Disclaimer: The ducks belong to Disney and Steven Brill.
A/n: Hey, this is just a story I came up with after seeing Freaky Friday and The Hot Chick. Hope you like it. Oh, yeah. Connie/Portman is Portman in Connie's Body and Portman/Connie is Connie in Portman's body.
Sucks To Be You
Chapter 1
"LOOK OUT!"
Not heeding their team mates' warnings, Connie Moreau and Dean Portman continued skating and collided head on with each other, ending up sprawled, flat on their backs on the ice.
"Shit!" exclaimed Charlie as he and the other concerned ducks skated up and formed a rough semi circle around the two.
"Are they dead?" asked Averman vulnerably, lips quivering, eyes wide.
"I don't think so." Said Fulton slowly, wrinkling his nose, nudging Connie not so gently with his foot. She groaned and brought a hand to her forehead.
"See!" gloated Fulton smugly with a grin. "Yeah, well, what about him?" Mumbled Goldberg, gesturing to Portman whose body showed no immediate signs of life.
Charlie bent down and shook him slightly, causing him to stir slightly. Connie's eyes flickered open and she sat up slowly, her head light and dizzy. Fulton thrust a hand down to help her, but Connie ignored it and stood up groggily. She looked up and down her big, toned muscly arms, brought her hand up to her stubbly chin and then finally ran her fingers through her short, spiky.SHORT SPIKY HAIR???
"Aaargh" she tried to scream but it came out low and manly. "Portman chill!" exclaimed Fulton.
"Portman?" Connie whispered eyes wide as she looked down at the other figure that was now stirring.
Dean Portman opened his eyes and found himself within inches of Guy's concerned face. "Sweetie are you ok" asked Guy, gently tipping up his chin up. Portman looked up at him for a moment, a look of pure horror contorted on his face before regaining back the composure he'd lost in the fall. He shoved Guy roughly aside.
"Guy, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Guy shrunk back, looking a little bit hurt. Portman passed this off with a shrug and he rubbed his forehead, eyes focusing on the guy standing directly in front of him.
It was a tall, bulky guy, wearing entirely black, staring back at him, wide eyed and open mouthed. It was.It was HIM!
"What the HELL?" Portman exclaimed, stumbling backwards a little. He put a hand to the back of his head, thinking that maybe the fall had affected him more than he thought and found himself holding a fistful of long silky brown hair. "WHAT!' he yelped again.
"I'm.I'm" he trailed off. Connie stared back at well.herself.
"I'm, I'm, I'm you, and you're.me" she whispered in a shocked realisation.
Portman began to breathe heavily and stammered loudly in disbelief "I." He stopped and looked down at himself, a grin beginning to slowly spread on his face. He looked up at Portman/Connie again, eyes twinkling.
"Hey cool, I have boobs!" By this point, the other ducks were under the impression that they had sub consciously strayed into the local loony bin, well.either that or that Portman and Connie were on some serious drugs.
"Uhh, what's going on?" demanded Charlie Portman and Connie gulped. "I mean, uhh, you guys must have hit your heads pretty bad there, you better go sit down for a while" he gestured hesitantly at the penalty box.
Connie and Portman nodded quickly and skated off awkwardly, while the remaining ducks continued with their practice.
When they reached the penalty box, Portman/Connie grabbed the front of Connie/Portman's Jersey.
"Portman, what the HELL is going on? Why are we.I'm YOU!" Connie/Portman grinned "I know, this is like beyond weird, ah well, may as well make use of the situation, I feel like having a long.hot.NAKED shower" He laughed as she began pummelling him.
"Hey cool it, I'm know for a lot of things, I don't want girl bashing to be added to the list"
Portman/Connie glared at him.err, her. "Yeah? Well then no showers, there shall be nakedness, not even a teeny tiny little hint of nakedness while you're in my body!"
Connie/Portman lifted his hand in a mock salute "Aye aye captain, I shall certainly rush home and have a bubble bath"
Portman/Connie rolled her eyes. "But seriously, what the hell are we going to do?"
Connie/Portman looked perplexed (or constipated if you looked at it from a certain angle) for a moment. "Well, it's obvious, we can't tell anyone, I mean the chances of anyone believing us are about the same as the chances of Goldberg becoming the poster child for weight watchers."
Portman/Connie snorted a laugh as Connie Portman continued. "So.I'm thinking we have to 'BE' each other for as long as it takes to get out of this mess, it's screwed up, I know, but I don't see what else we can do"
Portman/Connie sighed; feeling defeated "Yeah.I guess we have no other choice"
"Hey are you guys coming? Practice is over" yelled Adam from the other end of the ice. Connie/Portman yelled "Yeah, hold on" He was about to stand up when Portman/Connie grabbed him again.
"You better be a damn good actor Portman" she growled menacingly. He grinned back at her smugly. "Relax Connie, I've got it all in control, I was a tree in my second grade play you know"
Portman/Connie rolled her eyes and mumbled sarcastically as they stood up and skated off towards the team "Oh, well that makes me feel ever so much better about this situation, it really truly does"
To be continued...
A/n: Please review and tell me what you thought!!!!!!
A/n: Hey, this is just a story I came up with after seeing Freaky Friday and The Hot Chick. Hope you like it. Oh, yeah. Connie/Portman is Portman in Connie's Body and Portman/Connie is Connie in Portman's body.
Sucks To Be You
Chapter 1
"LOOK OUT!"
Not heeding their team mates' warnings, Connie Moreau and Dean Portman continued skating and collided head on with each other, ending up sprawled, flat on their backs on the ice.
"Shit!" exclaimed Charlie as he and the other concerned ducks skated up and formed a rough semi circle around the two.
"Are they dead?" asked Averman vulnerably, lips quivering, eyes wide.
"I don't think so." Said Fulton slowly, wrinkling his nose, nudging Connie not so gently with his foot. She groaned and brought a hand to her forehead.
"See!" gloated Fulton smugly with a grin. "Yeah, well, what about him?" Mumbled Goldberg, gesturing to Portman whose body showed no immediate signs of life.
Charlie bent down and shook him slightly, causing him to stir slightly. Connie's eyes flickered open and she sat up slowly, her head light and dizzy. Fulton thrust a hand down to help her, but Connie ignored it and stood up groggily. She looked up and down her big, toned muscly arms, brought her hand up to her stubbly chin and then finally ran her fingers through her short, spiky.SHORT SPIKY HAIR???
"Aaargh" she tried to scream but it came out low and manly. "Portman chill!" exclaimed Fulton.
"Portman?" Connie whispered eyes wide as she looked down at the other figure that was now stirring.
Dean Portman opened his eyes and found himself within inches of Guy's concerned face. "Sweetie are you ok" asked Guy, gently tipping up his chin up. Portman looked up at him for a moment, a look of pure horror contorted on his face before regaining back the composure he'd lost in the fall. He shoved Guy roughly aside.
"Guy, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Guy shrunk back, looking a little bit hurt. Portman passed this off with a shrug and he rubbed his forehead, eyes focusing on the guy standing directly in front of him.
It was a tall, bulky guy, wearing entirely black, staring back at him, wide eyed and open mouthed. It was.It was HIM!
"What the HELL?" Portman exclaimed, stumbling backwards a little. He put a hand to the back of his head, thinking that maybe the fall had affected him more than he thought and found himself holding a fistful of long silky brown hair. "WHAT!' he yelped again.
"I'm.I'm" he trailed off. Connie stared back at well.herself.
"I'm, I'm, I'm you, and you're.me" she whispered in a shocked realisation.
Portman began to breathe heavily and stammered loudly in disbelief "I." He stopped and looked down at himself, a grin beginning to slowly spread on his face. He looked up at Portman/Connie again, eyes twinkling.
"Hey cool, I have boobs!" By this point, the other ducks were under the impression that they had sub consciously strayed into the local loony bin, well.either that or that Portman and Connie were on some serious drugs.
"Uhh, what's going on?" demanded Charlie Portman and Connie gulped. "I mean, uhh, you guys must have hit your heads pretty bad there, you better go sit down for a while" he gestured hesitantly at the penalty box.
Connie and Portman nodded quickly and skated off awkwardly, while the remaining ducks continued with their practice.
When they reached the penalty box, Portman/Connie grabbed the front of Connie/Portman's Jersey.
"Portman, what the HELL is going on? Why are we.I'm YOU!" Connie/Portman grinned "I know, this is like beyond weird, ah well, may as well make use of the situation, I feel like having a long.hot.NAKED shower" He laughed as she began pummelling him.
"Hey cool it, I'm know for a lot of things, I don't want girl bashing to be added to the list"
Portman/Connie glared at him.err, her. "Yeah? Well then no showers, there shall be nakedness, not even a teeny tiny little hint of nakedness while you're in my body!"
Connie/Portman lifted his hand in a mock salute "Aye aye captain, I shall certainly rush home and have a bubble bath"
Portman/Connie rolled her eyes. "But seriously, what the hell are we going to do?"
Connie/Portman looked perplexed (or constipated if you looked at it from a certain angle) for a moment. "Well, it's obvious, we can't tell anyone, I mean the chances of anyone believing us are about the same as the chances of Goldberg becoming the poster child for weight watchers."
Portman/Connie snorted a laugh as Connie Portman continued. "So.I'm thinking we have to 'BE' each other for as long as it takes to get out of this mess, it's screwed up, I know, but I don't see what else we can do"
Portman/Connie sighed; feeling defeated "Yeah.I guess we have no other choice"
"Hey are you guys coming? Practice is over" yelled Adam from the other end of the ice. Connie/Portman yelled "Yeah, hold on" He was about to stand up when Portman/Connie grabbed him again.
"You better be a damn good actor Portman" she growled menacingly. He grinned back at her smugly. "Relax Connie, I've got it all in control, I was a tree in my second grade play you know"
Portman/Connie rolled her eyes and mumbled sarcastically as they stood up and skated off towards the team "Oh, well that makes me feel ever so much better about this situation, it really truly does"
To be continued...
A/n: Please review and tell me what you thought!!!!!!