"Szayel!" Grimmjow screeched, crashing into the lab. Oh, shit, girl voice! Szayel looked up coolly.
"Nice to see you back again, Grimmjow," he said "Care to close the front of your shirt?" Grimmjow glanced down, only then realizing that his... Her boobs were out in the open. He... She yelped, for some reason embarrassed to be showing people that, and clutched at the ends of her jacket. It was queer how his... Her mid-length hair hung by her face in waves as she looked don.
"Szayel, what the fuck did you do to me?" she yelled accusingly, glaring daggers at the pinkie, who was now taller than he by jut a little bit.
"Clearly, Grimmjow, my potion turned you into a female," Szayel said matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses.
"When does it wear off?" Grimmjow demanded shrilly. Girl voice, girl voice, girl voice...
"I don't know," Szayel shrugged.
"WHAAAAT?" Grimmjow cried, smacking at the wall as she stared Szayel down.
"I said, I don't know," Szayel repeated calmly, rearranging specimens on one of his shelves. "That was why we were dispensing those potions; we needed guinea pigs to test them. I'm glad it worked."
"Shut up!" Grimmjow screamed. "Reverse it!"
"I don't have a way to," Szayel said. "There was the pink potion, but Aaroniero took it." Grimmjow blanched.
"So if I'd taken the pink one I would have been fine?" she asked. Oh, no shit.
"Not necessarily," Szayel said. "I'm still waiting to see what the extra dose of hormones will do to Aaroniero. It should be interesting." Grimmjow growled, taking a step forward. Both of her hands fell to her sides and balled into fists, her (way too long!) nails digging into her palms. She felt a draft across her front and immediately her hand flew to her jacket again.
"So you're telling me," she seethed, "that I am stucklikethis?"
"More or less," Szayel said, unperterbed. "Now, you should go see Hallibel. I'm sure there are female things you ought to know." Grimmjow's hand tightened on her jacket. Well, fine then, she thought. I'm sure that those pretty glass jars if someone slammed the door hard enough. Based on the sound of breaking glass and Szayel's pained cry, she would say she was right.
She frowned, looking left and right. Ah, shit, which way was Hallibel's room? Grimmjow blinked as she became aware of a tiny, odd reiatsu. At first she thought it was someone coming from farther down the hall, but when she turned around to see if she could see whoever it was she nearly jumped out of her skin at the weird thing that was standing right next to her. It looked at her weirdly. "What the fuck are you?" she said in disgust. She thought it was an arrancar... "Wait, are you one of Szayel's fraccion?" She'd heard that all of Szayel's fraccion were hollows he'd once experimented on, so that explained the strange little lump-thing. It didn't really have a shape... Wait, was Grimmjow musing? She grimaced.
"Yup, yup!" the little thing said, bouncing up and down like a kid on a sugar high. "You need help? Tootsie help you!" Grimmjow blinked, immediately seeing how she could use this. She put on a sweetly malicious smile.
"Yes," she said smoothly. "You know, I don't know which way to go."
"Really?" Tootsie asked excitedly, rolling around like a little dipshit. Grimmjow let her smile grow more predatory as she watched it. "Where you need? You need go where? Tootsie tell you!"
"I need to go to Hallibel-chan's room," Grimmjow cooed, her stomach turning a little at the way she'd referred to the Tetra even though she knew it made her seem less frightening to this ting. "You know, the Third Espada? I don't know how to get there from here."
"Tootsie know, Tootsie know!" Tootsie chirped. "You go down that hall! Then you down down little hall to left! Then you there!"
"Thank you, Tootsie," Grimmjow said, letting her face morph into a bloodthirsty battle-eagerness. "You were very helpful." She pounced even as Tootsie looked at her in confusion. That look, in fact, that face, was gone after Grimmjow thrust one hand forward and skewered Tootsie's head like she had Luppi's stomach. Blood spattered everywhere, streaking across her face as her eyes widened with her smile, her other hand coming up to punch a hole in the formless mound that was in front of her.
She kept pounding on that dead body, slowly becoming accustomed to her new arm reach. Bones crunched-who knew that thing had any?- under her knuckles, and she poured out her anger into her every punch. It felt damn good. She cackled, kicking the mutilated body one last time. She knew how unhappy Szayel would be to open his door and see that bloody mess; it would mean having to make a new fraccion, and ti was sure that would annoy the little pink-haired sonofabitch. She walked off, leaving bloody footprints behind her has she grabbed the flapping ends of her jacket to close them again.
When Hallibel opened the door, she seemed more unhappy with the evidence of Grimmjow's kill all over her body than the fact that said body was clearly female. Still, Hallibel stepped aside to let Grimmjow in. As the door closed behind the two, Hallibel said, "Szayel told me that someone would be coming to see me. I trust you haven't killed him."
"I didn't," Grimmjow said, looking around her. Hallibel had a large open room that led into her bedroom, with a table and a couch and two chairs. The ceiling was shaped like an egg top, and it felt weird. "I killed one of his fraccion. He deserved it." Hallibel just sighed.
"Well, there are some things on the table for you," Hallibel said. "Wait- I'll get them for you." Grimmjow scoffed. Of course, Hallibel didn't want her guest to trail blood through her white room. "There are some panties here that won't show through the gaps in your hokum, should you feel like wearing them. I also have some hair ties for your hair, again should you want them, some small most earrings with sharpened tips so you can pierce your ears yourself, and some shaving razors." Grimmjow took all of the items awkwardly. Panties? "Most women arrancar don't have shirts that will really allow them to wear bras and of course I wouldn't know what size you would be, so I didn't include one. Although you do appear to be about my size so should you feel uncomfortably bouncy you may borrow one of mine."
"Gee, thanks, Hallibel," Grimmjow rolled her eyes. Only then did she come to an awkward awareness of how big she was.
"Female arrancar do not have periods," Hallibel continued, ignoring Grimmjow's comment along with the bluenette's little shiver of disgust at the thought of a period, "so you needn't worry about that. Because of this you also cannot get pregnant, so should you engage in any activities you don't need to take precautions."
"Ew," Grimmjow said, imagining having sex the way she was right now. No way- she couldn't take being bottom, and besides, wouldn't that make her in some way gay?
"You can say that now," Hallibel said, "but as a male I understand you had quite the libido-"
"Oh, so my reputation precedes me," Grimmjow said proudly.
"-That isn't a good thing," Hallibel said. Grimmjow cocked a brow. Why not? "In any case, it may be difficult for you to suddenly abstain. Also, your hormones have changed. Szayel mentioned to me that you may need emotional guidance because of this."
"I don't need any 'emotional guidance,'" Grimmjow scoffed. "I'm just fine."
"I had a feeling that whoever took that potion would say as much," Hallibel said, "and so took the liberty to as Aizen-sama to make it an official order that you must see me once a agreed."
"What?" Grimmjow snapped.
"Yes," Hallibel said, as if hearing the internal NO WAY! that was going off in Grimmjow's head. "As a man, and due to your character, you have naturally kept your feelings from others and dealt with them yourself- usually pursuing them as anger in battle. But that is not as easy for a woman, and the newfound intensity of your emotions may catch you off guard. You will find that you cannot handle your feelings the way you have up until now. That is what I will be here for. The weekly meetings are mandatory, but you may come to see me whenever you feel you need. Everything said stays between the two of us, so you needn't worry about that either."
Grimmjow's lip curled. "Great. Perfect," she said sarcastically. "I'm going now." She turned around and stalked back across the trail she'd made toward the door. She hoped Hallibel had hell trying to get the blood out of her carpet.
"Do not attempt to harm any of my fraccion," Hallibel said calmly. "And Grimmjow- you may wish to close the front of your shirt." Grimmjow looked down; she'd forgotten that she'd let go of the cloth to hold all of the shit Hallibel had for her.
She growled and slammed the door.