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longsufferingly) wrote2009-05-17 10:32 am
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This right here is a genderswapped Jonny Quest drabble for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
timmesque.
Jonny Quest has woken up in a lot of weird situations in his life. He's woken up bound, gagged, in a volcano, in an underwater base, in a laboratory, in Antarctica, and, once, on the moon.
Nothing can even compare to waking up in his own bed, in his own pajamas, with his own brand new breasts.
"AUGH!"
Race is in the room in seconds--what good bodyguard doesn't have reflexes like that?--and Jonny is at the mirror, staring wide-eyed at his girly face and his girly body and the way that he is now a girl.
"Jonny?!" Race asks. "What is it?"
"Race!" he shrieks. His voice his higher. "What the hell, Race!"
Race stares. "Jonny?"
"Race! I'm a--Race!"
"Jonny? Dad? What's--" Jessie stumbles in, hair messy, trying to blink sleep out of her eyes. As soon as she focuses on Jonny, she starts laughing.
"It's not funny!" Jonny protests. His voice is so high.
Jessie sags against the door. "It's so funny," she says.
"Jonny!" says Hadji. "What is it, my friend?"
"Hadji!" says Jessie, delightedly. "Haven't you always wanted a sister?"
"Jessie, I don't--" Hadji stares. "Oh. My goodness."
"Will everyone get out of my room?" asks Jonny, crossing his arms over his breasts. It's a very fucking weird feeling.
"I'll get you some clothes," says Jessie happily.
"I will--meditate," says Hadji.
Race sighs. "How do you do this to yourself, kid?"
"I didn't do anything!" Jonny protests.
"We better find out who did, and fast. If you want your body back, that is."
"Of course I want my body back!" says Jonny. He's all--soft and weird and short and the space between his legs feels weird. He absolutely needs this fixed as soon as possible.
Jessie comes back in with an outfit she hasn't worn in years. She's taller than him, which is depressing.
Jonny looks at the pink-purple leggings with disgust. "What is this?"
"Clothes. Can you figure out how to put your bra on?"
Jonny winks at her. "It's just the opposite of taking one off, right?"
She doesn't rise to the bait. "Please, like you've ever gotten past first base."
Jonny looks at the shirt. It's got a unicorn on it. "I hate you, Jess."
"See you at breakfast," she says, grinning.
timmesque.Jonny Quest has woken up in a lot of weird situations in his life. He's woken up bound, gagged, in a volcano, in an underwater base, in a laboratory, in Antarctica, and, once, on the moon.
Nothing can even compare to waking up in his own bed, in his own pajamas, with his own brand new breasts.
"AUGH!"
Race is in the room in seconds--what good bodyguard doesn't have reflexes like that?--and Jonny is at the mirror, staring wide-eyed at his girly face and his girly body and the way that he is now a girl.
"Jonny?!" Race asks. "What is it?"
"Race!" he shrieks. His voice his higher. "What the hell, Race!"
Race stares. "Jonny?"
"Race! I'm a--Race!"
"Jonny? Dad? What's--" Jessie stumbles in, hair messy, trying to blink sleep out of her eyes. As soon as she focuses on Jonny, she starts laughing.
"It's not funny!" Jonny protests. His voice is so high.
Jessie sags against the door. "It's so funny," she says.
"Jonny!" says Hadji. "What is it, my friend?"
"Hadji!" says Jessie, delightedly. "Haven't you always wanted a sister?"
"Jessie, I don't--" Hadji stares. "Oh. My goodness."
"Will everyone get out of my room?" asks Jonny, crossing his arms over his breasts. It's a very fucking weird feeling.
"I'll get you some clothes," says Jessie happily.
"I will--meditate," says Hadji.
Race sighs. "How do you do this to yourself, kid?"
"I didn't do anything!" Jonny protests.
"We better find out who did, and fast. If you want your body back, that is."
"Of course I want my body back!" says Jonny. He's all--soft and weird and short and the space between his legs feels weird. He absolutely needs this fixed as soon as possible.
Jessie comes back in with an outfit she hasn't worn in years. She's taller than him, which is depressing.
Jonny looks at the pink-purple leggings with disgust. "What is this?"
"Clothes. Can you figure out how to put your bra on?"
Jonny winks at her. "It's just the opposite of taking one off, right?"
She doesn't rise to the bait. "Please, like you've ever gotten past first base."
Jonny looks at the shirt. It's got a unicorn on it. "I hate you, Jess."
"See you at breakfast," she says, grinning.