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Explosions rattle across the street of bellwood, Dr Animo has broken free again. Shattering through windows into the cowardly road, as passer bys scream and try to run; Dr Animo begins his plan, ginormous disgusting toad creatures burst forth from the sewer.
“Ben Tennyson!! I have returned to destroy Bellwood with my army of giant mutated frogs!!!” HIs body contorts back like a puppet and he cackles maliciously.
“Dude Dr Animo is a transphobe.” A voice shouts from the crowd.
“Let's get him out of here!” Another shouts as the crowd descends on Dr. Animo.
“And so that is what happened people of Bellwood, I am being harassed by this woke mob!” Dr. Animos voice leaks out of the TV into the living room, he’s dressed in a blue suit with large red goggles adorning the top of his head. “Ben Tennyson, has destroyed my life!”
Dr. Animo keeps shouting on the television, and Rook stands in the doorway staring at Jen. Her body is planted on the couch, arms crossed and eyes focused on the floor. Rook tilts his head and tugs on the end of a large t-shirt with his bluish furry hand. Rook is a slender bluish monkey-like alien, with black markings on his face.
“So what did you call it again Jen? A gender mutation bug?”
“Oh yeah, Rook, with the omnitrix. It bugged out and turned me into a girl. Pretty weird huh?” Jen leans down and picks up a cup of her favorite drink, a smoothie from local join Mr. Smoothie.
“And now I call you Jen Tennyson.” Rook puts a hand to his chin, scratching at a developing goatee.
“That's my name, don’t wear it out.” Jen smiles, and chuckles as Dr. Animo begins to babble about the horrors of small town hero Lucky Girl coming back to bellwood.
“We cannot trust one of those female superheroes! She defended a college, Ben Tennyson defended the earth!” He adjusts his red goggles and slams his hands against the news table.
“Rather rude of him not to switch the name.” Rook climbs over the back of the couch and slumps down beside Jen.
“Eh, think he's just a bigot.” Jen smiles and begins fiddling with the omnitrix, it has a sleek black design, which wraps around most of her lower arm. It’s become increasingly harder for her to hide it, since she started dressing so much better.
“Do you at some point turn back, Jen?” Rook puts his feet up on the couch's coffee table. The two lived together in a small apartment not too far from his cousin Gwen or her new fiance and Jen’s best friend Kevin. The apartment the two shared was tiny and always a bit of a mess. Overflowing trash cans that Gwen would stress empty whenever she came over.
“I don’t think I will turn back into Ben. Seems impossible.” Jen settles the dial on one of her favorite transformations. Then Jen takes a sip from her Mr. Smoothies.
“Well I have called Azmuth to solve it.”
“What?” Jen turns to face her roommate, eyes wide and mouth ajar. “We are talking about the same guy here?”
“Creator of the omnitrix, surely he can fix it.”
“Oh god.” Jen buries her face in her hands, some of her long brown hair falls over her face. A small blue beam of light erupts in the room and a small gray amphibious creature, dressed elegantly in black and green ropes appears before them.
“I was wondering when this was going to happen, Professor Paradox had already prepared me for it.” Azmuth smiles and rubs two tentacle-like appendages on his face.
“Professor Paradox? You called him?” Jen jumps up
“No, he called me.” Azmuth looks to his side, then to the front door. As a man dressed as a scientist enters the room, pushing up his lab goggles.
“Why yes Azmuth.” Professor Paradox speaks in a dull British accent, with a slight spring of smugness. “I figured you would have quite a freak out about this whole situation.”
“What happened to Ben Tennyson! My hormonal data will be ruined.” Azmuth’s face scrunches up and he angrily waves his arm at paradox with all the righteous fury of an old man.
“Well you see you have already considered this possibly, you simply will have to add this addition to Jen’s physiological data and adjust your precautions accordingly.” Paradox shrugs and hands Azmuth a smooth black and green square device with a screen on it. “Here is your own writing on the subject, from the future. Best read it when you’re alone, you are going to feel quite stupid.” Paradox waves to Jen and puts his goggles on. “Until we meet again Jen Tennyson.”
“What was that about hormonal data?” Rook looks to bed, scratching the back of his head with a large blaster like device.
“I wouldn't worry about it, I don't think much will change.” Jen smiles smugly and takes a sip from a cup of Miss Smoothie.