So, I was listening to Ginuwine - Pony and this sprouted into my mind:))

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She wouldn't have minded him thinking she was an effeminate cross dressing man, if she wasn't falling for him. Hard! And how could she not? The pirate was sweet and carrying and funny. And hot. Did she mention hot? "Black Leg" Sanji looked nothing like his wanted poster. Manly and muscular, the man was haunting her dreams since she first arrived on Momoiro Island with Iva and the rest of the Impel Down escapees.

Ah, what a fateful day that was. It started with Sanji arguing with Iva, demanding he'd be given a ship so he could return to his captain and ending up agreeing to stay and train. He kept flirting with Iva until he finally revealed he was a man. That pretty much sealed her deal. As Sanji's eyes first met her, hearts sprung in them and he kneeled at her feet, kissing her hand, demanding her name. She didn't get to respond, as the man jumped away as if burned, calling her a demon for tempting him so. At first she had no idea what she had done. Only the next day, when he called her 'too pretty to be a man' did she realize that he had placed her with the rest of Iva's crew.

In truth she was only visiting at Iva's request. The Okama King said his girls could use some fresh meat to learn a thing or two from, whatever that meant. But she agreed, not like she had where to go after escaping prison. During her stay in Impel Down, Iva brought her at level 5.5 and she made friends there quickly. Her crew was killed log before that and she had no family. None that actually cared if she was dead or alive anyway. So she got on the ship with Iva after the war and Ace's death. She was depressed the entire way, but the pirates he traveled with had a way of cheering each other up. The whole thing was a disaster, but in the end Luffy got away. Shivers still ran across her spine when she remembered his scream as he was holding his brother's lifeless body. Wherever he was, Luffy was far from being alright, but hopefully he was going to recover and meet again with his crew.

Speaking of Luffy's crew, his cook was a handful to deal with. She tried countless times to explain to him that she was a woman. And she almost managed a few times, but the man was stubborn. Or maybe just traumatized, the island didn't seem to be fairing him well. As a 'lady lover', a place filled with cross-dressing men was probably a bit much for him. But wasn't that reason enough to think her a woman? Didn't he wish she was indeed a woman? She had done everything in her power to convince him, short of undressing in front of him. She even placed his hands on her breasts, but the idiot called her Satan. Maybe the fact that there were no other women there, made him stuck on the obsessive idea that she too was a man.

She was offended really. How could he think her a man? Her boobs were not enormous, but they were big enough to make men stare. Sanji's eyes darted to her chest a few times too, but he burst in tears, accusing her of being cruel to deceive men like that. She slapped him that time. He was ridiculous.

It was true that she wore dresses similar to the men there, but her legs were perfectly shaved. Not to mention shaped like a woman's. The difference was so plain to her she thought the Straw Hat pirate was messing with her. But she overheard his conversation with Carol-sama and some other candies. He was complaining about the island and stated how it had become even harder for him since 'the pretty boy' arrived. Of course, her nickname became 'Pretty boy'. None of the travesties denied her being a man in front of Sanji, enjoying his torment.

In the first week, she really didn't give a rat's ass of what the cook thought, just enjoying her stay in the island where 'those with a heart of a maiden gather'. There were some incredibly beautiful places there and not to mention funny animals. The candies were all super cute and she got along with all them. They would gather at night and tell stories. Some nights turned into embarrassing parties, where they'd get drunk and dance and share some of the more steamy experiences.

One night Sanji decided to join them. Or rather, he was forced there by Iva-chan. He stood in a corner half of the night, until Carol-sama got him drunk enough. He danced with them and spoke of his adventures with the Straw Hats, She already knew Luffy was an amazing person, but she never would've guessed all the places they've seen and all the fun they had. Sanji's crew even had a musician. How cool was that?

By the end of the night she decided he was a good guy and made a mental note not to forget to try and tell him yet again that she was a woman. It was decided that the next day no one had to work or train in Sanji's case. He lifted his cup when Iva announced his decision and downed it all in one gulp. Poor cook was wasted. As the sun was threatening to rise, the party broke and people were retreating to bed. She thought she would be the 'nice guy' and take him to his room, as she was fairly sure he wouldn't make it there on his own. She took him by the arm and dragged him slowly.

They chatted along the way, mostly about Luffy and his crazy bursts of energy. They held onto one another, walking in zigzags and stumbling onto the smallest of rocks. They laughed all the way to the front of his room. And there it happened, he cursed her with some bittersweet spell. Sanji grabbed her by the back of her head and leaned her forward, his other hand holding her waist. His lips came down, capturing hers. She thought of resisting, but drunk as she was, she kissed him back, hands gripping his shirt tightly. He bit her lover lip before breaking the kiss and looked at her with the most alluring eyes she had ever seen. The words he whispered in her ear, hot breath making her shiver, would forever plague her mind.

"The things I'd do to you if you were a woman…" With that, Sanji wished 'him' a goodnight and retreated to his room, leaving her outside, wide eyed.

"But… I am a woman. Dammit!" She stormed back to her room and crashed in her bed. But his surprisingly soft lips were imprinted on hers and her skin still tingled at her waist where he had held her. Damn, stupid cook.

She wanted to confront him the next day, but, conveniently, he remembered nothing past his forth bottle of sake. He had no idea how he got to his room, nor did he recall the lap dances he received from the candies and all the stripping that occurred by the end of the night. And most importantly, he didn't even remember her being there.

That was the second and final time she slapped him. She left the dining area and struggled not to cry. She was angry and sad and a bit confused. And still a bit buzzed, since she hadn't really closed her eyes that entire night. She wondered if she hadn't hallucinated the entire scene, because she too was heavily under the influence of alcohol. But it felt too real to be a silly dream.

That whole incident happened over a week ago. She tried so hard to forget about the stupid kiss, but every time she closed her eyes, his face would be there, with his seductive eyes and his stupid swirly eyebrows. She loved those eyebrows and the way he would lift them on occasion, when he wondered about something or when he was surprised.

So she decided to tell him one last time, that she, Jun Hamasaki, was a woman.

Needless to say it went bad. She had to search for him all over the place until finally locating the stupid cook. And there he was, working out, training to defeat Iva-chan's Newkama Kenpo masters. How many had he gotten? Nine? Ten? He was working fast, determined to get back to his crew on time.

He was cladded in only some black shorts, showing his strong legs and overall muscular body. Sweat was rolling down his skin as he lifted weights. She momentarily forgot what she was doing there, mesmerized by the way his muscles flexed.

"Stop looking at me like that. It's disgusting!" It took a few seconds to realize he was talking to her, as she was the only other person there.

"What?"

"Even if I agreed to train here and wear your outfits, I still love women." He was already annoying here, but she breathed in, calming herself down.

"Sanji…"

"Don't start with that. I won't be fooled again."

"But really, I am-"

"You may be pretty, but you will never compare with Nami chaaawn and Robin swaaama. Oh how I miss my lovely ladies!" Jun felt the vein in her temple twitch, her fingers rolling into fists. "What have I done to deserve to come to this hell?" Her fist collided with his stupid mug, while he kept wining and crying for some beautiful far away women. And that was the first time she punched him.

"Hell? You want hell? Oh, you will get it, Sanji-boy." She mimicked the way Iva-chan said his name. Jun was beyond furious. She left poor Sanji on the ground, looking after her with his eyes wide and his mouth gapped. He had no idea what was awaiting him. She also had no idea, but something wicked was brewing in her mind. If he was so determined to portray her as a man, well, she about to become one irresistible 'cross-dresser'. She would wait for him at every corner and entice him with all the tricks she gathered in her short life. He was going to regret making assumptions and not listening to her. First, she needed to acquire a few things, like that strap-it dildo she saw on Carol-sama's display case. She would take her role as a man serious.

Jun was going to make Momoiro Island Sanji's personal Hell even if it killed her. Or him. May the teasing begin!

So, this is a Prologue of sorts. Most future chapters will be from Sanji's tortured perspective.

I'll try to update weekly, but I promise nothing [ I "heart* procrastinating ]

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