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.
Kim and Shego have been living as one another, with Shego running into some unexpected troubles but these are
nothing compared to what is coming next...
Chapter 5: A not so unexpected visit...
8AM in Drakken's Lair...
Kim slowly opens her eyes and stretches lazily, smiling as she feels the satin sheets sliding against her skin.
"Mmm.... ooh... this is nice..."
She leisurely climbs out of bed and walks into the bathroom where she turns on the shower. While waiting for the
water to heat up, she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles as she strokes her hands up and down her sides.
"I could get used to this body..." She says, feeling herself becoming more and more turned on by the sight presented
to her.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER...
"Wow... this body is switched on..." She says, and then her mouth turns up into a smile. She steps into the shower
and starts fiddling with the controls. Moments later, she lets out a long low moan as the water strikes her and sends
thrills through her body.
NINETY MINUTES LATER...
Kim finally walks out of the bathroom, feeling incredibly satisfied and relaxed, and opens Shego's wardrobe. She
takes out one body suit and slips it on, enjoying how the snug fitting clothing holds to her every curve like a lover
holding her close. She zips up and then slips on her boots before walking out of her room like a cat on the prowl.
"Miss Shego?" A voice says, and Kim glances over at the henchman who suddenly feels very nervous under her
intense scrutiny.
"Yes?" She says coolly.
"Doctor Drakken wants to talk to you." He says.
"And I said I didn't want to be disturbed." She says.
"I've been standing outside your door for three hours." He says. "I've been waiting for you to come out so that I
could tell you... he told me that you didn't want to be disturbed and I didn't want to end up eviscerated."
"You're a smart man. Lead the way." She says coolly and he nods before turning and walking off. Five minutes
later, she finds her way into a large laboratory where Doctor Drakken is working on a machine of some sort which
Kim idly notes is a doom ray of some sort. She walks over to him with the silence of a cat while the henchman stops
at the door. As she approaches him, she hears soft grumbling and smiles. She walks over to his side and leans down.
"Boo."
"YAH!" He jumps and screams and she hears an electrical crackle from within the machine. "SHEGO! DON'T DO
THAT!"
"Why, Doctor Dee? It's so fun." She says teasingly.
"Not for me, it isn't. Now I'm going to have to replace that power coupling that you made me ruin."
"I didn't make you ruin it. I just made you jump. You're the one who ruined it by jumping." She says. "Besides, it's
inevitable that it was going to be fried."
"And why is that?" He asks.
"You were using the wrong coupler." She says. "Doi, even I could see that."
"And just what do you know about particle disruptors?" He asks.
"I know if you use that particular coupler, it will cause a feedback loop that will make the system go critical the first
time you fire it up." She says. "After all, that's what happened to you the last time you tried this particular stunt. So
what do you want?"
"I was going to ask you if you were doing anything today..." He says. "I was going to fire this up, but it seems like
I'll be busy so you can do whatever you want."
"Fine by me," She says. "I'm gonna go bake for a few hours. See ya."
She turns and walks off without another word. He watches her go, and then huffs softly. She walks through the lair
and into her room where she changes out of the body suit, and puts on a two piece bikini which leaves little to the
imagination. She then pulls on a robe and walks out, looking over at a henchman who is walking past.
"You, where's the nearest veranda or patio where I can sunbathe?" She asks.
"Go down that hall, turn left at the intersection, take the lift to four, then go right and you're there." He says. "And
there is a chair there already."
"Excellent. Bring me a strawberry margarita." She says. "I'll be waiting."
He nods, and she walks off, following his directions to the letter. Not more than three minutes later, she arrives and
walks out onto a veranda which has a lounge chair set up on it. She smiles and strips off the robe before sitting down
then reclining, closing her eyes and putting on a pair of sunglasses which were sitting on a table nearby.
"This is the life..." She says, smiling. Five minutes later, she hears the door to the veranda open and soft footsteps
which then come up short. She turns her head and sees the henchman from before holding the drink and whose
cheeks are tinged a light red as he's turned away from her. "Is something the matter?" She asks.
"Well... I've never seen you in an outfit like that before... and it's... well... I feel kinda embarrassed..."
She smiles. "That's cute... thanks."
He blushes hotter and puts down the drink on the table. "Anything else?"
"Not right now, no. Thank you. Oh, actually yes. Can you send up Levi Katz and James McCormick?"
"Right away," He says.
"Thank you." She says, and turns away from him once more. He turns away and quickly walks back into the lair, his
cheeks still aflame. Fifteen minutes later, the door to the veranda opens and she hears two sets of footsteps walk out
onto the balcony. She turns her head, and sees the two men standing there, looking down at her with neutral
expressions. She smiles internally, then stretches her arms over her head while turning over a little, making her
already bountiful bosom seem even that much larger while studying their completely non-responsive faces. Once
she relaxes, she looks over at them and speaks. "Are you synth-drones?"
"No." James says.
"It just takes a lot to faze us." Levi says.
"Besides, we knew you were testing us for a reaction." James continues.
"So we figured we'd spoil your fun." Levi says, grinning.
"You two are just the sort that I'm looking for." She says, grinning at them.
She smiles inwardly that, while the stretch had no affect on them, the smile has made both of the men look more
than a bit uncomfortable and catalogues this away for later.
"First things first: I need a phone, one that Drakken can't eaves drop on." She says. "Then I'm gonna need a few
more favors of you two. But I promise you: it will be worth your while."
"Uh..." James says.
"Is something the matter, James?" She asks.
"Well... it's just that I know that I for one don't feel comfortable going behind Doctor Drakken's back..." He says,
and trails off as she gazes at him levelly.
"I can get you immunity from prosecution and a ticket to anywhere of your choosing." She says. "You'll get no
better offer than that."
"Do you want a camera phone?" Levi asks. "Flip phone? iPhone? You name it and I'll get it for you."
"Get me one of those LG Vu phones."
"Done," Levi says. "Do you want anything else while I'm shopping for some electronics? I've got a brother who can
get you a great deal."
"I'd love a new MP3 player if you could get it... and some of your Eema's Matzah ball soup and maybe some blintzes
if at all possible." She says.
"My Eema makes the best Matzah ball soup, and I'm sure she'd love to share it with you... but I must ask... what
gave me away?" Levi asks.
"You mean besides your name and the electronics store offer? I dated a nice Hebrew boy for a while." Kim says.
"But it wasn't meant to be. He and I went our own ways."
"Ah. Well, I'm sure that I'll be able to get some good Matzah ball soup and blintzes for you... and maybe if you're
lucky I'll be able to get something special from my auntie..." He grins and she chuckles at his impishness.
"You're a good boy." She says in a stereotypical Jewish mothering tone and he groans, rolling his eyes.
"If I didn't know before..." He says and she chuckles.
"I think that's all I need you two for... for the moment at least... but I will be talking to you again in the future." She
says, and they nod before walking off.
TWO HOURS LATER...
Kim opens her eyes and lazily stretches before once more turning over and lying on her stomach, reveling in the
feeling of the sun beating into her back. The door to the patio opens, and two feet walk over to where she is lying.
"Yes?" She says, not opening her eyes.
"Shego... something has been worrying me..." Doctor Drakken says and she sighs, opening her eyes and looking
over at him.
"Yeah, Doctor D?" She asks idly.
"Some of the men have mentioned that you are acting a bit odd." He says. "And I've noticed the same..."
"Ok..." She says, unconcerned.
"I wanted you to talk to someone because I think that the ray I hit you with did something to you..." He says.
"If you're thinking you're gonna send me to a shrink, you've got another thing coming." She says dryly.
"Shego... it's for your own good..." He says and she holds up one glowing hand threateningly.
"Why don't you just walk away?" She says.
"But Shego..." He simpers.
"NO!" She shouts, her plasma glowing brightly, then much to their surprise it winks out as she loses all will to be
forceful. "No, Drew, I'm not going to go to a psychiatrist."
"Shego, I really think that it's important you talk to someone about your mood swings because honestly things are
becoming a bit dangerous with your erratic behavior."
"Dangerous? Erratic? Doc, I've been cool as a cucumber and calm as a glassy-surface pond. If I were any calmer,
I'd be dead. Honestly, I think you must be smoking something to be using that crazy talk."
He stares at her for a long moment.
"Let me give you a bit of advice: leave me the hell alone for a while or else I'll make your life more miserable than
you can possibly imagine. Do you get me or am I going to have to make my point the hard way?" She asks.
"Uh... I understand..." He simpers.
"Good. Now I've got some business I've got to handle, so I'm gonna be busy for the rest of the day. And if I catch
wind of you spying on me, you'll be in for a world of hurt." She says, then stands and dons her robe before walking
inside, leaving him standing there. He sighs heavily and shakes his head, then walks inside as well.
INSIDE...
Kim stalks through the halls, her irritation at Drakken bleeding out in her motions as she walks along and everyone
reflexively ducks against the walls as she walks past. As she reaches her room, she quickly keys in and opens the
door before shutting it with a resounding slam. She then strips off her robe and walks into the bathroom, doffing her
bikini as well. She turns on the shower and steps in, rinsing off. After a quick ten minute shower, she steps out and
towels off before walking back into the main room. She picks out an outfit and pulls it on, the feeling of the suit
snugly holding to her curves helping to sooth her as she dresses, and by the time she is ready to leave, she has
relaxed considerably.
"Shego!" Drakken calls and she holds up a glowing hand, aiming at his chest.
"What is it, Drew?" Kim asks.
"I wanted to say... I'm sorry..." He says. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"I'll be back later." She says without venom, much to his relief, and walks off.
Five minutes later, one hovercraft darts out of the hangar and flies into the distance, keeping well under the level of
any tracking radars which may be sweeping the skies.
IN MIDDLETON...
Shego sighs heavily as she picks at her lunch, not feeling very hungry at the moment. Monique walks over to her
table and sits down across from her, her tray holding some mysterious looking grey food.
"Hey, girl, wanna talk about it?" Monique asks and Shego looks up at her.
"You sound like you're talking to her." Shego says softly.
"That's because I feel like I am." Monique responds. "So you wanna talk?"
"Not really... No..." Shego says, looking at her food once more.
"Fine by me," Monique says. "Just remember, I'm here and willing to listen."
"Thanks, Mo." Shego says.
"You know... you sound just like her..." Monique says. "When you said that... I could almost forget that you aren't
her... but there's something about you at the same time that screams you are not her."
"Oh?" Shego says, her voice prompting the chocolate skinned young woman.
"It's your eyes..."
"Why's that? Is it because they're a villain's eyes? They're hard eyes?"
"They're sad." Monique says.
"What?" Shego asks, confused.
"Your eyes... they're sad... like you're carrying a great burden of sorrow upon your shoulders..." Monique says.
"And it's an old burden too... one you've borne for years... something from your past that still haunts you..."
"Shut your damned mouth." Shego says coldly.
"What?"
"My past... my past is my own... I don't need you reading into it."
"I wasn't..." Monique starts but falters.
"I said shut your damned mouth, Monique. I know your kind. You were reading me, reading my eyes, and telling
my past. I don't want you delving into it because it's none of your business. Do you understand?" Shego asks and
Monique nods. "So who did you learn that from?"
"What?" Monique asks.
"You know how to tell fortunes."
"You mean like a medium?" Monique asks.
"No... It's something deeper, a soothsayer."
"My grandmother was the daughter of a Romani fortune teller and an African tribal shaman." Monique says. "At
least... that's what mom told me. But I'm not sure of that."
"You're able to see a lot more than most, so I'd say there's a good chance that she's right." Shego says. "Now a bit
of advice, stay out of my history or you'll be the one who's history."
Monique gulps as she hears the deadly serious tone in Shego's voice.
"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone." Shego says.
"Yeah... I'll see ya later..." Monique says and walks off quickly, leaving Shego to her thoughts as she sits silently,
contemplating all the things that she has gone through in the past few days.
"Fuck." She says softly.
"Well, that's not something I'd expect to hear from you, Kim." A young woman says.
Shego looks over at the blonde-haired, blue eyed young woman standing there for a long moment before recognition
clicks and she realizes who the young woman is.
"Tara... what are you doing here?" Shego asks.
"Well, Coach Wallisford wanted me to come by to try out as her assistant, and I decided to come in a little early to
see some of the old faces before practice. So what's happened to you? I remember just a few years ago you were a
perfect princess, and now you're using blue language like that? It must have been something quite impressive to
cause that sort of shift."
"You've no idea." Shego says dryly.
"Try me." Tara says.
"No." Shego says levelly.
"No?" Tara asks.
"No." Shego says again.
"All right..." Tara says.
"What?" Shego asks.
"If you don't want to open up to me, then I'm not going to force you."
"I... thank you." Shego says.
"People have been hounding you for information?"
"Here and there," Shego says. "I even got kicked out of Barkin's class."
"Oh, that's hard to do." Tara says dryly, and then giggles as she sits down. "What did you do that got his dander up
enough to kick you out? It must have been juicy."
"Well, it's like this..." Shego says, and then recounts the entire story, including a rather explicit excerpt oration of
the novella she had written. As she finishes, Tara is staring at her with a slack jawed expression.
"Woah..." Tara finally says.
"Yeah, it's been an exciting day."
"Can I get a copy of that story when it's done?" Tara asks.
"You're kidding... Right?" Shego asks, surprised.
"No, I'm not. I really want a copy. It sounds right up my alley." Tara says.
"You've got to be joking..." Shego says.
"Kimmie, I don't tell many people this but I'm a bit of a freak. And if there's one thing I really get off on, it's freaky
stories because I'm a reader and a very visual person... if I read it, it's more real than if I see it. I've always been
like this, and probably always will be. It's how I am. And to find a writer I know who's turned out what promises to be
an absolutely deviant piece of erotic fiction is simply divine." She says, much to Shego's astonishment.
"Well... it's not quite done... do you want me to type it up and email it to you? Or do you want me to photocopy the
original manuscript when I'm done writing it?" Shego asks.
"Ooh... I do love hand-written pages... it adds an extra dimension to the writing..." Tara says. "When do you think
you'll have it done?"
"Well, I'm free until after practice so I should be able to do some more writing since I've got some ideas I'm
looking to flesh out to finish up the story." Shego says. "So I'll give you a copy after practice?"
"Oh, yes please." Tara says, grinning.
"Thanks, Tara... I guess you're the panacea I needed." Shego says.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I was kinda down in the dumps then you came around and I'm more on an even keel." Shego says. "Thanks."
"Glad I can help."
"Now I think I'm gonna get working on that manuscript." Shego says.
"Then I'll see you at practice." Tara says, standing. "See ya, Kim."
"See ya then, Tara." Shego says. Tara stands and walks out of the cafeteria and Shego takes out the papers and a
pen.
TWO HOURS LATER...
Shego puts down the pen and sighs.
"Done... finally..." She says, looking at the story which had tripled in length in that one-hundred-twenty minute
period. "I wonder what time it is..."
She hears a bell ring, and then a few minutes later, the cafeteria is filled with students, and she sits there quietly as
she sees Monique walk into the dining room. The chocolate skinned young woman scans the area, her eyes
eventually coming to rest on Shego who is sitting by her lonesome, a mentally and physically exhausted expression
on her face. She walks over to the table and looks down at Shego who looks up at her. They hold this pose for a long
moment before Shego speaks.
"Sit down, Mo; otherwise you'll get a sore neck from standing like that." Shego says. Monique sits down and gazes
at Shego silently. "Is there something you want to say or are you just going to stand there?"
"How?" Monique asks.
"There are so many questions within that one word. You have to be more specific." Shego says. "What do you want
to know?"
"How did you and Kim switch bodies?"
"Oh, Doctor Dee hit us with some ray he stole from Jack Hench." Shego says. "All the while having no clue what it
did or what residual side effects it could have on us."
"That sounds like him... so do you know if it will wear off?"
"Not a clue, so I'm trying to live Kimmie's life the best I can while retaining bits and pieces of my own life, and I'm
sure that Kimmie's doing much the same."
"But how can you be so sure?" Monique asks.
"How well do you now Kimmie?"
"Well, she and I have gone to school for four years now..."
"Do you ever do anything together outside school?" Shego asks.
"Sometimes we do."
"She and I have been battling for the past five years. We've butted heads in numerous situations and dozens of
countries, and have learned to think like one another out of necessity in an effort to keep one step ahead of each
other. In all honesty, I often feel closer to Kimmie than I do my own brothers. That is the sort of bond I feel with
her, and I know that I am also close to her, though she keeps her brothers close as well." Shego says. "That's how I
know, because I know how she thinks. And that's why I know she's going to show up today."
"Wait... that means..."
"That 'Shego' will show up at Middleton High and face her archrival, 'Kim Possible' on her home turf, yeah."
Shego says. "And I'm sure that she won't hold back on me."
"When..?" Monique asks.
"That I don't know, but it will be sometime today. I can feel it in my bones."
"Oh." Monique says.
"So I've got to ask... If Kim doesn't come back to this body, will you befriend the woman in Shego's body?" Shego
asks. "Or will you stay friends with the woman who has Shego's soul and Kim's body?"
"I don't know if I could be friends with either of you..." Monique says. "I'm sorry."
"Bullshit." Shego says sharply, making the ebony-haired young woman jump and causing more than a few people to
turn and take notice of the twosome. "That's absolute bullshit. Don't say that when you don't mean it. You're not
sorry. That's just a statement of placation and nothing more."
"Shego..."
"No!" Shego barks. "Kim!"
"Kim... I really am sorry..." Monique says.
"Walk away, Mo. Just walk away."
"But Kim..." Monique starts.
Shego takes her things and tucks them into her bag before standing.
"Don't follow me or I promise you'll regret it." Shego says, and walks out of the cafeteria, leaving Monique in her
wake. She walks through the corridors, and then stops as she passes one class room. She steps back and glances
inside before knocking on the door. The teacher, a young woman with jet black hair held in a bun, looks over and
then motions to Kim to enter. She walks into the room and closes the door after herself.
"Well, Kimberly, what seems to be the occasion? That is, aside from the fact that you skipped class, of course." She
asks, craning her eyebrow as she scans Shego with her slate grey eyes.
"Well, that's just it. I missed class, and I wanted to turn in my paper and explain why I wasn't able to come to
class." Shego says. "It's just... today's been a very strange day and the principal thought it best if I didn't show up to
any more classes after I got kicked out of English class."
"Ok..." The teacher says.
"I've been having some... issues... and so I was ordered to stay out of class for the remainder of the day and to talk
to the psychologist and the school physician about my problems." Shego says.
"The nurse and the psychologist, you say?"
"Yes." Shego says.
"Then it seems your problems are indeed important and are good reason for you to be excused from class." She says.
"You said you wanted to turn in your paper. Do you have it with you?"
"Yeah, I do." She says, and fishes the paper out of her bag before handing it to the teacher who glances at it and then
back at Shego.
"As for today, we had no assignments since it was just a lecture day. We covered chapter seventeen on cellular
replication." She says. "Tomorrow we will be covering chapter eighteen on cellular mutation if you want to get
ahead of the curve. Also we will be doing a lab on Friday. It's in your lab workbook on page seventy-six, and this
lab can be done by yourself if your issues necessitate it. Other than that, I don't think that there's anything that I
need to tell you."
"Thank you, Miss Harris." Shego says.
"You're welcome, Kimberly. I hope that you feel better soon."
"As do I..." Shego says. "Thank you again."
She stands and walks out of the classroom before looking left and right, sighing heavily before making her way
through the school and to the library. As she enters, she glances around and to her relief she finds that she is the only
student there. She walks to the foreign literature section and smiles as she browses the books, seeing a myriad of
titles from La Morphosa, Mein Kampf, to Les Miserables and War and Peace, and even some titles she does not
recognize. As she peruses the aisles, she sees one Chinese title in particular which catches her attention: Sun Tzu,
The Art of War. She reaches out and takes hold of the book, stopping as she hears someone to her right. She glances
over and sees the librarian gazing at her.
"Can I help you?" Shego asks softly.
"Do you know what book you hold there?"
"Sun Tzu, the Art of War."
"You can read Chinese?"
"I can read and speak some dialects." She says. "Why do you ask?"
"I didn't know you could read it."
"There are quite a few things you don't know about me. What do you want?"
"Nothing," She says, turns, and walks off.
Shego rolls her eyes, then takes the book and walks over to a couch before sitting down and opening it, looking at
the complex symbols and studying the millennia-old military wisdom.
HOURS LATER...
Shego sighs as she closes the book, having finished reading, and stands, stretching out her muscles and ligaments
which have tightened from the prolonged inactivity.
"And now to practice..." She says as she walks over to the foreign literature section and replaces The Art of War on
the shelf where it had been before leaving the library and walking to the gymnasium. As she walks into the locker
room, she sees some of the girls who are already in the process of changing into their cheerleading uniforms, and
can't help but admire the female flesh on display as she walks to her locker. She then strips down and glances over
as she hears the door open and watches Tara walk in.
"All right girls, practice starts in five minutes." Coach Wallisford says.
"Well hello there, Tara." Shego says as she strips off her pants.
Tara glances at her and gulps as she bends over, picking up her clothes.
"Hi... Kim..." She says slowly.
Shego grins and chuckles softly as she strips off her bra and tosses it into her locker. She then pulls on a pair of
spandex shorts and a skirt before pulling on her shirt, leaving Tara more than a bit embarrassed by the show. As she
finishes, she walks past Tara with a grin on her face.
"Like the show?" She asks softly and is rewarded with a deep blush. "I've got the story done... and it's hot..."
Tara nods and follows Shego out of the locker room and onto the gym floor where the girls are already stretching.
Shego goes through the same moves as the others, having had studied Kim long enough to learn her warm-up
routine as well as most of her cheers.
"Let's try that new cheer we were working on last week..." The coach says and Shego immediately gets into
position, thanking her lucky stars she had studied the cheer for if she ever needed to attack Kim while she was
performing it.
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER...
"All right, girls, that's a good job today. Hit the showers." The coach says.
"Coach Wallisford, can I talk to you after I hit the showers?" Shego asks.
"Sure, Kim," She says. "I'll be out here whenever you're ready."
"Thanks." Shego says, and walks into the showers. As she enters, she sees Tara is standing off to the side, her eyes
scanning across the locker room silently. Shego walks over next to her and chuckles softly, startling the older girl.
"Do you have a quarter?"
"What?" Tara asks.
"Do you have a quarter?" Shego asks again.
"Yeah... Why?"
"Check that out..." She says, pointing over to the left. Tara looks over and sees Bonnie Rockwaller bent over with
her derrière aimed squarely at them. "Five bucks says I can bounce a quarter off her ass."
"Kim... Don't..." Tara says.
Kim reaches into Tara's pocket and withdraws a quarter from it before chuckling darkly.
"Kim..." She says softly, her tone warning.
"Watch this." Shego says, holding the quarter between her thumb and middle finger. She glances over at Bonnie,
then takes quick aim and with a sharp snap of her fingers, she launches the sliver of metal with unerring accuracy
and within moments of the staccato snap which launched the coin, they hear a sharp yelp of protest. Bonnie spins
and glares at Tara who looks suitably horrified before glancing at Shego who's grinning evilly at her.
"You did that?" Bonnie asks, incredulous.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. It was just such a nice, round, juicy target." Shego says, grinning. "By the way, the
quarter bounced five feet after it hit your ass."
"You bounced a QUARTER off my ASS?!" Bonnie demands, drawing everyone else's attention.
"Yeah, I did. And I got good range from the rebound. You should be proud that your ass is firm enough to bounce a
quarter off." Shego says. "Next time, don't aim your derrière at other people and you won't have to worry about
having quarters bounced off it."
Bonnie glares at Shego who strips and tosses a towel over her shoulder before walking to the showers where several
other girls are already washing off the sweat from their practice session. A few minutes after she steps into the
shower, Shego smiles as she hears footsteps behind herself and the conversation in the shower dies down.
"Are you sure you want to do that, Bonnie?" Shego asks. "I've got great aim with a towel and absolutely no remorse
when it comes to retribution."
She looks over her left shoulder and sees Bonnie standing there with a twisted towel in hand.
"Do you feel lucky?" Shego asks.
Bonnie tenses and then lashes out with the towel, striking Shego on the left cheek. She stands there as it cracks
sharply, leaving an angry red mark.
"You must feel lucky." Shego says as she rinses off the last of the soap she had on herself, then reaches over and
takes her towel. "You'd better start running if you know what's good for you."
Bonnie breaks into a dead sprint, but is not nearly quickly enough and yelps again as Shego strikes her ass, this time
with a wet towel. Shego chuckles softly as she dries herself off while walking through the locker room, still naked as
the day she was born. Once dry, she dresses and packs her clothes into her bag before walking past Bonnie who is
sullenly dressing while glaring at her.
"I gave you fair warning." Shego says. "Maybe next time you'll listen."
"What did you do?" Kim, who's in Shego's body, asks.
"What the... is that Shego?" Bonnie asks, pointing at Kim who's standing there, glaring at Shego who's in her body.
"Kim! Do something!"
Shego grins devilishly.
"Oh, yes..." Shego says. "I'm gonna do something..."
She launches herself at Kim, tackling her to the ground and pinning her hands over her head. The girls who were in
the locker room watch in horrified fascination as Shego looks down at Kim with a grin.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time..." Shego says, then leans down and kisses Kim softly on the lips while the
others stare, slack-jawed. Moments later, the door opens and in walks Coach Wallisford.
"What is going on here?" Coach Wallisford asks, seeing Shego in Kim's body pinning Kim who's in Shego's body
and kissing her passionately on the lips. Shego breaks the kiss and sits up, still straddling Kim.
"Something I've wanted to do for a long time." Shego says.
"You already did that once!" Kim says. "Now get off me!"
"Or you'll do what? You're gonna hit me with your plasma?" Shego asks. "You wouldn't want to hurt my pretty
little face, would you?" She grins evilly while Kim growls angrily.
"Get off me or I'll hit you where it hurts... in your wardrobe." Kim warns.
"Hey! Lay off the clothes!" Shego says.
"Then get your ass off me!"
"It's not my ass that's on you..." Shego says lewdly.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! GET OFF!" Kim demands.
"Gimme some time and I will," Shego says, still grinning at Kim who growls deep in her throat. She then stands and
extends her hand to Kim who takes it and stands. "By the way might I suggest you not show up at school until we
get our issues resolved?"
"I was coming here to talk to you since I knew you wouldn't miss practice." Kim says.
"So why didn't you come to the house instead?" Shego asks.
"I also wanted to talk to David so I figured I'd catch you here." Kim says.
"Perhaps in the future you'll learn to use your innate stealth a bit better than you are now..." Shego says. "Because
right now, you've just created one hell of a hairball I'm gonna have to solve. Now I'd suggest you get out of here
before more people show up and anything else happens... do you understand me?"
Kim nods and runs out of the locker room without another word. Shego rolls her eyes and then turns to Coach
Wallisford.
"Yeah, that's one part of what I wanted to talk to you about. By the way, Bon-bon, if you try to use this against me,
I'll roast your ass." Shego says. "And don't doubt my words. That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about,
Coach."
"Bonnie, you will keep quiet about this, as will the rest of you or you will be off the squad. Kimberly, come with
me, now." She says and walks out of the locker room with Shego in tow. She walks through the school and into the
library, leading Shego to one of the quiet study rooms in the back of the library and closing the door after them.
"Now tell me, what the fuck is going on with you?!"
Shego's jaw drops as she hears this from the coach.
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing? You bounce a quarter of Bonnie's ass, then lash her with a towel after she
retaliated for the quarter, then you jump Shego and molest her on the floor, and finally threaten to roast Bonnie if
she tries to use it against you. What the hell are you thinking, Kimberly?"
"You've got it there, Coach. What would I be thinking... if I were Kimmie?" Shego says. "Thing is... I'm not
Kimmie. That body I had pinned to the ground; that was Kimmie. And I, I am Shego."
Coach Wallisford takes a step back from Shego.
"Coach, I need your help... I'm going fucking insane... I can't control this body... It's so fucking intense... So
untamed... So wild... It's like a jet engine on full throttle I can't control... I'm hyper-aggressive, perpetually horny,
and domineering in ways I haven't been in years all because of this damnable hormone load I'm dealing with! I need
your help to control this body or I will burn up and Kimmie's reputation will go with me." Shego says. "Please...
Joan... I need your help... Kimmie needs your help..."
Joan looks at the pleading woman for a long moment before sighing heavily.
"I've already put quite a bit on the line with what I have done, and from the looks of it, you're going to explode if
you don't get some help..."
"You have no idea..." Shego says dryly.
"So I'll do what I can. I take it you were advised to come to me?" She asks and Shego nods. "And who was the
advisor?"
"David." Shego says.
"David?" She asks, confused.
"Perkins." Shego adds.
"Ah." She says. "Were it anyone else, I would be on the proverbial warpath."
"He's helped you?" Shego asks.
"He's helped many of the teachers—myself included—through a myriad of different problems which we have all
faced and holds markers on quite a few of us... As such, we are obliged, from time to time, to assist him with various
tasks he tackles, and it seems that you are one of these things which he has opted to tackle."
"With vigor," Shego says dryly.
"That's how he takes to things quite often. So you say you need my help in controlling your body... I can think of
some meditation techniques that you can try if you're willing..."
"Anything!" Shego says, startling Joan.
"Wow... I'd say you're willing, then."
ELSEWHERE...
Kim slinks through the halls, the sting delivered to her pride still fresh in her mind as she moves. She growls and
then leaps up, attaching herself to the ceiling as two of her classmates walk beneath her.
"I still can't believe she did that to Barkin!" One girl says.
"I know... but you've got to admit that she got the upper hand in the whole thing." The other girl says.
"But it was like she was seducing him almost!" The first girl says.
"Ewww... Kim would never do that... I'm sure she was just putting him in his place..." The second says as they walk
out of earshot.
"Shego..." Kim growls as she drops down and lands easily in a crouch.
"Hello, Miss Possible." A voice says and she spins, her hands held up in a defensive posture as she stares at the
massive man standing there.
"Principal Starr!" She exclaims as she recognizes the man.
"I was wondering if you would make an appearance to check up on your doppelganger." He says. "She has already
caused quite a stir around here even in the day she has attended."
"What did she do?"
"She composed a pornographic story for a creative writing assignment in Mister Barkin's class, and then challenged
his authority in a rather sexual manner before the entire class." He says and she sighs heavily.
"Shit." Kim says, deadpan.
"And she's demonstrated a similar proclivity for profanity." He says.
"Sorry." She says.
"It's all right, Miss Possible. Now I would suggest you make your way to David's smoking office. I'll contact him
and have him meet you there." Principal Starr says.
"Thank you, Principal Starr." Kim says, and then darts into a nearby stairwell.
ON THE ROOF, FIVE MINUTES LATER...
David Perkins walks out to his smoking office for the second time that day, knowing that the person waiting for him
is Kim Possible, but still carrying a sense of trepidation as he walks into what would otherwise be called a trap. As
he enters his office, he looks around but does not see anyone in the room with him.
"Hello? Is anybody here?" He says.
"Hello, David." She says from where she is lying on the couch. His head whips around and he stares at her, shock
and fear the two emotions on display on his face.
"Kimberly, please. Don't do that." He says, composing himself.
"I was lying here and you just walked in and it seemed like you didn't see me so I decided to announce my
presence." She says. "I wasn't intending to shave a year off your life as it seems I may have done."
"Even knowing you would be here, you still were impossible for me to see." He says. "I'm not exactly sure what it
is about you, but it was as if my eyes slid across you and did not see you."
"I guess that's the natural stealth that Shego was talking about." Kim says. "So I take it that you've talked to her?"
"I have." David says.
"And what can you share with me?" Kim asks.
He stands there for a moment, then sighs and walks over to his chair, sitting down and reaching down behind the end
table that is situated to his right. Kim watches as a false front opens and he reaches inside before taking out a crystal
decanter from which he pours burgundy colored liquor into a glass before sighing heavily. He gazes at the liquid for
a long moment before taking a heady drink and then setting down his glass.
"She needs help." He says softly. "She is out of control. The body she is in is too much for her to handle as it is and
because of that it is running wild... She is running wild."
"So I've heard..." She says.
"I've advised her to talk to Joan Wallisford to find the best way to gain control over her body." He says.
"Is that all you can tell me?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, Kimberly." He says. "In all honesty, I've said too much already to you about her."
"I understand." She says.
"So how are you holding up?" He asks.
"I... I'm fine..." She says.
"Now tell me the truth, Kimberly. How are you doing?" He asks.
"I'm lazy, cruel, brutal, cold, impassive, and almost apathetic a lot of the time. It's like I'm somebody else..." She
says.
"Well, that is because you are. You're in her body, and you've got her mental setup to deal with. What more, you're
unconsciously filling in the role that she vacated and are picking up her traits." He says.
"Is this really how she feels?" Kim asks.
"Perhaps," He says. "Or perhaps this is how you see her acting."
"I guess..."
"Now, do you think that this is an accurate mimicking of her?" He asks.
"I don't know..." She says, shaking her head slowly. "I hope not... but I'm afraid it might be..."
"Perhaps you should begin digging past the surface into the nuances to discover what makes her 'tick' so to speak."
He says. "That way, you can learn if you are acting true to Shego or not."
"And what if I can't figure out how Shego ticks?" Kim asks.
"So how long have you known Shego... on a personal level, I mean." He asks.
"Five years." Kim says. "It's been five years."
"And in that time, have you ever really sat down with her and talked?"
"Uh... we're rivals..." Kim says.
"So? Have you ever tried to connect with her, though?"
"Well... When she was under the effect of the Attitudinator, it was great... I mean, she and I just sat and talked for
hours about everything... we had such fun... but then she went back to how she was and we never really reconnected
after that..." Kim says softly, and then turns away.
"Other than the obvious reasons of your social standings, do you think there was a reason that you never got back
together?" He asks.
"I don't know... It was almost like she hated me..." Kim says softly. "She avoided situations where we could get
caught together, taunted me more viciously than normal, and lashed out against me."
"Do you think that was perhaps because she still wanted something that you had shared before but could not pursue
it?" He asks.
"I don't know..." Kim says. "There's so much I don't know about her..."
"But now you are being forced to live as her, yes?"
"Yeah..." Kim says, nodding her head. "And it's showing me just how little I know about her..."
"And is that a good thing... or a bad thing?" He asks.
"I don't know..." Kim says.
"Perhaps it could be a bit of both."
"What do you mean?"
"Just that; it could be a mixed blessing in that you do not know Shego as well as you thought, and could find out
more about her but at the same time you are forced to improvise your actions." He says.
"Then what should I do?"
"I would suggest you two talk. Sit down and have a long heart-to-heart, learn everything you can so that you can live
her life the way she would, or at least the closest approximation you can while you are within her body." He says.
"I guess..." Kim says.
"Guess? Why do you guess?" He asks.
She looks at him, confused.
"I wouldn't think that it would be something you would have to guess about." He says. "After all, it is what you will
have to do if you want to really learn about her and how to be her."
"Yeah, you're right." Kim says, nodding her head.
"Now, I'm sure that you know where to find her, so I would suggest that you go talk to her and arrange a time and
place to meet for this little sit-down." He says.
"Ok. I'll do that. Thanks, David."
"You're welcome, Kimberly." He says, and then stands. She stands as well and walks past him, exiting the smoking
office and then leaping off the roof as if it were nothing to her. He takes a deep draw off his pipe and then lets out
the mouthful of smoke with a long sigh. "God speed, child." He says, his voice betraying weariness of a man twice
his age.
End of Chapter 5