Disclaimer:I do not own the Kim Possible characters, plot, or any other aspect of the show.
I will admit that this story is not my best, but maybe it will make the others look better like the pretty girl's fat friend.
Feverish moans could be heard coming from a frail young woman. Kim writhed feebly as dark strands of red hair stuck to her face. Her mouth twisted in agony and her eyes snapped shut. In the adjacent doorway a green specter stood grinning coyly at the suffering woman. Although she calmly leaned against the doorframe, Shego was stiff and resembled a fallen pillar still maintaining its original rigidity. Her folded arms suggested a serious and composed attitude, however, her tilted head betrayed her sober demeanor.
With her playfulness exposed Kim decided it was her opportunity to attack. Shego would carouse about and attempt to snare her prey, but would unwittingly fall into Kim's trap. Kim put her plan into action after the brief examination of her query. The moaning began on a much higher decibel and was accompanied by a body twisted and contorted in discomfort. "You really went all out for this act didn't you?" Shego mockingly pointed out. "You do realize that you brought this entire situation down upon yourself?" Shego continued. "If you had listened to me," she lifted herself from the doorframe as though the hand of God had reached down righting the collapsed pillar, "this pain would have been evaded." She had made her way to the center of the room and smirked knowingly at the young woman. "You can stop with the act, Kim" Shego bluntly stated.
She'd been found out. Panic filled Kim's suddenly painless face and blood filled her head. She felt as though it would overflow and spill to the floor. Her mind sprinted to find some excuse or plan of escape to flee Shego. "Is that embarrassment I see?" Shego's sarcasm was accompanied by an immense smirk. The realization that she had made a horrible mistake hit Kim with its full force. Shego strode forcefully toward Kim's small island. There was no sanctuary in sight as Shego descended upon her. Her bare, bleached hand reached out toward Kim's face, but at the last moment its coarse diverted and dove behind the mountainous pillow beneath her head. As her hand revealed itself, Kim knew that the last remnants of her conspiracy had been detected. Gently held in Shego's fingers was a small, blue bottle. She brought the container within a few inches of Kim's face and shook its liquid contents. Kim's clamped shut as her only awareness became the deep pulsing between her ears. When Kim reopened her eyes, she watched in terror as with her opposite hand Shego reached toward the table beside the bed. From it she lifted up a long and lucid sliver of glass. She brought it into Kim's sight. Kim glanced between the object in her hand to the woman's face. I held nothing but mocking bewilderment and surprise.
Shego returned to her stationary, upright position. The smirk invaded her lips and she surveyed the woman. "You left the thermometer on the lamp" she announced. Kim's face began to glow scarlet and the pulsing in her ears became unbearable. "I think the clamminess was a bit much" Shego said in amusement. The heat emanating from Kim's face could have melted the thick, waxy embarrassment she felt. Kim swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood; she refused to face this indignation. She attempted to paint confidence over her shame as she sauntered past Shego toward the closet. Kim buried her head in the many scents and textures of the clothes. A muffled groan could be heard through the cloth. Shego made her way to Kim as she said, "I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that it was your idea to meet my parents."