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Authors Note: Yes, I am mad. But thank you for joining in my madness and thank you for the reviews.

"Now. It's very simple. I just give you this injection and then in a couple of minutes you should begin to change." said Hank trying not to let a smile break out on his face.

"Will there be any side effects after this?" asked Scott, the worry escaping into his voice.

"I'm 99.9 sure that there will be no side effects."

"So there's a 0.1 chance there might?"

"…best not to think about it."

Some of the guys began to laugh.

Word had got round the rest of the males left in the mansion about what was about to take place. Needless to say they had all gathered to 'support' their fellow team mates.

"Ok," said Scott, "let's do this."

He held out his arm.

You couldn't tell behind the visor but all of them were 99.9 Scott was closing his eyes.

Hank gave him the injection.

Nothing happened.

"Well?" said Bobby, "feel any different?"

"No," said Scott lowering his arm, "I guess it didn't wor-"

He clutched his stomach in pain.

"Scott!" yelled Hank moving towards him and trying to help the man stand up, blocking the view from everyone else gathered.

"Is he ok?" asked Pitor.

"Is he a girl?" asked Bobby with less tact.

The yells slowly died out until all they could hear was a slight whimper. Then hank carefully and slowly moved away revealing the fearless leader.

He was somewhat changed.

His brown hair now fell down to just below his shoulders in a slight wave. His face took on a more oval shape and his chin was notable smoother. What was even more noticeable, although not exceedingly so, was his chest, and then his waist. They had to agree, he made a very handsome woman.

"Well?" said Scott in a soft voice. His hand immediately went up to his mouth as the voice that had came out was a lot higher than his own.

"Not bad," said Bobby, giving his expert opinion as always.

"It still looks like you," said Warren, "but you know, if you were a girl."

Hank gave Scott a mirror.

Scott looked at his reflection and quickly handed the mirror back.

"Right, well. We know it works, so Logan, you're next."

Although his voice had become slightly higher the command was still there.

Logan growled and didn't move.

"Now Logan, look at Scott. He's perfectly fine." said Hank walking towards him slowly.

"So far." grunted Logan.

"Well if you don't feel comfortable about it," said Hank now standing beside him, " I guess we only have one more option."

"And what's tha- AHHH!" said Logan as Hank plunged the syringe into his arm, "HANK!"

He moved off clutching his arm and then he stopped suddenly and held his stomach. It was a very different experience watching the transformation actually take place. His hair grew longer down to just above his shoulders, although it was still thick and black. His shoulders became less broad, but the muscle in his back was still defined. When it had finished he turned round to face them.

They Laughed.

"Logan," said Bobby through tears of laughter, "you are quite possibly the UGLIEST woman I've ever seen."

Logan grabbed the mirror and looked at himself.

"It's not that bad," he said, which brought a fresh round of laughter from the crowd when they realised, although definitely more feminine it tell held that rough tone, "aw that lot o' ya shut up."
He went to cross his arms over his chest and found that it was proving to be a lot more difficult. They laughed again.

"The next idiot that laughs is gonna get one of these through their skull," he said popping a claw. They immediately stopped laughing.

"Right," said Hank preparing another shot, "Mr Lebeau."

They all turned to look at him. For the first time in his life, he had nothing to say. No comeback, no witty remark, nothing. All he felt was fear.

"uh…" he eventually managed, "I' not so hot on dis idea anymore." Remy's eyes flicked over to where the now female Logan was standing and then back to Hank, "M'not so sure I wanna find out what female me looks like anymore."

"Oh I'm sure you'll look lovely, now come here," said Hank, again trying to hide his smile.

Without his permission his feet began to move towards the doctor. He looked back at the others gathered there.

"Uh, Hank?"

"Yes?"

"Lets go behind de screen." said Remy quickly hiding behind one of the surgical screens.

"Never thought I'd see the day when Remy Lebeau was shy" said Warren sarcastically.

He was quickly hushed as everyone listened to what was happening behind the screen.

"Roll up your sleeve…right, now, if it helps, close your eyes."

"AH!!!"

"Remy I haven't put it in yet."

"Oh…right."

"Ok, now, try to relax…there."

"Dat wasn't so bad."

"No, so now we wait-"

"AHHH!"

The shouts slowly died away.

"Remy? Are you ok?" They heard Hank ask.

"Oui," said a soft Cajun, but clearly feminine voice, "I feel fine."

Remy appeared from behind the screen.

There was silence.

"Oh, it's bad isn't it. Is it worse dan Logan? Jus tell me, how bad is it?"

"wow," whispered Bobby.

Remy walked over and grabbed the mirror out of Logan's hand and looked at his reflection.

He grinned.

The person staring back at him had a perfect oval face with smooth skin, everything perfectly aligned. His lips where so pouty they could have Angelina Jolie's a run for their money, however when he smiled you could still see the crookedness. His auburn hair fell down to the small of his back his soft waves. He had a perfect hourglass figure and top it all off, very long legs.

"Well," said Hank eventually, "I think we can all agree that that worked very well."