Morning came early for two slumbering individuals, holed up in a semi-rundown apartment building in the bad side of town. The bright sunlight streamed through a grimy window and right into the face of Megavolt, who was sprawled out over a untidy, sagging bed. The nights had been unbearably warm in St. Canard the past week, so the rodent was clad in only a pair of boxers and an old under shirt.

Megavolt groaned in a half-asleep daze and turned over on his side. But unfortunately, the sun was still in his face and he'd lost his only curtain in an accidental outlet fire a month ago. He growled and gave up, pushing himself into a sitting position, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and then finally standing up. He pressed his hands against the lower part of his back until it popped, as was his morning ritual, then slumped forward again and reached back to scratch his butt.

He gave his head a quick shake. Man, was it hot in that small apartment. Not only that, but Megavolt felt terrible. His whole body ached and he felt like he hadn't slept at all the night before. Maybe he hadn't. Maybe he and Quackerjack had screwed all night? He tried to remember but couldn't.

Turning back around to face the bed, Megavolt stretched and yawned. He smiled. Quackerjack lay on his side in a fetal position, in nothing but an old t-shirt of Megavolt's. He breathed softly, as the rodent's tired eyes walked over his friend's curves, down his shapely, slender legs, and-

... And that was not Quackerjack in Megavolt's bed.

Megavolt's eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open as the realization hit him like a mac truck. There was a woman sleeping in his bed. A WOMAN!

The electrically charged villain's mind began to race. He tried desperately to remember the previous night's events. For any reason what-so-ever that just might validate a reason for having a women in his bed at that moment. But he was drawing a blank. He remembered a fair. He remembered Darkwing showing up, and then a grave yard. And there was a woman in the grave yard, wasn't there?

"Oh noooo..." he heard himself, or someone squeak, from far away.

Panic and despair overtook him as his hands clutched at the hair on the sides of his head and his knees came together. "WHAT HAVE I DOOOONE?"

The said mysterious woman shrieked, Megavolt's scream startling her awake. She jolted up, arms and limbs flying about, giving the rodent a good view of the woman's rear and tail feathers. (Seeing that the female duck had on no underwear seemed to only make the electrical villain feel like he was going to hurl from guilt.) The woman then fell out of the bed with a loud thud.

"Oooouch! That hurt!"

She then began climbing back up to her feet. Eyes closed as the duck was still getting used to the light. Once up, she rubbed her sore bottom. Again, more guilt settled in as Megavolt saw she was actually wearing HIS old "I HEART NERDS" t-shirt. (Oh, how Quackerjack would never forgive him for this! …even if he didn't actually recollect doing anything with the female. BUT OH THE SHAME!) The lady started to speak again.

"What was the big idea with all the screamin', Me-HOLY SNIPPING BALLS, Flying Ratman!" She had opened her eyes to see the rodent before her", Who the HECK are YOU?"

She looked around, grabbing the nearest thing the woman could find. The duck grabbed Larry, the nightstand lamp, off from its little table. She wielded it like a weapon.

Megavolt gasped. The situation had somehow gotten even worse as the life of one of his electrical comrades was put into danger. His overwhelming guilt was shoved onto the back burner for the time being, as anger overrode it. NO body threatened Megavolt, OR his liberated pals! His fists clenched in anger at his sides and began to spark sporadically. He clenched his teeth and glared back at the curvy feminine duck across from him. He glared at her small but firm rack, and her deliciously curvy hips, and her-

The rodent flushed a deep red and he shook his head to clear it. Right. Keep your eyes on her face. Her face. OH DEAR EDISON THAT'S NOT HER FACE.

"Unhand my pal, you... you, intruder! OR PREPARE TO FACE THE WRATH OF M-" he stopped here to clear his throat loudly. Man that had not sounded nearly as threatening as he'd intended. There was something wrong with his voice, maybe he was coming down with a cold, or...

Oh no. Maybe all of Quackerjack's talk about cooties hadn't been just nonsense, after all. But if HE had ended up with cooties, then that meant...

Megavolt paled and the knot in his stomach returned. "Oh ... oh no... we... did I... did WE... Oh please tell me we didn't... I think I'm gonna hurl." and with that, the villain clutched his stomach, doubled over and let out a sick belch, as he sunk to his knees.

The female stuck out her tongue from disgust. Her protruding overbite biting down on it. "Sheesh. You're acting like ya never seen a guy before. Honestly, heh, your reaction is worse than something Megs would…."

Jingling was heard as she clinched her body, becoming stiff as a notion came to mind. The duck dropped the lamp, Larry breaking into pieces from the crash, as she jumped onto the bed and began to peek over the side. Her curiosity overpowering whatever trepidations she might have had. She looked down at the electrical rodent, as the woman raised a brow.

"…Megavolt?".

"Oh, you remember my name, good. Maybe you can remember what we-" at this moment Megavolt looked up into the woman's face. He stared dumbly for awhile. She was wearing Quackerjack's jester mask. And although her bill was a lot shorter, it still had that overbite, albeit to a lesser degree. But it was the eyes that gave him away. Although a lot more feminine now, there was no mistaking the Quackerjack brand of crazy gleaming in them.

The knot dissolved and he was able to concentrate some again. He removed his hands from his stomach and put them on the floor, where his gaze fell seconds later. "Quackerjack." he said, without looking up. "Why are you a woman?" his tone was tired and he sounded mildly annoyed.

Quackerjack, the mystery of WHO the woman was gone, scoffed.
"Now look HERE, bucko! Don't go transferring YOUR problems onto ME! YOU'RE the one who's a lady! What, one of your machines gave you female radiation poisoning or something?" She paused, realizing she had just shared the same bed with a woman version of Megavolt. "Er…Your cootie shots ARE up to date, right?"

Time unraveled as Megavolt sat back on his legs and just stared at the female version of his best friend for awhile, trying to understand what he was just told. Quackerjack stared back, obviously seriously needing an answer. Finally, Megavolt blinked. "I'm a lady, too?"

All it took was one glance down at his own body for the rat to realize the duck was right. Staring him in the face were two sizable breasts, that had stretched his undershirt out to the point of being a skimpy belly shirt. A slight but noticeable grin appeared on his face. He reached up and cupped his own breasts, hefting the new weight. "Whoa." he gave them both a squeeze. "I don't remember having THESE babies yesterday!"

Megavolt looked up to see Quackerjack giving him a slightly horrified look. His grin only widened. "I think mine are bigger than yours."

The demented duck had been spending a moment trying to process the words Megavolt uttered, as Quackerjack watched her feel herself in repulsion. Finally, they hit home. "Waitaminute…'too?' 'Bigger than MINE?'"

Quackerjack's hands slowly made their way to her chest, scared of what she might find. After a good few minutes of trepidation, they finally made their way to the t-shirt. The clown's breathe hitched. She…He…

"I have tumors! Megsy, I have cancer! I'm gonna die!" Quackerjack preferred that notion, over the thought of having breasts. Of being female. Death, to her, and sickness was better than the alternative.
So she kept himself in denial. That is, until she gave herself a light squeeze, feeling an erotic sensation.

"THAT'S IT!"

Yes, that was the test! Quackerjack looked down to her genitals, and started to think of all the perverted thoughts she could. The Old Spice guy naked with a bowl of jello. Megavolt's masculine form in nothing but a purple speedo. Tube socks. Anything! Just as long as it made her slinky peek out and say hi. No matter how hard the duck tried, no matter how much her loins tingled and burned from pleasure…Nothing happened.

That was when all denial washed away, Quackerjack's eyes began to blacken out, and she weakly said the following words: "Megsy…I'm a woman."

Next thing Megavolt knew, Quackerjack was screaming bloody murder as she ran to the nearest closet and shut herself inside. Even after the door was shut, the mad mallard sitting fetal position on the floor, rocking back and forth, she continued to scream in bloody murder. "I'M A WOMAN!"

Terror caused Quacky to shake violently. Tears threatened to overcome her. Everything around her, everything she touched, could infect her with the cootie virus. Heck, she could infect herself! Quackerjack had woken up to her worst nightmare.
(It even topped the one where the purple bubblegum monster lived in his basement, wanting to turn him into duck gum!)

The grin disappeared from Megavolt's face, as she shot up and scurried to the closet door. "Quacky? Quacky, calm down, okay?" she cooed through the door, not sure if she had been heard at all over the screaming. She sighed and placed a hand over the doorknob. "I'm coming in, okay?"

Quackerjack didn't answer, but at least the screaming stopped as it dissolved into loud sobbing. Megavolt opened the closet door slowly to find his best fried huddled against the far wall in a fetal position, her head down, hiding her face from view as she continued to bawl uncontrollably.

Megavolt felt her heart break at that moment, and suddenly she felt like crying, too. Boy, this sure was turning out to be an emotional roller coaster. "Aw hey now come on, Quacky, don't..." the rodent made her way over to the jester and sat down beside her, reaching out to put a hand lightly on her trembling back. "I mean, it's not like this is a forever deal, you know? We'll fix it. Or someone can. I promise." Megavolt began rubbing the duck's back for comfort.

It took many minutes, but eventually the trembling and the crying stopped. Megavolt, however, continued to rub her partner-in-crime's back. Every once in a while, a shiver sent itself up Quackerjack's spine.

It had seemed like they had been silent forever, when the mumbled voice of the female broke the quiet. Head still down, she said: "I wasn't crying, ya know. I'm just having a severely allergic reaction to the cooties. Even with my annual shots, it must be putting my immune system into overload. Or somethin'."

Denial returned again, this time at a healthier dose. Before the electrical genius could reply back, Quackerjack lift up her head to look Megavolt in the eyes. The demented duck's eyes were red and a bit puffy, the rodent not bringing it to their attention. Quackerjack spoke again."How the heck are we supposed to correct this? Building a rainbow robotic unicorn is one thing, heck- so is a time top; but, how do ya fix chromosomes? Neither of us know ANYTHING about that kind of stuff. " She smiled, "Heh. And I don't think you've even ever LOOKED at a girl before, let alone studied 'em. Heh."

Megavolt's frown deepened. Quackerjack was right. Both of them were technological geniuses, and Megavolt had studied up on a little bit of biology after his accident to help him better understand the fascinating phenomenon, but when it came to the building blocks that made up gender, both of them were in the dark.

They both sat in silence a bit more, trying to think of a solution, without much hope of finding one. The rodent was the first to speak. "Well... maybe Bushroot would know what to do. I mean, if he could turn a duck into a stalk of celery..." he trailed off and shrugged.

Quackerjack became excited, as she followed the rodent's train of thought. "Then he should be able to give us woodies back! Hehe! Ooooooh, Megsy, I could kiss ya right now!" she then made a face again. "But I won't. You never DID mention whether your shots are up to date, ya know. " her smile then came back full force, as she jumped up (nearly hitting her head in the process). "Come oooooon, we got a doctor's appointment! And this time, I plan on leavin' with a lollipop! Hehehe!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, one lyceum nycanthropus was busy orchestrating his own plan. Bushroot was in his greenhouse, sitting at his work desk. Plans upon plans were written on pieces of paper scattered around him. The mutant plant-duck was in the middle of checking how much funds he had spent that month, and to see if he'd have to go out and rob a bank sometime soon.

He sighed. Bushroot really despised having to leave his perennial paradise. Since becoming a monster, or what the citizens perceived him as, the plant-duck had become more of a hermit. Isolated in his own world. Alone.

Bushroot was startled out of his thoughts, as he heard something crash in the background. Turning around swiftly, he glared as he saw that his flytrap dog had broken yet another pot, while he tried to catch a few stray flies.

Well, he wasn't COMPLETELY alone.

"Spike, that's the third one this week! How's a plant duck to work when there's things breaking everywhere?" Spike merely answered with his tongue sticking out, and his butt wagging playfully. Bushroot shook his head, and turned back around. How was he supposed to get him to understand? "Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't be happy if we ran out of fertilizer." The plant-duck mumbled to himself.

A couple minutes went by, before Bushroot was interrupted yet again. This time, however, by a knock the greenhouse door. The duck got up out of his chair in a huff, as he began to stomp his roots toward the door. "Oh, sure, let's all say hi when I actually have work to do. Probably the girl scouts again; they NEVER leave me alone."

On the other side of the door, Quackerjack and Megavolt waited for Bushroot to come let them in. They knew he was home, because when he was out and about, it was hard not to know with all the screaming and police sirens.

Megavolt grunted as she tried in vain to get the top of her old jumpsuit to cover more of herself. She pulled and tugged, but there just wasn't enough room in it anymore, and she was popping out the top. The rodent had always been the type to cover as much of herself as possible at all times, even back in her school days, so being forced to wear something that wouldn't cover much up top and was uncomfortably, and revealingly, tight everywhere else, had put Megavolt in an irritable mood.

Quackerjack, however, was on the opposite spectrum. Everything was now too BIG. It had been an awkward walk, pulling up her pants every few steps. The duck's top had been marginally a success, the new breasts not big enough to cause trouble, unlike the rodent's. However, the collar was now too big as well. It turned and twisted, going out of place constantly. It rubbed Quackerjack's neck funny.

The pair both looked rather comical, when Bushroot opened the door. The toymaker held up her pants with both hands, as Megavolt continued to play with her chest.

The plant duck was confused and equally flustered. "Q-Quackerjack? Megavolt?" The lyceum nycanthropus was pushed out of the way, as the female duck forced her way inside.

"Come on, come on! It's rude to keep a lady waitin', or something."

Bushroot was too startled to complain. He was busy looking over them both, gawking. "w-what….How did this HAPPEN?" His leafy hands gestured to their new bodies. His awkwardness growing when he realized it had looked like he was cupping his own non-existent melons. They instead went to rubbing his palms together, nervously.

Megavolt scowled at the plant duck. "Well how are we supposed to know that? We just... woke UP this way!" she snapped. It only took a second for the rodent's glare to once again change its focus to her own chest. She sneered. "I hate you. BOTH of you." she growled at herself. "But I hate YOU just a liiittle bit more." she added, pointing at her left breast. Then it was back to attempting to shove them back into her top. "OOHH! WHY! WHY MUST YOU BE SO STUBBORN!"

"Um…Please stop doing that. It's…It's distract- Just please don't do that."

Bushroot turned around, shielding his eyes and thoughts from the demented duo. He began to speak again. "You don't know? Are you sure it wasn't a side effect from one of your machines? Tron splitter didn't accidentally split your chromosomes? Time top leaking some…Oh, I don't know, female radiation that creates parallel dimensions, or something?"
Quackerjack threw up her arms: "That's what I asked!"

However, doing so caused her pants to drop to the ground. If Bushroot had been turned around, he would have seen her green banana panties. She giggled as she pulled them up. "Hehe! Whoops!"

Megavolt stopped fussing, suddenly becoming a bit flustered herself, although not nearly as much as Bushroot had been. She'd forgotten that breasts meant more to most people than just built-in airbags that were constantly getting in the way. She awkwardly cleared her throat.

"Sorry. Um, let's see... my tron-splitter was destroyed, the time top- both of them- were stolen, and the most complicated machine we've been around in the past week was a toaster." she answered, counting off the things on her fingers. "Look, can't you do something... ANYthing? You're the best at turning things into... other, things." Megavolt then cast a glance over to Quackerjack and snickered. "Nice panties, by the way."

"Yeah, Doc, fix us!"

Bushroot threw a glance over his shoulder to look at them both."I'm a botanist. Debatably also a herbologist and phytopathologist. Point is, I'm a PLANT doctor! It's not my place to help people. I don't think I ca-"

Quackerjack unleashed her puppy dog eyes and pout. Somehow twice as powerful as its male counterpart. Going back and forth from one sad face to the rodent's disappointed one, the lyceum nycanthropus felt himself giving in. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Well…Er, I can at least try. Maybe run a few tests? Though I don't know if I can be too much help."

Megavolt clasped her hands together in front of herself and beamed. "We'll take it! Tests are better than nothing." she scratched her head. "So, uh... how does that work, exactly?"

"I was thinking some blood tests. Maybe get a vile, each. There is a possibility that you might have some type of poison or strange infection." He shrugged. "I've seen weirder things in the city, why not?"

Quackerjack's eyes widened. "Bloodwork…as in NEEDLES. And POKING. And…And other stuff?" She shook her head violently, the bells on the end jingling madly with her. "Nuh uh, I don't think so, Bushbrain."

Bushroot put his hands on his hips. "And why not?"

"Needles huuuuuurt!"

Megavolt crossed her arms over her chest, as best she could, and gave Quackerjack a dangerous look. "What, and THIS is worse than getting POKED with a tiny NEEDLE? No! We're GOING to get this done. Go and get whatever we need, Bushroot, I'll SIT on her, if I have to." she said, glancing back at her own butt, that had been uncomfortably larger since the transformation.

And that's what happened. As the plant-duck went to go get the things they'd need, Megavolt and Quackerjack began to fight. As the female toymaker tried to get away, still holding up her pants, the rodent tried to hold her back. Breasts and limbs squished and rubbed against each other, as they fought for control. It got so bad that they fell to the ground. Megavolt made due with her promise, and the electrical villainess sat on the demented duck as Quackerjack kicked and screamed. "But I don't LIKE needles! I don't LIKE them! I dooooon't!"

QuackerJane: Finally, it got to the point where Bushroot had to call his vines for help. After ten minutes of struggle, they finally got what they needed from the toymaker. The vines dropped her, as Quackerjack rubbed her wrist. "…Heh. Ya know, that wasn't too bad! Hehehe!"

Both Bushroot and Megavolt groaned as they rolled their eyes. It was then the rodent's turn, which didn't take anywhere near as long. The lyceum nycanthropus gave each vile a quick shake. "Uh, let's go take a look?"

Fifteen minutes later, the two villainesses stood waiting behind Bushroot, as he ran tests, as was promised. Quackerjack was growing bored and impatient already, but Megavolt was more concerned about the odor. "Uhg. It always smells like potpourri manure in here..." she whispered, not wanting to offend the plant duck on this particular day.

The toymistress stuck out her tongue. "Ick," she whispered back", It's like that Breeze Spray. Or air fresheners in general. They never work! All they do is blend with the funk and create SUPER funk! Bum bad um buuuuuum! Suuuuuper Funk! The love child of Ammonia Pine and a dirty disco dancer! Hehehe!"

Mad laugher suddenly resonated off of the glass walls of the green house, causing Bushroot to jump and glare at the two madwomen behind him. The laughter stopped. Megavolt grinned sheepishly. "Uhhh... so. Did you find anything?" she questioned, not only to break the awkward silence, but to chase away the horrible thoughts brought on by hearing 'Ammonia Pine' and 'love child' in the same sentence, that were currently attempting to invade her poor mind.

Bushroot cleared his throat. "Er, yes and no." The two ladies gave him quizzical expressions. " Yes, as in, I DID find something. Something DIFFERENT…But, um, I don't think it's not….Normal?" The plant duck moved away from the microscope, so the two others could see what he was referring to. "It seems Megavolt's bloodstream produces white blood cells at a constant rate to get the electricity out of his body. But when they attack it, instead of destroying it…they fuse. Really, it's quite fascinating!"

He paused and began to fidget with his leafy palms."But other than that…No. You two just appear to be two healthy women."

Quackerjack pulled her hat in frustration. "Uuuuugh. Don't use the W word! So there isn't anything you can do?"

"No….Nothing that I can do. I can't seem to find anything that can explain your condition. I'm really sorry."

Megavolt groaned, feeling dejected and more than a little annoyed. "Are you serious? What a huge waste of time THAT was!" she snapped. The look on Bushroot's face made it clear that comment had stung a bit, but that he hadn't expected any less from them. The rodent frowned and actually felt bad. Must be a side effect of being a woman, she thought. "But uh, y'know, thanks a bunch for trying, pal. We owe ya one." she reassured.

The two of them made their way to the door, Quackerjack slumped over, all hope gone from the duck's being. It hurt Megs to see him like that, even worse than the thought of being a woman forever. Although, if these sappy thoughts kept popping up like this, it might give it a run for its money, she thought bitterly. She placed a hand on her friend's back again and gave a fake smile. "So, Fertilizer-for-brains can't help us, so what? We're a couple of geniuses, here!" Megavolt coaxed, as soon as they were out of earshot from Bushroot. She pushed open the door and they made their way down the hill, away from the plant duck's property. "Of course we'll need some research first..." she mumbled.

Quackerjack stopped in her tracks, trying to think of how they could even begin to do research, let alone fix the actual problem. That's when a thought struck her. She voiced her ponders aloud."Heeeey….I think I read somethin' in the paper a week ago about the local Women's Institute of Science doing a research on what create an extra X chromosome in some women and men. " The duck had read it when she stole both a suitcase of money and newspaper from some old mallard. Quackerjack didn't see the need to bring THAT part of the story up, and went on: "Ya know, it was about trying to fine the chromosome and isolate it from the rest of the body. I don't know much about that bibbidy boopiddy biology stuff…But maybe they might have something?"

Megavolt's face lit up and she clapped her gal pal on the shoulder. "Hmm, you just might be onto something there, Quacky! I guess we'll be paying that Institute a little visit..." she added a demented chuckle, before frowning again. "Uh... any idea where this 'Women's Institute of Science' is located?"

"Heck if I know! Hehe!"

This left the other female to facepalm, as they continued to walk away. Okay, so Bushroot was a bust. And both Megavolt and Quackerjack had no idea where to find the only place around that might have the research they needed. (Oh, if only the legendary Doctor Slug wasn't away on vacation!) However, despite all of this, they had a plan.

And a plan was a good place to start.

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Moonie: With all this fondling, vines and boob-squishing fights, I'm not sure I want them to lose their womaness.

Snark: I must agree. It's….It's VERY fun to imagine. I blame you, you had Megs fondling his…her breasts. Did I ever mention how much of a pain the gender thing was writing?

Moonie: Yeah I know :( I kept having to go back and change mine. I probably missed a few... and by the way, it made my inner fangirl giggly to see... read, Bushy get all flustered.

Snark: I'm just disappointed this didn't turn into an ultimate threesome. I guess he had to keep reminding himself that it was Quacky/Megs underneath all that sexy. Yeeeeeah, I can relate there, buddy.

Moonie: Boy would he have woken up the next morning regretting THAT little adventure XD C'mon, you know you want a threesome with those two. On second thought never mind.

Snark: ….Noooo thank you. I'll stick to touching myself when nobody is looking. It feels less dirty that way.

Moonie: It's still pretty dirty when you think about them touching themselves while you touch yourself. Whoops, this chapter needs to be bumped up to T now.

Snark: You know what, can we not talk about me touching myself when it comes to Quackerjack and Megs? This joke backfired and is making me feel a bit sick. So, how about those butterflies?

Moonie: Buhahaha XD Okay, okay, fair enough. We should probably go to bed anyway.

Snark: We probably should. I got to go watch Winnie the Pooh later! …I hope Quacky doesn't ruin that movie for me. If he says ONE thing, I'm…I'm SO going to do something!

Moonie: Gasp! Not... SOMETHING! D: May he fear the dreaded SOMETHING and keep his bill shut. Good night Snarkieboo, tootles folks!

Snark: Loooove you, wifey! And…I guess love you too, audience. Smooches!