Be Aggressive! Be! Be! Aggressive!
Dude - you guys, yesterday at this time, I was a Friend of one person - which I was totally cool with, because that one person was my darling big sister - but now I'm all like ON the Cheerleading Team, with my 28 friends.
I'm cool? Um. Or I would be. If this was a Cheerocracy. Which it's totally not.
I'm totally going to respond to all those comments, because I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT ANYONE CARES - but the thing is, I thought my big piece of good Karma today was the way that the SECOND I walked onto the subway platform at 11:15 pm, a train pulled up, so I just sat there and chilled and thought about SGA as I so often do.
It's not that I am abandoning Ronon Dex, broken-heartedly closeted lover of the Ring-Eyes, it's just that I spent the whole ride home thinking about what would happen if John or Rodney got hit with a gender-switching ancient device. I go back and forth about which one should be transformed - in a sense it works brilliantly with either one.
*****
When he wakes up in the infirmary he's totally terrified. There isn't even a moment of "What happened to me?" because he felt it happening. Felt his body bathed in a stream of shivery-warm light. Felt his dick go rock-hard as the light felt him up more thoroughly than he had been by anyone's real hand in more than a year, and then it all sort of melted together, body mass shifting and merging and John had put one hand on a brand new breast, and one hand on the warm mound where his dick used to be, and passed out. In a manly way.
Then there's a bit of back and forth with Beckett about his state of health, and Heightmeier about his state of mind, and with Weir about his ability to command, and then he's released, and he goes to find his team.
Teyla and Ronon are citizens of the Pegasus Galaxy and they take the shift in John's body with barely a nod. Ronon suggests a refresher self-defense course to help him find his balance. Teyla offers to give him a smaller set of fighting sticks. And a bra.
Rodney's working late in the lab and John goes to see him because it's weird the way that 24 hours have gone by since he caught Rodney's eyes, or stepped on the punchline of a joke that only the physicists maybe might have gotten, or thought about the way that Rodney looks when he's bent over a microscope.
Before he gets to the lab, John has a wild second where he thinks he might be able to carry off a crazy bait & switch, where he doesn't even let Rodney know it's him. Where he pretends to be a new scientist from the latest shipment from earth (who wants to talk to Dr. Mckay about string theory or something totally 1990's like that), but he's only halfway through forming his plan when Rodney turns around and looks at him and gasps, "John!" and looks straight at his breasts, which are poking inappropriately at his shirt (Telya's bra didn't quite fit).
And then John is moving across the room without hesitation, because he can't imagine when he'll ever get a better excuse than this. He's trapped in a woman's body, pumped full of estrogen, and it isn't until Rodney locks his mouth around John's brand-newly sensitive nipple, and shoves his thick muscled thigh between John's legs, that John realizes that he's torn between wishing his dick was back so that he could rub off against Rodney's thick body, and being glad that his new soft breasts are there to tempt Rodney's hands and lips and teeth towards his skin.
I'm cool? Um. Or I would be. If this was a Cheerocracy. Which it's totally not.
I'm totally going to respond to all those comments, because I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT ANYONE CARES - but the thing is, I thought my big piece of good Karma today was the way that the SECOND I walked onto the subway platform at 11:15 pm, a train pulled up, so I just sat there and chilled and thought about SGA as I so often do.
It's not that I am abandoning Ronon Dex, broken-heartedly closeted lover of the Ring-Eyes, it's just that I spent the whole ride home thinking about what would happen if John or Rodney got hit with a gender-switching ancient device. I go back and forth about which one should be transformed - in a sense it works brilliantly with either one.
*****
When he wakes up in the infirmary he's totally terrified. There isn't even a moment of "What happened to me?" because he felt it happening. Felt his body bathed in a stream of shivery-warm light. Felt his dick go rock-hard as the light felt him up more thoroughly than he had been by anyone's real hand in more than a year, and then it all sort of melted together, body mass shifting and merging and John had put one hand on a brand new breast, and one hand on the warm mound where his dick used to be, and passed out. In a manly way.
Then there's a bit of back and forth with Beckett about his state of health, and Heightmeier about his state of mind, and with Weir about his ability to command, and then he's released, and he goes to find his team.
Teyla and Ronon are citizens of the Pegasus Galaxy and they take the shift in John's body with barely a nod. Ronon suggests a refresher self-defense course to help him find his balance. Teyla offers to give him a smaller set of fighting sticks. And a bra.
Rodney's working late in the lab and John goes to see him because it's weird the way that 24 hours have gone by since he caught Rodney's eyes, or stepped on the punchline of a joke that only the physicists maybe might have gotten, or thought about the way that Rodney looks when he's bent over a microscope.
Before he gets to the lab, John has a wild second where he thinks he might be able to carry off a crazy bait & switch, where he doesn't even let Rodney know it's him. Where he pretends to be a new scientist from the latest shipment from earth (who wants to talk to Dr. Mckay about string theory or something totally 1990's like that), but he's only halfway through forming his plan when Rodney turns around and looks at him and gasps, "John!" and looks straight at his breasts, which are poking inappropriately at his shirt (Telya's bra didn't quite fit).
And then John is moving across the room without hesitation, because he can't imagine when he'll ever get a better excuse than this. He's trapped in a woman's body, pumped full of estrogen, and it isn't until Rodney locks his mouth around John's brand-newly sensitive nipple, and shoves his thick muscled thigh between John's legs, that John realizes that he's torn between wishing his dick was back so that he could rub off against Rodney's thick body, and being glad that his new soft breasts are there to tempt Rodney's hands and lips and teeth towards his skin.