Ulquiorra stared down at his two newly formed boobs and poked at the left one. It was… soft. He poked at it again. It wobbled.

Oh my God.

He must be dreaming. There is no fucking way that this could be real. There is NO WAY that this could be happening. Ulquiorra gulped, and he slowly lifted his gaze from his breasts to look into the mirror. And to his horror, he saw someone else staring back at him. It was his reflection, but it was not him. But at the same time, it was him.

Ulquiorra reached out and touched the mirror. The person in the mirror reached out as well. Ulquiorra gulped. His reflection, no, he refused to believe that it was his reflection. The person in the mirror was like a mirror image of him. Except for a few differences. The person in the mirror had large emerald eyes like him but the eyelashes were longer. More noticeable. The face was more delicate and doll-like. The hair was exactly the same. The body was petite and obviously very female. The waist was tiny and the breasts were modest and perky. Ulquiorra turned around and looked back at the mirror over his shoulder, his eyes widening. It seemed that that person had a cute butt as well.

Almost fearfully, Ulquiorra squeezed his eyes shut and slowly pulled his pants open. When he opened his eyes, what he saw, or rather what he did not see nearly gave him a heart attack.

OMFG.

His little buddy was gone! Little Ulquiorra was gone! ULQUI-CHAN WAS GONE!!!

Where did it go??

Ulquiorra screamed.

Szayel must have heard Ulquiorra's screams because he suddenly came bursting into Ulquiorra's room without knocking. "Ulquiorra, I'm so sorry, please don't kill me but… HOLY SHIT………………!!!!"

At Szayel's sudden entrance, Ulquiorra had turned around, completely forgetting about covering up so Szayel got a full view of Ulquiorra's newly formed breasts, making the pink haired scientist shout in surprise and cover his eyes with his arm. Upon realizing that he had accidentally exposed himself to the Octava, Ulquiorra crossed his arms across his chest and screamed even harder.

What was happening to him? Ulquiorra could not understand. This must be a dream. A horrible, horrible dream. His world was spinning, spinning… There was no way that all of this could be real. This must be a nightmare. He must still be asleep. He…

Ulquiorra was hyperventilating and would have probably passed out on the floor at that very moment if Szayel had not reached out and slapped him right across the face.

Ulquiorra blinked, immediately coming to his senses. He touched his cheek. It did not hurt due to his thick hierro but it did shock him out of his hysterics. "Thank you," he said finally when he had calmed himself down. He may have looked calm, but he felt sick and badly wanted to puke.

"You're welcome." Szayel was breathing hard. Then, a pink blush appeared on his cheeks. "Urmmm." He shifted uncomfortably. "I think that you should wear something."

"Oh." Ulquiorra immediately turned crimson when he realized that he was not wearing a top. With Szayel having his back turned on Ulquiorra to give his superior some privacy, Ulquiorra pulled a top on. Once that was done, Ulquiorra sank to the ground, feeling helpless. He looked up at Szayel. "What is happening to me?" he said softly.

Szayel rubbed the side of his head, hoping against hope that his superior would not kill him after what he was going to reveal to the pale arrancar. "Well…" he began sheepishly.

"Ulquiorra-chan is late," Ichimaru observed.

Aizen placed his chin on the palm of his hand. He regarded all of the Espadas that were present with detached interest. He lifted an eyebrow. Ichimaru was right. His most obedient and loyal Espada was not present. This was highly unusual since Ulquiorra Schiffer was never late. If anything, he was either always on time or early. "And so he is," Aizen mused. He flicked his gaze over at Yammy. "Yammy, would you be as kind as to call Ulquiorra here? He may have forgotten about the meeting."

"Yes, Aizen-sama." Yammy stood up and bowed.

Yammy was about to turn and leave when Aizen spoke up once more. "Oh, and Yammy?"

"Aizen-sama?"

"Please check on who is making those screams and make sure he or she keeps quiet. I don't want any interruptions during the meeting. I have a very important announcement to make today."

"Yes, Aizen-sama." Yammy bowed once more.

Grimmjow watched as Yammy walked out of the meeting hall. For once he was actually on time for one of Aizen's meetings. He frowned.

Where was Ulquiorra?

Ulquiorra was hardly ever late for anything. The man was punctual and had a fixed and predictable routine. The only reason that Ulquiorra would be late for Aizen's meeting was if Ulquiorra was in trouble. Grimmjow's expression turned sour at the thought. What was so special about Aizen? Grimmjow did not like the thought of Ulquiorra being so loyal and dedicated to someone. But then Grimmjow's expression then turned to one of worry.

Ulquiorra would only miss Aizen's meeting if he was in trouble…

Grimmjow's heart clenched and he felt like he had stopped breathing.

Ulquiorra… Was he in trouble?

The teal haired arrancar shook his head. No. He should stop thinking about his superior so much. Besides, Ulquiorra was more than capable of taking care of himself. Grimmjow lowered his sapphire eyes to the table. It was not like the emerald eyed arrancar ever cared or even thought about him anyways. Normally, Grimmjow would not have given a shit about what others thought of him. He had always been a lone ranger. But this was Ulquiorra. And he just could not simply dismiss his raven haired superior. Especially since he had begun having dreams about the emerald eyed arrancar.

Grimmjow bit his bottom lip.

Yeah. That was right. He had begun having dreams about Ulquiorra Schiffer. And no, he was not talking about wet dreams, you pervs. In fact, he would have preferred having wet dreams about Ulquiorra Schiffer because at least then, then he would not have to confront Ulquiorra. He could have kept the dreams to himself. But the dreams he had been having about Ulquiorra were different. He would only see Ulquiorra Schiffer's image in his mind's eye. The more he ignored it, the more frequently they came. At first, the dreams only came once in awhile, but after some time, he began having the dreams every single time he was asleep. And soon, the only thing that occupied Grimmjow's mind was Ulquiorra Schiffer, and Ulquiorra Schiffer only.

Again, he would have greatly preferred having wet dreams about Ulquiorra Schiffer than the dreams that he had been having about the pale arrancar. Because, at least, at the very least, there would not be a need for him to confront Ulquiorra because the both of them, him and Grimmjow, may just be soul mates.

Yeah. You read that right.

There was a possibility that he, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques and his superior, Ulquiorra Schiffer, were soul mates.

Grimmjow leaned back against his chair and tried to calm himself down.

Dreams may not be significant to others, but to arrancars, they held a lot of significance. This was because if two arrancars had dreams of each other (not just normal dreams, but actually picturing the image of the other arrancar in their mind's eye), it meant that they were meant to be. Soul mates. However, there was a possibility that only one arrancar could be having a dream of another arrancar but the other arrancar did not. So, there was a 50 percent possibility that Ulquiorra Schiffer was his soul mate. The dreams would not go away unless the arrancars confront each other.

Grimmjow had tried numerous times to try speaking to the stoic arrancar, but it seemed that Ulquiorra did not want anything to do with the teal haired arrancar, making Grimmjow feel discouraged. Every time he came near Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra would turn his face away from him. If Grimmjow tried to talk to Ulquiorra, Ulquiorra would call him "trash" and leave it at that. Grimmjow had even tried cornering the pale arrancar but Ulquiorra always found a way to escape. Ulquiorra was not the Cuatro Espada for nothing.

And the fact that they were not on good terms in the first place probably did not help matters.

If only they did not hate each other.

No, if only Ulquiorra did not hate him in the first place. Otherwise, this whole matter would not have been so difficult. Everything would have been so much easier. Grimmjow had never hated Ulquiorra. In fact, from the first time he had known his pale superior, he had been trying to catch Ulquiorra's attention. But all of his attempts seemed fruitless. The only way so far that he had been able to get Ulquiorra's attention was by trying to strike a nerve in the pale arrancar. It was entertaining to see that doll-like face twist in anger or annoyance. Ulquiorra looked… adorable. The only problem with his method of trying to get Ulquiorra's attention was that it had made Ulquiorra hate him.

And when those dreams began, Grimmjow was mortified. For once, he was afraid to approach the emerald eyed arrancar. He was not afraid that Ulquiorra might just cero him for approaching him, but he was afraid of the rejection.

"Oi, Sexta." Nnoitra was grinning.

Grimmjow glared at the Quinta Espada, immediately pulled out of his thoughts. "What, Nnoitra?" he gritted out.

"Who do you suppose was the one screaming just now?"

"How the hell would I know?" Grimmjow responded rudely. He hated the Quinta Espada. The lanky arrancar had tried on more than one occasion to kill him.

Nnoitra leaned forward then. There was a lecherous look on his face. Grimmjow felt like punching that stupid face but knew that Nnoitra was more powerful than him so he kept his temper in check. Grimmjow may have hated Nnoitra, but he was not stupid either. Nnoitra licked his lips. "Those screams were coming from Ulquiorra's bedroom," Nnoitra stated plainly.

"…"

"And those screams sounded very… feminine."

Grimmjow tried keeping his cool and said calmly. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Nnoitra's grin, if possible, widened even further. "It means that Ulquiorra has a girl in his bedroom." He looked smug. "He must have been fucking her pretty roughly to make her scream like that."

"Shut the fuck up, Nnoitra!" Grimmjow growled, losing his patience.

However, this little outburst of the Sexta Espada's only made Nnoitra laugh. "You are so obvious, Sexta. I almost feel sorry for you. Almost." He leaned back in his chair, that infuriating grin still on his face. "Unrequited love is painful, isn't it, Sexta?" He was sneering now.

Grimmjow stiffened. Was he that obvious?

Clenching his fist, the Sexta Espada willed himself to calm down. It would not do to lose his temper with the Quinta. It would only end with his own death.

The teal haired arrancar was getting worried now.

Where on Earth was Ulquiorra? And what was he doing?

Ulquiorra had never felt like strangling a person before. But now, he did. He badly wanted to strangle Szayel. How on Earth could the pink haired scientist who claimed that he was perfect and that all of his creations were perfect as well, hence he never made any mistakes, make such a HORRENDOUS MISTAKE? Of all things Szayel could have accidentally mixed his pills up with, he had to mix them up with pills that could turn him into a girl???!

This was abominable! This was unacceptable! This was, this was…

"You are dead, Octava," Ulquiorra hissed, wrapping his slim fingers around Szayel's neck.

"I'm sorry, Ulquiorra! Really, I am! I-" Szayel held his hands up, trying to calm the furious Ulquiorra down.

Ulquiorra was about to jump up and tackle Szayel to the ground and aim a cero to his head to end the Octava's life when someone knocked on the door.

"OI! Ulquiorra-sama! Are you in there? Aizen-sama requests your presence for the meeting. Come on out right now!" came Yammy's voice.

At hearing Yammy's voice, Ulquiorra immediately loosened his grip on Szayel's neck. Gasping for air, Szayel moved as far away as possible from his pale superior. For once in his life, he was relieved that that clumsy idiot of an Espada, Yammy, had come. Szayel scrambled for the door for quickly, it took Ulquiorra a second or two to realize what the Octava was doing.

"Come back here!" Ulquiorra said but when Szayel opened the door, he fell silent.

"Oh, hello, Yammy!" Szayel rushed out of the room and closed the door shut. He knew that Ulquiorra would not follow him. The Cuatro Espada was far too embarrassed to let anyone else see him. Besides, Ulquiorra needed some time to cool down and think. "Ulquiorra is not available at the moment," Szayel breathed, pressing his back against the Cuatro's white door.

Yammy raised an eyebrow. He leaned down so that he was eye to eye with the pink haired Espada. "I may not be as smart as you, Grantz, but I am not stupid. You were inside his room just now. There is no way you could be in there without him letting you in. So get out of the way so that I can get Ulquiorra-sama." He attempted to push Szayel aside so that he could twist the door knob open.

"No!" Szayel shrieked, panicked. He pressed his back against the door harder, completely denying Yammy entrance. Maybe Ulquiorra would be less likely to kill him if he saved his pale superior. "You… you can't go in!"

Yammy drew back, a displeased look on his face. "Oh? And why not?"

"Because… Because…" Szayel wracked his brains. Come on, come on, brain, think of something! You have never failed me before this, so don't fail me now! "Oh, umm… Because Ulquiorra is sick now!" Szayel invented.

"Really?" Yammy knitted his orange eyebrows together.

"Yes!" Szayel said quickly. "And, and… I need to see Aizen-sama concerning Ulquiorra's health. It is quite urgent!"

"Ulquiorra-sama is sick? Okay. I'll let you report to him, then."

Szayel sighed in relief. He thanked God that Yammy was stupid.

There was a moment of silence until Yammy finally spoke up once more;

"But since he is sick, can I see him, please?"

Amber eyes widened. Damn! He had completely forgotten about Yammy's admiration and loyalty towards the Cuatro Espada. "No!" he shouted. At the surprised look on Yammy's face, Szayel said in a much lower voice, "Ulquiorra is very contagious at the moment. It is not advisable for you to see him. He is only allowing me and Aizen in."

"Oh." Yammy looked crestfallen. "Okay then. Let's go see Aizen-sama now."

Grimmjow was surprised to see that instead of seeing Yammy walking into the meeting hall with Ulquiorra Schiffer in tow, he saw Yammy walking in with Szayel Aporro Grantz, the creepiest Espada of all Hueco Mundo. He had never paid the pink haired Espada any mind but he paid close attention when Szayel went up to Aizen and heard Ulquiorra's name pass Szayel's lips.

"Aizen-sama." Szayel bowed before Aizen. "I need you to come immediately to the Cuatro Espada's room. Ulquiorra Schiffer is not… feeling himself."

The teal haired arrancar felt like he had stopped breathing altogether. An Espada requesting Aizen's presence was unheard of. What on Earth had happened to Ulquiorra that it was so urgent that he had to ask Aizen for help?

He saw that Aizen looked intrigued and then the brown haired man nodded. "I see. Let's go, Gin." He got up and walked out of the meeting hall.

"Oh!" said Ichimaru excitedly, trailing behind Sousuke Aizen. "Looks like we are finally going to have some fun around here!"

What is going on?

Grimmjow had a bad feeling about this.

Ulquiorra sat back down on his bed and sighed. His anger towards Szayel was slowly disappearing. He knew that it did not do to get angry with the pink haired Espada. After all, it was an accident, no matter how infuriating it was. And also, if he had killed Szayel, that would mean he would have to say good bye to his chances of returning back to normal again. Szayel was the smartest arrancar in the whole of Hueco Mundo. And he was also the one that had created the damned pills. So it would only be common sense that Szayel would be the only one who would be able to create a pill that could turn him back to normal.

The emerald eyed arrancar buried his face in his small white hands.

Why was this happening to him?

Of all times for this to happen. And he was just about to confront Grimmjow… He bit his bottom lip, tears beginning to form in his emerald orbs.

What if he was going to be stuck this way forever? Stuck in this confounded female body?

He just could not bear the thought. He did not want to be a girl. He did not, he did not…

"I've never seen you so down before, Ulquiorra," came his superior, Aizen-sama's all too familiar voice.

"Aizen-sama!" Ulquiorra gasped, lifting his head up from his hands and standing up, gazing at his superior with wide eyes. He had not expected to see his superior here. But he supposed that it was common sense to have Aizen-sama come here. Szayel must have called him. Trust Szayel to be smart enough to come up with that.

When Aizen saw what had happened to his most obedient Espada, he was shocked. He lifted his brown eyebrows and nearly took a step back. Ulquiorra had turned into a… girl? He knew that Szayel had said that Ulquiorra was not feeling himself, but Aizen certainly did not expect this. "Ulquiorra…?" he said, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. "You are a girl?"

"What what? I want to see!" Ichimaru's face popped up over Aizen's shoulder, his trademark grin forever present. Upon seeing Ulquiorra's condition, Ichimaru did not look surprised at all. In fact, the grin on his face widened. "Eh? I don't see any difference at all, Ulquiorra-chan!"

Ulquiorra wanted Ichimaru to spontaneously combust at the spot.

Seeing the anger burning in emerald eyes, Szayel stepped in. "Aizen-sama! What should we do about Ulquiorra's condition?"

It took a moment or two for what Szayel had said to finally sink into Aizen's mind. When it did, the brown haired ex-shinigami blinked once, twice, and then a third time.

"Well?" Szayel pressed.

Ulquiorra looked up at Aizen helplessly. He hoped that Aizen could think of some way to solve this problem quickly. Once the initial shock of seeing Ulquiorra's appearance had subsided, Aizen cleared his throat.

"Well, Ulquiorra…" said Aizen, his usual calm composure back. "Due to your… unusual condition, I would say that it is best to keep this a secret until we can find a way to get you back to normal." He raised an eyebrow at the emerald eyed arrancar. "Unless you don't mind having people know about your condition?"

At the horrified look on Ulquiorra's face, Aizen said briskly, "I thought so." He smiled. Damn, it was hard to keep a straight face. It was extremely disturbing to see that Ulquiorra made an extremely attractive female. "So we shall keep this a secret. The only people who will know about this are the people in this room" He gestured at Ichimaru and Szayel. The former shinigami gave a particularly hard look at Ichimaru. "Do we have an understanding?"

"Aww…" Ichimaru looked disappointed. "You are no fun…" At the look on Aizen's face, Ichimaru said hastily, "Yes, yes. I understand."

"Oh, thank you, Aizen-sama!" Ulquiorra was relieved. He did not want it to go around that he had miraculously sprouted breasts overnight. Not only would he have been ridiculed, Nnoitra, the horniest arrancar in the whole of Hueco Mundo, would have groped at him like there was no tomorrow.

"However, I want you to carry on with your duties as usual."

What? Did Ulquiorra just hear that right?

"Excuse me, Aizen-sama?" Ulquiorra spluttered.

Looking as calm as ever, Aizen said, "As I have said before, you are to carry on with your duties as usual. You can't expect me to let you stay in this room until you turn back to normal? It could take months for Szayel here to come up with a cure for your condition."

Well, Ulquiorra hated to say it, but Aizen was right. He could not stay in this room forever.

When Ulquiorra continued looking at his superior with a stupefied expression on his pale face, Szayel interjected, as though reading exactly what was on his mind; "How is he supposed to keep this a secret if he continues to carry on with his duties as usual?"

"I will introduce you to the rest of the Espada as the newest Cuatro Espada. And that the former Cuatro Espada, Ulquiorra Schiffer, is currently away at the moment. I will tell them that you are to act as Ulquiorra's substitute until he returns," Aizen said after a moment's thought. He smiled gently. "You-" he pointed at Ulquiorra "- have to think up of a new name. That new name will be your new identity."

At first, Ulquiorra wanted to protest. There was no way that he could fool the rest of the Espada into thinking that he was NOT Ulquiorra Schiffer, but then again, who would have thought that Ulquiorra had turned into a female? No one. They would have just thought that he was a female that looked like Ulquiorra Schiffer. They would have just thought that it was a mere coincidence. It was, after all, possible for two people of different genders to look alike, right? The plan was so simple, yet so ingenious. There was no way anyone would have suspected him to really be Ulquiorra.

"Well? What will your female name be, Ulquiorra?" the brown haired shinigami said, bringing the emerald eyed Espada out of his thoughts.

Ulquiorra placed a finger to his chin and thought. Finally, he said, "Kiorra."

Ichimaru made a face. "That name sucks. Can't you think of something more creative?"

The slender arrancar glowered at him.

The brown haired ex-shinigami waved a hand dismissively at Ichimaru Gin. "It will have to do. I think I can come up with a suitable story to go with your name, Ulquiorra." He paused. "I will have Szayel work on a cure for you immediately." Aizen turned his back on his emerald eyed subordinate. "I will let you get ready. Once you are ready, Ulquiorra, come to the Meeting Hall immediately."

"I will. Thank you, Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra bowed. He may have just had a complete gender change but he still remembered how to behave in front of his superior.

"I still say that that name sucks," Ichimaru muttered under his breath. "Can't you think of something better, Ulqui-chan?"

Ulquiorra coloured when he heard Ichimaru say the word "Ulqui-chan". He had thought that the silver haired former shinigami was referring to something else (ahem ahem) but then he realized that Ichimaru was referring to him.

"I'm back…!" Szayel announced. Apparently, the pink haired scientist had disappeared from the room during Ulquiorra's discussion with Aizen and had gone to his laboratory to pick up some things. His arms were laden with items that looked suspiciously like… Frankly, Ulquiorra did not want to know. He had a bad feeling that those items had something to do with his condition.

Oh, how right he was.

"Here you go!" Szayel shoved the items into Ulquiorra's arms. "You will be needing these!"

The bad feeling that Ulquiorra had was only elevated when the grin on Ichimaru's face widened.

Ulquiorra looked at the items in his arms. He knew what some of them were. There were a few panties (and thongs. This made Ulquiorra colour) and some feminine wash. He picked up one item that looked foreign to him and held it in front of his face. It seemed to be some sort of article of clothing made to look like two bowls joined together with some straps on it. He examined it with his fingers. They were padded. He did not know what this thing was, but it looked safe enough. The only other thing that he saw that resembled anything like this in the human world was… "Earmuffs?" Ulquiorra said. "Why would I need earmuffs for?"

Szayel looked at Ulquiorra incredulously. "You don't know?" he said in disbelief.

Ichimaru sniggered.

At the blank look on Ulquiorra's face, Szayel said, "That's a brassiere. A bra, for short."

Another blank stare.

Turning pink, Szayel said as calmly as he could without stuttering, "It's for…" He pointed at Ulquiorra's newly formed boobies. "Holding those two up."

He should have known that thinking this thing had nothing to do with his condition was merely wishful thinking.

"Oh." Then Ulquiorra held another item up, and asked another question, almost dreading the answer, "And what's this for?" It was square and wrapped in plastic.

Szayel looked at Ulquiorra strangely. "That's a pad. For when you have your menstruation."

A blink.

"Excuse me?"

"It's for when you have your period," Szayel repeated, making Ulquiorra want to die at that very spot.

After Szayel had explained to a very traumatized Ulquiorra what menstruation was, Ulquiorra found himself in the bathroom. He had decided to get ready for the meeting. Szayel was outside waiting for him, along with Ichimaru. Aizen had ordered them to accompany him to the Meeting Hall for his "entrance". Ulquiorra groaned inwardly, suddenly feeling sick. He had no idea that females went through all of this shit for the sake of reproduction. This was ridiculous. And he definitely did not feel like going to the meeting.

Once he had taken his top off, Ulquiorra examined himself in the mirror.

No matter how many times you look in the mirror, you will see the same thing.

Ulquiorra sighed.

Perhaps somewhere inside him he was still hoping that all of this was all a bad dream. However, he knew in the back of his mind that that this was real and that there was no way he would turn back to normal without Szayel coming up with a cure.

The emerald eyed Espada looked over at the bra lying by the sink. He supposed that he would have to start practicing to learn how to wear that damned contraption. Szayel had explained to him very clearly how to put the thing on. He picked it up. How hard could it be?

When he passed by the bathroom mirror, Ulquiorra noticed something that made him stop and stare in horror for the second time that day.

Oh God, no. Oh God, please let this not be real.

Because right there at the back of his pants was a huge red stain. By the looks of it and from what the Octava had explained to him on the subject, it could only mean one thing; Ulquiorra had gotten his first period.

A/N: Due to assignments and finals coming up in July, updates may be slower than usual. Sorry. And oh yeah, I have signed up as a Beta Reader. I'm obviously the worst person to be a Beta Reader. X) I hope you like this chapter. I've tried to write it the best I can. Reviews are appreciated.

PS: Don't take this fic too literally. It is called Just Like A Girl for a reason. So Ulquiorra will experience everything a girl has to go through. Warts and all. And it's a fanfiction. So, yeah. It means that I can write whatever I want.