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kathierif_ficTitle: A Goddess Among Men
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kathierif_fic
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: none, Sheppard
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: crossdressing
Word Count: 1251
Summary: “Men are not allowed in the temple,” Teyla said, and John frowned up at her. “You know I’m a man, too, right?” he carefully asked back, but Teyla only shook her head. “Not today.”
Author’s Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo, prompt gender play.
“You can’t be serious.”
John tried to stare down the little woman, but she only stared back unblinkingly and with her arms crossed over her chest. There was no way she would back down from her request, that much was obvious, but then, neither would John.
“I do not see how being compliant with her request could harm you,” Teyla pointed out archly and shifted subtly, to put herself between John and that woman, a leader of her people just like Teyla.
“It’s not that,” he hissed from the corner of his mouth and flickered his gaze toward the other woman again.
“Then what is it?” Teyla asked, her eyebrows rising slowly.
John squirmed slightly. “You can’t dress me up as a woman,” he protested, his voice still pitched low, but steadily rising in volume. “It’s…” He trailed off and gesticulated helplessly.
Teyla’s arms slowly came up and crossed over her chest, mirroring the stance of the other woman –Nayim, her name was, if John remembered correctly. They almost looked as if they could be sisters.
Scary sisters.
“Do you feel that being a woman is a bad thing?” Teyla asked. She still sounded more confused that angry, which, he supposed, was god for him. As much as he despised the thought of getting dressed up as a woman just so he could go into the sacred temple and activate the shield that would hopefully save Nayim’s people from the asteroid field the planet would be passing through in a few days, the thought of pissing off Teyla was just as uncomfortable. He wanted to avoid both, if possible.
“No, of course not,” he told her and lifted both hands in a placating gesture. “You know I like women, Teyla…”
“Then you should be able to follow Nayim’s wishes,” Teyla interrupted him smoothly. “Nayim said that no harm will come to you from participating in the old rites.”
John knew he’d lost fight, and rationally, he knew that his pride would survive this; and that he’d rather have this happen to him than witness the planet’s surface getting destroyed by falling asteroids.
It didn’t mean he had to like it.
He hunched up his shoulders defensively. “Ronon and McKay are going to laugh,” he muttered defiantly, not caring that he sounded like a small child.
It wasn’t a whine. It was a valid point. If Rodney and Ronon laughed about him and told everyone on Atlantis what he was about to do, it could undermine his authority, and that could be a security risk somewhere down the road.
Nayim and Teyla exchanged a glance.
“I do not think that will happen,” Teyla finally promised, a soft smile playing around her lips. “I will talk to them about your concerns.”
She cocked her head to the side expectantly, and that, John knew, was the sign that he’d either have to come up with a damn good reason why he couldn’t do this, and come up with it right now, or he better had to give in gracefully while he still could.
He sighed and allowed Teyla and Nayim to pull him into the little hut, to prepare for the ritual.
Some days, he almost regretted getting up in the mornings. It wasn’t Replicator-attack-getting-fed-on-by-a-Wraith-bad, but still uncomfortable, and it looked like this was going to be such a day.
“Ronon and Rodney will wait for us close to the temple,” Teyla reported as she stepped back into the hut. “Men are not allowed within the structure. They both promised not to laugh at you.”
John looked up at her with a frown of disbelief on his face.
“You know I’m a man too, right?” he asked carefully.
Teyla gave him a smile and reached for his hand. “Right now, you are not,” she said gently. “You are a representative of the Goddess they believe in.”
John looked down his own body. “I know,” he said, feeling slightly lost and overwhelmed – he felt almost naked without the familiar weight of his weapons, and out of his own clothes. They had had a lot of things asked of them over the course of their time in the Pegasus galaxy, a lot of strange and embarrassing rituals they had participated in or had witnessed, but he’d never had to dress up as a woman before.
It wasn’t even that Teyla or Nayim had done anything outrageous to him. They hadn’t shaved his legs or chest, something John had feared they would do, and they had let him keep his own boots, too.
However, that was it. Instead of his familiar uniform, he wore a garment that was half a robe and half a dress. The skirt was snug around his hips and fell to his ankles in long, soft folds of light-green fabric that brushed against his thighs and calves teasingly every time he moved and shifted. His dick was visible under the fabric where it was stretched taught across his groin, and there really was no doubt at all that he was, in fact, male. The upper half of the dress didn’t do anything to change that impression, either. It was low-cut, exposing one shoulder and it was clearly proving that his chest was flat, and hairy, and not female at all.
Anyone with their two eyes intact could see immediately that he was not a woman, and not even the make-up they had put on him could change that fact.
Ronon and Rodney would probably sprain something from laughing. He looked like a kid that had played dress-up with his mother’s clothes.
He was a guy. He liked being one. He liked women just fine, but he had never had a fantasy about being one himself. He didn’t even make a particularly pretty one – he still looked like himself, which was, his mind pointed out, repeatedly and not helpfully, male, even with the dark eyeliner and the bitter stuff they had smeared on his lips, and even when wearing a dress.
He still thought he looked like a man, all together, but when he stepped out of the hut and walked toward the temple, Teyla and Nayim flanking him, dressed in similar dressed as him, only that they looked so much better, graceful and feminine where he was not, and when Ronon and Rodney caught sight of him and he of them, and both of them unconsciously straightened and stared at him with varying degrees of shock and helpless adoration and lust, not a trace of amusement about his looks on their faces, he couldn’t help but, for a split second, really buy into the act and believe it, and believe that it was him they stared at and not the two gorgeous women with him – he was the Goddess, and he was sent here to help these people. And okay, maybe he was more of the tomboy kind than the princess, but that didn’t matter at that right second.
What mattered was that he could help these people, and if he had to do it while wearing a dress, he would.
The moment was over quickly, but John still managed to hold his head up proudly as he entered the temple, immediately feeling the familiar brush of Ancient technology lying dormant and waiting for him to activate again.
Just another day in the Pegasus galaxy, really.
He still would make sure Rodney hadn’t snapped any pictures of him as a woman. He would do that later. Right now, he had a job to do.
~end.
Author:
kathierif_ficFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: none, Sheppard
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit.
Warnings: crossdressing
Word Count: 1251
Summary: “Men are not allowed in the temple,” Teyla said, and John frowned up at her. “You know I’m a man, too, right?” he carefully asked back, but Teyla only shook her head. “Not today.”
Author’s Notes: Written for
kink_bingo, prompt gender play.“You can’t be serious.”
John tried to stare down the little woman, but she only stared back unblinkingly and with her arms crossed over her chest. There was no way she would back down from her request, that much was obvious, but then, neither would John.
“I do not see how being compliant with her request could harm you,” Teyla pointed out archly and shifted subtly, to put herself between John and that woman, a leader of her people just like Teyla.
“It’s not that,” he hissed from the corner of his mouth and flickered his gaze toward the other woman again.
“Then what is it?” Teyla asked, her eyebrows rising slowly.
John squirmed slightly. “You can’t dress me up as a woman,” he protested, his voice still pitched low, but steadily rising in volume. “It’s…” He trailed off and gesticulated helplessly.
Teyla’s arms slowly came up and crossed over her chest, mirroring the stance of the other woman –Nayim, her name was, if John remembered correctly. They almost looked as if they could be sisters.
Scary sisters.
“Do you feel that being a woman is a bad thing?” Teyla asked. She still sounded more confused that angry, which, he supposed, was god for him. As much as he despised the thought of getting dressed up as a woman just so he could go into the sacred temple and activate the shield that would hopefully save Nayim’s people from the asteroid field the planet would be passing through in a few days, the thought of pissing off Teyla was just as uncomfortable. He wanted to avoid both, if possible.
“No, of course not,” he told her and lifted both hands in a placating gesture. “You know I like women, Teyla…”
“Then you should be able to follow Nayim’s wishes,” Teyla interrupted him smoothly. “Nayim said that no harm will come to you from participating in the old rites.”
John knew he’d lost fight, and rationally, he knew that his pride would survive this; and that he’d rather have this happen to him than witness the planet’s surface getting destroyed by falling asteroids.
It didn’t mean he had to like it.
He hunched up his shoulders defensively. “Ronon and McKay are going to laugh,” he muttered defiantly, not caring that he sounded like a small child.
It wasn’t a whine. It was a valid point. If Rodney and Ronon laughed about him and told everyone on Atlantis what he was about to do, it could undermine his authority, and that could be a security risk somewhere down the road.
Nayim and Teyla exchanged a glance.
“I do not think that will happen,” Teyla finally promised, a soft smile playing around her lips. “I will talk to them about your concerns.”
She cocked her head to the side expectantly, and that, John knew, was the sign that he’d either have to come up with a damn good reason why he couldn’t do this, and come up with it right now, or he better had to give in gracefully while he still could.
He sighed and allowed Teyla and Nayim to pull him into the little hut, to prepare for the ritual.
Some days, he almost regretted getting up in the mornings. It wasn’t Replicator-attack-getting-fed-on-by-a-Wraith-bad, but still uncomfortable, and it looked like this was going to be such a day.
“Ronon and Rodney will wait for us close to the temple,” Teyla reported as she stepped back into the hut. “Men are not allowed within the structure. They both promised not to laugh at you.”
John looked up at her with a frown of disbelief on his face.
“You know I’m a man too, right?” he asked carefully.
Teyla gave him a smile and reached for his hand. “Right now, you are not,” she said gently. “You are a representative of the Goddess they believe in.”
John looked down his own body. “I know,” he said, feeling slightly lost and overwhelmed – he felt almost naked without the familiar weight of his weapons, and out of his own clothes. They had had a lot of things asked of them over the course of their time in the Pegasus galaxy, a lot of strange and embarrassing rituals they had participated in or had witnessed, but he’d never had to dress up as a woman before.
It wasn’t even that Teyla or Nayim had done anything outrageous to him. They hadn’t shaved his legs or chest, something John had feared they would do, and they had let him keep his own boots, too.
However, that was it. Instead of his familiar uniform, he wore a garment that was half a robe and half a dress. The skirt was snug around his hips and fell to his ankles in long, soft folds of light-green fabric that brushed against his thighs and calves teasingly every time he moved and shifted. His dick was visible under the fabric where it was stretched taught across his groin, and there really was no doubt at all that he was, in fact, male. The upper half of the dress didn’t do anything to change that impression, either. It was low-cut, exposing one shoulder and it was clearly proving that his chest was flat, and hairy, and not female at all.
Anyone with their two eyes intact could see immediately that he was not a woman, and not even the make-up they had put on him could change that fact.
Ronon and Rodney would probably sprain something from laughing. He looked like a kid that had played dress-up with his mother’s clothes.
He was a guy. He liked being one. He liked women just fine, but he had never had a fantasy about being one himself. He didn’t even make a particularly pretty one – he still looked like himself, which was, his mind pointed out, repeatedly and not helpfully, male, even with the dark eyeliner and the bitter stuff they had smeared on his lips, and even when wearing a dress.
He still thought he looked like a man, all together, but when he stepped out of the hut and walked toward the temple, Teyla and Nayim flanking him, dressed in similar dressed as him, only that they looked so much better, graceful and feminine where he was not, and when Ronon and Rodney caught sight of him and he of them, and both of them unconsciously straightened and stared at him with varying degrees of shock and helpless adoration and lust, not a trace of amusement about his looks on their faces, he couldn’t help but, for a split second, really buy into the act and believe it, and believe that it was him they stared at and not the two gorgeous women with him – he was the Goddess, and he was sent here to help these people. And okay, maybe he was more of the tomboy kind than the princess, but that didn’t matter at that right second.
What mattered was that he could help these people, and if he had to do it while wearing a dress, he would.
The moment was over quickly, but John still managed to hold his head up proudly as he entered the temple, immediately feeling the familiar brush of Ancient technology lying dormant and waiting for him to activate again.
Just another day in the Pegasus galaxy, really.
He still would make sure Rodney hadn’t snapped any pictures of him as a woman. He would do that later. Right now, he had a job to do.
~end.