The obaa-san was reluctant to answer because she knew neither of them would gladly accept the temporary solution. Even so, she pressed on, braving the oncoming storm. "I didn't tell you before, because I usually don't have to resort to using this. Only for the most transformed couples."

"Couple?" Inoue interjected, "We are NOT a couple! I don't even like this bas-" Irritated beyond belief, the old lady clasped both hands on Orihime's mouth and hissed, "IF YOU DO NOT SHUT. UP. I WON'T TELL YOU THE SOLUTION AT ALL. UNDERSTAND?" Inoue nodded, brows creased together in frustration. The obaa-san released her grip and continued.

"If you want to return back to normal, you need to have physical contact with each other for at least 5 minutes a day." When not one of them piped up to speak, she added, "Physical contact, as in, hugging, caressing, kissing, making out, etc."

Again, there was silence. Then Inoue exclaimed, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Why is the solution THAT? What kind of obaa-san enjoys that stuff?"

"What can I say," chuckled the small woman, "I'm a hopeless romantic." Grimmjow didn't utter a word. Too much in shock, he was. Inoue, however, continued her rant, "I! Am NOT a lesbian! What is this, some sort of manga where the fans are ero-freaks and enjoy yuri? NO, THANK YOU!" Inoue leaped up and started for the 2nd story window. She wiggled her way through it and nearly escaped when the obaa-san waved her hands in a zig-zag motion. The window that previously was large enough to accommodate Orihime's large muscular figure, had shrunken so that a small child could barely fit their head through.

Orihime yelped and flailed her legs around inside the building while the other half outside in the cold night pounded against the wall dangerously. The obaa-san heaved a sigh and sat carefully on the futon beside Grimmjow. "Young man, are you alright?" she asked.

Grimmjow turned his head slightly, and gazed upon the creased face of this woman. "Are.. are you sure this is the only way? I mean, can't we just wait until the antidote is finished?" asked the tentative looking Grimmjow. The obaa-san frowned and replied, "I'm afraid not. This is the 2nd day you've been switched, am I correct?" "Yes..?" "Therefore, I cannot wait a day longer. On the 3rd day, the transformation is complete. You will have lost the majority of your memories by late tonight and by the morning, you will become Inoue-chan, and Inoue-chan will become you.

"The transformation speeds up inconceivably quickly during the hours of sleep," she explained, "so this literally is the only way." Grimmjow soaked all this information in and nodded. "I understand. I don't enjoy it, but I understand."

"Splendid!" she cried, jumping up from where she sat and yanking Orihime's body from the too small hole, dislocating Orihime's shoulder in the process. Orihime slid on the floorboards, face first, and moaned in agony.

"He's agreed to the solution," the obaa-san said, "now all we need is for you to!" Inoue sat up, jiggling her shoulder until it fell into position with a crack. "I told you, I'm not a lesbian. And you're on crack if you think I'm gonna kiss her." she ended. "But he's NOT a girl. He's a boy in a girl's body." the obaa-san corrected. "Doesn't that just make him transsexual?" "ANYWAY. You don't even have to kiss him, all you need is physical contact! Hug him, that wouldn't make you a lesbian. You wouldn't be a lesbian no matter what, though.."

Orihime was running low on patience so she just leaned across the futon and grabbed Grimmjow fiercely in her arms. "That's a good girl. Now I'll go down stairs and leave you two alone for a while. Remember, 5 minutes." the old lady winked and descended the stairs.

Grimmjow was seated in between Inoue's outstretched legs and felt his face burn scalding hot. But it wasn't the solution at work; Grimmjow was blushing tremendously and couldn't bear Orihime seeing his face. He buried his face in Orihime's hard chest and reprimanded himself silently for being this pleased about a simple hug.

Orihime was having issues too. Deep inside her developing man-brain, an alarm was ringing and telling her to do everything she could to release, though she knew she couldn't. Grimmjow's breasts were squashed between the both of them, and Inoue acknowledged them much more than Grimmjow did. Underneath Grimmjow's thigh, he felt something stiffen, and he knew immediately what it was.

They both shifted until they were at least 2 dictionaries apart from each other, hands grasping the other's biceps. Not once during the 5 minutes did they mutter a word, or even glance at the other for that matter. Grimmjow, because the red and pink on his cheeks were too hard to ignore; Orihime... for... other reasons. "How much longer, obaa-san?" Inoue shouted, causing Grimmjow to jump.

"It's only been a minute and a half! Make it last, love birds!" obaa-san replied from the first floor.

Together, they agreed on something when it came up in their thoughts: 'This is so awkward.'

Awkward, indeed! Who knew the two of them were so innocent! This chapter is quite short, sorry about that. THIS. Is where the Grimmhime comes in.

The old lady is who makes this all awkward. It's all her fault! XD

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