Frank finds out Gerard's secret... but the media does too... [Genderfuck, cross dressing, het....]
Warnings: Language, Genderfuck, Crossdressing, Het.
Summary: Frank finds out what Gerard's secret is. But all hell breaks loose when the media does too...
Disclaimer: YES. THEY ARE MINE. DJGVAJFBV.
A/N: Gerard and Mikey are only cousins in this.
Frank giggled as he thought back on the joke Ray had told a few seconds ago. It involved a cucumber and Gerard's ass. The wind tousled his hair as he made his way Back to the tour bus. His scuffed converse made muffle thunks against cold asphalt. He had left his iPod on the tour bus, where Gerard was. Their singer had said he wasn't feeling up to pizza tonight, he was drained from the shooting the Helena video. Frank finally reached the bus door.The tiny guitarist felt a smirk on his face as the idea to scare his friend came to mind. He slowly opened the door as slowly as possible, making sure to be quiet for a change. He was halfway through creeping across the front of the us to get to the back, to the bunks, when a high pitched moan stopped him. His brow furrowed.
It sounded like Gerard, but.... it was too high-pitched... Maybe Gerard had a girl over? Frank smiled again, an even better opportunity! He continued to creep up to the bunks, heading for Gerard's. A sigh escaped the curtains, and Frank almost snickered.
Frank crouched in front of Gerard's bunk, and silently rubbed his hands together. There was a light creaking from inside of the confined sleeping area. Frank pulled out his cell phone and began to record a video. He turned the tiny lens towards his face and smiled evilly. There was another high-pitched moan and then some panting. Frank pulled a shocked face and pointed at Gerard's bunk. He then leaned over and tightly grabbed a piece of the curtain.
"Oh, Gerard, I thought you weren't fee-" Frank had started, pulling the curtains away suddenly. He stopped mid-sentence, jaw dropping and eyes going wide.
Inside the bunk was Gerard. But it wasn't Gerard. It was a girl with Gerard's face, Gerard's hair, his clothes. It was Gerard lying back on his bed, head propped up with a pillow, hair splayed out and ruffled. Gerard's expression mirrored his, but complete with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, sweat rolling down the sides of his face. When Frank's eyes traveled lower, he saw that his shirt was pushed up under his armpits, along with a small bra. There were tiny raises of flesh on his chest which could only be breasts, the nipples pink and perked tightly. Gerard's narrow chest was heaving from the panting breaths. Gerard's stomach and abdomen were smooth and pale,skin looking entirely too soft. Gerard had wide, soft hips, rounded and smooth. There was a pair of black silk panties on his hips, pushed aside with on hand while the other held a large dildo inside himself. But... there was no.. 'junk'...There was a distinct lack of dick, and in its place...a ... vagina?
"Fran-hrm-F-Frank," Gerard started, Voice changing from its higher pitch to the lower one, pausing in the middle to clear his throat. The dildo was pulled out abruptly as he began to pull his black jeans and panties up, fumbling with the bra. Frank interrupted him-- her--.
"What the FUCK!?" he shouted resounding, the call around the tour bus. He stumbled back onto his haunches, scared. Gerard looked down, cheeks turning redder, only this time with embarrassment. The phone was now on the floor, still recording.
"Y-You're a g-GIRL?!" Frank stuttered, His voice cracking. Gerard muttered a small, sad, 'Yes,' before burying her face in her hands. They sat there for a few moments, just breathing and staring at each other. Gerard put her face in her hands again. Frank looked down, embarrassed as well. Gerard still had her pants unzipped. She began to cry, tiny sobs racking her body. Frank sighed and ran a hand through his red and black hair. He scooted over to Gerard, and softly put a hand around her still shaking shoulders. After about fifteen minutes of crying and then comforting, Gerard had calmed down. She rested her head on Frank's shoulder, sniffling and rubbing her nose. The singer's red, wide eyes stared up at Frank. it would've probably been the cutest thing Frank had ever seen, if not for the situation.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you,"she said meekly.
"Who... Who else knows?" Frank asked, Quietly.
"N-No one... oh, my uh, my vocal instructor."
"We have to tell the guys."
This is going to be fun.