[Rodney - genderswitch]

[jill_langston]

It wasn't often that Jill let herself truly sleep in. More often that not, she was up with the sun, heading up to the Compound for a cup of coffee and a trip into the lab. She and Rodney rarely woke up at the same time, but every now and then she found herself wanting to sleep in. Just a little. It was comfortably warm in Rodney's hut and Jill

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[scientificsnark]

Rodney's favorite mornings were ones where Jill slept in long enough for him to start to wake up, and this was one of those mornings. As awareness started to trickle in, he smiled as he realized she was there still beside him, a warm weight next to him on his orthopaedic mattress. He shifted onto his side, pressing against her, and reached out to touch her stomach.

His hand traced the lattice of her ribs and upwards, and a very interested third party started to make itself known as his hand continued towards a breast. Or where a breast should have been. Instead he felt flat hard muscles and...hair

[jill_langston]

"Jesus Christ, Rodney," Jill snapped, her eyes flying open as Rodney started to freak out, seemingly without reason. Flipping over on the bed, she watched as he fell off the bed, still shouting, his voice echoing and resounding through the hut. It was giving her a headache.

"What the hell is..." Oh. Well, that wasn't her voice at all. Looking down at herself, Jill pushed back the sheet, finding both a hell of a lot less and a hell of a lot more than she was used to finding. She had chest hair and her breasts were gone. "This is... I'm a man. Oh, God, am I Cameron again?"

[scientificsnark]

Rodney, whose mental faculties were considerable, took approximately a minute of gaping to work out the situation after 'Sheppard' spoke. He stared.

"Oh my God," he croaked. "Oh my God. You're Jill. You're male Jill. You're...this is worse," he finished dully. "This is worse than being Mitchell. Oh my God," he repeated, stunned.

As a man, his girlfriend was John Sheppard.

[jill_langston]

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jill asked, hands flat against her chest, trying to hide the chest hair for some absurd reason. "I'm not..." She wasn't switched into someone else's body, that didn't make any sense. If that had been the case, she would've woken up in another bed, somewhere without Rodney.

"Holy shit, I'm a man," she said, answering her own question before her hands flew to her throat. She recognized that voice. Reaching up, she touched her face curiously, then higher, touching her hair. "Holy shit, I'm John."