Man, I am on FIRE...kicking out the chapters like the keyboard is burning my fingers!

Ok, I done fooled you all...not intentionally though. I indicated that this will be NaruSasu – and there will be – but there's gonna be some Naru and Sasu shenanigans with other Naruto world characters and some OCs to. But I promise it will only add to the relationship of the main pairing, not take away.

And BTW, a quick and dirty way of understanding what an Anti-Androgen does is that it works against testosterone.

The first time I was mistaken for a female was about two months ago. A group of us (models, lighting and set crew, the photographer's assistant, the hair and makeup artist) went to a rather posh nightclub after completing a photo set in the Mojave National Preserve...

wait...scratch that. Now that I recall it, in all actuality the first time I was mistaken for a girl was when I was five years old. Our family was at some sort of social function when a man walked up to my mother and me and practically bellowed:

"You're looking lovely as always, better half of the adult Uchihas..." -he then turned his rather puffy face down towards me- "...and your daughter is the spitting image of you, and she's all dressed up in a little suit and tie just like her daddy...you and Fugaku must be so proud!"

I remember my mom correcting the man...but not in a harsh way. In fact, she sort of giggled the misunderstanding away like it tickled her. My father on the other hand had quite a different reaction; for upon hearing of the incident the next day, he drove me straight to a barber shop and I ended up with a military style turf-top (my hair hadn't been cut up till then).

So...the first time I was mistaken for a female AND was hit-on by a guy because of it (actually I drew the flirtations of several males) was two months ago. I was dressed in the last outfit I modeled: a white long sleeved, off the shoulder top that was just transparent enough to where one could make out the black padded bra underneath...blue denim - so called, Daisy Duke – shorts...and black patent leather with silvery studs around the circumference, five inch heeled clogs...and oh yes...I also had I little blush applied to my cheeks and rose red sheer lipstick on. We were all dressed casually like that. I hadn't been out to a nightlife type of place like that since the one and only time I visited Sakura at work; and that was a rare outing in itself, since such places can hardly be called dens of refinement and class. Also...speaking in the manner of common folk...they're just not my thing. Nevertheless I succumbed to peer pressure and went.

Speaking of firsts, it was the first time I went out in public as a 'female'. Now there's a back story on that, and here it is. When I got hired on to model, I was told flat out that it was because I had an androgynous look about me which was highly desirable since fashion designers and retailers could use me to show off the clothes of both genders. Plus I was informed of the fact (an obvious one, considering the times and the general disposition of society) that males taking on the look of females and doing it well is hardly just a passing fad or novelty in the fashion world, and to a lesser degree the larger world. It's mostly because:

1...most people have 'evolved', so to speak, to where coming down on others due to their sexual preferences and/or their choices as to what gender manner and appearance they adopt is rejected as an error of our species' collective past when ignorance and irrational fear of 'outsiders' ruled the day

and

2...most people have expanded their views on what they consider as beautiful, and as such, they (in light of point number 1) are fully willing to appreciate beauty regardless of who the bearer of that beauty is.

With the above mentioned in mind, I sought out the advice of other androgynous male models (the few of us who there are...we are indeed a rare species) and along the way, was given useful tips from some of the female models too. It was a unanimous piece of given council – 'learn to tuck' - that led me to my greatest helper on my quest to achieve the kind of look that would put me well ahead of my limited but extremely capable competition. He was right under my nose: Arturo...a large (as in build, not gut size) man from Panama who for all practical purposes is our modeling agency's in-house makeup artist. He was apparently once a drag performer in his youth (he's 34 now), and using knowledge he gained from that experience, he taught me the proper way to...um...hide...my...private appendages..to create a nice smooth groin area for when I wear particularly tight and/or revealing women's clothes.

I remember one particular conversation I had with him:

"Arturo, I don't know what to do...can you please help me?"

Ugh!...thinking back on it makes me feel disgusted at how needy I sounded

"Anything for you Sas..what's your dilemma?"

"Well as you know..I just recently got some work modeling women's clothes since my hair grew out, but it's been outfits that have covered most of my legs and all of my arms..."

"Because you still have the manly 'cut' to your muscles"

"Yes..that's it exactly...but when I exercise like I have to in order to look my best and stay as thin as I'm required to be, that male musculature won't go away or might even get worse, and I know I can get more work if I can fem-out a bit more"

Arturo gave a little laugh before speaking again

"My goodness Sas..you just want it all and a bag of chips...and you want it right now!"

"It's just who I am...if I decide to do something in any area of life, then I aim for the top and strive with all my being to get there"

"Yes I know...we're much alike, you and I...ok...I'm about to give out some information that might help with your problem...but you didn't hear it from me, comprende"

"Yes, I understand"

"Ok...there are certain drugs that suppress or block testosterone such as dutasteride, cyproterone acetate, spironolactone...for you, I would go with spiro..one-hundred milligrams in the morning and the same before bedtime...It's a common oral drug taken by male-to-female transsexuals, and to learn about it and get a general idea about how it might affect you, transgender sites and forums are probably the best tools for self-study"

"I can just ask my doctor"

"And I'm sure he's a fine upstanding..super doctor...but it takes a specialist..an endocrinologist..who also is focused on treating transgender patients...I used to have a list of such endos in the L.A. area, but an up to date one can easily be found online...just remember that messing with one's hormones is no joking matter..."

I held my hand up to spare us both the upcoming lecture

"So I shouldn't self medicate...I got that...not be sound too unkind, but I have resources...I'm not some street tranny buying meds overseas without a prescription and trial and error-ing my dosages"

I feel sort of bad about it now how back then I spoke with contempt about alot of Arturo's friends and acquaintances...and I could tell that he was upset because his face froze in it's expression at that moment and stayed that way for the few seconds where he didn't respond

"Ok then...just so you understand"

"Should I take supplements to boost my estrogen?"

"Well the supplements would be...estrogen...but then you would grow boobs and your problem would switch to being not able to model the full range of men's clothes"

"Yes that would be problematic"

"Yes it would...Sas...with your thin and sparse body hair and zero facial hair, tiny adam's apple, plus those nice globes for a booty..you are generally disposed to the estrogen side of things as you are, so the spiro..or whatever anti-androgen your doctor prescribes, should work just fine for what you want"

Going back to that time at the nightclub, I'm feeling confident enough about my female look (thanks to the results of taking the anti-androgens prescribed for me) to not stress about my attire. As soon as I step in to the place, I'm keyed-in to the attention of the female patrons (because it's what I'm accustomed to), that way I can avoid them as best I can. I stick close to our group as we make our way to one of the packed bar areas. When we get there...which is a turtle-slow process due to the thick crowd...Arturo asks for my drink order because he'll be the one to order all our drinks since he's big and burly enough to part the sea of people in front of us. As I'm still on the look-out for unwanted female attention, something strikes me as odd: hardly any of the women here are even giving me a second's notice. Gradually it dawns on me that it's the males who are eyeing me-up.

Finally one finds his courage

"Hey there...what cha' drinkin"

I stare at him wide eyed for a second or two before answering

"I've already got it covered...but thank you...and I'm a man by the way"

I'm sure he'll give a disgusted look and/or just wander away, but instead he smiles and leans in closer

"Well you look like a hot lady and that's what I'm all about...who cares about what's between your legs, you still got two holes I can fill"

In my state of shock I take a half step back...right into another guy

"Hey..watch out now you almost made me spill my drink!...whoa baby!

A tall redhead with a Texas accent turns around as I turn my head, and I say in a flustered, high pitch voice:

"Please excuse me"

"No babe...you can put that body up against me anytime you want...in fact let me bump into you this time"

He grabs my arms and proceeds to grind his crotch into my butt...and I can feel his 'thing' getting hard. I was so out of my element that I just froze and let it happen...big mistake on my part

"Hey now big red I saw him first"

"Yes that's right...what the African-American gentleman said is true...I'm a man!"

I try so hard to sound assertive but my voice still comes out high pitched and delicate...like a female's

"You're a man huh...well you turned me bi babe, and I'll make you feel like all woman as soon as we get back to my place"

"But wait...what about him...I mean...he did see me first"

I'm grabbing at straws now...trying to get these guys so interested in contending with each other over me, that I can slip out of their sight back to the safety of...

my group?...where the hell are the people I came with?!

Oh my God...I'm surrounded by men!

"Hey now..who cares who saw who first!...but I'm not greedy..the three of us can have fun"

"Hey, I want in on that"

"Yeah me too"

"Hell yeah..to the bathroom men..everybody gets a poke in this one"

Everything is totally out of control. Numerous hands are on me as I'm ushered to the bathroom to be...used...by about fifteen, maybe twenty guys. And when word spreads throughout the gigantic place, I might have to take on dozens more!

No means no. I should just stand my ground and say 'fuck no!'...but my mouth won't open...

and I'm starting to feel...funny. Am I getting aroused?

Whatever I'm feeling - even if I somehow really want this – I don't want THIS, and I don't want it this way...not when I'm being taken in by something so new and engrossing that it's left me vulnerable. I'm about to protest...I don't think it will do me much good cause this pack of guys have a fire in their eyes to satisfy themselves with my body...but at least I can have my dignity that I wasn't taken willingly. My mouth opens to insist that I be let go of and my body stiffens to hold my ground, and before I can utter a syllable, my savior appears

"He's with me guys"

It's Arturo

Redhead speaks first

"This little honey is with us now...so join the crowd or fuck-off...aint that right babe"

Now's my chance...voice don't fail me now

"I really must stick with my friend here...I'm so sorry...I'm new to all this..I didn't mean to lead you guys on"

As I take a step toward Arturo, a big thick arm wraps around my waist and then I feel something else big and thick being pushed against my ass. I look back and it's the first guy I met

"Come on hotness, you don't wanna miss out on this inside you for an hour or more do you?"

That thing...more than an hour?!

I hesitate too long and the guys start to envelop me again

"No...please I can't do this..."

"I believe I heard a 'no'!"

That comes from one of the two - even bigger than Arturo - bouncers that flank my friend's sides. At that, the guy behind me lets go and steps back while red says:

"Hey now...we aint no rapists and we don't want no trouble, just a good time..and this hot feminine man here seriously made us think he wanted to have fun with us until his friend stepped in!"

He sounds defiant...and pissed...which I actually don't blame him due to my bad handling of the situation

"I'm so sorry" -I squeak out, to which Arturo responds:

"Don't be...now you guys, the little mister here is from a small town in the backwoods and he's not used to the slick way we big city types handle our sex business"

There's a tense period of quiet during which I take a place beside Arturo

Finally red speaks

"So we got an innocent little lamb up in here with us big bad city wolves huh?...well hell..little miss, or man..we aint all that bad..." -he walks up and puts his hand out- "...we're just like any other guys anywhere...we wanna have a good time with hot lookin cool people"

I shake his hand and then another hand appears...It's the African-American (the first guy I met...with the big you know what)

"Yeah...we're all chill honey...I'm a regular here on the weekends...I know big red is too, and I'm sure most of the guys here are...so come out and dive into the scene...we'll do you right...and when you feel in the mood to...we'll DO you right!"

I shook several hands soon after, and generally had a pleasant rest of the night...but stayed strictly with the people I came with...Arturo in particular.

Since that time, I've gone out more often...which more often for me means four times since then. All those times I went strictly as a male...and I still had a surprising lot of men (and some women) flirt with me because they thought I was female...which thing is not restricted to just bars and nightclubs for me. Fully half of the people who are attracted to me think I'm a woman, and of those, at least ninety-seven percent don't care that I'm actually a guy.

Now Arturo and I are out at a smaller bar that he sometimes frequents. It's Friday the 12th of June; four days after the could-have-been disaster at the Snake Mound in Ohio...and I'm dressed...well...kind of slutty in a red, metallic-look material, mini-dress. The time is around 10:00-ish...just about when things start to get lively according to my companion. I'm sitting with him at the bar nursing a blue margarita and thinking about the past while he talks to the bartender: a long time friend of his. I'm thinking of not just the past, but of odd things like school work, who I'll have detail the Mercedes (MY Mercedes this time...brought and paid in full with my money, not my father's), whether or not I should honor Sakura's request to meet Rock 'I put a bowl on my head and cut until I look like Moe from the Three Stooges' Lee – and what a name by the way. Basically I'm thinking of anything and everything to keep my mind off of:

1- how much I really enjoy turning men on when they think I'm a woman

and mostly

2- how good it felt to make that red-neck, pick-um-up-truck driving blond, stiff as a proper Englishman's upper lip.

And I won't even get into how I'm NOT thinking of how his...telephone pole...felt as I slid my ass slowly on it to make it so it wouldn't be seen by the camera. That one guy from the club two months ago had a big hunk of meat between his legs; but where his was like a stretched limo, Naruto's is like a stretched bus!

Not even a week ago I was sure that Sakura was the one and only for me; but here I am done up like a walking advertisement for uninhibited sex, thinking about Naruto's cock, thinking about things being stretched, I'm looking at big handsome Arturo (who has definitely shown a sexual interest in me), looking at the guys leering at me...

was it all a lie, how I felt about her?

No...I do love her...as a friend...and I thought that would transfer right into a romantic kind of love. But now that she has the Green Goober, I just don't have it in me to want to compete or wait for her. I...I'm enjoying this new amazing thing where men desire me as a woman even when they find out I'm not one. And it's not a dress-up fetish, because I get the same arousal from it when I'm in men's clothes too. It's been that way since two months ago, I just didn't want to recognize it until recently.

"I'm not trying to offend you if you are with the man next to you, but would you like to dance?"

I'm so lost in thought that I didn't even realize that someone sat next to me until he spoke

"Oh my..." -I say in my 'girly' voice- "...well we're just friends, so of course I'll dance with you...but I can't promise I'll be good...and oh yes, I'm a man by the way"

He just smiles even wider

"I don't care about what's in front...it's about what's in back that I'm looking to get into"

And with that said...the rather dashing looking Latino grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. The best I can do is sway with the music, which makes me feel bad cause he moves like a pro. Eventually he gets behind me and we're swaying together...and I can feel him get erect...which I react to by grinding back on it. I'm thoroughly enjoying myself with the only hitch being when for a second, I imagine that it's Naruto behind me. I danced like that with about seven other guys, getting a good feel for the length and girth of each one of them. I might and probably would have danced with even more guys, and done a lot more that just danced; but around 11:00 I come to a decision, and I take Arturo by the hand and tell him to take me home...

his home that is.

-NXS-

Man what a hell of a time we had at Shino's party. Yeah, that's right...Shino...Mr. quiet and reserved partys-down like a boss when he wants to. What a great way to spend a Friday night. Correction...it's 0200 hours so technically it's Saturday morning. Well whatever...I'm sobered-up now (not that I drank a whole lot since I'm driving) so since I said my goodbyes, I make my way to the Orange Demon. As I'm pulling my keys from my pocket, a car across the street where a bunch of party-goers had to park, toots their horn and flashes their lights. I look around to see if whoever it is, is trying to get someone else's attention, but I'm the only one here. Once more: a beep and the quick on-off, on-off of headlights. Well ok...I'll just go see what this person wants. When I'm only like five steps away from the car, the headlights come on again and stay on, and then the driver's side door opens and out steps...

Haku.

And he's got on a long overcoat. Hmmmm...oddly familiar

"Hey Naruto"

"Oh hey there Haku...just get off of work?...well it's winding down but there's still steam left in that party...and a lot of booze still left too"

Lovely Haku just brushes that aside like I didn't even say anything

"I heard about this past Monday...about how you modeled with Sasuke, and I heard about what he was wearing"

I've actually been trying to not think about that guy since the photo session...but it's no use...fucker gave me wood twice!

"Oh yeah...heh...he was wearing some stuff that was like DAMN!...lacy this and mini that and..."

"Is that what you like Naruto...what will make you want me...stuff like this"

The overcoat hits the ground, and so does my tongue

Heels, thigh-highs, thong panties, garter belt, bra...all in pure white: Heaven on Earth

I'm just...beside myself and frozen in place and I've got that aware of my dick feeling going on strong

"Let's go back to my place"

"Uh...sure"