Possible Material
By: NoDrog(s)
This is a Fusion Fic, based on Kim Possible (which is Disney's) and MaterialGirl (which is made by HeartGear, http:// heartgear . deviantart . com/ )
Kim Possible characters used without permission for non-monetary entertainment purposes only, please do not sue.

Inspired by an idea by Love Robin, written with her assistance.

Chapter one: Time to come out of the closet.

Will Du woke up with a pounding headache and the awareness of hard, lumpy objects pressing against his back. He looked around, discovering he was laying on the floor of his sister's closet. "What happened?" he asked plaintively, then frowned. His voice sounded odd, higher pitched then usual. Stumbling out of his sister's closet, he stared in shock at his reflection.

First, there was the bright pink ribbon Dr. Aladocious had tried to show him earlier, now wrapped around his neck and tied in a big bow at the back. On his wrist and ankles were what appeared to be pink plastic bracelets, the exact same color as the ribbon. Next, he was not wearing the Global Justice jumpsuit he had been wearing yesterday evening. Instead, he was dressed in a pair of pink Barbie doll pajamas his sister had left when she had gone to college.

Will grabbed the ribbon around his neck, trying to untie it and remove it. Much to his surprise, he discovered that he couldn't get the ribbon to budge.

"Will!" Mrs. Wanda Du called upstairs to her son. "Is that you? What are you doing up there?"

"Getting ready!"

Will blinked. That had sounded like him; at least, him if he had been sucking on a helium balloon. He had opened his mouth to speak, he had felt the words form in his throat, but he had not intended to say them. Before he could say anything else, he found himself yanked like a marionette with a ham-fisted puppeteer over to his sister's vanity table. Invisible hands seemed to force Will into the seat in front of the vanity mirror. His wrists and ankles were pinned down to the chair, as if manacled. Drawers opened, a hairbrush flying up to begin brushing Will's hair while a perfume bottle floated over and sprayed Will. When Will opened his mouth to complain, the ribbon suddenly tightened around his neck. Will promptly closed his mouth, feeling the ribbon relaxing, and tried to figure out what was going on.

Perhaps he was having a very strange dream. He stared in horror as a tube of cherry lip gloss floated up and began applying itself to his lips. No, none of his dreams were this weird. Perhaps some mad scientist was seeking revenge on Will and was remote-controlling Will through some unexplained technology. It wouldn't be the first time; Agent K'Loze Shave had narrowly avoided walking over a cliff after incarcerating Doctor Odd-ham. No, none of the mad scientists Will had captured recently would have the right resources or knowledge to do anything like this, and of the mad scientist Will had captured before that did have the resources, none of them would have the attention span to execute a plan like this after so long.

The hairbrush settled down. Once again, Will felt the sensation of being jerked around as he was dragged over to the closet. He found himself aping the motions of undressing as the pajama top unbuttoned itself and the pajama pants slid down with a life of their own. Will blushed at seeing himself dressed only in the ribbon, four bracelets, and a pair of bright pink Hello-Kitty panties. A white blouse, a white training bra his sister hadn't needed for years, and a plaid skirt floated out of the closet.

Will tried to protest, but no sound came out of his mouth. He was helpless as the clothes settled onto him. He felt one foot being lifted up in the air, as a white knee-high sock slid onto his foot, followed by a shiny black shoe. Next, that foot was set down and his other foot lifted in the air, to repeat the process. Next, Will was walked over to the mirror and he stared at himself in shock.

Despite having (helped) save the world several time, Will still had not reached the point of maturity where he needed to shave. With the outfit, lip gloss, and his hair brushed, it would be easy to mistake Will for a young teenage girl. Will vowed silently that whatever evil, twisted megalomaniac genius behind this humiliation would suffer in the deepest and darkest prison facility Global Justice had.

"Will?" called Wanda Du, a little worried. "I have your breakfast ready."

"Just a moment, mom!" Will called reflexively, then blinked in surprise. Once more, he could talk. Granted, it was in a high pitched voice, but he could talk. "Mom, help! Something weird is happening and….". Will's mouth moved, but once more no audible sound came out. Instead, Will found himself walking to the stairs.

Will panicked. He couldn't let his mom see him like this. He struggled and strained, but his invisible tormentor's grip on Will's wrists and ankles was too strong.

"Will?" said Wanda, gasping at the sight of her son. Her son, who refused to go shopping with her and dismissed every known mother-and-son activity as being 'too girly'.

Will opened his mouth, trying to explain, or at least to beg his mom to call Dr. Director for help. Instead, he heard his new falsetto voice say "Thank you, mom!" as his hands grabbed the breakfast sandwich his shocked mother was holding. It felt as if someone had grabbed Will by his collar as he was forced to lean forward, kissing his mother on the cheek. "See you later!" the voice called as Will found himself walking out the door and grabbing up his back-pack. When Will opened his mouth once more to cry out for help, his right hand lifted up, forcing Will to take a dainty, lady like bite out of the sandwich.

Wanda blinked, recovering, and rushed to the kitchen. There, she picked up the phone and hastily dialed the number for Ken's office. "Ken, dear?" said Wanda into the phone. "I think there's something very odd is going on with our son... do you think he could be cracking up under all the stress?"

"What is going on?" Will whimpered as he shrugged on his backpack. "I don't need to head to school for another fifteen minutes!".

"Correct."

Will blinked and turned his head around. He was currently walking… or being walked, depending how you wanted to look at it… through a park pathway. There was no one around that he could see. "Who said that? Who's doing this to me?" he said, then realized he could once again move freely.

"I am the Remote Imitator of Basic Behavior using Onboard Nanobots prototype model x-1. You may refer to me as RIBBON." the voice said. "I am currently in active mode around your neck."

"Why didn't you say anything before?" demanded Will.

"Before, there was an unacceptable probability of anything I said being overheard. Primary directive three is to prevent my function from being known by unauthorized personnel." said RIBBON.

"Who made you? What are you doing around my neck?" demanded Will.

"I was created by Dr. Sue Aladocious as part of the Kim Factor imitative. I was activated by being in close contact with a male agent for longer then ten minutes. I am currently fulfilling my primary directives." said RIBBON.

"You must have been what she was showing me…" Will growled. "Well, we'll see about that. What are your primary directives?"

"Directive one: Maintain the life of my wearer. Directive two: Ensure my wearer acts according to the basic behavior patterns programmed into me. Directive three: Prevent unauthorized personnel from learning of my function." said RIBBON.

"How do I get you off?" demanded Will.

"Removal can only be done by authorized personnel. The only person currently authorized is Dr. Sue Aladocious." reported Ribbon.

"Ok, who's authorized to know about you?" demanded Will.

"Currently, you and Dr. Sue Aladocious. " said RIBBON. "Only Dr. Aladocious is authorized to tell anyone else about me."

"What are you going to do if I try to tell someone else?" demanded Will.

"I have several options." said RIBBON. "As I have previously done, I can shift your voice so it is inaudible to humans. I can use various negative feedback techniques. If necessary, I can and will induce strangulation."

"Wait, I thought you said you had to keep me alive!" said Will.

"Correct. However, allowing you to lapse unconscious due to lack of oxygen will not violate that directive." said RIBBON.

"Fine." said Will. "I'm going to go see Dr. Sue Aladocious right now and get her to take you off of me."

Will tried to walk toward Global Justice. Instead, he found himself being force-marched over to a bench and made to sit down. When he tried to slump, RIBBON tugged upwards, forcing Will to sit up straight. The ankle bracelets forced his legs primly together, and the wrist bracelets made him keep his hands demurely in his lap.

"Once I was activated, I downloaded your schedule from the Global Justice mainframe." announced RIBBON. "Your current schedule is to attend the private school where Global Justice currently has you enrolled. You normally do not go to Global Justice until after school is over. At this time, deviating from that routine would put me at unacceptable risk of detection."

"You want me to go to school dressed like this?" snapped Will. "The other kids will think I'm a cross dresser!"

"Your appearance is currently suitable to be viewed as a young human female, not as a male cross dresser." said RIBBON. "My files indicate this is your first day at the school, after being privately tutored. I have already changed your records to reflect that your name is Candy Do and that you are female."

"Wait! I've got friends from the Global Justice Youth League who are going to that school!" said Will.

"You will have to convince them you are acting of your own free will and get them to aid you in the deception." RIBBON announced coldly.

"How am I supposed to do that?" demanded Will.

"If necessary, I will tell them you have had gender reassignment surgery." said RIBBON. "Modifications to your body will be required to maintain that deception."

"Wait! Wait!" said Will. He sighed. "I'll… I'll tell them something."

"Very good. Negotiations have proven useful." announced RIBBON. "Do you wish to further negotiate?"

"Yes." said Will.

"My current form of locomoting your body is energy inefficient." said RIBBON. "I will allow you to maintain freedom of movement, subject to required behavioral modifications, if you will agree to follow your schedule of activities for the day."

"Part of that schedule means going to Global Justice after school so I can talk to Dr. Sue Aladocious." said Will.

"Agreed." said RIBBON.

"What do you mean by behavioral modifications?" demanded Will.

"When you sat, you attempted to sit with unladylike posture. I took steps to correct that." explained RIBBON. "I will maintain making such modifications, including shifting your voice to its current, more feminine register.".

Will considered. One day of this couldn't be TOO bad, he could always think of it as practice infiltrating a villain's lair. Once he got the collar off, he could get the records changed back and tell his friends what had happened. Sure, it would be a bit embarrassing, but at this point he didn't really see where he had a choice. "Agreed."

"Very well." said RIBBON. "I suggest you begin walking to school. You do not want to be late.".

Will stood up and took a few cautious steps. He found he was unable to take large steps, but was able to walk if he moved carefully. Either the shoes or the ankle bracelets made him walk with a sway to his hips. "Can I take off these shoes?" Will asked.

"Negative. The shoes are part of the required outfit." said RIBBON.

"This is ridiculous." Will muttered.

"Muttering is not ladylike.." said RIBBON.

Will resisted the urge to spit out several words he was sure RIBBON would consider unladylike and walked toward school.