Chapter 3

The Weekend...

When Saturday came, Mystique made good on her word, that she was going to turn Toad into a lady. She made Toad get up at 5 a.m. to teacher her how to walk down the stairs elegantly till about 8 a.m. It wasn't as easy as the young girl had thought it would be. She had fallen down the stairs about 5 times and had wanted to cuss up a storm, but Mystique told her that if she used any profanity there would be no breakfast.

The torture didn't stop there, unfortunately. Mystique also had Toad make breakfast, lunch, and dinner to boot.

"A key element to woman hood is her talent in making devine and edible dishes that will have men crawling at her feet for more." Mystique said with a sweet smile.

"Why are you teaching me this? You do remember that I'm gonna go back to bein' a boy once Wanda figures out how to work that spell, right?"

The older woman ignored what she said and continued, "You can tell about a woman by how she cooks and prepares the food. She can be a perfectionist that strives for order in life. A laid back woman who cares only about the soul of the food instead of how it looks. A dainty flower that is more interested in presentation and beauty. Or..." Mystique moved closer to Toad, placing her hand upon Toad's which was holding a bottle of spice, "You could be a dainty flower in disguise with a hidden agenda."

"You can be really creepy at times."

"Sometimes you have to be, if you want to survive in the world of men."

Toad gulped and continued with her cooking. Everyone was scared to eat what she had made. They waited for Fred to take the first bite before they dug in themselves. When they saw that Fred hadn't fallen over dead, they tempted fate, and ate the food. It looked horrible, but tasted good. They all even went back for seconds.

Toad looked up at Mystique with a proud smile, "So what kind of lady am I?"

"Well, I'd say-" but she was stopped short, but the multiple sounds of gurgling tummies in the room.

Everyone was holding their stomachs withs a very painful and sickly expression upon their faces.

Pietro let out a fart, "Oh, no!" he squealed in a high pitched voice and zipped up the stairs to the bathroom.

"Oh, God..." Lance pushed himself away from the table and pushed Wanda off to the side, "Out of my way!"

"Nugh!" Wanda fell to the floor, she glared painfully at Lance's back, raised her hand, and zapped him with her hex powers. "Don't be so rude!"

"Wanda. What did I tell you about using your powers?"

"Fuck it! I don't care! Oh, God! This is a fucking emergency!"

The only ones that were left were Mystique, Toad, and Fred. They looked at Fred, who happened to still be eating.

"You're not sick, yo?"

Fred shrugged his shoulders and took another bite, "Guess I just digest things a little more differently."

Toad looked to Mystique, she was about to ask her the same thing, when she noticed that she wasn't eating anything that she had cooked. Instead, she was eating a bowl of grape fruit, "How come you ain't eatin' what I cooked?"

"It's quite simple, my dear. I know better."

"That's mean."

"And to answer your question as to what kind of lady you are..." she took a sip of her coffee, "You're the type should never cook again."

"What? This is bull-"

"Langauge."

"Grrrr!" the sound of Fred chuckling caught her attention, "Don't make me hurt you."

"As if you could." he pushed himself away from the table and went into the living room. He hadn't made it more than half way, when he suddenly felt his own stomache rubble, "Crap!"

Toad and Mystique laughed as they watched him dissapear up the stairs and saw the bodies of Lance and Pietro get thrown back down those very stairs.

"Sorry, Wanda. I don't care if you're a chick, but-GAGH!"

Suddenly Freddy came flying down the stairs and landed on top of the other two boy's bodies.

"FUCKING KNOCK NEXT TIME, ASSHOLE!"

All three boys moaned miserably from where they laid.

Mystique and Toad walked in the living room to get a better view.

Lance looked up at them and groaned, "Why ain't you sick, Toad? You ate your own cooking."

Toad shrugged, "I also eat bugs, yo. So my cooking ain't nothin'."

Lance's stomache grumbled again, "Ooooh! Words can't express how much I hate you right now."

While, Toad waited for her next cooking lesson, Mystique had her working on her posture, how to walk, and how to sit like a lady. Toad thought that the walking part was going to be a piece of cake, until Mystique piled a large amount of books on top of her head. She would have called it quits, but Mystique tempted her with the promise of chocolate covered grasshoppers and ants. So they kept at it, until it was time for bed.

Then next morning was pretty much the same thing, only this time Mystique was have her work on her grammar and proper etiquet at the table.

"Mystique! Enough already! If I do anymore lady crap my head will explode!"

"But you've been showing so much progress, Toad. I'd hate for you just quit right now and then see you come home from school crying due to embarrassment."

"I'm practically cryin' from embarrassment right now." she looked behind her to see Pietro and Lance mocking her. Pietro was walking perfectly with a pile of books on his head and Lance was pretending to be a boy interested in the feminate Pietro, "Can I kill them?"

"No. That's not lady like."

"Can I hire someone to assassinate them?"

"That would be a bit more better, but not by much. But the answer is still no. You need to learn to ignore little things like that."

"But it's so irratating! They've never picked on me this much when I was a boy."

"Oh, I believe that they have. You probably had just gotten so use to it that you don't even notice anymore. The only reason you're noticing it so much now is because they're are teasing you in a different fashion."

"Maaaan!" Toad groaned, "This sucks!"

Mystique put her hands on her hips and gave her a stern look, "Do you want to go back to working on your grammar? I still have plenty of marbles left over aside from the few you accidently swallowed."

"No ma'am!"

"Fine. Now. When you hold your tea cup, make sure you hold it dantly with your pinky stinking out."

By about 8 in the evening, Mystique let Toad free to do whatever she felt like. Toad was too tired to go out and do anything, so she simply changed into her new pajamas and lounged around the house. She was a bright pink sleaveless top with a bright green frog on the front and long pink velvet bottoms. She was about to and watch her favorite show "Bones", but Pietro and Lance had commendered the TV, and were watching "House" instead. Toad side and decided to step outside and sit on the front step. It wasn't long before she realized that she wasn't alone anymore.

She turned her head and jumped slightly at the sight of a massive shower sitting in a chair, off to the side. "Fred! Jeezus, man! You practically scared the livin' day lights outta me. How long have ya been out here?"

"For a while." he said, resting his hands upon his stomach, he looked up at the night sky, "I like comin' out here sometimes. Just to be alone every once in a while."

"Oh." she too turned to look up at the night sky, "Yeah. I get ya. Things can definatetly get pretty rowdy with the lot of us under one roof." she sighed, propping an arm up on her leg, and resting her head upon it, "I'm just glad that Mystique finally let me have some free time to myself. I don't know if she's torturing me because she has nothing better to do or she just gettin' back at me for all the times failed on our missions."

"I don't think she's doin' it to ya, because of that, Toad. I can see her doing it more from sheer boredome, but not for petty revenge. I think she'd come up with something worse than dressin' ya like a girl."

"Yeah. Now that I think about it. Normally she'd hit me or throw me into a wall for fuckin' up the missions. I just don't get why she's puttin' so much effort into makin' my life a living hell right now."

"Dunno. But if ya want my opinion, I think it's because she misses having a daughter around."

"Ya gotta be kiddin' me."

"Well, that's what I think. Take it or leave it, buddy."

"But why is she going so far, when she knows that I'm gonna be turnin' back into a boy?"

Fred shrugged, "I can't tell ya how that woman's mind works, Toad. But from where I stand, you seem like you don't mind it too much."

"What? No way! I hate it!"

"Hmph I think in a way you kinda like the attention. You're the only one here who get's the least amount of respect and affection. If ya really hated it, ya could of told the old woman "fuck you" and hopped away somewhere until Wanda was actually ready."

She gaped at her friend, she wanted to say something really mean right now, but she knew that deep down inside he was right. She faced forward, hugged her knees to her chest, and sighed miserabley.

Fred got up from his chair and walked over to her. Patting her on the shoulder lightly, "It's all gonna be okay, Toad. Wanda's a fast learner. She'll have you turned back to your old self in no time."

She looked up at him with hopeful eyes, "Ya really think so?"

"I know so." a breeze of cold air blew their way that made Toad shiver, "It's gettin' pretty cold out. Come on. Let's get ya back inside before ya catch a cold. You don't wanna be sick on your first day of school as a girl, now do ya?"

"I can only be so lucky, Fred."

She waited for Fred to turn his back to her, then she hopped up, and attatched herself to him.

"How many times do I gotta tell ya that I ain't a ride?"

"As many as it takes before ya throw me off, yo." resting her arms and head ontop of his head.

Fred felt Toad's breasts pressing up again his neck, this made him feel ackquard, and he blushed, "Um... Can ya move a little bit? This is startin' to feel kinda weird."

"Oh. Sorry." she moved to where she was resting on his massive shoulder instead, "I keep on forgettin' that my body's a little bit more different now."