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Title: Other side of the Coin 1/?

Title: Other side of the Coin 1/?
Author: kaitlia777
Author's e-mail/website: kaitlia777@yahoo.com
Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
Summary: Prompt: This show is totally made of crack, but I don't think I've ever seen any gender bending. I'd love to see some. MMPR/Zeo is the era I'm most familiar with, but mostly I'd just like to see some spell that flips boys into girls, or even an AU where it's swapped or one person switches or whatever. Pairing of your choice, or just exploration of ZOMG
Type / Pairings:
Main characters: Billy Cranston, Kimberly Hart, Tommy Oliver, Rocky DeSantos, Adam Park, Aisha Campbell, Jason Scott, Zack Taylor, Trini Kwan
Rating: PG…so far
Warnings: Crack!
Spoilers: Can we even call them spoilers for a show that aired so long ago?
Beta: N/A
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of the recognizable character, just taking them out to play!
Author's Notes: ZOMG, NOSTALGIA!!! I know MMPR was set back in the 90’s but what the heck, I’m going to pretend it’s set in today’s world. LOL, for all we know the insanity of Angel Grove caused some weird time ripple. Anyhow, this is set after Jason, Trini and Zach leave, but for the sake of this story, they’re back for summer vacation.



It was a beautiful day in Angel Grove. The sun was shining in the clear, blue sky. There was just enough of a breeze to make the hot, June day seem to be the perfect temperature.

Even the birds in the trees were singing a little song, as group of teenagers enjoyed a wholesome picnic and soccer game in the park.

Honestly, it could have been a scene out of a TV show.

"Pass it over here!" Rocky DeSantos called out to Tommy Oliver, who was on his team, along with Adam Park. Their opponents were Billy Cranston, Jason Lee Scott and Zack Taylor. Kimberly Hart, Aisha Campbell and Trini Kwan were sitting on a picnic blanket, laughing as the boys horsed around.

Tommy dribbled the ball a few steps further and Jason stole it before a pass could happen. He passed it to Zack, who sent it to Billy, who passed it back to Jason, who scored by putting the ball between two bushes serving as goal posts.

High fives were exchanged and Rocky laughed. "Okay, Angel Grove High doesn't even have a soccer team! Where'd you two learn those skills?"

"Switzerland!" Zack replied for Jason and himself. "I think we're the only country in world that doesn't love soccer."

Jason, Zack and Trini had lived in Angel Grove for years, but had been selected to participate in an international youth peace conference in Geneva. The three former Rangers had just returned a few days earlier to spend summer vacation with their friends and families.

"Next time, I'm on their team," Adam piped up, then laughed as Rocky attempted to give him a boogie in retaliation.

As the boys wrestled playfully, Aisha, Trini and Kim laughed, rolling their eyes and chorusing, "Boys!"




Up on the moon, Rita Repulsa was engaging in her favorite, stalker-esque hobby, Ranger watching. She observed the playful scene in the park and stepped back from her telescope with a smirk.

"Finster!"




Under cover of night's darkness, thousands and thousands of pink and blue clouds descended over Angel Grove, one for every man, woman and child. Most were deep asleep, but those still awake were hit by a sudden, undeniable wave of exhaustion and couldn't fight the inevitable lure of slumber.

Slowly, the blue clouds shifted and became pink and vica versa. Then they dissipated entirely before anyone woke.




Over the years, during his time as a Power Ranger, then later in the Student Ambassador dorms, Jason had heard a lot of screams. The ones from his Ranger days were usually ones of terrified civilians being menaced by Rita's monsters. In the dorms, one occasional awoke to the dulcet tones of someone shouting at their significant other, or someone discovering they'd been pranked.

But, in the course of his life, he'd never heard anyone scream within the walls of his home.

Jumping out of bed, he stumbled, nearly crashing into a wall, oddly off balance, before sprinting down the short hall and bursting into his parents room, something he hadn't done since he was nine and...well, he saw something he refused to think about.

"Dad! What's...."

He froze.

It was the only rational response to lots of seemingly irrational stimuli. For one thing, his voice was so not his voice. For another, a rather burly dark haired woman (who bore a weird resemblance to Aunt Jenna, dad's sister) was standing by the dresser, cell phone in hand. A guy (who looked like mom's brother Mark) was sitting up in the bed, blankets pulled up to his chest, pale pink PJ top stretched across his shoulders.

What the hell?

Things only got weirder when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror that hung over the dresser...only, he wasn't himself.

Actually, he wasn't a he at all.

"Jason?" the woman said, sounding shocked, but like she was striving to remain calm.
"That you, son?"

The shock had swept away the last lingering sleepiness of the morning and Jason looked from the mirror, to the woman, to the man, gears in his brain working and providing him with a seemingly impossible conclusion. "Dad? Mom? What....?"

The woman -- his dad-- looked at his phone. "I just got a call from the station. This is happening all over town...I have to go to work, try to keep things from getting...."

There really wasn't anything to compare this to.

As if on cue, his mom's phone rang and she -- he-- she-- DAMNIT!-- picked it up. "Mary Scott...Yes, me too...I'll be there."

So both his mom and dad, an ER nurse and a police officer respectively, were being summoned to work, to deal with the crisis. Not unexpected, as stuff like this brought the crazies out of the woodwork and Angel Grove had more than its fair share of crazies.

He was okay with them keeping busy, as he had things to do himself. In Angel Grove, when something this...impossibly insane happened, it was usually the work of Rita or Lord Zedd. That meant it was a job for the Power Rangers.

Active Ranger or Not, Jason knew what he'd be doing today.




The familiar beep of his communicator woke Billy with a start. Rubbing a hand over his face, he yawned and touched the band on his wrist. "Billy here."

His voice sounded peculiar and he cleared his throat as an unfamiliar voice sounded from the communicator. "Billy? Is that you?"

He was perplexed. A mystery before his first cup of coffee. Not how he liked starting his day. "Who is this?"

There was a pause. "Have you looked in the mirror this morning?"

"No." He'd been working in his lab last night when he'd been hit by a wave of extreme exhaustion. Somehow, he'd staggered over to the small couch before passing out. As his father was out of town on business and there was no school in the summer, he hadn't woken until the comm rang. "Again, who is this?"

"Jason."

Billy blinked. Jason did not normally sound like a girl. Who was this person trying to pass herself off as his friend?

"Billy, man, look in the mirror."

There wasn't a mirror in the garage, but there were plenty of reflective surfaces. His eyes darted to one of those and he froze. "No way."

A girl was staring back at him. His mind catalogued observations. Pretty, long blond hair, slim frame, wearing the t-shirt he'd had on last night....

"...happening all over town. Mom and dad got called in to work, 'cause so many people are freaking out. I'm thinking this is probably a job for the Rangers...God, this is weird!"

"Agreed," Billy breathed, looking away from the disturbing reflection. "See you at the Command Center."

Even though Jason wasn't currently a Ranger...once a Ranger, always a Ranger. Even before they'd gotten they'd met Zordon, Jason was a leader and Billy knew there was no way he wouldn't want to be involved with working towards resolving this...issue.

Stumbling into the main part of the house, Billy hung onto the waist of his shorts to keep them in place. Bleakly, he wondered what he could wear that wouldn't lead to an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction.

In a moment of clarity, he remembered his older cousin, whom had visited a few weeks earlier to see Angel Grove University, had left a few things in the guest room, planning to return next month for summer orientation on campus.

From the brief glance he'd had in the lab, he figured he was now of comparable size and body type to Becca.

Entering the guest room, he paused and glanced into the mirror. Now that he thought about it, he could see similarities in this bone structure to the one he had known all his life. There was a small cleft in the chin, a straight, small nose, a fuller bottom lip and larger, blue-green eyes.

There was a moment of pained recognition when he noted that he looked a lot like his mother.

He pushed that thought from his mind and focused on the tangible things...like his hair. Long and slightly wavy, Billy ran shocked fingers through the tresses. The sudden appearance of all that hair had to violate the Law of Conservation of Matter.

Enough. He shook himself and pulled open a drawer, pulling out plain white underwear and a bra. It was exceedingly weird to be wearing someone else's underclothes, but the day he'd spent in Kimberly's body had educated him on the necessity of bras. And, at the moment, he was in possession of breasts bigger than Kim's.

Slipping them on, he quickly pulled on blue jeans and a cream colored tank top. The only pair of shoes Becca had left were a pair of suede, slip on Ugg ballet flats. Not particularly practical for a fight, but at least they weren't heels and they fit.

His glasses were too big for his face now, but he shrugged, deciding he'd done the best he could, considering the situation. Frankly, he was quite proud, considering the wreck he'd made of himself while having to pretend he was Kim.

Wondering how his friends were coping, he touched his communicator and was instantly transported to the Command Center.

TBC….




Well, what do you think so far? Comments, pretty please?
Tags: crack, fic, genderswap, mmpr
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