The Queen of Wands

A/N: Remy is forced to deal with the needs of his new body. Logan is trying to stay sane. Jean wants to help.
Some feedback I have gotten had led me to understand that this type of fic is not very popular. All I can say is I don't think it's going to go the way people think it's going. Get your angst crash helmets out.

Chapter 3

Remy was nearing meltdown. He couldn't move with his usual grace. This smaller body gave him trouble. Stumbling into the walk in closet, he looked for the nearest pair of jeans.

Praying to every God he could think of that this was all a bad dream, he stepped into the jeans, ignoring the way his movements jostled the alien breasts. He yanked on the belt loops to pull the denim up and was startled when he couldn't get them past his thighs.

"De hell??" he muttered and pulled harder. Beginning to panic again, he began yanking on the jeans. His jerking caused him to lose his balance and he tumbled through the door. Falling on a now rounder ass, the Cajun let out a surprised yelp. Logan whipped around and looked at the sprawled figure.

"Remy, what the fuck are ya doin'?" He groused and moved to help the thief up. Remy was nearing tears again as he struggled out of the jeans.

"Dey don't fit! Remy loosing his mind, Logan!" he cried, his voice lilting to hysterical. Logan sucked in a breath trying to calm himself. The whole thing was just maddening. He picked up the jeans and tossed them on the bed.

"Rems, they ain't gonna fit ...that body." he said waving a hand at the still nude form. Remy blushed and moved his hands to cover the female parts he suddenly had, feeling oddly exposed.

"Here." Logan said moving to the dresser and pulling out some sweatpants and a tee shirt. "Put these on and let's go talk to Chuck." he spoke gently. Remy took the clothing and pulled them on in jerky motions. Pushing his long hair back off his face, he let out a deep sigh and turned to the bathroom door.

"Fuck," he cursed. "Still has to piss." he whispered and lowering his head, he mumbled that he'd 'be right back'. The door closed and Logan closed his eyes as well. Both mutants were out of their depth and feeling overwhelmed.

~Chuck, can ya hear me?~ Logan spoke in his mind. There was a few seconds of nothing and then the professor's gentle brush could be felt. The telepath picked up on the distress in the feral's mind.

~Logan, what has happened?~ The man's cultured voice echoed in Logan's head.

~Somethin's happened to Remy. We need to meet in yer office. Can ya keep the team away until we explain?~ he asked and thought he heard more muffled crying from the bathroom. ~ASAP, Chuck!~ his mental voice pushed his urgency.

~Of course, Logan. Come down now.~ Charles said and then broke the link. Logan shook off the creeps he got when any Psy touched his mind.

In the bathroom, Remy stared at the commode with something akin to hatred. This was going to be so awkward. He looked down at the place his boy parts should have been and sighed deeply. There was not point in trying to put it off, he had to piss.

Bucking up his courage, he pulled the sweats down and quickly sat on the seat. It was cold. Closing his eyes, he willed his traitorous body to do what it needed swiftly. The physical relief was a small pleasure, the boy took it.

When he was done, he fumbled to clean up. He went to the sink and washed his hands. He avoided looking in the mirror. The feminine hands shook as he dried them.

Trying so hard not to think or feel, the empath failed to realize he was crying softly.

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Logan held Remy's elbow and guided the terrified Cajun down the hall toward Charles' office. he halls were thankfully empty. Remy had almost refused to leave their rooms.

He was petrified someone would see him in this state and he would never be able to live it down. Irrational, paranoid and understandable, Logan thought as he coaxed his altered lover out of their rooms and promised Charles would help, Logan really hoped he could.

They didn't have to knock, Xavier's voice called for them to come in. Closing the door behind them, Logan motioned for Remy to step up to the desk with him.

"There's some fucked up shit goin' down, Chuck." Logan said. Charles' brows went up and he studied both mutants before him. Remy was hunched over, head bent, arms crossed over his chest. His hair obscured his face. Logan looked angry and worried.

"Why don't you both sit down and tell me the story." he said. Logan sat and nodded to his frightened lover. Remy pulled his knees up to his chest only to let out a gasp when his thighs touched the bust he still couldn't remember he had. Logan put a comforting hand on the Cajun's shoulder and told Charles the tale.

Of their tip to the carnival and the Gypsy and the other mutants. Of the reading and Remy's fears. He explained the charm bag and what he found when he returned to their rooms. Remy wouldn't look up or speak. Charles was deeply worried.

"A mutant with magic talent is powerful and hard to beat. We will have to appeal to her and hope she will reverse things. Trying to break her spell on our own will take a long time." he said. Remy made a low moaning sound at the professor's words. Charles looked at the thief and spoke softly.

"Remy, look at me, please." he asked and slowly the Cajun raised his head.

Looking at the face he knew very well and seeing the changes, the telepath was startled.

"Oh my." he said and stroked his chin. "I know you are frightened, Remy, But you know that we will do all we can to resolve this." he assured. Logan reached out and took the boy's hand, holding it tight. He couldn't help noticing how much smaller it was now.

"So, what first? Find that bitch and try to get her to switch it?" he asked and Charles nodded his head.

"Yes, and the bag she gave him, where is it?" he asked, Remy sighed.

"In da bafroom. Wanted it off." he said softly. Logan gave the hand a squeeze.

"I'll get it, Darlin." he said and leaned in to kiss the Cajun's temple. Logan got up and left quickly.

Remy glanced at the professor and slumped his shoulders.

"Dis be Remy's fault." he said and Charles' looked quizzical.

"Why do you say that, Remy?" he pressed gently. Th Cajun was in a fragile mental state, a self proving fact. If the empath wasn't teetering on the edge, Charles wouldn't be able to read that he was. Remy's shields were weakening as he grew more despondent.

"Logan want some'ting Remy can't give him. Jus' want to make Wolvie happy. Now...." Remy trailed off. There was a sharp knock on the door making Remy startle and look frightened. Charles shook his head at the thief.

"It's alright, Remy. It's just Scott and Jean. I asked them to join us. They need to help us in this."

Remy looked horrified and curled up. The long ingrained habit to bolt when things got too much made the Cajun twitchy and short of breath. But where would he go? He couldn't go home to N'awlins, they wouldn't understand. The thought of bringing himself in this transformed body anywhere near Sinister gave the boy such dread he physically tremble.

'Non.' he thought to himself.

He couldn't run from this. He had to believe in Logan and his love. He had to trust his team mates would get him through it.

Trust was such a difficult thing for Remy. Too many times he had trusted and been devastated by the results. But it's not like he had many options.

The door opened and the pair came in. Looking curious and confused they crossed to stand next Remy's chair.

Charles shared what had happen with his students telepathically, to spare Remy the humiliation of rehashing it.

Jean gasped sharply, her hand going to her mouth. Her green eyes widened in sympathy as she turned to her husband. Scott looked perplexed, what the professor had shared didn't make sense to him. His lips twisted in a frown and he shook his head.

"What?!" he asked, looking at the balled up Cajun. They were standing on either side of Remy. Jean tried to clarify for her husband without grilling the Cajun.

"Scott..." she started and the team leader reached out to grasp Remy's shoulder.

"Gambit, what is going on?" he asked truly not believing what his mentor had told him. Frustrated and deeply embarrassed, the Cajun reached his breaking point. His usual way of dealing with the uptight mutant surfaced and he felt a twinge of michiviousness.

Catching Scott's hand, brought it to his breast and pressed the palm to the new soft flesh.

There was a silent beat as Scott's fingers closed around the breast reflexively, before he realized what it was. Jean snickered as Scott's face fell and then turned bright red, all the way to his ears.

At that precise moment, Logan returned and Canadian stopped in his tracks. Blue eyes narrowed and nostrils flared.

"What the fuck ya think yer doin', Cyke?" he bellowed. His glare fixed on the hand clasping Remy's chest. Scott yanked his hand away as if the plush mound were a poisonous snake.

"I-I...He....er..Um....L-Logan..." The flummoxed mutant fumbled for words. Remy took pity on him and stood up.

"It's ok, Cher. Remy jus making de point Scotty couldn't grasp until Remy put it in his hand." he said and lifted his head high. Shoulders back now, the change in the Cajun's body was easier to see.

Scott, now on the other side of the desk, stood next to Charles as Jean moved closer to Remy.

"Oh Sweetie, this has to be so scary for you." she spoke carefully and honestly. Broadcasting compassion and affection but not pity. Remy hated pity. She knew the empath would need the pulse of positive emotions at the moment.

Green eyes scanned over the new body and realized that she and Remy were now of a size. The sweats and tee shirt were Logan's and hung off the slender female body like rumpled laundry.

"Why don't you let me loan you some of my things?" she offered. "They will fit better." she added and held out her hand to the shaking thief. Remy looked from Logan to Jean. His lover gave a small nod.

"That's a good idea. Why don't ya go with Jeanie? Then we'll go find that bitch and make her change ya back." his voice was gentle and his eyes shown with his worry and love for Remy. Having the Cajun out of the room for a few minutes would give him a chance to find out how hopeless Charles thought the situation really was.

Swallowing hard, Remy nodded.

"Oui, merci, Jeanie." He crossed to take a quick hug from his lover. "Dis so hard, Cher." he whispered and Logan hugged the smaller body back.

"We'll make it right, Baby." he promised and let Jean guide Remy away.

After they had closed the door, Logan turned to the professor and dropped the red mojo on his desk.

All three men stared at the bag as if it might attack and turn them all into women.

******
Jean moved across the carpet of the rooms she shared with Scott. Remy stood in the middle of the room and fidgeted with his hands. Jean kept a soft smile on her face as she went through the wardrobe.

"I just did some shopping yesterday so I think...I have...Yes!" she said and pulled out a Victoria's Secret shopping bag. Remy eyed the pink bag with a growing dread.

"What dat?" the Cajun's voice was only a octave higher than normal. The husky smoky quality still held. Jean sat on the bed and motioned the skittish thief closer.

"You need underwear." she said and pulled out several pair of women's panties. The Cajun blanched at all the silky, lacy... 'tiny' garments.

"Jeanie, Remy don't tink he needs does." he said and licked his lips. Jean gave him her 'no nonsense' face and shook her head.

"Trust me on this, Remy. I'm a girl, I know what you need." She sorted through the underwear until she found a simple white cotton pair with tiny pink bows on the hips.

"Non! Dey gots ribbons!" The outraged male inside had to protest. Jean grabbed the flailing hands.

"No one will know about them but you and me." she said and handed the garment to Remy.

"Now, you most likely will be comfortable in jeans and a shirt that's not hanging off you." she smiled again. After looking a bit she came back and set a pair of women's jeans, some socks a pair of sneakers on the bed next to the boy, who still glared at the cotton panties.

"Remy, stop actively hating them." she chuckled and tilted her head to the side as she once more looked at the new form her friend had.

"You need a bra." she said snapping her fingers. Remy groaned and fell back on the bed.

"You like dis too much, Jeanie. Remy ain't a dress up doll." he bitched and sat up again. Jean gave the mutant a tender look.

"I know that, honey. I'm just trying to help." she replied. "Put that on while I find you a bra and top." she said ignoring the grumbling of the thief.

"Why Remy need it? We gonna go and make dat putain take her curse off." the Cajun reasoned. Jean shook her head.

"As a woman with who has a.. what's the phrase Bobby uses... Juicy Rack?" she gave him an amusing face and Remy couldn't help a small smirk. Jean scrunched up her nose. "Yeah, we both have pretty juicy racks, so trust me, it will feel better." she assured him.

Giving up on fighting the onslaught of female clothing, Remy stood up and began to strip. No need to be shy of Jean, Remy now had all the same parts she did.

Kicking the sweats off, the perplexed thief wiggled into the panties and then quickly pulled the jeans on.

"Des fit better den Remy's did." He muttered and sat to put on the socks and shoes.

"Well, considering that you wear them like they are painted on, I'm not surprised. You have hips now, Rems, they won't work with those skinny jeans you wear." she explained and Remy nodded, making a talky hand at her.

Jean came back with a plain white bra and a green tank top. She motioned for Remy to stand.

"It's a little different putting them on than taking them off, so I'll help." she said with a tease in her tone. Remy hurmphed and pulled Logan's too big shirt off. Jean's eyes went right to the breasts. She looked impressed. Remy glared at her.

What?" hw snapped The thief's patients were way too thin for jokes.

"Nothing, honey. It's just, of course you would have a really pretty pair." she said and Remy blushed pink as he looked down at them.

"Jeanie, pardon my language, but, fuck you." there was no heat in the words and Jean chuckled as she helped the frustrated empath into the bra.

When it was hooked, tightened and set, Remy itched around a bit. However, he had to admit, the change in weight on his back was much more comfortable.

"Dis is so weird." he grumbled and pulled the green top on. Sighing, he walked to the mirror and looked at his new reflection. What looked back at him was a rather beautiful young women with a bereft expression in her red and black eyes.

Jean came up behind him and coax the long copper tresses into a pony tail. Remy was struck by how much they looked like sisters. He recalled the reading and the Queen. Groaning he rubbed a hand against his temple. He wanted a drink, or twelve.

"We'll figure something out, Rems." Jean said and tied the tail with a hair tie. "You aren't alone, you have Logan and you have us, all of us." she said and the empath let her comforting feelings flood through his weakened shields. He needed the comfort too much.

"Tanks, Jeanie." he whispered and gave her a weak smile.

TBC...