Gender Bent Hankinator - Crack RP w/ Yoshi <3
Dermott's small pocket knife scraped the metal shavings from the doorknob onto the floor. Damn. Breaking and entering could be such a bitch! But he was going to do it in under 5 minutes... 6 minutes. Okay 7. 7! He'd do it under 7 miutes to show Hank he could. Give him a break his hands were sweaty. Apparently hank hadn't been framiliar with the term "panty raid," so here they were, at Triana Orpheus's door to teach Hank said lesson on the tossing about of women's undergarments.
Dermott>>> Dude stand back your in my light! Can't see.. thats why its taking so long.
Hank shifted to the side, still keeping guard...which was silly, since his pop totally didn't care to be in the "Orpheus wing" ever and the Dracula Family were having some kinda father/daughter...thing. Probably involving draculas.
But he TOTALLY didn't wanna get caught!
But he didn't wanna back down at the risk of bein' called a "pussy" either - he wasn't a stupid cat! He was a MAN! And...he wanted Dermott to see that.
Hank>>>Ok...sorry. Hey, maybe Dr. O put a spell on the door or something! He is kinda magic...or maybe it's just jammed...he never uses it - he's always astral-projecting everywhere.
Hank offered, in a lame attempt to be helpful
Dermott at las got the stupid thin open, smirking proudly as he did so.
Dermott>> Sweet, we're in.
Hank>>>Cool beans! Now c'mon - before someone sees us!
Hank dragged Dermott inside by the sleeve...while trying to remember which one was Triana's room...
...oh yeah, that's right...he'd never BEEN in Triana's room before...
Dermott made his way in with hank behind him, eyeing the door with the evan essence poster down the hall.
Dermott>> betcha it's that one. come on, keep quiet though
Hank>>>Ok...
Hank whispered, kinda excited!
...kinda stupid thing to get excited about for a kid who had looked death in the eyes and than spat in 'em, but he was!
He'd take doing normal boy things like "panty raids" with a normal boy like Dermott over getting kidnapped ANY day!
Dermot creeked open the door, looking around the walls of pink purple and black searching for the... there it was!
Hank>>>Mind if I do the honors? What with this bein' my first panty-raid and all...
Dermott gestured towards the dresser.
Dermott>>> be my guest dude. top drawer...
Hank rolled up his sleeves and adjusted his 'kerchief, preparing himself for the pivital moment in his adolesence before grabbing the handle and pulling the drawer open...
...little did either one of them know, that Triana had been the victem of panty raids before the Orpheus' moved to the Venture compound. Nor did they know that Dr. Orpheus had responded to this little problem by hexing the drawer
Anyone who wasn't his pumpkin who touched that dresser drawer would-
Hank>>>GAH!
Hank was blinded by a bright, pinkish colored light and knocked backwards by some kinda...other worldly force
And then he blacked out.
But only for a minute or two...
Dermott>>> hank! HAnk!!! A fuck, shit, dude, get up! C'mon!
Hank opened one eye...than the other. He blinked several times, as Dermott's face came back into focus
Hank>>>Whuuu? What happe-
Hank sat up, clutching his throat
What happened to his voice!?
DAMN that dracula!
And his spooky daughter! AND HER PANTIES!
Dermott back up slightly falling on his butt as he looked at his friend.
His jaw dropping at.. some VERY suprising new additions.
Hank>>>Dude! Why do I sound like I chick?! What happen- what's YOUR problem?
Dermott couldn't take his eyes off the ubrupt change in his.... friend. the new Hank featured smooth curves, a slimmer build, slightly bigger eyes and... that voice!
Dermott>>> F-FuCK!! Hank your a transy!!
Dermott shook his head.
Hank>>>...I'm a transilvanian?
Dermott>>> No! You're a trans-gend... You a fucking chick!!
Hank jumped off the ground, trying to get a good look at himself.
...oh god...oh god oh hell OH GOD!
Hank hesitantly poked at one of his new...c-cups...OH GOD THEY JIGGLED! THEY WERE REAL!
Dermott watched as Hank panicked from the ground, touching himself.
How the fuck had this happened?!
Hank>>>ARRRGH! This entire house is CURSED I-...wait...
Hank felt a surprising amount of room in the front of his pants- oh god!
Hank's hand traveled down his new...breast, feeling the rest of his slender figure before checking to see if-
Hank>>>DUDE! My dingus is GONE!
Dermott bit his lip, watching him... her.. it, stroke down from Hank's chest to crotch... He bit his lip jumping up, face red as a tomato as he held Hank's shoulders and sushed him
Dermott>>> DUDE shut up!! We're still breaking and entering here!
He didn't want to get caught, and oddly enough, their was something in him that didn't want Hank to freak out and worry... or, was it just girls he didn't want that to happen to?
Hank>>>I don't care, Dermott! I really don't - I have like...some kinda magical VAGINA and I don't care!
Hank was on the verge of tears...as if he wasn't emasculated enough at the moment
Could he blame it on bein' on the rag?
Dermott looked down between Hank's legs, as if he could SEE the change. His blush returned knowing he had actually tried to see it as he shook it off and rubbed Hank's shoulders.
Dermott>>> Okay, okay look. Let's leave quick before we get caught. We'll find some way ta fix this, okay?
He attempted to sooth
And suprisingly well. who know he could be so considerate under pressure?
Hank>>>How? How are we gonna FIX me?! We can't tell Dr. O HOW ...this happened and pop can't just...SCIENCE my penis back! But fine...lets go before this stupid apartment turns you to a goldfish or something
Hank wasn't the most...sooth-able right now...
Dermott grabbed Hank by the wrist and bolted from the room. he yanked him to the door way and out into he long halls of the compound.
He darted his eyes from right to left. where to go where to go?
They couldnt go to Hank's room, risk Hank being seen.
Dermott>>> is there anywhere, like, secret here?
Dermott>>> a place without cameras?
Hank>>>...well...Brock disabled the cameras in his room after he found out about Pop and Uncle White watchin' him and his "lady friends"...so...
Hank suggested, while hiking up his pants. Damn this stupid girlish figure! He wanted his own clothes to fit again!
Dermott rolled his eyes. It WOULD be there they had to go.
Dermott>>> come on, hurry up, which way?
Hank>>>Take a left, then two doors down...
Dermott did so as he flung the door open pushed Hank inside and closed it shut, locking it of course.
He sighed heavily leaning up against the door to catch his breath before turning back to Hank.
Dermott>>> okay... yeah.
he panted slightly.
Hank fell back on Brock's ol' bed...he had kinda made this his little haven since Brock left...so it was kinda his bed now
Dermott made his way beside Hank sitting on the bed, trying to sort things out.
Dermott>>> Alright. Do you remember what happened back there? You were passed out for awhile, not long but.
he shrugged as a very male thought probbed his brain. He was on a bed... with a girl... well, "girl", who actually liked him.
As a friend, but still. Progress.
Hank>>>Yeah, we tried to raid some panties from a stupid enchanted drawer! And now I have THESE!
Hank smushed his boobs together, angry at them...angry at this WHOLE SITUATION HE SHOULDN'T BE IN!
Dermott bit his lip as Hank did so.. they were actually a pretty good size.
Dermott>>> Maybe your infected or something. You sure your like, all girl everywhere
He asked as he tried not inspecting his best friend.
Hank>>>Yes, I'm sure! I know what's between my own legs and it ain't what it SHOULD be!
Dermott>>> okay okay, geez, calm down. Maybe. maybe their just built to like, look real. Try taking them off or something.
Hank shrugged, made just about as much sense as ANY of this!
So he sat up, grabbed his new juggs and tried to twist and pull them off.
Hank>>>OW! Okay, yeah no...they're real.
Hank groaned...they were also very tender, apparently
Dermott watched as Hank attempted to remove his new assets.... god. Why was it so HOT on this room?!
He shifted himself closer to Hank, thighs touching as he cupped the one closest to him, squeezing it softly.
Shit... they WERE real! Totally 100% authentic!!
Hank flushed bright red, trying to bat Dermott away
Hank>>>DUDE! Don't...don't DO that!
Derrmott backed off immeadately.
Dermott>>> Those, are real.
Dermott simply stated.... he squeezed his legs together, realzing what he had done and tried to hold back his possible hard on.
Hank>>>Yeah I know. They're on my body...GOD!
Hank flopped back on the bed...frowning at his cans as they jiggled into place
Dermott raked his brain for other possible solutions. Noticing some pink dust gathered at the bottom of Hank's shirt.
Thats when he remembered the bright ass pink that had knocked Hank out prior to all this!
He sorta forgot about it for some reason... probably because, well, he'd never admit it, but the new Hank had caught his interests in a very different way.
Dermott>>> Hey... that shit on your shirt... Maybe that's why your all girl.
Hank>>>Great. Now how do we make me all boy again? Boobs are annoying to have...they don't stop jiggling
Dermott>>> Well than, get a bra or something!
Hank>>>Yeah, because snoopin' for panties went so well...maybe Brock has one hidden in here...
Hank stood up and got off the bed, and went straight for Brock's dresser drawers.
Nope, nope, nope...BINGO!
...damn, it was kinda lacey...but it looked like it would fit.
Hank turned to Dermott before lifting up his shirt
Hank>>>Don't look
Dermott glanced sideways AWAY from Hank and the riskay looking bra he tugged out and... started stripping.
Even though he was looking away, he couldn't help the words that spurred from his mouth.
Dermott>>> Why? It's not like we're not both guys.. er, were guys... or, you were.
Hank, now shirtless, blushed a little at Dermott's reasoning
Hank>>>...what? You WANNA see me naked?
...should the idea BOTHER him more?
Dermott's face flushed brick red as he kept his eyes away from Hank trying to explain himself.
Dermott>>> No! Shut up! I didn't friggin mean it like that!! Just sayin, we're both dudes is all. God...
Hank>>>Fine okay...whatever...gngh...
Hank shrugged inbetween muffled little sounds...how the heck was he supposed to put this thing ON?!
Hank didn't know...but maybe Dermott did?
Hank>>>....Dermott? Little help here?
Hank squeaked, standing half naked before his best and only friend...feelin' all kinds of vulnerable and pathetic...
Dermott>>> Dude stand back your in my light! Can't see.. thats why its taking so long.
Hank shifted to the side, still keeping guard...which was silly, since his pop totally didn't care to be in the "Orpheus wing" ever and the Dracula Family were having some kinda father/daughter...thing. Probably involving draculas.
But he TOTALLY didn't wanna get caught!
But he didn't wanna back down at the risk of bein' called a "pussy" either - he wasn't a stupid cat! He was a MAN! And...he wanted Dermott to see that.
Hank>>>Ok...sorry. Hey, maybe Dr. O put a spell on the door or something! He is kinda magic...or maybe it's just jammed...he never uses it - he's always astral-projecting everywhere.
Hank offered, in a lame attempt to be helpful
Dermott at las got the stupid thin open, smirking proudly as he did so.
Dermott>> Sweet, we're in.
Hank>>>Cool beans! Now c'mon - before someone sees us!
Hank dragged Dermott inside by the sleeve...while trying to remember which one was Triana's room...
...oh yeah, that's right...he'd never BEEN in Triana's room before...
Dermott made his way in with hank behind him, eyeing the door with the evan essence poster down the hall.
Dermott>> betcha it's that one. come on, keep quiet though
Hank>>>Ok...
Hank whispered, kinda excited!
...kinda stupid thing to get excited about for a kid who had looked death in the eyes and than spat in 'em, but he was!
He'd take doing normal boy things like "panty raids" with a normal boy like Dermott over getting kidnapped ANY day!
Dermot creeked open the door, looking around the walls of pink purple and black searching for the... there it was!
Hank>>>Mind if I do the honors? What with this bein' my first panty-raid and all...
Dermott gestured towards the dresser.
Dermott>>> be my guest dude. top drawer...
Hank rolled up his sleeves and adjusted his 'kerchief, preparing himself for the pivital moment in his adolesence before grabbing the handle and pulling the drawer open...
...little did either one of them know, that Triana had been the victem of panty raids before the Orpheus' moved to the Venture compound. Nor did they know that Dr. Orpheus had responded to this little problem by hexing the drawer
Anyone who wasn't his pumpkin who touched that dresser drawer would-
Hank>>>GAH!
Hank was blinded by a bright, pinkish colored light and knocked backwards by some kinda...other worldly force
And then he blacked out.
But only for a minute or two...
Dermott>>> hank! HAnk!!! A fuck, shit, dude, get up! C'mon!
Hank opened one eye...than the other. He blinked several times, as Dermott's face came back into focus
Hank>>>Whuuu? What happe-
Hank sat up, clutching his throat
What happened to his voice!?
DAMN that dracula!
And his spooky daughter! AND HER PANTIES!
Dermott back up slightly falling on his butt as he looked at his friend.
His jaw dropping at.. some VERY suprising new additions.
Hank>>>Dude! Why do I sound like I chick?! What happen- what's YOUR problem?
Dermott couldn't take his eyes off the ubrupt change in his.... friend. the new Hank featured smooth curves, a slimmer build, slightly bigger eyes and... that voice!
Dermott>>> F-FuCK!! Hank your a transy!!
Dermott shook his head.
Hank>>>...I'm a transilvanian?
Dermott>>> No! You're a trans-gend... You a fucking chick!!
Hank jumped off the ground, trying to get a good look at himself.
...oh god...oh god oh hell OH GOD!
Hank hesitantly poked at one of his new...c-cups...OH GOD THEY JIGGLED! THEY WERE REAL!
Dermott watched as Hank panicked from the ground, touching himself.
How the fuck had this happened?!
Hank>>>ARRRGH! This entire house is CURSED I-...wait...
Hank felt a surprising amount of room in the front of his pants- oh god!
Hank's hand traveled down his new...breast, feeling the rest of his slender figure before checking to see if-
Hank>>>DUDE! My dingus is GONE!
Dermott bit his lip, watching him... her.. it, stroke down from Hank's chest to crotch... He bit his lip jumping up, face red as a tomato as he held Hank's shoulders and sushed him
Dermott>>> DUDE shut up!! We're still breaking and entering here!
He didn't want to get caught, and oddly enough, their was something in him that didn't want Hank to freak out and worry... or, was it just girls he didn't want that to happen to?
Hank>>>I don't care, Dermott! I really don't - I have like...some kinda magical VAGINA and I don't care!
Hank was on the verge of tears...as if he wasn't emasculated enough at the moment
Could he blame it on bein' on the rag?
Dermott looked down between Hank's legs, as if he could SEE the change. His blush returned knowing he had actually tried to see it as he shook it off and rubbed Hank's shoulders.
Dermott>>> Okay, okay look. Let's leave quick before we get caught. We'll find some way ta fix this, okay?
He attempted to sooth
And suprisingly well. who know he could be so considerate under pressure?
Hank>>>How? How are we gonna FIX me?! We can't tell Dr. O HOW ...this happened and pop can't just...SCIENCE my penis back! But fine...lets go before this stupid apartment turns you to a goldfish or something
Hank wasn't the most...sooth-able right now...
Dermott grabbed Hank by the wrist and bolted from the room. he yanked him to the door way and out into he long halls of the compound.
He darted his eyes from right to left. where to go where to go?
They couldnt go to Hank's room, risk Hank being seen.
Dermott>>> is there anywhere, like, secret here?
Dermott>>> a place without cameras?
Hank>>>...well...Brock disabled the cameras in his room after he found out about Pop and Uncle White watchin' him and his "lady friends"...so...
Hank suggested, while hiking up his pants. Damn this stupid girlish figure! He wanted his own clothes to fit again!
Dermott rolled his eyes. It WOULD be there they had to go.
Dermott>>> come on, hurry up, which way?
Hank>>>Take a left, then two doors down...
Dermott did so as he flung the door open pushed Hank inside and closed it shut, locking it of course.
He sighed heavily leaning up against the door to catch his breath before turning back to Hank.
Dermott>>> okay... yeah.
he panted slightly.
Hank fell back on Brock's ol' bed...he had kinda made this his little haven since Brock left...so it was kinda his bed now
Dermott made his way beside Hank sitting on the bed, trying to sort things out.
Dermott>>> Alright. Do you remember what happened back there? You were passed out for awhile, not long but.
he shrugged as a very male thought probbed his brain. He was on a bed... with a girl... well, "girl", who actually liked him.
As a friend, but still. Progress.
Hank>>>Yeah, we tried to raid some panties from a stupid enchanted drawer! And now I have THESE!
Hank smushed his boobs together, angry at them...angry at this WHOLE SITUATION HE SHOULDN'T BE IN!
Dermott bit his lip as Hank did so.. they were actually a pretty good size.
Dermott>>> Maybe your infected or something. You sure your like, all girl everywhere
He asked as he tried not inspecting his best friend.
Hank>>>Yes, I'm sure! I know what's between my own legs and it ain't what it SHOULD be!
Dermott>>> okay okay, geez, calm down. Maybe. maybe their just built to like, look real. Try taking them off or something.
Hank shrugged, made just about as much sense as ANY of this!
So he sat up, grabbed his new juggs and tried to twist and pull them off.
Hank>>>OW! Okay, yeah no...they're real.
Hank groaned...they were also very tender, apparently
Dermott watched as Hank attempted to remove his new assets.... god. Why was it so HOT on this room?!
He shifted himself closer to Hank, thighs touching as he cupped the one closest to him, squeezing it softly.
Shit... they WERE real! Totally 100% authentic!!
Hank flushed bright red, trying to bat Dermott away
Hank>>>DUDE! Don't...don't DO that!
Derrmott backed off immeadately.
Dermott>>> Those, are real.
Dermott simply stated.... he squeezed his legs together, realzing what he had done and tried to hold back his possible hard on.
Hank>>>Yeah I know. They're on my body...GOD!
Hank flopped back on the bed...frowning at his cans as they jiggled into place
Dermott raked his brain for other possible solutions. Noticing some pink dust gathered at the bottom of Hank's shirt.
Thats when he remembered the bright ass pink that had knocked Hank out prior to all this!
He sorta forgot about it for some reason... probably because, well, he'd never admit it, but the new Hank had caught his interests in a very different way.
Dermott>>> Hey... that shit on your shirt... Maybe that's why your all girl.
Hank>>>Great. Now how do we make me all boy again? Boobs are annoying to have...they don't stop jiggling
Dermott>>> Well than, get a bra or something!
Hank>>>Yeah, because snoopin' for panties went so well...maybe Brock has one hidden in here...
Hank stood up and got off the bed, and went straight for Brock's dresser drawers.
Nope, nope, nope...BINGO!
...damn, it was kinda lacey...but it looked like it would fit.
Hank turned to Dermott before lifting up his shirt
Hank>>>Don't look
Dermott glanced sideways AWAY from Hank and the riskay looking bra he tugged out and... started stripping.
Even though he was looking away, he couldn't help the words that spurred from his mouth.
Dermott>>> Why? It's not like we're not both guys.. er, were guys... or, you were.
Hank, now shirtless, blushed a little at Dermott's reasoning
Hank>>>...what? You WANNA see me naked?
...should the idea BOTHER him more?
Dermott's face flushed brick red as he kept his eyes away from Hank trying to explain himself.
Dermott>>> No! Shut up! I didn't friggin mean it like that!! Just sayin, we're both dudes is all. God...
Hank>>>Fine okay...whatever...gngh...
Hank shrugged inbetween muffled little sounds...how the heck was he supposed to put this thing ON?!
Hank didn't know...but maybe Dermott did?
Hank>>>....Dermott? Little help here?
Hank squeaked, standing half naked before his best and only friend...feelin' all kinds of vulnerable and pathetic...