"My body feels really fucking short." Prussia said looking down at his tiny feet and wiggling his toes in the flip flops he was borrowing. "Like you could never knock me over!"

"Your center of gravity is different now." Arthur said looking up from the book he was reading. "Women are centered in their hips where men are in their chests. This lower point is what's making you feel steadier."

Prussia made a hum noise before rocking on his feet as if to test it out. "Please sit down you are going to were yourself out again." Arthur sighed in exasperation. Prussia scowled but dropped himself down into a seat and looked out the train window.

Before he had left Arthurs house he had suddenly gotten weak kneed and light headed. Arthur and Scotland had been great much to Prussia's embarrassment. They sat him down on the couch gave him juice and snack and wrapped him in a blanket he was sure the Englishmen had crocheted. Arthur then lectured him on eating a health breakfast.

"I wasn't hungry." Gilbert insisted.

"It doesn't matter your new body needs food more often than your old one." Arthur said shaking his head.

"Why? Wont that just make me fat?" Gilbert asked. "I don't want to change back if and be the size of a house."

"Yar male body can afford not to eat sometimes because it is larger and has more to burn. Yar just a wee lass in this form. Yar body has nothing to burn without making ya sick." Scotland explained.

"Now you can't go eating like you used to. Your stomach has shrunk you will make yourself sick. You need to eat little snacks and small meals throughout the day." Prussia had rolled his eyes but hated to admit he felt better after the small but of food. He didn't want to think about all that stuff though all he wanted to do was get home and see how pleased his boys would be.

"Are you sure you can make it from here?" Arthur asked as the train stopped and people started to get off.

"I've got this Iggy relax." Gilbert said waving him off. "I'm not an invalid I'm just a woman."

Arthur sighed and nodded. "Alright. But do call if anything doesn't seem right, Prussia."

"Yes mother." He said in his new high pitched voice giggling before quickly exiting the train as the doors beeped in protest.

Arthur could be such a worry wart. He thought hiking up his pants as he kept walking before pausing looking at his reflecting in a shop window. His tee-shirt was baggy on his frame now and his new breasts sagged without support. His jeans sat funny on his hips and the cuffs were rolled up six times so them came just below his knees. "Ma'am…can we help you?" A smartly dressed woman asked pocking her head outside the store. Gilbert blinked before focusing what was beyond the glass. Lingerie. Well this was convenient.

"Ya I need something that will make these puppys get up and say hey look at me." Gilbert said placing a hand on his hip motioning to his boobs with his other one. The sales lady blinked before giggling softly. "How about you come in?" She said looking around at the people who were looking at them funny. "I'm sure we could help you."

Almost an hour later Gilbert was walking out feeling totally violated. He had never had so many people staring and touching and fluffing and pushing his boobs up and pushing them together until they found the perfect little outfit. Then when was about to leave and all the ladies were chuckling at his red face he just had to tell them that he had never done that before and they flew into a tizzy forcing him to buy a matching bra and pant set before he left the store. Grant it his tits felt awesome being rubbed through the lacy material but he constantly felt like he had a wedgy with the thong.

The sales ladies asked him if he had a big night or something and that's why he was going shopping. He replied, with a new shy smile he was finding worked wonders to get people to help you anywhere, that yes he was hoping it would be special.

They asked him what he was doing with his makeup and hair and he froze. Well shit he hadn't thought about that. He said as much and they fell into a fit of giggles again and told him about this 'darling place she just had to go to' that would fix her right up.

That was how Gilbert ended up at Tangled Spa getting a whole new view of women. The hairdresser there swept Gilbert up in a flurry of motion as soon as he was in the door just in love with his hair. When Gilbert asked what he wanted done he just shrugged. "I want it to say fuck me."

"Oh you little vixen you. We will get you cleaned up in no time." The flamboyant little man said pushing Gilbert down into a chair.

Within minutes Gilbert was having hair ripped off his body in places he hadn't known he'd even need to rip the hair off. Eye brows, arm pits, legs. They tried to get at his brand new little V as he was coming to call it and he squealed like girl begging for mercy. They settled for trimming the coarse silver hair making things a little tidier as he hadn't shaved down south in a few days. Nails done, toes to his whole body lotioned with shit that made his skin shimmer.

By the time he fled from there he looked stunning with his hair shining in beautiful waves, his face covered in a subtle layer of makeup and his body hurting like a bitch after the torture he just put it through.

If his boys didn't like this gift he was going to kill someone.

Gilbert started to walk towards home only to get dizzy twice having to sit on the curb to clear his head. He wasn't sure what was wrong. He walked home from town all the time, but today his new smaller muscles were protesting at being pushed so hard. The second time a man caught him a cab and helped him into it patting his arm telling him to go straight home. Gilbert wanted to rip the man's arm off but his head was still swimming when the door swung closed and the cabbie started to drive.

Once at the house Gilbert got out with a huff rushing to the safety of his lovers shared home. They all agreed to share Spain's house at some point in their relationship because he was the only one who didn't already share a house with someone. Gilbert would never say it aloud but he loved living in Spain. The weather, the beach. The tomato garden out back. It was all perfect.

Gilbert sighed walking into the kitchen and pouring a glass of wine. The boys would be home soon. They had had a joint meeting today and had carpooled.

Gilbert finished his glass quickly rinsing it and setting it in the sink before walking upstairs to their room. He stripped down hastily trying not to think too hard on what he was doing as he slid thigh highs up his legs. The woman at the store showed him how and he made sure the line in the back was straight before pulling on the black lace chemise he had bought shimmying it on fixing his boobs so they pooled over into creamy perfection sitting high up on his chest. The bar cups dipped so low they barely covered his nipples and the bottom of the see through lace just covered his ass. Gilbert kicked the bags under the bed just as he heard the front door open and his lovers voice fill the house. Romano was chuckling which was always a good sign when he heard them walking up the stairs.

Gilbert shot a look at the bed. Should he lay in it? Was standing better so they could see the whole package? Shit he should have bought heels or something he thought eyeing his hose covered toes before the door opened and he looked up biting his lip.

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