Fic: Crossing The Gender Divide, Teen Titans, Tim/Kon, Gender-Switch, PG-15, 1/1
Tim and Kon both got turned into girls, and Kon has decided to make Tim’s head spin even more.
Crossing The Gender Divide
Spontaneous gender reassignment hadn’t been included as part of ‘So you’re the latest in a long and completely unexpected line of Robins’ briefing, but Tim had been doing detective work long before he put on the red, green and gold.
It was still kind of…odd, though. Having breasts. And…everything else that went with them.
Having Kon show up at his room right after he - now she - got a clean bill of newly-female health from the still-male Cyborg and promptly say, “Show me your boobs,” was almost ridiculously familiar.
At least, in the sense that Kon was still a pervert.
Tim didn’t bother with any indignant shrieks or protestations; he just lifted his eyebrow, adopted a stance he’d seen both Steph and Barbara-as-Batgirl use when they were pissed off, and asked, “Why should I?”
Kon’s smug grin proved that this time, he’d actually given his wacky idea some thought before he opened his big mouth. “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” he singsonged, wiggling his own eyebrows in time with his hips.
His…really, very curvy hips. And…Kon wasn’t a pretty girl, but he was built. Built like - what was that old song? - a brick house.
And his breasts were really…
“Okay,” Tim heard himself say, and before he knew it he was stripping - from the waist up, at least.
Initially startled - almost comically so - Kon soon got with the program and pulled his own T-shirt off. He was practically drooling. Tim…wasn’t much better. Kon’s breasts were…amazing. Pale beige mounds of flesh topped by tiny brown nipples nestled in the middle of large violet aureoles.
Tim found himself thinking of hot fudge sundaes, and his own mouth started watering. That just wouldn’t do, however, even if Kon was so focused on his breasts that he wouldn’t notice if Bart came in and danced Swan Lake in a tutu. Because of that, Tim just looked at the rest of Kon, instead of completely away.
Kon was one of the strongest members of the team, possibly the strongest. Cassie’s Amazon battle training was often what let her win sparring matches, but when it came to pure brute strength… Still, Kon’s strength was because of his Kryptonian heritage. He didn’t work out.
Which explained why, instead of the clearly defined musculature that Tim still had, Kon was all soft curves, almost pudgy around his stomach, and…he had an outie? Why would Kon have a bellybutton to begin with? He was a test-tube baby.
Tim paused in his perusal of Kon’s body as said body moved closer. He blinked up at the Kon, only to blink thrice more when an invisible hand removed his mask. “Kon, what-?” Having his mask on shouldn’t have prevented Kon from ogling his chest.
Kon shrugged, causing his own chest to jiggle interestingly. “I want to see your eyes, man.”
Tim thought about pointing out that he wasn’t, currently, a man, but technically he was. He could claim to be transsexual, since his mental gender was still appropriate. “I thought you wanted to see my breasts,” he said.
He said needlessly, because Kon’s eyes were already focused once more below his neck. Tim sighed heavily, and caught Kon’s smile as his breasts moved with that. Then he shoved aside his frustration and went back to looking at Kon’s chest. This time he focused more on the overall picture than on aesthetics. Kon was, to put it bluntly, stacked. A double D, at least, possibly a double E. He had the shoulders to support them, too, so he didn’t look too ‘top-heavy.’
“Can I touch ‘em?” Kon asked, and startled, Tim jibbered.
“What?” he finally squeaked out when he found his voice.
Kon stifled a laugh at the look on Tim’s face. “Can I touch them?”
“I…” Tim almost asked him why, but hell, he knew why. His own fingers were, now that the topic had been broached, itching to touch Kon’s breasts as well. “Don’t you think that would be weird?” he asked instead. “I mean, we’re really guys, and we’re friends, and…”
Kon didn’t reply; he simply overrode Tim’s objections with one touch. His right hand reached out to softly caress Tim’s left breast, tweaking a nipple as he moved away. “Did that feel weird?” he asked.
Weird was…so not the right word. Tim let out the breath that had been caught in his throat when the pleasure zinged from Kon’s finger down to his groin, and shook his head, all without conscious volition.
Smirking, Kon asked, “So, can I do it again?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, using both hands this time to entice Tim into dropping the argument.
“Ummm…” Tim responded, eyelids fluttering closed as Kon’s hands came up to grope him again. He idly wondered if it felt so good because a woman’s breasts were more sensitive than a man’s chest, but then, he’d never really had someone fondle his chest when he’d been a guy. Possibly having someone touch you with sexual intent was always amazing.
More like probably. Still, this could bode ill for their friendship, and no matter how horny Tim was it was still a…daunting idea. Having sex. Having sex for the first time. Having sex for the first time with his best friend.
Having sex for the first time with his best friend when they were both currently women. Daunting was putting it mildly.
“I’m still not sure about this,” Tim said, skittish, and backed away, out of Kon’s reach - well, physical reach; Kon’s tactile telekinesis was increasingly less limited to the tactile.
Kon eyed him, and the clarity of his gaze was disconcerting; for once, Tim was the one whose mind was clouded by hormones, and Kon was thinking clearly. “Why?”
“Because this is weird!” Tim said, taking anxious breaths. At the look Kon gave his…well, heaving bosom…Tim crossed his arms over his chest and did his best to glare at Kon. It should have been obvious why. “I mean, you’re my friend, and…” He shrugged helplessly.
“I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t friends,” Kon replied. Off Tim’s startled look, he sighed. “Like I’d do this with just anyone if they were currently a hot chick. Do you see me trying to get a look at Bart’s boobs? Or Gar’s?” An invisible hand reached out and tapped Tim not-so-gently on the side of the head.
“You…want me?” Tim asked, perplexed. Kon had never given him any reason to think that. “Would you…I mean, is this just for now or…?” Possibly Kon just wanted to do this with him because Robin could be discrete.
Kon sighed. “Look, you’re one of my best buds, I think you’re hot pretty much all the time, and I finally realized this week that I actually like you, too, like like-like.”
And Kon obviously didn’t feel like wasting time. “Uh…err…” Quickly going over his own feelings, Tim decided that there wasn’t anything wrong with giving the proposed relationship a shot. He and Steph weren’t currently together, the idea of being with another guy (current physical form notwithstanding) didn’t appear to freak him out, and he knew Kon at least as well as he knew Steph, and definitely better than he had Ariana.
Also, he was still really really horny, and he damn well knew that Kon had practical experience in how to make a girl come. Tim only knew in theory. Tim could not concentrate for the heat between his legs, and he hadn’t had that problem since the first few times an ill-timed erection had shown up on patrol in his first days as Robin.
“Okay,” he said, and most certainly did not squeak as Kon pulled him closer telekinetically, and started…devouring his mouth was the only way to put it. The kisses were deep and probing, and yet oddly sweet and slow; Kon explored him with a thoroughness heretofore not shown. Kon wielded his tongue with all the precision of a master swordsman, and Tim hadn’t even known it was possible to do those things with your teeth.
When Kon finally let him go, despite being badly out of breath, so much so that he was openly panting, Tim still didn’t want the kisses to stop.
Thankfully for his sanity, they didn’t; Kon had just apparently decided to switch location. Chuckling as he moved down Tim’s body, he placed sucking kisses along Tim’s collarbone, moving down to his breasts to suckle at the nipples like the baby he never had been.
The lightning bolt of sensation that shot through him pretty much dispelled any new weird Freudian thoughts. If it felt that good to have Kon’s mouth on him, Tim so did not care if he acquired any new neuroses.
Tim had just enough wherewithal left to keep from whimpering in distress when Kon moved away from his breasts. He outlined Tim’s obliques with his tongue as he stroked his thighs through his Robin tights.
Tim barely heard Kon speak over the blood pounding in his ears. “You’d look fantastic in the original Robin costume,” Kon said, and the tone of his voice caused Tim to flush.
All over.
“I-I would have t-thought that you wouldn’t want me wearing anything at a-all,” Tim replied, and cursed himself both for the stutter and for giving Kon ideas.
The look on Kon’s face wasn’t quite calculating, though, and it definitely (surprisingly) wasn’t a leer. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be cool with it.” He ran a hand down Tim’s bare chest, between his breasts, circling around his bellybutton - which was an innie - and coming to rest on the waistband of his tights…then descending lower, palming the new curves, massaging between his new lips, and…
…and making sparks zing up from his groin, clouding Tim’s mind with the possibility of an all-too-different kind of pleasure. If he’d been able to think, he would have been extremely glad he’d taken off his jock during his post-mission check-up, allowing Kon’s touch to penetrate deeper. “Um…” he said, his usual eloquence failing him. His innate reactions didn’t, however, and he felt himself practically hump Kon’s hand.
Tim wasn’t flushing from embarrassment anymore; it was covered up by the heat building inside him, focused on Kon’s touch. He’d never turned up anything like this in his research, but then, he had erred of the side of giving people their privacy.
And he sincerely hoped that he and Kon would have some of their own for at least the next few hours.
Possibly longer.
“Oh…do that again…” Tim moaned, curling up into Kon’s telekinetic touch.
“Sure, Rob,” Kon replied with a grin, and followed words with action.
Definitely longer.
ETA: In case you were wondering what would have happened if Bart had come in and danced Swan Lake in a tutu, thus interrupting Tim and Kon, dawnstar04 hath provided.
Crossing The Gender Divide
Spontaneous gender reassignment hadn’t been included as part of ‘So you’re the latest in a long and completely unexpected line of Robins’ briefing, but Tim had been doing detective work long before he put on the red, green and gold.
It was still kind of…odd, though. Having breasts. And…everything else that went with them.
Having Kon show up at his room right after he - now she - got a clean bill of newly-female health from the still-male Cyborg and promptly say, “Show me your boobs,” was almost ridiculously familiar.
At least, in the sense that Kon was still a pervert.
Tim didn’t bother with any indignant shrieks or protestations; he just lifted his eyebrow, adopted a stance he’d seen both Steph and Barbara-as-Batgirl use when they were pissed off, and asked, “Why should I?”
Kon’s smug grin proved that this time, he’d actually given his wacky idea some thought before he opened his big mouth. “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” he singsonged, wiggling his own eyebrows in time with his hips.
His…really, very curvy hips. And…Kon wasn’t a pretty girl, but he was built. Built like - what was that old song? - a brick house.
And his breasts were really…
“Okay,” Tim heard himself say, and before he knew it he was stripping - from the waist up, at least.
Initially startled - almost comically so - Kon soon got with the program and pulled his own T-shirt off. He was practically drooling. Tim…wasn’t much better. Kon’s breasts were…amazing. Pale beige mounds of flesh topped by tiny brown nipples nestled in the middle of large violet aureoles.
Tim found himself thinking of hot fudge sundaes, and his own mouth started watering. That just wouldn’t do, however, even if Kon was so focused on his breasts that he wouldn’t notice if Bart came in and danced Swan Lake in a tutu. Because of that, Tim just looked at the rest of Kon, instead of completely away.
Kon was one of the strongest members of the team, possibly the strongest. Cassie’s Amazon battle training was often what let her win sparring matches, but when it came to pure brute strength… Still, Kon’s strength was because of his Kryptonian heritage. He didn’t work out.
Which explained why, instead of the clearly defined musculature that Tim still had, Kon was all soft curves, almost pudgy around his stomach, and…he had an outie? Why would Kon have a bellybutton to begin with? He was a test-tube baby.
Tim paused in his perusal of Kon’s body as said body moved closer. He blinked up at the Kon, only to blink thrice more when an invisible hand removed his mask. “Kon, what-?” Having his mask on shouldn’t have prevented Kon from ogling his chest.
Kon shrugged, causing his own chest to jiggle interestingly. “I want to see your eyes, man.”
Tim thought about pointing out that he wasn’t, currently, a man, but technically he was. He could claim to be transsexual, since his mental gender was still appropriate. “I thought you wanted to see my breasts,” he said.
He said needlessly, because Kon’s eyes were already focused once more below his neck. Tim sighed heavily, and caught Kon’s smile as his breasts moved with that. Then he shoved aside his frustration and went back to looking at Kon’s chest. This time he focused more on the overall picture than on aesthetics. Kon was, to put it bluntly, stacked. A double D, at least, possibly a double E. He had the shoulders to support them, too, so he didn’t look too ‘top-heavy.’
“Can I touch ‘em?” Kon asked, and startled, Tim jibbered.
“What?” he finally squeaked out when he found his voice.
Kon stifled a laugh at the look on Tim’s face. “Can I touch them?”
“I…” Tim almost asked him why, but hell, he knew why. His own fingers were, now that the topic had been broached, itching to touch Kon’s breasts as well. “Don’t you think that would be weird?” he asked instead. “I mean, we’re really guys, and we’re friends, and…”
Kon didn’t reply; he simply overrode Tim’s objections with one touch. His right hand reached out to softly caress Tim’s left breast, tweaking a nipple as he moved away. “Did that feel weird?” he asked.
Weird was…so not the right word. Tim let out the breath that had been caught in his throat when the pleasure zinged from Kon’s finger down to his groin, and shook his head, all without conscious volition.
Smirking, Kon asked, “So, can I do it again?” He didn’t bother to wait for an answer, using both hands this time to entice Tim into dropping the argument.
“Ummm…” Tim responded, eyelids fluttering closed as Kon’s hands came up to grope him again. He idly wondered if it felt so good because a woman’s breasts were more sensitive than a man’s chest, but then, he’d never really had someone fondle his chest when he’d been a guy. Possibly having someone touch you with sexual intent was always amazing.
More like probably. Still, this could bode ill for their friendship, and no matter how horny Tim was it was still a…daunting idea. Having sex. Having sex for the first time. Having sex for the first time with his best friend.
Having sex for the first time with his best friend when they were both currently women. Daunting was putting it mildly.
“I’m still not sure about this,” Tim said, skittish, and backed away, out of Kon’s reach - well, physical reach; Kon’s tactile telekinesis was increasingly less limited to the tactile.
Kon eyed him, and the clarity of his gaze was disconcerting; for once, Tim was the one whose mind was clouded by hormones, and Kon was thinking clearly. “Why?”
“Because this is weird!” Tim said, taking anxious breaths. At the look Kon gave his…well, heaving bosom…Tim crossed his arms over his chest and did his best to glare at Kon. It should have been obvious why. “I mean, you’re my friend, and…” He shrugged helplessly.
“I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t friends,” Kon replied. Off Tim’s startled look, he sighed. “Like I’d do this with just anyone if they were currently a hot chick. Do you see me trying to get a look at Bart’s boobs? Or Gar’s?” An invisible hand reached out and tapped Tim not-so-gently on the side of the head.
“You…want me?” Tim asked, perplexed. Kon had never given him any reason to think that. “Would you…I mean, is this just for now or…?” Possibly Kon just wanted to do this with him because Robin could be discrete.
Kon sighed. “Look, you’re one of my best buds, I think you’re hot pretty much all the time, and I finally realized this week that I actually like you, too, like like-like.”
And Kon obviously didn’t feel like wasting time. “Uh…err…” Quickly going over his own feelings, Tim decided that there wasn’t anything wrong with giving the proposed relationship a shot. He and Steph weren’t currently together, the idea of being with another guy (current physical form notwithstanding) didn’t appear to freak him out, and he knew Kon at least as well as he knew Steph, and definitely better than he had Ariana.
Also, he was still really really horny, and he damn well knew that Kon had practical experience in how to make a girl come. Tim only knew in theory. Tim could not concentrate for the heat between his legs, and he hadn’t had that problem since the first few times an ill-timed erection had shown up on patrol in his first days as Robin.
“Okay,” he said, and most certainly did not squeak as Kon pulled him closer telekinetically, and started…devouring his mouth was the only way to put it. The kisses were deep and probing, and yet oddly sweet and slow; Kon explored him with a thoroughness heretofore not shown. Kon wielded his tongue with all the precision of a master swordsman, and Tim hadn’t even known it was possible to do those things with your teeth.
When Kon finally let him go, despite being badly out of breath, so much so that he was openly panting, Tim still didn’t want the kisses to stop.
Thankfully for his sanity, they didn’t; Kon had just apparently decided to switch location. Chuckling as he moved down Tim’s body, he placed sucking kisses along Tim’s collarbone, moving down to his breasts to suckle at the nipples like the baby he never had been.
The lightning bolt of sensation that shot through him pretty much dispelled any new weird Freudian thoughts. If it felt that good to have Kon’s mouth on him, Tim so did not care if he acquired any new neuroses.
Tim had just enough wherewithal left to keep from whimpering in distress when Kon moved away from his breasts. He outlined Tim’s obliques with his tongue as he stroked his thighs through his Robin tights.
Tim barely heard Kon speak over the blood pounding in his ears. “You’d look fantastic in the original Robin costume,” Kon said, and the tone of his voice caused Tim to flush.
All over.
“I-I would have t-thought that you wouldn’t want me wearing anything at a-all,” Tim replied, and cursed himself both for the stutter and for giving Kon ideas.
The look on Kon’s face wasn’t quite calculating, though, and it definitely (surprisingly) wasn’t a leer. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be cool with it.” He ran a hand down Tim’s bare chest, between his breasts, circling around his bellybutton - which was an innie - and coming to rest on the waistband of his tights…then descending lower, palming the new curves, massaging between his new lips, and…
…and making sparks zing up from his groin, clouding Tim’s mind with the possibility of an all-too-different kind of pleasure. If he’d been able to think, he would have been extremely glad he’d taken off his jock during his post-mission check-up, allowing Kon’s touch to penetrate deeper. “Um…” he said, his usual eloquence failing him. His innate reactions didn’t, however, and he felt himself practically hump Kon’s hand.
Tim wasn’t flushing from embarrassment anymore; it was covered up by the heat building inside him, focused on Kon’s touch. He’d never turned up anything like this in his research, but then, he had erred of the side of giving people their privacy.
And he sincerely hoped that he and Kon would have some of their own for at least the next few hours.
Possibly longer.
“Oh…do that again…” Tim moaned, curling up into Kon’s telekinetic touch.
“Sure, Rob,” Kon replied with a grin, and followed words with action.
Definitely longer.
ETA: In case you were wondering what would have happened if Bart had come in and danced Swan Lake in a tutu, thus interrupting Tim and Kon, dawnstar04 hath provided.
