It all started when I tried to support Luigi at his new job…

"Places everyone!" A silver haired man with small, black eyes demanded. That's my new boss, Mr. Niyeo Yamo, CEO of the entire supermarket industry. This man is a tough nut to crack. My first job interview was a disaster. I stumbled, mumbled, and even spilled my coffee all over his office reports. Yet, I still got hired. Luigi bragged about how he 'fluffed' me up to him in order to land a spot in the same field he worked in. He could've bargained a better role for me…outside of set, I'm the errand boy. On set, I'm the puppet the company needs to get sales. I dress in all kinds of garb, layered with all kinds of make-up, and occasionally have worse days in general.

"Action!" Yamo calls. The set lights blind me momentarily, making me cover my eyes for my first take. "Ouch! What the hell?" I hiss from behind my hands. I hear Yamo huff. "Cut! Peter! What in God's name are you doing back there?!" A short raven haired teen pokes his head out from the booth. Shallowing hard, he squeaks: "S-Sorry sir! Peter had the wrong settings for today, and he had to leave early because-"

"Just fix it!" Yamo instructs, waving his finger at the lights assistant. Once the lights are adjusted, Yamo calls for action once again. The intensity of the lights causes my costume to seem faded. Not good presentation.

"Action!"

Next, the heat of the set lights make my stage makeup run.

And in the next, set lights make me pass out.

I'm sitting in one of the director's chairs, chugging down my second water bottle. The only voice is Yamo's booming demands and curses at the new assistant. Poor guy. I'm sure he's only an intern for the summer. Yamo storms over to me, furiously balling his fists at his sides. I give him a small apologetic smile. "My apologizes Mr. Yamo I just think I need-"

"You think?" he interrupts coldly. I sigh, lowering my gaze. "Just go and take a break, turtle boy." I controlled my buried anger at the old goon. "Then I'll be taking a break for the rest of the day, thank you." I grumbled, easing out of the seat. I begin to walk away, Mr. Yamo had stormed off to scream at the next actors. God, I hope they do better than me, I'd gladly give this up just to be errand boy. At least on doing runs I have time to myself. I walk quickly towards the exit, passing the make-up artists. They powder me again. "Hey! Stop that!" I fuss, waving their aggressive brushes away. "I'm going to my trailer. Leave me alone."

Seeing their bitter expressions at my unusual prickly attitude I add a small 'please' before continuing off set. I opened my trailer to see Luigi sitting at my mirror rummaging through my stuff. Sitting in my new chair. He usually hangs out with me, I never mind…as long as he didn't 'accidentally' rip any of my pictures from my work as a photographer. Too bad I had to drop that job with the constant calls of the Olympics…damn Mario. I had a wall of pictures. One of my sister and her kid, another of my group of friends at our favorite bar celebrating my twenty-first birthday, and a picture of me and my friend, Birdo, at the resort in Brazil.

That was a great two week long trip…two weeks away from Luigi and Daisy. Now all I need is a century away from Yamo. Then I saw a picture of me and a friend I made, Silver the Hedgehog, waving our gold medals high in the air. Another of Mario and Luigi standing right near the London Bridge and another photo with me floating in the Thames River… going against what the Olympic officials barked at me. That was a good time. Much less stress.

"Where do you keep the clothes those stupid directors give you?" Luigi asks, suddenly snapping me out of my reminiscent state. I decided not to ask questions. "Closet. All the way to the right." The directors had me wearing women's clothing for the longest. Before we had money to hire female roles to actual females. Those were dark times. I hated going out in public, afraid some guy was going to buy into the whole dresses and wigs thinking I was a real woman. I still shudder at the possibility.

"Thanks." Luigi fell silent, before shuffling inside the closet. He reappears, well, only his head. "Hey, give me an honest opinion when I come out, okay?" I don't look back at him, I only wave my hand in acknowledgement. After another moment, he comes out fully. I see him in my mirror. My mouth gaped open and no sound came out. Luigi dressed himself in a dress and high heels to match. Is my best friend becoming a cross-dresser? Not like it's new, Birdo is constantly shady about their dressing and identity.

"I can explain. Daisy-"

"What, did you lose a bet?" I laughed, shaking with each intake of air. Oh this was rich, I wish I had my camera. Luigi frowns, placing his hands on his hips. "Daisy told me to dress up as a woman to prank Mario for his birthday party tonight."

I pale. Ah, shit, I forgot.

"Don't tell me you forgot Mario's birthday." Luigi deadpanned, folding his arms. He taps his foot. I hold an odd expression. Silence slices between the two of us.

"You did…didn't you?"

I nodded.

"Yoshi! This one's important! Mario is now the big 3-0 and you forgot?"

"Yes." I added guiltily. How could I forget the previous plumber? Have I really been working that hard? "Luigi can you help me find a-"

"Call me Luigiana when I'm in a dress, please." Luigiana adds confidently. He's really into this.

"…Luigiana, can you please help me find Mario a present for his birthday?"

"Nope." He says, turning away from me.

"Why not?"

"Because I have to get my nails done, then I'm getting a better dress, then I have to pick up Daisy and Peach-" He was really enjoying this. I huff, pulling him to the door with me. "Whatever! You can do that later!"

"Fine…but you're paying me gas money."

"All right. Thanks, man-"

"We're going to LuigiMart to buy something." He adds triumphantly, smirking at me when I paused at the door.

Damn it.

Guess who's back?

Back again?

She's back.

Tell a friend.

I realized some people have been ever so patiently waiting on new chapters. I haven't written fanfiction publically since this. As you may or may not see, I am much better at writing. I do plan to continue both my stories. And contribute to my very prominent obsessions by typing up fanfics for them.

Stay tuned!