Shego pressed the button, and hesitated for a second. If Drakken was right, there would be no turning back once she said it. She stood perfectly silent in the stall of the broken down old Bueno Nacho building, thinking. Finally, her youthful determination returning to her young body, she spoke the date. Instantly, she was in a much cleaner looking bathroom, the stalls a green now, instead of the dark blue they had been a moment ago. She stepped out of the stall, and then out of the bathroom, and looked around. It was early in the morning, right about the time for school to be starting, which was good; The do-gooder teenage hero wouldn't see her in her jumpsuit. She left casually, and walked down to Smarty Mart. Had she had the money, she would have gone to Club Banana, but for the moment Smarty Mart would have to do. She bought a simple outfit of tight-fitting dark blue jeans and a dark green shirt with the word "Poisonous" across the front in black. As she put the new clothes on, she looked at herself in the mirror, disgusted. "Ugh, such a fashion don't."

Shego wandered up to an ATM, kind of nervous about what she was about to do. She had an account in this time period, but it was her younger self's account, and she wasn't sure she remembered the pin number, much less the account number. After punching in what she thought was the right information, she was met with an account summary, and options of withdrawal/deposit. She quickly skimmed the information, and determined how much she'd need for a place to stay, and some extra cash for a few dates. After pulling out what would be a normal nail polish run for this time's Shego, she left the mall containing the Smarty Mart and ATM.

Looking around, it was obviously not time yet for the high school to have its lunch. Now was as good a time as any to test that communication device Drakken built into the time travel machine. Finding a nice secluded place in some bushes, she keyed in the commands, a couple rings happening before a small hologram popped out of the device. "Ah, Shego, I trust you made it all right then?" Shego glared at the small, elderly Drakken, giving a simple answer, "Yeah, because we weren't one hundred percent sure I wouldn't disintegrate upon entering the time stream." She had meant this to be sarcastic, but the way Drakken nervously shifted caused her to ask, "You tested this thing before you had me use it, didn't you?" Avoiding the subject, he questioned her, "Have you had any interaction with the buffoon yet?" Shego rolled her eyes, "No, doctor, I haven't. Just got here in the middle of a school day and all, give me a break." Drakken nodded and started to rant about hurrying, Shego cutting the connection off before he could get far. "Yeah, yeah, it's not like I don't have all the time in the world to go back and fix it."

Back outside again, it was lunch time. Now to find that sidekick and accidentally bump into him... She figured her best chance of making a memorable impression on him would have to be if she made him spill something on her. He'd have to clean it up, and the chance to touch female skin would certainly be welcomed by the unpopular boy. Shego laughed maniacally under her breath, approaching her starting point; Bueno Nacho. She walked inside and quickly made a survey of the place, spotting the two... wait, three? friends sitting at the third booth from the door. Shego went and sat behind the blonde one, and listened very carefully to their conversation, waiting. Finally, the perfect moment came. The blonde went to stand up, not paying attention to where he was going, turning to dispose of the tray, now full of half-empty sodas and naco remains. Shego stood as if to leave at that same moment, bumping into him in a way to be sure to spill everything on her, then fell back.

"Oh my I'm so sorry!" The blonde began to ramble apologies as he started to grab napkins and frantically wipe at the teenage girl, not caring or noticing what he was touching as he wiped. Shego noticed; Her memory of how sensitive her body was when it was younger wasn't all that great, and the hormone's weren't helping. Blushing madly, she pushed him off her and started to light her flames when she caught herself. "Not now, Shego... Still gotta make this plan work, or spend another lifetime living as a criminal constantly being beaten by possible," her thoughts told her.

Shego caught her breath slowly, then stood straight up, offering a hand to the young boy. By now the two girls, one redhead and one dark brown haired had finished cleaning what of the mess had gotten on the floor. The blonde smiled embarrassed, and took it, standing up and brushing off. "Sorry about that. The name's Ron Stoppable, and it's a pleasure to meet you... except the whole spilling lunch on you." Shego sneered at herself inside, but smiled back and took his hand. "Don't worry about it." Ron looked confused for a second, this having been the first time he heard her voice, and looked her over. Deciding against his suspicions, he asked, "So what's your name?" Shego almost smacked herself; she was never good at introductions, and forgetting to give out her name in a normal one was a big mistake. "My name is Sheeeee...la. Sheila. Nice to meet you."

Shego was really having a rough time at the start of this... First she nearly gives out her identity by tearing into the sidekick, then she messes up by forgetting to finalize the introduction, and now she nearly tells them she's Shego. "This here is Kim Possible," the blonde teen continued on, "And Monique," now pointing to the dark skinned girl.

"Nice to meet you," the redhead said, before looking at her wristwatch and gasping. "Oh no, we're late for class!" She started to run out the door when Shego bit her pride and shouted, "Wait, can you help me with something?" Kim couldn't resist those words, and turned around and walked back, waving to Monique as she left for class. Ron just stood there stupidly, not realize he was late too, not intending on leaving without Kim. "I'm kinda new in town, and I was hoping you could maybe show me the school, help me get started?" Shego was nearly puking on her own words; she had made sure every last one of them was laced with a sweet tone, and it was disgusting her. "Yeah, sure... No problem."

A few minutes later, they were at the school, and Kim had gotten an excused absence from the rest of the day to show the newcomer around. "And that's the gym. Any questions?" The tour now pretty much over, Shego had to find a way to get more alone time with stoppable. Her wish was granted almost instantly when Kim's communicator went off. "What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim had almost instantaneously pulled the small video-game looking device from her backpack. "We just got a hit on the site. The head of Nakasumi Toys suspects he's in some kind of danger for tonight's parade, and wants someone to protect him. The flight's already been arranged." The small African American boy on the other side of the screen sipped at a soda before eying the young black-haired girl looking over Kim's shoulder. "Oh, and one more thing... I had a funny reading a few hours ago. Something fourth-dimensional, that's all I could gather." Kim shrugged and went to collect Ron from class, who couldn't afford to miss any more Latin.

Shego watched, and started to follow secretly behind the two teens, who were now getting ready for a mission, when she was stopped by a large man. "Excuse me miss, but let me see your papers." Shego tried to walk past him again, only to have an arm cross her path. "I make it my business to know every soldier here at this school, and your face is certainly new, though a little familiar. Where are your papers?" Shego sighed, watching the two teens get out of sight. She would follow them later. "Sorry, I'm new. Can you help me get these 'papers'?" The large man smiled, and replied, "Ah, a new recruit. The name's Barkin. Lets go get you your registration papers and get you started then."

Here it is, slightly expanded chapter 3. Enjoy what little I could do to it.