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Tales From the Locker Room	By : ShadowProc213 Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 16675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Kim Possible" the animated series or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Tales From the Locker Room
- 1
Author's Note about Pronouns: This story revolves around a time when two people, who were of opposite genders, switched bodies. This led to a conundrum regarding how pronouns should then work. I decided to match the pronouns based on what gender they preferred, rather than how they would be identified by their temporary state.
For example, Ron in Kim's body is still a 'he', even though his current body is completely female. I'm only bringing this up because, as with most erotic fiction, visual imagery is important, and I didn't want anyone to be confused by the phrases 'his pussy', 'her cock', and 'his breasts'.
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When it comes to getting prepared, putting on makeup in the morning, an all the like, Kim is honestly a lot like most other girls; but when it comes to getting dressed, especially with something where time is usually a factor, she could move through wardrobe very quickly.
Today, of course, there was no crunch for time. It was just another day, and another cheer practice, and everyone had arrived plenty early. Her perfectionist nature almost always meant being ready last, but everyone else had either been ready five minutes after reaching their lockers... Or had, in the case of Bonnie, just shown up to school fully dressed in their cheer outfit. The only person ready earlier than that is Ron, and that's because he just put on a giant dog head and started waiting on the bleachers.
"My big guy felt great last night." Tara said, brushing her golden hair aside. "Thanks for introducing us last week, Bonnie. He's the biggest I've had."
"You know I live to hook my friends up with the best matches for them. The bigger the better." Bonnie smiled at the other cheerleaders. She was very friendly, after all, to every cheerleader besides Kim. Unfortunately for Bonnie, the other cheerleaders liked Kim.
"What about you, Kim? What's the biggest you've ever had?" Crystal asked, that brown hair full of kinks bouncing along to her excited curiosity.
"I never measured, but I think it was about from here to here." She pointed to her elbow, then to a part of her palm.
"That sounds huge!" Jessica yelled. "What do you call him? Where did you get it?"
"Uh... Ron." Kim answered, raising an eyebrow at the question and picking up a pair of pom-poms. "Because I got it from Ron."
"You named your biggest dildo after the boy who bought it for you?" Tara asked. "That's sweet."
"No. I'm talking about Ron. Just Ron, without any toys. I don't even own any sex toys." Kim explained. "You mean you weren't all just talking about your boyfriends?"
"Most of us don't jump into bed with a guy." Bonnie retorted, hands on her hips. That's when everyone else in the locker room started laughing wildly.
"I think it's sweet. Kim's only slept with one guy, and she waited until senior year. Compared to her, we're all sluts." Tara giggled, still laughing.
"I didn't wait until senior year." Kim admitted. "I mean, if you guys are going to sit around and tell anecdotes about sex, I've got a few stories of my own to tell." The other girls looked shocked, since Kim and Ron hadn't started dating until senior year.
"See? I told you! I bet she did the same thing with Mankey and all those celebrity boyfriends!" Bonnie yelled.
"No, just Ron-- Wait. What celebrity boyfriends?" Kim demanded.
"Bonnie's been getting really heavy into the tabloids about you. We all have." Jessica explained.
"Why?...."
"Because it all sounds awesome! It's like fan-fiction, but about a real person!" Tara squealed.
"Right. Well, I've never had a celebrity boyfriend. Just the regular guys from Middleton. As for stories, though, I remember my first kiss..."
... In Seventh Grade, when Kim kissed Walter Nelson ...
The discomfort of the drive to the orthodontist was dwarfed only by the drive home. On the way there, Kim would just listen to Mrs. Stoppable making goofy, if occasionally profound, banter with Ron. Kim couldn't talk on that ride because two hanging wires had fused her braces with the braces of one Walter Nelson.
On the drive home, Kim got to listen to her father, going on and on about how he didn't want her getting involved with any boys. She couldn't talk because her father was very upset and ranting at the thought of a boy putting his hands on her.
"Situations like this are why you shouldn't be spending time with boys. I'm just glad Ron was there to help you." Mr. Possible said gruffly from the driver's seat. "Besides, most boys are only interested in one thing."
Ron leaned in toward his friend, smiled as he pecked her on the cheek. It seemed like a good enough joke to him. "That's not exactly right, Ron." Dr. Possible corrected, "But it's the general idea." They pulled in to the Possible home's driveway. "You two can go play upstairs, I need to pick the twins up from their after-school program."
When they got to Kim's room, her first reaction was to curl up in a ball on her bed. "I tried to kiss a boy. My first kiss, and I end up with my teeth stuck to his."
"Relax, KP." Ron put his hand on her shoulder, and tried to look at her eyes, which were clamped shut. "I don't mean to go all 'after-school special', but a first kiss isn't something you should rush. All those chick-flicks we see together talk about being with someone you trust, someone you care about, even just--"
Ron never finished that sentence. He was interrupted by Kim tackling him to the ground. There wasn't any attempt by Ron to get away; he was used to being used as a practice dummy for Kim's martial arts. This time, she pressed her closed lips against his. She was rewarded by a blank stare from Ron.
"Not worried about the braces after what happened today?" He asked.
"Not with you. You're someone I trust, who I can talk to, and you don't... mmm..." She moaned in mid-sentence as she slipped her tongue past his teeth and started swirling it around. "you don't even have braces..."
Ron leaned back a little, and put his hand over Kim's mouth. "All true; I'm also not your boyfriend. Walter is, or he was until just today."
"He broke up with me as soon as our braces were fixed. It's not the kind of thing my Dad would want to talk about." Kim explained. She didn't so much get away from Ron as she did just roll off him. They both stared up at the ceiling for a little while. "Since Bonnie started calling me 'tin teeth', you're the only boy who talks to me. Sure would be nice if I had someone to practice with." She kissed Ron's cheek, the same way he had kissed her in the car.
... Back in Senior Year ...
"Tara was right!" Jessica squealed. "She said it would be a sweet story, and it was absolutely adorable."
"So what?" Bonnie scowled. "I bet all the other stories are at least R-rated."
"Whether you think it's lurid or not, you should hear the story about when Ron and I switched bodies." Kim smirked.
"Switched bodies!?" Tara yelled. "When, exactly?"
"What does 'lurid' mean?" Hope asked.
Kim shrugged at the question. For her, it didn't feel like a big issue, partially since it was three years ago. "Cheer Regionals, Freshman Year. Remember when Ron did that amazing routine? That was me. I thought it was obvious."
"I really want to know what 'lurid means!'" Hope repeated.
Bonnie put a hand on Hope's shoulder, "It means NC-17 or X-rated." Then Bonnie leaned her head out of the locker room. "Stoppable!" She yelled to the bleachers, "Come in here, Ron."
Ron usually followed orders, and he walked into the girls' locker room with a hand over his eyes. "Yes, Bonnie? What do you need help with?"
"You can uncover your eyes. I just got it on good authority that it's not the first time you've seen us all naked."
"Excuse me?" Ron demanded. He did uncover his eyes, but just to glare at Bonnie for making the accusation.
"Relax, Ron. They're just talking about the body switch." Kim explained, getting a look from her boyfriend. "They were sharing dirty stories. I wanted to join in."
"And, of course, our gender-swapped, body-swapped story is just the thing to share." Ron shot.
"Tell you what..." Kim started, tracing her fingertips down that sweatshirt of his, "If I get to tell the 'second base' story, you get to tell them about Sophomore Year." Ron just sat down, clearly agreeing, as Kim started talking.
... In Freshman Year ...
Swapping your body with someone else is never going to be an easy process, but Ron had no idea how to wear Kim's wardrobe. Not just in terms of making it all look good, but in terms of putting most of it on to begin with. Kim had figured out Ron's clothes in about three minutes, including the time it took to rifle through his disorganized closet.
Ron, on the other hand, couldn't figure out how to unhook a bra; luckily, Kim was enough of a perfectionist that it didn't matter who was in her body. They sat in Kim's room, with Kim sitting behind Ron, on the bed. Kim unhooked the bra, and it fell right off those lithe shoulders that Ron had acquired.
"I still don't get why we need to change the underwear." Ron complained, handing over the bra.
"Simple." Kim explained, holding the bra up. "These are black, the uniforms are bright blue, and I don't want to advertise to everyone in school what color they are!" She handed him a baby blue bra that looked just the same, except for color. "Slip this on, and I'll hook it for you."
Ron put the bra on, "I'm hard-pressed to think of a way that this could get more embarrassing, KP."
"Take off your pants. That includes underpants." Kim instructed.
"That's good. Whatever you were wearing is riding up." Ron commented, slipping the cargo pants off first.
"It's not riding up." Kim corrected, snapping the waistband on what Ron was wearing. "It's a thong. Doing what it's supposed to do." Ron slid the thong down those new, slender legs he was wearing. "Namely, show this off." She proclaimed, giving the butt in front of her an open-hand spank.
"Why is it that a feminist like you is so eager to treat me like a doll?" Ron demanded. "You're literally dressing me up."
"Yeah, but I had to literally 'work my butt off' to work my butt into that shape." Kim smiled at him.
Ron crossed his arms in front of those petite, firm breasts. Naked, he was used to, occasionally even proud of, but being in a girl's body was brand new and frankly felt humiliating. He wouldn't say that, but the glare in his eyes may have said it. "You get to do this stuff to me... because you've put more effort into this body? That's a little cruel."
Kim's eyes softened a little. "You're right, but I've got a way to make it up to you." She patted the bed behind her. "Sit with me on the bed." Ron sat where instructed, since optimism is infectious. "And spread your legs."
"Even for us, this feels really weird." Ron commented. "And if you're suggesting what I think you are, then it would be much easier if I just stood in front of a mirror and did jumping jacks."
"It wouldn't work." Kim argued. "That'll still just feel like you're looking at yourself. So relax, close your eyes, and don't freak at what happens next."
Ron closed his eyes, then asked the obvious. "What could happen weirder than--" He was cut off when Kim kissed him... with his own mouth. There was a moment of initial shock, followed by reflexively grasping her shoulders like every time they had practiced before. Breaking the kiss, Ron asked the next most obvious. "Right now, what we're doing, isn't it a little 'sick and wrong'?"
"That's why we just keep our eyes closed and ignore the differences between us. Like this one." She pressed three fingers against Ron's brand new, rapidly moistening pussy and started fervently rubbing; and, despite having kept his own voice, Ron still let out girlish little squeaks as Kim brushed her palm against his incredibly tender clit.
Their mouths opened wider, their tongues both sliding back and forth against one another. Ron slipped his hands down from those shoulders and up underneath the shirt Kim was wearing. They parted for a moment, Kim put her arms over her head, and the shirt was excitedly flung across the room. "Open your eyes." Ron insisted, and Kim's eyes did flutter open, gazing into the emerald eyes she knew only from her reflection. He traced a lithe hand, complete with those manicured nails, down her face. "If we're going to make out, I think we should be able to at least look at each other."
"All this weird stuff..." Kim rested her head against the petite breasts on Ron's chest, "How do you deal with it?"
"My advice: the beautiful girl next to you is going to help. A lot." Ron assured her, giving just a nudge to get her into a laying position on the bed. Crawling over Kim's, very much male, body, Ron accidentally rubbed a thigh against the bulge that was clearly showing through those baggy cargo pants. And, at that touch they kissed again; with their hands clasped together, and Ron pressing his breasts against Kim's chest.
Their kiss continued, their tongues joining again, while their hands parted. Kim pushed those pants down, then kicked them off at the foot of the bed. Ron pulled his lips away, but said nothing. Instead, just crawled further up the bed. He positioned himself with a knee on either side of Kim's head. Leaning down, and smirking in the most seductive way he could manage; she looked up at him with a goofy, borrowed smile.
Ron lowered himself onto Kim's waiting face, and his eyes rolled back at the touch of her tongue. That face was buried in Ron's pussy, grinding her nose against his clit and eagerly lapping up every drop of nectar from these swollen lower lips.
Kim pressed her tongue inside and tried to remember where she had touched with her fingers in the past. Her tongue swirled around inside for a moment, settling on a spot only when she saw Ron arch his back. It looked almost like a scream of agony, but the only sound was a muted squeal before Ron fell back on the bed.
Kim got up and looked at Ron as he continued gasping, limbs splayed wide on the mattress. "Um, are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? I've never done this before..."
"That. Felt. Awesome." Ron sat bolt upright and kissed his lover again, pulling away after a brief taste inside her mouth. "Why does your mouth taste so sweet?"
"I blame you." Kim teased, giving a gentle smile and prodding Ron just below his bare navel. The look of understanding took a moment, but did soon wash over Ron's face. "Do you think we've delved far enough into 'sick and wrong' yet?"
"Not a chance." Ron let out a giggle, then straddled Kim. Resting a hand on either side of Kim's head, "Is it weird to say you look cute with that stupid look on your face?"
"A little, since it's your stupid looking face. And the way you said that makes you sound like a girl." Kim teased again, descending her mouth toward the slender mounds. She started sucking on that little pink nipple, Ron slipped his arms around her head to press it just a little closer.
"The way you're sucking my tit makes you feel like a boy." Ron gasped as Kim shifted under him, pressing her very hard cock against his still sopping wet pussy. "And so does that."
"Yeah, but I can still do anything." Kim shifted her hips again, pressed her cock into Ron's pussy. "Including you." She rolled them both over, and they fell completely off the bed, with Ron underneath her. The fall came with an impact, and that drove Kim's cock deep inside, eliciting another moan that was only muffled when Kim ground her mouth against Ron's. She liked seeing Ron writhe under her, and she liked the feeling of being inside him.
Still kissing him, Kim thrust inside over and over again. Their bodies were being pressed together, every thrust of Kim's hips included a a pinch of Ron's nipple or a swirl of their tongues together. Ron felt a trembling glow building inside, but couldn't muster the will to stop anything that Kim was doing. It all felt too good... he wrapped his spread-wide legs around his lover, heels at the small of her back, pulling her member in with the rhythm of each glorious thrust.
Kim could feel Ron tense and spasm under her, the nails he dug into her arms, and the feet that were congratulating her with a literal kick in the ass. Those spasms were all around the most sensitive part of Kim's body. It took several seconds, and more than a few extra thrusts, before Kim managed to realize that she'd just had her first orgasm as a man.
Smiling at her best friend, a little self-conscious as her dick started going flaccid, she could hardly think of what to say, and instead settled on what Ron would have said: the first thought that wandered in. "So, how do you feel?"
"Sated, filled, a little sticky... and I would definitely keep this body if you didn't need it back." Ron announced. "How am I going to clean myself up?" He wondered aloud, still laying back, starting to worry at the feeling of the amount of cum pooling inside his womb. It felt strange, but not unpleasant.
"You could sit on my face!" Kim said it with such enthusiasm, she actually covered her mouth in embarrassment for a moment, then Ron sat up.
"That sounds great!" He agreed. He knelt down as before, with his used and filled loins just inches from Kim's waiting mouth, but stood back up when he had a new idea. He turned himself around, then lowered his body onto Kim's face. First, she just savored the mixture from the bits she could lap up from the lips of Ron's pussy. She tasted that scrumptious blend of both their flavors together; there was that delicious nectar she'd been delighting in this whole time, but was blending with something both brackish and new.
She swallowed her first mouthful, then started working her tongue inside like a French kiss, eagerly trying to get as much of this stuff as she could. It wasn't just because she liked the taste, or the fact that she was cleaning the mess she'd made in Ron's pussy. It was the way that every touch and slide of her tongue could make him twist and writhe; Kim loved having that amount of power.
Ron was arching his back again while Kim continued her erotic ministrations, and Kim could see it happening right above her. On a whim, Ron flung his body forward, wrapping his mouth around the cock that had been inside him just moments ago. He could feel it sliding further in as it grew back to an erect form. He pressed his tongue to it, and felt an involuntary upward buck from Kim beneath him. "Mmm..." he groaned atop her, clearly asking for more.
Kim gave another tentative buck, this time on purpose. Just to drive the point home, Ron ground his hips into Kim's face. "Hmm..." she moaned from below, grabbing Ron's ass roughly. Looking up, she saw a perfect view of that asshole, and had a wonderful idea for how to make Ron wiggle even better than when she'd been licking his pussy... She thrust her tongue inside that tiny hole, and felt that gorgeous body shudder on top of her.
Ron's sucking only grew more intense as he delighted in the feeling of Kim's slick tongue exploring him. They both continued like that until Ron felt a brand new swelling in his mouth as Kim's cock prepared to orgasm again. He backed his mouth off somewhat, and felt a brief gush of semen land on his tongue. He climbed off of Kim, and she sat up again.
Kim took one look at the open-mouthed stare on Ron, the cum dribbling at the corners of his mouth. "Come here." She ordered, and kissed him again. Kim liked the taste they were sharing, and kissing was always fun. It was nearly a minute later when she spoke, long after they had both swallowed that load of cum. "Whether or not we get our brains switched back, we need to do this again."
"If we switch back, we can't do this again." Ron corrected.
"Maybe not exactly like we just did, but I'd love to try having sex as a girl." Kim reminded him. "And I'm sure you'd like it as a boy." Ron gave her a smile that she knew agreed.
... Back in Senior Year... again...
All of the other cheer squad members just sat there, each gaping in what had to be either fascination or outright horror, depending on their personal sensibilities.
Marcella looked over at Ron, who was just sitting stoically through the story. "That all actually happened?"
"Yeah." Ron confirmed, then he seemed to hesitate, but not at the confirmation. "Why wouldn't it?"
"He's right, girls." Bonnie agreed aloud, "In fact, this explains a lot." She continued, clearly in the mood for taunting someone. "Like why Stoppable is such a little closeted faggot."
Kim looked ready to tear Bonnie in half, and she could have done it, but Ron just put up one hand to calm her down. "Kim, relax. Bonnie should know that having a vagina and being curious enough to use it doesn't make me gay. Though I guess the stuff that I did with Josh does make me a little gay... but not closeted." Every girl besides Kim gasped at that sentence. "Sorry. Story time is over, girls. Time for practice." He reminded, walking back out of the locker room.
All the girls looked at Kim expecting an explanation. "Hey, don't look at me. It's his story, it just happened with my boyfriend." She elaborated, leaving all the other cheerleaders even more confused. Kim walked out just behind Ron. "Are you sure we should tell them about what we did with Josh? I thought you'd tell them about Yori or Monique."
"Those stories can wait. Plenty of other chances for gossip." Ron reminded her. "Think we should tell them about the gender-changing bracelets?"
"No way. If we do that, the whole squad will want them." Kim teased, hanging onto Ron's arm. "And nobody treats you like a dirty girl but me."
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