The young cashier came over to Sakura to tell her it was time to go. The fast food joint was closing for the night.

Sakura hadn't realized it had gotten so late. She sat up straight and cleaned up her surroundings. The cashier laughed saying Sakura didn't have to clean up. That it was her job.

The girl had a light blush when she interacted with Sakura. When Sakura stood up and slid from the booth, the girl became even shyer.

"Umm," she said, her voice soft. "Can I give you my number?"

Sakura became wide eye and even found herself blushing. She rubbed her neck and shook her head.

"I'm not looking for a relationship." Sakura exclaimed

The girl shook her head. "That's okay...we can...just have fun."

Sakura became more bright than her hair. She hadn't had sex in about twelve to thirteen years. She hadn't been aroused for years, and wasn't sure if she could even get it up as a man. What would she think about: Sasuke, he didn't do it for her anymore. Who else was there? When you live your life for one person for so long, one forgets those who've been around for them years priors.

Sakura shook her head and was honest with the girl. "I won't be able to perform very well."

She threw the keys to the side when she came home to her apartment. Her apartment...she had a house once, before she destroyed it because her daughter asked numerous questions about Sakura's loveless marriage that eventually got Sakura angry.

Thank goodness for Sasuke, "Of course I love your mother or you wouldn't be here." It was enough and it was true after all. They did love each other...just...more platonically than originally desired.

She walked to the restroom and took her clothes off about to get in the shower. She threw her shirt to the hamper along with her slacks and briefs. The water started to steam the restroom.

Before the mirror was covered in steam, Sakura stared at her male form in the mirror. She looked at the appendage between her legs and thought back to the cashier's proposition.

All kinds of imagery came in her mind with Sasuke. Nothing, not even a twitch. She sighed and just began to think of everyday life of this and that.

She thought about her childhood, her missions, hanging and laughing, and arguing with Ino. Sakura smiled to herself thinking of Ino. She would have to apologize for being so blunt with her that evening. Her eyes became soft when she remembed Ino being content with her life and marriage. Ino looked great and happy. The outfit she wore suited her well. Ino's figure-

It jumped.

Sakura looked down and saw she was semi hard. Scared, Sakura stepped into the shower in a rush, almost falling. She ducked her head under the water and closed her eyes.

The last time she thought about Ino in that way was, was, was, was when they were kids. It was innocent then. Then Sasuke came to distract her and those thoughts were over riden.

She felt like she was having a panic attack but the erection was gone. With a sigh of relief, Sakura released the jutsu and began to wash her woman form.

Later that night, Sakura had a dream she was being intimate with Ino in her male jutsu. Her body switched back to a woman and Ino threw a fit and started hitting her.

When Sakura awoke that Saturday morning, she ran her fingers through her hair. It would have been 'bad' for Sakura to leave Sasuke, now it would be worst if she fell for her best friend. No matter how much Naruto wanted to make Konoha progressive, the Elders he had to answer to were still traditional and conservative.

"There was a time things were so easy...I need stop thinking about her like that. Focus on medicine and the hospital."

Sakura got out of bed to start the day.

...

Ino and Sai walked from the club the next Friday night. They were arm and arm with Sai a bit down and blue.

"Awe come on, Sai, maybe next time." Ino said.

"None of the guys in that club had big dicks. I'm heading out for a mission Monday with Sasuke. I was hoping to get lucky."

Ino patted his chest and the two walked on into the night. They came across the burger joint and Sai stopped in his tracks. Ino was pulled by force back into him. Annoyed, she called out his name but saw he was staring at something. She followed his eyes, and saw he was looking at Sakura in her jutsu. His mouth was agape.

"Now he has a big dick!" Sai said in amazement.

"Umm," Ino pulled her husband. "That man, I don't think that's a good idea. He's a bit...depressed. Let's leave him."

"But-"

"Come on!" Ino pulled her husband away from the sight he was seeing.

Sitting in the fast food joint was Sakura in the same booth she was at last week and all the weeks prior. She ate her apple pie and afterwards, she left to walk home toward her apartment.

As she walked on deciding to walk in the park, she noticed something she never saw before. It was a group of men playing with an orange ball, split into two teams, throwing the ball into two different hoops.

"What is that?" It must have been some kind of sport but curiosity got the best of her. She walked to the black top and sat in one of the many bleachers. Many people were in the park watching the game.

A ball went out of bounce and rolled toward Sakura. She got up just as one of the players ran her way.

"Damn, you're tall as fuck." The man said in an accent. He sounded like he was from the west from one of the newer nations that formed after the 4th Shinobi War.

"What game is this?"

"Basketball, a game from the west." He looked Sakura up and down. "Hey, you wanna play? We're short one."

"Ummm..."

Sakura was led to the black top. To start the game quickly, they went over the basics with Sakura. Basics like to not dribble the ball above the waste, to not carry the ball known as traveling, and not to physically make contact with another team while they attempted a shot, which would be a foul.

Thinking she understood, the game began. She was good. Sakura was able to shoot two and three pointers. Because of her height, she was able to get the ball more easily, and she was able to dunk. Throughout the night, wherever they placed Sakura: center, forward, point guard, etc, she excelled in it.

After the game was won, Sakura was drenched in sweat, excited, and running her fingers through her hair. That was fun! Her mind was off of things, she was relaxed, even happy. Maybe, maybe she just needed a hobby. Since Sasuke was her hobby when young, having him in marriage meant she had no identity outside of him. No wondered Sarada looked so down on her.

"Hey," the same guy that dragged her to the blacktop, ran up to her. "We play here every Friday night. It's fun. Get your mind off things."

"Yeah."

"See what we're wearing, get some for yourself." He was about to turn when he faced back to her. "Oh yeah," he said with a smile. "Get yourself a girl." He nodded his head behind Sakura and winked. When she turned to see what he was referring to, she saw the women gushing over Sakura. A sweat drop came over Sakura's head. So much for just wanting to be unseen.