Sucks To Be You: Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Steven Brill and Disney own the Mighty Ducks.
A/n: Thank you so much for the reviews, I seriously really appreciate them, I'm glad you like my story. For any confusion it might have caused (Don't worry 'banksiesbaby99' your not the only one!), once again Portman/Connie is Connie in Portman's body, and Connie/Portman is Portman in Connie's body. Here's the chapter:
Portman/Connie sighed and groaned as she entered Portman's small room in the Eden Hall dormitories.
She stared around at the dirty, wrinkled clothes strewn about messily on the floor, the unmade bed, the posters of half naked girls in provocative positions on the walls. She wrinkled her nose, suddenly becoming aware of a strong, musky smell in the room.
She groaned again, and sat down on the bed, lip quivering. After she and Portman had switched bodies, the day had gone on without too many dramas. After a brief talk, they had agreed to go back to each others respective houses and sleep on it, then meet up early in the morning the next day, Saturday, and work on a way they could get out of this. Until then, she was, "I'm Dean Portman, from Chicago Illinois" she uttered, her sarcastic tone dripping with absolute disgust.
She stood up, sighing deeply and walked over to the chest of drawers, intent on finding something to sleep in for the night. She yanked open the bottom drawer and pulled out...
"PLAYBOY?!" she exclaimed disgustedly, staring down at the magazine in her hand. "Ok, I'll rephrase that, I'm Dean Portman, the sick, sick, bastard from Chicago Illinois"
Suddenly a soft knock sounded at the door and Portman/Connie yelped in surprise. She dropped the magazine on the bed as the door creaked open and Luis Mendoza's head popped in.
"Hey Portman, do you" He trailed off, eyes focusing on the magazine lying on the bed. He looked up at Portman/Connie, then back down at the magazine, a slow, coy grin spreading on his face. He nodded his head approvingly, "Ahh, pulling out the porn eh?"
He sauntered into the room, closing the door behind him, slipping a hand down his own pants. "I think I'll join you"
Portman/Connie shrank back horrified, wide-eyed. "EWW, Luis what the FUCK, is wrong with you? Get your icky hand, out of your icky pants, that is the ICKIEST thing I have EVER"
It was now Portman/Connie's turn to trail off; Luis had quickly yanked his hand out of his pants and was now staring at him, a weird look on his face, eyebrows raised. Portman/Connie now realized her mistake. She glanced around wildly before grabbing the magazine and flicking through it.
"I mean, uhh, I need some time, umm, alone, with the luscious ladies that I find oh so sexually arousing, because I'm Portman, I'm manly, I am the manliest of the manly"
In a last show of desperation, Portman/Connie raised her arms and flexed her large muscles with a grunt.
Luis nodded slowly, the weirded out look never leaving his face. "Umm, ok, I think I'll go now, see you tomorrow"
Luis walked out, shutting the door behind him and Portman/Connie sighed with relief. She flung the magazine into a corner and lay down on the bed, head in hands.
She sat up suddenly after a little while, a disturbing, yet intriguing thought entering her mind.
"It wouldn't be wrong to just take, a teeny tiny peek would it?" she thought aloud, looking down, her brow furrowing.
"No, not even a look, just a glance, just a quick general glance" She reached down with a hand and gripped the waist band of Portman's pants. She pulled on it slightly and bent her head down to look when
'BRRING BRRING' Portman/Connie jumped as the ring tone from Connie/Portman's mobile sounded. She couldn't move for a second from the shock of what she had been about to do, half of her glad that she had been distracted from it.
'Bring bring' She sighed and grabbed Portman's back pack from the floor and fumbled around for the phone.
"Hello?" Nobody replied, all she heard was a loud sobbing noise.
"Err, Hello?" "Connie, I have a problem" It was Connie/Portman, only, he was bawling his eyes out, she could barely make out what he was saying.
"What? Is everything ok?" For a few moments all she heard were heart wrenching sobs, but then.
"Connie, I uhh, I umm I think I'm, I mean, you're, there's something wrong with me" He started sobbing again and Connie's heart began to race wildly.
Portman swallowed the large lump in his throat and continued, an endless stream of tears running down his cheeks.
"I uhh, I had to go to the bathroom, and I uhh" he paused as another sob wrenched his body.
"And I saw, that my uhh, I mean, your undies were, soaked in, they were, they were soaked in blood" he stuttered, now unable to continue.
Portman/Connie smiled gently, smothering a laugh. "Portman, you're gonna have to calm down, there's nothing wrong with you"
Connie/Portman stopped sobbing and whispered "There's not?" "No" she replied gently. "Congratulations Portman, you just became a woman"
"Huh?" "You got your period" "Oh" he replied shortly, rather embarrassed now at his 'little' outburst.
"So I'm not going to die?" Portman/Connie chuckled "Sadly no"
For the next half hour or so, Portman/Connie patiently explained to Connie/Portman the female version of puberty.
"So you get what a uterus is now?" she asked. "Yeah, thanks, I feel better now, I think I'll go to bed"
"Ok, good night Portman" The phone went dead and Portman/Connie shook her head, sighing.
"Boys!" she exclaimed to herself, and then chuckled at the irony in her words.
A/n: Please review!!!
Disclaimer: Steven Brill and Disney own the Mighty Ducks.
A/n: Thank you so much for the reviews, I seriously really appreciate them, I'm glad you like my story. For any confusion it might have caused (Don't worry 'banksiesbaby99' your not the only one!), once again Portman/Connie is Connie in Portman's body, and Connie/Portman is Portman in Connie's body. Here's the chapter:
Portman/Connie sighed and groaned as she entered Portman's small room in the Eden Hall dormitories.
She stared around at the dirty, wrinkled clothes strewn about messily on the floor, the unmade bed, the posters of half naked girls in provocative positions on the walls. She wrinkled her nose, suddenly becoming aware of a strong, musky smell in the room.
She groaned again, and sat down on the bed, lip quivering. After she and Portman had switched bodies, the day had gone on without too many dramas. After a brief talk, they had agreed to go back to each others respective houses and sleep on it, then meet up early in the morning the next day, Saturday, and work on a way they could get out of this. Until then, she was, "I'm Dean Portman, from Chicago Illinois" she uttered, her sarcastic tone dripping with absolute disgust.
She stood up, sighing deeply and walked over to the chest of drawers, intent on finding something to sleep in for the night. She yanked open the bottom drawer and pulled out...
"PLAYBOY?!" she exclaimed disgustedly, staring down at the magazine in her hand. "Ok, I'll rephrase that, I'm Dean Portman, the sick, sick, bastard from Chicago Illinois"
Suddenly a soft knock sounded at the door and Portman/Connie yelped in surprise. She dropped the magazine on the bed as the door creaked open and Luis Mendoza's head popped in.
"Hey Portman, do you" He trailed off, eyes focusing on the magazine lying on the bed. He looked up at Portman/Connie, then back down at the magazine, a slow, coy grin spreading on his face. He nodded his head approvingly, "Ahh, pulling out the porn eh?"
He sauntered into the room, closing the door behind him, slipping a hand down his own pants. "I think I'll join you"
Portman/Connie shrank back horrified, wide-eyed. "EWW, Luis what the FUCK, is wrong with you? Get your icky hand, out of your icky pants, that is the ICKIEST thing I have EVER"
It was now Portman/Connie's turn to trail off; Luis had quickly yanked his hand out of his pants and was now staring at him, a weird look on his face, eyebrows raised. Portman/Connie now realized her mistake. She glanced around wildly before grabbing the magazine and flicking through it.
"I mean, uhh, I need some time, umm, alone, with the luscious ladies that I find oh so sexually arousing, because I'm Portman, I'm manly, I am the manliest of the manly"
In a last show of desperation, Portman/Connie raised her arms and flexed her large muscles with a grunt.
Luis nodded slowly, the weirded out look never leaving his face. "Umm, ok, I think I'll go now, see you tomorrow"
Luis walked out, shutting the door behind him and Portman/Connie sighed with relief. She flung the magazine into a corner and lay down on the bed, head in hands.
She sat up suddenly after a little while, a disturbing, yet intriguing thought entering her mind.
"It wouldn't be wrong to just take, a teeny tiny peek would it?" she thought aloud, looking down, her brow furrowing.
"No, not even a look, just a glance, just a quick general glance" She reached down with a hand and gripped the waist band of Portman's pants. She pulled on it slightly and bent her head down to look when
'BRRING BRRING' Portman/Connie jumped as the ring tone from Connie/Portman's mobile sounded. She couldn't move for a second from the shock of what she had been about to do, half of her glad that she had been distracted from it.
'Bring bring' She sighed and grabbed Portman's back pack from the floor and fumbled around for the phone.
"Hello?" Nobody replied, all she heard was a loud sobbing noise.
"Err, Hello?" "Connie, I have a problem" It was Connie/Portman, only, he was bawling his eyes out, she could barely make out what he was saying.
"What? Is everything ok?" For a few moments all she heard were heart wrenching sobs, but then.
"Connie, I uhh, I umm I think I'm, I mean, you're, there's something wrong with me" He started sobbing again and Connie's heart began to race wildly.
Portman swallowed the large lump in his throat and continued, an endless stream of tears running down his cheeks.
"I uhh, I had to go to the bathroom, and I uhh" he paused as another sob wrenched his body.
"And I saw, that my uhh, I mean, your undies were, soaked in, they were, they were soaked in blood" he stuttered, now unable to continue.
Portman/Connie smiled gently, smothering a laugh. "Portman, you're gonna have to calm down, there's nothing wrong with you"
Connie/Portman stopped sobbing and whispered "There's not?" "No" she replied gently. "Congratulations Portman, you just became a woman"
"Huh?" "You got your period" "Oh" he replied shortly, rather embarrassed now at his 'little' outburst.
"So I'm not going to die?" Portman/Connie chuckled "Sadly no"
For the next half hour or so, Portman/Connie patiently explained to Connie/Portman the female version of puberty.
"So you get what a uterus is now?" she asked. "Yeah, thanks, I feel better now, I think I'll go to bed"
"Ok, good night Portman" The phone went dead and Portman/Connie shook her head, sighing.
"Boys!" she exclaimed to herself, and then chuckled at the irony in her words.
A/n: Please review!!!