"Hey sexy."
"Who the hell are you talking to?"
"You of course sweetheart."
"But I'm a boy."
"You don't look like it to me."
Shikamaru looked down at his form. Big luscious hips, clean shaven muscular legs under a tight skirt, a small shoulder frame and…boobs. He screamed, and he woke up screaming.
Just the tiniest speck of light was starting to peek out from the Nara's curtains and the common birds native to the Konoha villaige were starting to whistle. The lazy boy glanced over to his alarm clock still in a cold sweat and hyperventilating. It was only 5:30. He lifted his covers and sighed in relief when he saw his normal skinny boyish legs and he felt around himself never so relieved of his flat and muscular chest complete with a slim, and toned set of abs. No boobs, he was still purely male.
"Troublesome, what a strange dream to wake me up." He thought to himself stepping out of his bed. He grumbled slightly stumbling and cursed the time. He was still tired, but he knew it would take him ages to get back to sleep. He still had to meet Temari at the gates in 2 hours. T-r-o-u-b-l-e-s-o-m-e.
He couldn't even admit to himself that he really did like her. She was attractive, and she had grown even more womanly (if it was at all possible) every time he caught sight of her on their monthly visits to each other's villages. She had started letting her hair down as well, giving a slightly more wild look to match her spit fire personality. Even if Shikamaru could muster up the guts (and motivation) to ask her out or at least tell her how he felt, there was still a roadblock in his way. Two roadblocks as a matter of fact, and he had also given each of them names. He deemed one Gaara, and the other Kankuro, the sand kunoichi's younger, but still lethal brothers. He was too lazy to even try to deal with them anyways. Why did women have to cause such a headache?
He gathered up another strength and courage to get off his ass and get dressed. He shrugged on his tight black shirt that hugged his for perfectly, and put his chuunin vest over it. He made a quick change of boxers and also dragged on his black pants never complete without his sensei's lighter snug in his pocket, and his recently added bad habit of carrying around a pack of smokes.
The shadow nin figured he might as well visit the deer while he was still up. He had an underlying love for them. They were such agreeable, and understanding creatures that didn't judge you. He picked some spare kunai he had lying on his desk and tucked them safely into the pouch secured tightly around his thigh, then he looked out the window. There weren't any clouds out. It was going to be a rough day.