A/N Be warned. This is one of my strangest fanfics EVER. I had a thought, I acted on it, I now need reviews to continue it. Please read, be open minded, and forgive me if this fries your circuitry.
Secrets Behind Windows of Opportunity
It was an opportunity he now desperately wished he had missed. The door had only opened for a moment, and the chance had been so tantalizing, so perfect, he hadn't been able to resist. Not only would entering that forbidden room provide valuable intel, it would relieve the boredom of the sixth recon mission in two solar cycles.
So, with a quiet pounce he leapt over Rumble's frame as the Decepticon left and landed like a cat as the door slid shut behind him. A voice sounded almost directly above him.
"Thank Primus, I thought he'd never leave."
Mirage backpedalled as swiftly as stealth would allow as Starscream took a step forward, towards his uninvited guest, reaching over the scout's head to lock a rather extensive defense system on the door into place. Mirage remained frozen in his crouch by the wall. Despite being trapped in a room with one of the worst Decepticons in history, his blue optics were brilliant with excitement as they followed Starscream into the center of the room.
Starscream's ruby colored optics shifted from side to side, even though he was probably positive that he was alone. Then he raised his hands to his chassi.
What Mirage saw next would change his life…forever.
Starscream was suddenly running his servoes up and down his own armor, twisting here, shifting there, sliding there. Mirage watched in fascination. His initial disgust rapidly faded as he realized Starscream was not free-sparking himself, he was…changing…somehow. With every deft movement of the Seeker's hands his frame grew slighter, curves began to appear, and (to Mirage's shock) Starscream's wings slid from his back and landed with a thud on the floor, exposing perfectly normal back-plating.
Mirage didn't even notice as his field dropped in surprise.
A flicker of suspicion, at first repulsed by denial, returned full force as Starscream wheeled back around.
It the was the worst moment in Mirage's entire undercover career. Starscream's lips parted in a quiet, melodic gasp as ruby-red optics landed on him. Mirage broke the moment with a blink.
"Dear, sweet Primus and the Allspark…" He whispered, optics automatically appraising Starscream's new form. "Starscream's a femme."
A/N Short taste as a prologue. And yes, I DID do that. Please read on if you can.