Going Inside by Harrison Coin

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DISCLAIMER: Apparently the idiot I talked to in my last story (Setup) didn't get the hint. The X-Files and all related characters, objects, etc. are the property of Chris Carter, Fox, 1013, and some guy on the Xf set they call Vinnie. I'm using them illegally.

WARNING: This story is NC-17, and contains sex, one of my favorite family values. But this is not normal sex, this is sex with twisted genders, and it isn't very descriptive, either. Suffice to say that it will really fuck with your head if you're not on guard.

LOOK OUT!: The Harrison Coin rampage of gratuitous references is going on as usual, I refer to one of my own stories, among others. You have been warned, and don't give me any crap if you don't like them. That's what message boards are for. :-)

1 MORE WARNING: The title's suggestive, but I mean it another way entirely

Going Inside by Harrison Coin

"So, Scully, have fun?"

"Mulder, being trapped in a little town somewhere in the middle of nowhere that has enough X-Files to keep us busy for a month, is not my idea of fun."

Mulder, looking ragged, scratched at his stubble. He'd have to shave when he got home. His clothing wasn't any better, Dockers in need of either dry-cleaning or radioactive sterilization, a shirt with ketchup still drying, an impeccable, but still grotesque, tie.

Scully looked just as bad as he did. The top button on her blouse was missing, her hose had a run in it, and her skirt looked like a barbeque tablecloth. They looked like they had been stuck in a car for a week.

They had taken the plane back, but both had felt slightly...separated. As if something else entirely was going somewhere else.

Oh, well, Mulder thought, at least we're alive and well, away from Twin Peaks, and safe until early next month: both were taking well deserved vacations.

Mulder stared at the ceiling. Vaguely, it penetrated that this wasn't his ceiling. This was Scully's ceiling.

He sat up, and the frilly pillows arund him crackled crisply, as if freshly washed. He was in Scully's bed, in Scully's apartment.

Oh, shit, he couldn't remember last night. What the hell had he DONE?

He got up and headed to the bathroom, to splash some cold water on his face. Maybe he could remember what had happened, find Scully, apologize, and leave with what little dignity he had left.

If his partner knew what he felt for her, their friendship was destroyed.

Good God, what was that smell?

Dirty socks, she finally realized. She sat up, saw the X taped in the window, the fishtank, and knew instantly she was in Mulder's apartment.

No hangover, good, that meant no booze. She didn't use drugs, so that was out.

Oh, no, had she come to his door and told him what she felt?

No, she didn't feel that familiar ache that came after intercourse. She would have screwed him into the wall if she had confessed her feelings. She resisted the urge to check her vagina; Mulder might walk in and that would be, to say the least, uncouth.

It didn't strike her as odd she woke up on Mulder's futon.

The gurgle of water down the drain sharpened Mulder somewhat. He splashed some more water on his face, and noticed something.

No stubble. And either that shaving cream was actually a trap by the Cancerman or his face was substantially softer.

He looked into the mirror, expecting to see for all the world his handsome, sleep-ridden face....

....and instead saw her partner's beautiful face.

The cell phone next to the futon shrieked. Scully picked it and said in a deep tone, "Mulder?"

Her own voice replied "Scully?"

"Mulder, what the HELL is going on?"

"You want a guess?"

"ANYTHING!!!"

"We've switched bodies. Effectively, on the outside, I'm you and you're me. On the inside, however, we're still ourselves...."

"I don't like that gap, Mulder."

"Scully, as a psychologist, I can tell you right now your perceptions of gender of yourself and me will start to warp. In a very big way. It happens all the time in 'she-males.' They refer to their former selves as he. They begin to actively seek male company even before they 'become' women. We've got to stay out of each other's sight..." Then Mulder screamed and there was the sound of a heavy THUNK! hitting the tub.

"What?"

"Scully, you left your vibrator in."

It was then she noticed that her right hand was covered with a substance that had hardened to a glaze of sorts. And knowing Mulder...

"Oh, man!" Scully went to wash her hands.

"Okay, we're going to have to pretend we're each other. We;d better cancel any dates we may have..."

"I don't have any Mulder. You?"

"Dates as in meetings of any sort, Scully, but thanks for the insight."

"Okay, I'm meeting Mom, Monday. Cancel that, tell her Melissa is still getting to me..."

"She buys that?"

Scully turned red with anger, and turned a page on Mulder's notebook. "So who's Bambi, Mulder?"

"My lawyer."

"Sure. Right. What do I tell her?" The smirk in Scully's voice, which Mulder discovered showed through even on a telephone line loud and clear, annoed the hell out of him,. Dammit, he had to stop thinking like that!

"Tell her the date's off, partner troubles."

"WHAT??? You bastard...."

"It means I have to go to the urologist, Scully."

They managed to get everything cancelled, and then called each other.

"Mulder, we have to meet. We both have it written on our calendars. Why do you have it circled twice?"

"No reason." But Mulder's surprise showed through all too clearly. He had forgotten that he had circled it twice because he had been looking forward to it for weeks. They were meeting supposedly in a 'friends' capacity, mostly to make jokes and catch up on what had been going on in each other's family lives. Their assignment had gotten them so involved in each other's families they now felt part of them.

"Okay, what am I wearing?"

"Sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers. You'll find them in the closet."

"Okay. You're wearing similar attire, it's in the third drawer up..."

"Mulder organized? An X-File in need of investigating."

Mulder shot her one of her own looks over the line. "Scully, why is 'Mulder' surrounded by a purple heart?"

"Idle doodling." Neither believed that.

"Scully, Scully."

Mulder was smiling at a very sizable magazine and lingerie collection. The magazines were publications he was very familiar with, that he subscribed to as a matter of fact....

Scully was too busy laughing at the video collection to even look at the magazines. There was also an interesting CD called 'Megasm"

Wait, those magazines looked familiar.

"Hi, Scully." A barely smothered "SHIT!" could be heard.

"Hi, Mulder. FUCK!"

"Having a good day?" Mulder said sweetly.

"Hardly. Do you know what a pain in the ass it is to shave your face?"

"I don't envy you. YEEOUCH!"

Scully had a sneaking suspicion she knew what Mulder was doing.

"Scully, I will never think of wax as an erotic...gahh...implement again. This isn't personal hyigene, this is masochistic!"

"Well, I have no idea how to use this damn penis. And you left the toilet seat up."

"Scully, how was I supposed to know?"

"Point taken."

There was a screech and a crash. What sounded like lots of heavy plastic landed on the floor. Oh, no, Mulder hadn't knocked over what she thought he did, did he?

There was whooping on the other side of the line. Scully realized it was laughter. Funny, she had never thought of it as musical before. But then she realized what he was laughing over.

"Is there a dildo of the month club, Scully, or do you have to get these wholesale?"

"Oh, fuck you, Mulder!"

"I'd rather not...hey, what's a Sybian anyway?"

Scully decided to shoot back. "I had no idea you were bi, Mulder."

"What? Oh, shit. Delivery day."

"Yep. Stud Puppy, Mulder?"

"Oh, come off it, that isn't delivered until..." Mulder cursed as he realized she had tricked him.

Scully was really starting to laugh. Then something ocurred to Mulder.

"Scully, why do you have so many magazines of nude female photos?"

"I, um, I..."

"So THAT'S what the..."

"Shut up, Mulder!" Her tone was deadly serious.

"Scully, okay, I'm sorry....I know what it's like."

"Like hell you do. Nothing like a Catholic family to make you feel guilty about your sexuality!"

"Are you..."

"Bi, Mulder, like you. I hope."

"Yes." Mulder shuddered as he finally admitted it. "yes, I am, Scully."

They talked to each other with deadly seriousness after a few quick jokes about wax and mailmen. They found out how long it had taken them to realize themselves, and what they had done about it. Mulder pointed out that part of the reason they were both celibate for such a long time was that they weren't sure of each other. They walked in the park for a while.

Finally, Mulder had had enough.

"Scully, I'm really being turned on by you."

"A tad egotistical, Mulder."

"I know, I know, it seems so, but I've wanted you for so long..."

Scully held her breath.

"And I don't think we can do it any other way before we do it as each other. Inside each other, so to speak."

Scully breathed out. She was aroused beyond all belief. This beautiful woman, whispering sexy thoughts into her ear...

Mulder's nails bit into Scully's hands "Snap out of it, Scully, think of yourself as a woman!"

"Mulder....does it matter?"

It hit Mulder, it doesn't, it really doesn't.

They had gone to Mulder's apartment, since it was closer. They had ripped each other's clothes off, no need for foreplay or slowness.

Her penis stood our hard and unbelievably erect. It was like a dildo had been plugged into her mind. Mulder sighed as his dripping wetness closed on her...

They got into a rythym both liked, up to his down, down to his up. The friction drove them both indane with lust, until they couldn't go any faster, and went over the edge.

Together.

Later, Mulder realized he was back in his own body.

He was glad. While having Scully's, in a more literal fashion than he was soon to do, was interesting, he decided he preferred to be a man.

He looked at Scully, just beginning to realize that she was back in her own body, and wondered if she cared to swap stories.

END

POSTSCRIPT: Well, you were warned. I admit this is bizarre; if you read my other stories you know this was written at one to three in the morning, the time my mind is apparently at it's raunchiest. I personally don't want to switch bodies with a woman, although I know of people (don'tcha love the Internet?) who do. Personally, you the reader can take it from here. Notice I left the idea of Mulder and Scully dealing with each other's formal clothing WIDE open. Feel free to steal the idea; I'm not writing any more, and I want people to run with it. Have fun, ya sick #($&%^$ ;-)

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