In case anyone's wondering why Agents Trojie and Pads have been curiously absent from the genderbending fiasco, fear not. It's because we have Plans.

With a capital P. Mwahahaha.

...if you don't have Permission yet, but do have Agent characters thought out, can you still do this? I like insanity.

"What did you press?" Risa muttered, knowing that his partner wasn't exactly listening to him at that time. "I told you to stay away from the console after last time."

"Didn't press nothing," Ansela grinned and stretched, ignoring the ripping sound as his clothes finally gave up on conforming to his new, larger body shape.

"You must have pressed something. People do not just change gender on a whim."

"Sure they do. I know this guy back in my home continuum who can change your gender if you give him enough money. Hell, sometimes he changes his own gender for shits and giggles."

"I take it you have availed yourself of his services in the past," Risa sighed as Ansela nodded eagerly, rubbing at his forehead to try and stave off the impending migraine. "And this would be why you are so unperturbed by this turn of events."

"Yup. I'm going to the cafeteria, see if there's anyone who knows what's going on," Ansela opened the door and grinned at Risa. "Want me to get you anything?"

"I would appreciate it if you would find some clothing that does not look like it will fall off as soon as you do so much as breath deeply."

Ansela nodded. "Will do."

http://chelonianmobile.deviantart.com/art/quot-Hand-Maidens-quot-111359456

Fun times~
I know. I don't use TekTek. I'm so nonconformist. =P



Samuel, who is not too pleased and may or may not have raided the Armory;
and Kat, who seriously could care less, only the lack of cramps might be nice.

Why is it, that in just about every fandom or such-like that I have looked into, gender-bending has cropped up?
Not that I mind, since, thanks to a certain trope associated with genderbending, the results are usually pleasing to the eye.
It doesn't hurt that I hold a passing interest in genderbending myself, but who's paying attention to that?

Here's the nine main agents that have appeared in my missions:



Now I really want to write a gender-switched universe for my agents.

Nyx and Dassie

"How do they expect us to work like this?" Nyx demanded. She -- or rather, he -- waved his sword vaguely. "My muscles are all wrong!"

Dassie sipped her cup of coffee. "Well, the Plot Continuum still needs protecting," she said vaguely. "And Agents still need patching up. They can't really afford to give us a break, especially with so many of our colleagues transformed too."

Nyx wasn't listening. "Didn't we save their hides during the Invasion?" he ranted. "And the Reorganisation. The least they could do, the absolute least..."

Dassie leant back in her chair. This sounded like it would take a while.


Louise and Narto

"... Lou," Narto said in a strangely high voice.

"Yes, Nar?"

"Why am I a girl?"

Louise looked round at her. "For giggles," he said, grinning. "I was bored."

"You were bored," Narto repeated flatly. "And when you're bored, you..."

"Hop across to a comic I know and steal some cool tech, yes," Lou finished for her. "Isn't it fun?"

"I have curves in all the wrong places," Narto muttered. "And what if someone comes over?"

"We'll just have to be busy," Lou said dismissively, and held out a hand. "Ms. Telyan, will you join me in the hot tub?"

Narto stared at him for a moment, and then laughed. "Certainly I will, sir," she said, and off they went.


Constance and Dafydd

"Dafydd, please put the sword down."

Dafydd swung around to look at Constance. "They can't get away with this!" she exclaimed. "Elves may be girly, but I'm not female!"

"You are now," Constance said, eying her amusedly. "Come on, it's not that bad. I'm not having any trouble."

Dafydd scowled at him. "Says you," she muttered darkly. "But come on, Connie, they can't get away with this."

"Probably not," Constance agreed cheerfully. Reaching into a closet, he pulled out a sword. Dafydd blinked.

"Um."

"Yeeeees?"

"Your... er, your sword is on fire?"

Constance looked at it startledly. "Why, so it is! How clever of you to notice." He beamed.

"... right, then." Dafydd looked around. "Tanfin's asleep?"

"He is," Constance agreed. "Unless it's she by now." He swung his sword experimentally. "So shall we go and knock on the doors of HQ?"

Dafydd grinned. "Let's get knocking," she said, and headed for the door.

~

hS

And L&F's OFUR forms, just for fun:

Why?

...Oh, wait. This is the PPC. Insanity. I forgot. :P