The strange man bolted downstairs to the basement and kicked down Keroro's door. He looked around but only found Tamama eating some snacks.

"Where the hell is he?! Is he in the base hunting for those stupid weasels?" His voice cracked with anger. Without waiting for a response from the shocked tadpole the young man entered the mini fridge. Tamama watched with wide eyes and a chip held in front of his mouth. The tadpole looked back to the door to find Fuyuki just as confused as he was.

"Was that a man in a red skirt?"

"Natsumi's skirt actually." Fuyuki responded with a darkened expression. Tamama couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"KERORO!" The man in the red skirt ran through the base and took every turn he could. He checked every room he passed and shouted down every hallway. It didn't take long at all for him to locate Keroro, trying to ever so carefully trap a baby weasel before it broke one of his precious gundam displays. "What the hell did you do to me this time?!"

Keroro froze. His jaw dropped at the sight of the young man. The green color quickly faded from his skin. The man stomped closer to him.

"If you don't fix me I will kill you!" He pressed his foot against Keroro's head threatening to squish the life out of him.

"Who are you and why do you want to kill me?" Keroro asked pitifully.

"I'm Natsumi! You turned me into a boy again!" Natsumi refused to let him up. In fact he just squished Keroro even harder.

"WHAT?" Keroro was surprised to find this out but looked at the boy trying to kill him and noticed the similarities. At this moment he thought back to the weasel he almost caught but whacked an odd machine instead. He started to laugh nervously. "Oh well then, heh heh, you see I may or may not have made an accident."

"Accident? What did you do toad?!" His voice got deeper and scarier the more he yelled.

"I was hunting down the weasels like you told me to and I might have triggered an old machine. I thought it was all dead but then the noises and lights went off." Keroro started to explain but he hoped it was too quick for Natsumi to really think about it.

"So you just went around banging against Kururu's old toys?" Natsumi picked up the frog from beneath his foot and stared his intense eyes into it. His voice turned quiet and ice cold. "I want you to change me back right now frog."

"Well it was the same machine that changed you last time so it should only take about 3 hours like last time. I don't know how to change you back any faster than that." Keroro wrung his hands together hoping to use some logic to save him.

"Idiot, for all we know you could have broken the machine. I want you to go to Kururu and figure out exactly how long until I'm a girl again." He slowly walked back out into the hall still carrying Keroro. "Now, I'm going to go chill out before I do something I could regret. When you figure everything out I expect you to come straight to me. Understood?"

"Yes m'am. Whatever you want m'am." Keroro shivered and saluted Natsumi.

"Good." Natsumi then threw him down the hall and into the wall before turning back the other way and leaving.

"Oh sweet froggy gods save me." Keroro whimpered as he pulled himself from the wall.

Natsumi returned to Keroro's room where Fuyuki sulked and Tamama continued to laugh his heart out. Both of which though froze when they felt the stabbing gaze of Natsumi.

"What's so funny?!" He barked at the tadpole.

"You're a man in a frilly skirt and lace tank top. What's not funny about that?" Tamama squeaked. Natsumi looked down at his body and realized that he did look a little ridiculous.

"I guess it is kinda of funny." Natsumi admitted.

"I don't find anything funny about this." Fuyuki said as he turned away.

"Well it's not so strange to wear it when I'm a girl and I didn't really get the chance to change after switching genders." Natsumi replied with venom to his brother.

"You're a strange guy wearing my sister's clothes. It's awkward and disgusting to me." Fuyuki let his head hang lower.

"Oh right. You guys didn't see me the last time, and it has been more than a year so I guess I look different. Although you did see me for a moment before running off." Natsumi pointed to Fuyuki. "I'm Natsumi. Fridiot activated the machine that turns girls into guys. I went down and threatened to murder him if he didn't fix me soon."

"Wow really?" Tamama looked the guy over again and just accepted it. Fuyuki on the other hand turned even darker.

"That's actually creepier, but I feel really bad for you sis. It would be really scary if I just turned into a girl." Fuyuki shivered at the thought and dwelled in his creeped out vibe.

"Whatever. You sulk; I am going to go upstairs to try to tone down my rage that I'm hiding so perfectly well right now." Natsumi smiled brightly and walked out the door. He swiftly hopped up the ladder and dashed to the kitchen. He looked out the sliding door to see Giroro calmly polishing his guns. Natsumi froze just as he was about to open the door. Wait, the last time I turned into a guy Giroro freaked out. Although at the end of the day he was still willing to be my friend and didn't care that I was a guy. After weighing his options, Natsumi turned away from the glass and pulled out his cellphone. He slid down against the wall and began typing.

N: Hey, Hypothetically what would you do if Keroro activated the girls into guys machine again?

Natsumi stared at the phone for what seemed like years before he finally got a response.

G: Kill him. Why?

N: I mean like how would you react to me? If I turned back into a guy?

It took longer this time for a response but the phone did eventually sound of.

G: Honestly I would probably freak out at first but I would do anything to help you through it. What brought this up anyway?

N: It's the same reason I texted you instead of simply going out the door and asking you in person.

Immediately after he sent the text he could hear Giroro's phone ring through the wall. A short moment of silence went by before the glass door slammed open. Giroro ran in and turned to find Natsumi leaning against the wall. His eyes were shot open. Natsumi swore he could see every question that went through Giroro's head.

"N-Natsumi?"