Chapter One: Hard landings

She really didn't know what to expect, that this would happen or who it would happen with. Though, she happily admitted, she wouldn't want to be in this situation with anyone else. She couldn't help but stare at her overly pissed friend, and laugh. This was too good to be true; such a beautiful thing couldn't be real.

"THIS IS NOT FUNNY! LOOK AT ME, IM A FUCKING TRANSFORMER!" Her friend screeched, waving her arms around as she seethed. "THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FANDOM, NOT MINE!"

She just continued to laugh at her friend's misfortune at being stuck like this with her and one other friend.

It was the funniest thing; she was simply lazing around with her two best friends when she had dozed off, only waking up when she felt the weightless feeling of free falling. She had a very personal confrontation with the ground not much later. She had felt two other masses collide with her on the ground, landing on top of her and a pair of sensitive appendages protruding from her back that she was sure hadn't been there earlier. After throwing the two weights off with a surprising amount of strength, she finally was able to look at herself. She choked on air when she fully processed that what she was seeing was 100 percent NOT her body.

Long, curvy legs extended from an equally curvy body, ball joints and wires holding them together. Heavy duty purple and royal blue armor covered her body in alluring curves and dips that accentuated her now wide hips and larger bust. Fuck, like she needed her chest to be any bigger than it was previously, she already had nasty back problems from trying to hold those suckers up. She shook her head; people didn't know how much trouble larger breasts were until they got them. She got a good laugh though, when one of her acquaintances got a breast enlargement and had started to complain not a day later about her back.

She looked over the rest of her new body; her servos were colored silver with black ball joints, each finger was long and seemingly delicate but that was disproved later on when she found out her fingers dug into metal like it was nothing. She could tell that she was a seeker, a special type of flying Transformer, from her double set of wings, with a smaller black set sitting under the main silver set. Her armored calves were jagged with multiple overlapping layers of armor. A bright purple biolight shown between two of the armor platings. Her feet (*ahem* Peds) were now in the form of ankle-breaker heels, with stabilizers on the back and thrusters under the heels.

Her legs were long, which wasn't that much of a difference, she was always taller than every girl. But she distinctively didn't remember her legs being that… thick. Not the bad kind of thick, but the thick kind that would constantly draw the attention that she DID NOT want from the male (and sometimes female) population. Two blue stipes of armor on her upper thigh didn't help her situation at all, and looked disturbingly like garter belts at first glance. Nothing about her new frame screamed modesty, and Corvin had a sneaking suspicion that whoever designed her had sex on the brain. At least she had armor around her hips like normal bots had.

She only just noticed the blue armor plates that jutted out of her forearms and that, if she concentrated, she could get them to flare out in almost a blade-like fashion. Her chest, her damn chest, was larger now. Her armor there was made up of several armor plates that lay horizontally parallel towards one another, the almost touching edges jutting out to encompass her chest. A bright purple, elongated diamond shaped piece of metal went from her collar down to where her ribs would have been. Silver metal covered her waist, the armor there was overlapping and apparently very malleable for maneuverability. How the hell was she supposed to see her ped stabilizers past this fucking mountain? Did transformers even have boobs? Didn't they just have their spark casings and a sparkling hold? Not including the wires and cables, fuel pumps and whatnot, but seriously! How much room would that take up?

She let out a frustrated groan; she didn't even know what her face looked like! She just hoped she didn't look like some cheap hooker. A groan, not very unlike her own, was heard behind her. And when she looked behind her, she couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped her.

Now, she had friend, a very dramatic, loud, but amazingly fun friend that, unlike her, hated the Transformers franchise with a passion. She did not like robots, at all, and frequently expressed her hatred through loud rants that left her panting and everyone else laughing. The only thing she seemed to like about Transformers is how they had sex, and only in the spark bonding way, which she called "soul fucking" She also liked the idea of females having male genitals.

Transformers were different than their former species. With humans you were male or female based on the "plumbing" you had downstairs. Whereas with Transformers, you were a femme or mech based on frame set and not on with whether or not you had a valve or spike. A mech can have a valve and a femme can have a spike, most had both. They didn't have sexism, being that they didn't technically have sexes. But they did have something close; some bots judged on frame set, thinking that femmes were weaker than mechs. What did they even call that? Framist?

Focus, Corvin, back to the pissed friend.

"You know what, Domi? You look good as a Transformer." She teased. Domi glared at her laughing friend. She wasn't lying, Domi did look good. Her main color was black with emerald green here and there. Small waist, curved hips and legs, her feet were a wide set of heels heels, with her calfs down flaring out like bell-bottom jeans would. Kind of reminded her of what G1 Starscream's legs, but more femme. Neither wings nor wheels could be seen along Domi's sleek frame. She must be a regular flyer, like the Transformers: Prime Megatron was. Her armor was very pointy and jagged, she looked mysterious and dangerous.

Her face was eerie similar to her original, organic one. With it's added ons of course. A three pointed spikes sat over a small visor at the crest of her helm, forming a crown like appearance. A pair of glaring green optics, framed by a smooth silver face plate and a set of black optic ridges, shone brightly in Domi's anger. Her top lip was a dark shape of black while her bottom was a light shade of grey. Domi's audios, oh God, her audios! Two strips of sensitive metal came out at each side of her helm and extended behind her helm, looking like winglets. Specifically: Thor's winglets.

She was practically screeching, she was laughing so hard.

She pointed and laughed, uncontainable screechy laughter broadcasting past her lips. This was golden.

To some, she and Domi's relationship would be pegged as the weirdest they would ever see, and half the time they weren't even themselves. They were Loki and Thor.

It all started when they had all watched the Avengers for the first time, she was automatically pegged as the Thor of the group due to her stronger build and her blond hair and blue eyes. She thought she fit the roll pretty well, as long as Domi was her Loki. Most of their time spent together was spent teasing each other over myths that their character had done, her favorite being the horse child that Loki gave birth to. It was a constant roll play that they just couldn't break out of.

Constantly bickering as their characters brought comical relief to their little friend group more times than they cared to count. They all knew it was just a game, so didn't take much of what was said seriously, and how could they? They even mimicked the accents perfectly. Strange, almost British accents for the "Asgardians" of their group while the rest just stuck to their thick American accents. And though they were both female, they only ever called each other Brother. It was a strange friendship, but the best kind.

So to have Domi's audios look like Thor's winglets was probably the best thing ever, and she would bet her bottom that Domi' didn't even know yet.

"What the fuck you laughing at, Corvin?" Domi shouted, using her own nickname.

'Corvin' snickered. "Oh, nothing, nothing at all." She practically sang the last words, not even caring that it was such an obvious lie.

"Bitch! You better tell me what's so fucking funny!"

"Your face"

"Your face is funny!"

"My face is BEAUTIFUL!"

"NO! It looks like a horse took a shit on it!"

"YOU'D KNOW ALL ABOUT HORSES WOULDN'T YOU!"

"SHUT UP!" Domi screeched. Corvin just grinned up at her angered friend with the cheekiest grin that she could muster. It was rather hilarious to see her friend like this, even though half the time it was just her purposely being dramatic. But that was ok; she was just as dramatic as Domi.

A groan was heard behind the mocking duo, and it was just then that Corvin remembered the third member of their trio. They turned to look at their maker of the groan, and had to desperately gasp for air as they both cackled at their friend's new body.

She was a cat; actually she was a regular bot who just looked an awful lot like a cat. Later they would find out that she turned into a regular car and that her feline features stayed with her in bi-ped mode only. Her main colors were purple and white, with bright orange bio-lights. She had cat-like audios that twitched with every sound and the long tail that extended out of the base of her spinal strut. Many lines curved around her frame, accenting curves and dips that were larger than before. Her hands were small and delicate, but the wicked looking claws that tipped each made up for it. Her feet were the same, each toe hosting a black, curved claw that could no doubt extend far past its current length. Now that she looked she noticed that instead of the heels, her friend had toes. But, she could assume that the pad of her foot brought her up a bit and resembled a heel. Her hips and bust were round, though smaller than Domi's and her own. She was considerably smaller. As she stood, Corvin could see that she came up to her waist while she came up to Domi's chin.

Her helm had one of the coolest accessories out of the three of them, in Corvin's opinion. Besides her bright orange vizor, Vela had three sheets of duel colored metal poked up out of her helm in a straight line, each bending somewhere in the middle and off to a side.

"Is that a mohawk?" Corvin whispered into Domi's audio with a snicker. Her bud replied with her own positive snicker. This was too funny, how many times had she said that her friend was a reincarnation of a cat? Well, same was said for her (she had a bad habit of rubbing her face on people she was friends with), but that was besides the point. The point was that her friend looked like a cat, A CAT! How would she be able to withhold all of the cat-themed innuendos?

She grumbled slightly and sat up, her kitty-kitty audios twitching and her tail curling around in the dirt. She opened her new eyes- wait no- her optics, to reveal their now orange coloring.

She was soooo adorable! And now she was going to give her hell for it!

"Whoa, Vela! Lookin' prrresumptuous over there! Better cover up before we get…. Ideas" Corvin wiggled her optical ridges suggestively. Domi's gave Vela a mock seductive look while placing her hands on her hips. Orange optics met with blue and green ones, confusion laced through them.

"D-domi? Corvin?" The standing two grinned as they heard Vela's higher ranged voice. It fit her new body perfectly. Vela's optics were wider than they ever assumed they could, almost as if with one good hit to the back of the helm would send them rolling. The two standing grinned at the one sitting, confirming her accusation. "Wha happen!" Vela shouted with some faux Japanese accent that Corvin was sure was now permanent after all the years using it. Anime does that to you.

"Looks like you go turned into the Nyan Cat!" Domi teased loudly

"Aw fuck, she's gonna start shittin' rainbows on us now!" Corvin added in with mock fear and exasperation.

"Wez gonna have ta get her a litterbaux" Their voices took a turn to the weird side as they made over did their vowels and mixed accents into one jumble of obnoxious sounds.

"I'd brin' da cat neep"

"Little kitty gonna chase mousey awl day. She be so tired!" The two kept up there obnoxious teasing while Vela pouted cutely, just adding fuel to their jokes.

"Hey, hey, HEY, Domi!"

"What Corvin?"

"If she has guy after her couldn't we say that he's 'chasing after the pussy'?" Domi and Corvin practically screeched they were laughing so hard.

"Haha, sooo funny." Vela pouted.

"Don't be sad Valarlar!" Vela looked up at the mention of the dreaded nickname, her bottom lip pushing her top into a scowl. Even now, when they had just been through a life changing ordeal, they still and time to tease. But the trio often ganged up on each other, whether it's Domi and Vela vs Corvin or Vela and Corvin vs Domi or their current arrangement. It was all in good fun though; they've known each other too long to care by now. And even now Vela couldn't help it but to laugh along with her friends.

The laughter eventually died off and a comfortable silence came through. That was, until what had actually happened set in.

"FUCK! WE'RE ROBOTS!"

AN

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Corvin: *fav.*me/*dbkb5e3 (remove *)

AN: ok so this story is under edit (if u skip to AN #2 you will see, it's in ch 24 place) it's a slow process, but this story will be 100000x better once im done!

Till all are one!