Gendermorphs #2

DISCLAIMER: I have been hearing that Gendermorphs is a bit insulting to more sensitive readers, namely about a bias against women. There is none, or at least none meant on purpose. If people can't see past that, they need to know that I, Jekkal, am female, and If I found it insulting, I wouldn't write it. That said, enjoy my story, and PLEASE don't flame my reviews with that kind of stuff without at least smiling at the good parts. It's supposed to be a comedy, after all.

Chapter 1

My name is Tobias.

Toby. Whatever. I can't explain much about myself. I'm pretty tall for my height, I'm a dirty blond (not that kind of dirty), I have brown eyes, and I like surfing the internet.

I'm a girl. If you haven't figured that out.

I need to explain this as far as I can. You need to know that not everybody is what you think they are. Any friend, anybody your age (and maybe even older) could be one of them. You could be one of them.

It started at this football game. Last game of the season, major rivalry between the District Eagles, etc.

Whatever. Normal stuff.

There was a player on the Eagles. Alan Fangor. A nice kid I knew before I was transferred to Colonial Middle School. Now a lot more. He had become quarterback of the team, and taking our players down like flies. Then he went down.

My friends and I went down to their locker rooms. Don't ask why, but Alan wanted to see us. And that's where things changed.

He gave us the power to morph. A power that allowed us to be boys or girls. The power that has me trapped like this. But I'll explain that later.

Enter Stella B. Miller. Also known as Pom-pom. Head cheerleader of the Patriots. Probably the second most desirable (me being the first) woman on the planet. And the most diaboloical.

She takes down the line of Eagles , coming into Alan's room. Then she finishes him off. As in stab. Murder. Kill.

So much for him.

From that night, we had to learn our powers on our own. Along with our enemy.

That was how I got trapped. We were fleeing after storming a meeting of D Girlz Klub when I was pulled under the gym bleachers, and...

Well, you can guess what happened next. I swear, the guy must have been drunk. Either that, or I was drugged, because after I realized what happened I throttled him until he'd need ten plastic surgeons to fix his face.

So that's me. Boy turned girl. And let me tell you, I've learned more in two weeks then all of those progressive Sex Ed classes combined.

I've had to try so hard to hide it from Dad. He may be blind, but he still can hear me. He knows I'm spending more money than I used to (since I'm having to buy femme stuff now) and his SED (that's short for seeing eye dog), Jesse, doesn't recognize me anymore. She's beginning to trust me again, but still very edgy.

CMS thinks I'm with my Mom in Seattle. Dad knows I'm here. And meanwhile, I'm trying to hide a school system-wide conspiracy.

I've registered under a new name for School. Toby Serenal. Under a fake Social Security number and two bogus parents. I swear, they are so easy to fool.

That's how I found out about this new kid. A real genius.

After I met him, I found out why.

Chapter 2

"Hey."

"Hello." He replied back. Like he was looking for something else.

"What'cha looking at?" I asked him, in my 'D.C.' accent. It slipped. I try hard not too have it, but I just was used to it.

"Nothin'." He said casually. He tried to turn towards me. His hand eased towards his pocket.

"Well, hello hello hello hell-oooo!" This dipheaded blonde just jumped right between us and wasted no time trying to put him under her spell.

"Do you mind? Some of us would like to have a conversation!" I said, completely insulted. I sighed a little. I knew who this dip was.

Rachel.

"I don't think saying 'hello' constitutes a conversation." She replied. Then she turned at me with all eyes on fire. "Besides, who's going to stop me?"

"I am. Now, as she says. LEAVE!" He screamed, as annoyed (if not more) than I was.

I watch for two seconds as she stomped off down the hall, treasureless. I knew Rachel to be a bit more reckless, and not so boy-hunting.

Then again, that was when she kept her attentions to me.

"So, I never caught your name." I said as casually as I could for someone who just told off her old girlfriend.

"Max. Short for Maximilion." He replied.

"Okay, Max. Where'd you come from?"

He looked around, then hurried me over to the lockers so no one else could hear. "District of Columbia."

We ended the converstaion there, and ran off to our lockers. I got to class just as the bell rang. It was boring old school the rest of the day.

As I was heading home, it hit me. I ran over there, locked the door to my room, and dialed up Jake's number as fast as I could. In about the five seconds it took him to pick up, my heart was in my throat.

"Hi. Jake here."

"Jake? I found one."

"You found one what? One dollar?"

"One Eagle."

Chapter 3

"A what?" Marco said as soon as he heard the news. We had all gathered up at Jake's house.

"An Eagle. I swear, he is! He's from Washington!"

"I thought you said he said District of Columbia." Jake said, like he didn't beleive me.

"District of Columbia is a old way of saying Washington D.C." I snapped back.

"Great. So how do we get Max here to join us before Pom-pom preps him?" Marco snaps.

We still didn't have that great of an idea just what we were up against. We knew they were preppies, and they were trying to prep the whole school. And that was it. We didn't exactly have some Elfangor-Sirinal-Shamtul to explain everything.

"Rule number one: You want somebody, you find out more about them." I said casually.

"You're on your own then, Toby. You're the only one who shares classes with this guy."

"Great." I moaned.

The meeting broke up fairly quickly after, and I kept trying to figure out some way to know Max with out looking like a complete slut. I mean, I couldn't just go and ask the guy, "Wanna go shoot some hoops?"

I looked up at the sky. It was beginning to get dark. Not a good position for me. I had to get home, fast. I couldn't use the alleyways, or even that construction site for a short cut. I had to take my chances.

I straightened my T-shirt and started the run home. Each time a car came up the road I ran faster. Every time a boy made a comment to me (none of which I liked) I gave him what he deserved and kept running. I locked the door behind me, a shattered mess.

Being female, fourteen, and highly desirable is not a good combination.

"Tobias? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Dad!" I screamed.

"Tobias..."

"Dad! I'm okay!" I said in half fear. He placed his hand along my shoulder, then felt across it until he hit my neck.

"Son...daughter, whichever... What has happened to you?"

Chapter 4

I told him. Everything. I couldn't help it. He already knew too much, finding out I was female when he thought his clever offspring was just a little Xerox of him.

"Oh my... I'm calling the police."

"No! I mean, Dad! Stella's father is the chief there. If she finds out she'll send me back to D.C. in B.C.E!"

"Tobias, he won't-"

"THE POLICE ARE SCREWED! When was the last time you heard about anything good they ever did, besides give people tickets and bust drug rackets? He won't listen!"

"I'm not going to call the police first. I need to let Norm know about this first."

"Who he?"

"Alan's father. Don't you remember?" He ended the conversation there, and started dialing on the braille phone. "Norm? There's something you need to know..."

"That transgendered cheerleader did this? She murdered my boy?" Norm screamed over the phone. I noticed Jesse trying to cover her ears with her paws.

"Norm, save it for the police. That's where you'll need it."

"Don't tell me what to do, this was MY son I lost! Max! Come here!"

Max? Max is Alan's brother? I ran through my head, reeling. But I couldn't say a word. I remained silent.

"Uh huh. Right. Sure. Yes. I'll meet you two in twenty minutes. Come on, girls." He said as he hung up and slipped on Jesse's harness. I headed back to my room for an oversized T-shirt and snatched my purse. It was just some old pair of jeans from when I was ten. I had made it so the pockets had buttoned flaps, the part above the legs held the main stuff, and the pants legs were now inch-wide straps. It worked pretty well.

We waited out on the stoop for them to come, as the Camry skidded to a halt in front of our house, the doors flung open. Dad got in the front, Jesse on his lap, and I lept into the back. Right where Max was sitting.

"This is a fine how-do-you-do." He muttered.

"Sorry."

"I can't beleive this is happening. I end up heading to another school as a transfer and find out-"

"Shut up."

"-this. I can't beieive this was working under everybody's nose for so long."

"It's been working for some time. A silly school rivalry between Eagles and Patriots. The Patriots always seemed to be the 'Preppies', always first in trends and school styles, while the Eagles were the 'Sanies'".

"Sanies?" We both said in confusion.

"The sane ones." Norm concluded.

"Oh." we said in unison, then I barked: "So why the whole 'preppie invasion'?"

"Things change. Obviously the Sanies won out at Colonial over time, and they're beginning to strike back. Of course, now that it's no longer the seventies, their methods are much more extreme."

The car stopped in front of the police station. And I kissed my sorry butt goodbye.

Chapter 5

"This is an outrage!" Norman screamed.

"This is a hoax." Stella's father said in such a nonchalant manner you could almost beleive him.

"How can this be a hoax? A boy is dead and my son isn't a son anymore." My dad said, almost sobbing.

Chief Miller sat down at his desk. "First off, there is no true evidence that my daughter did kill his son. No one else on the Eagles even knew he was dead until they checked on him before the first play of the second half. They would've surely seen or heard something first."

"What if the team was given a tranquilizer before the murder?" I butted.

"Well, I suppose so. Still, there was no way to dope those players without having a loaded elephant gun."

"Stella didn't use an elephant gun. I'd bet she had some knockout lipstick on, and with that knockout body of hers, it could've done the trick."

"As her father, I know she doesn't have access to that kind of thing. Plus, I make sure she dresses quite modestly."

"It doesn't show in the halls." I mumbled.

"Back to the point, Chief. Isn't anything going to be done about this school gang? And what about Tobias? " Max said, leaning on the desk.

"Tobias's condition is a lie. Not even the latest medical technology could turn any man into a perfect woman. As for the other question, it's not a gang until some law is broken. And there is nothing wrong with a club trying to expand it's members. Now get out."

We stomped down the precinct steps. "I'm sorry, Toby. I tried to explain to him, but-" My Dad started.

"But nothing. I don't care if the police beleive us or not. I'm going to nail Stella if it's the last thing I do."

He gave me that strange eye-smile he still knew how to do. "I'm not going to stop you. Considering what's already happened, it couldn't get worse."

"Dad? You mind if I help them out?" Max said, leaning considerably closer to me.

"Sure. Just catch a bus before nine. See you later." Norm said, as he rolled up the window and took my Dad back home.

Chapter 6

"Okay, not-so-gentlemen (and I use the term loosely), I present Maxilimilion Fangor!"

"Okay, now what's he do?" Marco said.

"This." He began morphing right in front of us. The hair was getting longer.

"Max! No!" I said. I jumped right in front of Jake and Marco.

"Is there anything wrong with my morphing?" He said, confused.

"Nothing wrong with morphing. Plenty wrong with watching." I shot a poisonous look to Marco.

"I wasn't trying anything." Marco whined, taken aback.

"Bull."

"Okay, okay, so maybe I was."

"Marco, get a clue. We've all got the same figure with female morphs, albeit they're racially different. So if you wanna watch Max morph, fine. But you've gotta demorph au naturel in front of me if you do." I said, teasing. With that, Marco pulled the pillowcase over his head.

"What's 'au naturel' mean?" Jake asked.

"You don't KNOW?!?" Max exclaimed, then started laughing. I giggled for a bit myself.

"Jake, that means-" I said.

"I take it back. I don't want to know." He whines. "In other things, I've got a little something from D Boyz Klub flyers. Something called 'A Kapital Kapitol in the Kapital Weekend'." He says, wiggling a flyer in front of Marco.

Marco lifts up the cover and looks at it. "Max-man, Your friends are about to get their tooshies kicked."

"WHAT?" He screams in a countertenor voice.

"The Capitol is that building for Senate, right? And where do you think it's located?"

"DC!" We all screamed.

Chapter 7

"Dad, can I stay over at Max's for the weekend?" I asked my father two days later. It was Saturday Morning, right when the Klub buses were loading up.

"Sure. Just don't accept any internships for 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, if you know what I mean." He smirked.

"Okay, no Lewinskies." I smiled. Fact was, I was heading to DC whether he liked it or not. The only thing he changed was whether I had to commute daily or not. I already had a duffel packed, and was heading over to Max's dad's car to stuff it in.

"You sure this is safe?" Marco asked him.

"Sure it is. I have a license, don't I?"

"Hold it. You're a NINTH grader?" I said, slamming the trunk shut.

"Is it a problem?" Jake commented.

"Nup." I replied, shoving myself in the back seat, next to Jake as Marco took the front and we buckled up for an hour's drive.

"Uh, Toby..." Jake started.

"Wha?"

"Well, I'm having doubts about Cassie and Rachel not being preppies. It may be too late. And since I'm not too sure about anyone else..." He got a grin I only saw once.

When I lost it.

IT.

"Jake! Are you nuts!?! I'm your pal! Compadre! You aren't supposed to like like compadres! That's how Tinky Winky got in trouble!"

"What are you talking about? I'm the boy, you're the girl. That's all there is to it."

"Jake, back off!"

"C'mon..."

Chapter 8

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Jake cried, clutching an unbeleiveably swollen right eye.

"Both of you, shut up! Jake, either stop it or I'll tie your reason for wearing pants to the roof rack!" Max said, swerving off the freeway to stop.

"Ouch." Marco commented.

"Toby, you sit up here." He said. So Marco and I switched seats. It was a pretty quiet trip up to Max's house after that.

"Here, we are, boys." Max said, as he eased into the complex. "Dad said he wouldn't mind just as long as nobody tried to sneak beer in."

"Tell him to relax." Marco replied as he hauled out his suitcase. I grabbed my duffel and followed Max up to his Dad's apartment.

It was a roomy penthouse, with plenty of space for three extra guests to stay. Since Max's dad was going to be gone for that weekend, Max took his room, Jake and Marco in the master bedroom, and I on the sofa. After we set up, Max called us back out, so he could cruise for a while and see where the D Boyz Klub and DGirlz Klub were.

We'd passed a few old landmarks I remembered, and a few other places that had really changed since I left. For most of the day we found nothing. Nothing that even slightly looked like them.

Until it got really, really dark....

"C'mon," Max sighed. "they're not here." I took one last glance out the window, and them I saw someone.

"Hold it." I whispered to him, "Turn off your lights and follow him."

"That's dangerous." He replied.

"Then park it and we'll try to blend in." I said, jumping out of the car. The others followed me, keeping as quiet and as mindless as the rest of the crowd.

"We're heading back towards the Supreme Courthouse." Jake whispered.

"I know."

A quick rattling of cans could be heard, and then a few bright flashlights were turned on . Not too high, so no one at ground level could see it. Not that it mattered — According to my watch, it was 12:30 AM.

"Okay, people, pretty it up good. We'll make sure those Eagles get credit." Pom Pom sneered. I could see her votile shadow in the stone.

"Those dirty little jerks! They'll curfew the entire school with homework and detention until we graduate!" Max snapped. "They need us out of the way!"

"Who said that?"

Chapter 9

"I said, who said that?" Pom Pom sneered as she scanned the lines.

"I did!" I said, jumping out into light of the crowd.

"Eagle scum. You realize, of course, that what we did to Alan can just as easily happen to you. In fact, we'll make sure that you'll never see your friends again, after the police arrest you."

"Don't make any sudden moves," I said, shaking up a spray can. "I'm armed."

"Hah! As if you'd endanger your precious little government temple?" She mocked.

"Actually, I meant this!" I screamed, blasting the can towards her. It was actually one of my homemade stink bombs. It'd dissipate by morning.

Until then it had the odor of a dozen skunks.

KA-BOM!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYUK!"

"WWOOO!"

"OOOOOOFFAH!" They spreaded out and away. After we were sure they were gone, we did the same.

"Good move, Toby." Marco said to me. "They won't get another chance until next Saturday night."

"More like a month." I replied. "It'll take time for them to get together another trip up here, and what's to say the parents will be willing again so soon?"

"Let's just get back to the apartment. I'm sleepy." Max said, ambling the car back to the complex.