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Connie/Portman awoke the next morning drenched in a cold sweat. His heart was racing uncontrollably, his cheeks were tear stained and his eyes darted wildly around the unfamiliar surroundings.
He had just had the weirdest dream, he and Connie had bumped into each other at training and they had switched.
He stopped in mid thought and looked down, a defeated groan escaping his lips.
He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes, half savouring the fact that no one would ever know just how much he was enjoying wearing Connie's silk, pink Hello Kitty pyjamas, half grumpy and irritable with a strong urge to stay lying around in bed all day watching soapie reruns and munching on chocolate. He yawned and stretched, kicking the bed covers off and swinging his legs onto the floor.
He took a few steps forward before groaning again; mentally giving himself a jolly ol' smack for all the times he had ever blamed Connie and Julie's anger or irritation on PMS. These stomach cramps were amongst the worst pain he'd ever felt, god knows how Connie dealt with them every month, he made a mental note to give her more credit when and if he got back into his own body.
"Owww" he groaned, clutching his tummy, then stiffened and straightened up quickly, clenching his fists tightly.
He shook his head in attempt to clear it of the thoughts. "C'mon Portman" he mumbled to himself. "Be a man, work through the pain, uggh, you ARE the pain, c'mon, be a man"
He straightened up with a slight grin on his face, having at least slightly regained control of the situation.
He glanced at Connie's bedside clock which read 9:30. Connie/Portman's smile widened into a coy grin.
'Ok, half an hour until I have to go meet Connie' he thought to himself, pulling open Connie's top drawer and pulling out a lacy pair of black panties.
'But first, a long deserved shower'.
****
Portman/Connie gaped, eyes bulging as Connie/Portman walked into Mickey's dining car. She wasn't the only one.
When he spotted Portman/Connie he smiled and strutted confidently over to her.
"Hey" he drawled slowly. "Aba, awa, a wha" Portman Connie stuttered, looking Connie/Portman up and down, a look of disgust plastered on her face.
"You like?" asked Connie/Portman innocently looking down at his choice of attire for the day. A tight, figure hugging, belly showing black button up t-shirt, a short, short, beyond short, red tartan pleated skirt. Connie's long hair was loose and flowing down Connie/Portman's back and he stood tall in knee high black lace up boots.
"I found these little numbers at the back of your closet" he added, eyebrows raised playfully.
"Abe, I wha a wah" stuttered Portman/Connie, before swallowing hard and exclaiming.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING PORTMAN?" "Well"
"Shut up Portman, ok did my MOTHER let you go out in that?" "Well"
"SHUT UP!" she exclaimed heatedly. "You've made me look like prostitute; you may as well go hang out on a street corner and offer sexual favours to smelly old men for money"
Connie/Portman shrugged, as if he was considering it. "Ok" he turned and began to walk away.
"Portman sit!" said Portman/Connie icily and Connie/Portman obeyed immediately.
"And please, next time do not take my attempt at sarcasm so seriously"
"I'll try" Portman/Connie glared at him and Connie/Portman laughed slightly.
"Ok, ok, relax, I don't see why you're so worked up, I mean, dude, you have a GREAT body, big tits, nice ass, what more could a red blooded male teenager stuck in a girls body for an indefinite amount of time ask for?"
Portman/Connie blushed and rolled her eyes. "Shut up Portman"
Connie/Portman grinned widely. "Why is it that you find it so hard to believe, Connie, you're god dam hot"
"All right all right, whatever, but speaking of good bodies, Portman, do you work out or something? I mean, your six pack is like WHOA"
"THANKYOU!" exclaimed Connie/Portman. "I DO work out, I can't believe you noticed"
"Oh, how could I not" squealed Portman/Connie wide eyed before coughing slightly and clearing her throat.
"I mean, umm uhh, what are we going to do?" Connie/Portman looked thoughtful for a moment, wrinkling his brow.
"Well, to be honest with you Connie, I don't see that there is very much we can do"
Portman/Connie groaned, but stopped as she caught sight of the clock. "SHIT!" she exclaimed standing up.
"I, I mean YOU, have a date with Guy, in like 20 minutes?" Connie/Portman snorted and began shaking his head slowly.
"No. No way, there's no way I am going on a date with Guy" "Please!"
"NO" "Oh come on, you can't just ignore Guy the whole time you're in my body, just the one date PLEASE, I'll do anything"
Connie/Portman considered for a moment. "Anything?"
"ANYTHING!" "All right" drawled Connie/Portman.
"I'll go, IF and only if, you don't get mad that I went against your wishes and took a shower, a long one, a naked one"
Portman/Connie's face clouded over into a scowl, but then she sighed dejectedly.
"All right, I'm not mad, I sincerely hope from the bottom of my heart that you had fun in the shower, now will you please go?"
Connie/Portman rolled his eyes. He stood up slowly and begun to turn around but Portman/Connie grabbed his arm.
"Ok, but before you go I need you to go home and CHANGE?" "Aww, why, you don't think Guy will like the outfit?"
"No. I think Guy will love the outfit and that's the problem. I think Guy will love the outfit, in fact I think he will love the outfit so much that the outfit will give him the wrong idea if you know what I mean and I know this will make me sound like a selfish old cow, but I would much, much rather be present at the time when I lose my virginity"
A/n: Please review! And once again, sorry for not updating in ages.
A/n: Thankyou so much for the reviews, it's so great that you're enjoying my story. Yeah, yeah, I know it's been a while since I've updated, oh well, hope you like this chapter. Please review!
Connie/Portman awoke the next morning drenched in a cold sweat. His heart was racing uncontrollably, his cheeks were tear stained and his eyes darted wildly around the unfamiliar surroundings.
He had just had the weirdest dream, he and Connie had bumped into each other at training and they had switched.
He stopped in mid thought and looked down, a defeated groan escaping his lips.
He sat up groggily and rubbed his eyes, half savouring the fact that no one would ever know just how much he was enjoying wearing Connie's silk, pink Hello Kitty pyjamas, half grumpy and irritable with a strong urge to stay lying around in bed all day watching soapie reruns and munching on chocolate. He yawned and stretched, kicking the bed covers off and swinging his legs onto the floor.
He took a few steps forward before groaning again; mentally giving himself a jolly ol' smack for all the times he had ever blamed Connie and Julie's anger or irritation on PMS. These stomach cramps were amongst the worst pain he'd ever felt, god knows how Connie dealt with them every month, he made a mental note to give her more credit when and if he got back into his own body.
"Owww" he groaned, clutching his tummy, then stiffened and straightened up quickly, clenching his fists tightly.
He shook his head in attempt to clear it of the thoughts. "C'mon Portman" he mumbled to himself. "Be a man, work through the pain, uggh, you ARE the pain, c'mon, be a man"
He straightened up with a slight grin on his face, having at least slightly regained control of the situation.
He glanced at Connie's bedside clock which read 9:30. Connie/Portman's smile widened into a coy grin.
'Ok, half an hour until I have to go meet Connie' he thought to himself, pulling open Connie's top drawer and pulling out a lacy pair of black panties.
'But first, a long deserved shower'.
****
Portman/Connie gaped, eyes bulging as Connie/Portman walked into Mickey's dining car. She wasn't the only one.
When he spotted Portman/Connie he smiled and strutted confidently over to her.
"Hey" he drawled slowly. "Aba, awa, a wha" Portman Connie stuttered, looking Connie/Portman up and down, a look of disgust plastered on her face.
"You like?" asked Connie/Portman innocently looking down at his choice of attire for the day. A tight, figure hugging, belly showing black button up t-shirt, a short, short, beyond short, red tartan pleated skirt. Connie's long hair was loose and flowing down Connie/Portman's back and he stood tall in knee high black lace up boots.
"I found these little numbers at the back of your closet" he added, eyebrows raised playfully.
"Abe, I wha a wah" stuttered Portman/Connie, before swallowing hard and exclaiming.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING PORTMAN?" "Well"
"Shut up Portman, ok did my MOTHER let you go out in that?" "Well"
"SHUT UP!" she exclaimed heatedly. "You've made me look like prostitute; you may as well go hang out on a street corner and offer sexual favours to smelly old men for money"
Connie/Portman shrugged, as if he was considering it. "Ok" he turned and began to walk away.
"Portman sit!" said Portman/Connie icily and Connie/Portman obeyed immediately.
"And please, next time do not take my attempt at sarcasm so seriously"
"I'll try" Portman/Connie glared at him and Connie/Portman laughed slightly.
"Ok, ok, relax, I don't see why you're so worked up, I mean, dude, you have a GREAT body, big tits, nice ass, what more could a red blooded male teenager stuck in a girls body for an indefinite amount of time ask for?"
Portman/Connie blushed and rolled her eyes. "Shut up Portman"
Connie/Portman grinned widely. "Why is it that you find it so hard to believe, Connie, you're god dam hot"
"All right all right, whatever, but speaking of good bodies, Portman, do you work out or something? I mean, your six pack is like WHOA"
"THANKYOU!" exclaimed Connie/Portman. "I DO work out, I can't believe you noticed"
"Oh, how could I not" squealed Portman/Connie wide eyed before coughing slightly and clearing her throat.
"I mean, umm uhh, what are we going to do?" Connie/Portman looked thoughtful for a moment, wrinkling his brow.
"Well, to be honest with you Connie, I don't see that there is very much we can do"
Portman/Connie groaned, but stopped as she caught sight of the clock. "SHIT!" she exclaimed standing up.
"I, I mean YOU, have a date with Guy, in like 20 minutes?" Connie/Portman snorted and began shaking his head slowly.
"No. No way, there's no way I am going on a date with Guy" "Please!"
"NO" "Oh come on, you can't just ignore Guy the whole time you're in my body, just the one date PLEASE, I'll do anything"
Connie/Portman considered for a moment. "Anything?"
"ANYTHING!" "All right" drawled Connie/Portman.
"I'll go, IF and only if, you don't get mad that I went against your wishes and took a shower, a long one, a naked one"
Portman/Connie's face clouded over into a scowl, but then she sighed dejectedly.
"All right, I'm not mad, I sincerely hope from the bottom of my heart that you had fun in the shower, now will you please go?"
Connie/Portman rolled his eyes. He stood up slowly and begun to turn around but Portman/Connie grabbed his arm.
"Ok, but before you go I need you to go home and CHANGE?" "Aww, why, you don't think Guy will like the outfit?"
"No. I think Guy will love the outfit and that's the problem. I think Guy will love the outfit, in fact I think he will love the outfit so much that the outfit will give him the wrong idea if you know what I mean and I know this will make me sound like a selfish old cow, but I would much, much rather be present at the time when I lose my virginity"
A/n: Please review! And once again, sorry for not updating in ages.