Chapter12.html Disclaimer: I am Blitz. I do not own, Storm13/Sophie, Chibikat/Kat, Silver Sunshine25/Tania, or Roguex321/Korrie. They own themselves. And I don't own the X-Men. I also don't own Tania's mom, dad, brother, and grandma, or my sister, or Sophie's dad.

Summary: 5 girls, 5 X-Men switch bodies with each other. Will either group ever be the same again?

Author's Note: This started out as a silly RPG between me, Sunshine, Chibs, Storm, and Rogue. As you can see, we're all pretty messed up individuals. Nyeh heh heh. The plot is based off of the original Mutant Mayhem Switcharoo that Chibikat invented, but then got erased by some asshole - Yeah, you know who you are >:( - so I made a new one, except that everyone had to be a different X-Man. This is what came out of it:

Mutant Mayhem Switcharoo

CHAPTER 12

Five girls, each from different parts of the world (mainly Canada, though) are each transported into a different X-Man's body, while their X-Men counterparts are transported into their body. They are all unique, but they share one common motive: to destroy as much as they can of the X-Men's lives! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHahaha . . . a . . . a (deep breath, chokes.) Furball! Furball! Cough chough! AHAHAHAHAHA!

Let's take a looksie ;)
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STORMY

"Okay, I need to fetch my Italian dictionary, OH wait it's in Switzerland, damn," Storm said.

Meanwhile, Switzerland, Sebastian Loch had fallen madly in love with Sophie.
"OH Sophie; OH Sophie"

"OH NO NOT YOU AGAIN!" And with that, he was electrocuted.

***

CHIBS

Um, hello? Yes, yes, this is Chibikat. Chibikat talking, not as Wolverine, but as Chibikat. Just picture me in a big black room talking to nothingness, except for you the reader of course, since you are looking at this sort of nothing room I am standing in.

Er-hem.

This shall start right when Wolverine, aptly put in mine Chibikat's body, awakes to find himself in a strange yet frightening land. The land known as Brantford, Ontario, Canada.

You'd be scared too.

~*~

Streams of sunlight filtered in through the blinds and onto Wolverine's closed eyes. He grunted a bit, and rolled over, clutching the pillow he was lying on closer to his head. Birds chirped incessantly, as if saying in a whistling voice, "Logan, GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED!", and from past experience, Wolverine had learned that the swearing birds were always right.

He rolled over once more, this time to his left, and blearily opened his eyes.

A fuzzy picture of the Incredible Hulk stared back.

"DAH!" he said aloud, in a strangely girly-sounding voice. He bolted upright, still looking wide-eyed at the large poster before him. There he was, in all his green, Hulk-y glory, growling right back at him. Yet, he was surrounded by others. Counterclockwise to his right was The Invisible Woman, Spiderman, Iron Man, Storm, and. . . himself? All on a sheet of paper on his wall??

What in flamin' hell is going on??? Logan thought frantically, desperately searching for any clue as to where he was. Above the poster bearing his, Storm's, and many other heroes he fought with/knew of's likenesses, was another poster, smaller in size this time, about the same length and width of a sheet of regular writing paper. On it, was. . .

THE X-MEN?!?!? Logan screamed in surprise in his head. Yup, staring back at him was Nightcrawler, Archangel, Jean Grey, Cyclops, Iceman, and again, himself. They were wearing different - and might I add, UGLY - costumes in this, and seemed to be painted.

Shit, why should I care how the damn picture looks? Who the flaming hell would have posters of me in their room???

Wolverine pulled back the covers on the strange bed he was sitting in. . . and found himself wearing duck-clad pyjamas, apparently bought from one La Senza store. He gasped, and felt his chest.

Those weren't there before. . . Wolverine thought, grabbing what seemed to be breasts on his chest. His hands seemed tinier too. . . he leapt out of the bed and looked at the mirror beside him.

Oh.

My.

God.

"I'M A FLAMING TEENAGED GIRL!!" he exclaimed, looking in horror at the mirror before him. Long brown hair with blonde streaks, green eyes, and freckles.

"Wh-where are my mutton chops??" he cried in anguish, patting the side of his (her?) face desperately.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and a middle-aged woman with dark, short hair poked her head in.

"Kat, are you okay? I heard you yell," she asked, with a tinge of concern. Wolverine's mouth didn't seem to move.

"Well, you better get a move on. It's your first day of high school, after all!" the woman told Logan cheerfully, closing the door and going down the stairs.

"High school. . .?" Wolverine whispered to himself. He did a slow 360 of the room, to see what he had somehow gotten himself into.

Above the bed he was sleeping in were 3 calendars - a small Hello Kitty calendar to the left, a poster-sized Pokemon calendar adorned with said cute, fuzzy, vomit inducing creatures, and a regular sized Powerpuff Girls calendar to the right. Scattered amongst the bedspread and floor were various stuffed animals, many of them cats, tigers, and tiny Sailor Scouts. On the dresser was a music box with a white cat on it, hair clips, elastics, barrets, jewellry, make-up, and basically everything a teenaged girl could need. Wolverine noted a poster of Gambit in a particularly. . . erm, SEXY, pose, beside said dresser, with hearts drawn around it.

Wolverine shuddered mentally.

The scary Gambit poster was taped above a mini bookcase, with a shoebox full of crap on the top, a broken Sailor Moon alarm clock, a functional Hello Kitty alarm clock, and a small box crammed full of folded up papers and things. Below that was a stack of what seemed to be comic books in plastic casing, and books beside the stack of comics. It was a bit of a mess.

Near the door was a bookshelf FULL of, on closer inspection, Japanese graphic novels. Wolverine idly picked one up entitled 'Ranma 1/2', and flipped through a few pages. His eyes widened slightly at the gratuitous nudity in it, but noticed little hearts drawn around a certain male character with a yellow bandana in his hair. He found out later that the guy's name was Ryouga.

Next came a large computer desk without a computer on it. Instead it was littered with sketch books, pencils, pens, markers, loose paper, a stereo, various Cranberries CD's, and a rather fat white cat sleeping in the middle of it.

Wolverine wiped his brow.

How the heck did I get here? And why are there posters of me an' Gambit on the walls?? Wolverine asked himself, opening the closet. Before him hung what seemed to be a school-girl high school uniform.

"Oh no, I ain't wearin' a skirt!" With that thought, Logan deftly closed the doors 'forever' on the horrible school uniform ensemble awaiting him.

"KAT!!" the woman from before called up, "YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE! NOW GET
DRESSED AND GET DOWNSTAIRS NOW!!!"

Logan assumed this was Kat's mother.

***

BLITZ

"I am never doing that again!" Penny yelled, throwing her back-pack to the ground. "That little mo-fo must weigh 20 pounds!"

"Never complained about it before," a blonde girl said from in front of a turqoise iMac.

"You!" Penny pointed her finger at her. "Who the hell are you?!"

The girl turned around, giving her a weird look. "Who the fuck do you think I am?! God, you're an idiot," she mumbled, turning back to the screen.

Penance charged her and wiped her hand on the girl's head, receiving a push and a slap on the arm. "You've been doing that all day! What is with you?! Wait. What am I saying. You're always messing with me. Now leave me the fuck alone!"

"You curse too much."

"Oh, look who's talking, you're worse than me. And shouldn't you be doing homework?"

Penance contemplated her next move. What could she do in this situation? There were no apples in the house, she didn't have her powers . . . "Get off the computer it's my turn!"

"Oh, go play with your comic books."

" . . . My what now?"

"Comm. Ick. Boooooks. You know. They're Satan? Evil? Should be burned?"

" . . .I have comic books?"

"Uhhh . . . yeah? X-Men? Generation X? Some kinda freaky X-Men cartoon movie with Professor X falling out of his wheel chair?" She had obviously seen that movie and smiled at the remembrance.

" . . . " Penance wiped her hand on the girl's head again, and then on the computer.

"Tssss . . . you are such a dork."

Penance trudged upstairs, dejected, to go find the comic books . . . specifically Generation X . . .

MEANWHILE . . .
Blitz/Penance sat on the floor in the midst of junk food wrappers and with one hand in an icing container and one hand in her mouth. "Mmmmm . . . icing . . . "

JubiKorrie raised an eyebrow. "Penance? Where'd you get that icing?"

Penance looked up from small container of chocolate icing. Several twinkie wrappers were laying next to her. She had chocolate all over her mouth and hands and had somehow managed to get some up near her eyes and forehead. Don't ask me how. "Hmph?"

"MY ICING!" Beast shrieked, grabbing his hair in angst.

"Ew," WolvieKat said, but then shrugged as she watched the angered Hank. "But I guess that explains his weight problem."

***

CHIBS

Wolverine nearly collapsed where he stood, breathing heavily on the front lawn of St. John's College, sprawled out completely ungracefully. Three boys and a girl walked up to Logan, who was just starting to catch his breath.

"Kat?" the girl asked, her short auburn hair waving in the wind slightly. Logan didn't respond.

"Uh, Kat . . . ?" she asked once more.

Still no answer.

"KAT!"

"WHAT??" Wolverine yelled, jumping up suddenly. The short haired girl sighed in exasperation somewhat.

"What the hell happened with you??" one of the boys asked, of obvious Asian descent. He had short black hair, and was wearing the boys uniform for St. John's college.

Well, thank God I'm not in a guy's body in this school. . . Logan idly thought.

"Whaddya mean what happened with me? I missed the bus," Wolverine answered
shortly, glaring at the gaggle of teenagers in front of him.

"Kat, we know you're not exactly the most athletic person in the school. So seeing you run at about 40 KMH for 20 minutes will naturally come to us as a bit of a shock," another one of the boys answered. This one had slightly curly brown hair, and a hint of a Newfoundland accent.

Wolverine was silent for a moment.

"Uh, I've been working out during the summer?" Logan answered, hopefully. Another boy with really short brown hair and blue eyes looked at Kat strangely.

"You sure? You don't seem to be the type who would spontaniously go out and exercise," he told her. Logan fumed a bit.

"What, so you callin' me lazy??" he shouted at him, a hint of challenge in his/her voice. The boy quickly shook his head no.

"Well, whatever you did, it worked. You should sign up for track," the girl informed Wolverine. Logan rolled his/her eyes.

"Whatever. Do ya guys happen to have a cigar on ya?" Wolverine asked hopefully. The group of teenagers looked at him/her in shock.

Logan grunted.

"Never mind," he waved off. Sighing in irritation, he looked at his surroundings dully.

"Great. Of all places, I wind up at a Catholic school most likely run by a group of crazy nuns with rulers waiting to whip my ass," he muttered a little too loudly. The group of friends looked at Kat even more strangely.

"Well somebody's little miss sunshine today," the guy with the curly brown hair commented. Wolverine growled in response.

"Uh, I have to use the bathroom," the girl with the reddish hair informed everyone.

"That's nice," Logan responded with an irritated tone.

"I mean, KAT, I have to use the BATHROOM. Wink wink."

". . ."

"Oh for the love of. . ." With that, the girl dragged Wolverine into the nearest girl's bathroom.

"HEY! WHAT IN FLAMIN' HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR??" Wolverine shouted at the girl, snatching his arm back from the high school student.

"What is up with you today, Kat?? You're not at all like yourself!" she yelled back at Wolverine. He grumbled.

"Maybe it's 'cause I'm NOT myself today. . ."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."