SEVEN YEARS LATER (Kim and Ron are 22)
Kim flumps onto her bed… in Ron's body.
She looks at Ron… through Ron's eyes.
And sees Ron… in her body.
Ron slaps Kim's hands against his face, groaning. "I hate repeats!" He paces back and forth frantically. "Of all the evil schemes to repeat—"
"—I know," Kim moans, palming her face, or rather Ron's face. "My game was totally off. I can't fight in your body, it moves so different from mine."
Ron raises an eyebrow and looks down at her, hair falling past his face. He promptly flips it back. "Ooh, I do like the flippy hair."
She cracks a grin. "Get over here."
Ron falls into the bed beside her, body bouncing off the mattress before settling in beside her. He rolls onto his hip, gazing into her eyes, or, uh, his own eyes. Sort of.
"I just feel kinda dysphoric being in your body, I mean, I'm not a girl, you know," Ron sighs.
"I get it," Kim closes her eyes. "It's alright. We fixed it last time, we'll fix it again."
"Yeah," Ron echoes. "And at least this time it won't be so awkweird."
"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Gooberhorken," Ron says in his best imitation of Kim.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
(Kim and Ron are 15)
Mr. Gooberhorken, a pilot, glances back at the duo. "After you flew that plane through a perfect storm while I took a bathroom break?"
Ron's jaw drops as he tries to think of what Kim would say. When it takes too long, Kim playfully elbows him in the side, chuckling nervously in her best Ron voice. "Thanks man."
She throws an arm around Ron's shoulders and drags him through the door and to their seats. Passengers surround them in darkness, it's an overnight flight.
But of course Kim and Ron can't sleep. They're in each other's bodies.
Doctor Drakken—err, Private Dobbs, sits in the middle seat of their row. He got his brain switched with Drakken over some takeover the world scheme, and like Kim and Ron he's stuck. "I figured I'd take the bad seat for all the help you've given me so far."
"Uh, actually," Kim looks around. "Ron and I need to talk, could you scooch over?"
"Sure," the pleasant, Southern man sidles over to the window seat, earning an audible sigh from Ron who loves looking out the window.
"Man, this tanks," Ron moans, taking the aisle seat.
"Sorry about the window," Kim touches his shoulder. "I know you like it."
"No, it's not that, uh, hey Draaaaaaaaaaaaa—Dobbs, yo," Ron waves to get the man's attention. "Would you mind putting some earbuds in, Kim and I gotta talk about some confidential stuff."
"Rightarooney."
"Uh, okay," Ron gives the man a second to plug in, then turns on Kim, red hair whipping around his cheeks. "Ooh, your hair is flippy. Um, I mean, we just started kinda sorta dating, KP, and now we gotta deal with this sick and wrong sitch."
For a second, Kim spaces out. It's bizarre hearing her voice speak with the exact inflections of Ron.
"Yeah I know," Kim sighs, slouching in her chair. "We'll uh, figure it out. I'll make sure of it."
It's not that Kim doesn't trust Wade to find Drakken's next location.
It's that she doesn't trust he'll get it done as soon as possible, she almost considers skipping school to work on the mission, but no, she can't. Because Ron has to compete in cheer regionals… in her body. Meaning she'll have to train him and rehearse with him, which could take days. Days they don't have.
She just… she needs Ron to be okay. She can tell he's upset. He's covering it up with jokes about her flippy hair, and how he's kinda digging the skirts she normally wears, but he's upset. He doesn't want to be a girl, he's a man. And it's her fault this happened, she's the reason that they even go on these absurd missions.
She gets up from her desk, or rather, Ron's desk. For the purposes of simplicity at this late, late hour, they decided it'd be easier to just explain it to their parents later rather than handling a complicated discussion at 5 in the morning.
She hasn't slept a wink, and in about a half hour, she'll have to leave for school. She trudges through the halls and slips into the bathroom. She could really use a shower. She's all sweaty and…
…she stops and looks into the mirror.
Right.
Somehow, she completely forgot that she also got brain switched, and now she's a sweaty, hairy, smelly boy.
She rubs a hand against her cheek. Stubble. Ron has stubble, he must shave it every day to keep his skin so baby smooth.
Simultaneously, she realizes that to take a shower she'd have to… take her clothes off—
No.
No no no.
She decides to not shower, and uses the extra time to get more work done on Drakken's location.
"You didn't shower?" Ron asks, curled up with Kim in bed. They lay on their sides, staring into each other's eyes.
BACK TO THE FUTURE (Kim and Ron are 22)
"No," Kim sighs in Ron's voice. "It felt invasive, I mean honestly, I didn't even use the bathroom."
"Same, actually," Ron grins. "You're a good friend, KP."
"No duh."
"Ha ha," he rolls his eyes. "I wish you said something though. Not using the b-room for a few days? That's not healthy."
She frowns. "Sorry."
"I mean I did it too," Ron shrugs. "I guess we both just... were too nervous to talk about it. 'cause of the dating thing."
"Yeah," she admits. "Well, we're mature enough to talk about it now so... I trust you to take a shower and stuff, it's no big."
"Nice!" he chirps. "Uh, this is kinda embarrassing but while we're still sharing…"
"Yeah, so like, I'm in this mission outfit, Mrs. Dr. P, and I need to be in a cheerleading outfit."
AND BACK TO THE PRESENT (Kim and Ron are 15)
Mrs. Dr. P stares at Ron (in Kim's body) blankly. "Oh, you switched bodies with Kimmie?"
Ron blinks. "Oh. Did I not say that?"
"You did not," she clicks her tongue. "So you need someone to help you change clothes?"
"Please and thank you."
AND FINALLY, *DEEP SIGH* BACK TO THE FUTURE (Kim and Ron are 22)
"Roooon," Kim grabs Ron by the, uh, blouse. Gently. "That's so nice of you. Why didn't you tell me?"
He blushes, which is cute, but also so weird because she's looking at her own face.
"Uh, I dunno, I saw you were kinda upset about the stubble thing, and the me-needing-to-cheer-for-you thing, and I figured you didn't want to talk about it."
"Fair," she admits, laying her cheek against the pillow. "I love you."
Ron stares at her a moment longer. "Wanna try making out—"
Kim rolls away from him. "Okaaaaaay let's get our bodies back."
She pulls up Wade on the Kimmunicator, as Ron pouts in the background, "Just an idea."
Kim looks through the skylight at Drakken's latest lair. Part of her feels sad that the Bad Doctor is back at villainy again (he rebounded so fast after Lowardia) but another part of her is almost relieved. Drakken doesn't even seem to be trying to take over the world anymore, he's just trying to make his schemes as fun as possible for Team Possible to thwart.
Something that bothers Kim though: Shego is bent over the Brain Switch Machine, seemingly working on it. Meanwhile, Drakken is prowling down below. Something else looks odd about them, their clothes in particular, but from a distance it's hard to say.
"You ready?" she nods to Ron.
"Am I ready to be myself again? Uh huh, yeah, KP, come on, get with the times."
She laughs and breaks through the skylight. Swings down to the bridge Shego's on and throws her hands on her hips. Meanwhile, Ron drops down to the lower floor to distract Drakken as always.
Shego whirls around and she's… in a lab coat? A blue lab coat. Drakken's lab coat.
…
Oh no.
"Ah!" Shego cries out in a sharp, nasally voice. "The Buffoon! Uh, I mean, KIM POSSIBLE?!"
Kim blinks and leans out of her fighting stance. "Okay, what is the SITCH?"
'Shego' frowns. "What do you think, Kimberly Ann?"
Down below, Ron screams. "KP HE'S CHASING ME!"
"I'M NOT A HE!" 'Drakken' calls out in the closest imitation that voice can make of Shego.
Kim peers over the edge and notes that Drakken is in Shego's outfit. Which brings back memories of that alternate timeline thingy where everyone was super ripped and Shego had made Drakken into her buff manslave. Super weird.
"Okay, so—SHEGO STOP CHASING RON!" Kim pinches the bridge of her nose. "RON! STOP STICKING YOUR TONGUE OUT AT HER! Come on, uh, so Drakken, why haven't you switched back yet?"
"Nyergh," Drakken slouches his way over, hands crooked around his chest. "It broke."
"Oh joy of joys," she sighs.
"Hey!" Shego calls out from down below, and Kim immediately facepalms. "Stop using my voice like that!"
"Like what?" Drakken calls out. With his inflections layered over Shego's voice, it sounds like Shego is just in her own body, doing a stellar imitation of Drakken. And it sounds ridiculous. "This is how I talk!"
Shego groans.
Kim shakes her head. "Can you fix it?"
"Nyeh, yes," Drakken sighs. "It might take some time though."
Kim rolls her eyes. "We'll help you, as long as you promise to change us back."
"Hm? I was going to do that anyways," Drakken admits. "This isn't as fun as I thought it'd be."
"Nope," Kim shakes her head. "It really isn't."
"KP!" Ron screams. "SHE'S CHASING ME AGAIN!"