The long awaited Chapter 11 of this story is finally out! I know this will probably garner ZERO reaction from anyone, since this category has all of five people who still care, but here's Chapter 11. I'm going to try and work on the next one and get it out. I know that I've been neglecting this story, and I can only say that my other projects have been taking up my time and my muse, but I was recently struck with an idea for this, and it got the juices flowing again. Enjoy.

Chapter 11

Standing in front of the mirror a resigned sigh escapes my lips. Looking myself up and down in the reflection I can't help but admit to myself that I actually like what I see there…

If not for the fact that I'm looking at a female version of ME with huge breasts…

I'm dressed in the skimpy blue dress that my class bought for me for the Turnabout Dance. Looking at myself again I can't bring myself to smile in spite of everything. I can't help but feel like I'm going to be stuck in this form that I'll be unable to change back into a man again…

Don't think like that, if you think like that then you're going to end up stuck that way, and is that what you really want?

"Sakura is going to go gaga when she sees you." Shizuku speaks up from behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Glancing back over my left shoulder I take in the bedroom I share with Shizuku in her home. Like me Shizuku is dressed in her own evening gown that she's going to be wearing to the Turnabout Dance, which begins in just over an hour. Like my dress Shizuku's dress accents her natural curves, the dark blue gown matching her hair color, the silver of her Kampfer form giving her hair contrast to the gown, a blue and purple handbag sitting on the bed next to her.

Sighing again I turn back toward the mirror, the thought that Sakura is going to be all over me like this is not a welcome one. Turning away from the mirror I turn my attention to Shizuku, the Student Council President standing with her arms crossed beneath her bosom, an amused grin on her features.

"You know; if I could attend this dance as a man I would…" I needlessly remind her.

"I know." Shizuku says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Unfortunately your female class is absolutely adamant that you show and your female self has such a fan club among both the boys and girls that if you didn't attend as a girl there would possibly be a riot."

Sighing I can't help but shake my head. Stepping forward my left knee pitches outward, my arms lancing out as I windmill my arms to try and keep my balance.

Damn heels...

The thought is the last thing I think before I pitch forward, my face heading for the carpeted floor for an impromptu meeting when strong hands grab me, hooking under my arms and supporting me, catching me when I would've gone face first into the floor.

Feeling something soft against the top of my head I look up past Shizuku's breasts to see she is right there, concern etched across her features in spite of the fact that I'm in my female form and my head is very nearly buried in her breasts.

"Thank you." I offer earnestly, forcing myself to smile in spite of how clumsy I feel.

"Are you sure you're going to be able to walk in those?" Shizuku asks; alluding to the six inch high heel shoes I'm wearing.

Being a man, I've never worn the things for anything, and up until now I've maybe spent three hours all told practicing walking around in these exact shoes.

Needless to say, I'm still not up to snuff…

"I should be all right." I try to assuage her concerns. "I should be able to slow dance, so as long as nobody tries to make me dance to anything fast I should be all right…"

"If you're sure…" Shizuku says, helping me back to my feet.

Lowering her arms Shizuku steps back, putting a small amount of distance between us.

"Shall we go?" I ask, motioning toward the door, my nervousness clear as day in my voice.

Nodding Shizuku's voice is thick with resignation.

"May as well get this over with…" She answers, and I can't help the pit of dread that forms in my stomach.

Please let this go without a hitch, and when it's all over let me turn back into a man at the end of the night…

XXX

Rather than take a bus to the Turnabout Dance, Shizuku and I do what we always do, walk. For me that amounts to twenty minutes of torture with my feet in shoes designed to make my butt look good rather than be functional, unlike any other pair of shoes I've ever worn.

Walking out the front door of her home Shizuku closes the door behind us, my gaze staying with her as the dark haired red Kampfer closes the door behind her. Locking the door behind her Shizuku makes sure the house is locked before she turns around, and I do the same, nearly jumping in surprise at what I see.

Why didn't I see this coming…?

Mikoto and Kaede stand on the sidewalk in front of Shizuku's home. Both of them are still in their Kampfer form, like Shizuku they're both stuck in their transformed state ever since the White Kampfers ambushed them. Mikoto wears a red dress with a high slit on her left leg and a low cut wearing her hair down. Mikoto chose a more conservative blue dress that is very reserved but yet still shows her feminine curves.

Akane has her arms crossed over her chest, a death glare in her eyes at the sight of me in what is obviously an intentionally skimpy dress. Mikoto just taps her foot impatiently, the two of them both carry handbags, though Mikoto holds hers with both hands while Akane holds hers with just her right hand.

Together Shizuku and I approach the two of them, Shizuku taking the initiative and speaking first, addressing both of them as our de-facto commander and strategist.

"Remember why the both of you are attending the dance this evening." Shizuku reminds them. "I managed to get both of you passes in your Kampfer forms so you can attend the dance and fight if Kaede tries something."

"I know I know." Akane mutters, Mikoto sighing tiredly.

"I got it." She says, her eyes drifting to me, slowly panning up and down my body. "Damn Natsuru…if I didn't know better I'd swear you were sprayed into that thing…"

I can feel my cheeks flush in embarrassment. The so called 'dress' I'm wearing is revealing, and it's taking all my nerve to just show up at the dance in it. In truth I don't want to go at all, but like Shizuku said, there will probably be a riot if I don't attend.

"Shall we go?" Shizuku asks, taking their attention from me and thankfully redirecting the subject of conversation.

Both of them nodding one after another I mumble my agreement, the four of us starting down the street dressed in evening gowns.

We must be quite a sight…

XXX

Walking into the auditorium with Shizuku, Mikoto and Akane I can't believe how things have been decorated. A banner hangs just above the entrance, the words 'Sadie Hawkins Dance' painted there, streamers hanging seemingly everywhere. A giant mirror ball hangs in the middle of the large room, the lights in the room turned down low; the mirror ball shining columns of light around the room as dance music plays loudly, preventing any form of casual conversation. Along the left side of the room are the food and beverage tables, a cluster of students floating around there, helping themselves to some free food and drink…

Looking around the room a feeling of dread forms in my stomach. The majority of the attendees are girls, and they are here with other girls, a glaring reminder of the fact that Seitetsu Academy is often called 'Lesbo High' by students from other schools, thanks to the strict non interaction between the boys and girls sides of the school.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.

It doesn't help that as I enter the auditorium many heads turn to look, many of the female eyes ogling me like I'm a piece of meat. Dressed as I am I can understand what few guys are in attendance looking at me, but for the other female students to be looking at me like that rather than as a tramp or a slut…

It's disturbing…

Looking around I try to search for any sign of the White Kampfers, that Sakura might be planning to ambush the four of us the moment we step into the auditorium. Instead…

"Natsuru-chan!" A familiar voice makes every hair on my neck stand on end.

I stop mid step, my head spinning toward the source of the voice, Sakura Kaede running toward me in an auburn colored dress that matches her hair with a low cut and a high slit on both sides of her legs.

Smiling she jumps toward me and hugs me, embracing me warmly and lovingly, as though the two of us were lovers who'd been separated for a long time.

"I've missed you so much!" She says, nuzzling her head against my breasts. "You haven't been at school!"

Because I've been attending as a man, which you already know, because you're a moderator who knows the identities of each of the Kampfers…

Though apparently you're playing 'little miss innocent' today…

"Do…you think you could let me go Sakura-san?" I ask curiously, forcing myself to sound polite, in spite of the desire to simply push her away and tell her not to touch me pounding through me.

"Only if you promise to dance with me!" She says almost immediately, her head snapping up to look me in the eye.

Oh no…no, no, no, no way…

"I really don't think that's a good idea…" I begin, and Sakura squeezes tighter.

"PLEASE Natsuru-chan!" Sakura pleads with me. "Just one dance!"

Looking left and right I search for some assistance. Both Akane and Mikoto glare angrily at Sakura, Akane seemingly ready to grab Sakura by the shoulders and rip her off of me then and there. Shizuku on the other hand looks thoughtful, seeming to sense my desperation she leans in, speaking into my ear in what has to suffice as a whisper.

"Go dance with her. I'll be watching, so if she tries anything I'll step in." Shizuku assures me.

"But…" I try to argue, but Sakura squeezes just a little tighter, threatening to pop my breasts right out of my dress with the pressure.

"Please Natsuru-chan!" She says again, and I sigh, nodding in resignation.

"All right, just one dance." I tell her, and the smile that comes to Sakura's face is like she's just won the lottery and gotten a pony for her birthday all at once.

"Thank you so much!" She smiles, releasing her grip around me only to grab me by the wrist and practically drag me toward the dance floor.

If she heard my tone of voice, she certainly isn't acknowledging it…

Pulling me out onto the dance floor Sakura somehow manages to part the crowd like the sea itself is parting before her. Leading me to the center of the dance floor I can only hope that Shizuku, Mikoto and Akane are watching me as Sakura takes my hands in hers and begins to dance to the slow song playing over the speaker system.

"Why are you doing this Sakura-san?" I ask as we begin to dance. "Why are you acting like you're all innocent when I know it's nothing more than a façade?"

Looking at me Sakura tilts her head to one side curiously, her eyes showing only confusion.

"What are you talking about Natsuru-chan?" Sakura asks with a slight tremble to her voice. "I haven't done anything to you…"

Sighing exasperatedly I close my eyes tiredly, not knowing what else to do.

"I forgot split personalities or some nonsense…" I trail, opening my eyes again, only this time Sakura's face isn't innocent and even hurt, her lips are curled in a smile, the look in her eyes one of cold confidence.

She must've…

"You look really beautiful in that dress Natsuru." Sakura says my name like we're old friends. "It's such a shame I can't keep your beauty all for myself…"

THAT remark makes the hairs on my neck stand on end.

"Why are you making us fight this pointless proxy war?" I demand from the Moderator version of Sakura. "Why are you so interested in me?"

Now it's Sakura's turn to sigh, the auburn haired woman slowly shaking her head in frustration.

"If only you'd remember…" She trails, and my jaw nearly hits the floor, taking all my willpower to fight the urge to scream.

"Remember what? Why do you keep talking like we're old friends? Tell me!"

A slight smile comes to her face, her gaze rising to meet mine.

"Why don't I show you instead?" She asks, the hairs standing on end once again, every logical part of my brain telling me to get AWAY from Sakura immediately and as quickly as possible.

"No! I won't!" I begin, about to keep screaming when something happens, something I can't explain.

The world begins to spin, LITERALLY. The auditorium around me begins to spin, somehow Sakura seems to slip through my fingers, the girl joining the background as the colors begin to mesh together, the speed of the world picking up with each passing second until it's nothing but a swirl of colors and sounds assaulting my senses, sending my brain into sense overload.

Closing my eyes my body pitches forward, my only thought as I slip into unconsciousness being:

I hope she didn't hypnotize me again…

XXX

"Darling…" A faint voice calls out to me. "Darling…." The voice calls again.

I'm surrounded by darkness, and I feel something gently touch my shoulder and touch me, the feel of soft fingers against my shoulder gently shaking me, the voice calling out again, louder this time.

"Darling, wake up!" The voice is much louder, and I open my eyes with a start, looking around to see an unfamiliar room, feeling an incredibly soft mattress and bed sheets around me.

Worst of all Sakura sits practically right next to me, naked as the day she was born.

"Gah!" I call out in surprise, rolling AWAY from Sakura, out of the blankets and onto the carpeted floor.

Landing with a thud I scramble to get away from her, pushing myself to my feet before I stop mid step.

It's then that several realizations hit me all at once. The first thing I realize is that I'm in my female form. The second thing I realize is that I too am naked. The third thing is that this room is unlike any bedroom I've ever seen before, the walls literally changing, the walls gentle swirls of orange, red, green, blue, I can't even begin to pin any set of colors down before they shift and change, the shifting colors giving off a very relaxing atmosphere, in spite of the oddity of it all…

What in the world…?

"Darling?" Sakura calls from behind me, her voice carrying just the barest twinge of concern.

Holding my hand up I look at my right hand, searching for my Kampfer bracelet…

It isn't there…

Flattening my palm toward the ceiling I try to use my zauber as I have time and time again, but nothing happens, not even a spark flickers in my hand.

"Darling…?" Sakura calls again, and I slowly turn around, Sakura is off the bed, standing there naked with her left arm raised up to her chin, her fingers draped over her chin in worry, her right hand slowly opening and closing.

"Um…" I mutter, not sure what to say in this situation.

There are so many questions, where am I, what's going on? Why is this happening? I don't even know if she has all the answers either…

"Are you all right darling?" Sakura asks walking up to me she slowly reaches up with her right hand, placing it gently against my cheek.

"I, uh…" I mutter, my mind still churning, trying to come up with something, anything…

"Are you worried about going shopping with me today?" She asks curiously. "I think it's going to be all right, even if you do get recognized I don't think people are going to give you that much trouble."

Recognized? Why would people care about me? Who the hell am I?

"I…I suppose…" I answer, still not sure what to say or do.

I'll just ride this out; see what I can figure out on my own. Maybe this is some sort of weird dream? It doesn't feel like it did when she hypnotized me before, so it probably isn't that…

"Then we should get dressed then." Sakura smiles at me, lowering her hand, turning toward a section of wall that continues to swirl and change color.

Approaching it the wall seems to split in two, the walls sliding apart to reveal a black section of wall with what looks like two palm readers set at shoulder height.

Watching her Sakura approaches one of the palm readers and places her hand on it. The reader lights up dimly, a strange, clear thick liquid secreting from the reader and literally flowing over Sakura's hand and down her arm. As I watch the semi thick…whatever it is covers her entire body from the neck down. A moment later the liquid changes color, shifting into a strange pattern and changing shape, taking the form of a blue sundress like garment with matching heeled shoes.

Looking down at herself now apparently dressed Sakura smiles before turning toward me, slowly rotating around to allow me to see the entirety of the outfit.

"Well, how do I look?" Sakura asks me, the sound of her voice quite literally snapping me out of my delirium.

What the in the hell was that? That…goop literally turned into her clothes! What in the world is going on! What kind of freaky drug induced hallucination is this!

"Darling?" Sakura asks; facing me she slowly steps forward, again confusion rests on her features, as though what just happened is absolutely normal and in no way strange or downright freaky at all. "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

Blinking I push my surprise and fear aside, stuffing it away into a corner of my mind, ignoring it for the moment.

There will be time to be freaked out later… I tell myself, trying desperately to make myself believe it as I nod toward Sakura.

Approaching the other palm reader I have nothing else to go on other than 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do,' so that's exactly what I do. Reaching out with my right hand I place it against the reader, closing my eyes I suppress the desire to shiver as I feel a thick, slime like substance creep over my fingers and down my arm, the stuff literally flowing over my shoulder and down my body, covering me from the neck down exactly like it did Sakura. For a moment I can feel the strange liquid literally undulating against my body as it flows beneath my feet, forming my footwear as well. A moment later the undulating feeling ends and I feel like I'm wearing something. Opening my eyes I look down to see that I'm dressed in crisp black clothing, knee high militaristic boots on my feet, black pants covering my legs, a long sleeve form fitting black blouse on my upper body, strange gold buttons near my neck line on each of the square padded shoulders, an emblem of two crossed golden scimitars below the buttons midway between the buttons and the end of my shoulders.

What is this?

"You're wearing your uniform?" Sakura asks, and I nearly jump through the roof at the word 'uniform.'

Uniform? Why the hell am I wearing a uniform?

Turning around I take in the slight frown on her face, the expression one of mild disappointment.

"Stick with what works." I offer with a shrug, and Sakura mirrors the motion a moment later, the frown disappearing from her features.

"It does look good on you." She says matter of factly, again a shiver running down my back at the insinuation.

"We…we should get going." I try to change the subject. "We've got shopping to do, right?" I ask, trying to change the subject away from how I look in the creepy, ooze/clothing thing on my skin.

Nodding Sakura smiles, approaching me she reaches out and takes my hand, smiling at the intimate contact.

"Let's go." She offers happily, and I don't know what else to do other than strap in and hang on for the ride.

Nodding Sakura leads me forward toward another section of wall that continues to change and shift. As we approach the section of wall splits down the middle, parting to reveal a normal hallway with white floors and ceiling, the opposite side of the wall one large window, giving me a panoramic view of the surroundings.

What I see makes me stop and stare. A city unlike anything I've ever seen before stretches before me. It's like something out of a science fiction novel. Strange vehicles literally fly through the air with no discernable engine or even wings. The buildings themselves are all unlike anything I've ever seen. The city looks more like a collection of large seashells, as though the entire city were planned out to remind anyone looking at it to remember that life evolved from the ocean.

For a moment it's all I can do to just stare, until I feel a tug at my right arm, and I blink, suddenly remembering where I am and what's happening. Looking down at my hand my eyes follow Sakura's arm up to her face, again the auburn haired woman looking at me curiously.

"Are you sure you're all right Darling?" Sakura asks, and I quickly nod.

"I'm fine." I offer, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment.

For a moment Sakura just stares at me, and I wonder whether or not she's going to push the subject. The moment passes and then she shrugs, apparently allowing the subject to drop.

"Let's go then." She says, starting down the hall, toward a turn in the hall.

Following her the floor is sparkling white, not a speck of dirt or grime, the white material almost shining as though it's been recently polished.

Turning the corner I notice that the window ends at the corner, the wall at the corner the same polished, flawless white color as the rest of the hall. Approaching a section of wall with a recessed square above it Sakura looks up, speaking loud and clearly.

"Lobby please." She says, and I open my mouth to ask who or what she's talking to when the wall in front of us splits down the middle, revealing what looks like an elevator shaft.

The shaft is twelve feet wide if it's an inch, and at least three or four stories deep. The air inside seems to shimmer, and Sakura steps forward without fear or worry, as though the thought of plummeting five or six stories to her very painful death never even crossed her mind.

I can't step forward, and Sakura is halfway into the shaft before her arm tugs on mine, and she stops, looking over her right shoulder at me, her expression confused and curious, her eyes seeking out mine, her voice laced with concern.

"Are you sure you're all right Darling?" Sakura asks, once again not referring to me by name. "You've been acting strangely ever since you woke up this morning…"

Swallowing the saliva in my mouth I offer a silent prayer to whatever deity may hear it.

If I die, I am truly sorry for all the horrible and morally reprehensible things I've done in my life…

"Of-of course…" I stutter, stepping forward.

It takes all my willpower to step into that shaft. As I do I feel my foot somehow suspended in the air, as though something were altering the gravity inside the shaft. Sakura stepping inside with me the two of us literally float there in the shaft, suspended with no discernable means of levitation.

What in the world is this?

Out of nowhere we begin to slowly descend, and if not for my empty bladder I would've wet myself then and there. Slowly dropping down that black shaft I can't help but think that at any second both Sakura and I are going to begin picking up speed and plummet to our very painful deaths.

Instead the two of us stop near the bottom of the shaft, looking down there are still two or three floors below us, and I open my mouth to ask what is going on when the wall in front of us splits, Sakura coiling her legs as though she's swimming through the air and pushing off the back wall, gently flowing forward toward the front of the shaft, gracefully leaving the shaft as though it were no mere feat.

Standing outside the shaft Sakura stops and turns, facing me she smiles playfully at me, blissfully ignorant of just how overwhelmed I feel.

"Well, aren't you coming?" Sakura asks her tone relaxed and cheerful.

Swallowing again I once again do as Sakura did, coiling my legs and using them to push off the wall behind me gently. The momentum gently pushes me forward, and I barely manage to get my feet under me as I leave the shaft, somehow managing to gracefully leave the shaft and land on my feet.

The second my feet hit solid ground and I'm not suspended in mid air I want to drop to my hands and knees and kiss the solid ground beneath me.

Is that what suffices for an elevator in this place, wherever I am?

Not content to give me a moment to catch my breath Sakura reaches out, gently taking my hand in hers.

"Let's go, no time like the present, right?"