A/N: I'm pretty sure I read a fic where Jack is turned into a girl and takes advantage of that fact one up the monks. Either way, I wanted to use my OC Jasmine Amos again. She's featured in the oneshot, Finding the Truth. I left this in my files for a while and decided to upload the whole thing before I forgot about it.
-Lucicelo
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Tinkering with the newest Jackbot model, Jack hummed along with the music playing from the speakers. Loud enough to where he didn't hear anything beyond the bass. In some instances, he muttered the lyrics, but kept his attention focused on the wiring of his test bot. He used one or two bots to practice out ideas before he acted them out on the other models.
His allowance was cut in the last two months because his parents saw his credit card bill. Safe to say, they were not happy. Now, he didn't have the usual exposable income to simply buy parts. Although, his mom slipped a couple grand to him in cash as a means for him to have food money and using his new monthly limit for his robots. She was always so worried about her baby, but his mom still agreed with the credit card limit. He didn't blame her. His robots costed far more than they expected.
It didn't stop him from pouting for a few days.
As he adjusted another part of his bot, a loud feminine voice caused him to drop his wrench. "You know, you could have just texted me that you were busy."
Jack reached into his pocket and shut off the music real fast. Face streaked with motor oil, he peeked his head from behind the robot in a panic. He even squeaked in fear at the thought of being caught by surprise. Whether Heylin or Xiaolin, none of those people learned to knock on a door. Sighing in relief that he saw no monks or Heylin, he recognized the person in the flower patterned yoga pants.
His cousin, Jasmine Amos.
He forgot about their plan on meeting during her off season. Since she figure skated for England, she stayed in the country to train, giving her little time to visit him. He visited her a few times a year, but his rise in taking villainy seriously made him less inclined to visit England. Still, they kept in contact through text messages and webcam.
Visually different, she inherited the same features as his mother, Christine Spicer, and his aunt, Claire Amos. All three of them shared blonde hair, blue eyes, slim builds. Jasmine got a healthy amount of freckles on her face from being out in the sun. A blasphemous thing for his mother who wore sunscreen to give the illusion of pale skin and a flawless complexion.
Jasmine tapped her running sneakers on the floor. "Don't hey Jazz me, I was knocking on the basement for ten minutes before I figured out you couldn't hear me because of the loud music." She reached out and ruffled Jack's ungelled hair, making it messier than usual. "I'm starving. Do you have anything to eat?"
Jack messed with his hair with a huff. "Nope. All I have is banana pudding and water. I was too busy to grocery shop."
Jasmine helped him up on his feet and snickered. "Lies. You have all the time in the world, genius."
"Hey, evil is a full time gig! I can't waste time going to buy food." Jack stretched his arms with a smirk. "I'll order out food. Your Chinese is terrible."
"Meh, I never thought to learn." Jasmine shrugged her shoulders.
Jasmine tried hard not to squeal at the sight of all the delicious food. Grabbing a plate, she scooped up a little of everything Jack ordered. To make it less guilty, she went to the kitchen and a grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. On account of being off season, she earned herself the chance to eat all the different food she wanted. Of course, she knew how to hold back on her urges, to a certain point.
Almost skipping back to the kitchen table, Jasmine set down her plate and sat on her chair before she ate. Right beside her, Jack piled on more food before digging in. They spent a few minutes sampling the food, commenting on the taste and then the pair began talking.
Jack asked her. "How long are you going to stay?"
"Eh... a week maybe two." Jasmine dipped her meat into the sauce from the dish and ate it. "You don't mind do you?"
"Nah," Jack grinned. "It's good to have people other than the maid coming in once a week. Ever since Wuya left, it's been more quiet than usual."
"Yeah, mine is on holiday with her relatives." Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. "I know dad's planning a winter party for his associates, so Jill needs this break before people are bombarding our house."
Jack groaned. "Don't tell me my parents are invited. They'll force me to go or cut my credit card limit even lower! I'm barely making it this month!"
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "You know for a fact that your parents are invited. No way is my mom excluding Aunt Christine from helping out with the planning. I already got a barrage of messages about the type of dress I'm supposed to wear. Of course, mom has my measurements and is sending me the ones I can pick."
Barely missing his plate, Jack slammed his head onto the table and sighed. "Noooooo. I don't want to smooze around with any of those people. Last years party made me want to hide away in the bathroom the whole night."
Jack remembered escaping women of different ages who did nothing more than flirt with him. Sure, many guys his age loved female attention, but their touch disgusted him. Even with his curt responses, these strangers grabbed onto his arm and pushed their cleavage close to him.
In his opinion, his looks should of deterred anyone wanting to marry their way into his family. His interests turned into another people repellant. Although, most women that attempted to sink their nails into him, thought of his rebellion as a bad boy phase.
Being labeled a bad boy repulsed him,
He was an evil genius, thank you very much.
"If I'm going to be listening to these self important assholes with a smile, you're sinking down there with me." Jasmine nudged Jack with her arm. "Besides, you're not the one in the public-"
In the middle of Jasmine's sentence, Jack's Wu finder rang.
"Lovely." Jasmine poked at her dumpling with her chopstick. "You left your toy on."
Jack gave her a sheepish look and got up from his seat. "Villainy calls. I can't let the monks grab whatever Wu is out there."
Jasmine snorted. "Jack, do I need to show you the text messages you send me whenever you lose?"
Jack waved off her commentary with a grin. "That was a long time ago. Maybe...three days ago, but whatever!" He grabbed his trenchcoat and yelled out. "Jackbots! We're out!"
Jasmine ate a spoonful of rice as Jack's robots arrived out of different entrances to the dining room. She was impressed at the development of those bots. Having seen them in their infant stage, she knew for a fact that Jack went far beyond his means to improve them.
Before Jack left her sight, she yelled out. "Be safe!"
"I will." Jack's trailing voice yelled out as the front door slammed.
During the Xiaolin Showdown, Jack dodged another vine as he maneuvered his jetpack throughout the trees. He managed to go through most of the showdown without a bruise, but he figured it came from eating before leaving his house. His usual diet consisted of pudding cups and soda, not a good way to keep healthy.
Although, showing off a win to his cousin drove him to want to shove the Wu in her face.
He couldn't return empty handed.
Somehow, all five teens touched the Wu, making it a battle royale. Jack hid his panic with a smug grin, but felt his heart hammering in his chest. The last time he went against all four of the monks, he ended up in a pain ridden mess back home. The monks hit harder in their earlier days. At least, he learned to dodge better since that event happened.
In the background, Chase Young and Wuya watched them with different reactions. Wuya grew bored after a minute and began filing her nails. Chase contemplated leaving the showdown, but he found himself judging the monks in their fighting skills.
Managing to duck from Clay's incoming kick, Jack snatched a tree branch and threw it at his face. Clay used his arm to swat it away and kept on chasing him.
Omi managed to get ahead for a brief moment before Jack grabbed his foot and tossed him into another direction. Of course, Omi recovered without issue. Twisting and turning, Omi flipped onto the tree and catapulted back up into the race.
In the background, Kimiko paused on one of the trees as she blew a piece of hair from her face. Patting her sides, her hand brushed against one of the new Shen Gong Wu she snatched up in the last showdown. Dojo told them that it was used as a gag sort of Wu for the monks in the temple. Taking it out her pocket, she shrugged her shoulders. Might as well use it to slow down Jack.
Kimiko pointing the Wu at Jack. Exclaiming the incantation of the Wu, she watched as the power of the Wu made contact with Jack. He paused in confusion and looked around his body as the spell took place.
Jack crossed his arms over his newformed chest with a pale face. "What the hell Kimiko?!" His new feminine voice caused Jack to stumble back against the bark of the tree in terror. Forget the showdown, he needed to have a space to panic and break something.
When Omi took notice of Jack's feminine features, he retracted his punch and moved out of Jack's way. He grabbed onto the tree branch with blushing cheeks. He never expected Jack to look so cute as a girl.
Clay's plan of attack ceased at the sight of Jack's new appearance. Jack looked far more delicate and fragile. There was no need to push the guy down when he was experiencing a humiliating experience.
"Ha! We win!" Raimundo teased Jack as he snatched up the Wu from the top of the tree.
The showdown ended.
Everywhere in the vicinity went back to normal as the monks cheered and high fived one another.
"Oh, fuck you all!" Jack yelled out at the monks as they showed off their new Wu.
He avoided staring at Chase's direction as he made his retreat. Activating his jetpack, he felt an imbalance of his stance from the usual way he moved around. His center of gravity changed, making his control of his jetpack uncomfortable. The humiliation of the whole event chipped at his fragile pride.
Thanking one of the Jackbots for the blanket, Jasmine laid back on the couch and watched TV. She nibbled on her eggrolls and zoned out while watching a rerun of an old show. Being away from her home rink gave her the sense of a true vacation. Had she stayed back home, the urge to go train would be unbearable. It didn't help that her coach spammed her phone to check up on her.
She broke from her thoughts when she heard the front door open. Turning off the TV, she heard Jack's rapid comments which caused her to get up and leave the living room. She watched half of Jack's bots hover around Jack, they almost seemed worried about him. Jasmine didn't know any better. She didn't spend her time with these robots to understand Jack's creations.
"Well, how did it go?" Jasmine started to say in a drawl before Jack screamed. "I've been turned into a girl!"
"For real?" Jasmine followed Jack down to his lab. Observing Jack, she saw nothing different from behind, the trenchcoat covered him well.
Jack put his arms up and cried out. "Kimiko shot me with the gender swap Shen Gong Wu! She did it on purpose just to distract me from the showdown. I didn't even know the monks had such a thing!"
When Jack turned around, Jasmine saw the visible bumps on Jack's chest. Big enough to be noticeable, but not large enough to seem exaggerated. Looking up, she thought she saw her own face looking back at her. She knew her mum and aunt compared them as twins as children, but she didn't believe them. She assumed their commentary came from wishful thinking.
Looking at Jack's face for a moment longer, there were some differences between them.
"Well, damn." Jasmine lead Jack to one of the random seats inside of the lab. "Okay, you're going to breathe in and breathe out."
"I don't want to breathe!" Jack panicked.
Jasmine rubbed Jack's back and told him. "You can cry if you want. I won't judge." Jack peered up at her with an arched brow. "I won't! I would be as surprised as you if this happened to me!"
Jack hung his head down and his body trembled. Jasmine continued on rubbing his back while talking about different topics. At some point, she spoke about her ideas for the next season. Her current coach rejected her ideas of changing her music lineup and the outfits. Anytime she brought it up, her coach ignored her and instructed her in her choreography.
In the end of her complaints, Jack muttered. "Tell the old hag to scram."
Jasmine ruffled Jack's hair. Despite the initial meltdown, Jack went through his panic. "How long is this going to last?"
Glad that his cousin didn't make fun of him, Jack shrugged his shoulders. "A day? I don't know how much power Kimiko added to the mix. Either way, it's weird having actual boobs."
Jasmine snickered. "Jack, you've turned into a girl. I'd feel weird if I turned into a man." She patted his sides and whistled. "Damn, I wish I had this shape while in season. My coach still complains that I need to lose an extra few pounds so I don't over rotate."
Jack scoffed. "That old bitch is jealous you have a natural slim build and can eat whatever you want. She just wants something to complain about."
"Maybe. Dad doesn't pay her to compliment me. She trains me to stomp down the competition and take gold." Jasmine said. "Although, I'll probably change coaches before the next season. Dad found an old figure skater who actually knows the inner workings of the ranking system. One who isn't bitter as hell over their short career."
Jack nodded in approval. "Good old Arthur would never let some old bitch hag on you if he heard it himself."
As Jasmine snoozed on the other side of his bed, Jack looked up at the ceiling.
After getting over his issues on his change of gender, he ignored his changed body parts as he went through the rest of the day. He wore a different outfit, with a sports bra that Jasmine lent him, while they went out for dinner. Considering he never left his house for anything other than showdowns or family obligations, the locals didn't know what he looked like.
With her driver's license in her pocket, Jasmine used one of his parents cars to drive them into town. Before choosing a fast food place, Jasmine wanted a local restaurant. He pointed out a decent enough place according to the reviews he found online. The place was somewhat packed, but not enough to deter them away from parking in the lot.
While waiting in line to be seated at a restaurant, he noted the appreciative looks that men sent at their direction. At first, he thought they were ogling Jasmine and readied himself to say something, but when he heard one commenting something about him, he backed down.
He was shocked.
Sure, he heard comments on his goth appearance, but he never heard someone call him cute or hot. Even though the comment came from strangers, this gave him an idea. Maybe, using this disguise would benefit him in showdowns. He didn't know how long it would last, but for as long as he had this body, he could trick the monks sense of guilt.
Jack rubbed his hands with an evil smile on his face.
Jasmine rolled her eyes on the other side of the table as she nudged him to order for them. She didn't ask what he thought about. Jasmine supported him, but she didn't want to know what he did in his pursuit of evil.
When they returned home, Jack made a run for his lab, but Jasmine dragged him to his bedroom to go to sleep. Whenever Jasmine visited him, she tended to force him to sleep in his bed to break his cycle of all night plotting. Even if he could lie to his parents, Jasmine saw through his bullshit. She knew of his late nights and horrible diet of pudding and energy drinks.
He let himself get dragged into his bedroom without a struggle.
Changing into their pajamas, they both washed their teeth and got into his bed. Jasmine knocked out without issue, leaving Jack to his thoughts. He didn't need his lab to concoct his plans. With his mind swirling with ideas, he stayed up for most of the night thinking of how to trick the monk with his new appearance.
TBC