Chapter X-000

Yo, Tobi here, they said this is supposed to be my second story. I got this idea when I was bored and feeling pervy and I think I saw a story like this on here, and I think that dude should have continued. *sigh* oh well.

They also said that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, well kiddies, they lied! That only happensin Bleach and maybe Naruto. This takes place starting with Naruto's childhood.

Oh yeah… in this story, the sandaime introduced Naruto to dango instead of ramen. And this features a smarter! Naruto, want-to-be-a-girl! Naruto, Dango! Naruto, less-orange! Naruto.

With that said, Read on|

DISCLAIMER; DON'T OWN NARUTO 'CAUSE I DON'T WANNA.

*(The way Naruto ended sort of made me angry-ish, I mean the next gen Naruto part 3 characters are almost carbon copies of their parents, case in point – Bolt)

8 years old

Walking down the street- ignoring harsh eyes, upturned noses, twisted sneers which would make any other person go into depression-, one Uzumaki Naruto walks calmly (for once) down the street in his favorite(and only) jacket, pants and hoodie combo, enjoying the sights, sounds, smell and overall atmosphere reverberating in the air. Why you ask, it's October the eleventh, a day and eight years after the Yondaime 'killed' the Kyuubi. Now an academy student, who recently unlocked his chakra and is studying to become a ninja, and is more than proficient with kunai and shuriken, good at theory among other things, but hides his true talent, because he needs the orphan stipend as he feels he isn't ready for the rigors of the life of a ninja.

As he walks down the street, he sees the way parents hold their children, showering them with gifts and love_ as if it were their last day together with their loved ones, reminding him of his status as an orphan. Sons- running around, having good natured fun-, daughters- staying close to their parent(s), basking in parental love-, Mothers cooing at their daughters, making them giggle, blush, scoot closer to the source of parental warmth or some pouting and giving in to tsundere protocol, while their sons either got a pat on the head or a scolding for their misbehavior.

Naruto saw all this but focused more on the attention the girls received and found that he was feeling… jealous?, yearning for that kind of attention, wishing to be loved like as was obvious with the way they were treated with preference to the males.

"I wish I were a girl", he said as he sighed wistfully, "Maybe then I'd be-" *sigh* "Whatever, maybe some dango could cheer me up"

As he walked down the street, making sure that he stayed in the shadows, he heard rustling nearby_ on instinct dives and camouflages himself in the bushes nearby, when he glances around to see he is in the upper-class business district and looks on to see who it was, he sees a maid with a not-quite-new travelling bag full of clothes which she dumps beside the garbage can. She then hurries back into the mansion muttering something about 'spoiled rich brats with egos the size of Hi no Kuni'. Overcome with curiosity, he goes on to check out whatever is inside it. When he sees an assortment of clothes, he smiles and lugs the bag away from the street to the little apartment given to him by his guardian- the third fire shadow.

When he gets in and locks the door, he makes sure that the curtains are closed and no one is around to see him open up his secret stash, which is the two flats on the same floor as he- because the building was one of those buildings that are just there that people have forgotten about as it is within the outskirts of town, far away from ninja residences.

He moves the side wall in the bathroom forward a little, then left to get it out of the way, revealing his other two apartments. He then clears some space out of his real bedroom to set the bag down. The first article he brings out is an average pair if black three-quarters which he finds quite fashionable but a little tight he sees_ but chooses to keep anyway, then a sky blue shirt with kanji motifs all over the shirt. The third item really catches his eyes- a yellow sundress. He stares at it disbelievingly, not sure whether to don it or to douse it in lighter fluid and dance around it while laughing like a certain snake-hybrid-thing. Choosing the first option, he strips down to his boxers, and picks up the sundress. A piece of yellow fabric falls out which turns out to be a pair of panties complete with frills. He searches the bag and finds black thigh-high stockings which go well with the dress. He wears these clothes and then completes them with his black ninja sandals. When he looks in the mirror he sees a cute tomboyish girl staring back.

He likes what he sees. He then goes to the bathroom searching for and finding what he is looking for- hair gel a few months past the expiry date- but he doesn't check as he is in a hurry. He quickly applies it to smoothen his hair down and is pleasantly surprised when he feels it a few paces beneath the nape of his neck with extra long side bangs under his chin and fringes semi-hiding his eyes the longer he brushes it down. He goes to his full length mirror_ whose top left corner is missing and is decorated with cracks here-and-there. He stares at a really pretty girl the moment he steps in front of the mirror. She had her hair in a wild bob with red hair and blond roots and slightly chapped lips from how long he had stood there with the brush in his hair and jaws unhinged. From that moment on, he decided that he rather liked being a girl. He walked slowly to the mirror and laid his hand on it staring into his so-so-blue eyes which were expressing an emotion he rarely experienced- contentment. After getting over just a little over how pretty he looked, he stepped back once taking a look over his whole body, he decided to see if he could fool himself into thinking he were a girl.

After practicing for about an hour and a half how he'd seen girls carry themselves, he tried sounding like one, but instead ended up sounding like he had a cold. He pouted- 'wow, I looked like a girl just now' – still not satisfied with his progress, he stomped and tripped on the bag which he did not see right then and ended up getting his still developing Adam's apple wacked. He wheezed, coughed and gagged with unshed tears glistening in the light bulb which he noticed offhandedly that he had switched on during his fall. He felt something warm and tasting metallic making its way down his throat along with something chunky.

Suddenly, bubbling warmth shot up from within him, making the muscles in his throat to dilate, in turn dwindling the intense pain down to nothing In a matter of seconds until he felt he could use his vocal cords again. When he did, he sounded much more like a girl. He reached up to his throat cleared his throat and tried again, still the same result. A part of him ruminated on creating a new identity, another part kept screaming that he should get some medical help- except he couldn't go to the hospital as he never felt welcome there the very few times he went there so it was a no-go.

He decided there and then that he would hide or try masking his voice by deepening it, using a half mask_ even drinking cold water, none worked.

He gave up trying all-together and decided to let what may come_ come. By late evening, he decided to go out for a few dango sticks as a light snack before he went to sleep.

He undressed, but kept the underwear and stockings on, then put on his trousers and sleeveless jacket _hood down, then left his rooms through the first one.

He got there quickly enough, and without any hassle too, and ordered his plates. Mouth watering, he picked up the first stick;

"Itadakaimasu".

* From the Author:

Yo! Peeps. Yeah, I know this is John(1), but I just wanted to see what I could do with this particular plot, Okay? Your Flames will add to my own and help me refine this story and turn it into something Drew Barrymore would be pround of. Please try reviewing and any negativity should be directed to improving this story. Thank you, Come Again. YAY for Progress.

(1) My cousin kept using John when referring to stuff, I asked him what it meant and he said that "John is something that isn't fresh or cool" or something of that nature. Jst Stay with me on this. 'Kay?