Grimmjow panted as she was forced into the new uniform. It was still so strange having women's breasts, and even stranger to have two holes down there instead of one - good thing Nnoitra was a girl right now, too, or he would have most likely raped the Sexta by now, considering her looks. If she wanted, she could be a prostitute and get some huge bang for her buck - but right now she was trying to fit into Harribel's clothing, which wasn't turning out so good because, turns out, she was bigger than the blond in chest size.
''Good fucking God, Grimm, you're humongous!'' Szayel said from the other side of the wall - this comment was answered with a growl, followed by a gasp as the undershirt's strings were pulled way too tight.
''I hate having boobs,'' she gasped. Turning around and making Harribel fall backwards, she ripped off the undershirt and grabbed her personally made bra, put it on, then got her jacket that had transformed when she had - then she grabbed a pair of gloves, slipping them on so she wouldn't cut anything by accident with her new claws. Her hair was put into a ponytail soon after, since it was getting into her eyes so much.
She walked over to Szayel's changing room, knocking on the door to make sure it was safe to enter. She heard a muted grunt, then an 'Okay'. Turning the knob, she walked in and, with a screech, covered her eyes when she saw the revealing shirt that the other was in. It was worse then Harribel's, and it was one of those Hawaiin looking wrap-around things. It barely overed her chest.
''Oh God, Szay, put on a jacket or something!''
''Okay, okay, fine! There, happy now?'' Grimmjow opened her eyes - much better. Not preferable, but better than just a second ago. She now had on a jacket similar to her old one, when she was a guy, except it wasn't zipped up.
''Why would you wanna wear something like that?'' Grimmjow asked, walking over and sitting down on a nearby chair. Szayel scoffed.
''That was my bra, Grimmjow, not my shirt. I'm not a whore, unlike some people.''
''This is the only thing that'll fit over my gargantuan chest! I didn't ask to have the body of a Goddess, and I didn't ask to be a girl!'' Szayel raised her hands, backing up a little. Grimmjow had taken off one of her gloves in case the Octava said anything else to make her pissed enough.
''I wasn't talking about you!'' she said, and Grimmjow raised an eyebrow. ''I was talking about Nnoitra! She's making the guys pay to have sex with her!''
''It's called prostitution, Granz.'' Grimmjow put her glove back on, still fuming about this entire situation - they'd barely been like this for an hour, but it felt like an eternity to Grimm. Ugh. Grimm; that was her 'girl name' as the others said. Each one had one, and every time it was just a shortening of their guy names - Nnoitra was still Nnoitra, though, Szayel was Szay, Ulquiorra was Ulqui, and Grimmjow was Grimm. It was ridiculous, though, in her opinion. Why did they need different names?
There was a knock on the dressing room door. ''Is it safe to come in?'' Ulquiorra asked, and Szayel zipped up her jacket.
''Yeah, come on in,'' Grimmjow answered, looking away from the door in case Ulquiorra was wearing only a bra, too. But she wasn't - she was fully clothed, and her jacket was exactly the same as her others; covering everything but opening a little at the top. The door closed behind her as she walked in timidly.
''Are you guys having trouble adjusting to this too?''
Fuck yeah, Grimmjow thought, but simply nodded and looked down, folding her arms over her stomach. This was the shittiest thing that had ever happened to her, but she wasn't going to complain aloud - that would make her seem more like a girl, and she didn't want to lose her masculinity even though she was female at the moment. [A/N: That's a contradiction, Grimmy!]
Ulquiorra sighed, walking in and sitting down. Szayel finished getting dressed and joined them, leaning against the wall behind her since there weren't any seats left. Then Grimmjow's stomach clenched, and she let out a moan, holding it and rushing out to see Harribel.
She explained her situation, and the blond told her what was wrong - she was having her first period. She felt her masculinity drop down by a few points as Harribel told what would happen and what she needed to do - then she handed her a pack of pads that made Grimmjow blush so much she felt like a cherry.
After she walked out of the bathroom, she went back to Szayel's dressing room. They looked at her, awaiting an explanation. She grumbled something unintelligible, and Szayel frowned while Ulquiorra's mouth twitched at the corners - of course the bat had heard it.
''What did she say?'' Szayel asked. Ulquiorra explained it in her ear, and after a few seconds of proccessing it, she cracked up. Grimmjow took off her glove and put a clawed finger right into the pink-haired freak's face.
''You'll be laughing when it happens to you,'' she said with a growl, clawing a big gothic 6 into Szayel's cheek - then she turned and left as Szayel fainted. The big wussy.
Why does this always happen to me? Grimmjow thought as footsteps approached her - who was it now? Something tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned with tears in her eyes. Why was she crying? Nothing bad had happened to her, so why were the waterworks in overdrive?
It was Ulquiorra. ''Are you okay?'' she asked, and when Grimmjow shook her head, the Cuatro leaned forward and gave her a hug - a hug?! Since when did Ulquiorra dish out anything but pain and suffering?
She didn't know the answer to that, but she leaned forward and embraced the smaller figure, reveling in the warmth that came from her body.
The tears started again.
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Ulquiorra woke up in his bed, trying not to think about his most recent nightmare. As he did every morning, he walked to the bathroom and stripped down - but he almost had a heart-attack when he saw that his dream wasn't a dream after all.
He was a she for now.
''Damn,'' she muttered, climbing into the shower and trying not to look at herself. Why was this happening to them? To clear her mind, she started singing a song, attempting to wash herself off without looking - it didn't work, and eventually she had to look to rinse off the suds. She felt so perverted right now, but she reminded herself that this was her body for now.
After she was dressed, she walked into the main bedroom, laying down on her bed and staring at the ceiling before she decided to get on her laptop and do something. When she opened it, the 'new e-mail' message popped up on her screen. She clicked on it.
From:
To:
Ulquiorra: meet me in the main hallway at three. Thnx ~ Grimm
Huh. Why would Grimmjow want to meet her in the main hallway? Why not in the privacy of one of their rooms? Then it made sense - that way nothing bad could happen while they were alone. Especially since the male Espada could...
She shuddered, shoving that thought away. In her peripheral vision, she could see the time at the corner of the screen - it was only ten AM. Still five hours to go before she had to meet her in the hallway; and there was nothing to do.
She clicked on the Reply button, typing random things that had nothing to do with the previous e-mail: things like 'Why do you think this is happening to us?' and 'Do you think Aizen-sama planned all of this?'. By the time she was done, she had fifteen paragraphs that were fifteen rows long at the least.
Oh, boy, was this going to make the Sexta mad.
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Grimmjow looked over at her computer in amusement. Why was Ulquiorra e-mailing her? Never before had she replied to anything that she'd sent her - so why was she answering now, and should she text her or e-mail? She went with text, since she was faster that way.
She re-read the e-mail that was extremely long, taking up about five minutes. Afterwards, she took out her cell-phone and shuddered when she saw the background - it was her as a guy, without a shirt, examining the scar that Kurosaki Ichigo had given her. At the time, she'd thought it was a good picture - but now she realized how gruesome it actually was. Looking down at her stomach, she noticed that it was still there, just lighter in color and not so obvious. Then she returned to the task at hand - answering the monster e-mail.
Hell yeah i think this is on purpose, she typed. Did you see the creepy look he gave me after i took a drink of that weird ass tea? And plus he said he wouldnt start the meeting until i took a damn drink. So yeah i think its on purpose.
She pressed send, waiting for a reply. One came shortly after.
Why are you texting me instead of emailing me? T-T
Because its faster for me.
The conversation went on like that for a while, Ulquiorra using emoticons unneccessarily and making the Sexta angry. So she could show emotion through a phone, but she couldn't in real life? I see how it is, Grimmjow thought, switching to the computer keyboard.
To:
From:
OK, it's three now--meet me outside my door.
A few seconds later - Ulquiorra was obviously faster on the keyboard than he was with the phone buttons - she got a reply.
From:
To:
Why not my door?
Grimmjow's eye twitched. What the fuck did it matter? She stood up, walking down the hall and knocking on the door that had a big gothic 4 on it. Ulquiorra opened it and waved her inside, and she shook her head, making Ulquiorra frown the slightest bit - Grimmjow needed somewhere to run if this got out of hand. But unfortunately, the only options were A) Harribel - hell no - or B) Nnoitra - which got a FUCK no.
''What do you want, Sexta?''
''I think Aizen has the antidote.''
''Why do you assume this?''
''I think he's planning something out and - ''
''Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez, please report to the throne room. Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez to the throne room.''
''Dammit!'' she cursed, walking away with her hands in her pockets. This was beyond annoying, and frankly, she wanted to kiss the Cuatro before she left - that plan was ruined.
She kicked the door open, walking to the center of the room and looking up at the ceiling. Aizen smiled down at her.
''Here, drink this,'' he said, tossing it down and Grimmjow caught it reflexively. She frowned at it, sqeezing it a little.
''Last time I did that I turned into a girl,'' she said, popping off the top anyways and chugging it down in one gulp. Almost immediately she started feeling sick to her stomach. ''What the hell did I just drink?'' she demanded, swaying and leaning against the nearest wall.
''The antidote,'' Gin said from the shadows. ''The reason your stomach is hurting is because the elimination of your female organs has started happening. You'll be completely normal in about twelve hours. But until then, I suggest you go back to your room and wait until tomorrow to see anyone.''
She nodded weakly, sonidoing back to her room and locking the door as her stomach felt like it was ripping open. Her e-mail alert went off, and she moaned as she got up off the bed, making her abdomen hurt even more.
It was Ulquiorra.
From:
To:
What happened in there? Your spirit energy is indicating that you're in a lot of pain. Did they hurt you in any way?
A growl made it's way out of her throat.
To:
From:
Hell yeah I'm in pain! They gave me the antidote and it HURTS LIKE HELL!!! Why did you make me get up if you thought I was in pain?!
She didn't want to know the answer. Sleep made it's way slowly to her through the agony that she was going through, and she hoped when she woke up that it would be gone.
(*)(*)(*)
Grimmjow woke with a groan, standing up and looking at the reflection in the mirror - he was a he again, alright. His eyes glanced over to the clock on hsi laptop, and he saw what the time and date was; twelve PM, and it was the day before that he had taken that accursed antidote. But why did they give it to him instead of someone else?
There was a knock on his door. ''C'mon in,'' he said, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it off - it, too, was back to normal, just hanging on his shoulders.
Ulquiorra walked in, observing his body as if for the first time. ''I was supposed to inform you of the meeting that was to happen in an hour.'' Grimmjow blinked as he looked at her; was she always that good looking? His eye twitched as he felt the beginnings of an erection, and he pushed away the thoughts that had anything to do with her and sexual activities.
He walked over to the Cuatro, leaning down and meeting her lips with his.
What followed after, though, that's what's important.
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I think this is the longest chapter for a fanfiction that I've ever written! I worked on this one for two whole days!!! I think you can guess what's gonna happen, right? Review me and let me know what you think'll happen. Oh, and did I say to review? Well, I'll say it again - REVIEW!!! Three and I'll update it!