A/N: Sorry it took me a few days to get this one out. It just wasn't coming together the right way. I even had a good chunk of it written before I scrapped it all and started over. I'm moderately pleased with this version though, so I hope you enjoy.

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P.S. I did change my name. I figured it was time to use my pen name instead of my standard user name. But it's still me! Westwest08

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Sailor Moon and all characters belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

Mamoru

Beep beep beep beep beep

I was not ready to wake up. My hand shot out of my blanket fortress to disarm the unwelcome intrusion on my dreams. I slammed down hard on the top of the alarm, knowing this should give me another fifteen minutes. Which I desperately needed.

It had been a rough night. At around 12:30 am, I had been forced from my bed, still half asleep, by that familiar gnawing in my stomach. She had transformed and my duty was summoning me to her side in battle. And a nasty battle it had been, too. Each of the five Sailor Senshi had taken serious blows by the time I had arrived and I just barely managed to rescue Sailor Moon before she was ripped in half by the monster.

These things were getting stronger, uglier, and altogether more difficult to vanquish. Something wasn't right. We simply did not have enough power to go on like this, narrowly evading defeat night after night by the skin of our teeth. I had watched in the past as the Senshi miraculously grew in strength to meet each new threat, as if imbued with the necessary power ups from some other-worldly force. But it didn't seem to be coming this time. If things continued like this, pretty soon Sailor Moon was going to have her ass handed to her. And I wouldn't be able to save her.

I stretched my sore muscles, still healing from the strenuous night, before settling further beneath the covers and falling back asleep.

Bang bang bang bang

That wasn't my alarm. That was the door. Who could be inside my apartment? The thought drifted lazily around my brain as my body pulled me back toward the edge of sleep.

"You were supposed to be up an hour ago! You're going to be late for school!"

Huh? Why didn't my alarm go off again? The much needed sleep had such a strong hold over my body that my mind wasn't even asking the questions it should have been. Like who the hell is this lady in my apartment waking me up for school?

"Uuungh," was all I was able to reply. For some reason I just couldn't shake the fogginess this morning and I continued to drift against my will.

Until I was knocked breathless by a wall of cold air pressing down on me as the blanket was ripped from my body. The sensation was so severe, it was almost as if I had been teleported to the artic tundra. My eyes snapped open and I searched frantically for my blanket of protection from this cold, cruel world.

But I didn't find my blanket. Instead, I found a middle-aged woman with blue curls to her waist, hands on either side of her aproned hips, a glare so torrid that it instantly rose the freezing temperature of the room.

And speaking of the room, what had happened to it!? All of my tasteful, carefully selected furnishings had been replaced--by pink. Everything was pink. The walls were pink, the rug was pink, even the desk was pink. The only thing that wasn't pink was the bed I now sprang from, fitted instead with purple sheets covered in--you guessed it--pink bunnies. Somehow that was even worse.

With my back to the pastel wall, I braced myself for an attack. The power of speech returned to me and I demanded the questions I should have been concerned with from the beginning.

"Who are you?" I squealed at the sound of my voice. Yes, squealed. That's the only word to describe it. My voice appeared to have changed along with my surroundings. It was high and feminine, matching perfectly with the saccharine room. This had to be a nightmare.

"Where am I? What happened to me?" I flinched again at the unnatural sound of my voice.

The woman was unphased, not missing a beat. "Very funny. But you already used the amnesia ploy last Thursday."

Amnesia? Just how much did this woman know about me? It was true that I experienced amnesia after a car accident as a child, but I could remember the last twelve years perfectly. I was Chiba Mamoru, a high school senior, resident of Tokyo, an orphan, with a crime fighting alter-ego, who lived alone in an apartment. And I was most definitely a boy.

However, my eyes were telling my brain something very different as they panned down my body. I had shrunk about a foot in heigt and those missing inches seemed to have redistributed themselves...in other places. Two, full perky mounds protruded from my chest and pressed tightly against the pajama top I wore. Under different circumstances, I might have been intrigued to explore this physical transformation further, but as it was, I was (nearly) entirely preoccupied with the current situation.

This had to be a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. Either way, it was the only logical explanation for how I suddenly found myself in the body of a teenage girl. One with amazing breasts, I might add, and gorgeous blonde hair swirling around my calves. The best thing to do would probably be to just go along with the dream until I woke up. Hell, it might even be fun, if this body was any indication.

My dream mother, I assumed she was, stormed into the closet and emerged with a set of clothes that she then hurled at me. I caught them, a feat in itself with these tiny hands, and looked them over. It was a standard navy and white girls' school uniform that could belong to any number of schools in the area.

"Hurry up and get dressed. I have your lunch packed downstairs." She left the bedroom, but hesitated in the doorway. "At this rate, you'll probably meet Minako on your way," she scolded before she disappeared from view.

Minako? Did she mean Odango-Atama's friend? She also had a habit of being tardy. I knew this because I had seen the two of them sprinting at full speed on their way to school on several occasions over the years. Though it happened less often now thay we attended the same high school. As strange as it was, I found myself slightly comforted by the prospect of a familiar face and a guide to class.

That is, until another thought occurred to me. If I was a tiny blonde girl (with superior breasts) and I was running late to school and was going to meet up with Minako and this was my uniform...

Oh, god.

"Hurry up, Usagi!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the new voice. I whirled around in search of who it belonged to but found no one. Just Usagi's black cat perched on the windowsill, eyeing me intently and flicking her tail in annoyance. Maybe she could sense something was off with her owner. That was a normal cat thing, right?

What was not normal, however, was what she did next. The feline opened its mouh and talked. Apparently, she was the source of the new voice.

"I swear, Usagi, you really are helpless."

Okay, definitely a dream. It's a dream it's a dream it's a dream. I repeated the mantra to myself, hoping it could prevent me from spiraling into insanity. After a moment, I decided to continue with my original plan. Just go along with things and see how they play out. But I just couldn't talk to a cat. Not yet anyways.

With a deep breath to steady my hands, and I started on the buttons of my pajama shirt.

Oh, dear god. I was about to see Usagi's breasts.

My fingers shook as I unfastened the buttons one by one, slowly but surely revealing the miracle that was her body. Her skin was clear and soft, almost translucent, and I couldn't help but run my fingers along the flat plane of her stomach. Her breasts were breathtaking and supple, but I couldn't admire them in their full glory as they were restrained in her bra. They filled the cups perfectly and were practically begging for me to touch them, too. But for some reason I felt guilty ogling Usagi's body. Sure this was a dream, but the need to obtain consent was so deeply ingrained in me that I couldn't even go against it in my dreams, apparently. Besides, if she somehow found out about this later, I was sure she would be furious. I forced my eyes off of her body and busied myself with getting dressed in her uniform.

Once dressed, I checked the mirror to make sure I looked right.

Oh crap. The odangos.

Her hair was flowing freely down her back in a tangled mess of golden silk. How the hell was I going to get her hair up in that ridiculous style? I knew as much about women's hair as I did about rocket science, arguably less.

"Oh, screw it," I said in my tiny voice, opting to leave it loose. I snatched the hairbrush from her dresser and raked it through her long trusses a few times before giving up entirely with a loud huff.

"Usagi? Are you feeling okay?"

It was going to take some time to get used to the talking cat.

"Uh, yeah," I stammered, "just late." Then I ran out the door before she could utter another word.

Okay, now what? Stairs, probably. I decended carefully, making sure not to trip.. Honestly, how did she do anything with these tiny feet?

When I reached the bottom, I was faced with dream mom again, shoving a bento into my hands and pushing me toward the door.

"You better get going before you miss first period all together!"

I scrambled in the genkan. Which shoes were Usagi's? They had to be the black ones with short heels and straps. Yeah, those looked like the school shoes I had seen on girls. I managed to get them on in just enough time to be literally shoved out the front door before it was slammed behind me.

I took another deep breath, appreciating the cool, still morning air after the hurricaine inside.

It was not to last though, because almost immediately I was struck by a tornado.

"Come on, Usa, we're soooo late!"

The other tiny blonde slammed into me with such force that I nearly collapsed to the pavement. The only thing keeping me on my feet was the slender arm she locked with mine, pulling me along with surprising strength for such a small girl. I stumbled over my feet as I matched her pace. Well, at least I knew which direction to go.

"This is bad," Minako panted. "We are really late this time."

"Aren't we always late?" I asked.

She shook her head at me and increased her speed, dragging me with her. "Did you even look at the clock this morning? Class is going to start in two minutes!"

Even though this was a dream, the anxiety felt incredibly real as it flooded my veins, raising my heartrate and causing beads of sweat to form at my temples.

My hair was waving wildly as we ran and a clump of it caught Minako in the face. She coughed and sputtered, throwing it out of her way.

"What the heck, Usagi! Why didn't you do your hair this morning?"

"Um, because we're so late?" I offered.

"Oh yeah." She seemed to accept that answer. "Man, I just couldn't get up this morning," she continued. "Last night really wore. me. out!"

So I wasn't the only one who had had a rough night. Maybe whatever they had been up to was the reason Usagi's muscles were now screaming in protest as we rounded the final corner into the school yard.

"Come on," she urged, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs and through the doors.

We raced down the hall and up another set of stairs before coming to a jolting halt outside of a classroom door.

"Crap, she's already finished attendance." Minako was stealthily peering through the narrow window in the door. "We're gonna have to sneak in."

"What?"

"Follow me."

She dropped to the floor, crouching low over her heels, and slowly turned the handle of the door. She creeped inside, crawling on hands and knees, motioning for me to follow. Dream or not, this was humiliating. But I seemed to have no choice. I mirrored her actions, crawling along the floor in shame, hiding behind my wall of hair. We entered the classroom and snaked along the wall while the teacher faced the board. I tried my best to move sliently as the students stared at us.

Two more familiar faces looked on with concern. Makoto and Ami. My brain must have lumped the group of friends together into the same class. With the exception of one: Rei was nowhere to be found. But that made sense. I had seen her in a different uniform from the others. I was actually impressed by the many details my brain must have filed away over the past two years.

"Aino! Tsukino!" Our pathetic anticts were no match for the teacher. "Go stand in the hall!"

Minako's head drooped and she got to her feet begrudgingly. "Yes, sensei." I followed her mindlessly.

Once the door had closed behind us, her mood shifted drastically.

"Dang it," she exclaimed, the fire returning to turquoise her eyes. "We almost had it!" She brought a fist down to meet her palm in frustration. "Tomorrow we'll get it for sure." She winked at me.

Tomorrow? No way was I ever doing that again.

An audible grumble echoed from my stomach. I hadn't had time to eat breakfast. I gazed longingly at the bento in my hand, done up charmingly with a pink piece of cloth. What a sweet dream mom I had. It sure looked tempting. I wondered what dream mom had packed me for lunch. Would it be so bad to just have a taste? How much trouble would I get in if the teacher caught me? This was just a dream, after all, right?

As if out of habit, my miniature fingers slowly began untying the cloth. Another small hand on mine stopped me.

"Don't even think about it. Remember what happened yesterday?

I didn't know what she was talking about, but it obviously wasn't good. I let the lunch fall back to my side with a defteated sigh. Hopefully I could wake up from this nightmare soon and have a bowl of natto.

Usagi

Beep beep beep beep beep

I was not ready to wake up. Maybe if I just kept my eyes closed and pretended I didn't hear it, the alarm would shut off by itself.

I pulled the covers above my head and rolled over. My muscles were still aching from last night's youma battle. It was a bad one. If Tuxedo Kamen hadn't shown up when he did, I would have been toast for sure. It was like the girls' attacks were hardly affecting the youmas at all these days. My own attacks were barely working to get rid of them, and that was only after hours of seemingly pointless fighting. Why weren't we strong enough?

As desperately as I wanted to go back to sleep, my body just wasn't letting me. I couldn't tune out the incessant beeping of the alarm like I usually could. My eyes snapped open and I flung the covers back in annoyance.

What the...

Where was I?

I sat up and looked around the room. This was definitely not my room. Everything was very boring and mature looking, neutral tones of greys, blacks, and blues. The bed was much bigger than mine, a queen size, at least. And there were no defining furnishings, no pictures, no clue as to where I was.

Had something happened to me last night? Had I been kidnapped by the enemy? That was unlikely. Not only did I have no memory of anything like that, but I doubted they would let me sleep in a plush bed in a private room. Maybe this was a dream?

I reached for a strand of hair to fidget with as was my nervous habit. But there was nothing there. No hair dangling around my shoulders and hips. My hands flew to my head in horror. Someone had cut my hair. It was now cut close to the scalp around the sides and a bit longer on top, much like a guy's haircut.

"Oh my god."

I froze. That was not my voice. The sound that came from my mouth was deep and resonant, smooth like chocolate. And I would have known that voice anywhere. It was the same voice that had tormented me every day for the past two years. But I forced the thought from my mind, staring down at my hands instead. They were huge, long fingers extending out from massive palms, connected to tanned, toned arms.

"Oh my god."

My eyes passed over the rest of my body. A black t-shirt clung loosely to set of chiseled abs, grey sweats slung low over masculine hips, and a--

"OH MY GOD!"

My hands flew to my eyes, sheilding them from the bulging horror between my legs. I couldn't even bring myself to think the word.

This was wrong. So so wrong. I had to be in a nightmare. I missed my dainty, sixteen year old body, my long blonde hair, my curvy figure, my cute room with my bunny pillow. I didn't want to be in a man's body! And definitely not the one I suspected it was.

Things only got worse as I felt an urgent theobbing low in my groin. Oh, god. How was I going to pee with that thing? And especially with it sticking straight out like it was! Why was it doing that!?

Well, I was going to have to figure it out, because I had to pee so bad that it hurt. I switched into business mode like I did in battle, turning off my emotions and focusing on the job to be done. Okay. Where was the bathroom? The bedroom had three doors. One stood open and I could see what looked like a living room beyond it. Weird. Who's bedroom opened up to the living room? The other two doors were closed. One was most likely a closet and the other a bathroom. Time to find out which was which.

I crossed the wood floor, shivering at the cold cold surface on my bare feet. Why didn't this guy own any rugs? And why was this room so big?

Finally, I reached the door and opened it cautiously. As I peeked in, my jaw dropped. Definitely not a closet.

It was an en suite bathroom, immaculately clean with sparkling tile, furnished in elegant black and white. A large soaking tub sat in one corner and a glass enclosed shower stood opposite. Who had a bathroom like this? Only rich people in fancy apartments, that's who. Wait. Maybe this was an apartment. The living room placement now made sense.

I found the toilet hiding behind a half wall and tiptoed over to it, afraid of waking anyone else who might be in the apartment with me. I glowered down at the porcelain, cursing its existence and the need to ever use one. How was I going to do this without looking at it? Maybe I could sit down. Guys did that sometimes, right?

Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I pulled the pants (and briefs! eek!) down to my ankles and turned to sit on the toilet. No good. I could tell it was still pointing straight out. They weren't like this all the time, were they? How did guys ever walk around!?

I groaned and then flinched at the thunder-like sound. The reality was setting in. I was going to have to look at it. And touch it.

I opened one eye and took the tiniest peek down that I could manage. If I could have found my voice, I'm sure the scream it would made would have brought the whole building tumbling to the ground around me. As it was, I was completely incapable of any sound, movement, or intelligent thought. Why was it so big!?

After a moment of total mental shut down, the need to pee eventually flipped the switch in my brain back to the on position. I could do this. I could do this. It's just a dream it's just a dream it's just a dream. With one finger, I pushed against it tentatively, pointing it down, and finally emptied my bladder into the bowl. I heaved a sigh of relief, both for my bladder and my mental state. At least that was over. And it seemed to be returning to its default size and shape. Thank God.

I pulled up my pants and crossed to the sink to wash my hands and suddenly came face to face with Chiba Mamoru.

"Ack!" The shriek came from me, but it was an unsettling, unnatural mix of feminine and masculine.

No, it wasn't Mamoru on the other side of the sink. It was Mamoru looking back at me in the mirror.

"This is not happening," I watched myself murmur with his lips. But there I--he--was, black messy hair and deep ocean eyes gazing back at me. A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach as a million emotions flooded through me. Most notably total humiliation at the realization that I had just seen (and touched!) Mamoru's...you know what!

I covered my face with his giant hands, hiding myself from his piercing gaze. This was definitely a nightmare.

I had to wake up. I turned the sink to cold and splashed my face with the frigid water. No luck. I slapped myself in the face, hard, and it actually felt pretty good to be hitting Mamoru-baka. It wasn't fair that I had to feel the pain, though. A red welt formed on the smarting skin and I sighed in defeat. If I could inflict pain on myself without waking up, then I wasn't going to wake up any time soon. Maybe this wasn't a dream, after all. Honestly, it wouldn't be the strangest thing to ever happen to me.

Abandoning my efforts, I resigned myself to just continue the day as stupid, mean, arrogant, annoying, sexy (what?) Mamoru. I headed back into the bedroom and checked the alarm clock. 6:14 am. Leave it to that jerk to make me wake up at such an ungodly hour. So what was first? I decided on clothes and headed to the third door.

Bingo. Grateful that there was no mirror in here, I set about dressing myself in his school uniform, taking care to look at my body as little as humanly possible. Once finished with that task, I left the closet and started on task number two: food.

This guy was hungry. I was amazed this body could feel anything but tired with how early it was. I crept out into the living room and eyed my surroundings. It was just as boring and unoriginal as the bedroom had been. Figures. Mamoru had no personality aside from the endless abuse he put me through.

I found the kitchen and searched around, looking for anything edible. What I wouldn't give for some pancakes right now. But all I could find in the realm of breakfast food was natto. Yuck! Reluctantly, I fixed myself a bowl and began to eat. Almost immediately I was surprised at this body's response. What I had always found to be gross and salty was actually comforting and delicious. I relished every bite. Then I dumped my empty bowl in the sink. His mom would wash it later, right?

Speaking of, where was his mom? There were no other doors aside from the pantry, so this was the whole place. A genkan, living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. I had seen it all. No other bedrooms. No other people. It was huge and beautiful and impressive, but it felt cold and empty. A sadness began to fall over me as I realized how lonely I was. And how lonely he must be all the time. Maybe I'd just get out of here and head over to the Crown for some hot chocolate before school.

Crap. Which direction was the Crown? I decided I was just going to wing it. I slipped on the lone pair of shoes in the genkan, grabbed the key on the counter, and headed out the door. It wasn't too difficult to find the elevator and I headed down, making note of the fact that I was on the twelfth floor in case I had to return here later.

When I exited to the street, a huge wave of relief washed over me. The sun was warm and Tokyo was already bustling with life. On top of that, I could actually see the entrance to the arcade from where I was standing, just a few blocks away and across the street. If I could find my way there, I could get anywhere else that I needed to. I studied the apartment building briefly, memorizing it's exterior before I crossed the street and made my way to the familiar establishment.

Finally inside, I began to relax. I had noticed more than a few stares at me in the short walk over here and it had set me on edge. Of course every woman in Tokyo was going to notice Mamoru. It was impossible not to. He was practically a god with his just-the-right-amount-of-messy onyx hair and his so-perfect-it-should-be-illegal body. And boy, was it nice to see a friendly face behind the counter.

"Motokiiii," I crooned in my new baritone. "How are you today?" I offered him a friendly wave.

"Hey, Mamoru, you're here early. No run today?"

So that's what he did with all this extra time.

"Uh, no, not today. Pretty tired I guess," I said nervously, sitting on a stool in front of the blonde.

Motoki had always been nice to me, unlike a certain cocky someone who's body I was currently inhabiting. He was cute, too. His sandy locks curled in gentle waves over his forehead and his hazel eyes were warm and kind. He was really cute, actually. But in a normal kind of way. Not in the superhuman, way too good to treat you like a person, kind of way.

"I guess youre ready for coffee then."

He set a mug in front of me and filled it to the brim with the steaming hot liquid. I wrinkled my nose at the bitter smell.

"Do you happen to have anything sweeter? Maybe some hot chocolate?"

Motoki raised an eyebrow at me. "So we're back to that, huh? I thought you had kicked the habit."

Mamoru liked hot chocolate?

"It's just thay kind of day, I guess," I said with a shrug. I had a feeling I was going to learn a lot about this baka today.

"Alright, suit yourself. But I'm not getting you through the withdrawals again," he teased.

"Oh Motoki," I said with a giggle, smacking his arm playfully. "You're so funny!"

He furrowed his brow and took a step back, obviously uncomfortable. Crap. I could not be flirting with Motoki right now!

"Are you feeking okay, man?" he said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest like he was trying to hid his own body.

"Oh, yeah, I guess I am feeling a little off today. Sorry," I apologized. I was going to have to get my act together if I didn't want to end up in the looney bin.

Without another word, Motoki disappeared into the kitchen and then reappered with a fresh mug, this one releasing an intoxicating smell: chocolate. He set it in front of me and I could feel my mouth already beginning to salivate. I returned my gaze to him and batted my eyelashes.

"Whipped cream?" I requested sweetly.

"Anything to get you to stop looking at me that way, dude." Crap. I did it again.

He topped the drink with the whipped cream and I busied myself with it to spare myself from further embarrasment. One sip and my body reacted, a warm sensation spreading over every inch of me. I moaned involuntarily and took another hearty sip. This was even better than drinking hot chocolate in my own body. I guess Mamoru really did have a problem.

"Should I leave you two alone?" Motoki snickered.

Just then, the bell over the door rang, signaling someone's entrance to the arcade. I turned to find a face I didn't recognize. He looked like a high school senior and he was wearing the same uniform as me. I wondered if I was supposed to know him.

"Hey, Mamoru! I thought I might catch you here." Dang it. I was definitely supposed to know him. I was going to have to fake it with this guy.

"Hey...man... what's up?"

The boy adjusted a pair of glasses on his nose before pulling a book from his school bag. (Crap! I forgot the school bag!)

"Well I had an issue with one of the questions on the calculus homework." Crap! Homework! "I was hoping you could talk me through it on the way to school."

Double crap! Calculus!? How the heck was I supposed to help this kid with that! It should have been Ami stuck in this body instead of me. She would have had the brains to get through this day.

"S-sure," I stammered. I downed the rest of the hot chocolate and waved to Motoki before nervously following the kid out the door. "See you later."

"See you." He waved back, a weird smirk on his lips.

Man, this was going to be a long day.