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"Rogue!" Kitty called from the bathroom. "Rogue, can I, like, please borrow some of your make-up?"

"Why?" Rogue poked her head out of her and Kitty's bedroom. She had been asleep just moments before, but was woken by Kitty's almost frantic cries.

"Because today's Tacky Tuesday, and I want to win the contest!"

Rogue leaned against the bathroom's doorframe, scowling at Kitty. "So you're sayin' mah make-up is tacky?"

Kitty turned her head, surprised by Rogues appearance. She had expected the Goth girl to merely call her answer from their room, and then go back to bed. Rogue hated getting up in the morning. "No, you're stuff isn't tacky. It's just... bold! The right amount would really make me stand out in the halls."

"Why are ya dressin' up anyway? It's just anothe' stupid way to show we have school spiri'," Rogue sneered at the mere thought of showing interest in what was going on at school.

"Well, you may not have any school spirit, but I like to participate. I also like to win. So, please?"

Rogue turned away, ready for breakfast. "Whateve'," she called over her shoulder. Kitty squealed and rummaged through Rogue's drawer, searching for the boldest colors she could find. No matter how ridiculous she had to look, she would make sure that everyone noticed her at school today.

Rogue passed Kitty on the staircase. "Breakfast is ove'," she told her. Kitty had spent the entire time in the bathroom. "Kurt ate almos' everythin', so you won' be able to fin' nothin' to eat."

"Oh, that's okay. I wasn't hungry," Kitty stammered.

"An'," Rogue continued, "Scott says we have reason to believe tha' Magneto is plannin' somethin' involvin' Juggernaut, so we have to skip firs' period fo' a trainin' session. Which means ya gotta take tha' stuff off your face."

"But I, like, spent so long putting it on!"

"Funny, it looks like ya haven' spent enough time," Rogue muttered as she continued up the stairs to put her uniform on. Kitty stomped after her.

Still bickering, they made their way down to the Danger Room together.

"You, like could have given me a warning that breakfast was almost over!"

"An' give the fuzzball a chance to eat mah food? I don' think so."

"Ugh, you are so selfish! You should have saved me something."

"It's every man for himself down there. Ya should have jus' come down!"

They quieted as they reached the Danger Room. They heard and saw no one inside or anywhere around. "Oh, tha's righ'!" Rogue cried, hitting herself in the head. "We're suppose' to go to tha briefin' in Mr. McCoy's office firs'!"

"Thanks a lot!" Kitty yelled at her. "Now, thanks to you, we're probably going to be late! You better make sure Scott knows it wasn't my fault."

"If ya had jus' shut up, Ah migh' have been able to remembe'!" They reached their teacher's office, only to find that is too was empty.

"Uh, maybe we're early," Rogue said, opening the door and turning on the light.

"Yeah right. And maybe you just took us to the wrong place again. Are you, like, remembering anywhere else they may have told us to meet?"

"No, Ah'm sure it's here." Rogue sat down in the nearest chair she saw. It didn't look very comfortable, but it would do. Kitty sat down next to her.

"Well, I guess it won't hurt to wait." Kitty proclaimed. "After all, I have an excuse for being late."

"You are such a brat! Ya know tha', right? Ya jus' drive everyone crazy!"

"I am not a brat! At least I, like, try to be sociable. You act like the rest of us aren't worth your time!"

"Well, you aren't!"

Kitty was taken aback. Rogue at never insulted her that bluntly, or that rudely before. She sunk down in her seat, glaring at nothing in particular and refusing to look at Rogue. Rogue glanced anxiously at the door and, seeing no one, sighed and sunk into her seat as well. Letting her hand fall over the side of the chair, Rogue caught hold of a remote attached to it. Thinking it was a vibrator or something, she pushed the button in the middle of it.

A piercing light appeared to fill the room, and she and Kitty both screamed as their heads seemed to be torn apart. After only a few seconds, the light died down again, and Kitty and Rogue both slumped down in their chairs, unconscious.

~ ~ ~

"Kitty? Kitty, wake up."

Slowly, Rogue opened her eyes. "Ugh," she moaned, rubbing her head. Jean was leaning over her, a very concerned look on her face. Rogue was aware that the others were in the room, but didn't acknowledge them because her head hurt too much.

"Kitty, are you okay?" Jean asked her.

"Ah'm fine," Rogue stammered, "an' why are ya callin' me Kitty?"

Startled Jean stood up straight, and Rogue used the chair's arm to lift her own self to her feet. Looking down, her feet seemed a lot closer to her body than usual, and smaller too. And her hair... panicking, she grabbed the ponytail in her fist, and brought what she could in front of her face. What had happened to her hair? And her body?

"Oh my Gawd... Oh my Gawd..." trembling, she realized that she had stood up from the chair furthest from the door: the chair Kitty had been sitting in. She turned to the chair that she had been sitting in, and found her body, still unconscious.

"Mr. McCoy! Mr. McCoy!" Rogue ran to her teacher, who was looking on as Scott tried to wake her body. "Do ya have a mirror! Ah need ta see myself!"

"Of course, Rogue," he answered, leading her to a cabinet with a mirror inside.

"Ya... ya know it's me?"

"Yes. Who else has that distictly southern way of speaking in the Institute."

Rogue gasped as she saw her reflection. Or, Kitty's reflection. "Ah look just like her, Mr. McCoy. Wha' happened?" She turned back toward him, grabbing his hands before she realized what she was doing. She jumped back, but then realized that she hadn't obsorbed him at all. "Ah... Ah touched ya! An' you're fine!"

"You're Kitty, remember?"

"Oh... wow..."

"You and Kitty managed what I've been trying to accomplish with mice for months. Your brains each reassembled their synapses to resemble the others!"

"What?..." Rogue scratched her head, messing up Kitty's hair a bit, and trying to put together the words that had just come out of McCoy's mouth.

"You switched brains!"

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Author's Note: This was just a little idea that I had. And don't worry, it doesn't stop here. I have plenty ideas for their advertures in the other's body.