Author's Note: I know how AU is going to be this one-shot and a bit too much for some people, nevertheless, it's going to be much different, where Timothy is actually female under the name Timeena, whereas Judy is actually Judah. The names sounds quite bizarre though they're incredibly melodious. Ahahah! I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot! :))

After the once wretched souls, seeking redemption in the hollow's depths of the purgatory and the answers they're looking for after sinning, breaking at least one of the ten commandements which weighed on scales stubbornly their deeds, sins and remorses their new home was finally established nowhere else than in heaven.

A former licentious jazz nightclub singer with rich career and experience in seduction as a bimbo in her past life of the numbing alcohol, one-night stands and reeking bars of urine, alcohol, vomit, human sweat and pungnent perfumes. A car crash, childish bones clad to the uncontrollable vehicle's horsepower after boozing insane quantity of the sinfully sweet, mouth-watering liquor, lacing the blonde's tongue in limbo. That was the genuine motive when the sinner wanted to lift off the encumbering burden from her shoulders after spending a free lifestyle of the broken woman and lust, greediness were her deadliest sins. Joining the church of St. Andrew's and no longer feeling the unholy spirits overwhelming her fragile identity. Corrupting her frail heart and vulnerable, versatile intentions and her whole one of a kind being.

The goody-two shoes, diligent and philosophically dedicated to celibacy man of the cloth with exceedingly lavish career, built the divine bricks of the tiers, rising gradually in the diocese. With nobody else than his old friend's help for the tremendously valiant, headstrong hard work, draining his humanely normal sensations of love, desires and lust. Spellbind, hexing him to be on his knees, kneeling before God, who already possessed him as body, soul and spirit. Hexing him under the potent, intensifyingly celestial spell of God and priesthood, slaving as a hallowed robot.

In spite of his sins and mistakes, involved in a homicide of two taintless souls, believing the love of his life's foes scintillating lies which were partly his responsibility for her clerical possessions ebbing off from her bare hands and unavoidable hospitalization behind the dull walls of the infamous madhouse, his soul was conveyed in a purgatory and swimming through the tribulations to repent for his crimes and weaknesses alongside his old friend.

While heaven was the new home of Judy and Timothy, God actually trapped them in an ordeal, swapping their sexes as Judy isn't just Judy anymore, throughout her body's feminine, slim curves evaporated promptly. Her breasts' mass diminished and flattening her torso. God was doing his own job. His stark, mammothly nimble hands were doing wonders. Crafting Adam and Eve's children bodies if their real sexes weren't a fact or rather, just a trance from the femininity into the masculinity. Carving Judah's torso, flattening the bosom and crudely masculine, appealing ripples contoured God's creation of Judah's toned torso. The leanly masculine muscularity of arms and legs' anatomy, focusing on the eye candy effect after breathing freshly, naturally to the exposed light or darkness. The hair was trimmed neatly to the neck, losing a couple of inches from the original feminine long gilded mop of lavish tresses, framing round, full profile. The skin tone was porcelanly sheer and vanilla. Stubble mapping Judah's moustaches, chin and sharp jaw line.

That was Judah's beginning or rather, the incarnation of blonde Adam, hybridizing Adam and Eve's traits.

What about Timeena?

God's stark, creamy as satin hands had a multiple task. After crafting Judah's anatomy with great efforts and the final results meeting its expectancies of his divine creation, his long, strong fingers smudged human flesh as plasticine. Incessantly kneading like dough. Playing, experimenting until the results no longer resuscitated doubts which were symptoms of his adrenaline and ire, pulsating into his body. Adrenaline and ire of fiasco.

Timeena was youthfully innocent lady with lion mane of glossy chestnut tresses, framing her round profile. Her porcelain, lusterly alabaster skin tone gorgeously matched with her soft, dainty facial features and her big round coffee brown embers. Her hands were dainty. Her legs were leanly long as towers and any garment artistically matched with her lower profile. From the short skirts, exposing almost the entire length of her leanly long, ageless legs up to the most archaic with the most rigid fabric slacks. Her incessantly guiltless, vague smiles indicated her girlishly sheepish charm. Rich of pure innocence. Rich of vulnerability. Rich of chastity.

The palish silver early morning light filtered the bedroom where the both former members of the clergy were cuddling and bundled in the warm, convenient duvet. Their stark, sweaty bodies were clung to one another. Nestled in one another's cozy arms. The sanctuary of comfort, security and love. The fresh morning air ventilated and boated in the sufficiently expansive room. Light, distinctive solely for the asleep couple snores chanted their own ballad.

They weren't living in a huge house at all. It wasn't like the ordinary American families with two-story properties, situated anywhere, although there were homeless even owners of properties which weren't expansive at all, flats or rather, inhabiting any hotel or motel's booked room. The former devotional members of the church have rather inhabited one-story cabin with only one bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom and basement which was deemed as an underground floor. Further, their yard was monumentally extensive. For galore of flowerbeds, gardenias, trees and hikes.

"Oh crap!" All of a sudden, the older man bleated a grunt, sensing his stark erected member poking faintly, kindly unknowledgeable his lover's bare, silky thigh. Within a quarter a minute his groggy eyelids fluttered open and studied the younger lady's parchment, young-looking yet with a few light-heavy wrinkles, adorning the face. Her cherub roseate lips bubbled up series of inward, peaceful snores and surging oxygen from the top of her brittle lungs. She looked gorgeous, regardless if Timeena was drifted off asleep, moody, melancholic even beatific. Her long chestnut mop of wild, disheveled sleek tresses was ruffled on the cotton, comfortable pillow. "You're so beautiful, sweetie!" His strong, dexterous fingers reached for the delicate jaw, cradling it in a featherly-light touch, admiring her ethereal, youthful beauty. "Sleep well, baby doll! I'll make a breakfast for both of us!" Judah pressed in a brief, sultrily soft kiss on Timeena's naturally rosy-coloured, plump lips, seconds before unwrapping from his stark, tall figure the duvet though pang of compunctions stabbed him viciously in the chest as a dagger until his slow and sorely paiful death agonized him, succumbed by his own bleeding wounds and scars.

Thereafter he unwrapped his both muscly, strong arms which were once curled around Timeena alongside with the duvet from his large frame by sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up the discarded attires and underwear from the floor after making love to each other the last night.

As soon as the former holy man was clad in casual garments, hugging his leanly muscular body, howsoever, his impending destination was the bathroom to brush his teeth, clean himself and then flee, heading up to the kitchen to scramble eggs and brew coffee in a pot.

Once the British compatriot came to his senses lastly, the brunette stretched her lean, alabaster arms in the air, consequently rubbing with her own frail, fashioned in balled fists hands her groggy chocolate brown pools and muffling a mere yawn with morning breath with a hand over her mouth. When Timeena got out from the king-sized bed and scanning the wall clock, hanging over the French window, thus it read approximately eight and a half o'clock in the morning.

"Oh! It's so early." She licked idly, sheepishly her chapped lips and gathering a bath towel robe after hopping up in the cozy slippers up to her initial destination. Namely the bathroom to brush her teeth, clean herself and take a lukewarm, fresh shower.

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Within a quarter an hour, Timeena left the shower freshly neat and clean. No longer scum, filth and generous thick coat of perspiration hugging her frail skeleton.

Whilst the former holy woman was under the shower, the thick, everlasting shower head pouring lukewarm heavy rain, pelting down her stark, petite frame after tying her hair in a high, casual chestnut messy bun with a fistful of rebellious silky strands framing her pale as ghost, childlike complexion, what it mortified to bones the young woman was the drastic, unrealistic change of her sex. Yesterday she wasn't Timeena. It was the former aspiring Monsignor. And when the British aristocrat confronted her different anatomy or rather, feminine anatomy with her small, firmly round breasts topped with small, vulnerably sensitive mauve nipples, peebled by the cold chilly climate and electrifying goosebumps, prickled overally her epidermis alongside the kinky, wire dark pubic hair, varnishing her lower abdomen her cocoa brown pools stung widened in panic. Mewled shrilling croaks from the top of her frail lungs sent notorious tunes of waves, colliding in the tiled walls. Fortunately, the blonde hasn't heard them yet.

Little did the brunette knew how from the last night has significantly changed. Wasn't that some kind of mirage? How would her lover react?

Although the nonplus, contaminating her thoughts, throughout she opted to move on and embrace with open arms the crude circumstances which God might have punished her dearly.

The brunette stepped inside the kitchen, donned in nothing else than a large-sized, almost unworn old oyster-white T-shirt with pair of comfortable, navy blue boxers, securing her lower abdomen. The low humming of radio and the scrumptious fragrance of scrambled eggs, cinnamon and coffee filled the kitchen with life and reviving the romantic morning atmosphere even if they didn't have their own children. Notwithstanding the circumstance of the adoption alternative could not leave them without roots and heirs after their haphazard disappearance one day. Disappearance from heaven. Disappearance from the divine world of the angels, God's servants and God. Disappearance of every heavenly soul that has already being through swarm of tribulations, whether in the purgatory or in the mortal, humongous world. Meantime, the brunette inhaled inwardly the insatiable fragrance of freshly cooked breakfast and brewed coffee with cinnamon, seizing her lips in a pensive purse.

"Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone! Susanne the plans they made put an end to you! I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song! I just can't remember who to send it to! I've seen fire and I've seen rain! I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end!" James Taylor's song Fire and Rain was currently playing on the radio with the symphony of guitar stings' frequent clicks and chanting voice.

"Morning, rare bird!" The younger woman tiptoed up to her lover, snaking her arms around his shoulders which startled Judah at first, his jaw chattering. Soft, pristinely delicate fingers caressing the cotton scarlet T-shirt, sensing his muscly back was pressed by the peebled, erected flexible nipples which sent shivers and paroxysm down his skeleton of sweetness, pleasure, elation and warmness. Complacent, cocksure grin flashed upon Judah's parchment, palish-filtered by the natural daylight morning light face. Muffled gasp escaped his baby pinkish, cherub lips after scrambling the eggs with fresh vegetables, spatula grasped in his mammoth, veiny hand as the blood vessels spined his wrist after mechanically manipulating the scrambled eggs. "You're up earlier."

"Morning, babydoll!" At the moment, the blonde turned to his lover, pressing a hardening, steamy kiss on Timeena's rosy-coloured, plumpish lips unhesitantly. Then he shifted his attention to the pot with brewing coffee, commencing to boil vigorously as a cauldron, pooled with toxic soup. "What were ya sing, Sunshine? I didn't hear it."

"You're up earlier." The British compatriot repeated, parting her lips in a scoffing, jubilant smile, wearing thousand patterns of heavenly mirth.

"Oh yeah! I know. Just to make breakfast for both of us."The hoarseness in Judah's chuckle didn't fade away, supervising the pot of coffee by removing it from the hob at last, whereas the eggs were still roasting. In the meanwhile, he could feel his girlfriend's dainty, delicate hands slithering downward from his muscly, broad shoulders down to his slight beginnings of abs, teasing scornfully and admiring the masculinity. Pressing the red button of his husky, boyish giggle, clicking the roof of his mouth. "How does it feel?"

"Hard and soft." Cherry blush touched the young woman's well-sculptured, chubby cheeks. Mirth didn't fell from her face.

"Which one rather?"

"I'm undecided. With what I may help around there?"

"I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend! But I always thought that I'd see you again! Won't you look down upon me, jesus! You've got to help me make a stand! You've just got to see me through another day! My body's aching and my time is at hand!"

"Could ya retrieve two mugs for the coffee from the cabinet?" The command was meekly followed by the British aristocrat, opening the cabinet, consequently retrieving two cleanly unused, plainly oyster-white mugs and setting them on the countertop emphatically. No longer the fondles were blanketing the former holy man's chest. "Thanks!" In the meanwhile, Timeena researched one of the drawers for two mere, unused plates for the scrambled eggs. "I'd do that, but thank ya once again, babydoll!" Sudden silence consumed the kitchen as the humming radio was a background noise, the sole sound that brightened the kitchen. "Cat got yar tongue, babydoll? Is anything wrong?" The blonde averted his honey brown pools from the emptied pot after pouring the caffeine liquid in the both cups by fixating them on Timeena's ducked head, throughout dumping the spatula on the countertop, grappling her chin to tilt her head, meeting the blonde's stare and drinking with his own insatiably candid, enticing caramel brown orbs the brunette's intentions of keeping herself quiet. "Your silence means something is wrong and it upsets me, ya know."

"You aren't Jude, whom I know! And I'm not Timothy, in fact, I'm a woman." Woeful smile twisted across her lips, licking them self-consciously, insecurely managing a pointless, bland nod. "And it scared me when I entered in the shower and I found out that my masculinity is gone, being replaced with femininity." In the interval, the former woman of the cloth's petite, smooth hand felt fingers playing absently, teasingly with her knuckles in attempt to reach for hers, thereafter taking it in Judah's much larger, secure hand and bringing it to his lips, peppering it with series of feather, tender kisses. "Isn't that God's punishment towards us? Doesn't he have to give us some kind of a quest?"

"Don't be so panicked, my love!" His cocksure smile softened in a benevolently vague smile, brightening Timeena's face and her cocoa brown embers, alight by her boyfriend's benevolence and wisdom. "I think God has some kind of a task for us or we can always consult with him if something worries ya to be a woman instead of the man you used to be." Heavy sigh flushed the brunette's chest, chewing on her lower roseate lip with her front ivory, still firm for her age teeth. Then one of the older man's colossal, protective hands cupped his lover's cheek, a thumb tracing gingerly, studiously the well-defined cheekbone effortlessly kind. "What do you think?"

"Urm, I think I'll be good to be as a woman. I actually don't have problems, but," Stutter limped in the beginning of her tongue, quirk cusping her thin, dark eyebrows. "But it's something new for me, you know!"

"Yeah, I get ya which mustn't bother ya at all, honey! You can set the cups of coffee on the table, while I'll take care of the breakfast," A delicate, faint kiss, depressed on the former nun's cheek made Timeena to molt into as a stray puppy, scooped in his new foster owner's warmly, affectionately consoling embrace. "Okay?" In the meanwhile, she managed a meek, diligent nod in solemn agreement by grappling by the both mugs' handles, lugging them from the countertop until they perched on the kitchen table without unintentionally spilling a mouthful of caffeine liquid from the porcelain mug, due to the budges. "Good! Do not overwhelm yourself since the morning! You know me how much it upsets me with loath to behold yar facial expression without mirth and glossiness!" Then the British compatriot retired up to the kitchen table, placing the both mugs of morning coffee, consequently seating and awaiting patiently for her boyfriend to join her.

"And I won't make it any other way! Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain! I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end! I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend! But I always thought that I'd see you again! Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun!"

As soon as the eggs with vegetables were scrambled, afterwards the pan was removed from the hob and the plates were already set on the dining table.

Within a couple of insatiable bites, lingering on their tongues and lacing their teeth with chunks of scrambled eggs after sedulously munching them, the silence wasn't fogging the room.

"Mmm, you're undeniably fantastic cook!"

"You're so sweet!" Gruffily clearing his throat with cough after munching another bite from his breakfast, the silverware fork was grasped with a couple of fingers. "I didn't mean to make it awkward or something, but, in fact, we're just with swapped genders, what's yar name?"

"Timeena! What about yours, sweetheart?"

"You've quite interesting and cute name, to be honest!" After gripping the cup's handle, thus sipping from the searing caffeine beverage and swallowed liquid gushing down his organs, resuscitated them with youthful, refreshing energy, oozing of his facial expressions and muscles. Girlishly coy snicker clicked bluntly, blatantly Timmena's strawberry-coloured tongue, almost choking on the gulped sip from her coffee. For her own luck, evading the big trouble with choking and struggling coughing. "I truly mean it." Morever, Judah skipped delivering the answer to his girlfriend's posed question.

"I'm sure it sounds pretty ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" The sharp tone of emphasis vibrated in the former holy man's throat, squinting at his lover, furrowing his thick dark eyebrows. "Timeena, you don't have any clue whose name sounds even funnier than yars! So now no shenanigans. And my name is Judah."

"Judah?" Crinkles violently formed on the young lady's forehead, still gnawing on her lower lip, whereas Judah bobbed his head in strong, doubtless agreement. "I like it!"

"Ya have to be kidding me, alright?" In the interim, the British compatriot docilely, humbly shook her head, whirring eloquently, melodically hedonistic to herself. "Judah sounds exactly like Judas by removing the last letter and replacing it with H." Hissing the emphasis in her utterance through her gritted, coffee-stained teeth, the Bostonian rolled his caramel brown irises.

"Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around! Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things! To come sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground! Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain! I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end!"

Once the both pious former members of the church finished with their meals, thereafter Timeena promised to take care of the already used cups with caffeine's sludge smeared insides and flatly superficially scrambled egg-smeared plates, scoured with scorching jet water and lather, baptizing the plates' surfaces. Whilst Timeena was taking care of the mugs and dishes, Judah cleant the kitchen table and aided somehow his girlfriend to wash the dishes as team players.

--- *** ---

--- A Couple of Hours Later ---

In the interval, whilst the brunette drifted off asleep, sunk in an absent catnap on the leather, convenient couch after switching off the channels and gawking glassily, jadedly with her groggy irises, darted to the translucent television screen. Frequent jumpcuts illustrated on the television screen. From a culinary television show, then switching on a documentary about sea animals and eventually the impending destination which is rather a soap opera.

The British aristocrat wasn't a keen fan of watching soap operas or literally anything with opulent of romance in its production, airing out on the television.

After shopping from the nigh grocery store, Judah arrived at home at the low thrumming of television screen and witnessing his lover's senseless condition, overtaking her petite frame. Her legs and arms were outstretched carelessly on the piece of furniture like a dumped, godforsaken corpse. Her naturally roseate, soft as velvet chanted quietly notoriously creaky snores, levitating in the living room. Bags of beehive of grocery products like naturally harvested fruits and vegetables, milk, yoghurt and a huge bottle of Pepsi until the grocery bags were vacated from the middle-aged man's arms, abandoning them on the dining table and scooting up to the living room and his shoes attempting to produce tiptoes up to the couch, managing a pensive, wary purse, flattening his lips.

"Sweetie, I'm home! I bought for us fresh vegetables, fruit, Pepsi, yoghurt and milk!" The Bostonian purred proclaim until his hazelish-brown irises landed on the motionless body of his girlfriend. Mirth fell from his porcelain, charming complexion at the sight of Timeena slumbering and dwelled in her dreams' realm. His instincts versed him urgently to lift up in a bridal lift the former nun after heaving her weightless, slender body from the leather sofa with an ease. A strong, muscly arm draped around Timeena's slim waist, whilst another pair of muscly, masculine arm drew underneath her inner thighs, supporting her weight by carrying her gingerly from the living room up to their bedroom they shared together and dropping her small frame on the king-sized bed without hurting her.

Sigh of relief flared Judah's nostrils, sitting on the edge of the double bed, managing to reach his mammoth, featherly-delicate hand up to the British aristocrat's chubby, well-carved cheek. Bulky, doting fingers doted on the smooth as baby skin, dedicated to the caress, bearing a semblance of a mother caressing her newborn's cheek traced the curve of her cheekbone, consequently the tad of thumb glithering downward to her earlobe, rubbing its silky flesh. Nerves probing her sensitivity even when the sleep was swaddling her warmly as a newborn baby. Sympathetically angelic smile blossomed on the middle-aged man's pale-pinkish lips, admiring his lover's ethereal, exemplary grace. Exemplerally ethereal grace, painted with bright, vivid colors of symmetrically contoured facial features and slender, petite-frame.

"No matter if you're my Timothy or Timeena, you're going to be always my beautiful one of a kind and yar forever mine!" Meantime, the blonde tucked a fistful of stray, wild brown strands behind the younger lady's petite, sensitive ear.