A/N: Hey you guys. I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever and a day. Writer's Block. And I'm losing interest in this story. And KiGo. :(

So, guess what? I like someoneeee! :D I know that souns super lame of me, but ugh. After my GF broke up with me, I've been a sad pile of shit. But I'm happy again!

Hahaha, anyways, here's chapter ten. Sorry for any inconsistincies, grammar, or idk, shit. I'm too lazy to edit, so yeah.

And if anyone is interested in adopting this story, PM me or something, cause I'm getting bored of it.

Enjoy! :)

"Ugh, that Megan Fox…I swear, she'll be the death of me." Shay stated. Kim rolled her eyes. They were walking side by side out of the movie theater. Shay popped some left-over popcorn into his mouth. It was cold outside and Kim watched her breath turn into small wisps. She wondered if that was what smoking felt like. Her thoughts wandered around it and remembered that Shay had a small white square on his lumbar that looked suspiciously like a nicotine patch.

"Shay, have you ever smoked? I won't tell if you have, I promise!" She held up her right hand. He wondered where Kim's mind was as they reached his car.

"Why do you ask?" His eyebrow was raised as he entered the driver's side. Kim got in through the opposite way before answering, "Well, I don't know…I'm just curious?" She offered. Shay nodded his head, starting the car.

"No, I haven't. Though it's a habit I wouldn't mind having…" He trailed off.

"Then what's that patch on your back?" Kim blurted out. Oops. She didn't want to corner him with questions, so she beat around the bush. But the color of his face drained, and he opened his mouth to say something, except nothing was coming out. Kim thought he resembled a goldfish. It made her suspicious.

Shego felt the adrenaline rush through her male body. Shit. She saw that…argh, think Shego, THINK! Um…okay, Tyler, play it cool. Kim was on the verge of questioning the presence of the patch, when suddenly, Shego smirked, slipping back into Tyler's persona. "So…you admit to oogling my body, eh Miss Priss?" Kim blushed furiously, while Shego mentally smacked herself for revealing yet another nickname. Damn it, she mentally huffed. Well, at least I diverted her train of thought.

Dr. Drakken was…well…for lack of a better term, bored. He had actually organized his entire lair, albeit sloppily. He avoided Shego's room of course. But he was very, very, dangerously curious to what was behind that ordinary door. He eyed the piece of paper that was taped on it.

Don't even think about it.

That, of course, had him thinking about it. About going into her room. She wasn't here. She wouldn't know. But if she did, he'd be nine kinds of fucked. He thrust his chest out with seemingly manly pride, thinking that he shouldn't be afraid of a woman. With that resolve, the blue man put his hand on the door knob and turned it. The right half of his face poked through the crack between the door and the wall, before throwing it completely open. A blast of white light coming at his face was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

"Hey! Monique!" A valley girl accent called out. Monique craned her neck in the direction of the voice. It was Bonnie. What does she want? Monique thought. Bonnie jogged up to her. They were both at the mall, inside Club Banana. Monique was working, folding misplaced shirts and pants with that nifty table that folded, while Bonnie was shopping. She had more than a few Club Banana bags hanging on her arm.

"Um, heyy, Bonnie…what's up?" She inquired awkwardly. Bonnie seemed totally unaffected by the obviously tense atmosphere and smiled one of those big, award winning smiles that little girls used to get something they wanted. Now Monique understood. The queen bee-otch wanted something.

"Have you seen the new guy? I mean, wow, that kid is like, delish!" Bonnie swooned. Monique rolled her eyes. Sure, that Tyler dude was fucking hot, but she wasn't really interested. "C'mon Monique, don't tell me you haven't seen him."

"Yeah, Bon-Bon," Monique emphasized the name Bonnie hated, "I have seen him around. But don't waste your time, girl. He's into Kim," Bonnie's eyes bulged. That couldn't be true…

"What? He is not into that dork! He's way too good for her!" Bonnie squealed.

"Well, I mean, that's what I think," Monique sighed.

When Shay got to his apartment after dropping Kimmie off, he made a beeline for the bathroom. He need a mirror. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it to the floor and took off his shirt. He twisted his back, searching for that damned patch. When he found it, he peeled it off, and his olive complexion turned to Shego's pale skin. He leaned against granite counter, his face hovering above the sink.

"That was close," he said under his breath.

The now pale man replaced the patch on the inside of his thigh and his pale skin went back to its olive complexion.

"Stupid Kimmie, scaring me to death. Shit," he muttered. He stormed to his room and flopped onto the bed. He stayed like that for awhile. Shay finally sat up, staring straight ahead of him. Oh, a TV. He forgot that was there.

He turned it on, searching through the guide for something worth watching. After coming up with nothing, he surfed through the movie channels. Sex Files: Tall, Dark, and Handsome. Shay's eyes lit up. Sex! He pressed 'select' on the remote.

The TV went black for a second before a woman in a very snug police uniform came on screen. She was brunette, busty, and had an ass to die for. It seemed her work day had just ended since she just walked into her apartment. She threw her keys into a bowl that was on a table by the door. She put her sexy little hat on it, too. She walked through the hallway. Suddenly, a dark figure popped out at the end of the hallway and charged at her. He pushed her up against the wall, restraining her. Ooo, rape. Yum, Shay thought.

"Listen, bitch," the figure spat at her, "you remember me? You had me put away a few months back," the brunette's eyes were huge by now, filled with fear, "and I got out. And now, I'm gonna get my revenge," he stressed the last word by licking her right cheek. She pulled away as much as she could—which wasn't a lot—in disgust.

By now, Shay had felt the beginning of an erection. He touched himself through his jeans until he was steel hard. His breathing had changed, too. It was now hard and shallow.

"No! Please! I'll do anything! Don't kill me," the busty woman shouted as he ripped off her clothes. Shay slowly unzipped his jeans, teasing himself. He slid off his jeans, and now, his erection was obvious through his boxers.

The actress's breasts were swaying wildly as he pumped in and out of her, her wailing telling him to stop…and then not to stop.

Shay was stroking his member and was marveled at how it throbbed and twitched. He ran fingers over his shaft and accidently touched his tip, making him hiss. He finally grabbed it and started pumping. His chest and back were slightly sweaty. He started growling, deep throaty moans coming from him. And then his cell phone rang.

He cursed aloud. He went and got it from his jean pocket, looking at who it was. Drakken Calling.

"What the fuck does he want?" Shay roared. He hit the answer button.

"What." He demanded.

"Shego…you…you have to help me…" Drakken's voice sounded a lot lighter than it usually did.

"What's the matter?"

"I…I…I'm a…I'M A WOMAN!" He, or rather she, cried.

"…the fuck?" Shay managed.