The Beginning: Kurama the Cross-Dresser!

"You called me, Koenma sir?" I asked, a bit sleepily since it was nearly midnight and I had been sleeping soundly.

"Yes Kurama. I need you to go undercover, this time in America." Koenma said as he attempted to see over a towering pile of papers that was augmented every few seconds from a hole in the ceiling. I yawned widely, and then said,

"I've never been to America, it should be very interesting. Who, or what, am I going undercover as?" I asked warily.

"We-ell," the Lord started, breaking up the word into two smaller ones, "you have to go undercover as a high school student…"

"And? There must be a catch, there's always a catch."

"We-ell," the Lord repeated, "you have to go undercover as a female high school student."

"No. I absolutely refuse. I've been a demon lord, and that was ok. I've been a peasant in a revolution, and I could deal with that too. I've been a secretary, a guard, a villain, a…a…I can't even recall all that I've done for you, but I draw the line as cross-dressing.

"Come now Kurama, this is really important. Besides, you know the rewards that I give you when you take on special missions," Koenma wheedled.

"Hmm," I thought out loud, recalling the riches, the reduction of working hours, and the land that was now his. "I will if I must," I spat, "but I expect to be well-rewarded for this little scheme."

"Nearly anything in my vaults you can have," Koenma answered.

"I want the tree that produces the fruit of the past life and the rest of the gang to go with me," I stated with a decisive look in my eye that said that there was not going to be any negotiation.

"Very well," the young lord said, inwardly groaning at the amount of money that was going to cost.

"Now Kurama, please join Botan in her quarters, she will be helping to prepare you for this mission," the chibi lord said as he settled back into his plush chair, "Oh, and these are for later." He said as he handed me two small medicine bottles. I nodded and exited with a small bow.

I quickly ascended the flight of stairs to the Reaper's room. Politely, I rapped the door. "Come in," Botan half sang from the depths of her room. Kurama slowly opened the door to Botan's room. For once, I ignored the bright blue walls with the fluffy pink clouds with kittens on them because a mountainous heap of assorted clothing and make-up was teetering on her bed. "Why, good night, or is it good morning, Kurama. I heard about your mission earlier and I started to find some appropriate disguises. Let's just try some out!" she said in her bubbly manner. Oh what have I gotten myself into? I wondered abjectly. Never ever again will I make a deal with that runt of a Lord, Koenma he thought as Botan measured out a bright pink skirt to my trim waist.

"Hmm," Botan hummed meditatively as she held up a form-fitting top to my torso. "My, your waist is so tiny," she chirped, "You won't have to wear a corset! But, you do need a chest, so…" she trailed off and delved into the depths of her vortex of a closet. "Ah, here it is," the bluenette sang as she held up what appeared to be a padded bra. Note to self, next time Koenma asks me to go on a "top secret mission" -refuse.

"And…I think I have it!" Botan cried through a swirl of cloth that suddenly appeared hurricane-like around my body with no discernable points of recognition. "There, look at the mirror," the ferry-woman said as she not so gently propelled the poor, stunned kitsune towards the mirrored lengths of her closet door. My long-fingered graceful hands flew to my cheeks in surprise as I stared at the lovely girl before me, dressed in a flowing, velvety green floor-length skirt and deep blue iridescent sleeveless corset top. Her hair was set in a high ponytail atop her head with the exception of the few curly locks that escaped it. Her make-up, done in shades of green and blue, set off lovely emerald eyes.

"Is that…me?" I asked hesitantly, "when did the make-up, and the hair, and the clothes appear?"

"It's a girl's trick," Botan said with a sly smile and a wink. "Well, come on, I have to whisk you off to America," Botan said as she started walking towards the door, shouldering her oar. "Come on Kurama, let's go," she said as she walked out of her door and through the main hallway.

He, or is it she, shrugged and followed her down the hallway. Just as the duo were about to leave whom but our favorite detective waltzed dreamily down the hall.

"Hey Botan…and hello gorgeous," Yusuke said, tone altering after he saw Kurama. The poor kitsune blushed, and Yusuke, misinterpreting as usual, took the opportunity to sidle closer.

"So, would you like to see a movie sometime," the gel dominated teen asked in a husky tone obviously meant to impress.

"Not now Yusuke, Kurama has an important mission to undertake!" Botan said as she tapped her left foot rapidly.

"What? Kurama?" Yusuke asked, momentarily distracted from the pretty "girl" before him. Just as I was about to open my mouth to defend myself, and perhaps lecture him on the dangers of double-crossing Keiko, Botan interjected. "Kurama, there!" Botan said exasperatedly as she gestured at the red haired beauty.

"Kurama?" Yusuke asked. His blush deepened as Yusuke started howling with laughter. "Kura…you'll never live this down," he chortled as he ran down the hall banging on doors, spreading the news. If I live through this mission I swear to Inari, Loki, and whatever other god happens to be listening that I will kill Yusuke Urameshi, Koenma, and anyone who says even one word about this I swore to myself as I walked out the exit as "Kathryn" new exchange student at Valley High.

I was extremely disappointed when I found out that the others wouldn't have to go as females. Hiei would have point blank murdered the Demi-God of Death and I could only imagine what Yuske and Kuwabara would do if left alone in a girls locker room. Just after reaching these conclusions, the group had been teleported to their new, American home.

Our favorite gang of misfits was stationed in a two bedroom town home just off a park and man-made lake in the loft B (ground floor on the right). All the rooms were lined with wall-to-wall peach carpeting and the white walls and furniture were enough to make anyone feel like they were in a waiting room pondering the results of their chemo.

Yuske and Kuwabara were sharing a room, Hiei would be sleeping on the pull out couch, and I was to get the largest bedroom and adjoining bathroom all to my perfect self; I had yet to understand the reasoning behind this…that is…until Botan showed up.

"Howdy, Kur-uahhh, I mean Kathryn… Here. I brought you something; just make sure to follow the instructions. Tee-hee," Botan giggled before whirling out her oar and flying out the window and back to the Reikai where everything was safe and full of warm, moist, blueberry muffins. I looked at the medicine bottle full of pink liquid and the other of blue liquid and read the tag on the bottles.

Prozac: 1 Tsb. every 30 days and wait 45 seconds for effects to take place. Reverse effects with Testosterone in a Bottle.

Testosterone in a Bottle: reverses effects of Prozac. Take 1 ½ Tsb. And wait 22 seconds before Testosterone in a Bottle will take effect.

Well, bottoms up… I thought as I took a swig from the bottle. So, I sat and waited…then I felt a twinge. Wait…did I say twinge! I meant no such thing. If twinge is the right word then it needs to be redefined because twinge definitely doesn't come close to the indescribable pain of your balls shrinking and moving inside your body along with your penis and transforming in the female sex organs while your pectoral muscles decided to grow into small mild ducts. Oww…

Twinge

A sharp, sudden physical pain. See Synonyms at pain.

A mental or emotional pain: a twinge of guilt.

Synonyms:

ache, bite, gripe, pang, pinch, prick, shiver, smart, spasm, stitch, throb, throe, tic, tweak, twist, twitch