Its not easy changing into something else, no matter how cartoons put it.

And I would like to point out, that in the original series, the BMFM have been away from Mars for at least three years by the time they crash-land on Earth. That means that it has been years since they've seen a female of their own species, not counting Carbine since that was just business (when she came to Earth in 'Seeds of Victory,' season 2), or when they went home and were immediately thrown in prison, ('Back to Mars, Parts 1, 2, 3'). That's enough to make any man homesick for a girl, don't you think?

Chapter 2

Charley couldn't take her eyes away from her reflection. "This-this can't be real...what the hell did he do to me?" she asked in stunned disbelief. Her hand went out to touch the mirror, but suddenly her lower body began to spasm. Her muscles jerked in quick motions, making her cry out in surprise. And then the pain hit.

It was like her spine was trying to tear itself out! She screamed as her body tried to bend itself in half the wrong way, falling to the floor. In a way, her initial thoughts weren't wrong. Her lower spine, the part normally called the tailbone, was breaking. Humans had evolved from creatures that had once had prehensile tails. But now, millions of years later, the parts of the tail they still retain fuse together and curl inward, forming one of the strongest bones of the human body.

And Charlene Davidson's was now breaking apart. The bones were reshaping, forming the same kind of joints as her spine. But that wasn't the only set of bones involved. Her pelvic bones were pulling apart, like they did when a woman was in labor. Her hips were pulling out of alignment, muscle rearranging, ligaments snapping, tearing, stretching out. Her lower spine now went out instead of in. It had to, to support the weight of her new limb.

Muscle and fat tissue all over her body were being cannibalized, drastically reducing her weight in some areas as her body burned it all for fuel. New nerves and tendons grew, muscles forming and attatching to new bone, her spinal cord extending out and down to control her new body part. All of this happened in a matter of seconds. And she couldn't stop screaming-

That terrible sound of fear and pain had been the limit, the mice tearing down the door. Too much, terrifyingly too much, like the sounds of the Plutarkian prison camp they had escaped from so long ago. "Charley!" Vinnie cried, punching his fist through the door and tearing it off its hinges. The trio pushed through the door, and suddenly stopped still, shocked at what they found.

She was naked, nearly bent in half around her back. Cream-colored fur covered her body, delicate ears rising from the sides of her head. Her muzzle, no human nose, came further off her face, the nose a deep black over white buck teeth. Rose red antennae parted the chocolate brown hair that now flowed past her shoulders to pool on the ground. A Martian Mouse was screaming in pain on the floor-

Modo couldn't help his red blush as he ran to help, pulling her upright with some effort. "Help me! She's seizing! If we don't hold her down she could break her back!" The other two scrambled to help him hold the girl to the floor. Throttle went for her legs, his tail catching one and tying it to the other, using his weight to keep her still. Vincent almost had to sit on her waist, cringing at every sob and cry she made.

Finally, finally her body relaxed, her sobs quieting as the last phase ended. Modo very slowly took his hands from her shoulders, ready to catch her the moment her body tensed, but nothing happened. They pulled back from her, a bright red Vincent grabbing a towel off the rack and draping it over her.

She couldn't move, tears still streaming down her face as torn muscles repaired themselves, bone solidified, and the last damaged tendons fused into place. Karbunkle's serum had done its work. "Is...is it over?" she asked, her voice breaking in pain.

"I think so," Modo said softly as he gently brushed a bit of hair out of her face as his other hand checked for any bumps on the back of her head. "Does anything else hurt or ache?"

"Everything hurts," she whimpered. "J-just not as bad as before." She opened her eyes, blinking away the remaining tears with visible effort. For all the differences, the drastic changes her body had gone through, this at least was the same. Her deep green eyes looked up at her three bros, blinking against the light.

"Its okay, Charley-girl, we've got you now," Vincent said softly. He used his tail to help lift her up into his arms, holding her as close as he dared to not hurt her. A gasp from Throttle made them all glance down to where his stare was locked.

"W-what is it?" she asked.

"Y-you have a tail," the tan mouse said in shock.

"A tail?" She gasped. The girl tried to move it, but couldn't. She simply had no energy left. Her eyes were falling shut no matter how hard she tried to stay awake. Exhaustion from her physical change and the painkillers she had taken were hitting home, and her body was shutting down to recover. Charley rested her head against Vinnie's chest, his heartbeat sounding very loud in her new ears. "Oh my god..." her breathing slowed and evened in exhausted sleep.

For a moment, there was complete silence in the room. It was a bit much to take in. "Karbunkle turned her into a Mouse?" Vinnie said incredulously, his voice shockingly loud. "A real Mouse? But-why?"

"Now that's something to worry about," Throttle said, slowly getting up from the floor. "But for now, we should get her in bed. Poor girl's dead to the world."

"I'll stay with her," Vinnie said, easily shifting to carry her to her room.

"Good. Let us know the minute she wakes up," the leader said.

"She'll need to eat, and we should probably keep her on an IV until she's recovered. I gotta get some food back in her, look at all the weight she's lost," Modo added. As they moved to get things ready, he couldn't help but glance back at her. "Got to admit, I always thought she was a pretty human, but oh, Momma, she's gorgeous as a Mouse."

Vinnie didn't reply, but his face took on a pensive look as he took Charlene to her room. He tucked her under the covers, the towel still over her body for modesty's sake. Modo had her hooked up to a new IV a few minutes later. Now, all they could do was let her recover and hope that nothing else had been changed by whatever Karbunkle had done to her.


It only took a few hours for her to wake up, stirring slowly as she sat up in bed, pushing the covers from her too warm body. For a moment, she couldn't think of why she was so hot. Then her tail twitched, scaring the dickens out of her, and she remembered what had happened that morning. She also knew why it was so warm; her new fur was a blanket in and of itself. No wonder they go without shirts, she found herself thinking. A gasp from the side of her bed made her turn and see a brilliantly blushing Vincent Van Wham. "Vinnie? What's wrong?"

He slapped a hand over his eyes, scrambling off the side of the bed where he'd been sitting. "N-nothing, babe, just gonna give you some privacy, yeah?"

She frowned at his unexpected behavior, but a sudden breath of cool air over her naked torso made her glance down. The girl gasped, reeling as she remembered all that had happened earlier, yanking the sheets up to cover herself. "Um, yeah, sure, sure, you do that Vin."

"I-I'll go tell Modo and Throttle you're up," he said awkwardly as he backed out of the room. Say something, man! "Um, and hey...you wear shag real well, babe."

He had no idea an alarm clock could get that kind of distance. BANG! It shattered into pieces against the wall. "Get out!"

'You wear shag well?' What the hell were you thinking! Jeez, maybe Throttle's right and there is a connection missing between my brain and mouth.The white mouse nearly sprinted down the stairs to get his bros. But the sight of her wouldn't leave his mind. Fur that looked so soft, the color of pale cream. That cute nose, her graceful antennae, her long tail that could only accenuate her hips- he agreed with Modo. Charley was a stunningly beautiful Mouse. More beautiful than when she was human. "H-Hey guys, she's awake now," he said, coming to a stop in the kitchen.

Throttle and Modo looked up from their dinner. "Is she feeling okay?" the grey mouse asked, gathering up a tray loaded with food that he'd fixed for her.

"Um, uh, yeah, sh-she's doin' fine, just fine," Vinnie said nervously, his cheeks still red. The image of the beautiful girl would not leave his mind's eye, making his body react in a very male fashion.

Throttle cocked an eyebrow at him. "What's got you so hot and bothered?"

"Hot and bothered-Mother of Mars, bro, she's barely recovered from what Karbunkle did to her," Modo snapped. "Can't you ogle at the poor girl later?"

"I wasn't ogglin' her!"

"You're Vincent Van Wham, of course you ogled her! How do you think she feels right now? Everything about her bein' different from how she was born, even gettin' a new limb! And what if we can't get her turned back to normal? She must be scared outta her mind," Modo said angrily. "Keep your hormones to yourself, Vincent, at least until she's up for sparrin' with ya. You go stirrin' her up and you'll answer to me. Understand?"

"Fine," Vincent snapped. "And thanks for thinking so highly of me. Like I'd take advantage of Charley. Like she'd ever let me take advantage of her! She's got more badass in her little finger than you do in your whole body!"

"Vinnie..." a voice said in soft wonder.