Disclaimer: This poor teenager doesn't own anything but her laptop and ideas. And okay, her fingers, too. And her hair. And possibly her brain, but she thinks that aliens might actually own that. She also thinks she's been hanging around with her Gambit-muse too much.

A/N: Chapter two! Fun stuff, right? It's kind of rushed, but this is an M-preg, not an F-preg, so JP isn't going to be a girl for half the story. Enjoy!

Medical Bay

Utopia/Asteroid M

Off the coast of San Francisco

-Twenty Days Earlier-

"It is extremely remarkable." Kavita said, approaching Jean-Paul with the results of the many scans and tests that had been taken on her. "It seems as if you are one-hundred percent female –physically, of course."

"It's magic." Nemesis grumbled, looking moody at the idea that there was not scientific explanation for Jean-Paul's situation.

"You're going to have to find a witch or something to help you. We're sorry." Kavita apologized.

Jean-Paul sighed and crossed her arms, "Alright. Thank you, I suppose." She said. "I'll do that."

"Good luck, Jean-Paul," Kavita called after her as she exited the Med Bay.

"I'm going to need it," Jean-Paul replied darkly under her breath.

As the day went on, though, it became apparent that Jean-Paul just didn't have any luck to begin with. The few gypsies she managed to locate around San Francisco were either frauds, or not magical enough.

Most of them told Jean-Paul the same thing, though: Find the gypsy who did it. She can reverse the magic.

She didn't find her, of course.

By the end of the day, Jean-Paul returned to Utopia, still female, and more than disappointed. It didn't help, either, that when she returned, everyone looked so surprised to see her still in female form.

"No luck?"

Jean-Paul tilted her head back and looked up from where she sat on the couch and scowled, "What do you think?" she said dryly.

"Sorry." Bobby smiled apologetically.

She stared at Bobby for a moment, just looking into those pale blue eyes. The last time she had seen them was the night before, when they had been in bed.

"Hi." He said, leaning over Jean-Paul.

"Hello." She replied, slapping Bobby lightly across the face.

"Urgh!" He flinched back, "What was that for?"

Jean-Paul sat up and turned her attention back to the television, "I was ruining the mood."

"What mood?" Bobby muttered, rubbing his cheek.

She glanced back at him, "You're not getting any from me, Robert. Don't look like you don't know what I'm talking about. And I didn't slap you that hard." She said, looking back at the TV.

"It still stings." Bobby retorted.

"Stop grumbling. It's unattractive." Jean-Paul replied absently.

Bobby walked around the couch and sat down on the couch, "What're you watching, anyway?"

"Sixteen and Pregnant," She answered, "It's the most ridiculous show I have ever seen."

He looked at her and then turned his head to stare at the screen. "That girl isn't very good at narrating her life." He commented after a moment.

"None of them are."

"Um… How many of these episodes have you watched, JP?" Bobby asked.

"Enough." She replied with a shrug.

"Should I be concerned?" He wondered.

"I'm not." Jean-Paul responded, standing up. She exited the room swiftly, brushing past Rogue, who had just entered.

"Did I offend him somehow?" Bobby asked her, looking utterly confused.

"Maybe she's PMS-in'." Rogue shrugged, dropping down onto the couch where Jean-Paul had previously been seated.

Bobby tilted his head thoughtfully, "He can't PMS! He's not even really a girl!"

"Then why did ya have sex with him?" Rogue said, crossing her arms, "An' don't give me any 'Ah was drunk' bullshit."

He gaped at her, at lost for words.

"Ah thought so." She said smugly.

"I didn't even say anything! Don't jump to conclusions!" Bobby snapped.

"You really do like Jean-Paul. And now that he's a woman, you feel more secure pursuing him." Rogue declared.

"I what?" Bobby said weakly.

Rogue blinked and tilted her head, "Well, why did ya do it with him, then?"

Bobby shrugged, "Um… sex is fun?"

She groaned and slapped his arm in response.

They didn't bring up the conversation again.

…

-Nineteen Days Earlier-

Jean-Paul was royally pissed at the world. She was pissed at the gypsies, she was pissed at Namor for his obnoxious comments, she was pissed at Dr. Strange for being out of contact, and she was pissed at herself.

-Fifteen Days Earlier-

Jean-Paul was frightened at just how comfortable she was becoming as a woman. On the sixth day as a woman, she woke up and didn't even have a panic attack when she looked into the mirror.

Meanwhile, Dr. Strange and Dr. Voodoo were still missing.

It had been agreed that they would be the best sorcerers to go to for help (no one wanted to make any deals with Dr. Von Doom, after all), so there was little else Jean-Paul could do but wait for their return.

So she dressed every day in women's clothing and wore Storm's old uniforms for Danger Room sessions. They had discovered that her uniforms were made to be able to endure high winds and extreme low temperatures for when Storm flew or made tornados. Thus, they could take Jean-Paul's high speeds as well.

The only problem Jean-Paul had with Storm's costume was that it was only a black leotard after they took away the cape, leaving Jean-Paul feeling vaguely like Psylocke without the purple hair, sash, and sword. So they found one of her older, white costumes with the long sleeves and legs, instead. That worked much better. It still didn't stop some people from staring, though.

-Thirteen Days Earlier-

Jean-Paul kept himself busy. She made sure that there was no free time for her to feel miserable, and certainly no time to have sex with anyone. Though the first night had been great, Jean-Paul wasn't interested in causing any trouble as a female. And she knew that sex equaled trouble. Especially since she was female.

-Six Days Earlier-

Jean-Paul woke up on Day 15 and nearly fell back onto her bed in a spell of dizziness when she stood up. She groaned and scrubbed a hand over her face. The morning then continued like normal: Jean-Paul picked out some clothes to wear, walked down the hall to the showers, and brushed her teeth then brushed her hair when she finished showering.

Day 15 was when the good news came.

"Jean-Paul," Storm said at lunch, "Emma has found Dr. Strange. He said he's going to come here in three days."

"Did he say he could change me back?" Jean-Paul asked.

"Strange is much more powerful than a gypsy, Jean-Paul. You'll be a man again in no time."

Only after hearing that did she break into a grin and sigh in relief, "It has been far too long."

"Ah'll say," Rogue agreed as she dropped down into a seat at the table, "Hey JP, ya sure ya won't miss the clothes or anything?"

She made a face, "Not at all." She looked at Rogue for a moment and said, "Why aren't you sitting with Gambit, anyway?"

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Remy's bein' a dick, so Ah'm just lettin' him cool off before he tries tah win me back."

Storm laughed, "It doesn't sound like you are too angry with him." She pointed out.

Rogue grinned, "Oh, Ah'm not. But Ah have tah pretend Ah am so Remy doesn't get it into his head that Ah'm a pushover or that he can get away with everythin'."

"Clever." Jean-Paul said appreciatively, "You really are a manipulative woman, Rogue."

"Hey! It's how we survive!" she replied with a laugh.

Jean-Paul passed through the afternoon in such a good mood, some of the young X-Men grew concerned and asked if he was okay during a Danger Room session. Nothing seemed to be able to wreck his mood; after all, who wouldn't be cheerful if they had been a woman for over two weeks and had just learned that they were getting changed back into a man soon?

-Five Days Earlier-

On Day 16, Jean-Paul talked to Bobby for the first time since the night with MTV. It wasn't that he had been avoiding Bobby, per se, but he just hadn't really had time for small talk for the past few weeks (he had been keeping himself busy).

But the sixteenth day of her accidental womanhood found Jean-Paul and Bobby assigned for Danger Room one-on-one.

Bobby was already in the Danger Room when she arrived. He was standing in the middle of the room, waiting, as she stepped inside.

"Hey JP!" he called with a wave and a grin.

She crossed the room and nodded, "Hello."

"Right, so hand-to-hand or powers first?" Bobby asked. One-on-Ones usually had powerless and with power combat practice without any of the holograms going.

"Hand-to-hand." Even as a woman, the other X-Men knew not to mess with Jean-Paul. She still had a powerful punch and was quick even without her mutant powers.

Bobby nodded, "Okay."

They stepped back a few feet and went into defensive positions. Bobby counted slowly, "Three… two… one."

It was no longer Jean-Paul and Bobby, now. It was Northstar and Iceman. The two opponents circled each other, looking for an opening for attack. Iceman made the first move, sending out a punch, but Northstar blocked it and grabbed his arm, using it as a way for her to pull herself closer to him and knee him in the stomach.

As the training session went on, they steadily became more worn out. By the time they finally called it a tie and decided to take a break, they were sore and were most likely going to have to see Elixir to heal some nasty bruises that would form soon.

After the session, they went to their respective locker rooms (Jean-Paul went to the women's room) and showered. They met up afterwards and headed down to the Medical Bay, where Elixir could usually be found. As they walked, the kept the conversation light with small talk.

Elixir, it turned out, was in the Medical Bay. When Jean-Paul and Bobby walked in, they found him in the middle of an argument with another mutant. "Telford, for the last fucking time, man –I won't do it. You aren't even supposed to be-" He looked and saw the other X-Men standing in the doorway and said, "Oh hey."

The tattooed man he had addressed as 'Telford' glanced over at them and then hissed something at the golden-skinned boy before vanishing.

"Hey Josh." Bobby greeted, "We just need a quick healing."

"Lemme guess." Elixir rolled his eyes, "Danger Room session. You people depend on me to fix all you little injuries all the time." Nevertheless he walked over to them.

"So what did Vanisher want?" Bobby asked.

"To be healed, of course." Elixir snorted with distaste. He reached out toward Bobby, "Try not to fidget too much." He said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bobby gave off a golden glow for a moment before Elixir let go of him and stepped back, "You strained a muscle in your shoulder, you know." he said.

Bobby shrugged and swung his arms back in forth, loosening his muscles, "Well it's gone now. Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah." Elixir muttered, turning to Jean-Paul. He held out his hand to her, and she took it. She felt a warm feeling flush through her and then over her skin. Elixir didn't let go of her, though. His eyes had closed and he had a frown on his face. A moment passed and he opened his eyes, letting go of her hand, "Huh. That was strange. I could've sworn-"

But Jean-Paul didn't hear the rest. She felt a sharp pain to her abdomen and doubled over with a yell.

"Jean-Paul?" Bobby said, putting a hand on her shoulder but unsure of what else to do.

She dropped to her knees as the pain continued. "What… did you…do?" she asked Elixir through gritted teeth as she wrapped her arms around the section of her torso where she felt the aching pain the most.

"I just-" he stuttered, looking shocked.

"Fix it!" Jean-Paul growled. She let out a whimper and a groan and leaned forward, retching. Still, the ache in her abdomen grew until it became too much to bear.

She was vaguely aware of Elixir dashing out of the room as he called for Nemesis and Kavita, but by then her eyelids were fluttering close…

When she opened her eyes again, Jean-Paul found herself in a hospital bed with the anxious faces of people he couldn't focus on enough to name standing over her. She moaned and leaned over the side of the bed before vomiting once more.

Then it all went black.

Every once in a while, she would wake up and throw up. Luckily, someone had brought in a bucket.

Jean-Paul wasn't sure when the pain in her abdomen had ceased. When she came around the tenth time, the only thing she knew was that she was drenched in sweat, and there was a strangely dressed man with gray-streaked black hair standing over her.

She watched, disorientated, as the man swung some sort of amulet over her and then began to speak in a tongue she didn't recognize. A peaceful sort of feeling soon fell over her and she drifted in unconsciousness once more.

-Yesterday-

Jean-Paul's eyes snapped open and he stared at the ceiling. He was drenched in sweat, and felt completely awful all around, but as he moved to rest a hand on his chest, he seemed to be lacking…

"Welcome back, Jean-Paul."

He turned his head to see Kavita standing nearby, smiling at him.

"I'm…" He started to say it, but his throat was too dry.

The biologist nodded, knowing what he was trying to say, "Dr. Strange came earlier than expected. It was quite an emergency."

"How long his it been?" He whispered.

"Only four days." She replied.

"What happened to me?"

Kavita hesitated and said, "You need to rest. Your body has been under a lot of stress. I will tell you when you are well again."

-Now-

"I'm what?" Jean-Paul burst out. It wasn't that he hadn't heard Nemesis; he just said it out of disbelief.

"Jean-Paul, we're assuming you had sexual intercourse with a man sometime in the past three weeks." Kavita began to explain, "And naturally, since you weren't female, you never noticed that you missed a period. Due to your mutation, you were already five weeks pregnant when Elixir healed you after the Danger Room session. Obviously, he didn't realize that you would have a human fetus inside of you, and he accidentally sped up its development even more before he noticed it was there. The pain you felt was just your body rejecting the sudden changes. Luckily, Dr. Strange arrived and stabilized you and the baby while returning you to male form. Technically, the womb is being protected by …magic, since the rest of your insides are male again."

Jean-Paul looked down and rest a hand near his stomach. He looked back up, shocked, and said, "Why can I feel a bump?"

Nemesis and Kavita exchanged looks and the latter said, "Well, we've estimated that Elixir sped you up to … week eleven. You're already almost done with the first trimester."

He looked from Kavita to Nemesis and groaned, "Three months in three weeks. Great."

"Oh, you won't be getting it that easy." Nemesis assured, "The baby's development is back to normal, but normal for you is twice as fast, so you're going to be walking around with a baby bump for at least another three months. And it's going to get bigger and bigger-"

"Bradley!" Kavita snapped, "You are no help at all! Go play with you experiments!"

Nemesis shrugged and nodded at Jean-Paul, mouthing, "and bigger,"

Jean-Paul clenched his teeth together and glared at Nemesis's retreating back.

"So, how are you feeling, Jean-Paul?" Kavita asked, "Hungry? Dizzy? Nauseas?"

"Starving." Jean-Paul realized. "I don't feel very sick."

"You're almost past the period of morning sickness." Kavita nodded, "You sped right through it, but that's part of the reason you've been so ill for the past few days. You should definitely get something to eat soon, though. You probably noticed that you were eating more than usual at breakfast."

"I usually eat a lot because of my metabolism, but yes, I did notice." He nodded.

"Well, you are eating for two now…" She paused and frowned, "Unless you'd rather get an abortion…?"

"Non." Jean-Paul answered automatically. The thought horrified so much he had replied without converting to English. "I mean, I am not going to kill a baby."

"Good," Kavita said, looking relieved. "Now before I let you go, I want to just tell you that because your baby is being protected by a spell, you won't be experiencing most of the things women have to go through during pregnancy. You will still be eating a lot, and you'll have to rest more often as the baby grows bigger, but you won't get any cramps or edema… oh, and you won't be going into labor, so when the time is right, Dr. Strange will come back to take the spell off the baby, and we'll perform a C-Section."

Jean-Paul raised an eyebrow, "Do any of you know how to?"

"Well, in theory, yes," Kavita said, "But Hank McCoy will be coming in a few days to be your doctor, so don't worry."

"Alright." He said, sliding off the examination table, "Can I leave?"

"Two more things," She smiled apologetically, "One: You will have to announce your pregnancy to everyone, including the father, which leads me to number two: do you know who the father is of the child is?"

Jean-Paul nodded, "Yes, I do."

It was just then, as he answered, that it finally struck him. He had been so focused on what was happening to him, he had completely forgotten about Bobby.

The father.

He left the Med Bay and headed to the cafeteria, making up his mind. He was going to eat first, break the news to Storm and Rogue (with whom he had grown close to over the past month), grow confidence with their support (at least he hoped they would support him. There was a very small chance they wouldn't…), and then tell Bobby.

Yes, that was going to be the plan.

Jean-Paul took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

As he walked down the hall, he kept having the feeling that everyone was staring at him. That was ridiculous, because his pregnancy wasn't even very visible, and he was wearing a sweater, which wasn't very tight at all.

It was just his nerves getting the better of his imagination.

Storm and Rogue were sitting at a table near the front of the cafeteria, and Rogue waved Jean-Paul over as he walked out with a plate of food. After years of living with him, no one found the amount of food piled onto his plate odd at all.

"Hey JP!" Rogue grinned, "How're ya feeling?"

"Male." He snorted in reply as he sat down.

"We visited ya in the Med Bay a few days ago. Ya didn't look too good. What happened?" She wondered.

Jean-Paul took a bite of food and chewed slowly. He swallowed and said, "My body was just rejecting some changes Elixir accidentally made."

"Accidentally?" Storm frowned.

"None of us realized I was pregnant."

"None of ya realized…" Rogue repeated, her mouth falling open.

"Jean-Paul do you mean…?" Storm said.

"I'm eleven weeks pregnant. The baby is growing in a womb protected by a spell by Dr. Strange." He nodded quietly.

The two women stared at him, dumbstruck, as Gambit sat down at the table next to Rogue.

"I feel like I missed somet'in'." He said, looking around at them all.

"Oh my god!" Rogue suddenly squealed.

Jean-Paul relaxed immediately as she and Storm smiled. He had been worried for a moment.

"Can Ah say congratulations, or is this a bad thing?" Rogue asked.

"It's fine." Jean-Paul said, smiling slightly.

"This certainly is unexpected." Storm mused, "But if you're alright, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Ororo." He said.

"Well don't keep talkin' tah us, you're probably hungry!" Rogue said.

Jean-Paul picked up his fork and rolled his eyes, "I am starving."

Gambit looked around the table at Storm and Rogue, who were still beaming at Jean-Paul. "I'm missin' somet'in', ain' I?" He grumbled.

A/N: If you like this story, please go to my profile, where there is a poll asking which story should go on hold so I can focus on the others. If this gets the most votes, then it will go on a temporary hold, and we don't want that, right? Oh, and please review! :)