I gulp loudly when I see twin evil grins and bright glowing golden eyes.

"Why are you so scared of us, Aiya-chan." They chorus.

I just shake my head and scoot myself up very close to Yuzuha, keeping as far away from them as possible.

Fast forwarding to hotel.

I collapse onto my own bed, closing my eyes. I just began to close my eyes when my door slammed open and Mrs. Hitachiin appeared in the doorway.

"Aiyashi Temai! You are going to school back in Japan!"

I fall out of bed, my eyes widened and I scream at her.

"WHAT?"?!!"

She slaps her hand over my mouth, hissing. "Shut up! This is a hotel. And let me explain."

She shoves me into a chair and starts to pace in front of me.

"Aiya-…Mitsuyuki, I've noticed that you have grown up too fast and you have not lived the life of a child in almost three years. And you are only fifteen years of age. I have thought about this many times in the past few months, and seeing my young sons has pushed me to the point of deciding to send you to their Academy when school starts. You will be going back in only three weeks. And. I'm not sure if you want to be mobbed on your first day, because you are the one and only Aiya Temai. So I think you would want to have a name that no one knows. So, you're real name."

I nod, really thinking this through. "I think I would very much like to go to the Academy. The only thing is, I am younger than the first years…by one year to be exact."

Yuzuha grins. "You don't have to worry about that Mitsu. Remember that IQ test that you completed? That was actually an entrance exam. And you passed with flying colors. So now, you have the consent to go there. Now. You have a choice, my dear. Because knowing you, you would think the female dress at this private school was horrendous. However, you can decide yourself from these pictures of both boys and girls uniforms."

The girls' dress was just as ugly as Yuzuha said: it was yellow, floor length, puffy around the wrists and shoulders, and had white lace of about an inch in length around the wrist of the sleeves. In all, the dress looked like it was from the medieval ages.

The guys' uniform looked so much better: they had black slacks, a white undershirt, black tie, and a blue jacket. This uniform was actually quite tasteful.,

I hold up the guys' uniform. "I definitely like this."

Yuzuha nods, murmuring. "I thought so…" She whips out her cell phone. "Get a good night of sleep, Mitsu. You have a LONG day ahead of you. And by the way, this school doesn't allow cross-dressing, but I think you know how to handle that in the school recordly sense. Tata!"

She drifts off somewhere and I stare after her for a good minute before rolling my eyes and grumbling to myself. I stuff the pillow and slam my head on it, turning off all lights and drifting off into a semi peaceful sleep. Because I KNOW that the shit was about to hit the fan and Yuzuha would go crazy in my transformation.

Eight Hours Later:

"GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP!"

I growled ferociously. Yuzu's voice had drowned all my dreams, and I couldn't go back to them ever again.

"UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP. Okay. It's Eight O'clock AM! You're plane leaves to Tokyo at 8:00PM! We don't have much time to transform!"

She threw some jeans and a plain T-shirt at me while pulling out a clipboard from behind her back. And I dressed while she ran through the schedule of things I have to do.

"8:00, wake up!. 9:00 hair appointment! 12:00 Lunch 3:00 Body Appointment. 5:00 Shopping….."

She pulled me out of my room and shoved me at the dining room table for breakfast.

Oh damn….

Hair Saloon:

They had covered the mirror and I couldn't see a damn thing as the stylist shampooed my hair with Men's shampoo. She told me a little secret. To get that ruffled, yet completely clean and healthy look that guys go for, I should use less conditioner then shampoo and not to wash it everyday, which I didn't do every day, more like every four or five days.

At the next chair, the next stylist cut off some of my hair, making the ends brush against my mid-back instead of waist. I couldn't care less. I was really just reading a book on how guys act and the psychology behind this and that, and I was dissecting this thing and analyzing it incredibly fast, making notes with sticky notes and pasting them on the sides of the book as fast as I was breathing.

Next, the former stylist blow dried my hair and had me watch as he twisted my hair, which was very course, thick, and ruffled looking now, up into a tight small ponytail, which was quite a feat. It was simply amazing. He took it out and gestured for me to try and I did, not amazingly as he did, but pretty close. He had me try again and again until I got it down flawlessly, and the ponytail looked so small that there couldn't possibly be mid-back length hair hidden up there.

Now that my hair was done, Yuzuha and I had her secretary bring us lunch and after that, we went to the Spa/Chiropractor/Body Image bar where I was put into a room with several women and made to take off everything but underwear, and I did.

"Damn. Aiya….how'd you get a rack in such a short period…this is going to be pretty hard to conceal….they're just so…..big…"

One of the nurses had started measuring my bust and was trying not to stare. It was pretty hard not to stare, my breasts were directly in her face, even sitting down, I was taller than her and she was eye level with them.

Another nurse measured my arms and torso and documented the records.

And then I was taken to a gym, and told to work my muscles for thirty minutes while they finished the product, and well…yeah….there was a wrestling ring in the middle of the floor and two guys were already in it while a third was watching. I grinned, adjusting my sports bra, which now adorned my breasts, and walked over to join them.

"Hey baby….." I raised an eyebrow as his hand was found on my wrist and traveling up to forbidden territory.

"Hmmmmmm..I don't know about you BABE, but I don't like to get fucked in your mind before I even say a word, and my eyes are up here!" I unleash a feral scream and grab him around his neck and unleash a DDT from hell* on him, driving his face into the mat and I snarl at him while standing up, brushing myself off.

"You ass…" I hiss disdainfully while turning my eyes to the other two. "Now… I was going to ask if you wouldn't mind a bit of playful wrestling?"

A few hours later, I was panting heavily, in the corner of the ring, staring at the remaining man standing. The perverted guy. Yet he wasn't perverted any more, he was breathing even harder than I was and he didn't have to take on two guys before this match. So far, I had beaten two of them and I was on my last man. We did have half hour breaks between, that was good, but my body was burning and hurting. I had performed several high flying moves off the top ropes, and most of them connected. Those that didn't connect, I either landed the right way feet to ground, or I fell flat on my stomach, ass, face whatever.

It didn't register that we had an audience until I heard Mrs. Yuzuha's shrill voice over everybody else's.

"AIYA you get your ass over here right now and stop romping around with those guys! It's obvious you kicked their asses enough for the next couple of years!"

I jumped out the ring and backed away from it slowly, eyeing Yuzuha cautiously.

"Sorry! I..I didn't m..mean to get th..this competitive."

She just glared at me and pointed to the hallway and I hightailed my ass right out of that gym and back into my room, where the nurses were all there, holding a contraption the exact color of my skin.

"We would like for you to put this on, Aiya. It should uh….hopefully flatten that chest of yours and create the image of having male abdominals without being a heavy duty clothing item. It looked like an air light shirt.

And so I put it on, after stripping off the bra, and I turned to the nurses who looked at my torso and put a thumbs up to me. I grinned and I stood in the mirror.

Oh my god. I would totally fuck myself….I'm just kidding! But damn…….

With my already tight abs, the only thing that needed flattening was my breasts and they looked so natural as male upper torso. I was slim, but muscular.

Yuzuha came in and nodded approvingly and grinned. "SHOPPING!!!"

She threw a pair of pants and a tight fitting shirt and hauled ass out of there.

Several hours later:

Yuzuha was getting tired out while I was quite weirded out by all the stairs that I was getting from girls in all directions. I just stared back at Yuzuha as she was entering one store and exiting with loads of bags in her arms which she dropped off to her employees who disappeared with them to the limo. Dear god, this woman loved to shop, and I fucking hated it.

FINALLY we left the shopping plaza and all the stuff we bought was already neatly folded into several suitcases. When arriving at the airport, many employees jumped out and labored with all my luggage, to get it checked in and stuff.

Mrs. Yuzuha walked me to the terminal and smiled sadly.

"Now. Ai- Mitsuyuki, call me if you ever need me, if you ever need someone to talk to or cry to or whatever! I will always be here." A small backpack appears in her hands and she rummages through it, taking all sorts of things out. Books, a camera, two packs of gum, a pillow, a blanket, snacks, an apple ipod, and an apple iphone. The top of the line technologies. "Here's a little present from me and the staff. We put all of your music on this and everybody's cellular number is listed on your phone, and emails included. Don't be afraid to call any of us, okay?"

I smile softly, taking the bag from her and placing it on my back. Yuzuha was tearing up now.

"I'll see you later, okay? Be nice to my sons and go easy on the girls." She was about to go on, but I enveloped her in a large hug and I whisper. "Thanks for everything…thank you so much.."

She lets go and wipes her tears away, smiling. "Go. Your plane is boarding now."

I nod and I walk to the ticket-check, and I wave to her as I enter the long hallway down to the plane.

My throat clogs, and tears form in my eyes. I didn't think it was going to be so hard.

*BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ* ….. *BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

I take out the iphone, in it's very nice black and red protective covering and read the text on the screen.

*LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MITSU!!!*

I smiled.

I love you too, my second Mommy.

Footnote: A DDT is a wrestling move where Mitsu/Aiya, Mitsu now, wraps an arm around the opponent's neck and falls on her back, making her opponent's face meet the mat in the most graceful way. And depending on how hard she drops him, he either stays there, or he can execute a full summersault on his head.