Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, blah, blah, blah. You know the deal.

Warning: Here there be slash. And cross dressing. And Wufei torture.

Chapter 1

Discovering One's Inner Female

"No. Absolutely not. I refuse."

"You can't. I'm sorry but there is no other way to do this."

Deceptively slender hands slammed down on a large mahogany desk. "There must be another way! There are plenty of other qualified female agents in this organization, why can't you just pick one of them?"

Lady Une, head of the Preventers, rubbed her temples in exasperation and let out a breath to remain patient. "Wufei, we've been over this before. You and Sally have been gathering information on this case for months. No one knows it inside out like you two. But with Preventer Po's leg injury, she won't be able to participate in the actual capture as planned."

"I know this. But why can't you assign a female agent to replace her?"

"Because frankly, Chang, you scare the other agents."

Clearly, not expecting this answer, Chang Wufei looked startled. "What?"

"Your activities from the Wars and your further exploits as a Preventer have made you something of a legend around here. The others see you, as someone to emulate."

Wufei crossed his arms and looked skeptical.

Lady Une smirked. "It's true. And with your charming personality, the combination is enough to make them feel intimidated by you. It is of vital importance that this mission goes off without a hitch, and I don't want you partnered with someone who is too busy worrying what you think of them to pay attention to what is going on. And no, Noin is not an option. She and Milliardo Peacecraft have their hands full with their own case."

Faced with something he could not argue the logic of, Wufei did the something very unlike him. He abandoned dignity and made a last bid for freedom.

"I can't do something like this! How can you expect me to do this? And especially with him! It's unthinkable! I can't! I won't!"

"You are a professional Preventer Chang! You are to do your job and do it well, and if that requires that you dress as a woman and pretend to be the wife of another man, then you will damn well do it and get the job done! That's an order!" Commander Une stood behind her desk, chair pushed back, and hands braced apart on the desk, with a stormy expression on her face.

Being the smart man that he is, Wufei recognized that this was a good time to accept defeat and retreat. Fast. Gritting his teeth he managed a "Yes Ma'am" and walked stiffly out the door, past Noin who was entering with some files under her arm.

The purple haired woman strolled into the office and placed the files on the desk in front of Une. Raising an eyebrow she asked, "So, I'm guessing you told him about the changes?"

Lady Une sank back into her chair allowing a slight smile on her lips. "Oh, yes. He wasn't exactly . . . pleased with the situation."

"Poor Duo."

Chang Wufei, only heir of the Dragon Clan, scholar, former gundam pilot, and youngest preventer, scowled at his reflection in the mirror and contemplated how he got himself into this situation.

He decided all the blame rested solely upon the shoulders of one Sally Po, who had been inconsiderate enough to break her leg in a freak accident involving a spatula and the microwave, thus forcing him to do something that was so degrading, and embarrassing, and…and….unmanly!

Glaring at his reflection he wondered why it had to be him who played the woman. That man's (he refused to say the name!) hair was long enough and was the envy of plenty of women. But no, he had to dress as a girl because his features were more suited to it. What a revolting insult. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Wufei's self pity party was interrupted when he was jolted out of his staring contest by the sound of the doorbell.

He turned and made his way down the corridor of his apartment to the front door. He peered through the peephole, then jerked the door open with a scowl his face. "You're late."

"Well hello to you to, Wufei," grinned Sally Po with crutches under her arms, her left leg in a cast, and a small duffle bag over her right shoulder. "Ready to get all gussied up for your man?"

"Just get in!" he hissed, while peering outside to make sure no one heard that comment.

Sally just laughed and made her way to the bedroom.

Wufei shut the door and followed his partner to find her busy spreading certain things on his bedspread.

"Alright, first things first. You're going to have to get rid of your leg hair, armpit hair and shape your eyebrows. I recommend waxing since I doubt you'll want to have to constantly tweeze and shave. You're not that hairy to begin with, so we don't have to worry about chest or back hair."

Wufei only scowled and resolved to grow a beard as soon as the mission was over.

Sally straightened and held a pink box in her hand and a decidedly sadistic smile on her face. "Lets get you waxed Wufei!"

Wufei emerged from the bathroom with various body parts sore and stinging. Sally hobbled out after him and said brightly, "That wasn't so bad!"

She received a scowl in return.

Ignoring her victim's less than enthusiastic response, Sally held out a garment. "Put it on and let's see how it looks."

Wufei took one look at it and his masculinity immediately rebelled. "I refuse! I'm not wearing that!"

"You have to if you're going to be a convincing woman! Women have breasts, Wufei, and you won't look like one without it and the mission will fail!"

Failure being unacceptable to the proud warrior, he sullenly took off his tank top and snatched the stuffed bra out of Sally's hands and put it on.

"You should put the shirt back on so I can see how it looks under clothes," she instructed.

He slid the tank top back on, and turned to look at himself in the mirror.

It was terrible.

"Wow Wufei! You look great!" exclaimed Sally.

Unbelievable. All it took was some padding and he looked like a female. Wufei's ego was beginning to feel extremely bruised.

I've dropped off your measurements with a list of the types of clothes you'll be wearing at headquarters, so they should have them ready for you to pick up in a day. Nothing sleeveless, since your biceps are a little too big to be feminine, but other than that you can pretty much wear anything."

And Wufei's ego was now a flattened pancake after being steamrolled under Sally's compliments.

Oblivious to the verbal murder she'd just committed, Sally patted the space next to her on the bed, "Now, I'm going to teach you how to put on makeup so pay attention."

Oh joy.