AN: This was written as a drabble request, and if you have seen the image of Trowa and Quatre is a school uniform looking like girls this was the twisted inspiration. However, the boys are still very much boys

"This is ridiculous," Trowa muttered, trying to get his legs closed with castrating himself. It was posing a more difficult problem than he expected.

Quatre was staring in a mirror, for some reason, applying blush. When Trowa turned to him, Quatre looked guiltily about and murmured, "I did have twenty nine sisters, they - "

"Yes, Quatre?"

It was at the stage that Quatre no longer needed blush. "They liked dressing me up. I was their human doll." He sighed, looking melodramatically at his knees.

Perhaps he should have felt sorry for the blond, but it was too damn funny. Trowa snickered. Quatre gave him a dirty look, and slowly raised three fingers. "Read between the lines, Trowa, read between the lines," he said carefully.

"I still don't see," Trowa started again, "Why it had to be Quatre and I. Wufei and Duo both have longer hair," he added, staring at the trouser clad legs of Wufei and Duo with a decidedly disturbing stare.

Wufei coughed and crossed his legs, feeling all too aware of his crotch. "You too look more feminine," he snapped. "It was vital for the mission to infiltrate an all girl's school, to protect Miss Relena..." He stopped, suddenly aware of what he had said.

There was a pause, a moment of silence as his comment was heard and taken in.

A snap of broken plastic was heard as Quatre broke the blusher with his hand, before whirling around from the mirror, in a half crouch, the jagged end of the blusher raised above his head.

"What did you say?"

Trowa stood up, and through he was momentarily impeded by the folds of his skirt, it was an impressive sight.

"Um..." Wufei, the excellent orator so eloquently espoused.

"Bastard," Quatre said, "It's the real men who can wear a skirt and be assured in their masculinity, than those that are still hung on gender roles."

"Plus," Trowa added, "You know not the pains of a wax."

Picking up a tube of lipstick, Quatre smirked, "I'm going to enjoy those group showers, Wufei, just for you." He sighed lustily, "Young, nubile girls..."

Wufei was suddenly aware of another reason to cross his legs.