TRADING PLACES
WARNING: This is a rated M KIGO fic. If you know what this means, and you're offended by
it, leave. If you don't know, it's where Kim and Shego are involved. If you're offended now,
leave. If you're offended by foul language, get the hell out. If you're still here, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible or any related properties. They are copyright the Disney
Corporation and are used without permission.
Author's Notes: I've taken some liberties with the characters. Please bear with me. Thank you.
Shego faces even more challenges with High School, finding that it is more than she first
bargained on...
Chapter 4: School Daze Part 2
"Show me your papers." The young man says brusquely.
"Excuse me?" She says, put off by the young man's attitude.
"Your papers—your hall pass—show them to me." He says.
She looks him over, taking him in carefully. His shoes are polished to a high sheen and his pants
are perfectly pressed with a razor's edge crease in them, stopping just as they touch the tops of
his shoes. On his belt, he is wearing two cylindrical-shaped holsters as well as a shield-shaped
badge and a hand-cuff holster. His Sam Brown belt is also highly polished, gleaming in the light
as he stands there. His shirt has perfectly parallel creases along the front, and the collar is well
starched. His hair is perfectly combed, at least what she can see, and his beret sits staunchly atop
his head as he stands with almost military precision. As he stands there, his face darkens and he
unsnaps one holster, taking out a long metal cylinder which he holds and whips out to the side,
extending it into a three-foot long baton.
"I will not ask you again. Let me see your papers or I will be forced to detain you by whatever
force necessary." He says sharply.
"Listen, you little Schutzstaffel wannabe. I don't know what concentration camp you think
you're guarding, but if you try to use that little baton of yours on me, I can guarantee you'll be in
a world of hurt."
His eyes narrow, and in the blink of an eye, he launches himself at her, bringing up the baton in a
high arc which she ducks under, driving her knee into his abdomen and her elbow into his back
between his shoulder blades, sending him to the floor. Moments later, she falls on him, taking his
baton and bringing it up under his chin in a choke hold.
"Tap out or pass out." She growls as he fights to remove it from his throat, but she does not let
him. She holds him there for almost a minute before he finally goes limp beneath her. She then
takes his handcuffs and secures his wrists before turning him over onto his back and leaning
down close to his mouth and feeling his soft breathing on her ear. She stands up, then hoists him
up and slings him over her shoulder and continues on her way through the hall. When she arrives
at the Guidance Counselor's office, she walks in and drops him unceremoniously into a chair
while a young woman behind a desk stares at her. She walks over and takes out the note she was
given. "I'm here to see the psychologist."
The young woman stares at her silently. Moments later, a young man walks out of one of the
back rooms wearing a similar uniform to the unconscious young man and stops as he sees the
passed-out figure in the chair. He walks out and checks for a pulse before sighing and rolling his
eyes. He reaches down and removes the badge and remaining baton from the young man's belt
before removing his combination cap and placing both within. He then looks over at Shego.
"You did this?" He asks plainly.
"Yeah, I did. He attacked me and I defended myself." She says.
"Sorry about that." He says.
"What do you mean? He's the one who attacked me." She says, confused.
"And I'm the one who swore him in." He says. "I am Ben Lee."
"Kim Possible," She says. "Please to meet you."
"And you. I've heard quite a bit about you, Miss Possible." Ben says.
"You have, have you?" Shego asks.
"You are a well known globetrotting heroine, philanthropist, and all around do-gooder." He says,
sounding idly impressed.
"Yeah, that's about right." She says, chuckling softly. "What about you?"
"What about me?" He asks.
"What's your one-sentence sum-up?" She asks, and he chuckles.
"I'm a Field Marshal, Administrator, and Logistics Commander." He says.
"Sounds like you're quite a soldier." She says. "What's your profession?"
"I am the Secondary Security Commander." He says.
"And your duties include?"
"They are just as I said before." He says, smiling. "I command the military actions of the security
forces, as well as administrate civilian issues, and see to managing of the flow of goods,
information and other resources among the various points within the Secondary Security forces
as well as those without, ensuring all goes according to plan."
"That sounds like quite a task to handle." She says.
"It can be, but I've got a strong handle on things, and a good organization."
"I would imagine that would be necessary." She says, handing the note to the secretary who
takes it, reads it, then stands and walks into one of the rooms while Shego turns back to him.
"What would it cost me to get some goods?"
"Depends on what you need." He says. "Is there anything illegal?"
"Not according to South African laws." She says. "I'll contact you later."
Ben raises his eyebrow as she walks around him and over to a door that is being held open by the
secretary. She walks through, and into a nicely decorated room which has a duvet sitting against
one wall. As she looks around, she sees an older man sitting in a comfortable looking over-
stuffed leather arm chair. He motions to the duvet and Shego walks over, draping herself across
it casually, taking on a pose of nonchalant sexiness before gazing at the man indifferently.
He's a rather learned-looking man, wearing a tweed suit complete with an unbuttoned suit coat, a
well tailored waistcoat, and a well turned-out pair of trousers. He adjusts the glasses which are
resting on the bridge of his nose for a moment before casually chewing on the tip of his pen.
Then he sighs quietly.
"Hello, young lady. Might I ask your name?" He asks and she gazes at him amusedly. After a
pregnant pause, he sighs and removes his glasses before massaging the bridge of his nose tiredly.
"I know you are not the young and intrepid Miss Possible as your appearances maintain you to
be."
"Oh?" She asks, a smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
"Yes. You are not Miss Possible. I know this for a fact."
"And how do you know that?"
"I have had my dealings with her and I know you are not her."
"Are you sure? Last time I looked, this was Kim's face and body."
"That is her face, and that is her body, but that was not her gait, and that is not how she sat upon
that very couch. I know that you are not her. You are someone else entirely, but someone very
close to her nonetheless, as you are able to adopt some of her mannerisms. So I ask you again:
who are you and why are you wearing Miss Possible's face?" He asks, and she smiles broadly.
"Who do you think that I am?" She asks.
"It's obvious that you enjoy playing games, especially power games, and games where you are at
the advantage. What more, you're a very self-assured young woman... it seems that your
previous body was far more mature and sexual than this one, so you're not quite used to a
younger, sportier model so to speak." He says.
"A younger, sportier model, you say?" She asks. "It sounds to me like you're more than a bit
interested in this body, and so far as I know, that is more than a fair bit illegal."
"It is illegal, yes, for a man my age to be involved with a young woman who has a body that is
your age. However, I am not interested in you in that sense. Rather, it was an observation
concerning the over-all structure and maturity you're currently inhabiting versus the one which
you previously inhabited. So again I ask: who are you and how did you come to possess this
vessel?" He asks.
She smiles broadly and chuckles a low, sultry tone. "Shego Green."
"Well, well, Miss Green. How did you come to have Miss Possible's body?" He asks.
"You speak as if you know me." Shego says.
"Anyone who has had dealings with the intrepid Kim Possible deeper than just simple school-
based interaction knows at least some things about you, and I know more than most." He says.
"And how did you come to know that?" She asks.
"Now, now... you know that patient confidentiality laws prevent me from divulging anything
shared in confidence." He says, gently chiding her.
"I know, but I'm a bad girl." She says, chuckling softly.
"I can tell, both from our interaction, and also from this note I have received from the principal."
He says, holding up the offending page. "Hormone hell..." He says idly, reading the paper.
"What an interesting choice of words, Miss Green."
"Please, call me Shego." She says.
"Very well, you may call me David." He says. Now, I know you must be going through some
difficult times adjusting to a body different from your own, and which has quite a bit more in the
way of hormonal activity, but I am sensing there is more at work than just that. The note says to
'ask about Mexican Food.' Care to explain?"
She smiles and laughs softly. "I asked him to keep this incident off Kimmie's permanent record
since I don't want it haunting her like bad Mexican food."
"Hmmm... so while you are her enemy, you are also looking out for her permanent record and
doing her in-class assignments. What a very thoughtful thing, especially for a villainess." He
says.
"Don't over-think it, David." She says dryly.
"Oh, heavens, I would never." He says, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips before he
reaches over and takes a small box from his desk and looking back at her. "It's been a rather
trying day today. Would you mind joining me out in my smoking office?" He asks and she lifts
her eyebrow.
"Join you in your smoking office?" She asks.
He nods and stands. She stands a moment later, and he walks over to a bookshelf. He places his
hand on one book, a Sherlock Holmes novel, and pulls it out, the book tilting out a bit and then
stopping, a soft click being heard from within the wall itself.
"Cute." She says. "Doctor Dee would be impressed."
"Just you wait." He says, gently pulling on the shelf and swinging it open, revealing a room
within. He steps in and she follows a moment after. He closes the door, and then leads her up a
set of spiraling stairs up two flights and into another room. He then opens a door and they step
out onto the roof. He leads her over to a glass geodesic dome painted to match the color and
texture of the surrounding rooftop.
"The question is... you can't see in, but can you see out?" She asks, and he smiles at her.
"That is a good question indeed." He says, and leads her out and into the dome. Once inside, he
closes the door and she looks out, seeing that she can see everything on the outside perfectly.
Then she looks around and sees that it is a very comfortable setup. Off to the side, there is a
small pot-bellied stove which looks as if it would do well at heating the enclosure. There is also
an over-stuffed leather chair with a small end-table next to it and a fainting couch sitting a bit
away from the stove. He walks over to a coat rack and removes his jacket before hanging it up.
He then takes down a deep burgundy velvet smoking jacket and puts it on before walking to his
chair and sitting down, setting down the box on the table.
"Have a seat, Shego." He says.
"Don't mind if I do." She says, walks over, and lay down on the couch, finding it to be as
comfortable as the one in his office. "So why did we come up here again?"
"Because, my dear girl, I am not allowed to smoke in my office." He says calmly. He then opens
the box and removes a classic English calabash pipe before carefully packing it with sweet
tobacco and lighting it, puffing gently and imbibing the flavor of the tobacco with a smile. "And
that is one thing which, from time to time, is required for me to continue my functions as a
psychologist."
"And are there any other things which you require?" She asks, glancing at him from the corner of
her eye.
"Yes, there are." He says. "But those things I am restricted from while on campus."
"Oh, isn't that just a shame." She says with a sultry voice.
"Yes, because I must go home before I have a glass of good brandy." He says and smiles at her
as she blushes slightly. "Not what you were thinking now was it, Shego?"
She shakes her head and he chuckles.
"I guess you have some misconceptions about me, young lady." He says.
"Young lady, please. Don't let this body fool you. I'm no young lady." She says and he lifts his
eyebrow as he puffs on his pipe.
"Oh? And what delineates you from being a young lady, young lady?"
"Don't call me young lady!" She growls, glaring at the man who watches her quietly, puffing on
his pipe as his pen scratches quietly along his paper.
"What is it that bothers you about being called that?" He asks.
"It's nothing." She huffs.
"Then why did you look ready to strangle me?" He asks.
She looks at him for a long moment and sighs. "I hate being called that."
"Oh?" He says. "Why?"
"Because... my mother used to tell me I had to become a young lady or I'd end up a bitter old
maid... and my jackass brothers carried on the tradition, putting me down and making me feel
worse about myself for not being some prim, proper, prissy little bitch. I don't want to be prim. I
don't want to be prissy. I want to be a tomboy, getting dirty, getting bruised. I like being able to
do dirty things without being looked down on, to be able to go out and play football with the
guys without having to worry about what people think about me. Do you know what I liked to do
before my dad died?" She asks.
"No, I don't. Will you share with me?" He prompts.
"I liked to go out to the garage and help him work on his old sixty-seven Ford Mustang. Oh, it
was gorgeous..." She says, and trails off as she smiles nostalgically as his pen scratches along.
As he stops, he looks up at her. "We'd climb up under it, and work for hours, doing this and that,
tuning it up, changing the oil, or he would just show me different parts and teach me about cars.
Then we'd clean up, go out back, and throw around a football for a while before dinner. Then
there was that fateful night that dad went out to pick up some flowers for mom since she was
angry again about something. He had been gone for six hours when we heard a knock at the
door. I was downstairs watching TV at the time and heard mom open the front door, and then
heard low talking for a moment before she let out a keening wail. I ran to see what was wrong,
and knew the instant I saw the Highway Patrol officers standing there. That's when everything
changed." She turns over on her side, looking out the window at the world beyond, her voice
becoming softer as she speaks.
"I became mommy's little princess, the good little girl who does exactly as she's expected to,
never questioning authority, never causing trouble, never out of line. I was pretty little Sheela
Godeleine Green. Six months later, I received my curse... my mark... and once more my world
changed."
"You received your mark?" He asks.
"The green glow... the fire... that is my mark and my curse. And that was the night that I lost my
mother... She had been angry because I had turned down a date with this two-faced little prick
she had thought would be a good match for me and we had a fight... it was horrible... we said
things, hurtful things, to each other and had gone to lick our wounds in our preferred ways. I
went to my room and sulked... she went out onto the back patio and took a full bottle of wine I
knew she was intent on polishing off herself... The meteor struck and killed her instantly. I never
got to say that I was sorry for what I said... I never got to say goodbye to her..." She sighs
heavily and shakes her head slowly. "That's when my brothers and I got our powers, our glow,
from the very thing that was our mother's end... Hego got his blue that made him super strong;
Mego got his purple glow that made him capable of shrinking; Wego got their red glow that
allows them to multiply; and I got my green glow... my plasma. So together, we formed Team
Go, and it was good... for a time..." She trails off.
"Go on." He prods gently.
"After a while, my brothers started excluding me from operations performed, citing that I was
getting out of control... I wasn't. We were dealing with progressively more dangerous enemies
who were going out of their way to cause injury to civilians so I had to put them down hard. My
brothers turned on me... they branded me a wild child and tried to remove me from the roster
altogether, but I wouldn't have it." She says.
"So what did you do?" He queries.
"What could I do? My brothers had abandoned me, and my mother and father were dead. I didn't
know anything but crime fighting since that was all I had done professionally." She says. "So I
used what I had learned from years of dealing with criminals and became one myself."
"And how did that make you feel?" He asks.
"To be honest, I felt great at first. I felt like the most powerful woman on earth, able to make
people bow to my will, and to make the world shake with the sound of my voice... but then the
veneer wore thin, and I began to see the dark side of villainy, the pain, suffering, and sadness I
experienced from my every-day activities, things that once brought me joy. That's when I started
to burn out. But then I got my second wind..."
"And when was that?" He asks.
"That was when I met Kimmie." She says. "I was working for Doctor Drakken as usual and she
came and foiled his plot... it was so exhilarating to go up against her, to face her head to head, it
made me feel alive. From that point, I knew I had to see her again. But each time I saw her, it
wasn't enough. It was a fix for a while, for sure, but it was never enough. It's never enough. I
want to have her, to hold her, to keep her, to be one with her and to give myself fully to her,
without fear, without reservation."
"It sounds as if you care for her." He says.
"You know, before this happened, I would have killed you for suggesting that... but now... now I
feel like I'm missing an important part of myself." She says. "And not my body... it's something
else... something completely different."
"And how do you think that she feels?" He asks.
"I don't know..." She says, sighing heavily. "I wish I did... but I don't..."
"Perhaps you should speak to her about it." He suggests.
"I can't... I mean if I were to just call up and be like, 'hi, I want to talk to Shego please; I've got
a major hang-up on her and I want to talk to her and see if she feels the same...' Or something
along those lines, it would kill our reputations in a heartbeat, not to mention start a hell of a lot of
rumors and the like." She says, laying on her back and staring at the sky, exasperated. "I want to
know how she feels... what she's feeling... what she's thinking... I want to know her better... but I
know I can't... not being who I am."
"Then perhaps it's time to change again." He says. "Don't you think?"
"Change again? What do you mean?" She asks, confused.
"You changed once going from daddy's little girl into mother's young lady, and then the strong
woman who was Shego of Team Go. Then you changed again becoming the villainess Shego.
Perhaps it's time you changed again, becoming something else." He says.
"Maybe... but what about Kimmie, wouldn't she have to change too?" She asks.
"Would she?" He asks. "Would she have to change? Or would she be right without having to
change? Isn't she good enough to be with without changing?"
"She's perfect..." She says, and then blinks as she realizes what she just said. She turns over, and
looks at the psychologist who is watching her, idly puffing away at his pipe. She runs through
the entire conversation they had just had, and then narrows her eyes dangerously. "You were
shrinking me!"
"I prefer to call it creating a conversation in which discoveries can be made. But if you wish to
call it shrinking, then so be it." He says.
"How dare you shrink me, how dare you?!" She demands.
"It is my profession and passion to 'shrink' those around me. Just ask the other teachers. I know
more about their personal lives than they know about themselves." He says. "As you know, I've
even shrunk your dearest Kimmie."
Her eyes narrow to bare slits and her rage is apparent from the glare she is directing at the
psychiatrist. She slowly sits up and makes to stand, but stops as he holds up one hand in a 'halt'
gesture.
"Sit." He says simply and she feels herself unconsciously comply. "Like it or not, we are not
finished. Now, we've discussed unresolved feelings and/or issues with your parents, siblings, and
with a certain young woman. But that doesn't mean you're finished."
"Are you sure?" She asks. "I'm feeling done right now."
"Then you're not willing to listen to what I have to say?" He asks.
She glares at him for a long moment, the two halves of her mind warring within her. The
impulsive teenager domineered by the hormones wants to stand and storm out to show her
displeasure while the more mature adult who is tempered by experience and responsibility wants
to stay and listen to what the psychiatrist has to say as he may have something important to
impart to her. Finally she decides on a course of action.
"Talk, David. I'm listening." She says and he smiles before puffing on the pipe for a moment
as if he were mulling over something in his mind.
"You are a young woman in love." He says simply and her jaw drops open from shock. "You
love Kimberly in a way you don't understand from your interactions with your family or other
people. And it's that love that scares and excites and addicts you. It's what drives you, not greed,
lust, anger, or anything else of the sort. It is the wonderment at the love you feel for her that
pushes you onward. And now you are within her body, experiencing new things and things you
know very well with suddenly very different hormone levels and that is wreaking havoc with
your inner balance. That is what is giving rise to your current behavioral trending: toward rash
decisions, violent reactions, and more intense emotiveness and away from balance, control, and
stability. In short, to use Freudian psychology, your Ego is allowing your Id to gain greater
control of your mind over your Super-Ego."
"Fuck." She says, the one word summing up her feelings on the matter.
"Indeed." He says, puffing on his pipe. "This is where you come in."
"What?" She asks.
"You have three choices in the matter of how to deal with this issue."
"And they are?" She asks.
"Option one: Inactivity. You deal with it, riding this out." He says.
"Uh... what are the other options?"
"Option Two: Chemical. You take hormone supplements to balance you out." He says.
"No go. I'm not gonna put anything into Kimmie's body." She says.
"Option Three: Psychological. Take up meditation and try to balance yourself using meditation
techniques to take control of your mind, balancing yourself by force of will alone." He says.
"You know, that sounds like a pretty good idea... could you suggest anyone who'd be good to
talk to about this?"
"One woman, Joan Wallisford, is best suited to help you. She is..." He says, but is interrupted.
"The cheerleading coach... yeah, I know. She'll show up after school." Shego says. "I learned
Kimmie's comings and goings as part of my intelligence base on her for if I wanted to attack her
at school."
"That is rather disturbing to hear, but understandable nonetheless." He says.
"I'll talk to her when I go to practice after school."
"That's good." He says, glancing off into the distance before puffing gently on the pipe and
sighing heavily. He then sets his pipe into a holder and stands up, his action prompting her to do
the same. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an appointment which I must make."
"Of course..." She says, nodding. "Thank you for listening, David."
"It was my pleasure, Shego." He says and walks to the door, opening it for her. She walks out
and he escorts her to the door to the roof. She descends the stairs with him a moment after, and
once more waits for him to open the secret door. They step out into his office and she turns to
him, a curious expression on her face. "Is there something else, Shego?"
"Thank you." She says, embracing him. He stands there, his body stiff with shock. He then
returns the embrace gently, releasing her as he does. "Thank you very much."
"You are welcome, Kimberly." He says and she blinks, opening her mouth, but he is faster.
"Yes, Kimberly Ann Possible, that is your name, is it not?"
"Yes... yes it is..." She says and he smiles. "Thank you, David."
He inclines his head to her and she walks out, feeling far better than she did when she had
walked into the room. As she walks to the door, she sees that the SS impressionist she had
knocked out was coming around. He opens his eyes slowly and looks up at her blearily, they
suddenly going wide and his expression turning hateful.
"You!" He spits. "You will pay for this!"
"Watch yourself, Lukas." Ben says.
The young man looks over at Ben Lee who is standing behind the desk.
"Ben, you don't understand. This bitch..."
"LUKAS MÜLLER! Watch your mouth!" Ben snaps, causing the young man to glare at him.
"And you'd better school that look before I show you just how much like Heinrich Himmler I
am."
"And you may find out that your hold on the guard is not as secure as you think it is." Lukas
retorts. Ben walks around the desk and grabs Lukas by his Sam Browne belt, pulling him to his
feet.
"From this moment, you are no longer a member of the SSG. All rights, privileges, and powers
associated which you possessed are hereby removed. You will return your uniform within the
week or you will be fined and placed in detention until you produce it." Ben says. "You will be
remanded to detention for the rest of the day. Tomorrow you are ordered to arrive in street
clothes or you will be once more remanded into SSG custody for violation of the SSG Dress
Uniform Restriction Policy. Is this understood?"
"Yes, sir, I understand." Lukas growls.
"Good. You will be escorted to your detention by two SSG officers who I will dispatch. If you
are not here, you know what the result will be."
"Yes."
"Good." He says, and turns away from him. Shego watches then as he then deftly spins and
backhands Lukas with a vicious strike across the mouth that knocks him to the floor. "You
disgust me." He says balefully, and then turns to Shego who's watching with a raised eyebrow.
"Please, walk with me for a minute."
"Very well," She says, and they walk out of the office.
"Yet again, I apologize for your having to be exposed to the less glamorous side of the SSG." He
says. "Lukas has been showing some rather disturbing behaviors as of late and I should have
seen them earlier and acted on them but unfortunately I did not and things were allowed to
progress to this level. If there is anything that we can do for you to make amends, say so and I
will see to it that all efforts are made to accomplish your request."
"There is nothing I have that I want right now, but I will remember this offer. Tell me, what does
SSG stand for?" She asks. "Student Security Group?"
"It officially stands for Student Security Group, though there are those who have purported that it
actually stands for Studentschutzgruppe which is German for Student Protection Group, a
reference to the uniform that some of our guards wear for their intra-class hall patrols, saying
they look like German SS guards. I personally do not appreciate the suggestion though I must
admit that the resemblance is rather clear to anyone with a good grasp on history." He says. "In
fact, it is not a design based off the Nazi Germany era SS uniform but rather the uniform which
was worn by General John J. 'Black Jack' Pershing during his service in the Philippines
campaign against Muslim insurgents with the introduction of black instead of brown as it is a
more powerful color."
"Huh." She says, nodding.
"We are allowed by the school charter to wear whatever uniform we see fit to wear so long as it
abides by the guidelines as set forth." He says.
"Clever." Shego says. "That's very clever indeed."
"Thank you." He says, grinning. "I want you to know that you will have full SSG protection
while you are here..."
"You do realize who I am, right?" Shego asks.
"You are Kim Possible, but that does not mean that you don't need or can't use help from time to
time." He says. "You'll receive full protection from the SSG and you will receive the same travel
privileges as any SSG member."
"So I don't need a hall pass?" She asks.
"No. All you need to say is that you are on SSG business." He says.
"Excellent. Thank you, Ben." Shego says.
"You are welcome, Kim." Ben says. "If you'll excuse me, I must handle the messy business
concerning Lukas."
"I understand." She says, and they go their separate ways.
FIVE MINUTES LATER...
Shego walks into the nurse's station, feeling more than a bit worn down by the events of the day
and sits down in a chair as there is nobody behind the desk. A young woman dressed in a white
button-down dress walks out and around the desk, looking at Shego who takes in the sight before
her. The young woman is tall and slender, with what look like B-cup breasts and nicely shaped
hips. Her legs are clad in white sheer nylons, and her feet are adorned by white flats.
"Is something the matter, Kim?" The young woman asks, and Shego looks up at her face. She's a
comely young woman, with a delicate bone structure and creamy skin that is set off by a touch of
rouge. Her sapphire eyes are wide and unassuming and her lips are turned down in a gentle
frown of concern. Her hair cascades down her back like a river of gold and is topped with an old-
fashioned white nurse's cap.
"Miss Dove?" Shego says; her eyes wide with shock. She had studied the young woman before
but had never known her to be so distracting...
"Yes... Kim, are you feeling all right?" Miss Dove asks while walking over and gently feeling
her forehead with the inside of her wrist. She crouches down and looks at Shego who stares at
the young woman, a multitude of feelings swirling around in her and flittering around like a
throng of butterflies in her stomach. "C'mon, let's get you into the examination room. You're
feeling a little bit warm." She says, and much to Shego's surprise, she stands then leans down
and slides her hand under Shego's arm before wrapping it across her back and lifting her up,
supporting her carefully. They walk into the exam room and Miss Dove flicks on a light that says
'OCCUPIED' before taking a thermometer and sliding it under Shego's tongue.
"The principal called me and said that you would be coming by to talk to me, but he didn't say
anything like this." The digital thermometer beeps and she takes it out before reading it and
humming. "It says ninety-eight point six, but you feel a bit warm." She says, once more touching
Shego's forehead, then gently cupping her cheeks which glow slightly as she leans in and kisses
her forehead. "Hmmm... strange... have you been feeling ill lately?"
Shego stares at her, still unable to speak.
"Kim? Are you all right?" She asks. "Did something happen?"
"No..." Shego says; her voice unsure.
"You don't sound like nothing happened. Are you sure?" She says.
Shego nods.
"Then how do you explain the fact that you're blushing, for lack of a better expression, like a
school girl while sitting there and staring at me like a school boy with a crush on his teacher?"
She asks.
Shego stares at her for a long moment, things coming into focus, and then she gasps as she puts
two and two together. Her eyes dart right and left as she searches for an escape but finds none
save for the door which is on the far side of Miss Dove from her.
"There's nowhere to go, Kimmie." Miss Dove says calmly. "Not until I release you, there's not."
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Shego asks, feeling scared and confused. "Why are you
torturing me like this? Why can't you just let me go and get on with the day?"
"Why, you ask? I'll tell you why. I wanted to see how you reacted to a high-stress, high-intensity
situation where your hormones would kick in and where your higher brain functions would
become clouded, allowing your instincts to take over." She says, stunning Shego with their cold
calculation and how the whole moment does not mesh with the scene from before.
"Oh." Shego says.
"But don't think that I don't care." She says, once more sounding caring and tender. "That's the
reason I do these things for people, because I care about them, and want them to be better."
"Oh... thank you..." Shego says.
"Now, if you don't mind, could I ask you to remove your clothes please?"
Shego stares at the young woman for a long moment who motions over to one wall. Shego looks
over and sees two plaques, one with Rose Dove, M.D. and the other with Rose Dove, OB/GYN
inscribed on them.
"Oh." Shego says and begins to undress, feeling very nervous.
"It's all right, Kimmie. You're safe here." The woman says, but this does nothing to alleviate
Shego's nervousness. Miss Dove thinks for a moment, then walks over and says something
which completely transforms the moment for Shego. "Honestly, I thought you were braver than
this. Guess I was wrong."
In that moment, gone was the fear and nervousness, and in its place was competitiveness and icy
determination.
"Oh, is that so?" Shego says, then promptly stands and disrobes while Miss Dove stands there
watching her with an amused smile. "And what's so funny?"
"You played right into my hands." Miss Dove says. "I challenged your pride and you answered
as I predicted you would."
"Is this some sort of test?" Shego asks, angry.
"Life is a test, Kimmie." She says. "I'm just trying to see how I can help you."
"Well, you're doing a good job of pissing me off." Shego says.
"Who are you and how are you wearing Kim's skin?" Miss Dove asks.
"And what makes you think I'm anyone other than myself?" Shego asks.
"For one, you said I'm pissing you off." Miss Dove says.
"Ok..."
"For another, you're not carrying yourself like Kim does." She says.
"Oh?" Shego asks.
"Kimmie would hold her elbow if she was sitting on a table naked like that." Miss Dove says.
"So tell me... who are you and what are you doing wearing her body?"
"Am I really that bad of an actress?" Shego asks.
"Oh, no, you're good. In fact, at first I really thought you were Kimmie, especially with how
unsure you were acting, but then when you answered my challenge, I knew something was
different then when you were sitting there, that clinched it for me." She says. "So tell me, who
are you and how are you wearing her body?"
"My name is Shego." She says. "I'm sure you've heard of me."
"Oh, few people working here haven't." She says. "Now tell me, how did you end up in
Kimmie's body?"
"You have Doctor Drakken to blame for this." Shego says. "He's the one who shot me and
Kimmie with the ray. You know, I was supposed to be her for today but it seems that I'm doing a
rather piss poor job of it."
"You have only been at it for one day. Give yourself come credit. You're doing far better than
some people would." She says. "That aside, I think that you're in line for a full physical."
"You've got to be shitting me." She says dryly.
"No, I am not 'shitting' you." Miss Dove says calmly. "Now, let's get down to business, shall
we?"
THIRTY MINUTES LATER...
"Now for the blood work..." Miss Dove says, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. Shego stares at
her as she takes out a rather daunting looking syringe and smiles evilly.
"You're a vampire too?" Shego asks, shocked.
"That I am." She says, then walks over and within a minute has drawn out forty milliliters of
blood and then loads it into a series of vials before setting them off to the side and discarding the
syringe. Then she takes off those gloves and puts on a new set before opening a drawer.
"All right, now to the fun part..." Miss Dove says, chuckling softly as she holds up a clear plastic
tool.
"What the hell... you have a freaking speculum?!?" Shego asks; her eyes wide with shock.
TEN MINUTES LATER...
"All right, all done. You've got a clean bill of health, though I might suggest you be a bit less
vigorous in your personal entertainment or to trim your nails as you're leaving marks." Miss
Dove says. "That is, just as a suggestion."
She strips off her latex gloves while Shego sits there, a light blush coloring her cheeks. Miss
Dove then walks over and puts her hand on Shego's knee while standing beside her legs and
looking down at her casually.
"Is something the matter?" Miss Dove asks.
"You mean besides the fact I'm completely exposed, you had your digits buried in some very
intimate places, and now you've got your hand on my knee and you're gently squeezing it..." She
says, looking at the offending hand.
"What? Oh! I'm sorry..." Miss Dove says, blushing as she turns away. Shego takes her feet from
the stirrups and then sits up, watching the woman who is facing the door, the back of her neck a
bright red as her eyes are turned down to the floor. "I'm so sorry, Shego... I shouldn't have done
that... I'm sorry... I'm... I'm... I'm sorry... I should go..." She reaches for the door and pulls it
part way open, but is startled as it jars free of her grip and slams shut. She looks at the door at
eye level and sees Shego's hand planted on the barrier. Moments later, she feels Shego's hot
breath on her neck.
"You're not going anywhere until I get what I want..." Shego breathes and Miss Dove's breathe
catches in her throat, fear taking precedence over everything else. "Until I let you go... you're
mine, bitch."
They stand like this for a long moment until Shego reaches out and slowly turns Miss Dove who
reflexively backs away from the young woman, pressing herself against the doorway. "Sh-
Shego..." Miss Dove stammers.
"Shut it, Rose." Shego commands and Rose Dove complies. Shego then smiles evilly and
caresses the woman's cheek with the back of her left hand, making her turn away and avert her
eyes in shame. "Ah-ah... Look at me..." She says, and Rose slowly turns back to her. "That's
good... I want to look into your eyes and to see your soul while I work my magic..."
Miss Dove's breath comes in short, sharp gasps which make her breasts heave against her dress.
Shego smiles as she gently cups Miss Dove's cheek, then leans in and gives a soft kiss which
surprises her with the tenderness held within. She sighs softly and relaxes, then Shego breaks the
kiss and steps back, surprising Miss Dove even more.
"What..." Miss Dove starts, but then falters.
"Go over there and sit down." Shego says, pointing to the table where she had been sitting not
two minutes earlier. Miss Dove obediently walks over and sits on it while Shego pulls over a
stool and puts it by the end of the table. She then sits down on it and looks at Miss Dove for a
long moment before sighing heavily. "Rose, I want you to tell me, word for word, exactly why I
had to stop you from running out of here."
"I shouldn't have done that... it was inappropriate..." She says.
"What was... a pelvic exam?" Shego asks. "You're a licensed OB/GYN."
"It wasn't necessary... it was inappropriate..." She stutters.
"Whatever you think of it, I don't care. You did me a service with that exam, and got something
out of it as well. Good for you. I don't care if you've got a thing for girls my age because
honestly we're hot-to-trot and for someone as good looking as you to notice is high praise. And
yeah, you didn't pay mind to what your hand was doing. We all have those times. You're not the
first to find this body attractive, and you won't be the last." Shego says.
"But I should have kept myself under control..."
"Say what you will. What's done is done. I won't tell anyone. Will you?"
"What?" Miss Dove asks, shocked.
"What happened in here was between us and nobody else." Shego says.
"Oh... thank you, Shego, but I don't know if I should continue..."
"If you don't think you can keep from molesting someone, give it up. If you think you can resist,
then go on. If you need someone to talk to, then go to David." Shego says. "That's all I've got to
say on the matter." She stands and turns her back to Miss Dove who's still sitting on the table.
"And Rose... you're not the only one who was turned on..." Shego then strips out of the robe and
dresses while Miss Dove stares at her, shock and surprise on her face. Shego then walks to the
door and puts her hand on it. "Drop me a line when you get the results of my blood work, will
you?"
She opens the door and walks through before pulling it closed as she does, leaving the stunned
physician in her wake. She then heads down the hall, thinking to herself where she will go next.
"Let me see your papers." A voice says.
"Oh, what the hell..." Shego says; looking over at the young woman wearing a similar outfit to
the one Lukas Müller had been wearing. "What is it with you people asking for my papers? I
already had to put down Müller and now I've got you. Do you know what? I'm on official SSG
business by approval of Ben Lee."
"We'll see." She says, taking out a radio and pressing the transmit button. "Commander Lee, this
is Firefly."
"Go ahead, Firefly." Ben says.
"I have a young woman who says she is on official SSG business by your authorization." She
says.
"Does she have red hair and green eyes and is she wearing a black tunic and slacks?" Ben asks.
"Yes."
"She is Kim Possible, and is on SSG business. Allow her to pass."
"Understood," She says, and tucks the radio away. "You may go."
"Uh huh..." Shego says dryly before walking off once more. After a minute, she passes the
cafeteria and her stomach growls. She stops and looks at the room for a long moment before
sighing heavily and walking inside. She walks over to the cold case and looks over the items
carefully.
"Kim, what are you doing out of class?" The lunch lady asks.
"I was excused by the principal." Shego says. She grabs a sandwich and a bottle of water before
walking over to the register where she puts it down. "I'll just take this."
"Not going to get the hot lunch?" The lunch lady asks.
"Not really feeling up to it today." Shego says. "What's the damage?"
"Four dollars..." The lunch lady says, and Shego produces the money before walking over to a
table and sitting down quietly. She consumes the food without a sound while at the same time
mulling over just how strange the day's events have been. Then she wonders how Kim is holding
up in her body.
End of Chapter 4