Author's note: Okay, finally wrapping up this "episode". I know many of you were missing the Kim on Bonnie action, so I've put in a little scene just for you :). Also, I realized I've completely forgotten Rufus, and I'm the one who suggested Rufus as the next Guess the Author topic! So, heeeere's Rufus!
Thanks to cpneb for the beta.
Chapter 5: The Old Switcheroo, Part 3
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Kim growled in frustration as Ron failed to do a cartwheel, yet again, ending up face-first on the floor. As she watched her friend stumble back up, Kim realized this wasn't going to work. She couldn't get Ron to learn even one movement, let alone an entire choreography, and she only had until the end of the day. Desperate times called for desperate measures: she would have to do it herself. She just had to come up with a convincing story why 'Kim' couldn't perform, and how 'Ron' was able to substitute for her.
Kim told Ron of her plan, and he quickly came up with the idea to "secret borrow" some crutches from the nurse's office, to make it look like Kim had hurt her leg. She approved of the plan and set out to find Bonnie and fill her in. As part of the popular clique, she wasn't aware of the danger when she decided to cut through D-hall.
Not long after Kim had entered the most infamous section of school property, two boys stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. One big, one small – both of them seeming none-too-bright. "Hold it, Stoppable," the big one said in a menacing voice. "You know you can't come this way."
"Yeah," the smaller chimed in. "D-hall's been declared a loser-free zone," he said, giggling at his own joke.
Kim didn't want to get caught up in a fight with the 'missing links', so she started to back up.
"You forgetting something?" the bigger asked. "My money," he put out his hand.
"What money?" Kim asked.
"You sound funnier than usual, Stoppable," the smaller said.
"Um, um," she stammered. "Puberty," she said, trying to lower her voice.
"Well, here's something to help you with that voice," the big one said, and drove his fist into Kim's gut. Her lungs emptied, and she dropped on her knees gasping for air. The smaller stepped up and went through her pockets, pulling out a five-dollar bill.
"Next time, have more money," he said, and kicked Kim in the shoulder, knocking her over. The pair walked off, chuckling.
Slowly Kim regained her breath, and as she got up from the floor, watching the distancing backs of the bullies, she was consumed with rage. The fact that they had roughed her up didn't bother her one bit. The thing that really got to her was that Ron had to deal with these guys day in and day out. And he hadn't complained to her about it once. She had no idea this was going on. She had seen him with bruises a couple of times, but he'd always told her he had just fallen down. Kim was furious at herself that she'd actually believed him. But Ron was naturally clumsy – how was she to know?
Well, no more. She wasn't going to let this go on. It was time to give those guys some sensitivity training.
Kim followed them down the hall until the two went into the bathroom, otherwise known as the "bad boy" bathroom. Wasting no time, she went in after them.
"You two are about to get a lesson in human decency," Kim said menacingly.
Both bullies turned around. "Look, the loser has a deathwish," the smaller one said.
"Well, who are we to deny a dying man's last wish," the bigger said.
Fully ready and willing, Kim made the 'bring it' motion with her hand. Normally this would have been a walk in the park for someone as athletic as Kim, but she was in Ron's body now and she had no idea what it was capable of. She had to start out slow.
She didn't get the chance as the big one grabbed her by the front of her jersey. Working on pure instinct, she grabbed his hands, twisted them outward, and as he dropped to his knees she flipped backwards, delivering a sharp kick to the chin. It wasn't as hard as she had feared it would be – in fact, it was easy. Emboldened with the discovery, Kim went full throttle. It didn't take long for her to finish the two off. They were left whimpering on the bathroom floor as she let herself out, dusting off her hands as she did.
Kim was amazed at how capable Ron's body actually was. Why hadn't Ron ever made use of it? Was he holding back, and if he was, why?
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The plan seemed to go off without a hitch. The judges weren't too happy about the last minute lineup change, but let it slide, despite the formal protest lodged by the Go City Gazelles.
As it came Middleton's turn, there was some murmur in the crowd, many of them not believing the person they thought was the pants-losing sidekick could cheer himself out of a wet paper bag. The murmurs turned into gasps as the troupe started the routine and he was doing flips and jumps with the best of them. The crowd went wild with cheers when they saw Ron doing Kim's signature triple aerial somersault with a split landing. A move Kim regretted doing - Ron's boy parts didn't take too well to the extreme stretching and hard landing.
Afterwards, as they sat on the bleachers sweaty and panting, Bonnie stole a glance at Kim, the real Kim. For a moment she felt she could see past the unsightly exterior, the person behind the goofy freckled face. Just before Kim glanced at her direction, Bonnie had already turned away, frowning. She stayed that way until the announcing of the scores woke her up.
The Mad Dog Cheersquad won second place.
Kim and Ron didn't get to celebrate their success for very long - Wade beeped in and announced he had found Drakken's hideout.
Kim turned to the group. "Sorry guys, we have to jet," she said, giving Bonnie a quick glance.
"Whatever. Go do your thing," Bonnie said dismissively. Inside she was already counting the seconds when she'd get to lock lips with her red-headed rival.
As soon as they had gotten outside the gym, Ron tossed the crutches and they set out to pick up Private Dobbs and put an end to Drakken's shenanigans.
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Bonnie slung her backpack over her shoulder and left the locker room. A moment later Reger came up to her, holding up a sheet of paper.
"I found the information you wanted," Reger said.
Bonnie took the printout and examined it. "Are you sure this is current?"
"Pretty sure. It was the latest I could find."
Bonnie stared at the paper. She was desperately trying to shake the feeling of disbelief that she was actually looking at-
"What about our deal?" Reger asked anxiously, bringing Bonnie out of her thoughts.
"What? Oh, yeah, right. I'll hold up to our deal. The next time there's a party with the popular kids, you're invited."
"Right on!" Reger cheered.
"But if you embarrass me, you're done for in Middleton High," Bonnie said in a tone that said it was no threat - it was a promise. "You get me?" She drove the message home with a sharp jab in Reger's chest.
"Got it," the scared redhead squeaked.
Bonnie walked off without saying another word.
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Kim and Ron, along with the blue-skinned Private Dobbs, sneaked behind stacks of moving crates in the timeshare lair 7B. The place was littered with them, as if everyone using the lair were also using it as a temporary storage facility.
They could hear Drakken issuing his ransom demands on the world. The world wasn't too impressed, which enraged the blue baddie and prompted him to make an example out of Paris. He ordered the coordinates to be entered on the Neutronolizer.
Kim and company had to move fast.
The teen crimefighter had already come up with a plan. She and Ron would distract Drakken and his goons while Dobbs disarmed the Neutronolizer. At which point the military official informed them he'd only been assigned to guard the device, he didn't know the first thing about operating it.
Kim rolled her brown eyes. "Okay, new plan."
Suddenly the crate in front of them exploded, disintegrating in a crackling blast of blue energy.
"No new plan!" Drakken yelled, surrounded by Shego and his goons.
"Looks like we have to do this the quick and dirty way," Kim sighed. She lunged at Shego. Drakken and the henchmen wisely backed away. Ron took his cue and ran into the maze of crates, drawing a good number of henchmen after him.
Dobbs was left standing alone. Well, not completely alone - he had Drakken and a couple henchmen to keep him company. Said henchmen promptly grabbed him and brought him to their boss.
Drakken eyed Dobbs viciously. "I want my body."
"Y'all can have it. It's ugly. And it itches something fierce!" Dobbs spat back defiantly. He soon found himself manhandled into position under the brainswitch machine. Not that he had to be - he was as eager to switch back as Drakken was - but he was a prisoner and was treated accordingly.
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Ron screamed as he ran from his glowy-stick wielding pursuers. "Rufus!" he called, and the naked mole-rat scurried from his pocket onto his shoulder. "Go see if you can disable the Neutrono-thingy. Oh, and while you're at it, this place could use some self-destructing when we're done."
"Gotcha!" Rufus acknowledged and jumped down, running off in a pink flash.
Ron continued to run aimlessly through the crate-lined corridors, being seriously pushed out of his comfort zone. It wasn't enough that he was running for his life, he was also feeling way too exposed with the skirt fluttering all over the place. "Give me a break, I'm wearing a skirt!" he complained, trying to keep the skirt from doing a Marilyn Monroe.
Next to him, a crate exploded in a ball of green fire. Behind it he saw Kim and Shego going at it. Even in the heat of battle, Kim was able to quip: "Now you know what it's like!"
"Less chat, more smack," Shego said and swiped at Kim. Kim bent backwards and the hit went over her chest. She continued the move into a backflip, delivering an upward kick in the process. Shego took the hit and dropped on the ground.
Looking at the prone form of her enemy, Kim couldn't help but notice how good the green villainess looked in her form-fitting jumpsuit. For some reason she couldn't stop stealing glances at Shego's crime-sculpted body, especially now that the woman was lying partially on her side, her buns of steel on full, drool-inducing display. Her appreciation for the older woman's curves didn't go unnoticed.
"Possible, were you just checking out my ass?" Shego asked.
"So not," Kim denied instantly.
"I'm pretty sure you were," Shego said as got up on her feet.
"Well if I was, it was because I'm in Ron's body," Kim explained hastily.
"That so doesn't make any sense. It's still your brain."
Kim opened her mouth but no words came out:
The cat burglar got her tongue.
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Drakken took his place under the machine. He was beside himself - literally. One of his more capable henchmen manned the controls of the machine.
"Throw the switch!" Drakken ordered.
The henchman at the control panel pushed the lever, and the machine came alive with electric whirr and buzz. After a loud lightshow, the machine wound down, releasing puffs of steam.
"There's no body like my body," Drakken said as he stepped out from under the machine and removed the headgear. Two henchmen grabbed Dobbs and dragged him away. Drakken turned to the man at the controls of the brainswitch machine. "Initialize Neutronolizer firing sequence."
The henchman did as told and began working the controls of the Neutronolizer. No sooner had he touched the first button than the whole control panel went up in smoke.
"What did you do!?" Drakken yelled. He didn't see the little pink rodent running from under the machine into hiding.
Suddenly, Ron burst from behind the crates running and screaming. Everyone looked at him stupefied as he rocketed through the control area. Their surprise turned to horror as Ron tripped on a cable and rolled through the air into a wall, hitting the clearly marked self-destruct button with his rear.
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The alarms blared as a recorded voice announced: "Self-destruct activated. The lair will self-destruct in 30 seconds. We at Lairco hope our lair fulfilled your evil needs. Have a nice day."
"Well, I guess that's my cue," Shego said. "Later, Princess. Do feel free to enjoy the view as I'm leaving."
"I was not checking out your butt!" Kim shouted after her.
"Self-destruct in 20 seconds."
Kim snapped to as she remembered she still had a brain to switch. She started running and soon came to the control area and saw Ron lying on the floor with Rufus chattering at him. With Drakken and his goons already gone, Private Dobbs walked freely into the control area.
"Dobbs, take the controls," Kim told him. She went to Ron and pulled him up. "Come on, Ron, we're kind of in a hurry."
Ron wobbled with Kim to the brainswitch machine and they put on the headgear. Kim gave the signal to Dobbs.
"Self-destruct in 10 seconds."
Dobbs pushed the lever, starting another loud lightshow.
After way too long, the machine finally turned off. Ron quickly patted himself down. Upon reaching his crotch he sighed big with relief. Next to him, Kim did the same holding her chest.
"We best be getting outta here!" Dobbs yelled as the self-destruct countdown reached zero.
Explosions started rocking the place all around them, and they started running towards the exit, dodging falling rubble and broken crates along the way. They managed to escape by the skin of their teeth.
Outside they saw a large gathering of military forces converging on their location, coming to retrieve their stolen property. Kim was all prepared to apologize for destroying the still of unknown purpose device, when the dust began to settle and amidst the remains of the leveled lair, stood the Neutronolizer, as good as new. Apparently, "the thing was dang near indestructible," Private Dobbs chuckled.
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It didn't take too long after getting home for Kim to call Bonnie and tell her about their successful mission. Bonnie wasn't too interested in the mission other than that Kim was all woman again, and wanted to hook up. At so late in the day, the choices for venues for their meeting were somewhat limited. But Kim came up with a suggestion.
"How about we take in a movie?"
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The moving pictures on the screen cast a dim, flickering light on the otherwise dark theater. There were only a few people in the seats - mostly pretentious film students who were there to enjoy the art of cinema in the form of a subtitled foreign film that had no discernible plot nor a lucid line of dialogue. These connoisseurs would have burned their berets had they known of the activity going on in the dark corner of the very last row.
After two days of not being able to "get in touch", Kim and Bonnie were taking back every second. Their tongues danced a hot, acrobatic tango while their hands roamed the bodyscapes on a voyage of rediscovery. No nook nor cranny was left unexplored.
Bonnie began feeding on Kim's neck. She kissed it, nibbled at it, licked it up and down. Her exploring hand crept under Kim's shirt and felt-
Both of them stopped and stared at each other in shock.
"You're... not wearing a bra," Bonnie stated the source of their surprise.
"I... I guess I forgot to put one on."
A moment went by with the two girls just staring at each other, not knowing what to do. Bonnie made the first move and went in for a kiss. Kim closed her eyes and gave in to it. Encouraged by the lack of resistance, Bonnie continued where she had left off and started fondling Kim's breast. Being the first time doing so with nothing in between, Bonnie took the time enjoying the feeling of Kim's soft, yielding flesh under her fingers. Under the guidance of Kim's approving moans and sighs, it didn't take long for her to zero in on what worked for the redhead. She soon had the teen heroine moaning at her will.
All of a sudden Kim stopped and pulled back. "Bonnie, can we stop for a sec," she said, breathing heavily.
"Why? It was just getting good."
"Uh, Bonnie. Sweetie, would you mind if we just cuddled for a while?"
"I don't cuddle. And don't call me Sweetie."
"Please? Just this once," Kim pleaded. "It's been a long day, with the regionals and fighting Drakken... I just need a little breather."
As strong-willed as she was, even Bonnie couldn't resist the Puppy-Dog Pout. "Fine," she acquiesced grudgingly. "But just this once."
"Thanks, B," Kim said and kissed Bonnie on the cheek. The perturbed brunette watched Kim snuggle in under her arm and rest her head on her shoulder. For the first time since they sat down Bonnie turned to watch the movie. She didn't really pay any attention to it, she was too caught up in her thoughts.
Bonnie was annoyed. Cuddling was couple stuff. Mushy couple stuff. They were not a couple. And she didn't do mushy. All she wanted was someone to make out with. Not a... cuddle-buddy. If she had wanted to cuddle, she'd have gone and bought a Pandaroo, or a Flamingoat.
Though as much as she hated to admit it, it really wasn't that bad. It actually felt kinda nice. Feeling Kim's peaceful breathing against her had something of a calming, relaxing effect. Maybe just this once she could enjoy a quiet moment. She certainly wasn't going to make a habit of it.
Something drew Bonnie's attention - Kim reached out and took Bonnie's free hand. Bonnie instantly tried to yank it away, but Kim held on as if it were treasure. Bonnie sighed in defeat, bringing a triumphant smirk on the palm-pirate's lips.
Bonnie settled in, but not before pinching Kim in the arm, making the redhead yelp. Not long after the two had settled in, without even realizing it, Bonnie's finger began playing with Kim's hair. A few moments later, Bonnie realized Kim had fallen asleep. She didn't wake her until the movie ended.
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Bonnie sat at her vanity dresser and for once wasn't staring at herself. Her gaze was fixed on the printout given to her by Ron Reger. He'd actually found the information she was after, now clearly printed on the sheet of paper lying on her dresser. On the paper lay Bonnie's cellphone with a number already punched in. Her finger hovered over the green "Call" button.
She'd dreamt about this moment for years, and it was now at her reach. All she needed was to push a button.
Bonnie's finger finally rested on the button. She took a deep breath.
To be continued...
