A/N: Okay, sorry again for taking so long, but chapter 4 is finally here. I had to cut it again, so there'll also be a part 3. I promise some hot and heavy moments after I wrap up this episode :). Also, I'd like to announce that beginning with this chapter, the beta for the story will be the lovely and talented Absentialuci, the Queen of the KP Chat Room.

PS. I'm very disappointed that no one recognized the quote in the previous chapter. It was from the South Park episode "Chef Aid", spoken by Mr. Twig, Mr. Hat's replacement.


Chapter 4: The Old Switcheroo, Part 2

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"Just close your eyes and let me do the work."

"That's what she said."

"Ron, can't you be serious for one little minute?"

"Sorry, KP."

"Now whatever you do, do not open your eyes. Your life depends on it."

Ron gulped, and squeezed his eyes tighter. Kim removed the remaining articles of clothing, bra and panties, from the now-feminine body of Ron. Kim turned him towards the shower and directed him in.

Downstairs, Mr. and Mrs. Possible were having their morning coffee. As hard as he tried to concentrate on reading his newspaper, Mr. Possible couldn't help but once again glance up towards the ceiling. "Are you sure it was such a good idea letting them handle the changing and showering themselves?" he asked when he noticed his wife had caught him.

"I'm sure they'll handle it just fine," Mrs. Possible assured her husband. "Besides, what else could we have done? It's not like they'd let us handle it."

"They might let you do it. You're a doctor."

"Something about a grown woman stripping down and showering a teenaged boy just doesn't sound right," she smiled.

"I'll tell you, that Ronald better not do anything inappropriate."

"Right. And if he does we'll chain him in the basement and make him watch Small Cottage On The Plain to teach him proper morals," Mrs. Possible said in an exaggeratedly serious tone. "Honey, he's a teenager. It's only natural for him to be curious. And as long as we've known him, he's been nothing but a gentleman towards our Kimmie."

"But-"

"And if he should slip up this time, I think Kim is more than capable of straightening him out."

"It's the 'straightening' I'm worried about," Mr. Possible mumbled, earning a look from his wife.

Back upstairs, Kim began hosing down Ron. As instructed, Ron stood eyes closed, his arms extended to the sides. Kim picked up a sponge, sudsed it up, and began washing her astray body.

Even though Kim knew it was her body, watching it from the outside like this, she didn't feel like she was watching herself. It was as if she was showering with a stranger. The harder she tried to fight it, the more she found herself looking at herself in a way that made her feel dirty. And not entirely in the good way.

Then she noticed something going on downstairs.

"Ron."

"Yeah, KP?"

"There's something weird happening.. umm.. below the equator."

"Don't worry, hamburgers don't really eat people in Rand McNally. I checked."

"No, I meant in my, well your, pants."

"Ohh... That."

"Is this normal?"

"I guess. Happens all the time."

"Is there a way to make it go away?"

"Just think unsexy thoughts."

Kim sighed in frustration - being a girl was so much easier. She closed her eyes and conjured up the most disturbingly unappealing images possible. From Mr. Barkin to Killigan, they all made an appearance in their underwear. Still, they all ended up morphing into Bonnie. The bootylicious brunette kept following her everywhere. The otherwise welcome sight wasn't helping her now, and it took a massive amount of concentration to finally rid her of the temptating visual, and her problem with it.

She let out a relieved exhale, and prepared for the next phase. "Okay, Ron, brace yourself: I'm going down south," she informed her friend.

The following few moments were awkward for both of them, though Ron kind of wished it would have taken a little longer - the stream of water felt surprisingly pleasant. All too soon, Kim turned off the water. "No wonder you take so long in the shower," Ron said as Kim started toweling him off. She continued without saying a word, blushing furiously.

After Kim had gotten underwear on Ron, it was her turn in the shower. She closed her eyes voluntarily. Ron had nothing she wanted to see.

The procedure was mostly fairly straightforward. As Ron got below the waist, he was suddenly very grateful of being circumcised, as a simple rinse was sufficient to clean his privates without needing to touch anything or pull anything back.

With the awkward part thankfully over, their morning routine was down to picking out the clothes and heading to school. The walk was abnormally silent, as both of them kept pondering how their friendship had suddenly moved to a strange new place.

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The mediterranean villa bathed in the light of the full moon. On the terrace, Bonnie rested in the arms of the handsome latino, resplended in her expensive, and therefore fabulous, evening gown. The man was equally dashing in silk.

"For you I would catch the moon and hang it outside your window," he spoke in a smooth, accented voice.

"Oh, Enrique," Bonnie swooned and kissed him. The kiss was long and passionate. "That was incredible," she said as they finally separated.

"You're telling me," came the awfully feminine reply. When Bonnie's vision refocused, she saw a familiar redhead staring back at her.

"Kim? What are you doing here? Where's Enrique?"

"Don't ask me, this is your dream. If I'm here, it's because you want me to be."

"Yeah, like I'd-" Bonnie's reply was cut off as Kim began kissing her neck. The brunette let out a sigh. The kisses went around her neck, ending up in the back as Kim had moved behind her. The dreamed up redhead grabbed the straps in Bonnie's dress and moved them over her shoulders.

"What are you-?"

"You always wanted to go further," Kim said in a playful tone, her warm breath caressing Bonnie's ear. Before she had a chance to come back, Kim let go of the straps, letting the dress drop on the floor. As Bonnie looked down, she realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She quickly tried to cover herself with her hands.

"Come now, let me see those bonbons," Kim teased, and brought her hands in front, sliding them under Bonnie's hand and arm until she had two handfuls of Bonnie.

"To tell you the truth, I'm actually your subconscious trying to tell you something," Kim said as she massaged the quivering brunette's breasts.

"What?" Bonnie breathed.

Kim's other hand began sliding down. "What I'm trying to make you realize, is that-"

"Wake up, uglyhead!" a duo of annoying voices yelled, giving Bonnie a rude awakening.

"With all that 'beauty sleep', you still ain't getting any prettier," Connie ridiculed from the door, Lonnie laughing beside her.

"Get out!" Bonnie screamed and threw her pillow at the door and her sisters. They dodged the fluffy projectile and filled the corridor with their laughter as they walked off.

Crap! It's morning... Bonnie repeated her morning mantra. It had been years since she had had a pleasant awakening. Today, the only thing that almost made her smile, was that she would get to see Kim. Lord help me, I'm actually looking forward to seeing that over-achieving goody-goody, she bemoaned. Then an even more disconcerting thought came up. And she's in that loser's body. Great! Just great!

With a deep sigh, she got up from the bed. Must have been a good dream, she thought as she noticed the damp state of her underwear. Too bad I can't remember any of it. Something about bonbons...

She gave up trying to remember the dream, and prepared mentally for the daily battle for the bathroom. This time she was fully prepared to deal some hurt if her sisters got in the way. She was pleasantly surprised, however, to see that they had already come and gone. She must have slept later than usual.

After a long, hot shower, Bonnie came downstairs to find the family – and she used that term loosely – gathered around the kitchen table.

"Good morning, Bonnie," her mother greeted her.

"Morning," she replied unenthusiastically, and dropped on a chair. She grabbed a box of cereal from the table and filled the empty bowl in front of her.

"So what are you going to do today to drag down the family name?" Connie asked.

Bonnie had taken enough of her sisters' crap to be able to shrug it off. "I was thinking about going gay," she replied nonchalantly as she reached for the milk.

"Don't even joke about that!" Lonnie gasped.

"If a Rockwaller ever turned out to be gay, we couldn't show our faces in public anymore," Connie deplored, resembling more a snobby socialite than the College dropout she was. Actually, dropout was too polite: it would suggest she had had a choice in the matter.

"Why should you care? It's not like it's a big deal these days," Bonnie asked, trying as hard as she could to hide the fact that she was actually insulted.

"Well, it should be. It's perverse," Connie replied.

"And it's wrong," Lonnie chimed in.

"Girls, can we please stop talking about such distasteful matters at breakfast."

Bonnie stared at her mother: her, too?

"The lezzie lover here started it," Connie instantly tried to shift blame.

Bonnie bristled and opened her mouth before her brain caught up. "At least I'm not a big slut who got kicked out of College for sleeping with the dean's husband!"

"I didn't sleep with the dean's husband!" Lonnie objected.

"Oh, that's right, you did her son."

Mrs. Rockwaller slammed her fist on the table. "Bonnie Elizabeth Rockwaller! You go upstairs right now and wash that filthy mouth of yours!"

"But, mom-"

"But nothing. I will not listen to this when we eat. Go!"

"Fine," Bonnie huffed and stormed off.

"Bye, Lezzie lov-" Lonnie started.

"Shut it!" Mrs. Rockwaller snapped. "You two keep quiet, and eat your breakfast."

Bonnie growled as she slammed the door to her room shut. She dropped heavily on the chair by her desk, wishing her sisters to the lowest hell. She had had it with her family. If only her father was here. Even though she knew it was no use, after three years, Bonnie still kept hoping her father would return from his business trip one day. Business trip; how dumb did her mother think she was? It was obvious that he had split. And with a family like this, who could blame him?

Bonnie reached for the locket hanging from the desklamp, and opened it, revealing a hidden key. The key fit to a drawer in her desk, from where she dug out a framed picture. The minute she laid eyes on it, she smiled. The six-year-old girl in the picture seemed so happy sitting on her father's shoulders. She had been. Up until he had left, Bonnie had worshipped the ground he walked on. She had always been daddy's girl, and was well aware that she monopolized him. She figured that was one of the reasons her sisters resented her. But it made it that much harder for her to understand why he had abandoned her.

After minutes of reminiscing of happier days long gone, she finally deposited the picture back in the drawer and re-hid the key. She had another day of school to get ready for.

Upon arriving at Middleton High, Bonnie, as per usual, sought the companionship of Tara Williams. The self-appointed queen of the Sophomore class always felt at ease with the bubbly blonde. Though not big on introspection, Bonnie had a pretty good understanding of why that was. With Tara what you saw was what you got. She simply didn't have it in her to play games or connive behind people's backs. Though Bonnie herself was quite skilled at the High School powerplay, she found it relaxing to be able to let her guard down a little, if only for a moment.

"Hi, Bonnie. Aren't you super-psyched about the Regionals today?" asked the ever-effervescent cheerleader.

"Thrilled," Bonnie replied, not showing any real excitement. "Listen, Tar', we may need to tweak the routine a bit."

"Are you still on that?" Tara whined, sagging her shoulders. "It's Kim's team and she came up with the routine. Sink or swim, the captain runs the boat."

"Don't even get me started on that. I just mean that Kim's sort of incapacitated today, so she won't be able to join us."

"I just saw her a moment ago, and she seemed fine to me."

"Did she seem.. strange to you?"

"No, not really. But she did keep tugging at her pants. And Ron's posture was better than usual." Suddenly Tara's already big eyes widened. "You don't think those two are.. you know?" she asked with a lowered voice.

Bonnie stifled a burst of laughter. "Those two? No way."

"Are you sure? 'Cause they seem pretty close, and they spend so much time together."

"Believe me, he's not her type," Bonnie smiled knowingly.

"You think?" Tara asked, a smile edging on her lips.

"I know. They're just friends, for whatever reason. Why do you care, anyway?"

"No reason," Tara said quickly.

Tara had always been an open book to Bonnie – and pretty much to anyone with working eyes. But this time Bonnie really hoped she had read her friend wrong, for the alternative was sick and wrong. Not wanting to confirm her fear, she steered the conversation elsewhere. "Anyway... Have you seen Reger?"

"I think I saw him go in the AV-room."

"Figures."

"What do you want him for?"

"I just need him to do an Internet search for me. Computers, not my thing."

The girls parted ways and Bonnie set out to find Reger. She had an important task for him, and hoped he was up to it. She just hoped the little creep didn't want a little something in return.


TBC...