Chapter 1: Problems

Kei Sagara's eyes were glued to the pink camisole and the small barely A cup breasts underneath the lace topping of the cami. Not even blinking his eyes took in the delicate curve of the cheeks then the slender neck leading to an equally but very feminine collar bone. Slender arms began to obscure the view of the chest. Kei's eyes didn't miss a beat as his eyes followed down the length of the torso to where the camisole was tucked into dark navy blue pants. It was easy to see the slight wavering that shook the young teenager's body.

Haruhi was almost frozen in shock as the almost full grown man stared at her shirtless state. While not wearing the school uniform jacket and shirt it was plain to see that Haruhi was in fact a girl. Her legs began to tremble as the guard's dark sapphire eyes remained glued to her chest and the pink camisole that hid it. She would never have guessed that after all the times that people have walked in on her while she was changing that this time it would be someone that she had never met before in her entire life. The color drained from Haruhi's face as her arms clenched to her chest tightly. Fear began to creep into her mind and more importantly, her heart. It blocked out her usual calm, baise attitude and took over. Her body quivered like a young sapling in a windstorm as the two of them were locked in place. Their eyes never parted from each other as they both bided their time.

Haruhi cracked first and stepped toward the man. "Please, please do not tell anyone about this. I don't want my secret-" Haruhi swallowed and shivered as she braced herself for what she was going to say next. "I don't want to leave the Host Club. I beg of you, please forget this ever happened. Please don't say anything."

The boy blinked in response to Haruhi's plea. There were so many things that he could do at this moment but he didn't move. If he was rooted in place when he discovered Haruhi was female now he was a granite statue solidified where he stood. Kei was in double shock, first a host was a female in the guise of a boy and second she was desperate for her gender to remain secret and to stay in the host club. Kei stepped back and turned his back to Haruhi. Stiffly walking away from the changing room Kei left without saying a single syllable.

Haruhi's heart rate accelerated once again and her panic rose. She couldn't let her secret be discovered but now it was in the hands of someone she didn't even know. There was no way she could trust him to remain quiet about what he had seen, heard, and discovered. She wouldn't be able to stay with the host club any longer.

Kei stared back at his reflection in the full length mirror in his room. His eyes swept over his own reflected face. The eighteen year old was troubled, he had to do something about Haruhi. It was wrong for a girl to be disguising herself as a boy and working as a host. But then again Kei had no right to judge Haruhi. She probably had her own reasons for pretending to be a boy.

Slipping the navy jacket from his shoulders Kei let a sigh slip past his lips. There was only so much he could guess about Haruhi's motives and her chosen way of life. It wasn't as if Kei had any say in the matter. In fact Kei had his own problems he had to worry about. Under his protection was a mistress form a wealthy family. Miss Izu Nishiwara and Kei had only transferred to Ouran High less than a month ago and Kei was still busy going through back ground checks on all their classmates and host club members. Lately Izu had taken a liking to visiting the host club to pass the time and heal wounds left by the previous high school they had left so quickly.

Kei tilted his head to the side and tugged off the tie almost threatening to cut off all circulation around his throat. His mind focused on the tie as he was still not used to the blasted things and Kei placed it on top of the jacket. With his torso mostly free of the restricting school uniform Kei stared at his form in the mirror. After a few minutes of absent mindedly staring at himself Kei stepped away from the mirror and headed over to his desk where the awaiting files were piled. Sinking into the black leather chair Kei reached for the top folder and flipped it open on his lap.

A few hours later the stack of folders were all scattered about the floor and sloppily taken notes were scribbled down on a pad of yellow lined paper while Kei frowned at the last remaining file as he continued to jot down notes about the one he was researching.

"Kei!" The door flew open and the main bedroom's light was flipped on.

Kei squinted at the light as the bouncing girl came running into his room without a moment's pause. "Hello Izu."

"Kei! Come play with me, are you done with your homework yet?" Izu skipped around the strewn about files only to launch herself into Kei's lap.

"The question should be whether or not you finished your homework or not?" Kei had done his homework while waiting for Izu to get out of the host club.

"That's not fair!" Izu whined as she wrapped her arms around Kei's neck and clung to him.

"What are you, eight or eighteen?" Kei replied sarcastically as he relaxed back in the chair. Izu pouted, giving her a spoiled younger child look and Kei chuckled roughly, "Okay okay, homework first though, I'll help you, and then we can play."

Izu grinned like a happy five year old when given candy and her legs swung wildly as she practically bounced with joy in Kei's lap. But then her attitude changed as she surveyed Kei and her eyes went to his tieless attire. "What? Why are you still wearing the school uniform? Why haven't you changed?" Izu's golden irises searched Kei's dark sapphire ones, trying to read what was kept hidden behind them.

"Ah, I had all these files to go through, it didn't cross my mind."

Izu didn't look convinced as she continued to search Kei's eyes for any sign or emotion that might give something away but she didn't find anything. A second later her serious searching attitude vanished and was replaced with her regular bubbly and happy go lucky self was back as if she never turned serious. "Well anyways you can change then we'll study." Izu grinned before sliding off of Kei's lap and skipping from the room.

Kei waited until his bedroom door was shut before letting loose a pent up sigh and sinking a little bit further into his chair. Not wasting any time Kei got up from the chair and began to gather up the files and placed them in neat stacks back on his desk. While one hand tousled his light mixture of blonde and brown hair he skillfully began to unbutton his shirt with one hand. Then with hair fully tousled and sticking up at random angles both of Kei's hands were free to finish unbuttoning the school shirt he wore.

Silently sliding the shirt from his shoulders Kei removed the article of clothing and tossed it to where the rest of the school uniform lay. Then slipping out of the pants Kei tossed them onto the end of the bed.

The only sound that Kei made now was his feet against the carpet as he moved silently around wearing only his underwear. After pulling out the clothes he would change into Kei faced himself in the full length mirror. His eyes started with his feet and slowly began to travel upwards. Kei made mental notes on the physical appearance of his body as his eyes traveled up the reflected curve of his legs.

The round, smooth curve of his thighs would make any girl jealous and every boy fantasize. Kei's hips were the same, a perfect roundness, but the bulky yet tight shirt blocked the top half of Kei's hips. Kei's hands were already working the snaps and zipper on his left side until they were all undone. Breathing became a little easier for Kei as the side of the shirt hung open. That didn't last long as Kei began to pull the shirt off, by way of over his head. When he emerged out of the nude colored shirt Kei's hair was even more ruffled than it had been before. But that didn't matter to him as he took a few minutes enjoying the feel of the cool air on his bare stomach. Now that the shirt was off, a weight had been lifted and Kei's body felt light and free. Not to mention that it was totally apparent that Kei had the most curvy torso a boy could never possibly have. Kei moved past that fact to his upper torso as it was still covered and covered tightly it was. Every time Kei breathed in he could feel the resistance that met with every expanding movement of his lungs. Kei's eyes locked on his chest and instantly his hands undid the small snaps, buckles, and zipper there. Tugging it over his head Kei could feel the instant release and the pain that came with it, but in the release Kei once again felt free…and exposed.

With quick hands Kei snapped the hooks together and pulled up the bright blue bra over his chest. Relaxing as he covered himself Kei then leaned forward to stare wide eyed at his eyes. Sliding the contact from his left eye and then his right Kei put them away as he blinked rapidly. He was still getting used to having to wear contacts along with the gender change. But Kei had realized something, when he was dressed as a male it was easier to be herself than it was when she was dressed normally, as Kei was born, as a female.

Kei pulled up the loose basket ball shorts and let the waist band snap against her side before pulling on a tank top and low cut baby doll shirt. Kei was about to run a brush through the mangled head of hair when a knock came at the door.

"Kei! Are you finished changing back into my favorite female friend?" Izu's excited tone came from behind the door. When Kei didn't reply Izu called out once more by using her proper name. "Keila!"

Keila smiled, ran her fingers through her cut short boy hair do, cleared her throat to return it back to its normal pitch, and responded to Izu's call, "Coming!"

"You better not be still wearing that painful cincher or else I'll rip it off you myself." Izu's tone was adamant as she huffed from behind the door.

"Don't worry I'm coming." Keila answered back, "You go ahead and get started on that homework Izu."

"Okay Keila but you better hurry or I might not get anything done." Izu giggled happily before the hall way fell silent with her departure.

Keila took one more look into the mirror and straightened her hair as much as she could before giving up as her thoughts automatically returned to another cross dressing girl. Keila knew that something had to be done, but what? Should she tell or should she keep it a secret? In her gut Keila felt that there was a reason why Haruhi was doing she was doing and on some level Keila could understand Haruhi. All that was left was to decide what to do.

A/N: Hope you like the first chapter of this story. Who was or wasn't surprised when Kei/Keila turned out to be a girl? Woot cross-dressing, a favorite theme and hobby of mine. Any comments, criticism, questions, thoughts? Go ahead and review, please.