Firehedgehog: Oh dear. Might you need a pillow now?

Somebody: Hmm, Lumine. Not a bad idea. If you haven't gotten it by now this is all mostly… made up on the spot. I have a very very vague and general outline as to how I want this to end but… that's it

Yeah, so much for no constant updates o.O

Well, I believe my note to Somebody sums what I wanted to say up nicely. Enjoy!

"Stupid frickin' hermaphrodite running around Hunter's headquarters…" Grumbling to herself, Alice followed Marino into the clothing store. Victoria's secret. Somebody shoot her now, please. Yes she did need bras and panties ( there was no way in hell she was going to wear the ones Zero had left her ) but why here of all places? What if someone appeared who knew her and recognized her? She didn't look all that different now. Oh god, they would tell everyone on base and-

"MARINO!" Alice nearly jumped out of her skin. Eyes widening, she glanced around panickedly to see just who was talking. The person hadn't addressed her, of course, but if they came over to talk with Marino then they might recognize her and of god why did her voice not change?

The ex-thief didn't seem to share Alice's concern. Grinning broadly – this was the most she had smiled in weeks! – she turned and waved to the speaker. "Hey Cinnamon, come over here! I need your opinion."

Alice grabbed Marino's arm, forcing it down. "What the hell are you doing?" She hissed.

"Well with your complexion I'm not sure if we should go for a lighter, more pastel color or with a dark one. Plus we have to factor in the orange hair and, I mean, that leaves you with some reds, blacks, yellows… and white. Maybe brown if you can find a good shade. That's really it."

"… You need to have my underwear match!" She would have yelled much more at Marino but Cinnamon came over then. The nurse hadn't changed much in the years that had passed since the Rebellion uprising. She was still cheerful, still innocent, still childish and painfully naive, still…

Holy shit. What was that about being childish? Alice's eyes widened again and her jaw drop. Cinnamon had left with Professor Guadile after the uprising to start a new laboratory, this one dedicated to helping the public. Marino had gone off to visit her several times but Alice had never found the time for more than a phone call, especially not with the Orbital Elevator incident. She had assumed she would look the same – Marino certainly did.

Cinnamon most certainly did not. She still wore her nurse's uniform but it was like comparing a child to an adult. It wasn't just like that, it was comparing a child to an adult. Cinnamon, like Axl, was a New Generation Prototype, though instead of having a copy ability she could create Force Metal. That meant that, like herself, Cinnamon would age ( up until a certain point – there was no reason for the reploids to grow 'old' ). Instead of being the familiar girl of 10 or 11 she was now a woman of 20 and… wow.

Why god, why? Why must you show me this after cursing me with a woman's body?

"Marino, hi! Who's your friend?" Even her voice had matured which explained why Alice hadn't recognized her immediately. Walking over them and leaning down ( why must everyone be taller than her? ) Cinnamon peered into her face. "I'd say she looks a bit like Axl…"

"She is Axl."

"… is he in copy form?"

"No." Sighing, Alice looked down at her shoes ( black chucks – male or female she was not changing her choice of footwear, though this pair was now a little big ). "Something happened with my copy ability. It revolted against me or something and my own DNA was changed and… and now I'm a woman." Something odd happened then. Her throat felt like a lump was forming on the inside and the corner of her eyes began to burn. "Alia, Layer, and Pallette are working on it but they have no clue how this happened, so…" The feelings intensified and, with horror, Alice realized what was happening: She was beginning to cry.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Cinnamon hugged Alice tightly, pressing her face into her chest. Okay, so she still was innocent and childlike in mind. Not in body, but definitely in mind. "So you're stuck as a girl now? I'm sure they'll find some way to reverse it soon."

Oh I hope so. Marino's going to kill me if I try to make a move on you like this.

"Yup, he's stuck as a she. Alice now, not Axl. We're off trying to pick out some good clothing, starting with the essentials. Which was why I called you over here." The nurse let go of Alice - much to the orange-haired girl's regret - and straightened, looking at Marino. "You see, I just can't figure out what color would compliment her the most…"

"Yellow. Maybe some red. Definitely not black; with her skin tone it would make her look like the living dead. Same with brown. White's… a little boring but it would probably be good to have some of that too." Alice's eye twitched hearing that. I'm not going to start talking like that too, am I? Noo, I don't want to be a woman! "We could always bleach and dye her hair a different color, too."

"What! No!" Clutching her hands over her head, Alice backed away from the two girls. "You're not doing that to me! No way!"

"Actually, it makes a lot of sense." Putting her hands on her hips, Marino eyed Alice appraisingly. "You look way too much like Axl and I'm sure you don't want that. With some hair dye, maybe a hair cut… and some practice speaking a bit more falsetto… You could actually be Alice. Which is your goal right now, unless you want everyone at Hunter's to know you as the boy-turned-girl."

Alice whimpered. "But… but…"

"I'm thinking a light pink."

"NO!"