Yo, Bender here. This fic you're reading is set in the world of Futurama, the show that was cancelled by the idiots at Fox and then brought back by the even bigger idiots at Comedy Central, and is being written by an idiot who's not getting paid so he can entertain the idiots who read the crap on this web page!

One of the challenges of writing a gender bending fic is in the use of gender specific pronouns such as she, her, his, or him To clarify things a bit I will generally use them will refer to characters in their present gender; however, whenever I use them in something like referring to a past event, I will use the pronouns for their usual gender in italics.

Slowly LaBarbara came to. He blinked around, to see to that he was laying on a cot in doctor Zoidberg's office. He then saw that Hermes was sitting on the examination table, with Drs. Cahill and Zoidberg standing beside her. "How long was I out?" he asked.

"About a minute and a half," Dr. Cahill replied. "I told you and the others that it was possible yesterday.

"I'm sorry," said LaBarbara, "it's just that-it's still such a shock to me."

"It's a shock to you?" exclaimed Hermes. "I'm the one who's pregnant!"

"But weren't you pregnant when we met?" asked Zoidberg.

"I'M A MAN!" cried Hermes at the crustacean doctor. "I mean, I was a man, and men don't get pregnant, you incompetent crayfish! I was just fat!" Now Hermes's face clouded up and she started sobbing into her hands. "I still am fat. And now I'm going to get fatter still!"

"There there Hermes." LaBarbara walked over to his spouse and draped his arm around her. "You're just pleasantly plump." He rubbed Hermes's round stomach. "Very pleasantly."

LaBarbara's rather sensual tone seemed to calm Hermes down. "That's very good of you LaBarbara. But, now we have something important to talk about.

LaBarbara knew Hermes was right. They had at times discussed having another child, but had never expected it to be like this. And although Hermes had always been a shrewd financial planner things were going to be tight until Planet Express got fully back on its feet. "Could we have some privacy?" he asked.

"All right," said Leela, "I've made it through the solar system out onto the main space ways; for now unless there's an emergency, for now the ship can handle itself on autopilot." He smiled; it felt really good to be doing something familiar and routine.

Or maybe not quite as routine as that. Fry had been sitting on her seat with an open compact and freshening up her lipstick. Leela guessed both must have been sent by the Central Bureaucracy; he had received a similar package containing cologne, men's deodorant, a razor and shaving cream.

"Alright, Bender, you have first watch," said Leela. "Remember to press the red button in case of an emergency."

"Will do." Bender raised his martini glass. Leela got up from the captain seat and walked out of the pilot room. Fry followed right behind him into the ship's hallway.

"So, the red-haired woman asked, "how long until I have to relieve Bender?"

"Twelve hours," replied Leela. "I suggest you get yourself some sleep."

Fry's arm wrapped around Leela's waist. "Oh I can think of something much more fun than sleep."

Leela sighed. "Fry, fraternization of that sort between captain and crew while on the job is strictly forbidden. I could lose my license!"

"I won't tell if you won't," Fry said coyly and fluttered her eyelashes. "Besides, what was the point of getting me those birth control pills if we're not going to do it? You know you want to."

"Fry, please!" Leela tried very hard not to stare at the top of Fry's cleavage poking through her skimpy halter top. God! Can men not help being boob obsessed idiots? "Regulations aside, it's best until you wait awhile after you've started taking it."

"I don't want to wait." Fry pressed her lips onto Leela's and thrust her tongue into his mouth. "C'mon Leela, now's the perfect time!"

"Fry please!" Leela grabbed Fry by both wrists and closed his eye. She shook his head for several seconds, and then opened his eye, staring straight into Fry's two. "YOU'RE BEHAVING LIKE A SLUT!"

Fry blinked, and then started to sob. Leela let go of her wrists, and she cried into her hands. "OH MY GOD! I'M SO PATHETIC!" She backed into the hallway wall, and kept weeping as she sat down on the floor.

Leela knelt down next to her. "Fry, I didn't mean-,"

"No. That's not it." Fry removed her hands from her face; mascara was running down her cheeks. "I thought I could handle it," she added as she looked down at her black pumps. "You know, have some fun dressing up and doing girl stuff until the professor found a way to turn us back, then pick my life back up where it left off. But," and she wiped another tear from her cheek, "the longer my body's like this, the more I think and act like a girl." A fresh stream of tears ran down her cheeks and she buried her face in her hands again. "I mean, am I still Philip J Fry? Am I turning into Phyllis? Am I already Phyllis? I don't know who I am anymore!"

"Fry, listen to me. It's not you. It's these excessive hormones in our bodies that Dr. Cahill told us about. They're making us act like this." Fry sniffed, but said nothing. "Why haven't you said anything about this before?"

"Macho pride," Fry sobbed. "Pretty stupid, considering the body I've got now."

"You do want to be a man again?"

"YES!" Fry wailed.

"Remember, it's just these hormones then. It's not really you. You're still Philip J Fry." Given Fry's emotional state, a lot of men would have taken advantage of her right then. Leela knew a BIG part of him wanted to do just that. And he also knew Fry would have gladly gone along too. But it wasn't what she needed right now.

"C'mon," he said as he held Fry in a tight hug, careful to make sure her face avoided the sharp talon growing out of his shoulder. "Let it out." Fry cried again, louder and longer. "Just let it out Fry."

"Amy's a-a man now?" Lieutenant Kif Kroker looked around at the altered forms of Professor Farnsworth, Dr. Zoidberg, Scruffy, Hermes and LaBarbara Conrad. He had been calling her for the last three days while he was on leave in the Alpha Centari system. When she didn't answer he got worried and took the first shuttle to earth. Not finding Amy in her apartment, he headed for Planet Express-and saw the gender-reversed versions of everyone.

"I'm afraid so," said the Professor. "And the change is 100%, too. Hermes even happens to be pregnant."

"You didn't have to mention that just now!" Hermes cried at the professor.

"And she-he hasn't show up for work yet either," the professor continued. As if on cue, the telephone rang. The elderly woman got up and walked over. "Hello Planet Express. You need it delivered we'll do it even if it kills our crew. Yes. Is he? Oh my." She held the phone away and covered the speaker with her hand. "Good news everyone! It seems Amy has been found in a room at the Paris and Nicole Hotel on Fifth Avenue."

"She-he's all right?" said Kif stumbling over the pronouns.

"Oh yes. But the hotel says we have to come over and get him." After taking the transport tube over to Fifth Avenue, a chamber maid led the Planet Express staff to a room on the thirteenth floor. There on a bed, tied to all four posts by the wrists and ankles and naked as the day he was born-albeit a different gender-was Amy.

"Bad enough that #&*$* dumped my clothes and stole my wallet after she tied me up," Amy snarled at the maid. "But couldn't you guys have untied me and got me some clothes?"

"We could, but decided it was funnier this way," said the maid. May then looked and saw standing with his co-workers was Kif-and himself naked and his new gender all too apparent.

"I suppose we're going to need to talk, Kif."

"Do you have to bring me here?" Hermes muttered under her breath as she and LaBarbara stood outside the Expectant Gap outlet at the mall.

"Look Hermione," LaBarbara said, using the name Hermes had registered under while they were in public. "You're going to need maternity clothes, and the ones we have left from when we were expecting Dwight won't fit you." Which was true. In either gender LaBarbara was both taller and slimmer than Hermes, and if Hermes was going to carry a baby full to term, she would need clothes that fit her.

"And another thing, this diet you have me on," said Hermes.

"No," LaBarbara said firmly. "You're eating for two now, and so no junk food. Also no cigars, no beer, and no roach!"

"But-,"

"Listen, woman," LaBarbara said as they went inside, his voice taking a softer tone, "I just want this baby to healthy. When I was carryin' Dwight, I didna have as much as a single cup of coffee."

Hermes sighed. "I understand. And it's only fair too." She still looked glum as they approached a counter. "I'm here because we just found out we're expecting," she told the clerk, "and we need some maternity clothes."

"Oh come right this way," the woman said as she stepped out and led the Jamaican couple over to an aisle. "We have a whole wide selection of dresses and stretching pants perfectly suited to a woman of your physique."

As the clerk picked out several items of clothing and held them before Hermes, exclaiming how they'd all look lovely on her, LaBarbara became uncomfortably aware of a blonde woman eying him. Without false modesty LaBarbara knew he cut a good looking figure as a man. Yet since he was changed, he felt no attraction to anybody except Hermes, and found the idea of women looking him over flattering and creepy at the same time.

As soon as the saleslady took Hermes to the dressing room, the woman stepped up to LaBarbara. "Hello, I'm Wendy Hendson," she said.

"I'm LaBarb-er, LeBron Conrad," said LaBarbara, giving his registered male name. "And while I'm flattered, I'm quite happy with my woman."

"No, no, it's not like that," Ms. Hendson said as she took out a card from her purse. "I happen to be the illustration editor for Pierrot Romance." LaBarbara recognized that name; he'd read several of that company's romance novels. "I happen to be expecting too, and I just noticed you. Have you ever modeled before?"

"Not professionally," said LaBarbara. "I did pose for this calendar, but it fell through."

"Well, we've been looking for a new male cover model," Ms. Hendson replied, "And I think you have just the right look. You can keep the card; call us if you're interested."

LaBarbara said nothing, just looking at the card for several seconds. The job at Planet Express was had just been a trick to get female LeBarbara to pose with the other girls for the girl calendar. And with the baby coming, the Conrads very well could use the extra money. "I'll have to talk with my woman about it," he finally said.

"Sure thing," Wendy answered. "It's not really a full time thing we're offering, and you're free to quit any time you like. Although," and she smiled as she said it, "with your looks, you could go far in this business."

I know I promised a look at what's been going on with the others, but so far I haven't found the time to put them in. I hope to have them in the next chapter though. Thanks to everyone who sent in reviews, and please send me more. Tell me what you'd like to see. As I've stated in the story Most of the gender sapped, save for the Professor and possibly Hattie, are now hyper hormonal. Yet it affects them all differently. Leela and Fry contemplate their relationship, and Amy talks with Kif at a bar(And no, there's not going to be any m/m slash between them, in case you were wondering)