Hello again to Aphrael, Ayako and A Spell ^_^ *runs off to glomp Hope* OMG!! Naldiin!! I knew you were gonna read, but I didn't think you'd actually review!! XD Thanks, man!! To Shy…… I never thought of that with the bathroom… But I don't think it's gonna happen… *is still laughing her head off anyway* Yes, I'm probably not gonna make fun of Omi, but there might be a lot of girl-bashing jokes ^^;; Miisa, Erm, that's exactly what I was thinking when I made this, s'why I was talking about being flamed.

And now, I am here to present an award to Misaki for being the first to mention our beloved long-haired, wacky scientist. Once again, I reassure you they are not the same person, however, I should probably already say that though this target dude is mine, Matsushita-sensei owns the original character. Thanks to everyone else too.

No matter what, I still believe I'm still a total weirdo, I'm sure of it. No wait… That's right… I'm the normal one. It's the rest of the world that are weirdos.

Anyway, because of this plot, Omi shall henceforth be referred to as a 'she' in narration. Within dialogue, it would depend if the character forgets or is used to it or whatever.

Chapter 1

It took a while longer to revive the brunette. When he was awake and they were sure that noone else was going to pass out, they began to rethink the situation.

Omi was pacing back and forth in front of them. Everyone couldn't help staring at her, staring at the wonders that had been done to her body.

Each of the three others had probably imagined before what it would be like if Omi was a girl. It couldn't be helped, Omi was probably the most feminine of all of them, if not, then Ran.

They all had thought of more or less the same thing. Omi would make a very cute girl: adorable, cheerful, with wide blue eyes, pale skin, and honey blonde locks. This girl would be slender and thin, not too curvy, and most probably slightly flat-chested. She'd pass off for a regular schoolgirl that guys would like for her sweetness.

But the girl that was walking back and forth in front of them was different from what they had thought of. Omi's eyes and face were still the same, but 'his' features had become smoother, lips fuller and red, lashes long and thick. Her hair was just a little longer, framing her delicate face in a quaint, lovely way. Though the voice was still the same, it was slightly higher, and could pass for a young girl or boy.

Not only that, Omi was curvy. Her waist had thinned out, and her hips were wider. She remained the same height, her neck was delicate, her shoulders narrower and more feminine. She retained some muscle, though her arms were more slender, as were her long legs.

And of course…

There were the breasts……

And the ass………

Weiss silently decided then and there.

Omi did not make a cute, sweet and adorable girl.

Omi made a beautiful, well-endowed, incredibly attractive and desirable girl.

Omi suddenly stopped in her pacing and looked up at her companions. Her eyes widened in shock before she stomped over and hit both Ken and Yohji on their heads.

"Would you guys stop staring at my chest?!!"

She sighed and turned around. She gasped and her eyes widened.

"Oh my god! Aya-kun!! You too?!!"

Ran turned the slightest shade of red and looked away.

"Wh-what can I say, Omi?" Yohji grinned, lopsidedly. "It's… It's a nice pair of breasts."

"OH GOD!! Yohji-kun!! I did NOT need to hear you say that!!"

"Wow…" was all Ken could utter.

"Ken-kun!!"

Omi groaned and plopped into a chair, burying her face in her hands. "As if it wasn't bad enough that I got turned into a girl in the first place… I have to be living and working in the same building as three perverts!! How does Aya-chan do it?!!"

"Simple…" Yohji said. "If any of us try to make a move, it's 'hello! Nice to meet you Mr. Katana!"

Ran shot him a warning glance.

Yohji rolled his eyes, "Not that I was planning on making a move on your sister!"

Omi groaned again and leaned back. Unfortunately, she still sat like a guy, with arms spread out, legs far apart and chest held high.

Yohji whistled.

Ken felt blood running down his nose.

Ran politely looked away.

Omi looked up again.

"GUYS!! STOP STARING AT ME ALREADY!!"

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Ken and Yohji were both holding their heads. Omi apparently had a very mean punch. Ken had somehow found cotton and had stuffed his nose with it. Unfortunately, the cotton had already soaked up more blood and was needing some replacing soon (proving him a big pervert).

Ran was still downstairs as well. Omi absolutely prohibited them from leaving until she found out what had happened to her. Ran wasn't happy.

Omi had transferred to the computer, researching on their beloved 'W. Yutaka'. The only sound in the room came from the clacking at a keyboard and the soft clicking of the mouse. Once in a while, there was a soft sigh in frustration or an angered groan.

Finally, the others heard the sound of the chair rolling back, a triumphant yet somewhat anguished cry from Omi, and the soft padding of feet coming toward them again.

A wad of papers was thrown down on the table in front of them while Omi scowled.

"Apparently, our friend, Yutaka had some weird obsession with making a gender-changing formula. And I happen to be the lucky one who became the guinea pig for the actual working product."

"So… Is there a cure?" Ken asked.

Omi flashed a glare in his direction. She stomped over, and leaned in front of him so that they were face to face. Unfortunately for Ken, this gave him a very nice view he found himself staring at something other than Omi's face.

"Thank you, Ken-kun, for reminding me of my darned luck! If there was a cure, we've probably already killed off the only guy who knew of it!!"

Omi shook a finger at Ken with every other word. Unfortunately for Ken, that wasn't the only part of Omi shaking… or bouncing…

Ken needed a new set of cotton.

"You know, Omi," Yohji put in. "If you shake those things even more in Ken's face, he's going to become anemic."

Omi stopped. She looked down. She looked up at Ken.

"Ken-kun!! You're an absolute pervert!!"

The next thing Ken could see was stars.

Omi had stomped away, and was pacing again, shuddering angrily. Suffice to say, Yohji was enjoying himself. Ken was still blanked out from the most recent punch Omi had given him. Ran was still politely looking away.

Yohji had a smirk on his face while he watched Omi, "What are you planning on doing?"

Omi turned to them and growled a bit. "I'm going to contact Manx. We need to tell Kritiker… This is going to complicate our missions, so they have a right to know. And maybe they can find some sort of antidote for me."

"And what until then?" was Ran.

Omi sighed. "We cope, I guess…" she looked back down at herself and groaned again. "Cope a lot…"

She plopped back down into a chair, this time folding her arms across her chest and keeping her knees together and ankles crossed. "We should get some rest… We've still got to open tomorrow."

"Looks like we'll have to come up with some kind of story to tell the girls." Yohji mused.

"I guess that's easy enough. I could be my relative or something…"

Ken had regained his consciousness, sweatdropping. "An identical cousin?"

"Now that's just dumb, Ken-kun…"

"I was just about to say that."

"I'm trying, okay?!"

"Omi?"

"Hai, Aya-kun?"

Ran looked blankly at him, "Are we going to tell Aya-chan?"

There was another long silence.

In which, Omi's eyes widened and she fell out of the chair, sprawling a bit on the floor. Ken's nose exploded again and Yohji made another loud whistle. Ran sighed.

Omi glared at the other two, then turned to Ran. "I-I suppose so… Sh-she has a right to know too…"

"Aa…" Ran nodded, starting to think about how to break it to his sister.

Omi had sat up better again, keeping her legs crossed and glaring at Ken and Yohji. "Let's go up. I think we all really deserve some rest… Aya-kun…"

Violet eyes glanced up and acknowledged her.

"We can tell Aya-chan in the morning… Somehow…"

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Omi and Yohji bid goodbye to their other two teammates as Ken and Ran moved one floor higher to their own rooms. Ran, as always, was eager to go up to his sister and show her that they were fine. Ken was just mumbling about girls and friends and blood transplants. Before he left, he took one last long good look at Omi while she was talking to Yohji.

And because of that last long good look, Ken went upstairs to his room with yet another bruise on his head.

"Ken-kun… baka…" Omi muttered as she cracked her knuckles.

Yohji just smirked a little, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think he liked you."

"Yohji-kun… You're a baka too…"

"Come on, Omi… He was flooding the floor with his blood down there…"

"Oh shut up…" Omi grumbled as she started for her flat. "We're both guys…" she gave him a meaningful look. "And we're both straight…"

"Yeah…" Yohji was still smirking. "But you're a girl now…"

Omi groaned and threw up her arms, "That doesn't change anything!! I may look like a girl now… But I'm still a male with male preferences!!" She glared at him and shook her finger, angrily. "And don't you forget that either!!"

"Damn. It was so convenient too… We live right next to each other…"

"Yohji-kun!! If you so much as leer at me, much less try to touch me, I am switching rooms with Ken-kun!!"

"Funny you mentioned Ken-ken again… Maybe you can live with him…" Yohji waggled his eyebrows.

The blush creeping up Omi's cheeks was inevitable, "Yohji-kun!!"

"But won't you reconsider, Omittchi? Stay here with me, rather than with Ken? After all…" There was a smirk on the blonde playboy's face. "You just recently turned 18…"

"Oh gods, Yohji-kun!!! I am never speaking to you again!!!"

With that final shriek from Omi, she stomped into her apartment and slammed the door as Yohji just howled with laughter.

Groaning loudly, Omi ran for her bed and tackled it. She blinked at the uncomfortable feel of her chest, groaned again and turned over on her back. Even now, she could hear Yohji laughing from the next room. She moaned and covered her face with her hands and curled up into a ball.

"These are going to be the longest days of my life…"

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Whee… Notice how I call Yotan 'Yohji' here and 'Yoji' in Midsummer? I guess I just never got around to switching it over there… = /

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