(Tumblr request for a genderbent Tucker and Eleven by anonymous. Written 12.5.12.)

I yawned widely, stretching out as the sun streamed through my window. I frowned immediately, squinting against the light. My window didn't allow sun through at that angle…

I jolted upright.

This wasn't my room.

How the…

My jaw fell open. How the hell had I ended up in Tucker's room? I sprang out of his bed and immediately toppled over, slamming into the ground.

Somehow, I had grown to quite a height overnight. And… why did my chest feel remarkably lighter…?

I glanced down and emitted what I expected would be a high squeal, but, instead, my voice just cracked and a low yell emanated from my throat.

I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. My pectoral muscles had greatly diminished, and I was suddenly deathly afraid of what lay beneath those undergarments. Furthermore… my clothing was all in aqua.

I gasped and staggered over to the mirror.

Tucker stared back at me.

"Oh, my God," I said in a familiar voice that was definitely not my own. "Oh, my God!"

I stumbled out of his bedroom and careened down the hall as fast as my now-longer legs allowed, knocking on my own bedroom door quickly.

My door opened almost immediately, and I stared down at… myself.

Our eyes were both wide, and I had no idea how to initiate this conversation other than:

"T— Tucker?" I asked weakly.

"Eleven!" the Eleven in front of me gasped. "You— is that you?"

"Yes!" I sighed, striding into the room quickly and locking the door behind us. "What the hell is going on?"

He— she?— shrugged. "I have no idea. I woke up just a couple of minutes ago like… this."

I looked down at my body, utterly unable to believe that I was looking at myself. I looked incredulous but not exactly upset.

"Okay, okay. Let's just think of a way out of this," I said, my voice cracking again. These vocal chords were not my style. "Let's just go back to our rooms and get back into bed to try to fall asleep again. I'm sure the others won't care too much, and if they do, we'll just tell them…" I stopped. "Tucker!"

My body jumped and looked back at me. "What?"

"Are you even paying attention!?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Tucker replied, glancing sneakily into my mirror. "We'll get right to it…"

"Tucker!" I snapped, crossing my arms. "What are you doing? Stop staring!"

Tucker grinned roguishly, I knew exactly what he was thinking because it was my face he was using to form the expression. Damn it.

"I'm not looking at you. I'm eyeing myself up."

"Tucker."

He grinned. "I hope you realize we're going to have to change before leaving the base…"

I glared. "Absolutely not."

"Oh, I don't know, I think it's going to be really necessary." He smirked and adjusted my bra.

"Hands off," I growled, moving forward and grasping my own collar. "I swear, if you try anything funny…"

Tucker laughed out loud. "You wouldn't dare punch yourself."

"Want to bet?" I raised a fist. "I would take getting a black eye over anything you'd want to try any day."