AN: I'm here and ready to go. Hope you will enjoy the adventures to come.

Chapter 50

On the day they were to enter into Saint Hilary's school, Doctor J bundled all of them into a miniature shutter together with their bundles of belongings, Quatre's the most since he was to be from the richest family. And a rather small congregation sent them off, comprising only of Doctor J, Doctor G, Master O and Sally.

The sending off ceremony was a rather pitiful one since Doctor G and Master O were still trying to finish the fake data information on each of them before their shutter reached planet L1, and Sally was actually busy with something yet to be finished in her clinic before she could set off for Tulman's hospital also set on L1. So all in all, the only one who gave a proper farewell salute was Doctor J, since he picked the shortest straw between the three Scientists, thus the one who would be the least burdened to send them off. The rest just opted to run into the base, rise up one hand and then run out before anyone could register his or her presence.

Wufei lay back against the soft padding of his seat and started sulking, crossing his arms across his chest before remembering he shouldn't since it made his fake breasts look all the more bigger.

"Why do we have to wear this ridiculous getup now?!!" he asked crossly, quickly uncrossing his hands before Duo noticed. He would never hear the end of it if he did. Lucky for him, Duo was admiring himself in a small handheld mirror, petting his brown locks into place while flattering his long eyelashes.

A shiver traveled down Wufei's spine. He was beginning to think the boy wasn't straight.

Meanwhile, Trowa and Heero were upfront, fiddling with the controls, gearing the shuttle into start off mode before setting their destination into the shuttle's computer. So the only person who heard and answered his question was Quatre. The girl, on the other hand, looked miserable. Choosing instead to look out the window into space.

"Because there's no toilet here on board," the blond calmly answered, flipping a page of his magazine. The magazine headline was: "The Woman in U".

"Besides," he continued, his eyes scanning the page, "we have a lady with us. It'll be . . . impolite to change in front of her."

"Fei!" Wufei snorted, sinking lower into his seat and crossing his legs. Thank goodness his cheongsum at least allowed him that kind of luxury.

"The day I call her a lady is the day I must have lost all my nuts," he mumbled to himself, choosing also to look angrily outside the window, wishing he was anywhere else but here.

Meanwhile, the engine purred to life and the shuttle took off, shooting towards its destination.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Principal Witherby had years of experience in dealing with spoilt rich sooty girls with all kinds of misbehaviors. But all those years of experience went down the drain when she finally met up with the girls from three supposedly, VERY wealthy family backgrounds and upbringing.

In front of her, all she could see was five misfits. Well, actually a few really predictable misfits and perhaps a lady here and there, if she looked really hard enough.

The first was definitely not a girl. Principal Witherby was pretty sure of it. In fact, the red polka dot ribbon tied around the person's head was a rather poor attempt in disguising what was definitely a guy in green singlet and black shorts.

The second had a rather masculine aura around her despite the long brown locks that reached down to her butt and the pleasant face. Sweet. That'll be what Principal Witherby would call it but definitely not wholly feminine. A shiver went down her spine the longer she looked at this girl with her unique violet eyes. Sweet and strangely pretty, yes. But also a feeling of hidden danger.

The fourth was a sulky little Chinese girl who didn't look at all happy with where she was. In fact, if it wasn't for the large chest and shapely form the cheongsum gave her, Principal Witherby would have easily mistaken her for a guy. It was the determined jaw line that gave this girl a rather . . . handsome look than an ordinary girl's look. And sadly, the other Chinese girl standing beside her, obviously her sister, looked rather plain in comparison, not to mention the figure was lacking whereas her sister was not. Principal Witherby shook her head sadly. The gene pool had an amazing way of favoring one sibling over the other.

Only the third girl was a perfect specimen of a child that only wealthy people should have. Principal Witherby allowed herself a small smile. The young girl's lovely face, coupled with her long flowing blond hair and cornflower blue eyes was a perfect picture of delicacy only found in those rich and famous families. However, even this perfect specimen had a flaw. In fact, her flaw was also the flaw of the other four girls.

Principal Witherby lost her smile and frowned.

All five girls were covered in mud. And they came in tracking mud over her newly polished marble floor. Principal Witherby sighed inwardly. She would have to pay extra to the polishers to get the mud off her floor before the new teacher came in that afternoon.

"Can you tell me why you're so late?" she asked and was pleasantly surprised when the mousy plain Chinese girl spoke: "Please madam, our shuttle miscalculated and landed two kilometers off track from the school."

Nodding her head understandably, even though it was still a puzzle to her how the girls got so muddy all over, she resumed her seat behind her desk.

"I guess tracking through the forest must be a painstaking task," she commented and switched on her computer screen.

"Now, tell me who you are." she addressed the first, turning her attention to the computer located on the right side of her desk.

"Helen, Identity Code 2891" came the abrupt reply. Principal Witherby frowned. This girl was obviously a boy with her lack of mannerism. Never mind the softer quality of voice unlike the harsh deep tones of a male but at this age, Principal Witherby had heard of cases where some boys' voices did not break till the age of 21.

With a few expert clicks of her mouse, she accessed the database and located Helen's particulars.

"You are Helen Raceland, am I correct?" she asked, disbelief clear on her face. The family wealth amounted to twenty-five million dollars worth in asset and stock trade alone. The family also owned a small luxury space cruiser worth about 2 million dollars.

"Yes."

"Hmm . . ." Principal Witherby was having doubts. The photograph of the girl was uncannily the same. Even right down to the red polka dot ribbon, green singlet and black shorts. Principal Witherby had experiences of boys trying to get into her school as girls. And some of those perverts were living right across the schoolyard, learning and residing in their brother school Saint Edwin. Principal Witherby could feel her blood start to boil.

'Only one solution for this!' she thought, her hand pulling out a drawer underneath her desk and extracting out a white form.

"Here," she said, giving Heero a sickly sweet smile, "I need you to bring that to the clinic next door. The doctor should be with you in five minutes. I heard her journey was a bit delayed."

Heero took the form silently but his expression was stony.

"What is this for?" he asked, eyeing the form suspiciously.

"Why, they are checks that the doctor has to go through. They are to check you're healthy by a blood test and physical check."

"Phy . . . physical check?" Heero stuttered, feeling his knees go weak at the same time.

"Of course," Principal Witherby answered calmly. "You can't expect me not to check the gender of our students. This is an all girls' school! I have the dignity and innocence of my students to protect. We've had quite a few cases of such things happening. In fact, all of you have to be inspected."

Then with a small gesture of the hand, she pointed out the door that led to the clinic.

"Now if you please hurry, I have better things to do than talk to you all day," she said, bringing the conversation to an end.

Jess watched as Heero heaved his mud-splattered luggage in one hand, clutching the form in the other and walking through the god-forbidden door, pausing only to shoot a death-glare at Principal Witherby before closing the door firmly behind him.

"Oh man, we're done for," she heard Duo whisper to Quatre and prayed hard for a miracle.