Fic: Genderswap!Kris
Fandom: AI Season 8 RPS
Title: Genderswap!Kris
Author: my_atlantis
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1540
Pairing: Adam/Girl!Kris
Summary: "Kris as a girl isn't much different from Kris as a boy."
Kris as a girl isn’t much different from Kris as a boy. True, she now has boobs, perky but small, and these hips that flare out into his hands, and she’s thinner, less muscled and so slight Adam thinks he could blow her over with a heavy sigh. She still makes the same adorable, scrunched up facial expressions, and hops around to music like she’s got springs in her feet. There’s really not much difference that it takes Adam a full ten minutes to notice something’s off when he drops by Kris’ room before the arranged Idol brunch downstairs with all kinds of press people before the start of the tour.
He’s rummaging through the eclectic pile of gifts from fans thrown on the other bed and hears Kris come out of the bathroom, but he doesn’t turn around because he’s learned from experience that Kris hates dressing while still in the bathroom. Kris claims its something about trying to put on clothes when still wet, and so Adam has often come this close to seeing Kris totally buck naked, oh who is he kidding. Its happened a lot of times, but Adam has at least to /try/ not to ogle his best friend.
“So that brings the total number of stuffed animals to what- at least two hundred?” Adam picks up a bright blue elephant with sad plastic eyes and turns around. “Are they trying to send you a subliminal message or something….” He drifts off because. Wow. Kris Allen is a girl. Or he totally slept with a girl that looks just like him only with these curvy hips and boobs but still the same softly disheveled hair and brown eyes that belong on a puppy and not a human being. In which case, Adam calls kicking his ass for cheating on Katy, once she’s done with him of course. “Kris? Are you a girl? Or are you a slut I should totally catfight with for home wrecking the Allens?”
Her nose scrunches up, still reaching for the outfit carefully laid out on the bed, hovering above a pair of boxers then skipping over them and going straight for the jeans. She tugs them on with a small hop and a shimmy, the fit is tighter around her hips than they are around boy Kris’, shrugging on a plaid button up and doing the buttons all the way up to her chin. She still hasn’t spoken by this point, just pointedly glaring at Adam the entire time, who’s still watching with rapt fascination. This ends awesomely either way, either his best friend is now a girl which hello- shopping time! Or he gets to choke a bitch. Awesome.
“Its not polite to stare, you know. And I thought you were gonna try to stop ogling me when I’m naked. Besides,” she bends over to slide on some socks and shoes, and damm does that ass still look fantastic, even when its attached to a girl. Adam can appreciate hotness when he sees it, he just won’t fool around with it if it has girl parts, is all. “I’m no longer a guy so on principle you can’t crush on me.” Definitely Kris. She straightens and glances at him over her shoulder, tongue sticking out and forehead all wrinkled up. Yup, still Kris.
“I’m trying to get over the fact you’re a girl, dude. What the hell happened?” Adam looks at the pile of fan gifts and suddenly tosses the elephant as if its burning him. “Are one of these jinxed?”
“Yeah. The plaid penguin. I touched it and bam! I was a girl. Fan left a note saying it was really for you, to have the best of both worlds. I think she’s a Hannah Montana and a Wizards of Waverly Place fan.” Kris is rather calm about all this, wandering back into the bathroom to run some product through her hair, tugging at the ends until they’re spiky and every which way.
Adam’s unsure if he should be more worried about the double Disney Channel references or the fact some fan jinxed a stuffed animal to turn Kris into a girl for Adam’s benefit. “I think she has her heart in the right place, but as I’ve said. I’m gay. So yeah, you’re hot, but not my type anymore. What a shame.” He leans against the doorframe and watches Kris poke and prod at herself, cataloging the similarities and differences. “Feel different?”
Kris catches Adam’s gaze in the mirror, her hand hovering over her chest like she’s unsure if she should be feeling herself up, but Adam can see when it clicks in Kris’ mind, -Adam doesn’t like girls so it doesn’t matter- and just grabs a handful of herself. “Warmer. Things smell better. You by the way, smell so much better. No wonder you’ve got all these crazy older ladies throwing themselves at you. That stuff is dangerous, man.”
“Huh. You check anything out yet? Or am I privileged enough to explore with you?” That sounded better in his head, but Adam’s known for saying things that don’t make sense anyway. He’s okay with it. Now that he’s actually thinking about it, it would be cool to figure out a girl from a guy’s perspective. Or, a guy’s brain in a girl’s body, whatever.
Kris’ reflection scowls at him, and her hand drops down to rub at the front of her jeans. The motion has Adam’s dick stirring to attention, but he reminds himself that what he wishes is there isn’t there anymore. “Fan said it would only last for six hours, so to get busy and get busy… Or something. Figure I’ll fake something to skip the interviews, then ride it out here. You however, are due to talk to the press, so, no. You cannot ‘explore’-” Kris is doing honest to goodness air quotes here and Adam can’t hold in his laughter, “with me and stop laughing!”
Adam retreats to the bedroom and whips out his phone, spending the next ten minutes calling their handlers and some producers and other people to explain just why him and Kris can’t do interviews this afternoon without saying anything about the fact Kris is a girl. Finally he has to give up and call one of the executive producers and tell the truth, and the suit brings down the law and everyone promptly shuts up about it and Adam and Kris have the whole afternoon and evening off.
“I just wrecked your reason, big boss says take the day, get a massage, go shopping. Get our nails done, oh my god, can we?” Adam goes back into the bathroom to find Kris with her hand down her pants, oh my god. Her hand is down her pants, Adam can see the tiny bones in her tiny wrist flexing and her face is lax and blessed out and she’s making these noises that have Adam questioning his percentage of gayness because they are hitting all his buttons with a sledgehammer. “What are you doing?”
Her eyes flutter open and she drags her gaze up to meet his. She’s propped up on the counter, thighs spread and one hand behind her to hold herself up. It looks like every man’s -except Adam in theory- fantasy, watching a hot as fuck girl get herself off. But it’s still Kris, and Adam should only really be getting off on this if Kris was still a boy, but she’s not so he shouldn’t but he is. Oh he is, and now he’s there, crowding Kris back until her back bumps against the mirror and his hand reaches between them to pop the button on her jeans.
“Katy was so not kidding when she said girl orgasms are better.” Adam slides his fingers alongside hers, dipping into the hot wetness between her legs, eyes trained on Kris’ face as she stutters out a moan and nearly brains herself on the mirror when she throws her head back. “Multiple orgasms are everything Cosmo says they are.” Adam wonders when Kris had the time to read Cosmo and then remembers Kris was in the bathroom for ten minutes before he came out. “You gotta try this, go get the penguin.” Her face is smooth, incredibly soft as Adam leans in to nuzzle against her cheek, dragging his mouth along her jaw line and then nibbling on her ear.
“I was thinking more like I should grab my dildo and I should fuck you with it. Then you could take my girl virginity. Then six hours from now you should let me fuck you when you’re boy Kris again. Just so I can tell the difference in straight sex and gay sex. For scientific purposes, of course.”
Kris fixes him with a long stare, then she cracks a smile and leans up until she’s leaning against his chest, warmth emanating from her tiny body. “For scientific purposes. Katy won’t mind. Because after that you can touch the penguin and we’ll do it all over again.”
“For scientific purposes.”
“Of course.”
“I wonder if it will turn girls into boys too.”
“We could try, all in the name of science.”
“When’s the fastest Katy could get here?”
Title: Genderswap!Kris
Author: my_atlantis
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1540
Pairing: Adam/Girl!Kris
Summary: "Kris as a girl isn't much different from Kris as a boy."
Kris as a girl isn’t much different from Kris as a boy. True, she now has boobs, perky but small, and these hips that flare out into his hands, and she’s thinner, less muscled and so slight Adam thinks he could blow her over with a heavy sigh. She still makes the same adorable, scrunched up facial expressions, and hops around to music like she’s got springs in her feet. There’s really not much difference that it takes Adam a full ten minutes to notice something’s off when he drops by Kris’ room before the arranged Idol brunch downstairs with all kinds of press people before the start of the tour.
He’s rummaging through the eclectic pile of gifts from fans thrown on the other bed and hears Kris come out of the bathroom, but he doesn’t turn around because he’s learned from experience that Kris hates dressing while still in the bathroom. Kris claims its something about trying to put on clothes when still wet, and so Adam has often come this close to seeing Kris totally buck naked, oh who is he kidding. Its happened a lot of times, but Adam has at least to /try/ not to ogle his best friend.
“So that brings the total number of stuffed animals to what- at least two hundred?” Adam picks up a bright blue elephant with sad plastic eyes and turns around. “Are they trying to send you a subliminal message or something….” He drifts off because. Wow. Kris Allen is a girl. Or he totally slept with a girl that looks just like him only with these curvy hips and boobs but still the same softly disheveled hair and brown eyes that belong on a puppy and not a human being. In which case, Adam calls kicking his ass for cheating on Katy, once she’s done with him of course. “Kris? Are you a girl? Or are you a slut I should totally catfight with for home wrecking the Allens?”
Her nose scrunches up, still reaching for the outfit carefully laid out on the bed, hovering above a pair of boxers then skipping over them and going straight for the jeans. She tugs them on with a small hop and a shimmy, the fit is tighter around her hips than they are around boy Kris’, shrugging on a plaid button up and doing the buttons all the way up to her chin. She still hasn’t spoken by this point, just pointedly glaring at Adam the entire time, who’s still watching with rapt fascination. This ends awesomely either way, either his best friend is now a girl which hello- shopping time! Or he gets to choke a bitch. Awesome.
“Its not polite to stare, you know. And I thought you were gonna try to stop ogling me when I’m naked. Besides,” she bends over to slide on some socks and shoes, and damm does that ass still look fantastic, even when its attached to a girl. Adam can appreciate hotness when he sees it, he just won’t fool around with it if it has girl parts, is all. “I’m no longer a guy so on principle you can’t crush on me.” Definitely Kris. She straightens and glances at him over her shoulder, tongue sticking out and forehead all wrinkled up. Yup, still Kris.
“I’m trying to get over the fact you’re a girl, dude. What the hell happened?” Adam looks at the pile of fan gifts and suddenly tosses the elephant as if its burning him. “Are one of these jinxed?”
“Yeah. The plaid penguin. I touched it and bam! I was a girl. Fan left a note saying it was really for you, to have the best of both worlds. I think she’s a Hannah Montana and a Wizards of Waverly Place fan.” Kris is rather calm about all this, wandering back into the bathroom to run some product through her hair, tugging at the ends until they’re spiky and every which way.
Adam’s unsure if he should be more worried about the double Disney Channel references or the fact some fan jinxed a stuffed animal to turn Kris into a girl for Adam’s benefit. “I think she has her heart in the right place, but as I’ve said. I’m gay. So yeah, you’re hot, but not my type anymore. What a shame.” He leans against the doorframe and watches Kris poke and prod at herself, cataloging the similarities and differences. “Feel different?”
Kris catches Adam’s gaze in the mirror, her hand hovering over her chest like she’s unsure if she should be feeling herself up, but Adam can see when it clicks in Kris’ mind, -Adam doesn’t like girls so it doesn’t matter- and just grabs a handful of herself. “Warmer. Things smell better. You by the way, smell so much better. No wonder you’ve got all these crazy older ladies throwing themselves at you. That stuff is dangerous, man.”
“Huh. You check anything out yet? Or am I privileged enough to explore with you?” That sounded better in his head, but Adam’s known for saying things that don’t make sense anyway. He’s okay with it. Now that he’s actually thinking about it, it would be cool to figure out a girl from a guy’s perspective. Or, a guy’s brain in a girl’s body, whatever.
Kris’ reflection scowls at him, and her hand drops down to rub at the front of her jeans. The motion has Adam’s dick stirring to attention, but he reminds himself that what he wishes is there isn’t there anymore. “Fan said it would only last for six hours, so to get busy and get busy… Or something. Figure I’ll fake something to skip the interviews, then ride it out here. You however, are due to talk to the press, so, no. You cannot ‘explore’-” Kris is doing honest to goodness air quotes here and Adam can’t hold in his laughter, “with me and stop laughing!”
Adam retreats to the bedroom and whips out his phone, spending the next ten minutes calling their handlers and some producers and other people to explain just why him and Kris can’t do interviews this afternoon without saying anything about the fact Kris is a girl. Finally he has to give up and call one of the executive producers and tell the truth, and the suit brings down the law and everyone promptly shuts up about it and Adam and Kris have the whole afternoon and evening off.
“I just wrecked your reason, big boss says take the day, get a massage, go shopping. Get our nails done, oh my god, can we?” Adam goes back into the bathroom to find Kris with her hand down her pants, oh my god. Her hand is down her pants, Adam can see the tiny bones in her tiny wrist flexing and her face is lax and blessed out and she’s making these noises that have Adam questioning his percentage of gayness because they are hitting all his buttons with a sledgehammer. “What are you doing?”
Her eyes flutter open and she drags her gaze up to meet his. She’s propped up on the counter, thighs spread and one hand behind her to hold herself up. It looks like every man’s -except Adam in theory- fantasy, watching a hot as fuck girl get herself off. But it’s still Kris, and Adam should only really be getting off on this if Kris was still a boy, but she’s not so he shouldn’t but he is. Oh he is, and now he’s there, crowding Kris back until her back bumps against the mirror and his hand reaches between them to pop the button on her jeans.
“Katy was so not kidding when she said girl orgasms are better.” Adam slides his fingers alongside hers, dipping into the hot wetness between her legs, eyes trained on Kris’ face as she stutters out a moan and nearly brains herself on the mirror when she throws her head back. “Multiple orgasms are everything Cosmo says they are.” Adam wonders when Kris had the time to read Cosmo and then remembers Kris was in the bathroom for ten minutes before he came out. “You gotta try this, go get the penguin.” Her face is smooth, incredibly soft as Adam leans in to nuzzle against her cheek, dragging his mouth along her jaw line and then nibbling on her ear.
“I was thinking more like I should grab my dildo and I should fuck you with it. Then you could take my girl virginity. Then six hours from now you should let me fuck you when you’re boy Kris again. Just so I can tell the difference in straight sex and gay sex. For scientific purposes, of course.”
Kris fixes him with a long stare, then she cracks a smile and leans up until she’s leaning against his chest, warmth emanating from her tiny body. “For scientific purposes. Katy won’t mind. Because after that you can touch the penguin and we’ll do it all over again.”
“For scientific purposes.”
“Of course.”
“I wonder if it will turn girls into boys too.”
“We could try, all in the name of science.”
“When’s the fastest Katy could get here?”