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Dating Show: One Piece Edition

Episode 7: Model Me Not

"The final four stand before me." A thrill went through me after seeing Kidd walk out of the room as this elimination was different. The person eliminated was stated first and I could feel myself becoming extremely nervous at this. I had made it to the last four and I could only hope to continue on to be the top person. "But only one of you will get a shot to be with Luffy."

Oh, reality TV and its suspense filled dialogue. Makes you want to shake the person to spit it out before commercial. Though I was actually here and it still made me cringe with anticipation.

"This week you all will be put up to the challenge that I have picked." Nami grinned out and I felt myself gulp a lump. From what I have experienced, she is not someone to be messed with. "Since I will be picking it, it will also be me who picks the winner and losers, with a slight consultation from Luffy." The male showed a pout and whined briefly as he seemed to already know. She gave no glance over as she continued, "this challenge is to model for a magazine." I sensed relief and some of it filled me until it stopped cold at her next words. "As the opposite sex." A grin was big on her as us contestants glanced at one another in shock. "That's right, you men will be women and you women will be men for a photoshoot."

We were dismissed after being told on which day we would pose for the day. Unluckily I got it for Monday. A whole weekend to prepare myself on getting tucked in to look like a woman. I began to actually sulk on the thought and Law was a little disturbed at his own thoughts. Alvida was downright devastated that she would have to look like us 'disgusting' males; someone needs to get off their high horse. Perona was pretty meh about it and seemed to be thinking over some things.

What are they going to do to me? I am made of muscle. Law is lean in stature, not a body building man, so it's a bit more realistic to appear more of a woman (besides the facial hair).

My door closed behind me as I stood there and looked to my full body mirror and looked to my appearance. A pivot to my foot had me viewing myself in different angles. Tch… I never cared to view myself too much, just look decent enough and presentable at work.

Damn witch.

How can women do this every day?!

"Alright, just as I thought." My eyes landed on the redheaded witch while having to move hair out of my face. "You go perfect for fitness trainer." On my body was a sports bra with fake breast pads in it and some spandex pants. My three brothers were crying for help as they had be shoved so far and I almost cried because damn!

"Ugh, you know how much I hate you right now?" I asked with a slight growl.

"That's not very lady-like."

"I'm a butch woman." A laugh left her in full force at my pun and had to actually lean over for a breath before fixing her posture and giving me a serious face.

"Well, Ms. Butch, the camera is ready for you and your yoga class." An exasperated sigh left me at the scene picked out and soon moved as last adjustments were made to my ponytail hair (some bang strand in my face) and the dreaded make up on me. They even put some on my arms and exposed midriff.

The scene was set up and I was told to do certain poses, with a picture to help, and make it look like a model for the clothes I wore. Ugh, all those poses made me ache as I had to turn and shift the perfect way. I had to hold difficult positions and if I didn't work out so regularly then I would probably be out of breath. Though, I must have not been too bad since the camera was enjoying me so much that he was rolling around on the floor to get those 'perfect' angles. He called me a god at a few points and had to hardly make any pointers after a few minutes. The only main things were not to be too serious in my facial expression, but I couldn't help it when all I wanted to do was wipe that shit eating grin off of Nami's face. She enjoyed every minute of it, I know it.

Luckily, it was over before I even knew it and was told I was done. I got off the exercise ball and rolled it towards someone before moving over to the area to get everything removed. Nami was being extra witchy though.

"You have to keep it all on until nine o'clock tonight." A frustrated grumble left me before returning to into the house with her in tow and the cameraman who favorites me the most.

In a way, it was amusing seeing the other house guests react as they can only imagine what awaits them for the rest of the week. Law and Perona asked for a little insight and I basically told them. "They dress you, cake you, and then tell you to do ridiculous poses, but the camera guy is pretty cool." Alvida acted disgusted by my presence, per usual, which didn't bother me none. We discussed some other things and then it was dinner time.

Surprise, surprise on who came by.

"Ah! Zoro?" Brown eyes peered up at me in curiosity and began to circle me.

"Evening."

"Mou, take this all off!" Fingers tugged at my waist band that was almost glued to me and I huffed out.

"Nami told me not too until nine tonight, take it up with her." A whine left the idol as he circled me some more before huffing cheeks out and walking off with stating he was going to talk with Nami.

"Mh, Ms. Roro." My eyes glared to the laughing female as the pink locks bounced lightly with it. "Why don't you go in the discussion room? I hardly see you do so." The curiosity lingered and I crossed my arms and rose an eyebrow.

"I don't see the need, plus that intolerable woman is always in it even if I felt like it."

"Hmm? It's supposed to be a place to vent and explain situations, you know? Don't you watch reality TV where they are switching to see their opinion about it?" A tilt of her head occurred and I sighed lightly before noticing the cameraman.

A thumb jabbed towards him as I spoke, "Well, since half the time he follows me so I just talk about it when I'm alone towards him and he will occasionally ask me questions to get me going." Perona nodded in understanding before giggling behind a hand.

"The look suits you."

"You take that back." A laugh left her before waving a hand randomly and walking away trying to control it.

Ugh, the shitty-cook is never going to let me live this down.

Come to find out Nami almost threatened the poor boy to make him dress up that he came to me with tears. The redhead proceeded to tell him to stop and dragged him away. The rest of the week was amusing to say the least. Law was a 'sexy nurse' which aggravated him to no end since he is a doctor and was repeatedly saying how it is never like those fantasies. Nothing was really commented more as he absolutely did not want to think about it ever again.

Perona was modeling for leather biker wear, which surprised me, but I also heard she rocked it out. I wouldn't say this to her face, but those small breasts came in handy for her. Oh, by biker wear, I mean just like what you are supposed to wear, but with edge. The usual leather jacket, jeans, and t-shirts with steel-toed boots; the classic look. The helmet came in handy to cover her long hair that is temporarily black wright now. They put it in a low ponytail and made sure to repeatedly indicate that it will come out after a few weeks of washing.

Today had been Alvida's day and she just stepped into the house, looking like she had hoped we were not around. None of us wanted to miss this life time chance. The irritated look went with her outfit as a cowboy. Snorts were stifled lightly and she huffed loudly as she didn't peep one word and left the room to the stairs. After a few seconds the slam of the door let loose our laughter. Perona was wiping away tears as I coughed lightly from how much I was. Law was let to grin with a shake of his head and we all gazed to each other.

"This has been the best day of the week." Lip-glossed lips shimmered as a smile grazed Perona and we discussed what poses that Alvida had to do.

The wonders of make-up and temporary enhancements to a body can do.