This chapter was really fun to write XD

But I got the hint, that "Chatte Noire" is a french insult so I changed it to "Chat Noire", just so noone gets confused.

Enjoy the second chapter ;)


Drag Queen Chapter 2

Everything happened in a split of a second. He got tackled efficiently by his partner and he was left to watch her hair growing short and messy, her body grew longer and it build muscles in places where women derfinitely should´t have some. Her curves vanished, making place for broad shoulders. Chat Noire got Chat Noir.

"Erm... Okay, that feels weird," she - scratch that – he stated in a deep, male voice. "I think I am lucky, that my magical suit stretched with me, huh?" And he had the audacity to wink. Good to know that the personality didn´t change too, but now, he was trapped under a grown boy and he definitely wasn´t as easy to shove off than before.

"Can you...?" Beetle asked, indicating that he wanted back his personal space and Chat Noir only laughed nervously, insecurity audible in his voice.

"Sure, that´s somehow weird now." He stood up and helped Beetle to get to his feet too.

"Do you like your new body?" the Akuma laughed, still in the gym with them "I am Drag Queen and you´ll hand me your Miraculous!" he exclaimed and transformed back into a girl. "Now is your turn, Ladybug!"

"Beetle! I. Am. Not. A. Girl," Beetle exclaimed. It annoyed him to no ends that some Parisians still referred to him as ´Ladybug´. Sure his costume was based on a Ladybug, but that doesn´t make him to a Lady.

"Not yet!" the Akuma laughed and dashed out of the gym.

"Great, now we have to search for her all over again," Beetle sighed and turned to find his partner clawing at his suit.

"That´s so weird...," he heard him mutter and a laugh escaped Beetles lips. That Akuma really was funny, but he doubted it would still be when he himself would get shot.

A beep from his piercing reminded him of the time. "Chat- er... Chat, we need to find her. Quick!" he called and ran across the hall towards the fallen pencil.

"Not funny!" Chat exclaimed at his new name. But it still was.

Beetle snatched the pen from the floor and hurried towards the door. "You coming?"

"How are you guys walking? That feels so weird," Chat whined when he staggered towards Beetle at the door. And again Beetle had to laugh.

"Practice? I don´t know the difference," he chuckled and opened the door.

"Next time I won´t -," Chat began but Beetle felt something weird, something like a gust of wind against his body and after a second or two, Chat grew some more centimetres, including the hall and... wait, no, please not.

He distantly heard the Akuma cackle calling something like ´in exchange for your Miraculous I´ll transform you back´ and saw Chats eyes glitter in amusement but all he felt was a weird tingling sensation all over his body. His loss in hight compensated his body elsewhere. His breast grew round and squishy and his hips widened. Even his hair now fell into his face in blueish locks.

"What the...?!" he exclaimed but that was definitely not his voice anymore. He looked down his own body and staggered backwards. Chat had been right, even walking felt weird.

Chat however leant against the doorframe, a sly smirk across his face.

"Can I finally call you Ladybug?"

:

Chat loved his partner. Really loved. And he had to admit, Ladybug is as cute as Beetle had been handsome. He never found females attractive before, but that was maybe because he had been female too. Now, his hormones went crazy when he watched Ladybug wobble away, her hips swaying because she was not used to use a female body.

He sighed and turned around to find a place to detransform, the Akuma had dashed out of the schoolgrounds, the second her kiss had hit his partner. But Ladybug was still at the verge to detransform, so they agreed to let him go and search for the victim at the evening, when they got used to their new... appearances.

He found an empty closet and hid inside. The second he released the transformation he found a new problem. While their suits were magical and stretched and transformed with them, their normal clothes hadn´t.

His trousers were now way too tight. He suppressed a groan when some special region got squished and he bent over to try to find a somehow suitable position but that only earned him a ripping sound. His shirt, perfectly comfy before, ripped at his side, now too tight for his male chest and shoulders. Hell, even his shoes were too tight!

"Shut up," he groaned at his kwami who laughed his ass off at the sight of him, labelling the situation as ´hilarious´ and that was not quite the word now-Adrien would have used.

A quick call to his mothers assistant was the weirdest explanation he ever had to give, but it secured him new clothes and a quick drive home. As long as he was able to make it to the front of the school without damaging something.

Ladybug surely had the better luck out of the two of them.

:

When Ladybug released her transformation, she instantly felt her baggy clothes. Her shirt was minimum three sizes too big and fell with her overshirt over her shoulder. Her pair of trousers were too long now and felt weird around her hip. There was just too less room at the waistband and too much a bit lower.

She caught Tikki in her palms, smiling at the little god. "Marin..? You okay?" she asked.

"Have to," Marinette shrugged. But added with a giggle, "although I think I´m a Marinette now." Hell, she giggled, she had never felt the urge to giggle in such a situation. But it somehow felt more natural as a girl. "Let´s go home so you can get cookies and I can get some new clothes."

She placed Tikki in the inside of her overshirt again and shrugged so the shirt sat somehow normal around her shoulders. She tried to step out of the empty classroom, but slipped in her shoes, which were now too big too, and instantly fell face first onto the floor.

"Good to know that my clumsiness is still there," she murmured with a sigh and stood up again.

While she crossed the courtyard to get back home, she saw a blond male bend forwards, staggering towards the entry of the school. But what caught her eye was obviously the reason, he staggered: his very female and way too small female clothes. Another victim it seemed. She sighed and hurried to his side.

"Can I help you?" she offered but her breath hitched in her throat when piercing green eyes met hers. She knew those eyes. "A... Adrienne?!"

He chuckled. "More an Adrien now. Have you been hit too?" he asked and ovserved her clothes. She instantly felt somehow naked, her neckline too wide, giving a good glimpse of the rounding of her breasts. She hastily tried to clutch her shirt tighter around her form, her face flushed red.

"I´m, uh... Mar- eh Marin? S... Somewhere? I mean, somehow? I don´t know? Dupain-Ch... Cheng?" Great, she even stuttered too. A big smile stretched on her face, what were the chances he found it somehow cute?

He blinked a few times, tried to get a sense behind her words but finally it seemed to click. "Marin Dupain-Cheng?" he asked and laughed. Even his male laugh gave her stomachs butterflies. "Do you mind if I call you Marinette? You can call me Adrien too, it´s like dressing up, don´t you think so?"

"S...sure," Marinette murmured astounded by his mood. He really thought it was funny, even in his too tight clothes.

"Do you mind helping me down the steps? My... trousers are a bit too tight to walk downstairs," he chuckled, a bit embarrassed if the light blush was any indicator of his emotional state. And then she noticed he stood still lightly bend forward. Moving must be hurtful and instant pitty settled in her stomach.

But her blush brightened too, she had to help and that meant she would be able to be close to Adrien(ne) Agreste, maybe with his arm around her shoulders. Unfortunately she didn´t trust her mouth or tongue to go without embarrassing her any further, so she quickly nodded and offered him her arm, scooping low. He flashed her a smile and heaved his arm up, ripping in the process more of his already damaged shirt.

"Great," he murmured, now audibly stressed, but placed his arms around her shoulders anyway.

Marinette had to concentrate to not faint at the touch. She felt more at the verge of collapsing than ever as she placed her hand around his back at his waist and felt his skin at a ripped seam. "R...Ready?" she squeaked and took a step forward when he nodded.

Together they descended the stairs step by step. After the fist few steps, she saw the car of his mother halting in front of the school and the Gorilla stepped out, patiently waiting for them at the bottom. They were half down, she noticed that he avoided looking in her direction, strictly focussing on his feet and his blush had deepened. Cute, when he concentrated this hard.

They finally reached his bodyguard and Adrien flashed her a thankful smile. "You know, you´re quite cute as a girl, Marinette," he said and waved her goodbye when he wobbled towards the car. She had half the mind of waving back, her mind screaming ´hecalledmecutehecalledmecute´. She needed several seconds and Tikki who squirmed in her pocket until she was reminded of her situation. With a start she quickly hurried to her parents bakery.

"Mom? Dad?" she called and entered the shop. The bell chirmed over her head and she hesitantly stepped inside. What would her parents say, when she suddenly entered as a girl? Nobody was behind the counter so she stepped further inside, but stopped dead when she heard footsteps approaching. "Mom?" she tried again to warn her nearing parent.

"Hon-," she heard her moms beginning, but the end of the sentence drowned in a fit of laughter as she fell in sight. And every time her mother calmed down, she glanced up and fell into another one. Parents were so cruel. Marinette was left, standing in the customer-area, staring at her mother who threw herself over the counter laughing her ass off.

So Marinette huffed and stomped past her mother upstairs in the living area where her father sat on the couch watching the TV. They broadcasted a report about the latest Akuma and how celebrities like the mayor had turned. At the sound of someone approaching, he turned and began to laugh too. Nice how her parents always were on the same side. Really nice. She ignored her snickering parent and stomped in her room to find some more suitable clothes.

She roamed her dresser, pulling out a shirt with a light floral design that had been too small for a while now. Luckily it had an unisex cut, that had been a challenge for him. She put it on and felt instantly more at ease. It needed some alterations but that would be done in a second. So she quickly slipped out of her shoes and pulled down her trousers. Unfortunately her underwear was too big too and she let out a frustrated groan. That was the moment someone knocked at her trapdoor. A quick glance at Tikki showed her that she zipped into one of her drawers. "Yeah?" she sighed.

Her mother peeked into her room, still an amused smile at her lips. "Do you want my help?" she asked with a smirk. Marinette was sure her mother had a field day, she secretly always wanted a daughter.

"Moooom, please," Marinette whined. At this her mother stepped fully into her room, already a stack with clothes in her arm.

"Oh, my," she scolded "I thought you had a knack for fashion, do you really want to wander around like this?"

"I had no intention in going in my boxers," Marinette deadpanned what left her mother laughing again.

"Come here, I got some of my old clothes for you, they should fit. But I have to admit," she added and threw the stack onto her chaise, rummaging through several pieces, "you´re smaller than I expected. As a boy you have the hight from my family. As a girl on the other hand..." She held a pink jeans at Marinettes hips and with an approving nod threw it into her arms. "...more like your dad," she finished with a chuckle.

But instantly her eyes lit up once more and she clapped hands. "I could braid your hair!"

"Mom!" she scolded. Sometimes her mother overreacted. But she only laughed and waved her off.

The next half hour they discussed on the clothes. Her mother insisted on putting her into a pink floral summer dress, despite the cold outside, but they finally settled on a compromise: She was allowed to alternate her shirt and she wore a neutral grey blazer. Her mother got her pink jeans and she was allowed to make her hair.

She just wanted to change but her mother stopped her. "Honey, you forgot something."

Her confusion turned into horror and a bright blush crept over her face. The second stack her mother held up were panties and a light pink bra.

"I won´t wear a bra, mom," she exclaimed.

But her mother only chuckled. "Honey, you´re a girl now. Girls must wear bras." Her mother was the devil. Hopefully they would be able to catch this damn Akuma as soon as possible.

:

It felt like heaven. Finally free from any clothes which were too tight, his muscles were finally able to relax. The second he stepped into his room, he peeled everything from his skin, glad to breath freely again.

Nathan had prepared everything and a stack of fresh, male laundry lay ready to wear on the foot of his bed, inclusive undergarments. Unfortunately it wasn´t any different from his usual clothes, the female line turned into the male one. How depressing, he had hoped of something new. At least Nathan let him his orange sneakers, now only a size bigger

With a sigh he put everything on and went downstairs to grab his lunch. Plagg, finally calm enough to hide again, hid in the pocket of his white overshirt.

He dreaded the meeting with his mother, because the instant he had come home, Nathan announced that she wanted to see him before he went back to school. He hastily gulped down his meal and headed towards the office of his mother. Better to get it over fast. Like a band-aid. One last breath and he knocked on her door.

"Enter," came the stern voice of her mother from behind the doors and he pushed the doors open to enter.

Her mother stood behind her desk with the back to him. Her clothes were the usual, a white slack suit with a red blouse, her hair was up in her usual tight bun, she looked at the gigantic, abstract painting of his father. "Mother, I...," he began but stopped, not knowing what he should say to her. But then she turned and her eyes went wide.

There were a few seconds where neither of them said anything, then his mother whispered, merely audible: "You look like your father."

Suddenly a lump formed in his throat and he wasn´t able to look her in the eye anymore. He knew she missed his father to no end and he had seen the similarity at his quick view in the mirror at the hall. It had shocked him too, first he thought he would be back.

Her mother recovered quickly and cleared her throat. "We may as well make the best out of this... situation. Instead of the female line you´re going to model the male one this afternoon. I... hope you feel well. You´re dismissed." And with this, she turned back to her work. The dismissal was clear as day so he turned and exited again.

The second the door closed behind his back he released the breath he had held since the beginning. He shook his head to clear his mind and went off, ready too head back to school.