DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sora, Roxas, Tidus, Kairi, Tifa, Cloud, or Kingdom Hearts. I just own this plot… Oh, I can see the money rolling in…
So, here's chapter two! Not bad, huh? This one's a bit… I dunno; no boring, but different, since it's pretty much all about Sora's introduction to the world of femininity. It's just a fun read, and it's got information about the rules of the challenge, so it's worth going through.
By the way, I went and read my twin story and, I'm happy to say, it is only similar to mine in it's broad plot— boy to girl; fall in love. Mine however, will get to the climax and ending in a different way. Hurray! My story is saved!
Enjoy the chapter! :)
Chapter 1 - Challenge
Sora didn't care. He already knew Tidus didn't think so highly of him. "Fine. If I lose, you get nothing. So, what's the bet?" He took a deep breath to prepare himself for whatever was in store for him."
She thought for a moment, placing her finger on her chin. "Oh, how about…" She let the silence eat at them all for a little while before finally continuing. "You don't have to take any pictures of girls, don't worry. All I want you to do… is to become a girl— looks, clothes, and personality— for two whole weeks."
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
- Anatole France
Chapter 2 - Transformation
Looking around the wide school courtyard, the most prominent sight was a series of hanging jaws. A confused and flushed Kairi felt dizzy and swayed in her spot, tightly gripping the metal rail of the bike rack.
Sora mimicked her, only he had nothing but the stiff Tifa to grab hold of; and that was a big no. "A…a-a-a girl…?" His breath came out in a loud whooshing sound, as though he'd been holding it in for the last hour.
Tifa grinned almost cruelly at the brunette. "Yep." She eyed his spiked locks and his baggy clothing with slight disdain. "And I know just the place to get the work done at."
"W-work? What kind of… of work?" Roxas stuttered. He was having a hell of a time standing upright himself. The whole point of this was to make Sora more of a man, and here she was making him go transvestite. Okay so sure, Sora was one of those androgyny boys, who's beauty could have rivaled a few girls, even. But cross-dressing? Seriously? Sora was his best friend, and he would not stand for this. Literally.
Tifa waved him off, not even gracing him with a quick look. "So, you in?"
Sora gulped. He supposed he was in… but what exactly was he getting himself into? This was going to be a long spring break, he was almost positive. "S-sure… I guess."
Tifa smacked him on the back, causing the younger boy to stumble forward. "Way to go, kid! Er, I mean Sora." She winked at him, taking hold of his wrist, and then waved goodbye to his gaping friends.
Tidus, who was watching the scene from behind a nearby wall, jumped out and ran toward them, snapping Roxas and Kairi out of their stunned state.
"Tifa! Hey, Tifa!" He wrapped his hands around Sora's free wrist and yanked him from the woman. "He's not doing this. You can't just make a… a guy do something like this!"
Tifa sighed and rolled her eyes, obviously becoming increasingly exasperated with the annoying blonde-haired boy. She looked down at Sora, arching a brow in question.
Sora blinked. When he realized that it was Tidus who came back and, well, mishandled him, he jerked his arm away and glared. "I can do this." It was all that was needed to be said. He amazed himself with how much courage seeped in his voice as he said that one sentence. To be honest, he actually believed himself for a minute there.
Then as Tifa took his wrist once more and continued leading the way, he felt all of that courage dissipate.
"H-hey, Sora!?" Kairi called out, running after him.
Roxas simply stuttered in his place before running after her.
Tidus began complaining, letting sharp sounds of shock and disbelief escape him, as he watched his friends run away with that monster called Tifa. With a loud grown, he gave up and ran quickly after them, figuring it was best to support Sora in this situation rather than to make him feel awful about what he was doing.
That did sound like a great idea though, Sora deserved it after what he was letting Tifa do to him…
Sora cocked his head back as the strong scent of pricy lotion and overly acidic hairspray flooded over him. What was he doing?
Tifa whistled until a pair of equally fearsome stylists walked through a long pink and yellow patterned curtain in the back of the shop.
The first was a man… probably. His hair was unruly and cotton candy pink, sprayed at the edges to spike his layers just barely. He wore a white button-up shirt with elbow-length sleeves and dark blue jeans that fitted closely to his long legs. A baby blue bandana was tied around his neck, contrasting against his pink hair. He looked…smug… yet kind of nice at the same time.
The second was a female; once again, most likely. Both seemed as though they could pass as both genders. Her hair was short and blonde, gelled back to the nape of her neck. Two antennae-like strands of hair made their ways to the back of her head just like the rest, only not quite as glued down. She wore a white button-up shirt as well, but with a white undershirt visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. Her pants were a black khaki—very simple yet elegant. She tapped a pair of long scissors against the palm of her hand and sighed with what seemed like boredom.
Great… These are the people who hold the next two weeks of his life in their hands.
Just great.
Sora squirmed where he stood, visibly uncomfortable.
The pink-haired man stopped and smiled at Tifa, then peeked down at Sora curiously before grinning broadly. "Hi there!"
Tifa slapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Marluxia, I have a project for you…" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "And it's a fun one."
Marluxia's eyes gleamed with anticipation at the sound of that. "Really now?" He looked back at Sora and leaned in. "I take it you're my project, honey?"
Sora's eyes widened slightly. "Y-yeah…" He didn't want this project to ever start.
A hand shot out at him, taking his tightly. "Marluxia. You?"
Sora mumbled something incoherent at first, then cleared his throat and tried again. "Sora."
Marluxia clapped his hands together, squealing with excitement. "Great!" Back to Tifa. "So what're we doing?"
The blonde behind him made a frustrated sound.
"Oh! Right…" Marluxia laughed. "This is Larxene. She's in charge of hair and makeup around here. And I," He batted his eyelashes.
Sora cringed. Yep, definitely gay.
"Do clothing and accessories. I can make you a really adorable jacket, So-ra." He winked seductively, causing Sora's stomach to lurch.
Tifa swatted both of them to the side and pulled Sora to one of the chairs that lined the salon. She turned to Marluxia and Larxene—all the while ignoring Sora's three friends who anxiously stood by the door—and placed her hands on her hips. "Okay guys, I want this," She pointed to the brown-haired boy. "To be a girl."
Marluxia's smile faltered and even his bright bubbly hair seemed to dull and wither. Larxene even dropped her shiny silver scissors.
Tifa looked at them like it was the most common thing in the world. "What? Can't do it?" She smirked.
Marluxia shook his head and put his hands up in defense. "No, no, no! I—we can. Just… why? He's such a delicious looking boy. I don't see why you'd want to… change him."
With a sigh and a beckon of her hand, she called Marluxia and Larxene, along with many of the other employees of the salon, for an update.
"So!" Marluxia tied a velvety-soft pastel green smock around Sora's hair, pulling all of the locks back so that no strands could fall around his face. "First thing's first, we've got to make your face look a little more feminine. Not saying you're not beautiful as it is." He smiled.
Sora blushed uncomfortably. Oh god.
Larxene spun the familiar scissors around her thumb and slammed them against the end table, making Sora wince. She pulled up a chair and sat far too close to the brunette, but he let it go.
"So, a girl, huh?" She smirked. "Well, let's see what we can do."
Sora sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. Here goes… Why did he agree to this? "Maybe we shouldn't d—"
Tifa cleared her throat and Sora hushed, letting Larxene continue.
"Now then…" She glanced at his lips, then his nose, his cheeks, his eyes, forehead, and eventually stopped at his eyebrows. A grin spread across her face; the first real smile Sora had seen from the ice woman. "You've already got thin brows, but lets go all the way, kid."
Sora tensed. Eyebrows? Oh man…
The light-haired woman pulled out a utensil Sora had never exactly seen close up. It was a small metal thing, with two ends, like mini-tongs. Tweezers. Just the word made him shudder. She closed in on him, pressing the tweezers against his skin and lightly pulling on a hair.
"This might hurt a little the first time, but, uh," She smirked. "I'll teach you how to use this for daily use. I'm sure you'll get used to it after awhile."
Sora was about to protest, but a sharp sting made him squeeze his eyes closed and jerk his head away. "Ow!"
Kairi smacked him upside the head. "Oh shut up, it can't hurt that bad." She'd recently gotten quite excited about Sora's little transformation and was, to say the least, pretty anxious to see how he'd look.
Marluxia shook his head. "Men do always over-exaggerate."
"You're a guy too!" Sora spat, almost doubtfully.
Marluxia shrugged. "I'm an exception."
He pursed his lips together as Larxene squeezed his arm. "Relax now. One down, a few dozen left to go."
Sora inhaled once again. "Let's finish this."
Tidus couldn't help the chuckle that left his lips. "Words of a brave man, Sora."
Roxas joined in, laughing quietly yet feeling bad at the same time. Poor Sora.
Said boy ignored them.
Larxene positioned herself and her tweezers again, picking a long darker hair that seemed misplaced on the boy's almost perfect set of brows. In an attempt to reassure him, she patted his leg and counted to three before continuing.
"Urgh—" Yelps and whimpers echoed all throughout the salon.
Sora pouted at his reflection in the long oval mirror. His eyebrows were now perfectly symmetrical arches, making thin, graceful shapes above his eyes, further emphasizing his femininity. He stomped childishly in front of the mirror, crossing his arms. Only god knew what was next in store for him.
Marluxia placed his hands on Sora's shoulders, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "You look stunning so far, honey."
He blushed. "Don't call me that!"
Larxene shoved him away and pulled Sora around so that he faced her instead of himself in the glass. "Let's see what's next." She lifted a chestnut-colored spike in one hand and leaned back for an over-all view. "How about…"
Sora saw the gleam in her eye as her sentence faded. "No. Please… not that."
Roxas's breath hitched in his throat and Kairi and Tidus froze.
The blonde girl shot Sora look that said she was not to be defied. "You gonna be a girl or what? If you're scared, then just tell me."
Sora opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. This was all against his better judgment, but he wasn't going to back down ad embarrass himself. Then again… doing this was also going to embarrass him in the long run.
"But…" He sighed. "Fine."
Tifa smirked in the back, narrowing her eyes evilly at Tidus, who shrunk under her glare. Although he tried to look strong and undeterred, he was failing miserably every time her eyes fell upon him.
"We could shave it all off, go for the short hair look. It'd be kinda cute actually." Larxene mused, mostly to herself.
Sora blanched.
"Nah, we'll just go shorter." Her eyes lit up with a bright idea.
Sora held his breath the entire time, watching through watery eyes as little by little, strips of brown strands fell from his head to the floor.
Closing his eyes, he willed the nausea to go away. Who knew that getting a haircut would be so… sickening?
"All done."
As soon as it had started, it was over. Sora opened his eyes hesitantly, blinking slowly. He looked up at Larxene, who grinned proudly at her handiwork. "Looks good, kid."
Sora clenched his jaw and prepared to be turned toward the mirror. But it didn't happen. So he pulled off his smock and took his feet off of the stand on the chair, ready to turn himself around.
A pair of arms stopped his efforts. "Not yet, Sora." Tifa sang. "You need to see the whole thing. So wait a while, 'kay?"
"B-but Tifa, let me just—"
"No." And that was all she said. There was nothing else, yet Sora felt completely obliged to listen and do as she said.
Larxene pulled up a table full of all sorts of makeup— from eye shadow to blush, eyeliner to mascara, concealer to bronzer, lip liner to lip stick— everything.
Once again, Sora paled. He only wore makeup once in his life, and that was in a play in second grade. He was a ghost in the Halloween story they acted out, and even then the makeup was itchy and uncomfortable.
He amazed himself and his friends in the salon with his silence and obedience.
First, Larxene pulled out a small jar of white cream. She pulled out some of the paste and slathered it around his mouth—above, below, and to the sides. She also placed some between his newly girled-out eyebrows.
Sora gulped… he guessed what was coming.
And he was right.
Her next move was to pull out a razor from a small box at the edge of the table.
"Larxene…" He warned quietly, pleadingly.
As if she didn't even hear him, Larxene placed a hand on his forehead as a means of steadying him and brought the sharp tool to his skin.
Sora could feel the beads of sweat forming under Larxene's hand as she shaved off the miniscule amount of facial hair he had on his chin and upper lip.
Well, there went his years of puberty. All for nothing, really.
The job was finished smoothly. Not a cut was left on Sora's smooth skin after Larxene washed and dried off his face. He begged to look at himself in the mirror, but no one would let him.
Tidus leaned in to examine Larxene's work. It was good, but maybe she was taking it all to the extremes… Sure, shaving his non-existent facial hair was one thing, but then shaving between his brows? "Hey, lady, you sure this is really… I dunno, necessary? I mean, it's only for two weeks. And Sora already looks like a girl, he doesn't need this much wor—"
"Tidus!" Sora's cheeks were tinted pink as he rubbed the sides of his face. It was smooth… he was almost positive that after all of this was over, he wouldn't be able to recognize him. Tidus was an insensitive jerk, but a right one.
Marluxia butted in with a loud squeal of delight, pulling Sora out of his thoughts. "My turn!" He smiled brightly and yanked the boy from the chair, dragging him to the back of the salon while managing to avoid all mirrors.
The backroom was a haven of clothes— with colors ranging from lights to darks and pastels to deeps. It was a room with a crazy atmosphere that reminded Sora of a very unorganized circus. At the end of the room, there was a tall object draped with a maroon fabric. Sora assumed this was the mirror. And of course, it was covered for the sake of surprise.
Just great.
"So! Let's see… we need to get you something bright blue. It'll bring out those beautiful eyes of yours." Marluxia pranced around the backroom from cart to cart. He reminded Sora of a deer in the forest at the beginning of spring.
Excited.
Hungry.
Marluxia reappeared with a long cerulean gown in his arms. "You're a skinny guy, this'll make you look gorgeous." He grinned.
Sora blushed and shook his head violently. "There's no way. Nu-uh. I am not wearing a dress. I'll wear pants and a girl's shirt, but no dresses." He would stand his ground for this. This bet would not be taken this far. He would never cross dress. He remembered Tifa saying something about his appearance having to be feminine, but he never thought he'd have to go to such drastic measures! Girls wore pants too! Why couldn't he?
Marluxia frowned. "I hate to threaten you, Sora, but I can go get Tifa and you can battle it out with her. My job was to find you a cute dress to wear for your first day of being a woman."
Sora flushed, suddenly scared.
"But if it bothers you that much…" Marluxia looked around and dropped the dress where he stood. He stepped over it and picked a white item of clothing from a nearby dresser.
Another dress?
"…we can get you a skirt." His smile was warm and generous. But his intent, Sora was sure, was anything but.
Only two weeks. The thought made him feel a little bit better, and he decided to suck it up and let them have their way with him.
Sora felt a tug at his pants and looked down to find a pink head. He panicked. "Wh-wh-what are you d-d-d-doing?!" In the spur of the moment, he shoved Marluxia to the ground and hid behind a long, flowy black dress hanging on the wall next to him.
"God, kid, you're a lot stronger than you look." Marluxia rubbed his lower back to get rid of the pain that erupted as it collided with the hard wooden floor.
"Y-you can't just go around trying to take people's pants off!"
He grinned mischievously. "I've done it before."
Sora paled.
"Fine, if you don't want me to do it, just get dressed yourself." He threw the fairly long white skirt at Sora and found a soft blue top with short puffy sleeves to match it. "There. I'll turn around, so hurry." Marluxia let out a humph and crossed his arms as he faced away from the brunette, giving him some privacy.
Sora stared down at the two garments that were tossed so carelessly into his hands. Would he really put them on? Could he set aside the embarrassment to do so?
Yeah, why not? He'd already survived a tweezing, a haircut, and a shave.
Sora set the blue shirt on a pedestal and slipped off his shorts, quickly stepping into the skirt. He felt a breeze and it was not comfortable. Suddenly diving into a childish state, he did a few half turns, watching the shirt spin and flip. He peeked up to see if Marluxia was watching, but he wasn't, so he continued getting dressed. If the skirt was uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to the shirt. The tightness of it cut off his air and the lace on the sleeves scratched his fragile skin.
The pink-haired man asked if was alright to look, and Sora hummed in response.
Marluxia beamed at him. He rushed up to Sora and gripped his hands tightly in his own. "You look adorable!"
Sora blushed and looked away, yanking his hands out of Marluxia's hold. He muttered a quiet thank you.
"But…"
Sora looked up curiously.
With a click of the tongue and a shake of his head, Marluxia spoke up. "It's just not right for you."
Sora sighed, relieved. Finally. Someone saw eye to eye with him. "Tell me about it. I guess I'm just not a skirt-wearing type of g—"
"Let's try a few more outfits on!" The happiness in his voice melted Sora's complaints. When Marluxia rounded a corner with a foot-high pile of clothes in his arms, Sora felt woozy.
Just then, the door swing open and in walked a disgruntled Larxene holding two cases of what Sora assumed was makeup.
When would the nightmare stop?
An hour had passed…
And Tidus was becoming very impatient. "Seriously, Tifa, if Sora decides to go for a gender change after this, I'll hunt you down and smother you in your sleep."
Tifa scoffed. "And how do you know that Sora hasn't already gone for that? He's about as girly as Marluxia is, and that's saying something."
Tidus scowled. "Sora isn't gay. Just 'cause he looks like a freaking girl doesn't mean he has the same… same…" He sputtered for the right words.
Kairi stepped in with a finger in the air. "Sexual preferences?" She offered.
"Yeah!" Tidus bit his lip. That'd be sick. He's known Sora for years! Sora might not have had a girlfriend before, but he did like girls. He was sure of it! Sora always agreed with Tidus when he talked about a girl's chest or legs. Tidus even caught Sora peeking at the girls' swim team at their school.
Tifa shrugged. "You'd be surprised, Tidus. While a girl, anything can happen." She winked.
Kairi rolled her eyes at her friends discomfort. "Come on, Tidus. She's just teasing you. Does it really bother you that much?"
Tidus blushed and frowned. "No."
Roxas mimicked Kairi and rolled his eyes as well. Tidus was so full of himself… But in times like these, when Tidus's wall was down, it was just best to deflate that ego of his. "Hey, Tidus. If Sora goes gay, I swear I'll stay straight with you." He walked up to Tidus and wrapped an arm around his waist. When Tidus looked down, surprised, Roxas batted his eyes.
Tidus smirked and shoved him away. "Yeah, great. Thank Rox."
"No problem."
Tidus blinked, remembering something. "Hey Kairi, did yo—"
"Shh!" Tifa quieted, slapping Tidus on the back of his head.
Tidus let out a yelp and rubbed it furiously. "Hey, what'd you do that fo…" He followed Tifa's gaze to the backroom door, where Marluxia stood holding a long white cloth to his side, apparently covering something… or someone.
Marluxia cleared his throat. "Attention. Attention please." It seemed as though he would have clapped his hands for a better affect, but seeing both hands were occupied at the moment, he settle for tapping his foot a few times.
Larxene stepped out of the backroom from behind Marluxia and took a seat in the chair near one of the other hairdressers. She made a side comment to her, which was replied to with a nod and a cheerful smile.
Marluxia continued. "You all know the stunning Sora that walked in here earlier, right?"
Tidus snorted. "No duh."
Tifa elbowed him in the side.
"Well… I bet you guys didn't know the beauty that was hiding behind all that… erm… well, I'd like to say manly exterior, but—oof!" Marluxia grinned at the boy behind the curtain. "Just kidding, just kidding." He cleared his throat once more. "Anyway, there's a goddess under all that testosterone and today, I've uncovered her." He sucked in a deep breathe and, like a child on Christmas morning, squealed out: "Who wants to see?!"
Kairi's hand immediately shot up in the air.
Tifa chuckled at her excitement. Even Roxas laughed and patted her shoulder.
Tidus, however, stood there anxious and tense.
"Introducing… well, I thought about giving him a more feminine name, but Sora's a unisex name anyway. And I figured the less of a chance he can screw up the better." He smiled, proud of himself. "So, here's…" He dropped the white fabric. "Sora." He whispered.
Gasps echoed in the salon. Girls brought their hands up to their mouths. Larxene grinned and crossed her arms smugly over her chest, sliding down in her chair.
Tifa's eyes widened just a bit with shock, but with a happy sort of shock.
Kairi squealed in delight, face bright red and legs moving up and down in a hopping motion.
Roxas just stared at the sight, jaw wide open.
Tidus's reaction was the most different from everyone else's. His heart stopped and his lungs compacted. A slight hint of a blush swelled on his cheeks and his hands fisted.
Sora's facial expression wasn't exactly that of a regal queen; it was more of a twisted, sour look. But his overall appearance was amazing.
Sora wore a knee-high buttercup yellow dress with puffy sleeves. Lace lined the sleeves and the lower hem of the dress. Four smooth, round, glazed buttons made a row at the front, and each was buttoned up so delicately. You could see the soft round curves of what appeared to be breasts. The skirt was rounded, with two hand-sized pockets on both sides. Sora's legs were smooth and tan, obviously shaved, and two white flats enveloped his feet. On one ankle, there a woven silver and gold bracelet, while his right wrist had a white pearl bracelet around it. His nails were trimmed, but made very feminine with the pearl-white polish that lined each nail so perfectly.
All eyes traveled up to Sora's neck. Just below, his collar bones were well defined and, even though no breast line was visible, it made people really wonder. He wore no necklace, but it really wasn't needed—his smooth neck would only be dulled but a necklace or a choker.
Then his face. When Tidus saw, his breath hitched in his throat. Sora looked a lot like a girl. He was leaning forward without realizing it.
Sora wore little cover-up, since his skin was basically flawless as it was. His lashes were curled upward and dark. Dark brown liner curved up at the sides of his eyes, making him appear more feminine. Gold eye shadow covered his lids and a light champagne color shined just under his eyebrows. Both the eye shadow and the yellow color of the dress accentuated his glorious blue eyes. His lips had just a touch of peach lip gloss, causing them to look more plump than usual.
His hair was still spiked, but shorter…a lot shorter. It spiked a bit in the front, and a little in the back and on the sides, but the hair on top of his head was smoother and flatter.
Sora blushed at all the attention he was getting. He was really becoming quite uncomfortable with all the stares. He began crossing and uncrossing his legs, not liking the way they slid against each other due to the absence of his leg hair.
He felt… defiled.
But he noticed a mirror in the front of the room, and when he saw himself, he almost fell over. He looked... oh god. Wow was the only word available. He would date himself if he could, and he knew that sounded vain. He did not, however, like his hair too much, so he scrunched his face and looked away, missing his long, brown spikes.
Tidus was taken aback by his reaction to one of his best male friends. But he really did look like a girl. Very much like a girl. This wasn't really an awkward thought so much as a true one. Anyone would admit Sora looked great.
"Sora... you look…" He was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Beautiful!" Kairi skipped up to him and hugged him tightly. "You look amazing! Oh my god, Sora. You're prettier than ninety percent of the girls at school!"
Sora blushed even more, pushing her away gently. "Okay, jeez Kairi. It's only a costume."
Marluxia shook his head. "Nope, this is your identity for the next two weeks."
Tifa grinned and fluffed his sleeves. "You look really cute, kid."
He meant to retort, but she guided him to the couch by the door and interrupted his thoughts with more words. "Now. The rules of this game are simple, got it? You," She poked his chest and paused for a moment, blinking at the softness of the padded bra he wore. "Uh, you'll be doing this for two weeks. Meaning in order to keep everyone thinking you're of the female species, you have to do a few… things."
She sat up straight and put out one finger. "One, soften your voice a little. I don't mean go soprano, just make it softer, kind of like a girl's voice." A second finger. "Two, you'll need to learn to do your makeup and shave your… body hair, every day." She looked up at Kairi at the sight of Sora's pleading face. "I'm sure Kairi here'll help out when she can. Next, come here whenever you can and Marluxia will supply you with some clothes and accessories. Also, Larxene can give you some make up if you can't use your mom's."
Roxas piped in. "Sora doesn't live with his mom. He and Tidus and I share an apartment since we live so far from the college we're going to next year. His mom's on the other side of the island."
Tifa made a quiet 'oooh' look. "Well, then unless Tidus wants to share his makeup with you, I suggest you borrow some of Larxene's."
Tidus shot her a deadly glare.
"I've got plenty, just take what you need and keep it for future use." Larxene smirked.
Tifa laughed. "Anyway, there're two more things, and they're probably the most important. Do not tell anyone you're a guy— that's self explanatory, considering your challenge is to be a girl. So that means lead everyone on that you're a girl. Avoid talking with people who know you and know you're not a girl. If you meet someone, be a girl. I suggest you read up a little on how girls act, okay?"
Sora nodded slowly, regretting the last few hours of his life immensely.
"Good. And finally, since I know how guys' minds work, I'm sure you're planning on staying at home or wandering some dark alleys or something instead of being in public places where people can actually, you know, see you."
Sora blushed. He hadn't thought of that… but it seemed like a good idea.
"Well, that's not gonna work 'cause Sora, I have a surprise for you… While you, Marluxia, and Larxene were in the back getting ready, I made a phone call to the White Comet Café. And actually, they have a waitress job open."
Sora paled. His lungs seemed to tighten, cutting off his air. He almost choked on his own spit in attempt to swallow.
"You'll be working there for two weeks while pretending to be a girl."
She noticed how watery Sora's eyes were becoming. "Don't worry," She waved it off. "It'll be fun as long as you keep up with the act. And the manager knows all about this, so you won't be lying to her." She sighed and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and stretching her arms across the couch. "You're so lucky she owes me a favor. Otherwise you'd be working here in salon, and we have no fun jobs open. Trust me."
Her look was wicked and Sora had no other thought than to trust her wholeheartedly about that. And… He glanced at Marluxia, who arranged his bandana. He'd much rather work in a dump that with a possible child-molester.
Tifa slapped his thigh and stood up, stretching and groaning loudly. "Well, I'll be in the back." She tossed him a folded piece of paper. "Your work schedule's on there and my number too. Call me anytime you need something." She blew a kiss to Tidus, who blushed and looked away angrily.
Sora took a deep breath. He was now… a girl. When he got home he'd have to check in his pants just to make sure he wasn't one hundred percent female.
Kairi squealed and jumped into the seat next to him, embracing him. "Sora, you look so adorable! I didn't even recognize you!" She looked at his face, touching his hair, his dress, his bracelet. "You look so pretty." She leaned in. "If you go anywhere near the new guy, I swear I'll make you swallow the bra your wearing. And with that, she gave him a grin and excused herself from the salon.
Sora gulped. Kairi was in love with a new kid at their school, but since it was unlikely that they'd be seeing each other during spring break, Sora would definitely stay away.
Roxas crouched down in front of him and smiled. "Hey, you look like my ex."
Sora couldn't help the laughter. "Yeah, just don't get too attached." As everyone was complimenting him, he began getting more and more uncomfortable with the whole thing. According to his friends, he was pretty darn gorgeous. But… he didn't want to be a girl. Shifting, Sora drew his attention to Roxas.
"Don't worry, I won't be hitting on you anytime soon." He winked playfully. "By the way, I'll do that history paper if you last a week, okay?"
Sora's world suddenly brightened. "Seriously?"
Roxas laughed. "Yea—eah!"
Sora hugged him tightly, laughing all the while. "Thank you so much Roxas! You have no idea how much this means to me!"
Roxas flushed slightly, feeling like a girl was hugging him. Sora was thin, and his 'breasts' were pressing into Roxas's chest. He even smelled like a girl.
Sora moved away and sighed excitedly. He leaned back against the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Such a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. But a poking sensation on his chest made him blink and look down.
Tidus slapped Roxas's hand. "Roxas! What are you doing?!"
Roxas stopped pressing a finger onto Sora's bra and faced the other blonde boy. "Just looking. For a second there I thought they had a plastic surgeon in the back room." He chuckled.
Tidus made a face. "Right."
Roxas rolled his eyes. "I'm meeting Axel at the mall to study. Namine's coming too, and you know she hates it when I'm late."
Sora grinned. "Any idea who you're asking yet?"
His cheeks tinted a reddish color.
Tidus elbowed him in the arm suggestively. "You're such a player, man."
Roxas glared. "Me?"
"Just go, Namine'll kill you if you're late… again." Sora shooed him out of the salon.
Roxas scratched the back of his head. It was prom two weeks after they came back from their week-and-a-half long spring break, and Roxas had a choice between Axel and Namine. He liked both… a lot. And yeah, he was bi. And why not? Both genders were equally attractive. Sure, Sora was a little bothered by it at first when he told him, and Tidus avoided him for like ever, but it was all good now and being bisexual didn't frustrate him as much anymore. "Yeah, okay. Good luck Sora, I'll come visit you at work. Tell me when you're working later."
Tidus shifted a little himself when it was just him and Sora.
"So… what's the White Comet Café?" Sora inquired.
Tidus looked at him, surprised. "You really don't know?"
Sora felt dizzy suddenly. "Don't tell me it's some strip bar…"
Tidus's laughter broke Sora's tension. "No way, it's this… well, lovey-dovey, I guess, restaurant covered in pink, and white, and blue, and yellow—all those girly colors. The waitresses all wear these maid-like dresses and the guys wear totally gay tuxes. It's just your kinda place, Sora."
Sora's world went from bright to completely shattered. Shit. "You can't be… really? I mean… really really?
Tidus raised a brow. 'Really' about being his kind of place or being girly…? He took it as the latter. "Yeah. But lots of guys go there since so many hot girls work there. Some pretty cute ones go to eat there, too. I've been there a few times. Mostly on days I feel…" He laughed jokingly. "…lonely."
Sora dwelled on this. He stared down at his hands in his lap and tuned Tidus out. No way…
What had he gotten himself into?
A little OOC for some of the characters… like maybe Marluxia… but it was necessary. Really.
Anyway, it's not much, I suppose, but it was a lot of fun to write! I'm no expert on how these little transformations occur but I had fun guessing! :) And better yet, it might have put a smile on some reader's face out there!
So yeah, this is the last 'pseudo'-chapter, for lack of a better word. All the other ones will get straight to the plot, meaning Sora will finally meet Riku and the awkward love scenes will begin!
Yes, Roxas is bi. I'm not a big fan of the bi way of life, but hey, I didn't want to make it another one of those yaoi stories where everyone is gay. So in this one, Sora will be the only gay one…not counting Riku, of course… and Roxas is bi, Kairi is straight, as is Tidus. Oh wait, Marluxia's gay too, but just 'cause his hair is pink and he looks that way to me, lol.
Yeah, ignore that paragraph, I lost my mind writing it. :P
All who liked it, please review. Thank you!
- Dragon
