the window for inspiration on how to handle his predicament. A movement on the pavement caught his eye, and he looked slightly closer. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was a girl, of about fourteen, who was walking down the street, holding hands with a boy of similar age.
Stewie's brain jumped into hyper drive, his long, elegant fingers roughly picking up a pencil and beginning to sketch some shapes, some formulae... the outline to a complicated-looking invention.
'It's simple,' Stewie thought furiously, 'Brian's a man's man; he'd never go for me. But Jillian won't last, and Brian'll need comforting... If this works, though, the gender issue won't be a problem. If it works... Well, I'm sure I'll get used to being female'.