Just Because (Kon/Bart, PG, cliche-a-thon #4 - genderswap)
Title: Just Because
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Bart
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Another for
cero_ate 's cliche-a-thon challenge. Kon and Bart have taken over my brain.
Feedback: I'd love it.
Word Count: 400
“Um… Bart?”
He gave his best friend a suspicious stare when he walked into the common room. Bart looked up from the bowl of popcorn he was decimating, and smiled at him.
It was a lot… prettier than usual.
“Yeah. There was thing magic thing. It turns out this kid in my class was really studying black magic in his basement instead of just being weird and reading crappy poetry.” He took a breath. “It should reverse in a couple days.”
He was staring. Totally staring. Shamelessly, even, but it wasn’t every day one of your friends was gender-swapped, and it turned out Bart made a really pretty girl.
His hair was long again, in a completely different way than it was when he was Impulse, and he was out of costume wearing a skirt he was sure belonged to Cassie, and really showed off just what running did to his legs.
“Kon? Kon?” Bart had zipped up next to him and was waving a hand in front of his face. “You’re kind of staring. A lot. More than Tim did.”
He blinked. “Dude. You’re a girl.”
“Yeah, that’s what the spell was supposed to do. I really have no idea why it was *me*, but well, better than some normal kid, right?”
“Yeah,” he said slowly.
Bart had pulled a can of soda out of nowhere and was gulping it down almost too fast for Kon to see. He blinked again, and Bart had apparently left and was back with a galleon of ice cream.
He watched him lick ice cream off his lips for a while, and decided this really wasn’t such a bad thing.
Bart had breasts, small and round and perfectly matched to his slim hips and slimmer waist.
“You’re like this for a few days?” he asked before he could stop himself.
He nodded. “Uhuh. You okay, Kon?”
He probably should have said something before he kissed Bart, but with the difference between subjective and relative time he figured he had enough time to adjust.
That was proven right when Bart broke away after a second, and said, “Oh. Is this just because I have breasts?”
“Um,” Kon hesitated. “Maybe?”
Bart nodded. “Cool.” And kissed Kon.
Author: Mimic
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Bart
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't play for keeps. DC owns them.
Notes: Another for
cero_ate 's cliche-a-thon challenge. Kon and Bart have taken over my brain.
Feedback: I'd love it.
Word Count: 400
“Um… Bart?”
He gave his best friend a suspicious stare when he walked into the common room. Bart looked up from the bowl of popcorn he was decimating, and smiled at him.
It was a lot… prettier than usual.
“Yeah. There was thing magic thing. It turns out this kid in my class was really studying black magic in his basement instead of just being weird and reading crappy poetry.” He took a breath. “It should reverse in a couple days.”
He was staring. Totally staring. Shamelessly, even, but it wasn’t every day one of your friends was gender-swapped, and it turned out Bart made a really pretty girl.
His hair was long again, in a completely different way than it was when he was Impulse, and he was out of costume wearing a skirt he was sure belonged to Cassie, and really showed off just what running did to his legs.
“Kon? Kon?” Bart had zipped up next to him and was waving a hand in front of his face. “You’re kind of staring. A lot. More than Tim did.”
He blinked. “Dude. You’re a girl.”
“Yeah, that’s what the spell was supposed to do. I really have no idea why it was *me*, but well, better than some normal kid, right?”
“Yeah,” he said slowly.
Bart had pulled a can of soda out of nowhere and was gulping it down almost too fast for Kon to see. He blinked again, and Bart had apparently left and was back with a galleon of ice cream.
He watched him lick ice cream off his lips for a while, and decided this really wasn’t such a bad thing.
Bart had breasts, small and round and perfectly matched to his slim hips and slimmer waist.
“You’re like this for a few days?” he asked before he could stop himself.
He nodded. “Uhuh. You okay, Kon?”
He probably should have said something before he kissed Bart, but with the difference between subjective and relative time he figured he had enough time to adjust.
That was proven right when Bart broke away after a second, and said, “Oh. Is this just because I have breasts?”
“Um,” Kon hesitated. “Maybe?”
Bart nodded. “Cool.” And kissed Kon.