Disclaimer/Note: I do not own Pretty Face or any of the characters involved in this story. They belong to the manga's creator, Yasuhiro Kano, and no copyright infringement was intended. This story was written solely for the amusement of those choosing to read it, and no money was made from its creation. All original concepts used in this story are original (duh). Do not steal. This story takes place after the end of the manga, and contains some realism and spoilers for the series. Also, it is unbeta'd.

For Her

Rando had finally calmed down enough to talk things out rationally. Or, Dr. Manabe mentally corrected himself, at least as close to rationally as a young man like Rando was capable of being. They sat in the clinic, each nursing a mug of hot tea and looking at the floor. This really wasn't the way that Dr. Manabe had been hoping the decision would come about.

"So. . ." Rando began but drifted off into silence, shifting uncomfortably on one of the patient beds that he had scooted up to Dr. Manabe's desk. He sipped his tea to buy him some time to phrase what he wanted to say. Dr. Manabe did not look up. "What do we have to do now? I mean, to start?"

"I'm surprised you're so eager," the doctor replied wryly as he set his mug down on the desk. "A month ago you wouldn't even consider completing the surgery."

Rando glared at Dr. Manabe. "I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm doing this for Rina-chan. We have to make sure that I can't get found out and that we don't totally ruin things between Yuna and Rina-chan. So excuse me if I sound like I'm in a hurry to get this over with and go home."

Go home. Not that Rando had a real home. He only had Yuna's home, only the Kurimi family to go back to. Dr. Manabe finally looked up.

"Well, then, you're in luck."

"I am?" Rando sounded suspicious. Good. He should be, Dr. Manabe thought.

"Jinnai recently introduced me to a man selling lasers-" Dr. Manabe ignored the concerned look on Rando's pretty face and went on with only the slightest of pauses "-and I bought a few for the clinic. Brand new, very nice. A little, well, that is, how to say. . . experimental?"

"What on earth do we need lasers for?" Rando asked, putting his tea down as well. "I thought you said I needed surgery and drugs and stuff."

"Well, you do need that, too, but you said, 'what could we do right now' to get started and that's what we can start with," Dr. Manabe clarified in that way that didn't really make anything more clear. Rando stared at him blankly until he finally sighed and explained it in simpler terms: "Laser hair removal. We can start there, since it's something you so often complain about."

"Oh. Will it. . .hurt?"

"Only a little. Women get it done all the time. I've never done the procedure before, though. Does that worry you?"

Rando shrugged. "You're pretty good at what you do, Dr. Manabe; if you were going to kill me in this clinic, you would have done awhile ago."

Dr. Manabe found that kind of faith to be vaguely endearing. "Good. Let me look a few things up and I'll get the operating room ready for it."

"Dr. Manabe?" Rando asked as the older man stood from his seat. Dr. Manabe turned back to him expectantly. "What. . . what is the surgery? I mean I know what the end state is, but what do you have to do?"

Rando looked so confused, so scared, so adorably helpless and vulnerable with that face that Dr. Manabe briefly considered hugging the boy. But then he remembered that Rando could still put a fist through the his chest and refrained. Rando was only cute some of the time, after all. Dr. Manabe sat back down to go over the details with his patient.

"Rando, normally this procedure takes years and involves an awful lot more therapy than what we're working with. Since you already have Yuna-chan's face, and the full body reconstruction I did of you from the two years is feminine, there are only a few steps left. One is drug therapy. I gave you some while you were in a coma, but your body doesn't make its own estrogen. You have to go back on hormones, but I've been developing some new theories that I think will speed up the process. Usually, you'd end up on hormone therapy for the rest of your life. That shouldn't be the case with these new drugs I've been working on. They're untested, but should work."

Rando frowned dubiously at the word 'should.'

"The second, since you mentioned it, is to fix this growth spurt problem of yours. While the hormones should stunt you, I can't promise that they will stop the growing entirely. And it won't do anything for these extra inches you've gained. So we'll have to do a quick corrective surgery on your legs to bring you back down to size. I saw it in a movie once, and I'm pretty sure that it won't scar too badly."

Rando looked even more concerned at this.

"I'm kidding, Rando. You know how good I am at cosmetic surgery! There won't be any scarring at all. Then I'm going to give you breasts. Real ones, or at least, more real than Jinnai's model. And genital surgery. You're going to lose what you've got, Rando, and I'm going to -"

"Okay!" Rando interrupted, shaking his head. "I got that part. I know what happens there. What else?"

"Well, that'll make you a woman, Rando. A woman with no ovaries, but a woman none the less."

"So why are we starting with lasers?"

Dr. Manabe sighed. "Because I want you to sleep on the decision for a night but I understand your desire to get started. This is fairly harmless, and you'll be less hairy, therefore you'll see yourself as less manly and maybe calm down a bit more. And on the plus side, you won't be asking me to help you shave later. We'll start you on weekly treatments, and if you still want to go through with this, I'll start you on hormone therapy in the morning."

"I already know that this is what I want, Dr. Manabe."

Dr. Manabe gave him a dry, unamused look. "Humor me, Rando, please. You so rarely do."

He wondered if Rando had any idea what this finally stretch of treatment would cost him.

Rando was still determined when he woke up early the next morning. Determined, but certainly not motivated to begin this new stage of his life as Yuna. He put his school uniform on slowly and deliberately, touching his bare chest as he stood with his back to the door. While Rando had started to get used to the feeling of the model breasts he wore, he had never realized that there had always been something comforting about having his own chest beneath it. About those fake breasts not being his fake breasts. He felt the contours of his pectorals, which only yesterday he had lamented, now he thought of with a sad longing. He wouldn't have this chest anymore after a few months.

He sighed, put on his breasts and bra, and buttoned up his shirt. He needed to stop worrying about all this. This was for Rina. This was for his Rina and that made it okay. Rando didn't need pecs. He would be okay with breasts. Breasts wouldn't make him less Rando.

The loss of his other equipment, however, he feared might.

It was a very basic fear, castration. Granted, a part of him knew that this wasn't quite the same. And it wasn't even soon. Dr. Manabe had been surprisingly gently with him yesterday, and had made it pretty clear that that would be the very last thing they would do. First it was hair removal and drug therapy for several months. Rando wasn't sure how long 'several months' would really be, but he hoped that whatever Dr. Manabe had up his sleeve was as good as his facial reconstruction and he could start seeing results soon.

Rando brushed his blonde hair out of his face, and gave himself a final once-over in the mirror before heading for the door. He told Mrs. Kurimi on the way out that he had to head in early for class because he wanted to ask for some additional help from his English teacher, and hadn't woken Rina because he wanted to let her sleep in a little more. The story seemed to hold. Rando headed to the clinic.