Switch Chapter 3
Down on earth inside a mediocre Tokyo apartment, K woke up in his bed. Mmm, bed, soft comfortable bed. He stretched and yawned, sprawled out on his stomach. Hmm, the bed felt a bit lumpy this morning, mmm but it was nice to know that that crazy dream of his was over. As usual he reached down to scratch himself, only his fingers didn't find its regular fleshly appendage.
Fingers groped a little more desperately. What the hell? The details of his nightmare came crashing back.
K's eyes snapped open. He peeked under the covers…oh no…
"Oh no, no way…"
A high pitched scream rattled and shook the windows in the entire apartment complex.
Throwing off the covers K looked over himself, long shapely legs, a vagina, hips, breasts! Eeep! He grabbed at the blankets to cover himself like he was being peeped on. "I'm still dreaming," he said in a mad voice. K pinched his arm, "Ouch!" he shrilled. Eeep! His voice! K grabbed at his throat like he was being strangled.
He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again…he peeked under the covers.
The boobies were still there.
A feral whine escaped his throat. This just can't be happening! Was he still dead? Was this still a dream? Those gods, all that talk about being a woman, his funeral, the billboard, Hiro running from his office last night…it all came flooding back. But, this was impossible…
Throwing the covers off once again K ran to the bathroom. He stood before a mirror and gaped at the woman reflected back. Long wavy blond hair, very much like his original look, and his face, K leaned closer to the mirror. It looked much leaner, softer, cheekbones higher, a full set of lips, his blue eyes looked exactly the same—except his lashes were much thicker. His nose was tinier and neck more slender and long. The broadness of his shoulders was now softly rounded, and the boobs! K grabbed his boobs with eyes as wide as silver dollars. They fit into his hands like two grapefruit.
Legs feeling suddenly weak, K grabbed onto the sink and tried to breathe. He could feel a cold sweat breaking out over his skin and shivered. Blinking rapidly, his head felt faint, prickles ghosted over his skin…he was having a panic attack. Slumping to the floor, he closed his eyes and breathed slowly, hunched on his legs. "I must have died…how could anyone survive being crushed?" he spoke to himself, his mind searching for some reasoning. "Maybe I'm hallucinating; this just can't be for real…"
The feeling of nervousness gave him the urge to pee. Absentmindedly he got up and stood in front of the toilet, grabbing for that non existent penis again. Oh hell, he almost messed up the floor! Sighing, he sat. "I have gone to hell!" he wailed, "I don't want to be a woman! Please change me back! Wake me up…anything!"
But no response came. He sat on the toilet for a good twenty minutes in shock. But then he had a thought.
What if he just put himself out of his misery?
K ran to his bedroom and found one of his pistols. He could do this right, just shoot himself in the head and it'd all be over. "So what if I go to hell? It can't be any worse than this," K mumbled solemnly. But the gun remained his grasp, going back and forth between hands as he contemplated.
Knock knock!
"Why are you knocking? No one is home Ark!" Boy that voice sounded familiar. Suddenly a set of keys began to jingle into the deadbolt. K startled, realizing he was naked and looked frantically for something, anything to put on…suicide forgotten.
Voices echoed from the front room and in moments Judy stood in the bedroom door way and gasped. "Who are you?" she ordered. "I demand you tell me who you are because I brought hired help and I'll shoot you myself."
K swallowed hard, staring at his ex-wife. "Why are you here? Who are those men?" But it dawned on him. They'd come to clear out the apartment. "Don't you recognize me?" K asked quietly.
"I bet you were one of Claude's bimbo's, and here you are loafing in a dead man's apartment!" shrieked Judy. "I came to have his place cleared out, what else? I couldn't let the few memories of Michael's father get tossed into the trash," Judy explained with a snarl on her lip and turned her back on him. She walked out and began barking orders to the moving men. "Oh Ark stop crying already!" she complained.
K stood with his mouth open. So he looked like a woman even to Judy then. He felt sick to his stomach, but tried to calm himself. Wrapped in a bath robe, he walked out to the front room and watched people digging through his stuff. "Judy?" K said. She turned around.
"Did he tell you my name! Because even if he did you can call me Ms. Winchester, Judy is for my friends and fans," she snapped.
Taken aback K asked, "Can you tell me what today's date is?"
"July twenty-fourth," Judy drawled and eyed him up and down with a catty expression.
"Heh…thanks," K muttered. The twenty-fourth! But yesterday was only the eleventh. The room spun a little, maybe this was truly happening. K leaned against the wall for support and spotted his old buddy Ark. Ark glanced at him, only his eyes weren't on his. They were on his chest!
Oh for the love of Pete!
K frowned and crossed his arms over his breasts, watching Ark blush a little. But his attention was diverted when he saw a man collecting one of his rifles.
"No you can't have that…it's mine," he insisted and went to grab it back. He hauled the one of his favourite rifles out of some grubby hands. He held the gun to his chest protectively. His pictures, furniture, dishes, weapons, even the files on Bad Luck, everything was being packed and taken away. It was another personal nightmare, as he stood watching incredulity.
"I suggest you get changed and get out of here," Judy told him. "They've already rented this apartment to another person and this place needs to be cleaned out by the end of the day." She gave him a saucy smirk and pulled on her sunglasses, leaving the apartment.
Blinking after Judy, K didn't know if he should feel in shock or saddened that his life was quickly being taken away. He tried to keep a few precious things, a picture of Michael, his favourite handgun, a pair of Ray Bans, but he didn't get much. Ark and the moving people were pretty insistent that he stop or they'd call the police. With that K made haste to his bedroom and slammed the door shut. Tears welled in his eyes.
What am I going to do?
But he had to put some clothes on and leave. So K pulled on a pair of boxers, a pair of tan slacks and a crisp white shirt with his favourite purple tie. He pulled on socks and when he went to slip his foot into a shoe, it was gigantic. His foot was slimmer a few sizes smaller. Sure he was about six foot tall but his foot was no longer manly. Shit! He dug in his closet and found a pair of steel toed army boots. He put them on quickly and tightened the laces as tight as he could. Man, he was sure he looked like Ronald McDonald!
K grabbed his collections of treasures, put on the Ray Bans and stuck the gun in his belt that was tightened to the max. He looked and felt rumpled and clownish. Putting the stuff into a backpack, he found his wallet and important papers. Slinging the rifle to his back, he ran to the bathroom and tossed his toothbrush into the bag too. He heard a knock on the bedroom door. "Piss off I'm leaving already!" he hollered in an angry woman's voice. "Christ…" he muttered, still stunned listening to himself.
He gave the room a once over. This made him a little mad and that was enough to quench the idea of suicide. He just couldn't do it!
More banging came at the door, K waltzed over and opened it and Ark practically fell on him. "Ark," K said in a whisper. The man looked up at him surprised.
"Claude told you about me?" He seemed quite shocked.
K sighed as his nightmare continued. "Err…yea he did," K said, feeling sad that he couldn't tell the man it was really him standing here. "He told me that some of his best years of his life, was hanging out with you." K didn't care if he just came out and said that. It was unlikely he'd ever see Ark again and he wanted to at least give the man a few nice words.
Ark looked at him, stared into his eyes. "Wow you must have really meant something to him then…he just wouldn't tell anybody that." The man studied his eyes and shook his head, bewildered. "Well, take care of yourself then," Ark said and brushed past him.
K thought he heard a sniffle and decided it was time to leave. As he went he saw a moving man pick up his favourite bunny hand puppet. K grabbed it and smacked the man on the head with it, "You can't have that!"
He made for the door when Ark called from the other side of the room. K turned, "What is it?"
"What's your name?"
Hmm, what was his name? He couldn't just say K or Claude. Ah ha! He had it!
"It's Claudia," K told him, improvising on his true name.
Ark wore a baffled look.
"Cya around," K called and walked out of his apartment. Walked like he was cast away. He wanted to run but forced himself to stride coolly from the place…well, as coolly as he could in his floppy oversized army boots.
Downstairs, he saw Judy with a slew of bodyguards smoking a cigarette. "Nice clothes," she said with a snort and gave him an icy look. K sighed, was this what women were like, because she thought he was K's girlfriend? He felt hurt but he couldn't do anything about it. She'd never believe him anyways, so all he could do was walk away with tears rolling down his pretty new face.
"Are you alright miss?" asked some strange man, placing his hand on K's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" K hissed and thrashed the man with his backpack. "Do I look alright to you!" he wailed, voice reaching its highest pitch. The man landed on his ass and rubbed at his face. The guy looked extremely embarrassed and took off in a hurry.
There was only one person K thought he could turn to. He was sensible, he was smart…he'd actually cared about him once. K had no other options. He headed to Hiro's place, walking down the street with a rifle strapped to his back.
A/N: Oh wow I'm so thrilled people are liking this. I was very nervous about posting this one lol. YAY, I hope you continue to enjoy this!
Reviewers:
OminStrife: HAHA! Your review made me laugh. Cute! My goal is to make you laugh. Thank you for your comments.
the2evils: Twisted is good winks I get bored doing the same old thing, but never bored of K and Hiro lol. Yes poor K...its fun to torture our muses sometimes XD
Grimy Grunhilda Grunt: Babydoll! Yes I have you to thank for the impression of the Gods Huge Hugs
LingeringMiseryofSorrow: Oh wow I'm glad that you and your friends enjoyed my other fic! I hope you'll enjoy this one as well. I'll try my best. Thanks for the review.
smile78mtl: Thank for your comments. HAHA! Pamela...that was only K being a pervert XD He won't look like that unless he paid for it winks lol I could never write this story picturing K as PA ugh! Yes Hiro will be his rock. Blind and silly silly K hehe.
