Chat Noir

Ladybug swung above the streets of Paris. Some districts were going about their business, while others were struggling to pull themselves together.

Practically everybody was swept by this strange pandemic. People crying in the streets and looking for comfort with one another. Especially the men, all of which having been affected the hardest with what happened.

"On the job just on time as always, milady."

"Chat?"

Using his (or should I say "her"?) extending staff, Chat Noir was traveling next to Ladybug. The two made a leap and landed on a nearby rooftop so that they could talk properly.

"I know things are a little weird right now, but I'm still your handsome Chat Noir."

"I think you mean 'Chatte Noire'" as Ladybug could not help but start laughing at "her".

Chat wore his usual hero outfit, but alterations have clearly been made in his new form. For one thing, it was obvious that Chat's body has been affected as much, if not more, than she was. He had the same wild hair, but his more masculine features softened and were much more suitable for a girl. He lacked an adam's apple, which was no where near as obvious as his new girly voice. His clothes where almost the same, but were different enough to accommodate his new hourglass figure, complete with a rocking pair of breasts that would make almost every other girl in Marinette's school jealous.

"Yeah? Well, you're one to talk 'Lordbug'," as he pointed his staff towards the bulge in Ladybug's outfit. Ladybug swatted the staff away, blushing briefly.

"We need to go out and find the akuma before something else goes wrong," said Ladybug.

"Something else?"