You know, if it weren't for the unusual weight on top of her chest Grimmjow might've forgotten what happened. But, since that weight was very uncomfortably there, when she woke up she knew precisely the situation she was in. She growled a little, her eyes still closed. Well, this was just shit. Total shit. Because of fucking Aizen. Grimmjow went from a he to a she and had to stay that way for who-knows-how-long. And, she had to go see that bastard for the meeting in...she checked the clock by her bed- and hour. Great. Who wouldn't thought that Szayel would have something that could do that anyway?
Grimmjow heaved herself up out of bed with difficulty- it was weird how her breasts dragged her down. She sat up, rubbing her head and getting her fingers caught in her voluminous hair in a way she never did before, shaking out her shoulders. It hand't felt quite right to sleep nude, so she'd put on a pair of Hallibel's panties- but that had felt even weirder, and she'd had to take them off to get to bed. So, she was naked. She looked down and saw her...intimate parts, which made her blush. The only time she'd seen that as a guy was right before he'd tapped one. It'd be awkward having one now.
She stood up, shaking out her legs and realizing how long they were as she turned her mind away from her newest acquired parts. It wasn't easy to do. All she wanted was to get dressed so she wouldn't feel so...sexual, but she knew she should get a shower first. Not that she was getting all grossed out and girly, but they had that meeting. Even as a man, she hand't liked being all dirty and shit for formal stuff. She hurried into her adjoining bathroom, trying hard not to look in the mirror.
She quickly turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up before she got in. She felt her eyes sliding over to the mirror. She kind of wanted to know what she looked like...not because she cared really, but she was curious. A look couldn't hurt, right? She felt steam brush by her and turned back to the now warm shower, a little surprised. Well, she could look after.
She got in, the water almost scalding. Just the way she liked it. She scrubbed down like always, turning her mind and hands away from her added things, then grabbed the shampoo. She looked at it for a second, then squirted more than normal onto her hand, thinking of the wet mess of her hair sticking to her back. It was mid-length, not terribly long-it only reached halfway down her shoulder blades when it was dry- but a hell of a lot longer than it used to be. Heavier too. She lathered the shampoo into it, the suds, running down her face, before washing it out in the stream of water.
She was about to get out when she caught sight of the razor. She looked at it, the idea of shaving anything but her face foreign...but she looked down at her legs, and they were grossly hairy for a woman. She grimaced, knowing that she wouldn't have been turned on by thatas a guy. Not that she was aiming to turn anybody on, noway,but she didn't want to be that disgusting chick either. She grabbed the razor.
She stood in front of the mirror, fully clothed. She figured it would be a bad idea to stare at herself totally naked and dripping wet in case the dude part of her mind- which was all of it!- got all creepy about it. She looked at herself- and damn, she liked what she saw.
Her hair was still wild, but sleek too, falling with volume around her full face without the normal spikiness. She was still tan, her lips full and just a shade darker, her blue eyes shining and almond-shaped with her triangle tattoos still there. Her hollow bone was still there too, clearly, but it was a little more slender. She had lost the definition of her muscles, though she could feel that they were still there, her curves soft and feminine. Her hips were nice in a way she didn't know how to describe, her legs incredibly long (and hair free). Her limbs tapered off into her hands and feet, her fingers slender and artistic and tipped with well-manicured nails. For some reason, her hollow hole was higher on her stomach, in the center instead of nestled in her pelvis. She had big boobs.
She frowned, looking at them. She had her jacket on, but it did nothing at all to cover her chest. She fiddled with the edges. She couldn't go to the meeting with her junk hanging out, she had to do something about that. She tilted her head, trying to figure out what she could do- she sure as hell wasn't going to Hallibel.
She fooled with the jacket for a few minutes until it occurred to her to tie the ends together at the bottom. She'd thought it'd be square an over nearly everything, but it actually created a swooping v-neck that left her pretty exposed. Well, it covered what needed to be covered, so...too bad. She could't mess with it anymore, she only had...five minutes to get there? Shit! She bolted out the door, using her sonido to speed down the hallway. If she was late, again...
She burst through the doors and into the meeting room, letting her momentum carry her to her chair and sliding in breathlessly before realizing that all eyes were on her. She looked around awkwardly- everyone was staring at her in blatant disbelief, eyes wide, and she felt incredibly naked- probably because she practically was. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that everyone was staring at her boobs. The only people that weren't were Szayel, Hallibel and Ulquiorra; actually, Ulquiorra didn't look shocked so much as vaguely interested in the change, though Grimmjow couldn't tell. This wasUlquiorra, after all.
She resisted the urge to shrink away from all those eyes, leaning back and crossing her arms awkwardly, putting on the angry look she'd always had before. She may have become a chick, but she was still Grimmjow Jaegerjaques.
"Well, then," Aizen said, "shall we begin? I am aware that we are still missing Aaroniero and Zommari, but I will leave it up to Szayel to explain why. Go on, Szayel."
"Right," Szayel said, adjusting his glasses and looking up like he was trying to flirt with everyone in the room. "As you are all aware, I've used the lower Espada to test some prototype potions. Clearly, at least one did its job," he said, and everyone looked at Grimmjow and snickered. Grimmjow's teeth found a way to bare themselves. "I'll start low and work my way up," Szayel said.
"Yammy took the acidizing potion," he started. "It dissolved his stomach, but I had a spare in case that happened. From this point forward, his blood will be acidic enough to boil away concrete, at least as far as my tests have seen to this point." Grimmjow could see why that would be useful in battle; all Yammy would have to do was let himself get cut, and then when his opponent got the blood on him he would dissolve into nothing.
"Aaroniero chose the potion oppositional to that of Grimmjow's. It would have turned a female into a male, but since Aaroniero was already male it gave him a massive dose of male hormones. He is being kept in a holding cell in my laboratory for safety's sake- it seems as though the extra testosterone is making him incredibly volatile, and is mind is beginning to fray due to the stress on his body. I'm keeping close watch, but so far nothing novel has happened to him. It should wear off in a few weeks." Grimmjow's heart skipped a beat; did that mean that her potion would wear off too?
Szayel continued, saying, "Zommari was so unfortunate as to take the red potion, which was a chemical imitation of the heat energy of lava. He's in excruciating pain right now, but I'm also observing him in case of any change. I had no idea what might have come of that particular potion, and I'm still trying to find a use for it.
"I took the bright lights potion. It changes the way my brain receives the information from my eyes, enhancing how well I can see in any degree of darkness. The only side effect is that any light with substance stuns me momentarily, as I've become rather photosensitive.
"Then there's Grimmjow," he said, and snickers reigned again. Grimmjow scowled. "As you can see, our Sexta Espada is no longer a male. He took the opposite potion to Aaroniero, and now he is a she. It don't know how long this will last, or how complete the change is. She may still have a man's mentality, or she may develop a woman's mindset. There isn't any way to know just yet, but there's plenty of time." Grimmjow growled a little. The way he'd said that made it sound like she would never go back, and she had to go back. How was someone supposed to do anything if they can't even look at themselves naked?
"You'll figure out a way to change me back though, right Szayel?" she said threateningly. Shit, she just didn't sound intimidating anymore!
"Yes, Szayel," Aizen said, "I do believe that you will have to attempt to find a way to reverse the effects."
"Actually, I've thought about it," Szayel said. "It sounded fascinating to try it- but it won't work. Unfortunately, all my calculations have pointed me to the fact that trying to change Grimmjow back would stress her body to the point that even an arrancar can't take. The chances of complete breakdown of all functions and tissues are 3,751,697 to one, the one being the lone possibility of it working."
"I don't care!" Grimmjow shouted standing up and slamming her hands down on the table. The glasses of tea teetered and rippled. "I'll take the chance, and if I die it's on your head for doing this in the first place!"
"Now, now, Grimmjow," Aizen said calmly, "you are my precious Sexta Espada. I do not wish to loose you." Grimmjow rounded on him.
"Like hell!" she shouted. "You don't give a flying fuck about any of us, you damn-!" She choked as a massive reiatsu smothered her, putter her hand on the table again as her legs threatened to give way. "Guh!" she grunted, her upper body crumpling under the weight. She couldn't breathe.
"I understand that you have found yourself in a difficult situation, Grimmjow," Aizen said calmly, "but if you would be so kind as to limit your outbursts, it would be appreciated." The weight went away and Grimmjow fell to her knees, gasping for air. She glared at Aizen from under her bangs. "Now then, is there anything else we ought to know, Szayel?"
"No, nothing else," Szayel confirmed.
"Then you are all aware of the facts," Aizen said. "Please act according to them, and you are free to go."
As people were filing out and Grimmjow began to stand up Starrk walked over and stood above her. She looked at him, glaring weakly. "Do you need some help?" the Primera Espada asked, taking her elbow as if to help her up. She jerked away harshly, staring at him in angered disbelief; was Starrk trying to hitonher?
"HELL no!" she cried. Starrk took his hand back and shrugged.
"Alright," he said. "But if you ever do need help-"
"I won't," Grimmjow snarled, quickly making her way out the door. Alt he way she could feel Starrk's eyes watching her, and hat creeped her out like fuck. She knew that she had just been crushed on, by a guy, which was absolutely disgusting in every way. Had Starrk really forgotten already that she was really a he? Because she was. No matter what shit Szayel said, Grimmjow was still a guy in the head and always would be. So why the hell was Starrk trying for her? The dumbass must have been crazy.
She went straight back to her room.
