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Switch, by Kijikun (NC-17)
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Francesca Vecchio/Renfield Turnbull
Author's website: A bit of the mind
Why this story must be read:
One last genderfuck, and this is a very different take on the genre, mostly because the genderswitch is female-to-male. Francesca finds herself the victim of a voodoo curse and the recipient of a Mountie's romantic intentions. It's funny and sweet, and an interesting way of rounding out two secondary characters.
Locking the door behind her, she turned and leaned her back against it. There was a mirror right across from her, and more tears spilled down her face. She looked---she looked--awkward. Still short, with dark short cut hair but the softness of her face had seemingly melted away. There were angles where there once were curves and her chest was very very flat.
Fraser would never like her now.
“This is so un-fair,” She whimpered at her reflection. Even her voice had changed to a deeper pitch. A soft rap-rap came at the door and she jerked it open ready to drill Turnbull a new one.
Only he wasn’t there and she looked around just to make sure. Fraser could appear out of no where and who's to say it wasn’t a thing all Mounties could do.
Turnbull though was no where to be seen but sitting in a neat pile by the door was some clothing. On the top sat a bar of chocolate
Frannie rubbed her hand across her eyes and picked up the chocolate first.
Switch
Pairing: Francesca Vecchio/Renfield Turnbull
Author's website: A bit of the mind
Why this story must be read:
One last genderfuck, and this is a very different take on the genre, mostly because the genderswitch is female-to-male. Francesca finds herself the victim of a voodoo curse and the recipient of a Mountie's romantic intentions. It's funny and sweet, and an interesting way of rounding out two secondary characters.
Locking the door behind her, she turned and leaned her back against it. There was a mirror right across from her, and more tears spilled down her face. She looked---she looked--awkward. Still short, with dark short cut hair but the softness of her face had seemingly melted away. There were angles where there once were curves and her chest was very very flat.
Fraser would never like her now.
“This is so un-fair,” She whimpered at her reflection. Even her voice had changed to a deeper pitch. A soft rap-rap came at the door and she jerked it open ready to drill Turnbull a new one.
Only he wasn’t there and she looked around just to make sure. Fraser could appear out of no where and who's to say it wasn’t a thing all Mounties could do.
Turnbull though was no where to be seen but sitting in a neat pile by the door was some clothing. On the top sat a bar of chocolate
Frannie rubbed her hand across her eyes and picked up the chocolate first.
Switch
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