Genderbending by Tea
anonymous
June 2 2009, 20:46:24 UTC
We all know America refuses to drink tea and loves coffee, but what if there was another reason for it?
America turns into a hot female version of himself anytime he drinks tea (or if it's dumped on him). The only way he can turn back into his male form is by drinking coffee. And the longer he stays in female form, the more he acts like one. After dealing with this problem over many years, he's gotten used to the situation and does occasionally indulge his feminine side. But he has never let anyone else know about the effect tea has on him. But one fateful day, by accident, his secret is discovered.
Anon has no preference if only one Nation finds out privately or if the secret is let out in the middle of a meeting. But Anon would love to see the reaction to hot!female!America.
THE KINK: genderbending, preferably smut. No pairing preferences! Go wild, Author-Anons!
BONUS 01: America transforms...but there's no coffee around. BONUS 02: If Canada is involved, he prefers a female!America and gets overprotective, possessive, and very perverted. Same with Australia.
Frilly Tea 1/??
anonymous
June 3 2009, 03:16:43 UTC
I present to you, Frilly Tea! Pairings will be Onesided(?) America/Canada, Onesided(?) America/Australia, Possible US/UK in future chapters.
It was no secret that Alfred preferred to drink coffee rather than tea. He had never explained it to anyone why, and most of the nations just assumed it was because of the infamous Tea Party that he didn't like tea. But Alfred did like tea. And for a reason he'd never admit too, and one that would probably make Kiku's red rocket rise if Kiku knew. Then again, anything weird that was vaguely related to sex made Kiku's red rocket rise.
Alfred, somehow, turned into a woman when he drank tea.
He was mortified at the thought of what might happen if he became a woman, because he knew for a fact that the other nations would be all over him if they knew. No doubt they would try to spike his water with tea leaves, or try to put that instant iced tea stuff in the water if no leaves were available. He was even more mortified at the thought of the ridicule he would endure if they knew why he did not go to Arthur for a cure.
Alfred also liked to give tea parties to himself and his little plushies in his spare time, as a little girl. Also helped when he was masturbating, too.
But there was always a cure close at hand during those times, the (Not very)sweet African liquid known as coffee. It had a bitter taste, but that's what flavored coffee was for, indeed.
But today, there was no coffee!
Why did Alfred let himself get held by Yao, only to have green tea dumped down his throat?
Why did he go to the 'special' meeting anyway? Oh right, because it was "Good Manners" his boss had insisted. To Alfred's knowledge, Obama didn't know about the tea, nor did Alfred want him to know, even if he was trying to foster good relations.
Arthur tried to offer some black tea, walking over to Alfred when he stepped in the doorway.
"Alfred, would-would you like some tea?" Arthur offered Alfred, gritting his teeth. Alfred immediately rejected him, telling his that black tea was absolutely disgusting and he would cut off his own feet rather than drink it. Arthur just called him some weird British insult and stalked off, dejected.
"You must try my Longjing tea! It's even pan-fried, aru!" Yao begged Alfred, taking a step forward.
"Ah-ha-ha! I don't drink tea! Not at all! That tea party was enough for me!" Alfred boomed, shoving the straw of his drink in his mouth, desperately slurping it up even though he had long since sucked up the last drop of his Pepsi.
He defensively took a step backwards, towards the bathroom door, still slurping, his eyes focused on Yao.
"Then why are you here? You didn't have to come, aru..." He muttered darkly, a sinister shadow obscuring his face.
"Now hold on, I didn't say tha-" Too late.
Yao grabbed him by the jacket, craned his head backwards(How Yao ever reached up there was amazing to Alfred) and dumped the hot liquid down his throat.
America turns into a hot female version of himself anytime he drinks tea (or if it's dumped on him). The only way he can turn back into his male form is by drinking coffee. And the longer he stays in female form, the more he acts like one. After dealing with this problem over many years, he's gotten used to the situation and does occasionally indulge his feminine side. But he has never let anyone else know about the effect tea has on him. But one fateful day, by accident, his secret is discovered.
Anon has no preference if only one Nation finds out privately or if the secret is let out in the middle of a meeting. But Anon would love to see the reaction to hot!female!America.
THE KINK: genderbending, preferably smut. No pairing preferences! Go wild, Author-Anons!
BONUS 01: America transforms...but there's no coffee around.
BONUS 02: If Canada is involved, he prefers a female!America and gets overprotective, possessive, and very perverted. Same with Australia.
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It was no secret that Alfred preferred to drink coffee rather than tea.
He had never explained it to anyone why, and most of the nations just assumed it was because of the infamous Tea Party that he didn't like tea.
But Alfred did like tea. And for a reason he'd never admit too, and one that would probably make Kiku's red rocket rise if Kiku knew. Then again, anything weird that was vaguely related to sex made Kiku's red rocket rise.
Alfred, somehow, turned into a woman when he drank tea.
He was mortified at the thought of what might happen if he became a woman, because he knew for a fact that the other nations would be all over him if they knew. No doubt they would try to spike his water with tea leaves, or try to put that instant iced tea stuff in the water if no leaves were available.
He was even more mortified at the thought of the ridicule he would endure if they knew why he did not go to Arthur for a cure.
Alfred also liked to give tea parties to himself and his little plushies in his spare time, as a little girl. Also helped when he was masturbating, too.
But there was always a cure close at hand during those times, the (Not very)sweet African liquid known as coffee. It had a bitter taste, but that's what flavored coffee was for, indeed.
But today, there was no coffee!
Why did Alfred let himself get held by Yao, only to have green tea dumped down his throat?
Why did he go to the 'special' meeting anyway? Oh right, because it was "Good Manners" his boss had insisted.
To Alfred's knowledge, Obama didn't know about the tea, nor did Alfred want him to know, even if he was trying to foster good relations.
Arthur tried to offer some black tea, walking over to Alfred when he stepped in the doorway.
"Alfred, would-would you like some tea?" Arthur offered Alfred, gritting his teeth.
Alfred immediately rejected him, telling his that black tea was absolutely disgusting and he would cut off his own feet rather than drink it.
Arthur just called him some weird British insult and stalked off, dejected.
"You must try my Longjing tea! It's even pan-fried, aru!" Yao begged Alfred, taking a step forward.
"Ah-ha-ha! I don't drink tea! Not at all! That tea party was enough for me!" Alfred boomed, shoving the straw of his drink in his mouth, desperately slurping it up even though he had long since sucked up the last drop of his Pepsi.
He defensively took a step backwards, towards the bathroom door, still slurping, his eyes focused on Yao.
"Then why are you here? You didn't have to come, aru..." He muttered darkly, a sinister shadow obscuring his face.
"Now hold on, I didn't say tha-" Too late.
Yao grabbed him by the jacket, craned his head backwards(How Yao ever reached up there was amazing to Alfred) and dumped the hot liquid down his throat.
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For the sweet love of everything that is a sandwich, please update this soon!
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