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I have removed the KiGo warning from the summary. Why? Because there are no definite pairings in this story. Everything is free game. That means K/R, KiGo, Rongo, and even all three together are equally possible. We’ll just see where the story takes us. I've also edited the notes in the first chapter so people won't get confused.
Chapter 3
Playing the Part
‘Ugh, what happened?’ It felt like the first conscious thought she’d had in days. It hurt to even think. She raised her arms to grip the sides of her head when she noticed something.
Her skin wasn’t green.
A normal person would have been surprised if her skin was green, but she had accepted her creamy complexion years ago. So why were her arms suddenly so… normal?
‘The hell?’ she thought as she examined the peach-colored limbs. There was something familiar about those arms but she couldn’t quite place it at the moment. It was like her brain wasn’t used to thinking. She began to rub her temples.
Shego. That was her name. She worked for Dr. Drakken, evil mad scientist bent on world conquest. The last thing she remembered, she was helping out with one of his crazy schemes. What was it about again?
‘The hell if I know.’ The cognitive energy required to produce such a coherent thought made the dull ache between her temples grow even worse. ‘Half the time I don’t even listen to him rant.’
But there had been something different about this time. A nagging part of her insisted that she was responsible for… whatever had happened.
She idly brushed her hair out of her face, pausing in shock as she realized what color it was.
Red.
‘Princess!’ she realized. ‘I switched bodies with Princess!’ Just like that, the memory came rushing back to her and she grinned with delight.
‘Oh, you’re in for it now, Kimmie,’ she thought to herself. ‘Just watch while I make your whole life fall apart.’ She snickered, surprised to hear Kim’s voice instead of her own.
‘The Doc actually got it right for once,’ she mused. Her inner voice was still recognizable to Shego as her own, but Kimmie’s vocal chords had stayed with her body. ‘Though this is definitely going to take some getting used to.’
A groan to her left caused “Kim” to turn. There, “Shego” was rubbing the sides of her head, trying desperately to process the situation.
Shego grinned and un-strapped Kim’s head from the machine, then strode over to where her rival was just beginning to realize what happened. She smirked as the eyes that had formerly belonged to her shot open in horror.
“Y-you…! How?!” she sputtered. She gasped and ran her hands down her cheeks.
“Brain-switch machine, Princess,” Shego replied in Kim’s voice. As her enemy began to panic, she smirked and added, “I see you’ve noticed the one major improvement Dr. D made.”
“You sound just like me.”
“Kim” just grinned.
“What are you going to do?” she asked in horror.
“Ruin your life, of course,” Shego sneered. “No one will be able to tell the difference.”
“No, you can’t!”
“Why not? I’m a villain, aren’t I? Ruining people’s lives is what I do.”
“You’re forgetting one thing, though.”
She scoffed. “And what’s that?”
“I look and sound exactly like you too.”
Kim’s eyes widened in horror as Shego realized the implications of that statement. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
“But my reputation’ll be shot!”
“So will mine. It’s only fair.”
A low growl rumbled deep inside Kim’s throat. “God damn you, Princess.” She crossed her arms and sulked. “So I guess we’re kinda at an impasse here, aren’t we?”
“Pretty much.”
They stared balefully at each other for several tense seconds before the voice of Shego spoke. “This is weird.”
“Definitely.”
“Think we should switch back?”
“Oh yeah.”
They strapped themselves in again. “Okay, Princess, now throw a little bolt of plasma to that switch over there,” Shego instructed.
“Okay.”
Nothing.
“Uh, Kimmie?”
“What?”
“Now might be a good time to HIT THE SWITCH!”
“I… uh… can’t.”
“WHAT?! WHY NOT?!”
“Your power’s not working.”
Kim’s eyelids dropped. “Say what?”
“I can’t get it to work. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Neither do I, actually; it just sort of… works on its own.”
“Oh, that’s helpful.”
“Look, I just think about blasting something and it happens! Most of it’s just subconscious!”
“That still doesn’t tell me anything.”
She sighed. “Okay, usually when I use my powers I’m thinking about something that makes me angry.”
“Why?”
“I dunno. I think one of the doctors who tested me when I was younger suggested that maybe my powers are emotionally controlled. Just… get pissed off and see what happens.”
“I’m plenty pissed off right now, Shego.”
“Well then hit the switch already!”
“Alright, alright.” She reached out Shego’s hand in front of her until the switch was in her sights. Concentrating on the fact that she was indeed stuck inside the body of her worst enemy, she managed to psych herself up to the point where a faint green glow appeared on her fingertips.
“Hey, it’s working!”
“Great. Don’t get cocky, kid.”
“I wouldn’t be calling me a ‘kid’ if I were you.”
“Interesting choice of words.” She smirked.
“Shut up and let me concentrate. I just want to get back into my own body.”
“So do I, Princess.”
Kim continued to focus on her anger at the situation until she had built up a rather sizeable charge. As her fury reached a peak, the plasma released, hitting the control panel like a cannon ball and causing it to explode. Both women were tossed from the machine like a couple of rag dolls by the rapid expansion of gas.
“Okay, that didn’t work,” Shego’s voice said in frustration. “Any more bright ideas?”
Kim’s mouth grinned. “You could take me up on that bet we made earlier.”
“What bet?”
“That you wouldn’t be able to last a day in my shoes.”
“What?! How could you be thinking about that right now?”
“Are ya scared, Princess?”
“No, I just don’t want you making me look like a total idiot.”
“Look, I won’t ruin your life if you don’t ruin mine, deal?”
“Deal.”
The right corner of Kim’s lips curled upward in a smirk. “Heh. I knew you’d take me up on it.”
“Oh yeah, how?”
“Because you never resist a challenge.”
Kim crossed Shego’s arms. “I think I can last a day as you.”
“Well seeing as you destroyed the machine that put us in this predicament I think it’s gonna be a lot longer than a day. A month, even. Think you can handle that?”
“Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
“Nope, not really. We need to lay down some ground rules, though.”
“Such as?”
“We don’t tell anyone we’ve switched. That will ensure that you’re not getting any sort of outside help on this.”
“I’m fine with that as long as you’re not either. What else?”
“Second, we take care of each other’s bodies like we would our own. That means I expect you to shower, brush your teeth, wash your clothes, and do everything like you normally would. No need to get vindictive about this.”
“Promise not to dress me up like some tramp and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“I'll see what I can do, Princess. You look better in conservative anyway.”
“Anything else?”
“Nope. Got anything you’d like to add?”
“You’d better do good on my homework or I'll kill you after we change back.”
“Gotcha. Despite what you may think I actually got straight A’s in school.”
“You didn’t drop out?”
“Nope. Graduated early.”
“Huh. Well then I guess I can trust you.”
“Same here, Princess. Promise you won’t embarrass me or nothin’.”
“I'll try my best.”
“So do we have a deal?” Shego extended Kim’s hand.
They shook. “Deal.”
And yet, she’d said nothing to help the villainess, reasoning that if Shego was going to let her sink or swim on her own then she may as well not even try to prepare Shego for the beehive that was her daily life. Sure, she’d get behind in school and probably go down a few levels on the food chain, but Shego would have to suffer through it, not her. She didn’t dare think of what might happen when she got back to her own body.
After they’d come to their agreement, the two ladies had pulled the rubble off of Ron and Drakken to find them unconscious with a few bruises, but otherwise unhurt. Kim in Shego’s body instinctively went to pick Ron up, but the real Shego had insisted that it was best if they started playing their parts right away. She had reluctantly agreed.
Maybe it was to goad her into losing the bet already, or perhaps simply to tweak her, but Kim fought her hardest to keep her rage from exploding when Shego woke Ron up with a kiss. It wasn’t a “do me right here” kiss, but it was still on the same level as some of the smokier gestures of affection that Kim had given Ron in the past. Jealousy had never been a kind mistress to Kim.
Still, through a combination of her innate stubbornness and using Drakken as a convenient outlet for her feelings—Shego hit him regularly anyway, so this way she was just getting into character—Kim managed to let it slide.
For now.
‘I am so gonna get her for that. Maybe I should….’ She looked over to Drakken, who was trembling in the corner like some abused child. Which he was, in a sense. Despite the pitiful image, as well as the serious issues it would have raised if it were anyone but the mad scientist who had repeatedly tried to kill her, the only thing Kim felt looking at him was revulsion. ‘Ugh, no matter how much I hate that woman, there are some levels that are just not meant to be stooped to.’
With the ill-fated plot of revenge dashed out of her mind, Kim commanded Shego’s legs to walk over to where Drakken sat huddled against the wall. His eyes grew wide in terror as she approached, but as soon as he saw her face was not angry, but rather concerned, he relaxed a little bit.
Until he recognized that it was Shego who looked concerned.
The weirdness didn’t stop there. “Are you alright, Drakken?”
“I’m sorry?” This was all very disorientating, even for a mad scientist.
Kim silently cursed herself for falling back on her own habits. She was supposed to be acting like Shego. She had spied on them often enough (right before she jumped out and foiled their plan; it wasn’t like she was a stalker or anything) to know how their interactions usually went, and after participating in four consecutive spring plays Kim felt confident in her acting abilities.
“Don’t apologize,” she sneered. “It’s pathetic.” There, that sounded like Shego. Now to await the reaction.
“But I thought I was supposed to apologize when I did something bad.”
‘She probably talked to him about this. Go with it.’ “Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
She shrugged. “You’re evil; you’re supposed to do bad things. I get that. You only need to apologize when you do something that makes me angry.”
“Oh. Okay.” He clutched his knees closer to his chest.
Kim rolled Shego’s eyes and walked away, bored. She sat on a chair and pulled out Shego’s nail file. “So I guess the plan pretty much went down the tubes, huh?”
Where kindness had failed, vengeful anger managed to shake Drakken out of his terror. “Gnn, yes! That Kim Possible thinks she’s all that, but she’s not!”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. Should she make a dry sarcastic remark or pretend to agree? She finally decided on a psychoanalytical approach. “Why do you always say that?”
“Because it’s true,” Drakken snarled. “Because she’s nothing but a pompous cheerleader whose dad and his friends laughed me out of college!”
“You didn’t have to leave because of that.”
“It was the last straw, Shego! All my life I’ve been teased because I was blue, because I was a genius, because….” He began to sniffle.
Shego would have rolled her eyes. Kim didn’t. ‘I know she probably wouldn’t want me to do this…’ she thought. ‘All the more reason to do it.’
“Because you were different,” she said sympathetically.
“YES, WELL—wait, what?” He had clearly not been expecting that response.
She smiled gently and stood from her chair. The mad scientist started to flinch as she began to walk toward him, preparing for the inevitable blow that his sidekick apparently hoped would shut him up. But instead she did something he never expected.
She gave him a hug.
He went rigid in her embrace (Hey! Mind out of gutter! Now!) and held his breath, terrified. He had not been expecting this from Shego, and so he was at a loss as to what to do about it.
“Um, Shego? Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Sh, just let it all out.”
“Let all of what out? I’m fine, really.”
“No you’re not,” Shego whispered in a soothing voice. “No one deserves what you went through. I’m sorry I didn’t understand before. But I do now.”
“Are you sure you’re not mocking me?” Drakken asked impetulantly.
“Why would I mock you about something like that?”
“Because you always do?”
“I’m sorry about that. I guess I never realized how much it hurt you.”
“Er… I’m pretty sure you realized it. As a matter of fact you always used to take great pleasure in mocking me.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not mocking you now. Just let all the pain out.” She squeezed him tighter.
In a sudden shift of mood that only Drakken could perform, he suddenly shuddered in his sidekick’s embrace and began weeping into her shoulder. “It just hurts so much!” he wailed.
“I know, I know,” Shego whispered as she rubbed her hands up and down his back. In her mind Kim was grinning like the madman she held in Shego’s arms. ‘Fine, Shego; I won’t screw up your life. I'll make it better just because I know you’d hate that.’ With her plan of revenge firmly in place, she continued to console Drakken until he eventually passed out from so many heaving sobs.
Kim made Shego’s lips curl upward in a smirk after she laid Drakken down on a couch. ‘This is easier than I thought. What part of “I can do anything” don’t villains seem to get? Watch out, Shego: you’re going to be a whole new person once I’m done with you.’
Unfortunately, with her archrival possessing her body, Kim wouldn’t come out of this unchanged either.
Till next time!
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