Title: Cosmopolitan: Revelations (Multi-Part Sequel!)
Author: vashsunglasses
Rating: T
Fandom: TMNT
Disclaimer: TMNT belongs to Mirage.
Summary: One Shot. Drabblish. Being the only scientist in the family, Donatello finds it easy to hide certain facts that are best kept secret. Genderfic.
Note: It went from Donny in the original story to Donnie in this one, because "ie" is a feminine ending and I can see a female Donatello mentally editing it in her mind. I'm just writing to reflect that.
Revelations
Part 1
Master Splinter was visiting Japan for the next month, and April and Casey were out of town, leaving Michelangelo and Donatello alone with two very angry and very loud brothers who couldn't seem to stop fighting. The two youngest turtles had taken shelter in Donnie's room.
"Do you think they will stop to eat or sleep?" Michelangelo asked, "Or do you think they will just keep arguing and arguing and arguing until they fall over dead?"
"I'm female." Donnie watched in horror as Mike's jaw dropped. She hadn't meant to say that, it had just come out. Lips moving on their own. She'd always thought that sort of thing only happened in fiction.
Mikey sputtered helplessly for a moment, blinking rapidly and running his hands over Don's old bedspread in a nervous fashion. "Um, what?"
Donnie's hands slapped over her mouth. "Oh god!" she blurted through her fingers. "Oh god! Oh shit! Forget I said anything!" She spun around in her computer chair and tried to look busy, grabbing the first thing she found which happened to be a broken toaster.
Michelangelo stared at the knot of Donatello's bandanna, trying to puzzle together the strange situation he had suddenly found himself in. Twilight Zone much? "Say, Don?"
…No answer.
Mikey squinched his eyebrow ridges up in his best determined face, even though the turtle across the room was still looking in the other direction pretending to ignore him. "Is this a transgender thing, like on those talk shows?"
Donatello dropped the toaster and it bounced across the workbench and onto the floor, scattering vital innards as it went. "What?! No!" she screeched, then checked her volume fearing that the warring brothers outside had heard her, but their muffled argument continued unabated.
"Ok… What about transvestite, like, cross dressing?"
She snickered as she crawled under the table, picking up parts as she went, "I don't wear clothing Mikey, so how could I be a cross dresser?" She jerked her head up and bumped it on the underside of the table as she heard her brother's next inhalation and knew what was coming. "No! …owwie… I'm not gay! …damn that hurt…"
Michelangelo's breath left him in a rush and he frowned, "I'm confused," he said, mentally wincing at the loud crack the Genius' head had made against the table.
Donnie crawled out from under the table, setting the parts in a pile on the floor next to her, she rubbed the top of her head gingerly. I'm just going to have to come out and say it. She looked her brother in the eye as she spoke, "It seems that male and female mutant turtles look exactly the same on the outside, and that the differences only become apparent after puberty starts." She looked away in embarrassment. It still galled her that it had taken her so long to figure it out, "I always assumed that I was male like the rest of you, but recent events have made it pretty clear that I'm actually… well… female." She looked over at her brother and scowled when she saw the neutral expression on his face. "You don't believe me do you," she sighed.
Mikey blushed, "Well actually. I was kinda thinking that it makes sense, you know?"
Donnie leaned forward, "Makes sense? What do you mean?" she began to panic, "Was it really that obvious? Did you already know? Does everyone suspect me?" She rose up to her knees and leaned right into his face as if to search his bright blue eyes for the answers herself.
Michelangelo threw back his head and laughed.
Donatello snapped and tackled him, pinning him to her bed and shaking his shoulders to stop his laughter. His head bobbled around like a doll but he wouldn't stop. She growled in frustration, and dropped his head to bounce lightly off the bed. "Stop laughing you dufus and answer me!" she hissed, but that just made him laugh harder.
To Be Continued