AN: This story began as a challenge by shameslashsickness that originally focused on cross-dressing, then gender identity and that drifted to the consequences of the early KP episode MIND GAMES, were such an occurrence actually possible. Somewhere along the line, ChaosWolf tossed in a second challenge revolving around the same theme. This story attempts to cover both, but it gets rather 'nuts and bolts,' both technically and other ways you might expect. Finally, if you see a song title used, you can rest assured that the song lyrics are somehow appropriate. LEGAL at bottom.

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A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

By SHADO Commander

CHAPTER ONE – MISTER BIG STUFF

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The museum was as well guarded as they always were: Pressure sensors at all the entrances, video cameras operating in every layer of the visible and invisible spectrums, even a McHenry laser grid in the main exhibit hall… none of which meant a damn to Shego, of course.

Choosing to make her own entrance rather than those the architects had provided, she came in through the back wall of the most secure exhibit area… which, ironically, shared a common wall with the gift shop whose own simple but effective sets of deadbolts, motion detectors and a two by four secured with a bicycle chain would have given her more trouble than the state of the art defenses she'd just breezed through. Not surprising, given that most security systems specialists simply couldn't imagine that someone could melt the reinforced double steel wall between the multiple layers of plasterboard without setting the building itself on fire. As it was, the resulting smoke and steam would have set off the fire alarms, had Shego not already taken care of the main junction box for those during the daytime as she did her final case of the premises disguised as a feeble old woman who seemed to need to sit down and lean against things frequently. A quick zap of plasma as her 'tired patron' had leaned against the wall fried all cables running inches beneath her fingers, a trick that no one had yet seemed to realize that she was capable of, and at the same time she'd neatly fused each of the laser grid's projecting lenses into mirrors, so that they "saw" a beam that was never even being projected. There's been a time when she'd taken incredible pride in doing something so outlandish that no designer have ever even imagined it could be done, let alone done it on the fly in full public view with nobody noticing. Now she'd done it so often it wasn't even a challenge anymore.

Of course, when it came to challenges, the truth was that Shego COULD have just walked off with her target that afternoon rather than waiting for the after-hours. It wasn't as if the museum guards would have been able to stop her, but no doubt some very nice pieces of art might have been destroyed and a few innocent passerbys would be injured in the the ensuing ruckus. Mostly, though, she hadn't done it because it would have been even less of a challenge than this cakewalk was proving to be.

And that lack of challenge was really the cause of Shego's malaise as she made her way across the room towards her target, the display of priceless diamonds and its dazzling centerpiece, the ever so slightly viridian hued Green Serpent of Kali. The theft was a fait accompli, and had been since she'd first learned of the baseball sized diamond's recent loan from a the collection of a wealthy Indian industrialist. After all, no one could stop her anymore. So, just to keep things interesting, she intentionally gave herself a number of challenges on every new job. It wasn't about getting out with the diamonds anymore… that was a given. It was about trying to find something that could actually make her work for her goal.

For not the first time in the middle of a heist, her mind rolled back to the one person who had been able to stop her. What in the hell had happened to Kim? Two years later it was still a mystery, and it wasn't as if the entire villainous underground hadn't been trying to figure it out. One day she was there, stopping Duff Killigan in the morning and Shego and Drakken in the evening, and then she was just… gone. Forget about Amelia Earhart and Judge Crater, this trail was so cold that Big Daddy Brotherson had finally posted a sign in front of his place of business that read "No Kim Possible questions," and at one point Shego herself had hacked into Global Justice's records hoping to find at leas some hint but… nothing. She HAD learned that Possible's former buffonfriend, Stoppable, was in Japan, but he seemed to be keeping company with a Japanese girl, and her Asian contacts had come up with no evidence of Kim contacting him, either. Kim's records, however, simply ended, after the day she'd disappeared, the only mention of the name Possible in Dr. Director's private files referenced Kim's cousin, who also seemed to be intent on going into the hero business but hadn't managed to make it onto the national scene yet.

For a long time Shego had wondered if someone had actually killed the teenager and the complete lack of information was an unusually effective government cover-up. But if another villain HAD killed Kim, then why hadn't they stepped forward to claim that victory? And who COULD have killed Kim? The girl had been Shego's equal at the end and it would have taken something like nerve gas to take her out. And while there was the possibility that Kim had had been killed in a natural disaster… well, wouldn't someone have said something? It vexed her. Maybe not as much as Possible herself had vexed her, but it was damn close.

Hell, maybe she should make that her next challenge. Finding out what had really happened to Princess once and for all. At least then Possible's damn ghost would be following her from job to job, distracting her from what she should be thinking about at times like this. She'd actually been standing in front of the case with the Serpent for thirty seconds, but her mind had been years away.

Raising her clawed gloves up above her head, she prepared to slash open the 'impregnable' glass case that contained her main target, the 3000 carat diamond that was coincidentally the exact same size as Shego's fist.

"Ahem."

Shego jumped in shock. Not a big jump, but definitely more a jump than a start. No one had snuck up on her in years! Swiveling on one heel, she turned to face the source of the 'ahem'…

…and realized that the reason the man had managed to escape her notice was that he had been sitting in the hollowed out recess under the next display case, something that had only been made possible by his short stature. He was so short, in fact, Shego almost wanted to laugh when she saw him, as he was considerably shorter than she was… And THAT meant, of course, was that he was just a museum guard, given that he was well below the standard heights for cops in this town.

Okay, and the khaki museum guard shirt and black uniform slacks he was wearing were also a pretty good hint, though he certainly didn't meet her mental image of the typical private security guard. For one thing, he looked reasonably competent… or at least self confident, and he wasn't the usual retired cop, though ex-military was possible. His incredibly intense brown eyes, shock of short dark hair, round face and deep tan complexion all indicated Hispanic ancestry, which was accentuated by his thick dark mustache, slim build, and if he hadn't been so short, he'd have been quite the image of the classic 'latin lover.'

He also obviously had no clue about self-preservation. Most security guards learn early that their job is to discourage trouble, and then call the cops and take cover when it came time to actually confront it. However, as she watched, the idiot actually put up his fists… he wasn't even carrying a gun, just a single baton clipped to his belt… and the fool was going to try to take HER on, alone?

"Hey look Mister Big Stuff," Shego laughed, showing him her claws, "I don't know who you think you are or what they pay you for this security gig, but it's sure as hell not going to be worth your hospital bills or the pain I'm going to inflict on you. So if you'll just…"

Shego's voice was cut off by the need to dodge as the man moved with incredible speed and almost connected with her chin! Holy shit! This guy was FAST! Really fast, and as Shego responded with a sidestep that flowed seamlessly into a Mantis attack, the man was moving just as quickly into a perfectly time Crane response! To her shock, Shego actually found herself pushed back by the guard's return, and before she could recover he slipped into Muay Thai, striking her not once, not twice, but THREE times with a Mat Wiang Klap spinning back fist, followed by a staggering Kradot Te jump kick that caught Shego mid-section and sent her flying backwards across the exhibit area to crash against the unbreakable glass case containing a display of pyrites. Splatting across the glass like a bug on a windshield, Shego suddenly found herself lying on the floor and tasting blood in her mouth.

What.

The.

Fuck?

Shego was back on her feet in seconds, but that was mainly because her opponent simply stood there and waited for her to get up. He even nodded and made a little 'shall we resume?'motion with his hands. The patronizing son of a bitch!

Fine. Obviously this guy wasn't just a guard. He was a ringer and the whole thing must have been a set-up and… Oh for crying out loud! Shego wanted to slap herself on the head like she used to clock Doctor D as she remembered how her interest had skyrocketed when she'd caught the news article about the Green Serpent of Kali… Of course someone would have figured she'd come after it! But that meant he knew what he was in for, so the gloves were off… or in this case, on, as in on fire.

Shego ignited and attacked.

He didn't even flinch, not even as her first blazing swipe missed his face by inches! But the reason she missed his face is that he had switched styles again and was bent over half-backward… but instead of falling, he let his inertia carry him back into a flip, and as his feet came up he tagged Shego AGAIN, this time on the chin with his heavy boots! It was driving Shego crazy… he was hitting her again and again and she hadn't gotten a good one in once!

Deciding to let her inhuman strength and healing be the deciding factor, Shego plowed in for more punishment. That proved to be a little better. He was getting in SIX hits to every one of hers that connected, but at least she was finally getting hits in. Never long enough to burn, though, as somehow he managed to slide off every impact rather than take it head on! It was like fighting the ghost of Bruce Lee… emphasis on the ghost!

And yet… as intense as it was, as deadly as the outcome could have been, Shego was exhilarated beyond belief! Yes! THIS was what it was like to be challenged! She was grunting and sweating like a pig, but she knew there had to be a huge grin on her face as techniques she hadn't used in years came back to her, usually just in time to prevent being taken down for the count by this infuriating little man! And he… well, it was hard to read his expression, but she could have sworn there was a thin smile on his lips as well.

And then she realized why he was smiling. HE was WINNING. As Shego huffed and puffed, he still moved with that same fluid elegance. Her strength and endurance had always been better than anyone else she'd gone up against, but she was way out of practice… had gotten lazy and soft. As he drove her back yet again, she only escaped by grabbing an ancient suit of armor and throwing it at him.

She missed. Or to be more precise, he jumped over it. It bought her a second, of time to think in though. He was a better martial artist than her… there wasn't even a question of it now. But she still had her claws and her flames, and if she charged in, willing to take everything he could dish out in exchange for one lethal hit…

She was moving even as she thought, her fists glowing so hot they could melt steel and the flames rippling over the entire upper half of her torso!

She'd forgotten about his baton.

For the first time, the weapon came out of its holster… impossibly fast… and Shego felt the agonizing pain as the claws of both of her gloves were SNAPPED off by two incredibly rapid baton swings. The fingers inside the gloves nearly did the same, but the man had hit just high enough that she only felt the digits breaking, not being literally ripped off her body. The pain was still unbelievable, however, so much so that she barely even noticed the following three baton swings that impacted her ribs, left arm and the side of her head.

And the feeling of her body hitting the floor? Well, as the saying goes, the part that hurt the worst was her pride. She'd just been taken down by a tiny little guy with no super powers at all, and she'd given it everything she had! No one had ever done that to her, no one except…

And that's when she saw it. As her tormentor approached with three pairs of Global Justice plasma-proof handcuffs he'd apparently had hidden someplace in the room, she saw his eyes.

One brown. One green. And she KNEW that green.

"P… Princess?" Shego gurgled.

The man stopped in shock, then blinked his eyes as he realized what had happened. That "he'd" lost a brown contact lens somewhere during the fight.

"Aw fuck." Her adversary suddenly swore in a voice that was still recognizable, for all that it was pitched a bit deeper. "I knew this was a bad idea."

Shego knew her jaw was hanging open and it wasn't because of the the fact that she'd been beaten for the first time in years, or that she was actually going to jail. It was the fact that it sure as all fucking hell was Kim Possible who had just done it, for there was now no doubt at all as to who was buried beneath all the drag-king gear.

There was a strange moment of silence as Kim declined to say another word and simply strode with a distinctly manly gate to the fallen villain and carefully flipped Shego over with the toe of one boot. The SAME kind of boots, Shego now recognized, that Kim had always worn back when they used to fight, but she'd never even snapped to that in the heat of battle. Or maybe she'd just been thrown by the fact that they were at least two sizes larger.

And that was actually true with a lot of things, the green woman realized as Kim knelt down and quickly began to lock the villainess down in a very professional hog tie. Kim's muscle definition was clearly more defined and the arms that cinched Shego's legs up to the middle of her back were a lot stronger than they had been. Even her hands looked more powerful, and it was hard to miss the scars on the knuckles. Wherever Kim had been and whatever she'd been doing, she'd obviously been using her training and skills a lot harder than Shego had. But the freakiest part, the part that was really blowing her mind, was that as hard as she tried to see the edges of Kim's fake mustache… she COULDN'T.

"Kimmie?" She asked, inexplicably more focused on her old rival than the fact that she was being trussed up like a turkey. "Where in the hell have you been? What in the hell happened to you?"

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'What in the hell happened to me?' The person who had been Kim Possible thought as she looked back at the confusion and bafflement in her old foe's eyes, wondering if Shego had any Earthly conception as to just how complicated the answer to the question was. And yet, as the electrical impulses of that thought danced through her brain, something that had been locked inside her suddenly surged forward… like a locked-up, rusty old clock that hadn't moved in years finally succumbing to the pressure built behind it by the still wound clockspring, breaking free of the rust and gritting ticking back into its old cycle of operation for a moment. Maybe it was just hearing the name "Kimmie" again, instead of the J.K. she'd been for two years, but suddenly she just felt an incredible desire to vent, to finally tell SOMEONE everything she'd been going through. Even if that person was Shego.

Or maybe especially BECAUSE that person was Shego.

Because it was likely that Shego was one of the tiny handful of people who would ever be able to truly understand… and not just because the green woman had been there herself, in a wide array of physical, physiological and pyschological contexts, but also because J.K. wouldn't even exist if it hadn't have been for Shego. And, of course, also because it wasn't as though Shego was ever going to be able to tell anyone, not while J… er, Kim had the convenient Neuralizer in her pocket, the short term neural eraser that had 'fixed' the few previous instances where he..r deep cover had somehow been blown. Yes, when looked at one way it did seem a bit selfish to use the jade vixen that way… but would it really be so wrong just to unleash all those bottled thoughts and feelings, just for a moment, knowing that all Shego was going to retain was a hazy spot in her memory that she'd attribute to being unconscious or drugged?

Or would she?

Maybe… Kim thought, as she finished binding the slender green wrists to the jade beauty's surprisingly delicate ankles… maybe THIS TIME she might decide to NOT use the eraser. The deadline she'd been working against was nearly here and she was ahead of the schedule she'd set for herself… way, way ahead of where anyone else had thought she could possibly be, even with all the extra missions 'he' had been running on the side. And in a few more months it wasn't going to matter a damned bit who knew who J.K. was or had been, because he… or she, damn it… wasn't going to be around, anyway.

Except inside her head, of course. The last two years had been extraordinarily… educational… in that respect. Especially after all the hormone shots responsible for her modest body reshaping and the quite real body and facial hair growth that had allowed her to pass so convincingly as the very male Janus Kimberly Two-Spirits. She could have gone the whole way… Kim knew DNAmy had the technology to do it in a way that would have been perfectly reversible, and the mad geneticist wouldn't have remembered a thing after a quick neuralizer blast... but as Kim had already learned, to alter the actual brain carried the risk of losing her base self forever. So, instead, spray tan, hair dye, the contacts and some strategic padding and binding, combined with the hormone treatments and the tiny vocoding chip implanted in her larynx had sufficed to make her appear convincingly male. Which had been more than enough, as the song said, for Kim to have looked at things from both sides now. And, perhaps not surprisingly, she had come to the same conclusion as Joni Mitchell…

And on that note, as she looked down at Shego's bound body and the huge green eyes looking up at her, the decision made itself. As the J.K. half of the brain would say, why the fuck not? She was going to have to do this with someone eventually, so why not give it a shot now while she still had a do-over?

With what she knew had to be a strange expression given the missing contact, she surrendered to the need to give her heart voice, sitting down beside the beaten villain with a soft sigh of relief.

"First of all," She began, "My name's J.K. now. That can mean Just Kim to you, okay? And this all actually began with something you and Drakken did a long time ago…"

To Be Continued

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Legal stuff: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Shego, Dr. Director, Dr. Draken, DNAmy, Duff Killigan and Big Daddy Brotherson are all borrowed from the wonderful KP Universe, are the creations of Mark McCorkle and Bob Schooley, and are trademarks of the Disney media organizations. Songs: Mister Big Stuff, originally performed by Jean Knight, written by Joseph Broussard, Carol Washington and Ralph Williams. "Both Sides Now" written and originally performed by Joni Mitchell. All use should be considered fair under current parody law, and is not for profit in any case. This story takes place at a time at which all characters shown should be considered to be over the legal age of 18.