The big Five-Oh for the Big Damn List! (Lesbians!)
Title: Wearing Pants
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle, Oberon, Max, Bea, J'onn, Guy, Dr. Fate
Prompt: "She."
Word Count: 3850 (Epic! XD)
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: I was challenged to write Booster and Beetle turned into women. (Before you ask, yes by phoenixfire_lia.) So I started it and then I got a few other stories written and suddenly I realized that this was going to be my fiftieth fanfic100 story! So I wanted to do something special to celebrate. You can find that right here. (Along with a special bonus ending!)
Woohoo! I hit the halfway point! :D :D :D
Wearing Pants
The explosion had been small, localized, and completely engulfed Blue Beetle and Booster Gold. What it had done was a mystery, as the other explosions had caused everything from sudden growths of giant sunflowers to melting concrete into gelatin. Dr. Wizard had chosen just outside the JLI's headquarters to make his villainous debut, seemingly by accident, and panicked upon being surrounded by superheroes. From a bag at his hip, he had begun grabbing what looked like marbles and throwing them at random. As soon as the marbles hit something, they exploded.
One had hit the street right between Booster and Beetle. Now all that stood in their place was a thick grey cloud with dark shapes moving inside it. The smoke cleared slowly and brought with it an unnatural silence.
The silence was finally broken by Dr. Wizard, who cheerfully exclaimed, "So that's what that one does!"
He then promptly lost consciousness.
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While Dr. Wizard was being handed off to the authorities, with promises that he would be available to the JLI to talk to as soon as he was awake, Booster and Beetle were quickly shuffled back inside. Dazed, the pair had obediently stumbled off in whatever direction they were told to go.
When realization finally happened, Beetle had whimpered and started hyperventilating. Booster, on the other hand, had merely looked surprised for a moment, then folded his hands in his lap and twiddled his thumbs, looking expectant. After listening to Beetle wheeze for a while, Oberon had finally handed him a paper bag to breathe into.
"Well..." Max said slowly. He called upon all his diplomatic skills, honed from years in the business and government arenas, to handle the situation delicately. "This is unexpected."
"I hate magic," Beetle wailed breathlessly.
Fire rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Oh get over it," she dismissed. "So you're a woman. Big deal."
"Yes!" Beetle shouted indignantly, pointing at his chest. "It is a big deal!"
A snort escaped Booster. When Beetle rounded on him angrily, he started laughing uproariously. "You're beautiful when you're angry, Ted!"
Max sighed and brought a hand to his face as Beetle launched himself at his newly-female teammate. At least Guy was away on Green Lantern business. He didn't think he would have been able to handle the situation if the man had been there to suggest adding mud and bikinis to the fight.
"Ouch! No hair-pulling, you girl!"
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Dr. Wizard was identified as one Myron Hirschfeld and, at best, a mediocre magic-user. He claimed to have bought the bag of small orbs at a shop that wasn't there the next day. The shopkeeper had warned him that misfortune would befall him should the bag leave his possession.
"And I did," he mourned, holding up his cuffed wrists. "I lost my marbles."
"That was entirely unhelpful," Max pronounced, glancing at J'onn. "Any thoughts?"
"Aside from vast, echoing emptiness?" the Martian deadpanned.
Max narrowed his eyes at him. "You've been spending entirely too much time around Booster and Beetle."
"Perish the thought."
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"I'm not wearing a skirt!"
"You big baby," Bea dismissed. "Just put it on. Booster didn't have a problem with it."
Booster was leaning against the wall, waiting boredly for Bea to finish convincing Ted to get dressed. His legs were crossed at the ankles while a pair of yellow high heels adorned his feet.
He was, as Bea had pointed out, wearing a skirt. It was black, tight on the hips, and loose around the thighs. His long legs had survived the trip into womanhood, so the fact that the skirt stopped about six inches above his knees didn't mean much.
Still getting used to the addition of breasts to his anatomy, Booster kept shifting his crossed arms. The shirt he had been given to wear, yellow with a pattern of large black triangles, hung partly off his shoulder. Each time he moved his arms, a hint of cleavage was briefly exposed.
Booster was pretending not to notice Ted noticing. At least for the moment.
"Why can't I just wear pants?" Ted demanded, dragging his eyes away from Booster's...shirt and back to Beatriz. "Feminists fought for my right to wear pants, dammit!"
Bea's eyelids lowered into a flat, unimpressed expression. "One," she said, counting on her fingers. "Feminists fought for my right to wear pants. You're part of the patriarchy they fought."
"I resent that implication."
"Two," she spoke over him, touching another finger. "None of your pants fit you."
"Hey!"
She rolled her eyes. "You have hips now. Deal with it. And third, none of my pants fit you."
"Hey!"
"You're short."
Ted crossed his arms over his chest, squashing his breasts, and glowered up at her.
"All I have that'll fit you is skirts. Either put one on, stay here forever, or go out in your bathrobe."
Shuffling his feet, Ted glanced down at the ground. Since learning that very little of his wardrobe fit him anymore, he had been making due with a bathrobe. After a day of this, it was decided that he would have to go get something to wear as a woman.
For the sake of Max's sanity, at least, as he had accidentally been treated to a flash of Ted's female hips in his male boxers when the robe fell open.
J'onn had put his foot down on the matter when Max had gone to him requesting that the memory be purged from his mind.
Now Ted stood in the middle of Bea's room, bathrobe closed tightly all the way up to his neck, and stared at the gauzy pastel material in her hands. It was something called sea-foam green and looked like it would at least reach his calves, hopefully his ankles.
Unlike Booster, Ted had steadfastly refused to shave his legs. He might have breasts, no dick, and a higher singing voice but, dammit, there were just some lines he refused to cross!
Hands suddenly descended on his shoulders and Ted flinched in surprise. Turning his head, he saw Booster, who leaned down until his nose touched Ted's.
Booster's voice was a low, even murmur as he said, "Ted, if I have to stand around in heels listening to you whine every time you don't want to try something on, this is going to be a very long day. With blisters. And if I have to be miserable, I'm taking you with me. So put on the damn skirt so we can go hang out in women's dressing rooms without being chased off by security."
With that, he gave Ted's shoulders a squeeze and let go, walking toward the door.
Staring after the sway of his friend's backside, Ted silently took the fabric from Bea and headed for the bathroom to change.
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Booster wasn't wearing underwear.
This knowledge spun on a loop in Ted's mind. Booster, no underwear. No underwear, Booster.
They had been in their separate dressing rooms when Ted had heard Bea enter Booster's and make a surprised sound. "Booster!" she had hissed. "When I offered you underwear you said you had it covered!"
"What? I do."
"You're not wearing any!"
It was at that point that Ted's curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had stumbled out of his stall with one arm trapped by a sweater. There, standing framed by the doorway, was Booster. His body, feminine in every way, had been completely nude. A triangle of curly dark blonde hair sat above his legs and....
With a strangled noise, Ted had flushed, tried to retreat back to his stall, run into the dividing wall, and finally managed to shut the door behind himself. Still caught in the sweater, his arm had flopped on top of his head.
"...Ted?" a surprised Booster had called after him.
"Nevermind!" Ted had squeaked. "I've got it!"
That Booster hadn't been wearing a bra he had already known. It was obvious, especially when Booster leaned over. But now...Booster wasn't wearing any underwear.
And even after Bea had shoved a multi-colored pack of cotton panties at Booster and pointed him toward the dressing room again, Ted could still see that thatch of blond hair between flat abs and toned thighs.
He really hoped Bea wouldn't be wanting her underwear back any time soon.
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Clothes were bought and Ted was finally able to put on a pair of pants that fit. Booster had decided to stick with the same outfit he had gone out in, for the duration of their shopping trip. Bea agreed with him that he had the legs for it.
They were sitting in a restaurant, bags piled up together while they ate and rested their tired feet.
"You look butch, Ted," Bea commented between bites of salad.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," he said, rolling his eyes.
"You're really not embracing this as the opportunity it is," she continued. "You have a chance that not many men get, to see how the other half lives, and you're just wasting it."
"But you have to admit it looks good on him," Booster added.
They both looked at him and he shrugged. "It's cute."
In Booster's world, "cute" was apparently a blue button-down shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Ted had made no effort to look feminine and had instead simply found clothes he would have worn as a man but which fit him as a woman.
Bea sighed and dropped her chin on one hand, poking at her salad with the fork. Hopeless. They were hopeless as men, they were hopeless as women.
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When they returned to JLI headquarters, they found out that Guy was back.
Specifically, they found out he was back when he gave Booster's skirt-clad rear a quick squeeze as he was passing. Booster gave a surprised yelp, dropped his bags, and shot the man a look of shocked indignation. Taking this all in, Ted's eyes widened. Before he actually realized what he was doing, he had quickly strode up to Guy and punched him in the face.
Laid out flat on his back, Guy stared up at the ceiling in dazed surprise. Then he sat up and stared at Ted's tense posture and fuming expression. A quick glance in Booster's direction, then back at Ted, and he smirked.
"Sorry, didn't know she was spoken for," he said with a leer.
That startled Ted into dropping his fighting stance and opening his mouth to protest. When his voice failed him, he tried opening and closing his mouth a few times in the hopes that it would encourage the words to come out. It didn't.
Picking himself up off the floor, Guy brushed himself off and shot Booster a wink before walking off. Ted started to go after him, to do what he wasn't sure, when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Please," Max said, dropping his hand and heading down the hall. "Allow me to tell him."
Ted, Bea, and Booster all stared after him. They had never really considered the possibility of Max being an evil man. Occasionally unscrupulous, certainly. Morally ambiguous, on bad days. Mercenary, when it suited his goals. And scheming, as a matter of course.
Watching the cheery spring in his step, they realized it was altogether possible they had underestimated him.
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Bea had abandoned them and their purchases in Booster's room, declaring her immediate need for a tub full of bubbles. Left to their own devices, Booster had flopped down on his bed with a sigh and toed off his pumps.
Pacing a few feet away, Ted tried to ignore the fact that Booster's actions had made his skirt ride up and show considerably more leg.
"Can you believe that?" he ranted, still agitated by the encounter downstairs.
"It's Guy Gardner, of course I can believe it," Booster replied.
Ignoring him, Ted continued. "And then he had the nerve to imply that...that..."
"That the butch woman defending my honor was my lesbian girlfriend?" Booster supplied dryly, sitting up. "Gee, I don't know where he could've gotten that idea."
Ted glared at him and Booster smiled cheerily.
"Oh come on, Ted!" he said, throwing an arm out toward the door. "You already punched him. And if that scream we heard earlier is any indication, he's already suffering plenty."
An amused smirk forced its way onto Ted's face before blossoming into a grin. "Okay, you may have a point there."
"Not since the accident, but I'm still right."
Ted snorted, then started laughing.
When Booster joined in, Ted flopped down beside him on the bed, letting the laughter carry away the day's stress. It felt good to laugh. He hadn't realized how little he had done so since the accident.
As the laughter died away to a companionable silence, Ted smiled up at the ceiling with his hands resting on his stomach. The bed shifted and he could feel Booster laying back down next to him.
"You know," Booster said slowly, thoughtfully. "Bea was right."
"She said a lot today," Ted replied. "I'm almost scared to ask what you agree with her on."
Booster snickered and shoved his shoulder, then rolled onto his side and propped his head up with one hand. "I meant about not taking advantage of this."
"If you're going to suggest we become underwear models, you'd probably have to practice wearing it first, buddy."
"I'm wearing underwear!"
Ted turned his head to face him and raised an eyebrow. Booster rolled his eyes and amended, "I'm wearing it now."
"So you say," Ted countered with mock suspicion.
Opening his mouth to retort, a thoughtful look crossed Booster's face and he paused. He looked at Ted and smiled slyly.
"Teddy, my friend, as Bea put it, we have been given an opportunity that not many men get. We get to see how the other half lives."
Ted wiggled his eyebrows and gave a playful leer. "I could've done that with a well-placed hidden camera."
Grinning, Booster shifted closer. Ted watched him with interest, that was Booster's "I'm up to something" grin.
Sitting up again, Booster brought a hand down on Ted's other side and used it to hover over him. Booster was still getting used to the new body and hadn't thought to compensate for their extra anatomy. His breasts brushed against Ted's.
"Booster, good buddy, I get the feeling you have something to get off your chest."
With a quiet laugh, Booster wiggled said chest, breasts swaying enticingly. Ted's eyes strayed to stare down the wide collar at them. "Same as you, Ted, old pal, but in the mean time..." He leaned down until they were nose to nose. "Let's take advantage of this opportunity."
Then Booster tilted his head until his lips brushed Ted's.
Ted's fingers tangled in the hem of Booster's shirt as he stared up at him with wide eyes. "Booster..." he murmured. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Shifting his weight to one hand, Booster ran the other down Ted's side to settle on his hip. "If you're willing to go where no man has gone before," he said with a smile.
Ted grinned. "If I may be so bold." Then he was tugging Boosters shirt up, easily because it was so loose, and Booster shifted until they could get it over his head.
Leaning down again, Booster kissed Ted. His lips were soft, and slick from the lipgloss he had borrowed from Tora. Ted reached up to wrap an arm around the back of Booster's shoulders and pull the woman-shaped man down on top of him.
With Booster's weight on him, Ted spread his legs to better accommodate him. No longer supporting himself over Ted, Booster was free to run his hands over Ted's still-clothed body.
"You're far too overdressed for this party, Ted."
"You spent all day trying to get me to put clothes on and now you want me to take them off?"
Already working on the buttons of Ted's shirt, Booster smirked at him. "As much as you bitched about the bra alone, you can't tell me you're not eager to get it off."
"I'm eager to get something off," Ted muttered.
Booster buried a snicker between Ted's breasts, the warm puffs of breath sending a shiver down Ted's spine. Hands slid under Ted to undo the fastener of his bra, then pulled it and his shirt up over his head.
Slender but calloused fingers splayed over his ribs, their tips teasing the underside of his breasts. Then long hands were curling around them, squeezing gently. It was, Ted reflected, a very interesting sensation, and one he quite approved of.
Deciding that Booster had taken the lead for long enough, Ted tilted his head up and kissed his friend. Wrapping his arms around Booster again, he smoothed his hands down his back and over the ass he'd been eyeing for longer than he cared to admit. The thin material of the skirt slid up easily, bunching around Booster's trim waist, and Ted's fingers encountered another layer of fabric.
So Booster had put on underwear.
"Ted, as much as I'm enjoying the hit-or-miss groping, this really should be done naked," Booster remarked, just before sealing his lips around a nipple and sucking.
Gasping, Ted pushed his chest upward, encouraging the oral attention. Then he realized he should probably respond and rallied his braincells. "You'll notice I'm not the one on top."
Booster lifted himself up on his hands and looked vaguely startled. "You're right." He grinned and sat back on his heels. The skirt flopped back over his groin, barely covering the panties. "Get naked, Teddy."
"You show me yours, I'll show you mine," Ted retorted, though he felt like he was already showing plenty. And Booster's saliva was damp and cool on his breasts.
Rolling his eyes, Booster sat up and shimmied out of his skirt. The panties followed soon after and Ted just caught a glimpse of a damp patch on them before they were flung over the side of the bed. Then Booster leaned over, hands on his knees and arms squashing his breasts together attractively, and smirked at him.
"Your turn."
Ted took a moment to look over his best friend's female form before fumbling at the button of his jeans. The almost familiar tingling in his groin was demanding attention and he was both eager and uncertain about tending to such demands in his new body. He knew what to do with a woman, sure...but he wasn't sure what to do as a woman.
But as he was shoving his pants and underwear over his new hips and down his legs, Booster leaned over to press a kiss just below Ted's navel. Ted sucked in a sharp breath, shoulder blades digging into the bed. Then Booster moved lower, cheek brushing over dark auburn curls.
Firm hands curved over Ted's thighs, gently pushing them wider. Booster glanced up, meeting Ted's eyes with a naughty smirk, then slowly extended his tongue.
Ted gasped out a curse, eyes rolling back as Booster ran his tongue over the dips and folds of Ted's brand new genitalia. When Booster's lips descended on his as yet untested clitoris, sucking while his tongue prodded skillfully, Ted spared a single braincell to worrying that the sound he made was incredibly high-pitched and girly. Soon after, he reassigned the braincell to helping its fellows bear the strain of processing the shockwaves of stimuli Booster was sending through him.
Then a long, flexible finger entered him, quickly followed by a second, and Ted's entire body clenched. A strangled scream curled in on itself in his throat as his vision blurred, escaping his mouth as a mewling whimper. His body twitched and throbbed around Booster's fingers, still curling and twisting inside of him.
"Buh--" he panted, blindly grabbing at Booster's shoulder to squeeze it. "St--God! Booster."
Finally lifting his head, Booster licked his lips and grinned smugly. He slowly slid his fingers from Ted's wet heat and curled his tongue around them as he sucked them clean.
"That...is going to be my wet dreams for a month," Ted murmured, mesmerized by the sight, nerves sizzling.
Booster grinned, sliding his body up Ted's. "Ditto," he said cheerfully, pressing his mouth to Ted's and licking his friend's lips until he gained entrance.
Moaning into the kiss, Ted ran his fingers down Booster's side and under his hips. His other hand weaving into thick hair, Ted swallowed the gasp as he cupped his hand over Booster's mound.
Booster was already slick with arousal and Ted's fingers slithered over him with ease. Dragging his knuckles over Booster's clit, Ted slid his fingers inside and began slowly pumping them in and out. Breaking the kiss to press his face to Ted's neck, panting, Booster's hips followed Ted's movements, greedy for the contact.
A breathy moan escaped Booster as Ted pressed his fingers in further, palm moving in tight, sloppy circles over his clit.
"Oh god, Ted," Booster whimpered in his ear, mouthing kisses behind it and under Ted's jaw. "Please, oh! So close, so--Oh!"
A sudden pressure around Ted's finger and Booster shuddered, arms tightening on Ted. His hips were shoved so tight against Ted's hand that the back of it was pressed to his own hips.
Booster went limp on top of him, catching his breath while making quiet hums of approval. Ted's fingers slipped from Booster's folds and fell onto his own. And if the shiver of pleasure that shot through him was any indication, he was still aroused.
Biting his lips, Ted twisted his hand around and ran sticky fingers over his own wetness. Another shiver hit him.
Booster roused from his daze and kissed the side of Ted's neck, then slowly became aware of the movements underneath him. Shifting so he could look down, he whispered, "Are you...?"
Ted nodded jerkily, hand moving faster. Groaning softly, Booster reached down and once again slid his fingers inside his friend. Ted gasped, leg curling around Booster's as his hips shot off the bed. Moving down, Booster cupped a breast with his free hand and sucked the nipple into his mouth.
"Oh god! Booster!" Ted bucked hard, nearly knocking Booster off, and cried out.
Body buzzing with a second rush of endorphins, Ted melted bonelessly on the bed. Booster traced slick patterns through the sweat on his torso.
Both tired and satisfied, they drifted off to sleep tangled up in each other.
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After that they became less concerned about their transformation. They preferred being men, certainly, but at least they were getting regular sex. Really damn good regular sex.
So when Dr. Fate finally announced that the spell was on a time limit and would return them to their former bodies in another week, they weren't particularly bothered by the wait.
What did bother them was that once they did become male again, they had to relearn how to have sex with each other. It wasn't much different, but it was still a bit of an inconvenience to find erogenous zones that had shifted along with body parts.
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle, Oberon, Max, Bea, J'onn, Guy, Dr. Fate
Prompt: "She."
Word Count: 3850 (Epic! XD)
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: I was challenged to write Booster and Beetle turned into women. (Before you ask, yes by phoenixfire_lia.) So I started it and then I got a few other stories written and suddenly I realized that this was going to be my fiftieth fanfic100 story! So I wanted to do something special to celebrate. You can find that right here. (Along with a special bonus ending!)
Woohoo! I hit the halfway point! :D :D :D
Wearing Pants
The explosion had been small, localized, and completely engulfed Blue Beetle and Booster Gold. What it had done was a mystery, as the other explosions had caused everything from sudden growths of giant sunflowers to melting concrete into gelatin. Dr. Wizard had chosen just outside the JLI's headquarters to make his villainous debut, seemingly by accident, and panicked upon being surrounded by superheroes. From a bag at his hip, he had begun grabbing what looked like marbles and throwing them at random. As soon as the marbles hit something, they exploded.
One had hit the street right between Booster and Beetle. Now all that stood in their place was a thick grey cloud with dark shapes moving inside it. The smoke cleared slowly and brought with it an unnatural silence.
The silence was finally broken by Dr. Wizard, who cheerfully exclaimed, "So that's what that one does!"
He then promptly lost consciousness.
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While Dr. Wizard was being handed off to the authorities, with promises that he would be available to the JLI to talk to as soon as he was awake, Booster and Beetle were quickly shuffled back inside. Dazed, the pair had obediently stumbled off in whatever direction they were told to go.
When realization finally happened, Beetle had whimpered and started hyperventilating. Booster, on the other hand, had merely looked surprised for a moment, then folded his hands in his lap and twiddled his thumbs, looking expectant. After listening to Beetle wheeze for a while, Oberon had finally handed him a paper bag to breathe into.
"Well..." Max said slowly. He called upon all his diplomatic skills, honed from years in the business and government arenas, to handle the situation delicately. "This is unexpected."
"I hate magic," Beetle wailed breathlessly.
Fire rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Oh get over it," she dismissed. "So you're a woman. Big deal."
"Yes!" Beetle shouted indignantly, pointing at his chest. "It is a big deal!"
A snort escaped Booster. When Beetle rounded on him angrily, he started laughing uproariously. "You're beautiful when you're angry, Ted!"
Max sighed and brought a hand to his face as Beetle launched himself at his newly-female teammate. At least Guy was away on Green Lantern business. He didn't think he would have been able to handle the situation if the man had been there to suggest adding mud and bikinis to the fight.
"Ouch! No hair-pulling, you girl!"
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Dr. Wizard was identified as one Myron Hirschfeld and, at best, a mediocre magic-user. He claimed to have bought the bag of small orbs at a shop that wasn't there the next day. The shopkeeper had warned him that misfortune would befall him should the bag leave his possession.
"And I did," he mourned, holding up his cuffed wrists. "I lost my marbles."
"That was entirely unhelpful," Max pronounced, glancing at J'onn. "Any thoughts?"
"Aside from vast, echoing emptiness?" the Martian deadpanned.
Max narrowed his eyes at him. "You've been spending entirely too much time around Booster and Beetle."
"Perish the thought."
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"I'm not wearing a skirt!"
"You big baby," Bea dismissed. "Just put it on. Booster didn't have a problem with it."
Booster was leaning against the wall, waiting boredly for Bea to finish convincing Ted to get dressed. His legs were crossed at the ankles while a pair of yellow high heels adorned his feet.
He was, as Bea had pointed out, wearing a skirt. It was black, tight on the hips, and loose around the thighs. His long legs had survived the trip into womanhood, so the fact that the skirt stopped about six inches above his knees didn't mean much.
Still getting used to the addition of breasts to his anatomy, Booster kept shifting his crossed arms. The shirt he had been given to wear, yellow with a pattern of large black triangles, hung partly off his shoulder. Each time he moved his arms, a hint of cleavage was briefly exposed.
Booster was pretending not to notice Ted noticing. At least for the moment.
"Why can't I just wear pants?" Ted demanded, dragging his eyes away from Booster's...shirt and back to Beatriz. "Feminists fought for my right to wear pants, dammit!"
Bea's eyelids lowered into a flat, unimpressed expression. "One," she said, counting on her fingers. "Feminists fought for my right to wear pants. You're part of the patriarchy they fought."
"I resent that implication."
"Two," she spoke over him, touching another finger. "None of your pants fit you."
"Hey!"
She rolled her eyes. "You have hips now. Deal with it. And third, none of my pants fit you."
"Hey!"
"You're short."
Ted crossed his arms over his chest, squashing his breasts, and glowered up at her.
"All I have that'll fit you is skirts. Either put one on, stay here forever, or go out in your bathrobe."
Shuffling his feet, Ted glanced down at the ground. Since learning that very little of his wardrobe fit him anymore, he had been making due with a bathrobe. After a day of this, it was decided that he would have to go get something to wear as a woman.
For the sake of Max's sanity, at least, as he had accidentally been treated to a flash of Ted's female hips in his male boxers when the robe fell open.
J'onn had put his foot down on the matter when Max had gone to him requesting that the memory be purged from his mind.
Now Ted stood in the middle of Bea's room, bathrobe closed tightly all the way up to his neck, and stared at the gauzy pastel material in her hands. It was something called sea-foam green and looked like it would at least reach his calves, hopefully his ankles.
Unlike Booster, Ted had steadfastly refused to shave his legs. He might have breasts, no dick, and a higher singing voice but, dammit, there were just some lines he refused to cross!
Hands suddenly descended on his shoulders and Ted flinched in surprise. Turning his head, he saw Booster, who leaned down until his nose touched Ted's.
Booster's voice was a low, even murmur as he said, "Ted, if I have to stand around in heels listening to you whine every time you don't want to try something on, this is going to be a very long day. With blisters. And if I have to be miserable, I'm taking you with me. So put on the damn skirt so we can go hang out in women's dressing rooms without being chased off by security."
With that, he gave Ted's shoulders a squeeze and let go, walking toward the door.
Staring after the sway of his friend's backside, Ted silently took the fabric from Bea and headed for the bathroom to change.
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Booster wasn't wearing underwear.
This knowledge spun on a loop in Ted's mind. Booster, no underwear. No underwear, Booster.
They had been in their separate dressing rooms when Ted had heard Bea enter Booster's and make a surprised sound. "Booster!" she had hissed. "When I offered you underwear you said you had it covered!"
"What? I do."
"You're not wearing any!"
It was at that point that Ted's curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had stumbled out of his stall with one arm trapped by a sweater. There, standing framed by the doorway, was Booster. His body, feminine in every way, had been completely nude. A triangle of curly dark blonde hair sat above his legs and....
With a strangled noise, Ted had flushed, tried to retreat back to his stall, run into the dividing wall, and finally managed to shut the door behind himself. Still caught in the sweater, his arm had flopped on top of his head.
"...Ted?" a surprised Booster had called after him.
"Nevermind!" Ted had squeaked. "I've got it!"
That Booster hadn't been wearing a bra he had already known. It was obvious, especially when Booster leaned over. But now...Booster wasn't wearing any underwear.
And even after Bea had shoved a multi-colored pack of cotton panties at Booster and pointed him toward the dressing room again, Ted could still see that thatch of blond hair between flat abs and toned thighs.
He really hoped Bea wouldn't be wanting her underwear back any time soon.
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Clothes were bought and Ted was finally able to put on a pair of pants that fit. Booster had decided to stick with the same outfit he had gone out in, for the duration of their shopping trip. Bea agreed with him that he had the legs for it.
They were sitting in a restaurant, bags piled up together while they ate and rested their tired feet.
"You look butch, Ted," Bea commented between bites of salad.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," he said, rolling his eyes.
"You're really not embracing this as the opportunity it is," she continued. "You have a chance that not many men get, to see how the other half lives, and you're just wasting it."
"But you have to admit it looks good on him," Booster added.
They both looked at him and he shrugged. "It's cute."
In Booster's world, "cute" was apparently a blue button-down shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Ted had made no effort to look feminine and had instead simply found clothes he would have worn as a man but which fit him as a woman.
Bea sighed and dropped her chin on one hand, poking at her salad with the fork. Hopeless. They were hopeless as men, they were hopeless as women.
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When they returned to JLI headquarters, they found out that Guy was back.
Specifically, they found out he was back when he gave Booster's skirt-clad rear a quick squeeze as he was passing. Booster gave a surprised yelp, dropped his bags, and shot the man a look of shocked indignation. Taking this all in, Ted's eyes widened. Before he actually realized what he was doing, he had quickly strode up to Guy and punched him in the face.
Laid out flat on his back, Guy stared up at the ceiling in dazed surprise. Then he sat up and stared at Ted's tense posture and fuming expression. A quick glance in Booster's direction, then back at Ted, and he smirked.
"Sorry, didn't know she was spoken for," he said with a leer.
That startled Ted into dropping his fighting stance and opening his mouth to protest. When his voice failed him, he tried opening and closing his mouth a few times in the hopes that it would encourage the words to come out. It didn't.
Picking himself up off the floor, Guy brushed himself off and shot Booster a wink before walking off. Ted started to go after him, to do what he wasn't sure, when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Please," Max said, dropping his hand and heading down the hall. "Allow me to tell him."
Ted, Bea, and Booster all stared after him. They had never really considered the possibility of Max being an evil man. Occasionally unscrupulous, certainly. Morally ambiguous, on bad days. Mercenary, when it suited his goals. And scheming, as a matter of course.
Watching the cheery spring in his step, they realized it was altogether possible they had underestimated him.
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Bea had abandoned them and their purchases in Booster's room, declaring her immediate need for a tub full of bubbles. Left to their own devices, Booster had flopped down on his bed with a sigh and toed off his pumps.
Pacing a few feet away, Ted tried to ignore the fact that Booster's actions had made his skirt ride up and show considerably more leg.
"Can you believe that?" he ranted, still agitated by the encounter downstairs.
"It's Guy Gardner, of course I can believe it," Booster replied.
Ignoring him, Ted continued. "And then he had the nerve to imply that...that..."
"That the butch woman defending my honor was my lesbian girlfriend?" Booster supplied dryly, sitting up. "Gee, I don't know where he could've gotten that idea."
Ted glared at him and Booster smiled cheerily.
"Oh come on, Ted!" he said, throwing an arm out toward the door. "You already punched him. And if that scream we heard earlier is any indication, he's already suffering plenty."
An amused smirk forced its way onto Ted's face before blossoming into a grin. "Okay, you may have a point there."
"Not since the accident, but I'm still right."
Ted snorted, then started laughing.
When Booster joined in, Ted flopped down beside him on the bed, letting the laughter carry away the day's stress. It felt good to laugh. He hadn't realized how little he had done so since the accident.
As the laughter died away to a companionable silence, Ted smiled up at the ceiling with his hands resting on his stomach. The bed shifted and he could feel Booster laying back down next to him.
"You know," Booster said slowly, thoughtfully. "Bea was right."
"She said a lot today," Ted replied. "I'm almost scared to ask what you agree with her on."
Booster snickered and shoved his shoulder, then rolled onto his side and propped his head up with one hand. "I meant about not taking advantage of this."
"If you're going to suggest we become underwear models, you'd probably have to practice wearing it first, buddy."
"I'm wearing underwear!"
Ted turned his head to face him and raised an eyebrow. Booster rolled his eyes and amended, "I'm wearing it now."
"So you say," Ted countered with mock suspicion.
Opening his mouth to retort, a thoughtful look crossed Booster's face and he paused. He looked at Ted and smiled slyly.
"Teddy, my friend, as Bea put it, we have been given an opportunity that not many men get. We get to see how the other half lives."
Ted wiggled his eyebrows and gave a playful leer. "I could've done that with a well-placed hidden camera."
Grinning, Booster shifted closer. Ted watched him with interest, that was Booster's "I'm up to something" grin.
Sitting up again, Booster brought a hand down on Ted's other side and used it to hover over him. Booster was still getting used to the new body and hadn't thought to compensate for their extra anatomy. His breasts brushed against Ted's.
"Booster, good buddy, I get the feeling you have something to get off your chest."
With a quiet laugh, Booster wiggled said chest, breasts swaying enticingly. Ted's eyes strayed to stare down the wide collar at them. "Same as you, Ted, old pal, but in the mean time..." He leaned down until they were nose to nose. "Let's take advantage of this opportunity."
Then Booster tilted his head until his lips brushed Ted's.
Ted's fingers tangled in the hem of Booster's shirt as he stared up at him with wide eyes. "Booster..." he murmured. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Shifting his weight to one hand, Booster ran the other down Ted's side to settle on his hip. "If you're willing to go where no man has gone before," he said with a smile.
Ted grinned. "If I may be so bold." Then he was tugging Boosters shirt up, easily because it was so loose, and Booster shifted until they could get it over his head.
Leaning down again, Booster kissed Ted. His lips were soft, and slick from the lipgloss he had borrowed from Tora. Ted reached up to wrap an arm around the back of Booster's shoulders and pull the woman-shaped man down on top of him.
With Booster's weight on him, Ted spread his legs to better accommodate him. No longer supporting himself over Ted, Booster was free to run his hands over Ted's still-clothed body.
"You're far too overdressed for this party, Ted."
"You spent all day trying to get me to put clothes on and now you want me to take them off?"
Already working on the buttons of Ted's shirt, Booster smirked at him. "As much as you bitched about the bra alone, you can't tell me you're not eager to get it off."
"I'm eager to get something off," Ted muttered.
Booster buried a snicker between Ted's breasts, the warm puffs of breath sending a shiver down Ted's spine. Hands slid under Ted to undo the fastener of his bra, then pulled it and his shirt up over his head.
Slender but calloused fingers splayed over his ribs, their tips teasing the underside of his breasts. Then long hands were curling around them, squeezing gently. It was, Ted reflected, a very interesting sensation, and one he quite approved of.
Deciding that Booster had taken the lead for long enough, Ted tilted his head up and kissed his friend. Wrapping his arms around Booster again, he smoothed his hands down his back and over the ass he'd been eyeing for longer than he cared to admit. The thin material of the skirt slid up easily, bunching around Booster's trim waist, and Ted's fingers encountered another layer of fabric.
So Booster had put on underwear.
"Ted, as much as I'm enjoying the hit-or-miss groping, this really should be done naked," Booster remarked, just before sealing his lips around a nipple and sucking.
Gasping, Ted pushed his chest upward, encouraging the oral attention. Then he realized he should probably respond and rallied his braincells. "You'll notice I'm not the one on top."
Booster lifted himself up on his hands and looked vaguely startled. "You're right." He grinned and sat back on his heels. The skirt flopped back over his groin, barely covering the panties. "Get naked, Teddy."
"You show me yours, I'll show you mine," Ted retorted, though he felt like he was already showing plenty. And Booster's saliva was damp and cool on his breasts.
Rolling his eyes, Booster sat up and shimmied out of his skirt. The panties followed soon after and Ted just caught a glimpse of a damp patch on them before they were flung over the side of the bed. Then Booster leaned over, hands on his knees and arms squashing his breasts together attractively, and smirked at him.
"Your turn."
Ted took a moment to look over his best friend's female form before fumbling at the button of his jeans. The almost familiar tingling in his groin was demanding attention and he was both eager and uncertain about tending to such demands in his new body. He knew what to do with a woman, sure...but he wasn't sure what to do as a woman.
But as he was shoving his pants and underwear over his new hips and down his legs, Booster leaned over to press a kiss just below Ted's navel. Ted sucked in a sharp breath, shoulder blades digging into the bed. Then Booster moved lower, cheek brushing over dark auburn curls.
Firm hands curved over Ted's thighs, gently pushing them wider. Booster glanced up, meeting Ted's eyes with a naughty smirk, then slowly extended his tongue.
Ted gasped out a curse, eyes rolling back as Booster ran his tongue over the dips and folds of Ted's brand new genitalia. When Booster's lips descended on his as yet untested clitoris, sucking while his tongue prodded skillfully, Ted spared a single braincell to worrying that the sound he made was incredibly high-pitched and girly. Soon after, he reassigned the braincell to helping its fellows bear the strain of processing the shockwaves of stimuli Booster was sending through him.
Then a long, flexible finger entered him, quickly followed by a second, and Ted's entire body clenched. A strangled scream curled in on itself in his throat as his vision blurred, escaping his mouth as a mewling whimper. His body twitched and throbbed around Booster's fingers, still curling and twisting inside of him.
"Buh--" he panted, blindly grabbing at Booster's shoulder to squeeze it. "St--God! Booster."
Finally lifting his head, Booster licked his lips and grinned smugly. He slowly slid his fingers from Ted's wet heat and curled his tongue around them as he sucked them clean.
"That...is going to be my wet dreams for a month," Ted murmured, mesmerized by the sight, nerves sizzling.
Booster grinned, sliding his body up Ted's. "Ditto," he said cheerfully, pressing his mouth to Ted's and licking his friend's lips until he gained entrance.
Moaning into the kiss, Ted ran his fingers down Booster's side and under his hips. His other hand weaving into thick hair, Ted swallowed the gasp as he cupped his hand over Booster's mound.
Booster was already slick with arousal and Ted's fingers slithered over him with ease. Dragging his knuckles over Booster's clit, Ted slid his fingers inside and began slowly pumping them in and out. Breaking the kiss to press his face to Ted's neck, panting, Booster's hips followed Ted's movements, greedy for the contact.
A breathy moan escaped Booster as Ted pressed his fingers in further, palm moving in tight, sloppy circles over his clit.
"Oh god, Ted," Booster whimpered in his ear, mouthing kisses behind it and under Ted's jaw. "Please, oh! So close, so--Oh!"
A sudden pressure around Ted's finger and Booster shuddered, arms tightening on Ted. His hips were shoved so tight against Ted's hand that the back of it was pressed to his own hips.
Booster went limp on top of him, catching his breath while making quiet hums of approval. Ted's fingers slipped from Booster's folds and fell onto his own. And if the shiver of pleasure that shot through him was any indication, he was still aroused.
Biting his lips, Ted twisted his hand around and ran sticky fingers over his own wetness. Another shiver hit him.
Booster roused from his daze and kissed the side of Ted's neck, then slowly became aware of the movements underneath him. Shifting so he could look down, he whispered, "Are you...?"
Ted nodded jerkily, hand moving faster. Groaning softly, Booster reached down and once again slid his fingers inside his friend. Ted gasped, leg curling around Booster's as his hips shot off the bed. Moving down, Booster cupped a breast with his free hand and sucked the nipple into his mouth.
"Oh god! Booster!" Ted bucked hard, nearly knocking Booster off, and cried out.
Body buzzing with a second rush of endorphins, Ted melted bonelessly on the bed. Booster traced slick patterns through the sweat on his torso.
Both tired and satisfied, they drifted off to sleep tangled up in each other.
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After that they became less concerned about their transformation. They preferred being men, certainly, but at least they were getting regular sex. Really damn good regular sex.
So when Dr. Fate finally announced that the spell was on a time limit and would return them to their former bodies in another week, they weren't particularly bothered by the wait.
What did bother them was that once they did become male again, they had to relearn how to have sex with each other. It wasn't much different, but it was still a bit of an inconvenience to find erogenous zones that had shifted along with body parts.
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