X-Men-Evolution, and all related characters belong to Marvel Comics, Stan Lee, Fox Broadcasting, and whoever else is involved. I'm not making any money so please don't sue me-go sue whoever makes those awful Adam Sandler movies instead.

"B-A-Y-V-I-L-L-E! GO, Bayville! B-A-Y-V-I-L-L-E! Go Bayville!" cried the Bayville High School cheerleaders as they shook their pom-poms in the air as the first game of the season kicked off.

FLASH! A bright light snapped in front of Deanna Matthews, the head cheerleader. She smiled at the tall, muscular red-haired guy in the football uniform holding the camera. "One for the yearbook?" she asked.

John Grey smiled back; he was chairman of the yearbook committee as well as captain of the football team. "More like for personal use," he replied.

Up in the bleachers, a ponytailed brunette with red sunglasses was sitting next to a blonde with a pageboy haircut, a bored expression on her face. Selene Summers wasn't much of a football fan; the only reason she came was to show support for John-and because her friend Paula wanted to come.

"Mooning over John?" Paula asked.

"Of course not!" Selena replied.

""You're a terrible liar, Selena," her friend giggled. "I don't know why you haven't tried anything; the two of you both live together in that Institute after all. But now that he and Matthews are an item, I'd say your chances are shot."

Selena sighed; Paula's words had more truth than she cared to admit. She was Professor Charlene Xavier's ward, taken from the orphanage at twelve by the Professor when her 'gift' was discovered. Not long after John Grey was brought to the Institute as well, although he still visited his parents and older brother on vacations. They'd gone through junior high school together, and not long ago Selena realized she was developing feelings for him. Yet John never seemed to think of her as anything more than a sister.

Paula spoke again. "Cheer up; there are plenty of guys out there. Besides," she gave a small smile, "Tyron Fukijo thinks you're 'mysterious.'"

"Oh shut up," Selena grumbled, then asked, "Really?"

"Sure does." The blonde girl picked up her purse. "Let me buy you a-," suddenly she felt around inside. "Hey, my pocketbook's gone!"

Selena looked; sure enough there was no pocketbook. Taking a glance at the bleachers, she saw a small, black nailed polished hand reach and grab a different purse lying at a spectator's feet. Behind her ruby-quartz glasses, Selena Summers rolled her eyes. Tonya Tolansky was at it again.

A few feet away, Deanna Matthews felt one of her co-cheerleader tap her shoulder. "Yo, Deanna," the brunette smirked. "Looks like Toady Tonya's lifting purses."

"Really Carina?" Deanna grinned back. "Then let's teach her a lesson."

Underneath the bleachers, Tonya Tolansky was counting out her ill-gotten money; beside her lay several empty pocketbooks. "Oh boy, I hit the jackpot tonight!" she grinned.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here." Tonya looked up from her counting and saw Deanna Matthews and two other cheerleaders standing right in front of her. "I thought I recognized that smell."

Tonya's jaw clenched; all her life she had a body odor problem plus soap and water irritated her skin. She tried to cover up her scent with perfume, but it never quite worked. "Hey what're you gals doing here?"

"Come to teach you a lesson." Deanna walked closer to Tonya, and grabbed her by collar. Now Tonya cringed; she had powerful legs but was a wimp above the waist. While Deanna and the other cheerleaders were athletic and strong.

Deanna shoved Tonya into a patch of mud face first. "You're a toad, Tolansky," she snickered at the sickly-looking girl. "You belong in the mud."

"Which you wouldn't want to get splattered over those nice clean cheerleader outfits, would you?" Now Tonya, Deanna, and the other two cheerleaders looked and saw Selena Summers leaning back against a stone bleacher support.

Deanna let go of Tonya and stared straight at Selena. "And what do you care for this scuzzbaggette anyway, Shades?"

"Not much," Selena admitted. "But I don't like bullies either."

"Tolansky was stealing money from girls' purses," one of the cheerleaders said.

"And how about we give back the money, and report Tonya to Principal Darkholme."

"Yeah, yeah, what she said," Tonya agreed frantically. Raymond Darkholme would not be pleased that she'd been stealing from purses again, but even detention with him was preferable to getting beat up by three cheerleaders.

"Why don't you and your stupid sunglasses at night just butt out?" Deanna swiped at Selena who deftly dodged, and caught the cheerleader by the wrist. Unperturbed, Deanna brought her left hand up and her long sharp nails scored three lines across Selena's right cheek-before knocking Selena's glasses off.

Instinctively, Selena closed her eyes, and let go of Deanna. Laughing the cheerleader picked up the red sunglasses. "Well, what do we have here?"

"Give them back," Selena said between clenched teeth. What does John see in her? "I have an eye condition."

"Oh really?" Deanna sniggered nastily. "Let's see what happens if you open them."

"No!" Selena replied. "Trust me, you won't like it."

"I'll be the judge of that." Deanna's two cheerleaders grabbed Selena's arms while the blonde used her fingers to pry Selena's eyes open. "C'mon, let's see what color your eyes are."

"They're blu-." Selena managed to wrest her neck away from Deanna just as her eyes opened-and were pointed in the direction of a propane tank.

John Grey had just scored a touchdown when all of a sudden he heard a loud BOOM! Glancing at the bleachers, he and his teammates stared at the explosion.

Taking advantage of the crowd's attention on the fire, John reached out with his hands and focused, projecting a telekinetic force field to contain the flames all the while thinking Professor, are you there? Professor, we need you."

I'm here, John. At the rear seat of a Bentley parked outside the school sat a conservatively dressed fortysomething woman with red hair that she seemed to be reaching underneath the scalp of with her fingers. Don't worry, I'll handle it. She pulled at her hair until it all came off, revealing a scalp as bald and shiny as an egg, focusing on the minds closest to the explosion. Selena and Deanna Matthews, and three others are there as well Charlene Xavier replied mentally, as she rubbed her head, doing her best to erase the image of red beams escaping from Selena's eyes and replacing false ones inside the cheerleaders' heads.

Finally, after several minutes, she let down her hands and let out a sigh. She could see the fire trucks and ambulances coming, and nodded to the white-haired African American man driving the car. "Everything's alright," she said as she picked up her wig. "Go."

"Are you sure professor?" the driver asked.

"Quite sure, Orion," Charlene Xavier replied. She had just replaced her wig and checked in one of the rear view mirrors to make sure it was firmly in place. "Now go, we have a new student to pick up."

Okay, as you figured, this is a gender-bender fic. And while the first few chapters were adhere to the first season of XMEvo pretty closely, I do plan to divulge the plot. And no, I'm not writing this to make some comment on the politics of gender or critique of society. I'm doing it because it's FUN! One of the major challenges is 'masculinizing' the x-girls; it's just hard to take female characters and make them seem convincinly masculine-with some exceptions. A handful of characters will still be in their original gender. Like Sabretooth.

Next chapter, John and Selena meet their new housemate 'Katrina' Wagner,' Principal Raymond Darkholme grills Tonya, and a femme fatale with metal claws comes into the scene.