A.N. It's been awhile! I've honestly had this chapter already written for months, but I've been lazy and have been second guessing myself. ^.^" And I know this is really long over due, but I just want to say thank you for all the reviews. I'm happy to see that people actually like this. I feel horrible for taking so long to post chapters. x\
Quick question: Would you guys like to see romance in this story with Kyle now being a girl and all, or would you like me to keep things they way it is; slight childhood innocence (other than the whole Sigmund being a flirt), and just Kyle freaking out about what he/she is going to do? I'm not really sure which path to take. I honestly thought of slight romance, but I'm not that sure. Please tell me what you think. I promise to update quicker. xP
So now that's out of the way, hope you enjoy the forth chapter of Tooth Spell. And beware of any OOCness.


Fanboy and Chum Chum jumped, grins on their faces. "Yay! Sleepover at Kyle's house!"

They shared a look. "We have to get ready!"

Kylie felt a gust of wind beside her and turned around. She saw the superheroes running in the direction of the brightly colored water tower they called the Fanlair.

"We'll see you tonight, Kylie!"

Her head tilted upwards. "May Merlin help me," she groaned.


Kylie nervously looked at herself in the mirror, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. She frowned at her reflection staring at her in the mirror. Once again, she adjusted the top of her padded tank top she was wearing underneath, that undoubtedly annoyed her to no end, but the "girl" had to endure it now that "Kyle" had new features.

"You can do this, Kyle," she muttered to her reflection. "Just one night. You can do this." She let out a deep breath, relaxing.

"Hi, Kylie!"

A scream flew out of her lips. "Ahh!" The girl launched up off the floor in surprise and clung to the chandelier. (What? It is a cartoon? xD) She looked down and glared at the colorful figures. "Oh, it's you two…"

Fanboy and Chum Chum looked up to see the girl's failing attempt of trying to successfully and safely get down.

The taller boy flushed when he saw a flash of white fabric he was positive wasn't part of the red nightgown. "Uhh… Do you need a little help there, Kylie?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she snapped. But it didn't take a genius to figure out she was trying to assure herself more than the two boys. "Almost down…"

Kylie soon found herself hanging from the swinging chandelier. She glanced down to see them looking up, pink staining their cheeks.

Why are they…? Her eyes widened once she remembered what she was wearing. "Stop staring!" she screeched.

The two immediately did as the girl said, eyes looking around the apartment everywhere but at Kylie, whistling for good measure.

Kylie struggled to hold on. Her hands were getting sweaty, struggling to hold on, and her arms were beginning to get sore. Obviously, her only way down was to let go. "This just isn't my night," she muttered. The girl closed her eyes and let go.

"Oof!" Kylie quickly noticed her landing wasn't as hard as she expected.

"Sigmund!"

You have to be kidding me.

Nervously, she opened an eye, looking down. "Dear Merlin," she groaned. Undoubtedly, it was the said German.

Sigmund cockily raised an eyebrow. "Quite forward, aren't you?"

Silently, the girl got up with as much dignity as she could muster. Her face flushed, she brushed off invisible dust. Stupid female hormones.

Sigmund watched the girl, amused at her attempts to be nonchalant about the ordeal. Smirking, he got up and readjusted his clothes.

"Hi, Sigmund!"

The sorcerer looked to see Fanboy and Chum Chum. "Oh, hello." He turned away from them and glanced at the girl. "You invited them?" She nodded. He mused over her action. "Interesting."

Kylie nervously rubbed her arm. Why couldn't females be easier to mimic?

Luckily for Kylie, the superheroes created a distraction.

"Pillow fight!" Fanboy yelled.

Kylie and Sigmund immediately found themselves in the middle of a battle zone. Fanboy and Chum Chum had situated themselves on opposite sides of the living room. The two had some how quickly created forts made of cushions that were placed on opposite sides of the apartment. Pillows zoomed by from one side to the other.

A pillow thwacked Kylie on the back of her head. Turning around, she saw Fanboy ducking behind his fort. The girl rubbed her head. "Ninnies."

Fanboy's head popped up from behind his barrier, dodging an oncoming pillow. "Come on, Kylie," he tried to coax the girl. His only response was a deadpan stare.

He halted his attacks. Cautiously, the boy made his way from behind his defense, a pillow in his hand. Fanboy walked to the red head and gave her the pillow. "It's fun."

She rose an eyebrow, doubting the carefree boy's words.

Fanboy held his arms out, forming a "t" with his body. "Come on. Free shot. Right now," he smiled. The superhero closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact.

Kyle stared at the red couch pillow in her hands. This is immature.

The little "voice" in her head chose to speak up. But you do get a chance of harming that annoyance.

Kyle being Kyle, or really Kyle being "Kylie," had to retort back. As if I would engage in this sort of childish activity.

Your loss. This is quite an opportunity though.

Fanboy opened an eye. "Kylie?"

The girl was pulled from her mind conversation. "Huh?" She then remembered the pillow in her hands. "Oh, yeah…" She awkwardly held on to the cushions, not sure whether or not to carry out the action. Kylie glanced to the other side of the room to see Chum Chum being chased by a small army of floating pillows, Sigmund laughing at the boy's predicament.

Sighing, she swung the pillow and let it collide with the super fan's side.

"Oof!" Fanboy clutched his side. Kylie rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't have hit him that hard.

"Good one," he complimented. The boy grinned. "Now it's time for revenge."

Kylie's eyes dilated. Oh, fizzlebottom. She bolted from that spot to run behind the couch.

Halfway there, a specific platinum blonde boy stepped in her way.

"Sigmund!"

"Yelling my name already?" He smirked.

Kylie glared. She looked over her shoulder. There was a smirk on Fanboy's face, running towards the girl, pillow raised.

She tried to move around the sorcerer. No luck. "Get out of my way," she growled.

A battle cry rang through the air. Fanboy.

In one swift movement, Kylie grabbed the distracted Sigmund's shoulders and shoved the sorcerer in front of her.

Bam! The pillow hit Sigmund.

Jaw dropped, eyes wide; Kylie let go of the boy and brought her hands up to her face, covering her mouth with a pillow to hide her giggles. Sigmund's shocked expression was priceless.

Kylie wasn't the only one who thought so. Fanboy smirked mischieviously, chuckling. Chuckles grew louder. Next thing the boy knew, he was on the floor, doubled over laughing.

Sigmund glared at Fanboy, annoyance brewing. Snapping his fingers, the army of pillows immediately halted their chase after Chum Chum and switched directions. The younger superhero turned around to watch the pillows go after his purple and green clad friend once he noticed they weren't after him anymore.

Kylie watched as the pillows began to attack the Fanboy.

Fanboy curled up into a ball, still giggling. "I give!" he yelled in between laughs. "I give!"

Sigmund watched the pillows attack the happy-go-lucky superhero for a moment before snapping his fingers. "Fine." The pillows dropped dead, unmoving.

Fanboy jumped up off the floor, a grin on his face. "That was fun!"