Oh god, horrible me for starting another story! Though, really, this is supposed to be a one shot. Well, it was meant to be one when I started it but I doubt it's going to stay that way. Don't expect constant updates on this or good updates – I'm going to use this story to kill my writer's block.

Enjoy XP

There was something terribly wrong with the situation but for the life of him, Axl couldn't figure out what it was. Every since he had woken up something felt… off… it wasn't the posters on his wall ( Backstreet Boys and NSync - Zero must have broken in during the night and put them up ), it wasn't the clothing that he was wearing ( a pink nightshirt that only went down to his mid-thigh - generally he wore boxers to bed ), it was… it was…

Hmm. Something that needed to be pondered after breakfast. Shucking the shirt off, Axl grabbed a tee shirt and pants. He had wanted to wear boxers but they seemed to be missing. Zero was having far too much fun in his room at night. It was almost a bit disturbing. Not only must the blond have taken all of his underclothing he had left the teenager frilly pink panties. No, sorry, he'd rather go commando than wear them.

The walk to the mess hall wasn't far, though Axl did receive a few odd looks. Mostly in the general direction of his chest. Why? What the hell was wrong with everyone today? Shrugging it off as the result of either too much drinking or a bribe from Zero he grabbed a tray, plopped a few random selections of food down ( far too early in the morning to be making difficult decisions like what to eat but nooo, they had to get up so early… grumble grumble ), and moseyed on down to where Zero, X, Pallette, Layer, and Alia were eating.

Alia's eyes widened when she saw him. Pallette started choking on a piece of toast. Layer's jaw dropped. X fainted. Zero started laughing maniacally. Ignoring the five of them Axl sat down and started munching on his bagel. There was cream cheese to put on it but, yet again, the kitchen crew had left it out overnight and now it was warm and sweaty. Quite nasty when you opened it and yellow liquid was pooled on top. No thank you, he'd skip on it today.

Layer was the first to gather her wits enough to question the boy. "Um, Axl… are you feeling okay?" The orange-haired teen nodded rather energetically and shoved the rest of the bagel into his mouth. He was beginning to wake up more now that there was food in his stomach. There still was something wrong. Just what was it? "Did you… look at yourself today?"

Now Axl paused, cup in hand and midway to his mouth. No, he hadn't. There wasn't a mirror in his room and since he had showered the night before there had been no reason to go into the bathroom. Shaking his head, the teen slowly lowered the cup back down to the table and gave Layer a suspicious look. "Why? What did Zero do to me now?"

"Hey, I did not do this!" The blond slammed his fist down onto the table, causing the numerous plates and cups to rattle. One particularly full cup of hot coffee tipped over and fell into X's lap, reawakening the brunette. "I really wish I could take the credit for this but no, I had absolutely no part in this!... except for the panties. I did do the panties."

Alia stared at him, raising an eyebrow.

"… okay, and the poster. And the nightshirt… But I didn't do this!"

"Just what exactly is 'this' that you're all referring to?" Growing rather annoyed, Axl crossed his arms and leaned back. Something soft and squishy was being painfully pressed against his chest. Looking down, he noticed two… lumps. Lumps that almost looked like they could be breasts. They felt like breasts – so he had experimented once or twice with his DNA copy ability. Can you really blame him? But he wasn't in a copy form. This was his body. So he couldn't possibly have breasts now. "… Zero, what did you do to me?"

"I didn't do that!"

Pallette and Alia managed to grab the teen before he ( she? ) leapt across the table to strangle the blond hunter. X grabbed Zero's arm and forcibly dragged him out of the room. Layer shook her head and wondered for the umpteenth time 'Why do I work here? I could've had a respectable job at KFC but no, go out and see the world, talk to interesting people, meet a nice boy… I hope you're rotting in hell mum'.

Fifteen minutes later Axl found himself sitting on a lab table, rubbing his arm from where Alia had drawn blood. Yes, he most definitely did have breasts… among some other things that had suddenly appeared on his body. There were a few that had gone away as well, which did explain why he wasn't so uncomfortable without boxers on. There was nothing wagging loose down there.

"Okay Axl, from our analysis of your blood-"

"You analyzed it that quickly?"

Pallette blinked, her train of thought lost after the interruption. "Um… yes. Yes we did. We have fancy machines that do it for us… oh, anyways, yes! Stop interrupting me." The small girl cleared her throat and drew herself up to her full height, an unimpressive 5'1". "Because you are a New Generation Prototype your DNA copy ability is highly unstable. This means that you can't keep your form for long periods of time and that the DNA you gather can leak out into your own DNA."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning some alien DNA mixed with your DNA and, uh… turned you into a girl. And we don't think there's any way we can reverse it."