Wow, I got this chapter out pretty quick. It's a bit shorter than I wanted it, but hey, just getting into the plot. I got so many good reviews, and for just one chapter! Glad you all liked it and hope you like this one, too.

"Usagi-chan, I really must protest," Luna nagged me for the millionth time in the past two minutes. Ugh, she can get so annoying sometimes. Well, more like all the time. 'Don't do this' or 'Don't do that' or 'Putting that in the microwave is a bad idea'. How was I supposed to know that you can't microwave canned ravioli? But, oh no, nobody cares what I know or not. One little accident, one, of making half the kitchen light on fire and you're branded for life.

"Come on, Luna, it's not like I'm gonna do anything illegal," I told her. Well, at least I think I'm not going to.

"Using your powers for your own personal tiff with Mamoru is completely despicable," she continued, despite my resistance.

"So I'm using my powers for a little revenge, big deal. I'm Sailor Moon, for goodness sake! I should get some kind of reward for all my hard work instead of being nagged all the time."

"Hard work? Are you serious? All you do is run away from any youma we come in contact with or cry until they get so aggravated that they can't think straight," she shot back coldly. I can't help it if those monsters are scary! As much as I cry, I've never lost a battle. Even if I needed someone's help most of the time.

"Whatever," I told her, waving my hand in the air dismissively. I think I've had enough nagging for one day. "At least they would go away."

"No, they'd get angry and attack you."

"Same, difference."

"Are you still going through with this charade? The last time you used the pen, you transformed into a homeless person so you would be able to get some extra money at the expense of poor, unknowing civilians."

"Well, I wanted that stuffed bunny at the mall…"

"You ended up in jail," she told me sternly.

"The lady wouldn't give me anything! How was I supposed to know she was the daughter of one of the richest men in Tokyo?"

"So you decided to attack her with your sack full of dirty socks? Hardly a necessary retort."

I laughed as I remembered that, saying, "Yeah, did you see the look on her face when that stray sock came flying at her head?"

"Usagi…"

"Okay, okay, I know. I learned my lesson. I'll never turn into a hobo again. Scout's honor." I held up two fingers in the air in a sort of salute, two crossed behind my back.

"You're not turning into anything unless it's senshi business. So just give me the pen, Usagi-chan," she said as she tried her best to jump from the bed and snatch the pen from my hand with her open mouth.

Swiftly, I moved the Luna Pen away from her reach, sticking my tongue out for a short second. Let's think… Should I transform into a martial arts master and kick his girl-teasing ass? Hmm, no, not good enough. I need something that'll not only hurt him physically, but will send him into the dark bowls of humiliation.

I got it! A huge grin formed on my face as I took a glance at the pink pen sent down from heaven, while Luna simply hung her head down in defeat.

"Just don't make too much a mess of things," she finally muttered. Ha, I win! Knew she couldn't hold out on her kitty rampage for long.

"I'll try not to," I said with a wink, Minako-style. Holding up the pen in the air for my transformation, I knew this was going to be one of the best days of my short young life.

Ugh, this was getting so annoying! That was the third guy that's whistled at me after I started walking down the street. Is it a crime to wear a mini-skirt? I don't think so! Okay, so maybe I should expect some kind of attention after transforming into a hot super-model, but come on! I wonder if the baka has to deal with stuff like this.

I couldn't believe my eyes after the transformation. I looked so different, it was weird. Tons of caked on make-up stained my face: eyeliner, shadow, and all. My uhhh… well, frontal region grew, along with my southern back region. My waist seemed to diminish in size, dipping downward to my now-wide hips. Then the stupid pen put me in this tight, lacey corset, not to mention heels. Heels. I could barely walk on the stable sidewalk in my normal, flat shoes, how am I expected to keep an even pace with two inches of height added to my feet?

When I strolled casually into the arcade (after tripping in these damn high heels about ten times), I spotted poor little Motoki standing there, wiping the counter down, as usual. I wonder if he uses the same rag all the time. I'd rather not know.

The boys, who were tapping so intently on the arcade buttons and glued to the game's monitor, rose their eyes to me, their mouths gaping open. What, have they never seen a girl before? Before I could get angry at their stares, I noticed Motoki's eyes weren't on the counter anymore, either. In fact, his hand, covered by the rag, seemed to stop in the half-circle it was making along the surface.

I took in a deep breath, knowing this performance would have to count.

"Hey, Motoki-onee-chan!" I greeted him cheerfully as I approached. It looked as if his words were stuck at the bottom of his throat.

"D-Do I know you?" he choked out. Motoki doesn't even recognize me? This is gonna be better than I thought! If Motoki doesn't know who I am, then Mamoru probably won't, either. Perfect.

"I've seen you in here before," I purred, slipping into one of the candy-apple red seats and casually crossing my legs. My moves must've worked; his face turned completely red, ear to ear.

"Um, excuse me for a minute…" he mumbled as he hurried into the back room. Poor guy, I didn't mean to fluster him. Hm, the baka should be here any minute now…

Just then I heard the familiar swooshing noise of the arcade doors. For some reason, I knew it was Mamoru, I have no idea how.

The jerk took a seat next to me, looking around for Motoki, who was already long gone.

Revenge: Round One.

"Hello Mamoru," I said in the same deepened voice, suppressing a giggle at the sound.

"Oh, hello… Do I know you?" he asked, looking confused. I guess this disguise worked better than I had hoped.

I faced the stupid jerkwad, glaring. "You don't remember me?"

"I don't think so…" He seemed to be searching his thoughts, but I wasn't sure why he looked so lost.

"Mamoru-chan, how could you forget me?" I asked, my tone going a bit deeper.

"You do look a little familiar…" he said warily, waiting for my reaction.

"That's right, of course I do! How could you forget that night we shared?"

His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as continued, "I know I might've not been as good in bed as other girls you've been with, but didn't it mean anything to you?"

My voice was becoming louder and louder by the second. I made sure others around us could hear. A few heads turned at the scene I was making with my supposed lover.

Think dramatic, Usagi.

"Umm…" he stuttered, unable to meld his thoughts into words.

"I knew it!" I exclaimed suddenly, slamming my hand against the polished counter. Inwardly I apologized to Motoki; he spent so long making it clean.

"You love Tonoki, don't you? I know you had a… well, a thing for him, but why did you have to sleep with him, too?"

His mouth dropped open. Let's see… What, no fangs? Hm, I guess my vampire theory was out. I guess I could return that wood stake.

Snickers spread across the arcade, followed by hushed whispers. He glanced around the large room frantically.

"Miss, I think you have the wrong person," he told me calmly, though his hands were beginning to shake.

"No, I have the right person, Mamoru Chiba! Don't pretend you don't recognize me!"

"I really think you do. I don't know any 'Tonoki'—"

"Tonoki was in love with you, he already told me! Don't deny it!"

"Miss—"

"I know you love him! … Oh no. You weren't—Were you?" I asked, with tears in my eyes. Ha, I'm getting really good at this acting thing.

"What?" he asked, not sure exactly how to follow my story.

"You were just using me to even see if you like girls, weren't you?"

"I—"

"Don't even bother explaining. Here's a little tip: Next time you lure someone in the bedroom, make sure you have some sort of idea how to please them."

His eyes were large, stunned, and still insanely blue. Before allowing him to slip in another word, I pushed myself off the stool and strolled away, heels clicking against the tile. In my head I concentrated very hard not to trip, not to ruin this glorious golden moment in Tsukino history.

After the two automatic doors closed silently behind me, I could've sworn I heard a torrent of laugher burst inside the arcade walls.

When I finally got into my room, sneaking past my parents and big-mouthed brother, I hopped onto my bed, legs crossed.

"Usagi-chan…" Luna said disapprovingly as she jumped beside me. Can't I get a moment to bask in my own glory?

"Don't worry, I'm done with using the Luna Pen for my own personal pleasure." I rolled my eyes.

She sighed in relief. "Good… but what exactly did you do?"

"Oh, just something I've been wanted to do for a long, long time," I told her, grinning evilly. "It doesn't have to do anything with you or the girls, so stop being such a worry wart."

"Tell me."

"Guess."

"I don't have time for these games, Usagi. Just tell me."

"Fine, geeze," I paused, wondering if the truth would be best. "I, well, went to the arcade and… errr, kinda yelled at Mamoru for uh… being gay, and using me to find out of he liked girls."

The corner of Luna's mouth twitched. I knew it; even the furball thought it was funny!

"That was a horrible thing to do," she attempted to make her voice sound as firm as possible, and failed.

"But it was funny."

"It was still horrible."

"… But it was funny."

She let out a long sigh, as if she was completely fed up with me. I've heard all this before. I don't need a broken record playing in my ear.

"You're hopeless."

"Hopelessly amazing."

"No, just hopeless."

I stuck my tongue out at her. "You're just jealous you could never concoct a brilliant plan like mine."

"Are you sure you didn't do anything else destructive that I should know about? Any burnt down houses or causes for general worldwide mass hysteria?" she questioned me, hiding that twitching grin thing that she does when she's trying not to laugh.

"Of course I'm sure! Can't you trust me for once?"

"No," she said as she sprang off the bed and scurried out of the window, going to God-knows-where. Don't even ask how I am or anything, no, just jump out of my two-story window without even so much as saying goodbye. See if I care when you come crying to me when you can't open your can of favorite tuna. Envy me and my opposable thumbs.

I pushed myself off the bed, adjusting the much too short mini-skirt again, tugging the fabric downward. Really, I have no idea how girls survive in these types of clothes. I'm not going to wait around to find out how much less I could breath with this corset pushed against my chest.

I grabbed the pen and held it steadily in the air. I closed my eyes, waiting for the de-transformation. I waited.

And waited.

"Okay, Usagi, just calm down," I told myself, unable to work up the courage to look at myself in the mirror. "Maybe I didn't really concentrate… Yeah, that's it! Now, lets try this again."

I did try again.

When I glanced down for the second time, the reality seeped into my brain.

Same skirt. Same waist. Same body.

In complete horror, I looked from the pen to the flesh this wretched stick had given me, my throat dry. It took me a minute to fully comprehend the situation, and finally I sank into the feeling of shock.

"Oh… my… God. I can't transform back!"