A/N: Hi everyone. This is my second Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfic. Note, that my other fan fiction is not dead it is going to be finished but it is taking me way too long to finish and post it, so to hold you over for a bit I have this chapter to post for you of my next black butler fan fiction. Enjoy. Look out for the next Chapter of You are the Poison that is killing me and Start this: Unexpected Happenstances.

Unexpected Happenstances

Chapter 1

Grell woke up from his crimson sheets in a depressed angry mood as usual. The night before, he had a dream consisting of what he truly wanted… to be a woman! So trying to cling onto the dream once more, he held the sheets and blankets, but sleep drifted away from him. He finally slunk out of his bed and went to the washroom. "Ugh," he grunted looking in the mirror "What a mess we have." With a sigh he began cleaning the "mess" with glorious amounts of make-up. Soon he got dressed in his usual. Black pants. A dress shirt with a bow tied on the collar, a vest in a color chosen of the mood he's in; red, black, gray, or brown. Today it his mood reflected the color black. He finished off the outfit with the red coat stolen of the corpse of one Madam Red, and the red and black heels he so adored. The Reaper took up his scythe from the rack and walked out of his apartment, and flashed to the SDS.

Soon there he went in walking through the front doors with slumped shoulders and a dreadful expression.

"There goes Grell again." Ronald Knox said talking to some of the girls in General Affairs as Grell walked by. "He's looking terrible again, He should just accept-"

"Oh don't be so cruel to him, Ronnie!" Said a brunette, on the other side of the glass.

"Even so, Grell should lighten up a bit, 'e's been goin' on like this for quite some time…It's starting to get annoying." Grell heard Ronald's comment, wanting to lash out and punish the younger reaper, but held his tongue and more importantly his scythe back. He walked, starting to shake his sleepiness and his mood away. He got to the London Division's floor and made his way to his desk, started spinning in the chair and holding a pen on his nose.

"A-hem" A dark haired reaper cleared his throat behind Grell. "Sutcliff…"

"What is it Will!" Grell stopped spinning and turned to William.

"You are Late-"

"I showed up at least!" Grell snapped.

Will looks at watch "Well you have a reaping to take care of in the next hour," Hands the information to Grell. "You better get going." He turns to walk away.

Grell gets up reluctantly, "Fine," he slings his scythe over his shoulder and starts to walk out of the SDS again "I just get here and I am already sent out!

Grell loved the very scent of blood! It was such a turn on! That night when he cut that butler Sebastian Michaels to Ribbons was such a heart stopping night! Oh that game of "tag" was just great! Even though Sebby Darling's record was so bland he still had such a crush on him…well him and Will and Undertaker and practically all the hunks on the planet! He thought that if he actually had killed the demon he would have actually gotten to the "juicy bits" as Sebastian called them (and dead people can't say no). But back onto business. Grell saw the blood of his victim and knew it was time to swoop down and retrieve the soul before a demon got to it. Grell then retrieved the soul and looked at the cinematic record of the Person.

"Miss Emily Ann Simms." He peered at the record. "Soooo Booor~ing!" disgusted by its content "You were even a virgin! How dull not anything interesting in your life at all! The only thing interesting was your death and even that was mediocre…humans are really too fragile…" Grell thought again at the word fragile. Women are more fragile…and yet Grell longed to be one of them.

Bored Grell left the sight and was ready to clock out, tired already from the dirty business that is soul reaping. Grell walked to the Undertaker's funeral parlor. At least there he could find some entertainment and some solace. He arrived at the door and opened it causing the chime of the bell to ring.

"Undertaker" he looked around "It is me!"

"Eeeeh hee heh heh" A nearby coffin opened and the undertaker appeared from within it "Why Hello Miss Grell-"

"Don't even start with that I am not a woman really…As much as I appreciate the sentiment Undertaker…I…" Grell looked down in slight dismay. Undertaker was the only person who really accepted Grell in the way that he was, A women in the mind, though outwardly male, well him and Madam Red… but she's dead. Grell did not want to hear it today. It was one of those melancholy days where Grell wished he could go back to being jack the ripper and rip up those damn prostitutes with those uteruses he so desired to have himself. Grell was a very jealous person. Grell did very much appreciate when Undertaker called her "Miss" but today he just wanted to disappear.

"Oh…" Undertaker calmed a bit "What be the matter today, err…" He was at a loss at what to call him.

"Everything!" Grell shouted frustrated with everything. "I am fed up with all the work Will is giving me. I am like a dog! The only entertainment I am getting is the cinematic records but will had made it so I am scheduled to only reap the boring people its awful! Work is awful! And to top it all off I am not a really Woman!"

"Oh Well that's a pity." Undertaker walked over to a shelf and grabbed a small vile with a luminescent baby blue liquid in it. He started tossing it in his hands, trying to make it catch Grell's eye, but he did not notice.

"And it is terrible enough that I am lonely! Why can't anyone love me! Is it because I am male! Is it because no one wants the trouble! I know it is taboo but so many other love stories are,"

"Grell"

"Uhhh! No one ever listens! They always stick to books!" Grell had laid herself down dramatically over a closed coffin.

"Grell" Undertaker interrupted once more.

"And I may be a marvelous actress but once in the bedroom I think men will definitely notice some-"

"GRELL!" Undertaker shouted coming out of his imbecile type façade. He snapped right back into it though. "do you have any idea what this is."

"No! Why the hell would I know what that is! One of your embalming fluids or something? Undertaker now is not the time! I am complaining about my life problems!

"Grell…" Undertaker sighed. Trying to get through to Grell's thickness is even troublesome to him "This is something that will help you with your problems." He held up the vile and twirled it in his hands.

Grell gasped "You mean! If I give this to Will he'll stop being so harsh!"

Undertaker wished that sometimes he could be able to throttle the red reaper. But he refrained due to his friendship with the being. The silver haired shinigami shook his head… "No…your other problem. Masculinity, am I correct?"

Grell gasped, even larger and louder than the previous one! "Huaaaahhh! You Mean I can be a real woman!?" The Undertaker nodded. Grell thrashed out and grabbed the vile ready to drink it right then and there. But undertaker snatched it back.

"No, No There is a catch though."

"Oh don't tell me is temporary." Grell moaned, not hoping that was the answer.

"No heh heh" the Undertaker smirked "Here"

"What's this" She took the paper in her hand. It was an invitation from Ciel Phantomhive to a ball being held that evening! "How the hell did you get this!?" He looked back down on the paper "This was an invitation for Madam Red! How did you-"

"See I prettied her up, and Little Lord Phantomhive had already made all the invitations before her death so he gave it to me as a thank ye'. I am not really one for these types of things so …"

"You are really giving this to me Undertaker?! Oh you saint!" She jumped up taking both the vile and the invitation in her hands glancing at both. "But why do I need to wait to drink the…potion?"

"Well for the party you will seemingly have all the aspects of a woman but…to make it permanent you will need to do…"He chuckled "A certain unladylike activity" He burst into laughter "And- And I th-ought you may like it to be with that butler o' yours!"

Grell blushed at the very thought. "Oh but Undertaker he'll know it's me from the red hair!"

"Lots of women have red hair, I don't think that you and madam red were the only pair. Besides your body will look different and so will your voice. If you do not wear something that speaks overly true to you, you may pass as a totally different mortal girl. And If need be, to help you get in the sack with him I could always cause some trouble-"

"That last part won't be necessary. I think Sebby would definitely have my head if he knew I had caused it sort of." She looked down at the two objects again dreaming of what the night would entail. "Well Thank you undertaker!" She looked at the time "Oh Dear I should get going! I can't miss becoming who I truly am huh, now can I?" She darted off.

"Tata" Undertaker waved laughing. This was sure to be entertaining.

Grell Rushed about. He went to the nearest dress shop, and panted in the doorway. He was disguised of course in his old dull butler hair and outfit but this time he wore a fake gold ring to make his acting a true play! "I need a dress!" he shouted dramatically. Everyone in the shop turned questionably at him. "Err…for my wife…" He said calmly. Grell knew his own size perfectly, just the same size as Madam Red's gowns so he knew just what to get. The reason he did not go in as a woman is because he really had no dresses to wear, yes of course he could have gone all the way to madam red's old manor house and got one but he really wasn't thinking. Grell was surrounded by many marvelous dress styles. "I need one for this evening" Grell stated to the aid. The woman nodded. "See we are attending this party and well…my wife…she sent me to get her the new dress" Grell chuckled to himself. He couldn't believe they were buying it. Grell looked about more. 'Not like myself, not like myself' he repeated in his head. He so very much wanted a brilliant red one but he knew that would give him away, and a black dress would resemble someone in mourning so both were out of the question! But black lining wasn't! Grell settled on a white dress with black lace detailing it. The underskirt was black and there were also little accents of a brilliant purple. Not really his thing but it wouldn't give her character away.

After paying, Grell rushed out and headed to the nearest in. Grell hated using mortal money but it was the only way to get by without will knowing something was up…and besides in the reaper realm they did not have such eccentric things! That was the one thing Grell appreciated about the humans: The frivolous things they do! Anyways, Grell had rented out a room just so he could change, without any aid, but first before changing he knew he had to be able to fill out the curves of the dress. He took out the vile from his coat pocket ant looked at it. He stared at it as he sat down on the bed. His hair changed back to the red shade of blood.

"Do I really want to do this…?" He looked at it scanning it as if he could find anything against him changing his gender this way. "YES!" He opened the bottle with rapid speed and poured it down his mouth. It had a sort of stinging flavor that burned his throat. But it soon made him drowsy, despite the discomfort in his stomach. Grell soon fell asleep.

He was asleep for about an hour before he woke up due to sudden pain all over. It was terrible. "What- the- Hell-nn!' he could feel so much pain internally like movement of organs and such, and also growing. This growing also proceeded onto his chest where in rapid acceleration two lumps began to form. Grell gasped at the sight! "It's working!" he squealed, but that was broken by a sudden tugging twisting pain below the belt. In agonizing pain he knew what was happening. It felt like forever and yet it felt like a second but when it all subsided Grell opened his mouth to speak. "Did it-"He gasped his voice became much softer and more feminine but still sounded like himself, but just a little more natural. Grell got up and walked to the mirror and shed off the cloths and let them drop to the floor. He moved his red hair away from the front and observed his reflection. He was no longer a 'He'.

"I'm a …YES!" she was so excited! She pranced around the room entirely unaware that she was in a less than appropriate code of dress. Void of clothing she stared at her reflection once more admiring the full feminine physique she beheld. Her breasts were supple, small but appropriate to woo any man and in her nether regions was the proper tool to be a true woman.

But looking at the clock on the wall she realized she had no time to dally. To make this change permanent she had to win over that Sebastian and have a nightly rendezvous with the demon. She opened the box which contained her new dress, knowing very well that she must ransack Madame Red's armoire to gain some gowns of the proper color. She dawned the dress without struggle, somehow managing to tie the corset without any assistance from any hand maids, and tying the facets of the dress herself was also a feat.

To continue her disguise preparation Grell had sat at the desk with her own little pocket mirror in her hand and began to paint her face with astounding perfection. The makeup wade her feminine features more feminine than it was before. And before she was ready to walk out the door, Grell pinned up her hair with the most ornate black gemmed hair comb, and also changed the path of her bangs as not to be recognized.

And out the door she went. She took one last look in the mirror admiring her new body, and praying that she could gain the affections of Sebastian Michaelis, even for that one evening alone. The hansom rolled up to the inn and Grell made her way inside and gave the order to head to the Phantomhive estate.

After what seemed to Grell an irritating long coach ride she finally arrived at the Phantomhive manor. A knot of anticipation grew larger within her, terrified if she failed this night. Here heels clicked as they touched the stone paved steps of the manor house. And then she saw him, the butler, help greet the guests alongside his master ushering them inside. Would he recognize me!? She thought frantically hoping he wouldn't recognize her.

"Ah hem." Said the cabbie. She turned her attention back to him. "I do expect some sort of payment my dear, Miss Grell."

"Under-!...undertaker" she whispered as to not blow her cover. The silver haired shinigami removed his black scarf revealing a toothy grin. "Wha- you were the driver the whole…-"He tipped his hat, maintaining the smile.

"Yes indeed-y Madam." He looked to her and reached his hand over to her. She lifted hers up to meet his. Undertaker kissed it like a gentleman, "Good Luck" He whispered with a slight chuckle, and slid into her palm a black fan. As he released her hand the coach sped away. Tonight, Grell would have her way with Sebastian!

End of Chapter One

A/N: I Hope you stay tuned. This is going to be an interesting story. Warning: Chapter one and two will be the main story of primarily using Sebastian to make her permanently a woman, but if you continue on it will be more for those who ship Grell and Sebastian together. It will give light on histories of characters, their relationships and much more!