DCU Fic: Lady Pieces (Tim/Kon)
Title: Lady Pieces
Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Rating/Warnings: PG for genderswitching
Word Count: 2071
Summary: Sequel to Un-Dysphoria
Friday:
"I'm not going to wear that."
It's a normal night at the Tower.
"Oh come on, Tim!"
...As normal as a night at the Tower gets.
"How many times do I have to explain..."
"Gender binary, blah blah, construction, blah identity blah. We've heard it. Wear the dress."
Tim looks at the dress that Cassie is brandishing as if it were a lasso of magical electric girlishness. He looks at Bart (who is mostly interested in getting another look at Tim's breasts) and at Gar (who is pretending not to be involved in anything). No help in sight.
When he thinks about it, Tim is glad that his friends have managed to adjust so quickly to the changes in his body. Admittedly he doesn't look very much different at all and they tend to forget, but it's still nice.
Tim counts himself lucky that Starfire and Cyborg are away on something-uninteresting and he doesn't have to deal with the paternal concern (Vic) or the confusion (Kory). There have been enough 'authority' figures worried about his mental health lately.
Really, he's been turned into a girl. He's not dead or tortured or injured in any way. It hadn't warranted a visit from Superman.
Tim isn't nearly as attached to his masculinity as the rest of the superhero community seems to be, his acceptance of the current situation is proof of that. But that doesn't mean he's completely disconnected from it. He just doesn't need to have a penis to be himself.
Tim's acceptance of his penis-less state doesn't mean that he's comfortable with being squeezed into the latest female haute-couture. But in the interest of team-building he's decided to go along with it. Tim does a lot of things in the interest of team building.
Bart fights badly when he's in a pout, after all.
Tim sighs, "Fine. Give me the dress."
"Yes!"
The dress itself could be considered classy (it's black and strapless, with a loose neckline that doesn't flash nearly as much cleavage as Tim thought it would) if it wasn't so very short, reaching a place on his thighs that leaves Tim concerned for the visibility of his...
It's a short dress.
Short and tight, which leaves Tim feeling more than a little uncomfortable. They really could have picked a better style, he thinks, because he's got no curves to speak of.
Aesthetically speaking of course. Tim doesn't care whether the dress looks good or not.
He comes out of the bathroom because he knows that Cassie will just come in after him if he doesn't, tugging sharply at the hem and trying to keep his legs as close together as possible.
He's confronted upon his return to the living room by a wildly cheering (and whistling) Cassie and Gar. Bart is also pretty excited, although more about the fabric of the dress than anything. Tim is starting to think that Bart's enthusiasm over his sudden sex-change is not quite as breast-oriented as he'd previously believed.
It's not that bad. Even though there's a breeze and Tim feels nearly naked and vulnerable.
"You realize that you could be doing me irreparable psychological harm by further injuring my masculinity." It has to be pointed out.
"What masculinity?" Gar asks, "I mean, you're might not be wearing the Traditional Panties but that doesn't mean you aren't still Robin."
Point. Tim's eyes narrow, "I'm giving my therapist your credit card."
"Spin!" Bart cries, "Spin around so we can see the back!"
Tim spins.
"Dude! Who's the foxy-- Tim?!"
Kon (arriving late to the Tower, again) is stopped dead in the doorway, his eyes wide.
"Uh..." Tim tugs harder on the hem of the dress, "Hi Kon."
"You're... A chick."
Bart giggles and Tim glares at him. The glare is only slightly less effective in formal wear.
"I thought we'd covered this."
"Well, yeah." Kon says, "But seeing your tits that one time and you telling me about it are not the same as this."
He looks a little freaked out, and Tim can't blame him, it's weird as hell.
"I'm going to go take this off."
"What?" Bart cries, "No! We haven't tried the shoes yet!"
Tim levels his best Bat-glare in Bart's direction, "I'm taking it off."
He spins and stomps back towards the bathroom, his head held high and his skirt riding up.
Alone in front of the mirror, Tim looks himself up and down, taking in the effect of the dress on his body. He doesn't look like himself, Kon's reaction makes that clear. The fabric clings, creating slight curves where there are normally straight lines. Something about the neckline highlights the fine bone structure of his jaw.
He has cleavage.
Tim suppresses a shudder and quickly strips the dress off, tossing it into a corner as he starts to once again don his binding and armor. He hadn't ever thought about the way he looked (much) before being turned female. The femaleness hadn't even bothered him really.
At least not until today. The sight of himself looking so very female in front of K-- his friends had left him feeling unsettled, confused, uncomfortable.
He pauses once he's gotten into his tights, his chest still bare, and spends a moment contemplating his breasts. They're small and perky and (he reaches up to touch a nipple) sensitive. Nice breasts. The sort of breasts that Tim might once have appreciated from afar. The sort of breasts that K-- certain people Tim knows appreciate from close-up. Appreciate loudly.
He hates them.
Tim briefly wishes that he had tried harder to fix the problem, instead of focusing on getting street-ready. He didn't think it would bother him...
...But the way he felt in the dress. The way Kon had looked at him. Tim feels a little shudder of something unpleasant. He feels grimy and unnatural. Incomplete.
Once he's back into the comforting weight of his uniform, Tim feels a lot more like himself, flat chest and all. He smiles at himself in the mirror, and heads back outside.
Saturday:
Kon is watching him.
It takes him nearly three hours to notice, but it becomes very clear that Kon has been studying him since breakfast.
At one point Tim feels the distinct tingle of x-ray vision.
He knows that it's most likely the fault of the Dress Incident and that Kon is probably way more wigged out by the turned-female thing than Tim had previously thought. It makes sense.
Tim is wigging a little bit too, after all.
And really, the fault it his. He let Cassie and Bart dress him up even though he knew that it would likely make his recent changes more real to everyone. He hadn't thought that it would have that effect on him, but his recent discomfort is a perfect example of what he had expected from his teammates.
It's perfectly understandable for Kon to be a little bit weird about him now.
Understandable, but not something that Tim can let slide. He's going to have to talk about it, for the good of the team and maybe (just a little) because the thought of not being (near) friends with Kon makes him want to cry.
The problem is that Kon, apparently, doesn't want to talk.
Tim tries to open up the conversation at lunch.
"Hey... Kon. Could I talk to--"
"Can't talk now, Timmy, there's ninjas attacking downtown."
Tries again in the living room a half an hour later.
"Kon..."
"I think I hear Clark calling. He probably needs me to... help him lift cows... or something. Bye!"
Tries again just before everyone heads to bed.
"I'd like to--"
"Jello, Tim. I'm eating jello."
What kind of a response is that? Tim feels frustration looming as Kon once again blows him off and speeds away.
It's obvious that Kon is having a hard time with Tim's sudden(-ish) transition. Talking is very, very necessary.
"Kon."
"Hey! Tim. Listen, I've got to--"
"If you don't shut up and listen I'm going to get out the kryptonite."
"--sit and listen apparently. Can I, uh, help you?"
Tim takes a deep breath, "I think we need to talk about how you're feeling."
"What?!"
No one ever said that Tim was good at these heart-to-hearts.
"Are you okay? With me? I mean, with... everything?" Tim makes a futile gesture that encompasses his whole body.
"Yeah." Kon says, "Yes! I mean, why wouldn't I be. You're... Ummm."
Tim smiles. It's awkward (he's never been good at smiling).
"It just seems like you're a little weird about this."
"I'm not weird! Not me." He weird.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Tim says, "Or, talk to me about, I guess?"
Kon's eyes shift around the room, settling nowhere, especially not on Tim's face. "I just..."
Tim nods encouragingly.
"You..." Kon takes a deep breath, "You're hot."
That was not what Tim had been expecting.
"What?"
"I saw you. In the dress, you know? And you were so hot. And now I can't stop thinking about it, even when you're not wearing the dress and I-- I--"
Kon finishes his sentence by grabbing Tim by the shoulders and kissing him. Hard.
It lasts for a good thirty seconds before Kon lets go, panting, and Tim doesn't know how to feel. He should like this. He has, after all, fantasized about such an occurrence (many times) before.
He certainly feels something. Something like anger. Disappointment? Betrayal?
Tim does the only thing he can think of to do.
He leaves.
Sunday:
Tim and Kon don't talk again until everyone else has gone home. They battle with some kind of strange space-thing and play video games with Bart and Gar and they say nothing direct to each other all day.
It's awkward as hell.
Bart and Cassie certainly notice, becoming more reserved and quiet as the day goes on.
Tim still doesn't know how to feel. He'd spent the night curled around his own (wrong) body, wondering why Kon had decided to kiss him. Wondering whether Kon would have decided to kiss him without the breasts.
Tim is waiting on the roof for Batman to come pick him up when Kon finally approaches.
"I'm sorry." He says by way of greeting, "Can we... Can we just forget about it?"
Tim has done a lot of thinking. He doesn't want to forget about it, but he doesn't know what to say. He never knows what to say when he's dealing with Tim-stuff and not Robin-stuff.
"I just..." Kon sighs and rubs a hand through his hair in frustration, "I really like you."
There's that feeling again. Tim frowns.
"No you don't." He says, because it's true.
"What? Dude! You can't just deny it!"
Tim locks eyes with Kon (it's harder than it sounds), "Yes I can." He says in his Calm Robin voice "You don't actually like me."
"I think I would know if I--"
"I'm not a girl, Kon!" Tim says and he's shouting even though his voice doesn't rise, "You like girls and you saw me dressed like one once and you liked it. But I'm not a girl."
"Tim I--"
"Are you gay?"
"No!" It's instant, the sort of reaction that Tim would expect from most of his high school class. It hurts more than any schoolyard slurs could have.
"Well then you don't like me." It's a cold, harsh, bat way of putting it, but it's true. Tim feels something in his chest like disappointment, but chillier.
"What if I did though?"
Tim snorts, "You don't."
"But what if I did?" Kon demands, "What if I wasn't gay or-- or straight. What if I just liked you?"
Tim wants desperately to believe because he's never felt much for anyone (besides Stephanie) and he's never felt quite so sexually interested before. He doesn't really want to hope.
"I'm not a girl." He says again, "Not even a little. If you want to go out with me, or whatever, it has to be boy-me."
Kon nods, a little prematurely in Tim's opinion, "Can we try anyway?"
The batplane is landing, tossing Tim's hair about as he considers the question. Bruce is waiting for him.
"I let you know." He tells Kon.
Tim turns to Bruce as they lift off and says, in an offhand a way as he can, "How is that magical research coming on? I'd kind of like my-- body back."
Continued with Porn! This way!
Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairing: Tim/Kon
Rating/Warnings: PG for genderswitching
Word Count: 2071
Summary: Sequel to Un-Dysphoria
Friday:
"I'm not going to wear that."
It's a normal night at the Tower.
"Oh come on, Tim!"
...As normal as a night at the Tower gets.
"How many times do I have to explain..."
"Gender binary, blah blah, construction, blah identity blah. We've heard it. Wear the dress."
Tim looks at the dress that Cassie is brandishing as if it were a lasso of magical electric girlishness. He looks at Bart (who is mostly interested in getting another look at Tim's breasts) and at Gar (who is pretending not to be involved in anything). No help in sight.
When he thinks about it, Tim is glad that his friends have managed to adjust so quickly to the changes in his body. Admittedly he doesn't look very much different at all and they tend to forget, but it's still nice.
Tim counts himself lucky that Starfire and Cyborg are away on something-uninteresting and he doesn't have to deal with the paternal concern (Vic) or the confusion (Kory). There have been enough 'authority' figures worried about his mental health lately.
Really, he's been turned into a girl. He's not dead or tortured or injured in any way. It hadn't warranted a visit from Superman.
Tim isn't nearly as attached to his masculinity as the rest of the superhero community seems to be, his acceptance of the current situation is proof of that. But that doesn't mean he's completely disconnected from it. He just doesn't need to have a penis to be himself.
Tim's acceptance of his penis-less state doesn't mean that he's comfortable with being squeezed into the latest female haute-couture. But in the interest of team-building he's decided to go along with it. Tim does a lot of things in the interest of team building.
Bart fights badly when he's in a pout, after all.
Tim sighs, "Fine. Give me the dress."
"Yes!"
The dress itself could be considered classy (it's black and strapless, with a loose neckline that doesn't flash nearly as much cleavage as Tim thought it would) if it wasn't so very short, reaching a place on his thighs that leaves Tim concerned for the visibility of his...
It's a short dress.
Short and tight, which leaves Tim feeling more than a little uncomfortable. They really could have picked a better style, he thinks, because he's got no curves to speak of.
Aesthetically speaking of course. Tim doesn't care whether the dress looks good or not.
He comes out of the bathroom because he knows that Cassie will just come in after him if he doesn't, tugging sharply at the hem and trying to keep his legs as close together as possible.
He's confronted upon his return to the living room by a wildly cheering (and whistling) Cassie and Gar. Bart is also pretty excited, although more about the fabric of the dress than anything. Tim is starting to think that Bart's enthusiasm over his sudden sex-change is not quite as breast-oriented as he'd previously believed.
It's not that bad. Even though there's a breeze and Tim feels nearly naked and vulnerable.
"You realize that you could be doing me irreparable psychological harm by further injuring my masculinity." It has to be pointed out.
"What masculinity?" Gar asks, "I mean, you're might not be wearing the Traditional Panties but that doesn't mean you aren't still Robin."
Point. Tim's eyes narrow, "I'm giving my therapist your credit card."
"Spin!" Bart cries, "Spin around so we can see the back!"
Tim spins.
"Dude! Who's the foxy-- Tim?!"
Kon (arriving late to the Tower, again) is stopped dead in the doorway, his eyes wide.
"Uh..." Tim tugs harder on the hem of the dress, "Hi Kon."
"You're... A chick."
Bart giggles and Tim glares at him. The glare is only slightly less effective in formal wear.
"I thought we'd covered this."
"Well, yeah." Kon says, "But seeing your tits that one time and you telling me about it are not the same as this."
He looks a little freaked out, and Tim can't blame him, it's weird as hell.
"I'm going to go take this off."
"What?" Bart cries, "No! We haven't tried the shoes yet!"
Tim levels his best Bat-glare in Bart's direction, "I'm taking it off."
He spins and stomps back towards the bathroom, his head held high and his skirt riding up.
Alone in front of the mirror, Tim looks himself up and down, taking in the effect of the dress on his body. He doesn't look like himself, Kon's reaction makes that clear. The fabric clings, creating slight curves where there are normally straight lines. Something about the neckline highlights the fine bone structure of his jaw.
He has cleavage.
Tim suppresses a shudder and quickly strips the dress off, tossing it into a corner as he starts to once again don his binding and armor. He hadn't ever thought about the way he looked (much) before being turned female. The femaleness hadn't even bothered him really.
At least not until today. The sight of himself looking so very female in front of K-- his friends had left him feeling unsettled, confused, uncomfortable.
He pauses once he's gotten into his tights, his chest still bare, and spends a moment contemplating his breasts. They're small and perky and (he reaches up to touch a nipple) sensitive. Nice breasts. The sort of breasts that Tim might once have appreciated from afar. The sort of breasts that K-- certain people Tim knows appreciate from close-up. Appreciate loudly.
He hates them.
Tim briefly wishes that he had tried harder to fix the problem, instead of focusing on getting street-ready. He didn't think it would bother him...
...But the way he felt in the dress. The way Kon had looked at him. Tim feels a little shudder of something unpleasant. He feels grimy and unnatural. Incomplete.
Once he's back into the comforting weight of his uniform, Tim feels a lot more like himself, flat chest and all. He smiles at himself in the mirror, and heads back outside.
Saturday:
Kon is watching him.
It takes him nearly three hours to notice, but it becomes very clear that Kon has been studying him since breakfast.
At one point Tim feels the distinct tingle of x-ray vision.
He knows that it's most likely the fault of the Dress Incident and that Kon is probably way more wigged out by the turned-female thing than Tim had previously thought. It makes sense.
Tim is wigging a little bit too, after all.
And really, the fault it his. He let Cassie and Bart dress him up even though he knew that it would likely make his recent changes more real to everyone. He hadn't thought that it would have that effect on him, but his recent discomfort is a perfect example of what he had expected from his teammates.
It's perfectly understandable for Kon to be a little bit weird about him now.
Understandable, but not something that Tim can let slide. He's going to have to talk about it, for the good of the team and maybe (just a little) because the thought of not being (near) friends with Kon makes him want to cry.
The problem is that Kon, apparently, doesn't want to talk.
Tim tries to open up the conversation at lunch.
"Hey... Kon. Could I talk to--"
"Can't talk now, Timmy, there's ninjas attacking downtown."
Tries again in the living room a half an hour later.
"Kon..."
"I think I hear Clark calling. He probably needs me to... help him lift cows... or something. Bye!"
Tries again just before everyone heads to bed.
"I'd like to--"
"Jello, Tim. I'm eating jello."
What kind of a response is that? Tim feels frustration looming as Kon once again blows him off and speeds away.
It's obvious that Kon is having a hard time with Tim's sudden(-ish) transition. Talking is very, very necessary.
"Kon."
"Hey! Tim. Listen, I've got to--"
"If you don't shut up and listen I'm going to get out the kryptonite."
"--sit and listen apparently. Can I, uh, help you?"
Tim takes a deep breath, "I think we need to talk about how you're feeling."
"What?!"
No one ever said that Tim was good at these heart-to-hearts.
"Are you okay? With me? I mean, with... everything?" Tim makes a futile gesture that encompasses his whole body.
"Yeah." Kon says, "Yes! I mean, why wouldn't I be. You're... Ummm."
Tim smiles. It's awkward (he's never been good at smiling).
"It just seems like you're a little weird about this."
"I'm not weird! Not me." He weird.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Tim says, "Or, talk to me about, I guess?"
Kon's eyes shift around the room, settling nowhere, especially not on Tim's face. "I just..."
Tim nods encouragingly.
"You..." Kon takes a deep breath, "You're hot."
That was not what Tim had been expecting.
"What?"
"I saw you. In the dress, you know? And you were so hot. And now I can't stop thinking about it, even when you're not wearing the dress and I-- I--"
Kon finishes his sentence by grabbing Tim by the shoulders and kissing him. Hard.
It lasts for a good thirty seconds before Kon lets go, panting, and Tim doesn't know how to feel. He should like this. He has, after all, fantasized about such an occurrence (many times) before.
He certainly feels something. Something like anger. Disappointment? Betrayal?
Tim does the only thing he can think of to do.
He leaves.
Sunday:
Tim and Kon don't talk again until everyone else has gone home. They battle with some kind of strange space-thing and play video games with Bart and Gar and they say nothing direct to each other all day.
It's awkward as hell.
Bart and Cassie certainly notice, becoming more reserved and quiet as the day goes on.
Tim still doesn't know how to feel. He'd spent the night curled around his own (wrong) body, wondering why Kon had decided to kiss him. Wondering whether Kon would have decided to kiss him without the breasts.
Tim is waiting on the roof for Batman to come pick him up when Kon finally approaches.
"I'm sorry." He says by way of greeting, "Can we... Can we just forget about it?"
Tim has done a lot of thinking. He doesn't want to forget about it, but he doesn't know what to say. He never knows what to say when he's dealing with Tim-stuff and not Robin-stuff.
"I just..." Kon sighs and rubs a hand through his hair in frustration, "I really like you."
There's that feeling again. Tim frowns.
"No you don't." He says, because it's true.
"What? Dude! You can't just deny it!"
Tim locks eyes with Kon (it's harder than it sounds), "Yes I can." He says in his Calm Robin voice "You don't actually like me."
"I think I would know if I--"
"I'm not a girl, Kon!" Tim says and he's shouting even though his voice doesn't rise, "You like girls and you saw me dressed like one once and you liked it. But I'm not a girl."
"Tim I--"
"Are you gay?"
"No!" It's instant, the sort of reaction that Tim would expect from most of his high school class. It hurts more than any schoolyard slurs could have.
"Well then you don't like me." It's a cold, harsh, bat way of putting it, but it's true. Tim feels something in his chest like disappointment, but chillier.
"What if I did though?"
Tim snorts, "You don't."
"But what if I did?" Kon demands, "What if I wasn't gay or-- or straight. What if I just liked you?"
Tim wants desperately to believe because he's never felt much for anyone (besides Stephanie) and he's never felt quite so sexually interested before. He doesn't really want to hope.
"I'm not a girl." He says again, "Not even a little. If you want to go out with me, or whatever, it has to be boy-me."
Kon nods, a little prematurely in Tim's opinion, "Can we try anyway?"
The batplane is landing, tossing Tim's hair about as he considers the question. Bruce is waiting for him.
"I let you know." He tells Kon.
Tim turns to Bruce as they lift off and says, in an offhand a way as he can, "How is that magical research coming on? I'd kind of like my-- body back."
Continued with Porn! This way!