Chapter two of part one: Last day of the dude. I like my eggs fried with cheese and bacon on a roll.

"Ping."

Sora woke up first, his clothes were sweaty and clung to his skin. Roxas was still snuggled against him, but the temperature shift made him uncomfortable. Sora released himself from Roxas' grip.

He wiped the drool off his chin, and glanced at his computer screen. He'd left it on all night.

'Crap…' He ran a hand through his hair. "Huh? Oh, it's still straight back there…"

He quietly slumped over to the computer to turn it off, when he noticed the mail icon flashing. Curious, he clicked it. Two more E-mails from Twilight Academy.

'Mr. Roxas Hoshino, your schedule and uniform will be delivered by 8/22/year of the apple. To make any corrections or ask any questions E-mail Dean Cid (my pc turned this into a hyperlink, and I nearly busted out laughing)

Sora closed the E-mail and opened the next one.

'Ms. Sora Hoshino, thank you for applying to Twilight Academy for late admission. Your essay and information is being processed, and a answer should arrive in twenty four hours.'

'Twenty four…'Sora read the bottom of the e-mail, 'This came twenty minutes after I applied! That means I've got…' He looked at the time. 'Fifteen hours left?'

Roxas woke up an hour later, to the smell of a hot breakfast and the sound of daytime television. He sat down at the table. "Ooh, Pancakes and Omelets…someone's in a good mood today."

Sora scraped the pan and put it in the sink. He sat down across from his brother. "Twilight accepted my admission. They're gonna give me an answer later."

Fifteen hours later.

Sora woke up to the sound of 'you got mail'. He slinked over to the computer and clicked the mail box, and then…. "Roxas! Roxas! I got into the academy Roxas!"

Roxas paused his guitarbandrock hero game. "WHHHAAAAT?! Seriously!?"

"Yeah! They said the uniform would arrive when yours did."

"That's awesome! Wait…"

"What?"

"Doesn't that mean you'll have to go through with the 'girl' thing?"

"Oh yeah….crap. What if I explain I'm a tomboy and wear pants?"

"Wait, have you seen the girl uniform?"

"Yeah. It's a pink dress with a pink ribbon, with a pink plaid skirt with pink la-OH MY GOD!"

"This is going to be a problem…"

Sora thought about it for a moment. "No, I think I can do it…"

Roxas blinked. "Seriously?"

"Yeah…it can't be that hard right? All I gotta do is keep my hair straight, and wear a dress…."

"And learn not to talk with your mouth full, and cross your legs, and disguise your voice…and go in the girl's bathroom." Roxas added.

Sora sat down. "Oh man. This is going to be painful."

"Don't worry." Roxas said smiling, "We've got the next few days to turn you into a girl. We'll do some research."

"And by research, you mean…?"

"Manga, Wifetime, and talk shows."

"This is like fifty kinds of wrongness."

Sora spent the next few hours playing video games, watching viral videos online, making sandwiches out of everything he could find in the fridge, and whatever he thought girls didn't do. The next day was devoted to his transformation, and he honestly wasn't looking forward to it.

Day one: The trial begins

"Okay, we've been watching this stuff for a few hours now." Roxas turned off the television. "Let's see your walk."

Sora stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Bzzt! Wrong." Roxas said. "Try again."

Sora raised an eyebrow. "What? What was wrong with it?"

"You're slouching. And your hips are supposed to swing back and forth."

"What? I thought that lady was doing that because she was fat."

"No, no. Now try again."

Sora huffed and started again, trying to do it like the women on television.

"Okay. That's better. Now sit down."

Sora plopped on the couch.

"Arrgh! Wrong again."

"What?! I didn't do anything!"

"You're supposed to look around subconsciously, like you're unsure you should sit there. Then you smooth your 'imaginary' skirt under and sit slowly."

"That takes forever! Why don't girls just sit?"

"Because they want you to notice. Or maybe they don't want to mess up their clothes, I wouldn't know."

Sora tried sitting down again. "Look, I'm moving in slow motion."

"Cool." Roxas gestured at the food.

Sora picked up a piece of pizza, ready to shove it in his mouth.

"Hey! Hey! Small bites! Don't wolf it down! And pat the oil off it first, like you care about your weight."

"This is so…" He patted of the oil with a napkin, and bit the pizza, chewing slowly. "Mm…Slow motion eating…"

"Don't talk with food in your mouth Sora."

Sora nodded and swallowed the slice whole.

Roxas scratched his head. "Arrgh…Forget it, just be a tomboy."

Sora beamed. "Yes!"

"But you still have to disguise your voice, and cross your legs every now and then."

"Okay…" He was about to wipe the oil on his shirt, "Now, wha-"

"Use a napkin!"

"Oh…my bad."

"……… Have some soda."

Sora picked up the bottle.

"Pour it into a cup. Then drink it."

"Okay, okay." Sora sipped the soda.

"Good, good." Roxas flipped his cell phone open. "I think we need to call in an expert."

Sora nearly wiped the oil on his shirt again and stopped himself. "Who?"

"Yuffie-chan…and maybe Aerith."

"What?! Yuffie tries to hook me up with guys as it is. And Aerith?!"

"They're girls Sora. If we're going to do this…"

"Okay. But, if we tell them, they're gonna talk to-"

"Yeah. But if you think about it, he's going to find out at some point."

"Well yeah, we'll see him at school. But I'm afraid that he might…just maybe…"

"No Sora. I think we talk to Dad more than he does."

Sora leaned back on the couch. Then he sat upright again, and fixed his hair like he'd been told to.. "Alright, tell them to come over…"

An hour later, Yuffie and Aerith were on their doorstep.

"Hi guys!" Yuffie said as the two entered the house. "Sora! You finally came outta the closet?!"

"Please stop saying that Yuffie…"

"Oh Sora….Your hair looks so cute." Aerith said, smiling.

Sora blushed. "Thank you."

"I brought some clothes that might suit you." She said holding up two shopping bags. "Your friends will probably want to see you outside of school."

Yuffie held up a walkartgreensmart bag. "I got you some hair accessories to keep up your look." she smiled. "How do you feel about hot pink highlights?"

Sora paled. "Well I don't know. This is really taking a toll on me. The guy in me wants to barf but the new girl part of my brain says it'll go great with my uniform."

They all entered the living room. Sora sighed as he was pushed into the bathroom with different outfits, forced into painful shoes and made to walk around the room, and picked the gloss that went the best with his lips.

'It's going to be a long four years.' He thought. 'A long. Painful, pink, plaid, skateboard-less, frilly four years.'

End of chapter two.

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