Of course, I don't own Junjou Romantica. I don't know how to convince you otherwise!
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It was a sunny afternoon, inside a university laboratory, where a young man was completing an experiment. His less-than-enthusiastic friend was acting as an assistant.
"Hey Itsuki, explain this idea of yours to me again", he said, lying on an unused table.
"No problem!", the aspiring scientist turned dramatically, flaring his lab coat.
Itsuki grabbed a gallon-sized milk carton. Despite it's creamy texture, it wasn't filled with milk.
"Soichiro my friend, what makes girls, girls?", Itsuki asked.
"Uhh, a vagina?"
"NO! Estrogen. In this carton, is pure, unconcentrated estrogen."
"And where did you get estrogen?", Soichiro asked.
"That's classified", Itsuki deadpanned. "So, my idea is to be able to change genders, without going through surgery."
"So basically genderbending, but why only estrogen? Wouldn't you use testosterone too?"
"If I was trying to change a girl to a boy, yes. But this is just the beginning. For now, I'll be turning a boy into a girl."
"By using the fem-juice?", Soichiro affirmed.
Itsuki nodded. "But not just that. I have created a compound that isloates the Y-chromosome and mutates it into an X-chromosome. This is the most crucial point. The estrogen is just the cherry on top."
"How did you get all this done without some government agency on your tail?"
"My aunt helped me out a bit. Remember that month I was absent?"
"Yeah, you missed all those assignments I had to help you catch up on", Soichiro remembered.
"During that month, I was in America, doing my research under the cover of the CIA."
"Seriously? And they let you come back?"
"Yeah", Itsuki said, labelling a vial. "Those agents are actually pretty amiable as long as you don't mention Area 51."
"Area 51?"
"I don't know this area of which you speak", Itsuki said robotically before returning to normal. "Anyway, they just told me, don't start an epidemic and report to them periodically."
"Pfft, Americans", Soichiro said.
"Yeah, Americans", Itsuki chuckled.
Itsuki mixed the estrogen and chromosome compound into a bowl and poured the mixture into a muffin pan.
"Pouring it into a muffin pan is a little sexist, dontcha think?", Soichiro asked.
"Don't worry. being politically correct is for. . . politicians", Itsuki said, putting the pan into an oven.
"You know, hearing you talk, you'd never know you were some kind of super-genius. So how'd you come up with this idea? Are you trying to tell me something?", Soichiro insinuated.
"Wha? No! It's not like I'm doing this for myself! It's just a whim."
"Well why am I here? I'm so bored."
"Weren't you supposed to help those underclassmen with the bake sale?", Itsuki questioned.
"Yeah, I told that Sumi kid I'd be makin' somethin'."
"What did you make?"
"Nothing."
"Great contribution", Itsuki said, checking on the rising batter."
"Don't worry Soichiro. You'll be my first test subject."
"What? NO! No way!", Soichiro shot up from the table and ran out the door.
"Hey! Wait! You're supposed to be my friend!", Itsuki ran after him.
They ran, leaving the gender altering muffins behind. A few minutes after, a group of people entered the room.
"Sumi-senpai, what is this place?"
"It's one of the science labs. Sakurai-senpai told me he'd be making something for the bake sale, and he usually hangs out here with his psycho friend."
"Oh, but no one's here."
"But there's an oven, with muffins that look just about done. Misaki, you cook all the time for that guy right? Go ahead and take them out."
Misaki put on a pair of oven mits and took out the muffins.
"Let's go", Sumi said, having Misaki follow him.
Itsuki came back in, carrying Soichiro over his shoulder. He set him down and locked the door.
"Now then, let's take out these muffins", Itsuki beamed.
He went to the oven, where his smile cracked into a million pieces.
"What is it?", Soichiro inquired.
"The muffins! The muffins are gone!"
"The muffins are a lie, I guess. Just like the cake", Soichiro joked.
"No! Somebody must've taken them!"
"I toldja that would backfire on you."
"No you didn't! You said it was sexist!", Itsuki yelled.
"Oh well, what's the worst that can happen?"
Suddenly a man dressed in a suit was followed by about five others.
"Mr. Itsuki Kurotaga, you are to be put under lockdown until your formula can be stabilized and then you will be put on trial by the United States government", the man said.
Handcuffs were put around Itsuki's wrists. The man looked over at Soichiro who was trying to sneak away.
"Get the accomplice!", he yelled, and his associates quickly tackled Soichiro.
-With Misaki-
"The bakesale didn't go too well", Misaki said.
"Yeah, it was a total bust, we only sold about three muffins", Sumi complained.
"Yeah, that teacher bought two, thank goodness for that. And that girl bought one, but then she fed it to the birds", Misaki recounted.
"Well, they didn't look too appetizing anyway. I'll leave the disposal up to you Misaki."
"Alright."
Misaki wrapped up the rest of the muffins and went home. When he got back, he set them up on the counter.
"Looks like Usagi-san isn't home yet", Misaki thought outloud.
He knew if the man was home, he'd be pouncing on him right now. Absentmindedly, Misaki unwrapped the muffins and took a bite. He swallowed his bite, which left a horrible taste in his mouth.
"No wonder we didn't sell any", he said, throwing the rest out.
He had little homework and finished early. Soon Akihiko returned.
"Welcome home, Usagi-san", Misaki greeted cheerfully.
Suddenly as he finished a sentence on his paper, Misaki felt his body being wrapped in arms.
"Not now Usagi-san, I've got work."
"Later", he rasped, making Misaki stand.
"No! Not later. I have to finish my homework now!", Misaki protested as Akihiko carried him upstairs.
"Later. I need my fill of Misaki."
"We've done it enough! Gimme a break!"
-Earlier that day-
"Two muffins please", Miyagi ordered.
A student handed him his food and took his money. Miyagi then walked back to his office. He was lucky he got there before the students closed shop. He opened the door and greeted his officemate grinning.
"I've brought muffins, made from young baker's apprentices!", he presented Hiroki with one of them.
"No thanks. I'm leaving for today", Hiroki said.
"After all the trouble I went to acquire you're favorite snack!"
"When did I ever say muffins was my favorite snac-Ack!", Hiroki choked when Miyagi shoved a piece of the muffine down his throat.
Hiroki swallowed and then glared at the smiling man before him.
"Now was that so bad?"
"That was the worst thing I've ever tasted", Hiroki said.
"Really?", Miyagi asked, and started to eat his own.
"Thanks", a smaller hand grabbed it before he could take a bite.
Miyagi looked behind him to see a deep frown set in the face of his young lover, which happened to be chewing on his muffin.
"What is this crap?, Shinobu asked.
"Whatever it is, I'm glad I didn't eat it", Miyagi said. Apparently the baked treat wasn't worth the money.
"Let's go", Shinobu said, pulling Miyagi out of his office.
"Shinobu-chin, what are you doing here?", Miyagi finally asked.
"The colleges are on break now, so I knew you would have free time."
"You make it sound like I have no life outside of work."
"Well if you do, it didn't go too far. You married your boss' daughter."
"And now I'm dating his son", Miyagi reminded.
"I don't count as school life."
"Oh? And so where are you categorized?"
Shinobu stopped in his tracks and turned to him. "Love life", he said firmly.
"Can't you be a little cuter saying that? Something like a little blush or stutter?"
"I would only do that if I wasn't sure about it. And I'm absolutely sure about it."
"About what?"
"Us", Shinobu said simply.
The three people who ate the genderbending muffins would wake up tomorrow with a surprise.
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W00t! First chapter!
For now, the rating shall stay as T. Unless I work up the courage to write a lemon, then it'll go up.
So, tell me watcha think!