The Devil Wears Prada - 1/2!
What up, bishes?
It's March 18th, and you know what that means!
ACHEM.
/reads off her note cards
Welcome to the first annual (maybe?) "Ranma 1/2 fusion fic, wherein Andy genderbends liek woah" fic, appropriately titled...
The Devil Wears Prada - 1/2!
So, without further ado...
Title: The Devil Wears Prada - 1/2!
Author: ashaelia, the "other team captain"
Rating: Heck if I know, lolz. PG-13 to start, probably R, if only for comedic situations involving naughty bits :O
Pairings: Cracked out. That's all you really need to know at this point, amirite?
Dedicated to: Diet Mountain Dew Code Red. ILUBB
ETA: Yosh, sorry sorry! There's more than one chapter, lolz. For those who do not know the wonder of Ranma 1/2, here is a wiki link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ranma_%C2%BD
:D
For a city that never slept, a lot of New York's citizens still followed the normal routine of getting up in the morning and preparing to face the day. Showering, shaving, nipping and tucking, eating a quick breakfast before racing out the door to catch the subway, or a cab, or whatever mode of transportation they could find... almost all of them heading out for another daily grind.
Or in Andy Sach's case, heading out to interview for a chance at working the "daily grind."
She grumbled as her alarm went off, and she reached out to smack the "snooze" button one!last!time! That involved rolling over, however, and when she did so, she winced as something was squished between her legs. One chocolate brown eye popped wide open in surprise, and the hand that was about to toss the alarm clock across the room slowly retreated under the covers and down below her waist, where she made a... well, a not so startling discovery.
"You've gotta be kidding me," she whispered, wincing at the gravely, masculine voice that emerged from her mouth. She turned to her bedmate, who was sleeping soundly next to her. "Hey, Nate?"
"...mmm?" A young, shaggy-haired man yawned, and then squinted over at Andy. "What's up?"
She pushed down the covers, revealing a flat chest, with a nice set of pecs and a washboard stomach that most people would kill for. "Do you remember what happened last night?"
Nate blinked, and looked at her again, a bit more closely. "Um. The fire alarm went off, so we ran out into the hallway. Then the sprinklers shot off. You were so tired you just shrugged it off when the false alarm was over with, and we went back to bed." He looked her over, and yawned again. "I told you to jump in the shower, but did you listen to me? No. So don't be surprised about your morning wood."
"..." Andy threw off the rest of the covers, and was glad to see she at least had enough common sense to put some boxers on. She wasn't pleased about the pitched tent, however. "This is not an auspicious start to what's supposed to be my auspicious day."
Nate sat up, resigned to the fact that his girlf-- boyf-- significant other? -- was going to keep him up till she left for her interviews, and shrugged. "Well, hey - maybe it's a sign that you should go with Auto Universe, eh?"
Andy grunted and stood up, scratching herself in the process. "Oh, c'mon! Just because I have a stick sometimes doesn't mean I know how to use the damn thing... and that goes for cars, too!"
Nate guffawed, and followed Andy out of bed so he could start making breakfast. "I can see it now - 'Muscle cars and the women that love them - an exclusive by Andrew Sachs'!"
"I hate you so much right now, it's not even funny," Andy muttered. She headed to the bathroom and started running water for a shower, cranking up the hot water faucet as high as it would go.
She ignored his guffaws and cleaned up as quickly as she could, sighing in relief as the pair she had below the waist disappeared and her flat chest filled out with a nice pair of C-cup breasts. When she emerged, she put the boxers back on and towel-dried her hair, waltzing out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. "Much better," she sighed. She stopped short when Nate paused to stare at her, nearly fumbling the hot skillet in his hands. "What's the matter now?" she asked, slightly peeved.
"... you know, just because I'M used to your Mighty Gender Morphin' Ranger routine doesn't mean our neighbors are." Nate gestured to an open window, where Andy could see an older couple from across the way stare openly at her. "You might want to put a robe on, hon."
"Dammit!"
--
Andy finished up her make-up and her interview ensemble in record time - well, for her, anyway - and raced out the door. As much as she wanted to enjoy the breakfast Nate made for her, her stomach was too upset to handle it, and she passed on it in favor of a cup of coffee and some mad dashing around their tiny studio apartment to get ready.
So of course, as soon as she started heading towards Elias-Clarke, her stomach growled.
She decided that maybe a starchy bagel would both fill her up and settle her upset stomach, so she made a quick detour to one of her favorite bagel shops. She knew that bagels weren't exactly the healthiest thing to eat at times, but she figured she kept up with the family arts enough that she could afford to indulge every once in a while. She was planning on getting a whole wheat bagel with light cream cheese, when a taxi cab raced by her -
- and splashed her with a huge wave of cold, dirty rain water.
Andy stood there for a moment, allowing the change to occur, and looked down. Sure enough, her C-cup was gone, and she was packing a big ol' salami under her skirt. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and instead of seeing a young woman's face, a young male visage greeted her.
Andy rolled his eyes and shook his head, and waltzed into the bagel shop, regardless how he looked, and stared at the menu.
"What would you like today, sir?" the young cashier greeted Andy, nonplussed at the soaked skirt and sweater.
Andy shook his head, and sighed. "Today's already off to a great start, so I might as well add to it. One onion bagel, with extra cream cheese, please." He pulled out his wallet from his purse, and paid the total due. "Mind if I use your bathroom? I had a nasty run-in with some muddy water, and I have a job interview today."
The cashier shook his head, and Andy headed to the restrooms. His gaze shifted from one door to the other. "Screw it, I'm using the ladies' room," he muttered. "Just because I have to see my gear doesn't mean I want to see theirs as well."
He locked the door, stripped down, and cranked the hot water as far as it would go. Ten minutes later, Andy was finished washing up. She looked at her clothes, rung them out as best she could, and put most of them back on. She had to ditch the ruined blazer, though - she doubted Auto Universe would appreciate the oil-stained garment, even if she did end up working for them. She walked over and grabbed her bagel, smirking as the cashier looked at her in total befuddlement. "Thanks for holding that for me. Have a good day!"
Andy devoured her bagel as she raced to the high-rise building, shaking her head.
Today can't get any worse, right?
----
Bwuahahahaha! Turn in next Wednesday to see what happens next!
/ashes
"I'm the other team captain, and I choose you, too!"
It's March 18th, and you know what that means!
ACHEM.
/reads off her note cards
Welcome to the first annual (maybe?) "Ranma 1/2 fusion fic, wherein Andy genderbends liek woah" fic, appropriately titled...
The Devil Wears Prada - 1/2!
So, without further ado...
Title: The Devil Wears Prada - 1/2!
Author: ashaelia, the "other team captain"
Rating: Heck if I know, lolz. PG-13 to start, probably R, if only for comedic situations involving naughty bits :O
Pairings: Cracked out. That's all you really need to know at this point, amirite?
Dedicated to: Diet Mountain Dew Code Red. ILUBB
ETA: Yosh, sorry sorry! There's more than one chapter, lolz. For those who do not know the wonder of Ranma 1/2, here is a wiki link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ranma_%C2%BD
:D
For a city that never slept, a lot of New York's citizens still followed the normal routine of getting up in the morning and preparing to face the day. Showering, shaving, nipping and tucking, eating a quick breakfast before racing out the door to catch the subway, or a cab, or whatever mode of transportation they could find... almost all of them heading out for another daily grind.
Or in Andy Sach's case, heading out to interview for a chance at working the "daily grind."
She grumbled as her alarm went off, and she reached out to smack the "snooze" button one!last!time! That involved rolling over, however, and when she did so, she winced as something was squished between her legs. One chocolate brown eye popped wide open in surprise, and the hand that was about to toss the alarm clock across the room slowly retreated under the covers and down below her waist, where she made a... well, a not so startling discovery.
"You've gotta be kidding me," she whispered, wincing at the gravely, masculine voice that emerged from her mouth. She turned to her bedmate, who was sleeping soundly next to her. "Hey, Nate?"
"...mmm?" A young, shaggy-haired man yawned, and then squinted over at Andy. "What's up?"
She pushed down the covers, revealing a flat chest, with a nice set of pecs and a washboard stomach that most people would kill for. "Do you remember what happened last night?"
Nate blinked, and looked at her again, a bit more closely. "Um. The fire alarm went off, so we ran out into the hallway. Then the sprinklers shot off. You were so tired you just shrugged it off when the false alarm was over with, and we went back to bed." He looked her over, and yawned again. "I told you to jump in the shower, but did you listen to me? No. So don't be surprised about your morning wood."
"..." Andy threw off the rest of the covers, and was glad to see she at least had enough common sense to put some boxers on. She wasn't pleased about the pitched tent, however. "This is not an auspicious start to what's supposed to be my auspicious day."
Nate sat up, resigned to the fact that his girlf-- boyf-- significant other? -- was going to keep him up till she left for her interviews, and shrugged. "Well, hey - maybe it's a sign that you should go with Auto Universe, eh?"
Andy grunted and stood up, scratching herself in the process. "Oh, c'mon! Just because I have a stick sometimes doesn't mean I know how to use the damn thing... and that goes for cars, too!"
Nate guffawed, and followed Andy out of bed so he could start making breakfast. "I can see it now - 'Muscle cars and the women that love them - an exclusive by Andrew Sachs'!"
"I hate you so much right now, it's not even funny," Andy muttered. She headed to the bathroom and started running water for a shower, cranking up the hot water faucet as high as it would go.
She ignored his guffaws and cleaned up as quickly as she could, sighing in relief as the pair she had below the waist disappeared and her flat chest filled out with a nice pair of C-cup breasts. When she emerged, she put the boxers back on and towel-dried her hair, waltzing out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. "Much better," she sighed. She stopped short when Nate paused to stare at her, nearly fumbling the hot skillet in his hands. "What's the matter now?" she asked, slightly peeved.
"... you know, just because I'M used to your Mighty Gender Morphin' Ranger routine doesn't mean our neighbors are." Nate gestured to an open window, where Andy could see an older couple from across the way stare openly at her. "You might want to put a robe on, hon."
"Dammit!"
--
Andy finished up her make-up and her interview ensemble in record time - well, for her, anyway - and raced out the door. As much as she wanted to enjoy the breakfast Nate made for her, her stomach was too upset to handle it, and she passed on it in favor of a cup of coffee and some mad dashing around their tiny studio apartment to get ready.
So of course, as soon as she started heading towards Elias-Clarke, her stomach growled.
She decided that maybe a starchy bagel would both fill her up and settle her upset stomach, so she made a quick detour to one of her favorite bagel shops. She knew that bagels weren't exactly the healthiest thing to eat at times, but she figured she kept up with the family arts enough that she could afford to indulge every once in a while. She was planning on getting a whole wheat bagel with light cream cheese, when a taxi cab raced by her -
- and splashed her with a huge wave of cold, dirty rain water.
Andy stood there for a moment, allowing the change to occur, and looked down. Sure enough, her C-cup was gone, and she was packing a big ol' salami under her skirt. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and instead of seeing a young woman's face, a young male visage greeted her.
Andy rolled his eyes and shook his head, and waltzed into the bagel shop, regardless how he looked, and stared at the menu.
"What would you like today, sir?" the young cashier greeted Andy, nonplussed at the soaked skirt and sweater.
Andy shook his head, and sighed. "Today's already off to a great start, so I might as well add to it. One onion bagel, with extra cream cheese, please." He pulled out his wallet from his purse, and paid the total due. "Mind if I use your bathroom? I had a nasty run-in with some muddy water, and I have a job interview today."
The cashier shook his head, and Andy headed to the restrooms. His gaze shifted from one door to the other. "Screw it, I'm using the ladies' room," he muttered. "Just because I have to see my gear doesn't mean I want to see theirs as well."
He locked the door, stripped down, and cranked the hot water as far as it would go. Ten minutes later, Andy was finished washing up. She looked at her clothes, rung them out as best she could, and put most of them back on. She had to ditch the ruined blazer, though - she doubted Auto Universe would appreciate the oil-stained garment, even if she did end up working for them. She walked over and grabbed her bagel, smirking as the cashier looked at her in total befuddlement. "Thanks for holding that for me. Have a good day!"
Andy devoured her bagel as she raced to the high-rise building, shaking her head.
Today can't get any worse, right?
----
Bwuahahahaha! Turn in next Wednesday to see what happens next!
/ashes
"I'm the other team captain, and I choose you, too!"