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flywomanFandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Warning: Genderswap, crack!fic
Length: ~8300 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennyo
Author Website: Jennifer-Oksana's
Why this must be read:
This is another favorite from Jenny-O, but an utterly different beast from "Drive, He Said." It's the first genderswap I ever read, written way back when the concept was still at least something of a novelty, and although the cause of their dilemma is an X-File that technically is never solved, you'll be laughing too hard to care.
My train of thought derails abruptly when I realize that besides the
tank top, Scully’s body is clad only in panties.
There is a deity.
Shoving the blankets away, I stare at Scully’s thighs, memorizing the
sight of her pale body. They’re sensible panties, of course, but made of
a dark blue fabric with a faint, magical sheen. The tiny scrap of
fabric somehow manages to tantalize as it serves its mundane purpose.
The shrill ring of Scully’s bedside phone startles me from my lustful
contemplation of my partner’s assets. Guiltily, I haul the discarded
covers over her body before reaching for the phone.
In my own body, I could’ve touched the phone without even straightening
my arm completely, but Scully’s petite frame is another matter
entirely. I have no idea how the woman can even reach a kitchen
counter–her torso makes a 45-degree angle with the mattress before her
tiny hand closes over the receiver.
I bring the phone to my ear and, out of habit, answer, “Mulder.” My
name comes out in my usual staccato syllables, but it’s her throaty alto
that I hear. Belatedly, I realize my mistake and add, “Is that you?”
A pause, then my own voice– Is this how I sound to the world? Like a
robotic drone with a hint of laryngitis?– answers, “Yes.”
Before I can answer, Scully speaks again in my voice.
“What the fuck is going on?”
This Side of Paradise
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Warning: Genderswap, crack!fic
Length: ~8300 words
Author on LJ:
jennyoAuthor Website: Jennifer-Oksana's
Why this must be read:
This is another favorite from Jenny-O, but an utterly different beast from "Drive, He Said." It's the first genderswap I ever read, written way back when the concept was still at least something of a novelty, and although the cause of their dilemma is an X-File that technically is never solved, you'll be laughing too hard to care.
My train of thought derails abruptly when I realize that besides the
tank top, Scully’s body is clad only in panties.
There is a deity.
Shoving the blankets away, I stare at Scully’s thighs, memorizing the
sight of her pale body. They’re sensible panties, of course, but made of
a dark blue fabric with a faint, magical sheen. The tiny scrap of
fabric somehow manages to tantalize as it serves its mundane purpose.
The shrill ring of Scully’s bedside phone startles me from my lustful
contemplation of my partner’s assets. Guiltily, I haul the discarded
covers over her body before reaching for the phone.
In my own body, I could’ve touched the phone without even straightening
my arm completely, but Scully’s petite frame is another matter
entirely. I have no idea how the woman can even reach a kitchen
counter–her torso makes a 45-degree angle with the mattress before her
tiny hand closes over the receiver.
I bring the phone to my ear and, out of habit, answer, “Mulder.” My
name comes out in my usual staccato syllables, but it’s her throaty alto
that I hear. Belatedly, I realize my mistake and add, “Is that you?”
A pause, then my own voice– Is this how I sound to the world? Like a
robotic drone with a hint of laryngitis?– answers, “Yes.”
Before I can answer, Scully speaks again in my voice.
“What the fuck is going on?”
This Side of Paradise
