Trading Places

by Tenchi Knight

Kim and Shego are forced to live in one-another's shoes and come to discover some rather interesting things about themselves and each other...

1. Trading Places

TRADING PLACES

By: Tenchi Knight

WARNING: This is a rated M KIGO fic. If you know what this means, and you're offended by it, leave. If you

don't know, it's where Kim and Shego are involved. If you're offended now, leave. If you're offended by foul

language, get the hell out. If you're still here, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any related properties. They are copyright the Disney Corporation and are

used without permission.

Author's Notes: I've taken some liberties with the characters. Please bear with me. Thank you.

Chapter 1: Trading Places

"Hahaha! This time I will succeed in my plan!" Drakken gloats as Shego idly files her nails, rolling her eyes at her

employer's foolhardiness.

"You realize that Kim's going to break this one just like she's broken every other one." Shego says.

"Not with this new plan!" He throws his arms in the air. "I will finally defeat Kim Possible!"

"Think again, Drakken!" Kim declares, standing atop one of his machines.

"What? Kim Possible! Where did you come from?" Drakken demands.

"Probably through one of the air vents, just like normal." Shego says. "All right, Kimmie, let's go..."

She stands and smiles broadly while squaring off against her teen nemesis, Kim Possible, and she in response

readies herself. Unbeknownst to them, Drakken is off powering up the device he had stolen from Jack Hench. He

watches silently as they fight, then fires the weapon. He's surprised when a massive blast of energy shoots out and

strikes both Shego and Kim, knocking them to the ground.

"Uh oh..." He says, realizing he's a dead man once Shego recovers.

Leaving everything behind, he beats a hasty retreat to his escape hovercraft because he knows that the harm that will

come to him is far more lasting than his financial losses.

HOURS LATER...

Kim slowly opens her eyes and looks around feeling as if she had been mercilessly beaten with a hammer.

Struggling to stand up and feeling very unsteady, she slowly staggers over to a table before hearing a soft moan off

to the side. She looks over and then screams as she sees herself slowly moving on the floor. This horrifying sight is

overshadowed as she realizes the scream she had just uttered was in Shego's voice. She looks down and discovers

that she's Shego. Kim's body then slowly rises and they shake their head.

"Damn... what the hell hit me?" They ask in unison.

"Drakken..." Kim replies, causing the woman to jerk her head and look over. "Hi, Shego..."

"Kimmie..?" Shego asks, unbelieving, as she looks over at herself standing there.

"I don't know what the hell hit us, but now you're in my body and I'm in yours..." She says, holding out her arms to

the side. Shego looks at Kim, then down at herself, and then grins as she looks up once more.

"What are you thinking..?" Kim asks. All of a sudden her eyes go wide. "No!"

"Oh, yeah..." Shego says and runs her hands up and down her sides before cupping her breasts and grinning lewdly

at a wide eyed Kim.

"Shego, stop..."

"Why should I, Kimmie? I'm in you, you're in me, I figure we've both got to get used to our new bodies so why

not?" Shego asks.

"Shego..." She says and walks over to her, making to stop her.

"Kimmie, first things first, be careful with those hands. They're lethal weapons. Second, until we get back to our

original bodies, these are our bodies." Shego says. "That means you can't really tell me what I can or can't do to this

body."

"I... you're right..." Kim slumps Shego's shoulders in defeat. Then she asks, "Shego, could you train me on how to

use your powers?"

"I don't know, Kimmie, you could use them against me in the future." Shego teases and smiles, a look which is very

unnatural on Kim's face. "All right... it's like this..."

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER...

Kim tears through the lab. Using the plasma to strengthen her hands; she punches through plate steel, cuts through

thick walls, and firing it from her hands in blasts while Shego watches with a satisfied smile.

"You pick it up quickly, Kimmie. Now, for the time being, is there anything that I should know about your body

before I take over as you? Or can I just jump in head-long?"

"Take over? What are you talking about?" Kim asks.

"You look like me, I look like you. We're now each other. That means I've got to go to school and do what you do,

and you've got to lounge around and do next to nothing. Wow... you've got it good. If you want, you can even

sabotage Drakken's little toys before he's done so I don't have to come break them."

"Oh, no... I'm gonna make you break them, and I'm gonna fight you too." Kim says and Shego grins.

"Ooh, feeling feisty, Kimmie?"

"No more than usual." Kim says. "Anything else I need to know?"

"Only little things such as the locations of Drakken's lairs, the layouts, and what not."

Kim nods silently.

"I've got a list inside my suit..."

Kim starts patting around, but then looks up, confused. Shego rolls her eyes and walks over, putting one hand on

Kim's back and the other on her breast before sliding her hand into the uniform, her hand moving across Kim's cloth

covered chest, making her shiver as she does. Shego smiles, teasingly massaging Kim's breast while at the same

time working her hand further into the uniform to find the hidden list. After what seems to be an eternity to Kim, but

which is just over a minute to the rest of the world, Shego's hand withdraws and she's standing there holding a

folded paper. She then, with a smile, holds it up for the blushing Kim.

"This is my cheat sheet. Don't lose it. It's got all the lairs and their doomsday weapons listed on it." Shego says.

"And he usually moves from lair to lair in that order."

"Don't you think it's dangerous to have a list like this?" Kim asks, confused.

"None of them ever work, so why would I have to worry?" Shego answers flippantly.

"Anything else?"

"Nope..." She grins. "I think that you'll figure everything out really quick..."

Kim looks at the villainess wearing her body for a long moment then sighs.

"Are you good with numbers?" Kim asks.

"Don't worry, I'll do fine." Shego says.

"What do you mean?" Kim asks.

"Your math test, I'll do fine." Shego says. "And I won't even cheat."

"Thank you." Kim says. "Now is there anything else we need to discuss before we go our separate ways?"

"There's one thing." She says, reaching into Kim's outfit once more and withdrawing a key on a chain that was

nestled between her breasts. "This stays with me."

"Oh." Kim says. "So do you need anything else that's tucked away in here?"

"Nope, I think that's it." Shego says. "See you around, good looking." She kisses her body square on the lips while

massaging her right breast. Kim moans softly, and then pulls away with a shocked expression. "Sorry, Kimmie, I've

always wanted to maul myself and see just how good I felt... and damn I feel good..."

She walks out with a swagger in her step while Kim walks to the hangar and climbs into a hovercraft. She takes off

for the next lair, not knowing that particular hovercraft has been suffering mechanical malfunctions lately.

***

As Shego exits the lair, she hears the kimmunicator. She presses a button and looks at the screen at Wade's face.

"Go, Wade." She says, fighting back a chuckle at using the teen heroine's body and voice.

"Kim, I've been trying to get in contact with you for the past four hours. I was just about to call Global Justice to

come see if you were okay."

"No big. Drakken hit me with some ray that knocked me out. You know how it is. Have you heard from Ron?"

Shego asks.

"Don't you remember, Kim? Ron's got the flu and couldn't go with you."

"Oh. Guess my brain got a little scrambled from the ray. Well, whatever. Could I get a ride home?" Shego says.

"Sure. I've already got something lined up and ready to go..."

"Spanking..." Shego says with a grin.

EIGHT HOURS LATER...

Shego walks into the Possible home and looks around for a long moment before speaking.

"I'm home..." She says, and is immediately assaulted by two pre-teen tornadoes.

"Where were you?" Jim asks.

"What happened?" Tim asks.

"Did you see anything cool?" Jim asks.

"Anything blow up?" Tim asks.

"What took you so long getting home?" Jim and Tim ask in unison.

"I was in Brazil fighting Drakken where he was trying to use a sonic disruptor to destabilize the earth's crust. I

didn't really see anything cool since I was there to fight him, and nothing blew up this time. The reason I got home

late was he hit me with a ray that knocked me out for a couple hours, then it took six hours to get back here to

Middleton."

"Oh." The brothers say in unison.

"Either of you have any more questions?"

They shake their heads.

"Good. Then I'm gonna go up to my room and relax."

She walks upstairs and closes the door after herself. She looks around the room for a long moment and then sighs.

"Damn... I've fallen into my own worst nightmare." She says before walking over to the bed and leaping onto it,

landing on her back and staring up at the ceiling. "At least she doesn't have any pictures of that stupid band, 'The O-

Boys' or whatever they're called..."

She sits up and looks around the room before smiling devilishly. She slowly stands and stalks over to her closet,

feeling as if she were invading someone else's room, which she is, though it doesn't look that way. She opens the

doors and smiles as she looks at the clothing before her.

"Well, well... first things first... a little dress-up..."

She begins picking out clothes and laying them out on the bed, choosing the clothing almost at random. She then

walks over to the door, locks it, and then goes over to a radio and pops she sees nearby before pressing play and

listening to the music with a smile. She then swaggers over to a full-length mirror before grinning and slowly lifting

her shirt suggestively. Next thing she knows, she's dancing and grinning at her reflection. After fifteen minutes of

stripping, she's standing there, looking at herself naked, the only adornment being a key hanging from a chain about

her neck, feeling more aroused than she had in a long while. She slowly begins to work her hands up and down her

body, exploring the nuances and sensitive zones that are scattered about her form.

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER...

"Damn... I love this body..." She pants, a half smile on her lips.

She steps into Kim's attached bathroom and turns on the shower to hot before stepping under the stream of water,

indulging in the feeling of the steaming hot water beating down on her skin. After about fifteen minutes, she makes

the water a bit cooler and scrubs down from head to toe. She then reaches for the shampoo before lifting the bottle

and reading the brand. She quirks her eyebrow and sniffs derisively.

"This shit will do for today... but I'll be damned if I use this any more than I have to." She shakes her head slowly.

"Damn it, Kimmie, why don't you have better taste in hair care products?"

She sighs and then pours the solution onto her hand before massaging it into her hair and scrubbing her scalp.

Twenty minutes later, she steps out of the shower and towels off. Then she dries her hair and wraps it in a towel as

well. She walks out of her bathroom and over to her bed where she picks up an outfit consisting of a pink tank top

emblazoned with a big red heart, red panties, and a pair of low-riding blue-jeans that she puts on and ties off with a

golden cord. She then removes the towel from her hair, and tousles it for a moment before looking at the mirror and

smiling.

"Damn... even like this I look good..." She says as she turns and inspects her ass in the jeans, smiling broadly. She

saunters out of her room, coming up short as she sees Ann Possible walking up the stairs. Ann looks at her and

smiles.

"Oh, Hi Kimmie, I was wondering if you were home. I haven't heard much from you."

"Oh, sorry, I was in my room." Shego says. "Well, I'm heading out... later."

She makes to pass Ann but is stopped by Ann's voice.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

Shego glances at the clock. It's five in the evening. "No, I probably won't be. I'll be home sometime. Later." She

leaps downstairs, grabs a set of keys with a pink heart keychain attached to them and walks out the front door

without another word. As she walks out to the street, she looks at the keys in her hand. In addition to the heart, there

is a small string with letter beads on it spelling out KIMMIE CUB in heart-enclosed letters. Shego sighs and shoves

the keys into her pocket before sauntering down the street. Fifteen minutes later, she arrives at Middleton Bank and

walks inside. She walks up to the teller who looks up and smiles.

"Oh, Hi, Kim..."

Shego stares at the woman for a long moment, then turns and walks back to the door only to stop once more and turn

back around. She walks up to the teller once more who's watching her, confused. "I need to get into a safe deposit

box."

"But you don't have one here, Kim." The teller says. "At least, you don't have one that I know of, anyway."

"Oh, I do. It's box thirteen. I need to get into it." Shego says. "It's really important."

The teller nods, then motions to a man who walks over to where they are standing. "Kim needs to get into box

thirteen."

"Box thirteen, really? Now, I didn't know that you had a box here, Kim." The man says.

"I have the key right here." She pulls out the chain, showing the key, and the man nods. They walk over to the vault,

and he opens the door. They step inside and she walks directly over to the box, taking the key and sliding it into the

lock. He walks over with his own key and inserts it as well. They then turn the keys simultaneously and he pulls the

door open before removing the box and setting it down on a table. He then glances at her.

"When you're finished, please put it back into the compartment and shut the door." He says and she nods. He turns

and walks out of the vault, and she waits until she hears the sound of the iron bars that make up the inner gate

shutting, an oddly reassuring sound that normally would make her feel very unsteady, being behind bars and all. She

opens the lid of the box and looks inside at the various bundles of bills. From Yen to Yuan, US Dollars to Pesos, and

from Euro to Rupees, she has a collection worth several million dollars in the various currencies in the box as well

as a handful of counterfeit IDs and passports for various countries, all of them bearing her former face, the face now

borne by Kim Possible. She takes out a bundle of twenty dollar bills and tears the bundle open, removing half the

wad and putting the other half back into the box. She then shuts the box and slides it into the wall once more before

closing the door and walking to the locked gate where the man is waiting off to the side.

"I've got what I need." She says, and he opens the gate, letting her out. She smiles at him, then walks out of the bank

and looks around. "Where do I go now?" She wonders aloud, then pauses as she sees an ice cream parlor, something

she wasn't able to indulge in before as she was a wanted woman, and smiles before walking across the street and

into the shop where she sees some high school girls but dismisses them, walking over to the counter where she sees

a young woman working. She looks over and smiles before walking to where Shego is standing.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asks, and Shego rakes her eyes over her for a long moment, a lopsided grin

forming on her lips as she takes in the sights. The young woman behind the counter has a healthy build and fills out

her red and white vertical candy-striped uniform in all the right ways. Her long silver hair is tied in a ponytail that

extends from under her white baseball cap and her wide expressive blue eyes peer out beneath the bill, her petit nose

and full lips completing the image of beauty presented. This expression is not lost on the girl who blushes softly, the

blush highlighting her high cheekbones strikingly.

"All depends on what you've got..." Shego says, making the girl blush more. "Do you have anything... sweet with a

cherry?" The girl's blush reaches titanic proportions. "Yeah... that sounds good... I'll have a sundae with caramel-

swirl, vanilla bean, and chocolate delight topped with extra hot fudge..." She emphasizes the word hot and quirks her

eyebrow. "Whipped cream... and a pretty little cherry..." She smiles at the girl who looks down at the ice cream,

busying herself as she makes the order. After a few minutes, she puts it up on the counter.

"Here you go..." She says shyly.

Shego puts down a twenty and picks the cherry from the top, popping it into her mouth, stem and all. After a

moment, she smiles and pulls out the double-tied stem from between her teeth. She winks at the girl, takes her ice

cream treat, and walks over to a seat where she sits down. Moments later, a mocha-skinned young woman walks

over and sits down.

"Yes, Monique?" Shego says.

"Girl, what are you doing?" Monique asks, glancing at the server before looking back at Shego. "I mean were you

just flirting with her?"

"What did it look like?" Shego asks.

"It looked like you were trying to pick her up." Monique says.

"Do you think that it worked?" Shego asks, idly sucking on her spoon as she eyes the server who blushes again.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Do you think she's interested?" Shego asks, and takes another bite.

"Interested? Girl, she's... well... a girl!" Monique says.

"And who knows a woman's body better than another woman?" Shego asks.

Monique's jaw drops open wide and she stares at a grinning Shego.

"Are you serious?" She asks, unbelieving. Shego chuckles softly and waves the chocolate-hued girl off.

"Don't worry, Mo, it's not what you think. I was just having fun toying with her. It's nothing serious."

"Kim, what's gotten into you? You're dressed different, you're hitting on the server, it's like you're a different

person..." Monique says.

"You have no idea..." She says softly, smiling and chuckling as she waves the girl off then speaks louder. "Don't

worry, it's just a phase. Now I think I'm gonna finish my sundae then go do some shopping! See you later..."

"You mind if I go with you? I feel the need to get my shop on!"

Shego shrugs at this. "Sure, why not come along, the more the merrier." She stops and then chuckles darkly at her

perverse humor while Monique looks confused. "Don't worry, Mo, my dirty little mind just thought of something

that struck it as funny."

Monique shakes her head and walks off while Shego shrugs and goes back to eating her sundae. She glances over

and sees the server watching her from the corner of her eye. She looks over a little and takes a bite while winking,

causing the girl to blush once more. She smiles and turns her full attention to the confection, enjoying herself

thoroughly.

FIVE MINUTES LATER...

Shego works the last few bits of the delicious fare from the bowl before wiping her mouth and putting the napkin in

it. She stands and takes it to the garbage before walking over to the end of the counter, much to Monique's

confusion. The server also walks over to the end where Shego had gone.

"What's your name?" Shego asks, leaning against the counter casually.

"Elizabeth." The server replies shyly.

"Liz, you're a beautiful girl, and I can tell you're a good kid too... so I'll do something for you I don't do for many

other people, I'll give you something for nothing. Do you want to know what it is?" Elizabeth nods and leans in a

bit. "I'm going to give you a piece of advice."

"You're going to give me advice?" Elizabeth asks, confused.

"Yes. Here's the advice... if you're looking for a nice girl to settle down with, stay the hell away from me." She

says, and Elizabeth blinks, her face a mask of confusion. "Believe me when I say I'm not really a good person..."

"I don't understand..." Elizabeth says and Shego sighs.

"You're going to call me insane, and that's fine if it keeps you from pursuing me." Shego says. "This face you're

looking at is not mine. The one you're looking at belongs to Kim Possible, world-famous globetrotting heroine and

all-around do-gooder. The voice you're hearing also belongs to her, but the mind controlling them belongs to Shego,

a mercenary villainess employed by a super-villain who's bent on world domination. Lord knows I want to take you

home with me and do all sorts of deviant things until you pass out or I get bored, but I can't bring myself to do that.

I can't bring myself to hurt you by dumping you off when I'm done with you... I don't know why... I guess it's just

residual goodness from this body or maybe it's just you're too innocent to corrupt in such a fashion."

Elizabeth nods slowly while looking at her, and then speaks. "You're right; I do think that sounds crazy. That

sounds absolutely insane. And if you hadn't dropped those two names, I would have called you a loony to your face.

But I've followed Kim Possible's exploits for quite some time and I know just some of what she's gone through and

what some of the things that Doctor Drakken and the others have developed to try to take her down so I know that

what you suggested is possible... it's just a shame because I was really flattered and I guess I was hoping that you

were really interested..."

"I was, and that's the reason I'm pushing you away. I don't want to hurt you." Shego says, and Elizabeth stares at

her for a long moment. Then, on impulse, she moves forward, putting her hands on Shego's cheeks and leaning in,

pressing their mouths together in a passionate kiss. Shego loses herself in the delicious feeling of the young

woman's lips pressing to her own, but then a feeling from deep within her psyche forces itself to the surface, making

its presence known and causing Shego to end the kiss and hold the young woman at arm's length. "I'm sorry,

Elizabeth, but this was doomed before it began." Tears form in Elizabeth's eyes and Shego leans up, kissing the

young woman on the forehead. "You'll find someone in time." She turns and finds herself just a few feet from

Monique who's staring at her.

"What in the world, Girlfriend?" Monique asks. "What is going on with you?"

Shego glances over her shoulder at Elizabeth who's staring at Monique. "It's purely a term of endearment for a

friend, nothing more." She turns back to Monique. "Let's go, Mo."

"Whoa, wait a second, Kim. I've got to know something first..."

"I said let's go, Monique. I won't say it a third time. I'll just walk out and leave you here." Shego says, and then a

moment later walks out the door. Monique stares at her for a second before looking at Elizabeth, who is also silently

watching Shego's retreating form.

"I'm sorry... she's normally not like that." Monique says to Elizabeth who looks over at the dark skinned girl.

"Kim's not normally like that at all."

"I know..." She says cryptically and walks into the back room.

Monique stands there for a moment longer before racing out the front door and catching up with Shego who's

walking along the sidewalk as if nothing were the matter. Monique reaches out and grabs Shego's arm to stop her,

and is surprised when Shego suddenly slams her into the ground, with Monique's collar in her left hand and her right

hand held like an eagle's claw, poised over her chest.

"Grab me like that again, Monique, and you will not like the results." She warns with a deadly calm voice. Moments

later, she hauls the young girl back up from the ground and to her feet. "Now, what do you want that it was so

important to man-handle me?"

"Who are you and what did you do to the Kim I know?" Monique asks and Shego smiles evilly.

"You're a quick one. Took this long to catch on?" Shego asks, and Monique stares at her, confused. Shego studies

Monique's face for a long moment then snorts and rolls her eyes. "No... You didn't catch on. Just leave it alone,

Monique, and run with what's going on now, namely shopping. Now, are you in or are you out?"

"In?" Monique says, confused by this whole interaction.

"Good choice." Shego says. "Now, come on. I don't have all day." She starts off once more, and Monique is once

again forced to jog to catch up, but this time she walks alongside Shego instead of trying to stop her.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER...

Shego and Monique walk through the Middleton Mall, Shego's eyes raking from shop to shop, studying everything

with experience gleaned from her life as a thief while Monique studies the woman wearing her friend's face. Shego

walks into one store, and Monique follows her with a confused look on her face.

"Le Mans?" Monique asks. "You never shop here saying it's too expensive and that the stuff is overpriced."

"It's pronounced 'Le Ma,' Mo, not 'le manz.'" Shego replies. "And it's not too expensive or overpriced if you know

what you're looking for. Besides, it's good to splurge a little from time to time." She walks over to one rack and

begins flipping through the various outfits while a young woman in a black and white horizontal striped shirt, black

slacks, red bandanna tied about her neck, and a black beret atop her head walks over.

"I don't think that Le Mans is suited to your sort, ladies. Perhaps you would feel more at home shopping at Club

Banana or maybe Smarty Mart." She says with a stereotypical French accent. « Stupides petite filles. » (Stupid little

girls.)

"And perhaps you would be better suited to selling French Fries than French designs, what with that pathetic

pseudo-Parisian accent you're forcing. I spent five years in Normandy, Paris, and Le Mans and never heard such a

horrible accent as yours. So why do you think that you have any right to suggest I shop somewhere else?" Shego

asks, not breaking her attention from the clothing she is perusing. « Laissez-nous tranquilles, vous stupide petite

fille, vous êtes parti de votre ligue. » (Leave us alone you little girl. You are out of your league.) Monique stares at

Shego who had effortlessly switched from speaking English to French while simultaneously inspecting a black

blouse. « Je veux au parler au gérant. » (I want to talk to the manager.) The girl walks off, and walks back over a

minute later with a man in tow.

"Is there some sort of problem?" The man asks.

« Vous êtes le gérant? » She asks and he blinks. (You are the manager?)

« Oui. » He says. (Yes.)

« Ce petit clochard a suggéré que je serais plus enclins à acheter des vêtements à 'Smarty Mart' ou 'Club Banana' au

lieu de Le Mans. Quoi de plus, elle a insulté moi et mon ami. Je suis offensé et insulté par ce qu'elle dit et demande

que la justice ne vous. » She says; glancing at the girl who suddenly feels very nervous as the man turns to her. (This

little tramp suggested that I would be more inclined to buy clothes at 'Smarty Mart' or 'Club Banana' instead of Le

Mans. What's more, she insulted me and my friend. I am offended and insulted by what she said and demand that

justice be done.)

"You suggested they go to Smarty Mart or Club Banana?" He demands in English. « Vous êtes Abrogé! » (You are

fired!) He looks at the duo that watches as she walks off, looking crestfallen. "She has been terminated for her

actions. Please, accept a twenty percent..." Shego lifts her eyebrow disdainfully at him. "I mean a thirty percent

reduction in price for your entire purchase, ladies."

"You think that you can simply buy our favor?" Shego asks. "It will take more than that."

"What do you ask of me?" He asks her.

"I want unadulterated access to your private collection in addition to the thirty percent price reduction." She says,

and he hums softly. "I know what you have back there... the truly quality clothing... not these rags..." She flips the

sleeve of the shirt she had just been looking at dismissively. "If you do not, then I will tell them exactly what kind

you cater to..." He raises his eyebrow and she smiles at him. « La femme en noir et vert. » (The woman in black and

green.)

« Vous connaissez? » (You know her?)

« Elle est mon ami intime. » (She is my close friend.)

« Entrez, entrez, s'il vous plaît. » He says while guiding them to a door in the back of the store. (Enter, enter,

please.) Shego smiles as she's ushered through the door, down a hall, and then into what looks more like a palatial

walk-in closet than a clothing store. She walks over to a shirt and gently strokes her hand across the fabric while

smiling.

"I love the feel of true quality..." She purrs, smiling broadly. Monique's are wide as she gazes around the room in

awe. Shego then turns to the manager. "We will summon you when we are ready."

He bows, then turns and walks out, closing the door after them.

"All right, Mo, this is probably your only chance to ever get clothing quite this quality. This is the sort of stuff that

the Fashionistas would literally kill for. So you'd better get cracking."

"Uh... Kim... I don't have near enough to afford something like this." Monique says, the financial reality of the

moment striking her.

"Don't worry, Mo, I've got it covered." Shego says, grinning. She then walks over to one wall where she sees

sleeveless shirts hanging and gazes at them for a long moment before choosing one in black with what looks like a

green tear across the chest and abdomen. "Fierce..." She says as she strips off her shirt while Monique turns to ask

her a question.

"Kim!"

Shego turns, and Monique notices immediately that she is braless and her breasts are on prominent display. "Yes?"

She asks, having paused putting on the shirt.

"You're... you're topless..." Monique says.

"Yes, I am, and feeling rather cold too. Is that the problem?" Shego asks.

"Why are you topless?"

"I wanted to try on this shirt." She says, pulling it on at last. Monique stares at the shirt which fits Kim's body like

a glove, conforming to her every curve deliciously. Shego runs her hands down her body and grins broadly. "Ooh...

yeah... I like this..." She strips off the shirt and quickly puts it off to the side before she goes back to browsing, still

topless.

"Aren't you going to put something on between shirts?" Monique asks.

"I doubt we'll have company since most people don't even know this area exists, and the manager only allows one

customer or group at a time." Shego replies. "So I could strut around naked and not have a care in the world."

"Oh." Monique says, once more stunned by Shego's curious demeanor. Moments later, she shrugs and begins

shopping as well.

THREE HOURS LATER...

Shego has a small pile of clothing sitting and waiting for her, a broad smile on her lips. She looks over at Monique

who has a few items set off to the side as well and who is dressed. She takes one more pair of slacks from the shelf

and after trying them on adds them to the pile. She then gets dressed once more and walks to a phone which she lifts

from its cradle and holds to her ear.

« C'est fin. » She says and hangs up. (We are finished.) A minute later, the manager walks in with a smile on his

face followed by a svelte young woman and a strapping young man who is carrying a roll of butcher paper on his

left shoulder and a roll of fine cord in his right hand which he sets down gently on a nearby table.

The young woman is dressed in a nicely pressed white button-down oxford shirt with a breast pocket and black

slacks. Her beautiful auburn hair is trimmed short with the tips ending just below her jaw line, and has a beautiful

healthy sheen to it, the look highlighting her naturally lovely facial structure. She is wearing highly polished black

leather shoes which nicely complete the image. The young man is wearing a white tee-shirt and black slacks with a

pair of black suspenders that run across his shoulders and cross in the back. His hair is slicked back, giving the

image of a romantic French dock worker as he stands there.

"Did you find everything you wanted?" He asks.

"For the most part, yes, we did." Shego says, and he nods before taking a pencil from behind his ear and pulling out

a small book. He walks over to the clothing and quickly goes through each article, recording the price in the book

before walking to Monique's stack as well. Then he taps the book for a moment before writing one more thing down

and looking at Shego.

"The total comes to thirteen hundred thirty-five dollars." He says. Monique's eyes go wide and her jaw falls open.

Shego pulls out the requested amount and hands it to the manager before taking out another hundred dollars and

holding it up between her index and middle fingers.

"Payment to forget we were ever here." Shego says and the manager blinks at this. She then steps closer, reaches

into his jacket, and slips the money into his shirt's breast pocket. She then steps back and he nods to the young

woman who walks over and gently lifts the pile of clothing and carries it over to the table which she sets down. She

then takes out a length of butcher paper and slices it off before taking each item and carefully refolding it, piling

each item atop the next, putting a piece of crepe paper between each article.

"Kim?" Monique says softly.

Shego walks over to her, and then looks at the young woman who is carefully working with the clothing. "Is

something the matter, Mo?"

"Why are you doing this for me?" She asks. "I mean... really..."

"Is it wrong for someone to do something for someone else just because they want to?" Shego asks, confused by

this.

"Doing something for someone is one thing. You just spent thirteen hundred dollars on clothing for yourself and for

me. Why?"

"I did it because I wanted to, and that's all you should really worry about." Shego says, and then looks over at the

girl who is wrapping the clothing. « Oh! Mon cher, s'il vous plaît placez le chemisier noir sous le chemisier bleue. »

(My dear, please place the black blouse under the blue blouse.)

« Oui, Mademoiselle. » The young woman says softly. (Yes, my lady.) She then places the blue blouse above the

black blouse and continues with her work. As she finishes, she carefully folds the paper over the clothing and the

young man lifts the roll of cord into the table. He stretches it out quickly, then deftly slices it with a small knife and

sets it down next to the table once more before handing the girl the cord. He then gently lifts the wrapped clothing

and she lays the cord across the top before looping it below the bundle and bringing it around and tying it the other

way, securing the purchase deftly and with great efficiency. She ties it off and Shego smiles as she sees less than

three inches of cord has extended past the knot.

« C'est magnifique. » She says and the young woman blushes lightly. (This is perfect.)

« Merci beaucoup. » She replies softly. (Thank you.)

The young man then lifts the bundle gingerly and sets it off to the side while the young woman sets out another

piece of butcher paper. The young man then brings over Monique's purchase and they bundle it as well, working

with practiced efficiency. Once they're finished, Monique looks at the plain looking bundle.

"Thank you." Monique says.

"You are welcome." The young woman says with a slight French accent.

Shego then pulls out several bills from her pocket and walks over to the young woman who watches her carefully. «

Merci encore, Colette, pour votre travail. Ceci est absolument parfait. Vous avez fait un travail magnifique et je dois

dire vous est une belle jeune femme. Vous allez faire une très belle fiancée à l'avenir, je vous le promets. Ceci est

pour votre mariage à venir. » She says in soft voice as she takes the folded money and slips it into the breast pocket

of the young woman before patting it gently, smiling softly as she looks her in the eye. (Thank you again, Colette,

for your work. This is absolutely perfect. You have done a wonderful job and I must say you are a beautiful young

woman. You will make a beautiful bride in the future, I promise you. This is for the wedding to come.)

« Mon mariage? Que voulez-vous dire? » The young woman, Colette, asks in a hushed tone. (My marriage? What

do you mean?)

« Je sais que vous serez en épousant Jean-Claude bientôt. Cet argent est pour vous aider. » Shego says quietly. (I

know that you will be marrying Jean-Claude soon. This money is to help.)

« Qui vous a dit mon engagement..? J'ai seulement dit Mme Green! » Collette stares at Shego who smiles. (Who

told you my engagement...? I only told Mrs. Green!)

« Oui. » Shego nods. (Yes.)

« Mais vous n'êtes pas... » Colette trails off. (But you are not...)

« Mais je suis. » Shego says. (But I am.)

« Comment? » Colette asks. (How?)

« Magico. » Shego says. (Magic.)

« Cela ne peut pas être vrai... » Colette says, shaking her head. (This cannot be true...)

« J'ai été une fois avoué que vous avez voulu me baiser, mais je n'ai jamais vous a permis d'avoir cette occasion. »

Shego says. (I was once told that you wanted to kiss me, but I never allowed you to have this opportunity.)

« C'est vous! Je ne sais pas comment, mais c'est vous! » Colette exclaims. (It's you! I do not know how, but it's

you.)

« Oui, Colette, c'est moi. » Shego affirms. (Yes, Colette, it's me.)

« Allez-vous revenir? » Colette asks. (Will you come back?)

« Pas dans ce corps, je le crains, peut-être que lorsque je suis dans mon corps réel de nouveau. » Shego says sadly.

(Not in this body, I am afraid, maybe when I am in my real body again.)

"Ah." Colette says with a nod.

« Voici quelque chose pour se souvenir de moi. » Shego says, and smiles. (Here's something to remember me.)

Shego reaches out, and tenderly takes the young woman into her arms, pressing her lips to Colette's in a slow, sweet

kiss. Colette tenses at first, but then relaxes and enjoys the tender show of affection. Once Shego ends the kiss, she

kisses Colette gently on the forehead.

« Merci... mon ami... » Colette says. (Thank you... my friend...)

« Je t'en prie. » (My pleasure.) Shego says, smiling at her. She then steps back and turns to the young man who is

standing there. « Prendre soin d'elle. » (Take care of her.)

« Oui, mademoiselle. » He says. (Yes, ma'am.)

Colette then takes Shego's purchase and carries it over to her, handing it to her gently. She takes it with a smile

which Colette returns genuinely. She then retrieves Monique's purchase and brings it to her. « Prendre soin d'elle.

Elle est une bonne femme. » (Take care of her. She is a good woman.)

Monique stares at the young woman for a long moment and Shego chuckles softly, drawing Colette's attention. «

Monique ne parle pas français. » She says and Colette's eyes light up. (Monique does not speak French.)

"Ah! Pardonne-moi. Monique, she is a good woman. Take care of her." She says with a soft but distinct French

accent, and Monique stares at her before turning to Shego who's standing there with a smile.

"C'mon, Monique, let's go." She says, and turns to the door that the manager has opened for them. « Merci. »

(Thank you.) They walk out of the back room, and back through the store, making their way back out into the mall

proper. "All right... now let's to another store."

"Kim, you just spent thirteen hundred dollars at Le Mans! Now you're intent on going somewhere else?" Monique

asks; her expression one of shock.

"Yes. I've still got more stuff on my shopping list. This was just the clothing stop. Next up... Paula Stonework."

Shego says.

"Paula Stonework... you mean the Paula Stonework salon?" She asks, incredulous.

"Yes, Monique, I mean the salon. The reason is that they have the best shampoo in this mall and I can't stand the

stuff I've got right now and I want to replace it with something of value." She says, and walks off with Monique in

hot pursuit. Five minutes later, they walk into the salon and a young woman walks over to them.

"Can I help you..? Kim? What are you doing here?"

Shego looks at the young woman for a long moment. "Hey, Amelia, I'm here for some of the Tropical Infusion

shampoo and conditioner."

"Uh... you do realize that it is twenty dollars per bottle... right?" Amelia asks, concerned, and Shego nods.

"Yeah, I do. The stuff I've got now is murder on my mane and I'm looking to upgrade." Shego says, and then walks

over to a display before looking at it for a moment. She then turns to Amelia who's still looking at her. "Amelia,

honey, I've got a huge favor to ask of you... could you grab a few bottles of each for me? My hands are full from

shopping at Le Mans."

"Le Mans? You're shopping there now?" Amelia asks.

"Yeah," Shego says. "I was looking to upgrade my outfits too."

"Upgrading everything, aren't you." Amelia says dryly.

"You could say that." Shego says. Amelia walks over and takes down three bottles of shampoo and three of

conditioner, setting them on the bundle in Shego's hands.

"Anything else?" She asks.

"Yeah, one of your deluxe brushes... and two cans of your strong control and volumizing mousse." Shego says, and

the young woman picks the items before depositing them in her hands. Shego grins broadly. "Ok, I think that's

about it." She says, walking over to the counter where she sets down her things and she is rung up. One hundred and

sixty dollars later, she walks out with two bags and the bundle in her arms and a broad smile on her face.

"Anywhere else?" Monique asks. "Jean Beauchamp Nails for a Mani Pedi?"

"No. I do my own nails. I don't trust anyone else to try it." She says. "And I think that's about it. Say, you want to

get something to eat? I'm starving."

"Where did you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking Lisa's Diner." Shego says. "I haven't eaten there in years..."

"You're kidding. You just went shopping at Paula Stonework after shopping at Le Mans and now you want to go to

LISA'S DINER? That's a twist!"

"What can I say? They've got great gravy-smothered French fries." Shego says, blushing slightly.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER...

Shego and Monique walk into the diner, and over to a booth where they sit down, setting their purchases on the

benches next to them. A young woman wearing a white shirt, black slacks, and a black half-apron walks over to

them, smiling as she does. Shego looks at her, and then does a double-take, her eyes going wide as she does.

"Hi, can I start you two off with something?" She asks.

"Marla?" Shego says; her voice full of wonder.

"Do I know you?" The girl asks, confused.

"Your mom has you waitressing now?" Shego asks.

"Yeah... I've been doing this since I turned sixteen." The girl, Marla, says.

"And how old are you?" Shego asks.

"Eighteen. Why?" She asks, and Shego pales.

"Oh Lord, I feel so old." Shego says, holding her forehead, and a woman walks over to the table. She's a lovely

middle-aged woman who bears a striking resemblance to Marla. Shego looks at her, a bright smile forming on her

lips.

"Something I can help you ladies with?" The woman asks.

"Holy hell... Lisa, you haven't aged a day!" Shego says. "You're just as beautiful as ever!"

"Do I know you?" Lisa asks and Marla—Lisa's daughter—looks at her before looking back at Shego. Shego looks

down at herself, and then looks back up.

"Fuck." Shego says, causing Monique's jaw to drop open from shock.

"I don't appreciate that sort of language, young lady." Lisa says.

Shego stands, and both Marla and Lisa take a step back. "Ok... this is gonna sound weird... but you know me from

the past... but not looking like this."

"Ok, I'm calling the police." She says, and turns around.

"Wait! Sweets! Please!" Shego says, and the woman stops dead in her tracks, slowly turning with an icy cold

expression on her face.

"Nobody... and I mean NOBODY calls me Sweets!" She says, her face turning livid as she speaks.

"Sure thing... Sugar Plum," Shego says, smiling, and all the blood rushes out of Lisa's face.

"Kiwi... is that you?" She says slowly, her eyes with shock.

"Damn I hate that nickname... yeah. It's me, Sugar Plum." Shego says. Moments later, the woman embraces Shego

who returns it warmly. "It's been far too long."

"Yes, it has." She says. "What happened to you? You fell off the face of the earth!"

"Mom..? What's going on?" Marla asks.

"Marla, this is..." The woman starts, but Shego interrupts.

"Kim!" Shego blurts, and the woman looks over at her. "My name is Kim. I know your mom from a long time ago.

She and I were best friends. Right, Lisa?"

Lisa stares at her for a long moment before glancing at Monique and nodding her agreement slowly. "Yeah... this is

Kim, my friend from a long time ago."

"If she's your friend from a long time ago, then why didn't you tell me about her? You told me about..." Marla

starts, but a glare from her mother makes her go silent.

"Marla, Kim, I would like to see you two in my office." She says, and then turns to Monique who's watching the

whole interaction. "My apologies, your meal and drinks are on the house. I'll have Sylvia come over and take your

order."

"Thanks..." Monique says, and watches as Lisa walks off with Marla and Shego in tow. Once they're out of sight,

she takes out her cell phone and dials a phone number. She listens to it ring, then hears a click and Wade's voice.

"Hello?" He says.

"Wade, its Monique... Boy, there's something freaky going on with Kim." She says; her voice excited.

"What's up?" He asks, concerned.

"Ok... first things first... Is Kim gay?"

"What? Not that I know of... why?" He asks.

"Because this Kim I'm with was hitting on the server at the ice cream parlor, kissed a girl at Le Mans, and just went

into the manager's office with Lisa and her daughter Marla saying that she was an 'old friend' of hers from way

back. Also, does Kim have thirteen hundred dollars to drop on clothes from Le Mans and almost two hundred to

drop at Paula Stonework Salon?"

"Uh... last time I checked, she had about two hundred and that was because she was saving for a rainy day." He

says. "She wouldn't just blow the money on clothes and salon products."

"Ok... then what about this... Can Kim speak French?" She asks, and then glances over at a woman who's standing

there. "Large water, no ice, with a lemon wedge please." The woman nods and walks off. "Sorry. Anyway, can she

speak French?"

"She passed French class with a B average." He says. "Why?"

"Because she was talking to the girl at Le Mans—Colette I think her name was—in fluent French. She also told off a

girl who worked there in French while at the same time browsing through clothes... and she was talking to the

manager in French, and the way she was talking, it was second nature to her... she even said she spent five years in

Normandy, Paris, and Le Mans."

"As far as I know, she's never been to any of those cities." Wade says. "I've got a lock on Kim's Kimmunicator, and

I'm showing its location as the back room of Lisa's Diner."

"That's where she's at. Can you get a scan of her?" Monique asks.

"Yes. But I can't do much without giving myself away." Wade says.

"Just get me whatever you can. I need this, Wade. Kim might be in real trouble." Monique says, genuine concern

coloring her voice.

IN THE OFFICE, FIVE MINUTES EARLIER...

Lisa closes the door and a moment later surprises her daughter when she latches onto the redhead and kisses her

full-force on the lips, a gesture which Shego returns with interest, her hands sliding up and down the waitress' sides as

she holds her tight. As their lips break from one another, they're panting and staring into one another's eyes.

"What the fuck..?" Marla says, and they both turn to her. She's staring at them with wide eyes. "Seriously... what the

fuck..?"

"Marla..." Lisa says. "Marla honey... I can explain..."

"You're her! You're Shego!" Marla exclaims. "You're the one that mom did in Monterey Bay!"

"Marla!" Lisa exclaims.

"On, honey, on Monterey Bay, not in it, we were on a yacht at the time. I wanted to do her in the bay, but she didn't

want to risk losing anything in the water so we got out first." Shego says and Marla's eyes narrow dangerously.

"And before you even try that stunt, your mother was already separated from your father AND you were with him at

the time. The only reason you found out is because she decided to tell you."

"I didn't want to keep anything from you, Marla." Lisa says. "I've never wanted to, and that's why we've got such

an open relationship."

Marla glares at Shego who rolls her eyes in return.

"Don't even try your patented death glare. Do you remember who taught it to you when you were just a little girl?"

She blinks, the curiosity of the odd statement cutting through to her. "It was me. I taught you the glare. You

remember the pretty woman with the long black hair and green skin? Yeah. That's me... I'm just in another body for

now."

"Impossible!" Marla declares.

"Believe it, Peach." Shego says, and Marla draws in a sharp breath at this. Nobody ever calls her Peach... save for

one woman...

"It can't be... you can't be Auntie Kiwi..." Marla says. "It's impossible..."

"Nothing's impossible, Peach Pit, not for me it's not." Shego says tenderly as the Kimmunicator comes to life, and

stealthily scanning the room, transmitting all it detects within the office. "Now, you can't say who I am. I have to be

Kim because that's how Monique and everyone know me. If they find out the truth... then Kim will be destroyed...

and I can't let that happen... because I love her and don't want her to be gone like that... not because of me."

"Do you really love her, Auntie Kiwi?" Marla asks, and Shego stands there, her words having flowed from her lips

far too quickly to properly control.

"Yes, honey, she does." Lisa says, and Shego turns to her, a confused expression on her face. "You can see it in her

eyes, and hear it in her voice. She loves that young woman and doesn't want her to suffer."

"Sugar Plum..." Shego starts, but Lisa holds up her hand, quelling her.

"You and I spent a beautiful time together, Kiwi. What we shared in Monterey was and is among the most treasured

memories. But we knew it wasn't to last... a quality which added to the passion of our time... and which made it that

much more memorable. One thing I took from that time was a very intimate knowledge of you, and no matter what

happens, no matter how much you may change, there are certain things you cannot change about yourself no matter

how much you try. And it's those things that tell me you love her. So take care of her. Protect and shelter that young

woman the best you can."

"I will... thank you, Sugar Plum." Shego says.

"You're welcome, Kiwi. Now I want one more taste of that sweet fruit..." She says, stepping close once more and

embracing Shego, kissing her with a slow-burning desire rather than the fierce passion of before. As they break the

kiss, they lean back and touch their foreheads to one another's as they speak in unison.

"Forever and a day, I will hold you in my heart, my dearest love in this moment, unlike any other, holding a special

place of honor. I will always care for you." Shego and Lisa say while Marla watches silently. As the women part

from one another, Marla steps up to her.

"Auntie Kiwi?" She says, and Shego turns to her. "I'm sorry I snapped earlier... and I wanted to say... I love you..."

Shego smiles warmly at this. "I love you too, Peach Pit." She says and embraces the young woman who returns the

embrace warmly and kisses the redhead on the cheek. Shego smiles as she leans back and kisses her on the forehead.

"Always the trouble maker, aren't you?"

"Of course I am!" She says, smiling proudly as they step apart.

"Now I think that it would be best if you got back to your lady friend. I'm sure that she will be curious as to just

where you have gotten to." Lisa says, and they step out of the office and walk back to the table. As they arrive,

Monique hangs up her cell phone and puts it into her pocket.

"Sorry that took so long, we had to get some things sorted out." Shego says.

"I lost my appetite." Monique says coldly, standing up. She then puts the clothes from Le Mans on the table. "Here

you go, Peach Pit, you can probably fit these." She turns and makes to walk to the door, but Shego is faster and

springs over her head, landing before her in a crouch. She stands upright and glares at the dark skinned young

woman dangerously.

"You had better start explaining just what the fuck you said right now or so help me God I will make your day a

living fucking hell." Shego says, her voice dripping with malice. "Starting with just how the hell you knew I called

her Peach Pit."

"Wade tipped me off." Monique says. Shego takes the Kimmunicator out of her pocket and presses a button. The

screen lights up and shows the reclusive technophile in his room.

"Nerdlinger, you are a fucking dead man when I get there." Shego says. This draws a gasp from both Monique and

Wade who draw the same conclusion.

"Shego!" They say in unison, and her eyes narrow. Moments later, she lashes out in a vicious attack that stops just

inches from Monique's chest.

"No fucking duh. Now forget you saw anything; forget you heard anything; forget this ever happened. If you do

those things, both of you will live long, prosperous lives. If you don't do them... your lives will be neither long nor

prosperous. Do you understand me?" She asks.

"What did you do to Kim?" Wade demands while Monique is mute with fear.

"I didn't do anything to her. She's me, I'm her. I'm trying to live her fucking life, but it's damned hard." Shego

says. "I've got this fucking baggage in the back of my head that won't let go. It's giving me a damned migraine to

beat the band."

"What sort of baggage, Kiwi?" Lisa asks.

"I went to Le Mans and gave myself away because I was too familiar with Colette, spoke fluent French, and spent

thirteen hundred dollars like it was nothing. Then I went to Paula Stonework and spent another hundred and fifty

like it was nothing. Then I let my emotions get the best of me and blew my cover with you two..." Shego says. "It's

like I'm out of control..."

"Kiwi, how old is the body you're in?" Lisa asks.

"Seventeen..." Shego says.

"And how old is your mind?" Lisa asks.

"Twenty-five..." Shego replies.

"You've already gone through the hormones once before... now you've got round two with a new body. And this

time, you're not expecting it. I'd bet even money on that your migraine is caused by your hormonal loads." Lisa

says, smiling. "Welcome to the roller-coaster."

"I'm in hell." Shego says, holding her head. She then looks at Monique who's still standing there. "Go get your

damned things from Le Mans. Peach won't wear the stuff you do. Her style is different than yours and I got it for

you."

She walks over, and picks up her things while Shego walks over to Lisa who's looking at the various patrons who

are staring at her.

"I'm sorry, Sugar Plum, I really am. I didn't want to cause hell in your shop... is there any way I can make it up to

you?" Shego asks.

"Come by again." She says. "That's about the only way you can pay me back, Kiwi."

"Thanks, Sugar." She says, kissing the woman tenderly on the cheek before giving Marla one more kiss on the

forehead. She then walks over and picks up her own things before they walk out of the shop. "I'm going home. You

can go wherever you choose. But let me suggest one thing to you: don't tell anyone what you saw, what you heard,

or what you know or you will pay."

Monique nods slowly, and then walks off back to her own house while Shego makes her way back to the Possible

residence. When she arrives, she finds that the house is empty and a note is in the kitchen on the table.

'Kimmie... your brothers are staying the night at Eric's house, and your father and I have decided we're going to

have a night out on the town. Dinner's in the fridge. Feel free to eat whatever. We should be home at about midnight

or so, so don't stay up for us. Mom'

She looks up from the note. "Oh, yeah..." She says, a broad grin splitting her face. "This is gonna be a whole lot of

fun... but first things first..." She walks upstairs and puts down her purchase on the bed. She strips off her clothes

and smiles as she feels the cold air strike her hot body, making goose-bumps appear from head to toe. "I swear this

body's always ready to go..." She grins.

TWO HOURS LATER...

Shego walks into the bathroom, finally feeling satisfied, and steps into the shower with a small smile on her lips,

feeling both relaxed and re-energized at the same time. She turns the water to hot, and sighs heavily as she feels the

water beat against her skin once more. After forty-five minutes, she steps from the shower with a towel wrapped

around her hair and another wrapped around her body. She walks into the bedroom and dries off before dressing in a

comfortable pair of pajama pants and a cotton tank top. She walks downstairs and makes herself a massive plate of

nachos before sitting down in front of the TV. She turns it on, and begins vegetating. The next thing she knows she's

in someone's arms, floating along gently. She opens her eyes and looks around, finding she's moving through the

Possible home. She looks at the person holding her, and sees that it's Doctor James Possible, Kim's father.

"Daddy?" She says, falling back on her knowledge of Kim's behavior.

"Hey, Kimmie-cub..." He says, smiling at her. "We came home and found you crashed out on the couch. You

must've had quite an exhausting day since you didn't even touch your nachos..." She smiles gently, and then closes

her eyes once more, resting her head against him as he carries her up to her room and slips her into bed before

covering her up and kissing her on the forehead. "Good night, Kimmie."

"Sweet dreams, honey." She hears Ann say, and then feels a gentle kiss on her forehead. With this, she drifts off to

sleep with a soft smile on her lips while idly wondering how Kim is handling her new life...

End of Chapter One

HUGE thanks to Anime_Apothecary for being my beta-reader. You're awesome! Thank you so much! And thank

you, readers, for reading this far. I hope to hear reviews (good, bad, or indifferent) and I'm planning on getting up

the next chapter in the next few days (life permitting ~_~). Thanks again!

TK