This was inspired by this website (remove spaces): http : / /askgenderbendlayton. tumblr. com

This will be a bunch of oneshots (maybe twoshots or continuing jokes/themes) revolving around the fact that a character (or more than one) is a different gender. Hilarity ensues.

So today: Hershette Layton and the Spectre's Call!


"W-who are you?" Luke Triton gazed up into the face of the woman. She was truly beautiful, though her eyes were like dots.

"I am Professor Hershette Layton, but everyone calls me Hershie. I am here to solve this wonderful spectre mystery!" The woman smiled. Luke felt his heart skip a beat.

"Um, hi, Hershie," Luke mumbled. "You can come into my room, if you want to.." Hershie grinned.

"That would be lovely, little Luke!" Hershie exclaimed. Usually, Luke hated being called small, but because it was Hershie, it was okay. She was absolutely beautiful, with medium length brown hair and beady eyes. Hershie walked into Luke's room and pulled over a chair, sitting down. "Shall we talk about the spectre?"

"The world will end," Luke said instinctively. His father Clark burst into the room, fuming.

"How dare you treat Hershette like this?" Clark burst out. "She has come here to save our town, not listen to your idiotic ramblings!"

"Oh no, Clark," Hershie said, waving a hand. "We are fine. Bring Emery up, will you? I think he's had enough talking with Dolina for now." Clark nodded and rushed out, his heart still racing. He had a chance with Hershette, she was still single and in his age group. Besides, he was growing sick of Brenda. "Now Luke, how is the world going to end?"

"...I don't want to say anything," Luke mumbled. "Can we t-talk about y-you?"

"Well, what do you want to know? Surely I'm not that interesting," Hershette laughed softly.

"Who's Emery?" Luke asked, the same time as the man strode through the door.

"Yo, 'Fessah! Why you wasting your time talkin' to the squirt?" Emery asked, gesturing to Luke as the squirt.

"Emery!" Hershie scolded. "Do not call him a squirt! Luke, this is Emery. He is a rather unruly boy I first met and saved from a pickpocketing charge. He now works as a journalist; isn't it wonderful, Emery?"

"No," Emery grumbled, but caught himself at Hershie's glare. "Uh, I mean yes! YES!"

"Okay," Luke mumbled. It looked incredibly like Hershie and Emery were going out... But he could be mistaken.

"I know what would do us all a bit of good!" Hershie exclaimed. "We should all go outside and explore the town - I think it's a very nice place! I love water..."

"Alright," Emery grumbled. "Though we were just out..."

"Please, Emery, spare us from your moaning for a minute!" Hershie snapped. "Now come on. Let us go."

Luke gently latched onto Hershie's arm as they walked out, but Hershie didn't mind. After all, he was an emotionally unstable little boy... wasn't he?