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She's a Handsome Woman (retroactively titled)
Spencer/Bob, Pete/Patrick, Gerard/Ray/Mikey, William/Travis
PG-13 2,171

Spencer has always known there was something off about the DecayDance family. It doesn’t bother him, there were times when he’s felt inexplicably more comfortable around them than out in public. This doesn’t stop him from thinking well, shit when he rounds the Fall Out Boy bus to see Pete plastered to the side of the bus, hands and mouth thoroughly occupied by a short, and unmistakably female person, then have Patrick look up at him.

“Well, shit,” Patrick echoes back, eyes wide. Pete snorts and murmurs something to Patrick. Patrick mutters something back as Spencer tries to decide how to explain to Ryan that their shared secret was quite so secret.

 

It’s sort of ridiculous just how many of them there are. Patrick has spent an hour talking to Spencer and Ryan quietly, trying to explain his theories of flocking together and higher creative aptitude. Ryan blinks at him sleepily, while Spencer texts Brendon and Jon regular updates. He figured it was the universe giving its blessing that all of the people here were all within reasonable distance of the house at the same time. 

“So…” Pete starts once they’re all quiet, and Spencer could almost see the ellipses. “So…certain people in this room happen to have the ability to…switch genders.” Pete’s hands twitch and Spencer wonders what he’s so nervous about. “Most of you…us know about each other, and there are some new faces, well not new just…” Pete sighs and seems to throw away the mental script he’d been struggling to stick to. “Spencer, Ryan, some of us can turn into chicks, and apparently you can, too. Patrick can finish.” He flops down onto the couch. Spencer sees the quick worried glance Patrick throws at him before he stands.

“Yeah, like Pete said…it’s just a genetic thing, guys. Some of us are better at it,” He changes to prove his point, his jaw line softens, his sideburns shrink away, and his hair grows. Spencer saw his hips round, and his shirt shift as breasts, small C Spencer guesses, appear, “and some of us take a minute. And we come together, and there are some guys that have the gene and its recessive, enough to be drawn to us, not enough to  change.” Spencer follows Patrick’s glance, surprised when it lands on Bob Bryar. Mikey is curled into him nearly asleep, seriously why did Pete need to schedule this meeting so damn early, and his hands tap a rhythm into his thigh distractedly. Spencer focuses, trying to pick up the beat, until Ryan jabs a sharp elbow into his side.  Patrick smiles at them and shrugs. “Welcome to the family I guess.”

               

                “So,” William asks from his perch on the side of Travis’s chair later, “does it take a lot of effort for you? I mean, Pete’s like the best I’ve ever seen, him and Patrick can do it like breathing, but then there’s the My Chem guys, only Gerard and Ray can do it, Mikey and Bob are recessive, and it takes them like ten minutes to do a full transition.”

Spencer feels vaguely bad about gossiping about the Ways, but William doesn’t seem to mean any harm. “Not really…I have to think about it, Ryan says he just feels stuff shifting, but neither of us take longer than a minute.” William nods, then smiles gently, as if he can sense the abstract nervousness Spencer feelts. He opens his mouth to say something when Travis nudges him with the phone. “Hey, ‘Sashi,” he says softly and Travis grins at Spencer. “I’m recessive if you were wondering, but Will gets kind of…messed up when he’s around too many actual changers. Could you…” Travis trails off and Spencer realizes what he’s asking for. He doesn’t speak but reaches for the abstract. He thinks of softer curves, everywhere but his hips. Longer hair, fuller lips. He doesn’t even twitch at the feeling of absence between his legs. “Nice,” Travis says and Will nods, his eyes settling on Spencer. Then he leans closer to Travis and his voice softens to an almost-whisper as he says something to Disashi. Travis turns to him, a hand on his thigh, drawing circles with his thumb.

Spencer walks away quietly, feeling as if she’s intruding on something private. She wanders about the house aimlessly until she bumps into what she’s sure is an Amazon. Ray Toro turns, smiling and apologizes. Spencer suddenly feels insecure about everything in a way she never has before, because Toro is gorgeous. She’s tall, and golden skinned with dark hair and eyes and an amazing rack. Spencer’s sure that if she’d had a dick at the moment it’d be straining against her jeans.

“Jesus Christ,” she says in unabashed awe and Ray’s cheeks redden a little.

“Sorry about that, Spencer. I didn’t see you.”  Her voice is almost exactly the same, Spencer is sure that it must annoy her to no end.

Spencer shakes her head and smiles up (was Toro this much taller than her when they were both male?) at her. “It’s okay. Hey, you mind if I sit with you guys? This is a bit more Ryan’s scene than mine.” It’s true, even with the few of them there were, all of Fall Out Boy, Travis, Will, Ryan, My Chem minus Frank,  and possibly some of the members of All American Rejects (they all move too fast and too much for Spencer to be sure) it feels like a party. Spencer just wants to go to bed for a few days then maybe work on new songs. He and Ryan have dealt with this their entire lives, they didn’t need to be rallied around now.

“Yeah,” Ray says and smiles again, “sure you can, Mikey’s out like a light but Gee and Bob are probably gonna be here for a while.” Spencer doesn’t miss the way Ray touches Mikey’s hair (briefly but gently) or the smile she gives Gerard before pulling a set of keys out of her pocket. Spencer can feel a shift and she can tell that Ray’s beginning the transition back to male.

Bob only nods when Spencer sits next to him, and then Gerard starts a conversation. Spencer honestly can’t tell if he’s changed or not. He’s bundled up in a bulky hoodie and his hair is hanging in his face, and there’s eyeliner smudged enough to only be residue from last night. There’s a slight smile on his face and Spencer can’t help but be sucked into the conversation. She jumps a little when Bob says something, and Mikey snuffles a bit and sits up, blinking slowly. He’s up long enough to mumble something that ends in ‘damn Wentz’ then leans on his brother’s shoulder. Gerard becomes distracted by the mumbled statement Mikey made and Spencer looks around the house.

William now sits in Travis’s lap talking to Ryan, shifting midsentence into a girl with similar build to Ryan, all long planes and just barely rounded angles. Travis is talking on the phone now, and Spencer can see a small smile on his face as he absently strokes William’s hip. Pete and Patrick are semi-hidden in a corner behind a potted plant. Patrick looks concerned and Spencer watches as Pete shifts back in forth, masculine becoming feminine and back again, as he chews on her thumbnail. His eyes are wide, and his breathing is forced, after a moment Patrick moves closer and takes his hands. He rests his head and Pete’s shoulder and turns to whisper in her ear. Something in Spencer aches for a moment, and she isn’t sure if the ache is from how routine, how normal this process is, or if its from the pained look Pete is struggling to fight off.

“Hey,” Bob says and Spencer looks away quickly, embarrassed to be caught watching such a private scene. Bob doesn’t seem to notice. “I’m going out for a smoke, you want to come with me?” He gets up, not waiting for an answer and Spencer follows, shifting as he walks.

“Are you okay?” Bob asks as he lights the cigarette.

“Yeah,” Spencer says “why wouldn’t I be?”

Bob shrugs. “This stuff…it fucks some of the guys up. You saw Pete. It’s William and Gerard, too. It hurts them. Travis, too. He’s got some mutated version of it, he feels the emotional part, even though he’s recessive.”

Spencer makes a noncommittal sound. “What’s it like?” He asks, figuring Bob would know what he was asking.

 “To be recessive?” Bob shrugs “It isn’t like anything when you aren’t thinking about it, when no one mentions it. It’s just when somebody mentions it, or when I hear some random girl moaning from Ray’s bunk,” Spencer is careful to keep his face blank at that, he isn’t sure exactly what is going on between Ray and the Way brothers and he doesn’t really want to know. “You just wonder, you know. What it’s like, what you’d look like. If it makes you need the extra affection, the extra person.” Spencer nods, thinking about William, Travis and Disashi, a trio he would have never guessed at. Bob exhales, blowing smoke. Spencer’s nose twitches as some of it curls his way. He refuses to think about the thin stick in Bob’s hand. Then he edits this refusal into bit thinking about Bob’s hands at all. He isn’t about to act on some old fanboy crush right now, when Bob seems comfortable with him. “Sometimes I think about what it’d be like to be with one of the dominants. That’s what we call them.”

Spencer nods, it seems like something My Chemical Romance would call them, then the rest of the statement sinks in. “You mean you… but how? I mean, you’ve known the guys forever, and looks like all you had to do was take you pick of the Pete’s harem of boygirls.” Bob cracks a smile at the word but shakes his head.

“Mikey and Gee have been Ray’s since the beginning,” And now Spencer knows a bit more about that dynamic, “and I haven’t bothered with Pete’s…harem since Patrick and he would never change while we were…yeah. He said that it was Pete’s. That he’d only do that for Pete. ” Spencer’s sure that Bob is blushing but he won’t look closer, he’s occupied hiding his surprise. There’d always been rumors about Bob, especially the week Patrick had moved out of Bob’s apartment and Bob had been seen sporting a hickey along with various other bruising, but none of the rumors, about Bob’s preferences or his relationship with Patrick, and possibly Pete, had been confirmed.

“So you’ve never even kissed someone while they changed?” Spencer has, back when he and Ryan thought that they’re sort love translated into a romantic relationship. He remembers feeling ‘bony’ become ‘lithe’ and angles become softer. He also remembers thinking about how much this felt like kissing his sister. They only lasted a few days as a real relationship, though they still fucked around.

Bob shook his head dropping the remnants of the cigarette onto Pete’s front steps.

“You want to?” Spencer asks before he can think it through. Bob looks at him calmly, his blue eyes only showing the slightest surprise. Spencer certainly doesn’t marvel over just how blue they are. Bob gives the smallest nod Spencer’s ever seen and steps a little closer. Spencer moves over more of the distance until they’re chest to chest. Bob’s breathing quickens a little, almost unnoticeably, and a smile quirks Spencer’s mouth upward. He tilts his head back and kisses Bob softly. Bob responds, equally soft, and Spencer deepens it. The feel of cool metal on his lip sends Spencer’s mind elsewhere before he forces himself to focus on the moment. Then he makes himself feel the change as Bob rests his hands on her hips. Pulling back slightly Bob murmurs ‘fuck’ onto her lips. Spencer laughs softly and kisses him again, adding more pressure. Spencer bounces between genders, letting Bob get almost used to one medium before switching to the other, he absently thinks that this is probably good practice if nothing else.

“Your hips are kind of amazing,” Bob says as he trails kisses down a (harder, squarer) jawline, then nips at a (smaller, curved) collar bone.

“They don’t change,” Spencer protests, they don’t, the most that happens is they get rounder, it bothered Spencer’s masculinity back when he cared about gender norms.

“Yeah,” Bob agrees, “they’re still kind of amazing,” Spencer’s pocket chooses that moment to start vibrating, and they both jump. Spencer grins at Bob as he flicks open the sidekick. Brendon’s bitching about feeling left out and begging for them to stop for food and Jon’s asking questions, his concern thinly veiled.

busy.  He types back, fingers flying over the small keypad and maybe this whole boygirl cult thing isn’t so bad

He hits send and pulls Bob back to him, ignoring the sound of curtains being pushed back and muffled whoops and wolf whistles.