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Gender Switch	By : Satinka Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3029 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~* Author’s Note *~
I just recently became a fan of Invader Zim, so I’m not completely familiar with all the terms and such used in the series. So please just bear with me… any suggestions or helpful hints would be greatly appreciated! Reviews are always welcomed!!

I came up with this story after reading the wonderful 81 chapters of VINDICATION. It was a great story and got me to thinking… so a special thanks to the author of that story! MUCH LOVE! x3

~* Chapter One *~

A raven-haired boy sat, bent over his task. It had been years since he’d first laid eyes on the creature he strived to expose. Seven years to be exact. He’d been in elementary school then, now he was a senior in high school and the maturing age of eighteen. Having long since discarded his old hair style, it reminding him too much of his continuously absent father, he simply wore it down, the length resting on his slim shoulders. He still wore his favored black coat that swept to his calves over a plain black silk tee and baggy black jeans. A thick silver chain attached to his belt loop and hung loose in a crescent moon shape loop as it disappeared into his back pocket where it connected to his black leather wallet, was the only thing to break up the constant dark of his outfit. A pair of belted boots completed his nearly ‘goth’ look.
Dib had been working all night on a plan to get into the den of the creature he’d all but obsessed over the past seven years. Sometimes he caught himself wondering when he continued to try to expose Zim. The tiny invader had improved considerably since he’d first arrived. His disguise was now perfected, having decided to look at the little details of a human’s anatomy. Starting with some kind of peach looking cream, or Dib assumed was cream, to mimic the pale complexion of a human. Suppose he got tired of Dib pointing out his smooth, flawless green complexion to everyone and having them question it further after awhile. Such as why he didn’t have someone treat it or try to control it. A couple even researched it to see if there was such a condition. Whatda know? They DO have brains. Dib had thought irritably. He’d ranted about it and they didn’t start thinking about it till about two years had past. After completing the task of covering his skin, Zim had gone the whole nine yards! Making a human’s nose, ears, and even mechanical gloves to give himself five fingers instead of three. Damned clever alien. With that, he’d taken most of Dib’s hope in getting others to believe him. Zim looked completely human, was now talking like any other teenaged boy, and could even handle most foods and drinks. Though Dib could tell his little alien didn’t like the taste, even though he veiled this distaste from all others. Humans were so easy to fool, it would seem.
Dib turned his amber gaze back to his work, barely stifling a tired yawn. Zim’s base had even improved over the years. Probably thanks to Dib trying to brake into it all the time so Zim could learn where his weak ones were, but still, the pale boy tried. One of these times, Zim! I will get in and I will expose you to the world! His threats carried less meaning in them now. Over the years, playing this little game of cat and mouse with Zim had became a comforting constant in his life. Unlike his father and even his sister. Both having all but abandoned him, mostly to do their own things. His father continued as he always had every since Dib had been young, working in his lab and hardly ever home. Gaz, his little sister, had found herself a ‘click’ in his school and was always out running around with them. Dib’s mind drifted back to one of the times he’d tried to get her to stay home with him for a little while. Not wanting to be alone for, yet, another night.

“Please, Gaz? Why can’t you stay here for tonight?” He almost sounded whiney, but at the moment didn’t care. He was tired of always being by himself. If begging would get his little sister to stay and not have to spend another night talking to the walls, he would.
“Why would I want to? So I can stay here and listen to my crazy brother talk about some alien? Right! I’m out.” Her words stung him and the sound of the slamming door rang sharp in his ears.

Dib shook his head as tears threatened to fall. No one wanted to spend time with him, no one really cared. He was crazy and worthless in the eyes of all those around him. All… except Zim. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dib heaved a heavy sigh before plucking his contacts out of his eyes to place away and slipped his glasses on as his eyes started to burn from the drying contacts. I’m so going to have to have surgery on my eyes so I don’t have to worry about glasses or contacts anymore. Turning his gaze back on the plans he had scattered on his desk, he glanced at the clock and then out the window. The sun would rise soon and he still had a few tweaks to his over all plan. Dib looked over his shoulder at the door, wondering idly if there was anyone home and then shrugged. Suddenly not caring as he started to think if there was anything he wasn’t thinking of about Zim’s base that he should consider.
After a few more hours, with the sun at high noon, Dib finally decided that there was little else he could do with his plans and stood up. Stretching out his six-foot frame, he slipped his glasses off and half stumbled over to his bed. Tonight, Zim… Tonight. A small smirk curved his lips as he kicked off his boots and flopped back into the bed. I’ll execute my plans tonight. Was his last thought as he slowly slipped into a dreamless sleep.

“GIR!” Came a barking, harsh voice, a crash, and a little robot with turquoise eyes came racing out of the room covered in chocolate and happily munching on a Hershey’s bar. Inside, a slender figure was fuming over the latest mess the little android had made. Chocolate coated the surface of the control panel he’d been working on and he grumbled as he cleaned it up with a tattered rag. Zim tossed the rag aside and reached for a cleaner one when a chirping sound rang out and the computer resounded with a ‘Transmission from the Massive.’ Great…The little Irken sighed and flopped down in his chair. Calling for a good laugh, again, no doubt. It had been the fifth time that day they’d tried to call and Zim considered ignoring this one as well, but figured they’d never give up till they got through. Let’s get this over with then.
“Computer. Take transmission.” He barked the simple order and then glanced down at himself. Maybe he should have changed? Zim wore Earthen cloths, a large dark blue shirt with the logo of a popular music band on the front and a pair of baggy blue jeans. With a shrug, he decided it didn’t matter much. Might give them an easy laugh and he could get back to completing his latest experimentally device. When the screen lowered itself and lit up with the faces of his two Tallest, Zim stood and sweep into an easy bow. Showing respect even thought he’d long since lost all for the two before him.
“My Tallest.” The statement was simple, but edged with barely hidden annoyance. The Irkens give him a dispassionate gaze for a moment, then the one with violet eyes spoke with thinly hidden amusement.
“How is your… invasion… going, Zim?” Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Zim gritted his teeth. He knew they really didn’t care how it was going, in fact, he knew it was just a fake mission to get him out of their antennas.
“It’s going… well, my Tallest.” The purple-eyed Irken’s partner twitched an antenna and glanced at his friend before shrugging. They’d obviously began to wonder about Zim’s change in reactions toward his Tallest, but didn’t seem too worried about it. Or care enough to say anything. To them, he was a useless drone, good for nothing more then to be a joke. A personal game piece. Zim smiled to himself, making sure to keep the same impassive look on his face, as he thought about everything he’d gained while on Earth. The Tallest made a huge mistake by sending him here. For, thought they didn’t seem to know how to use it properly, the humans had much to offer as far as technology went. Much of which, had helped him repair, maintain, change, improve, and build his base and once malfunctional S.I.R unit. If his fellow Irkens knew what was on this planet, they would have never sent him here.
“Ah. Good.” Snickered one of the pair, snapping Zim out of his thoughts. “What had you done to… take over?” Zim glanced to his left as Gir entered, munching on another chocolate bar.
“Get out of here with that, Gir. I don’t want to have to clean up more of that sweet shit.” His voice was soft as he spoke with his beloved little robot and the unit saluted him before turning and marching back out. “Wash up too!” Zim barked with a chuckle and shook his head before turning his gaze back to his Tallest. Almost bursting out with a fit of laughter at the look of confusion on their faces. Somehow containing himself, he quirked an antenna.
“A few things are in the works… and what’s the matter, my Tallest?” The pair on the screen looked at each other then back to Zim and was about to open their mouths when Zim’s alarms went off. Annnnnd… saved by the Dib! Thought Zim, as he glanced over at his surveillance screens.
“I’m sorry, my Tallest. I seem to have an intruder. Zim out!” With that, the computer automatically ended the transmission and the Irken turned his attention to the task at hand.
Going through this dance over and over again was a strange kind of comfort to Zim, though he would never say this to anyone. Barely even admitting it to himself. He punched in a few commands, which the computer fallowed flawlessly, and stood to turn and face Dib as the boy fell into the room. He stood and brushed himself off, turning to glare at the Irken. Dib stood a couple inches taller then Zim, it amazed the Irken how very fast the humans seemed to grow.
“Hello again, Dib. What brings you to my lovely home?” Zim drawled with a smirk as he keyed in a few more things and long, thin-wired tentacles snapped out, seemingly from nowhere, and curled themselves around Dib tightly. The human hissed and struggled to get free, deciding it hopeless, he decided to turn his attention to Zim.
“You know what I’m doing here, Zim! Let me go!” The Irken’s eyes suddenly lit up as a thought run through his mind.
“No. I don’t think I will. Now yet anyway.” With glee dancing in the depths of his scarlet eyes, Zim tapped another button and disposed Dib into a clear container. “You saved me the trouble of going and hunting a ginny-pig down. I’ll test this on YOU!” Dib felt his stomach bottom out, what was he going to test on him? Suddenly fearful, he pressed his palms against the cool glass to watch the Irken.
“What are you doing, Zim?” He was sure to keep the unease from his voice as he craned as best he could to see where Zim was. He could hear the Irken humming something under his breath and it made him shiver. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here tonight. Dib thought with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose and sliding his glasses back into place when he dislodged them. Zim seemed to have not heard him or was ignoring him, Dib wasn’t sure which, for he hadn’t answered. Finding it hard to see what the Irken was doing, he looked around his confinement. It was a clear, glass container with a small hole on the top, a tube covering to it and multiple wires connected to its sides. What WAS Zim planning to do? Something that didn’t bode well for him, Dib was sure of that and he sighed. Oh well…there are things worse then death. He could hear Zim tapping and clicking things and turned his attention back to the slim invader.
Zim snickered as he punched in a few more keys. Hope this works. He glanced over his shoulder at the human as he watched him work, seeming to have settled into an odd stillness as he slide down the side of the container to sit on the floor. Defeat… that was what was written on the grim edges of his mouth. This unsettled the proud Irken a little, but he shrugged it off and hit the last key and turned his eyes to the smaller container just out of Dib’s sight that held a small animal in it. Zim wanted the creature twitch and heard a high-pitched shriek as dozens of needles into its tiny body and drew blood from it. A grunt and pained moan resounded behind him and Zim turned to see the needles piercing his flesh to drain the blood into him. It was a long shot, but Zim had wondered if he could infuse certain traits from an animal into a human. Just had never thought to actually use Dib to see if it would work. A frown creased his face as Zim started to think it was a bad idea to, what if something went wrong and Dib died? What the hell would he do without the meddling human to liven up things? With a sigh, the Irken plopped down into his chair and shook his head, not much he could do about it now… but wait. He watched Dib’s tube fill with strange smoke, a sort of way to prevent the subject from dying. Something Zim had created and he’d to have been effective in the past, he hoped it would serve to help Dib stay alive as well.
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