Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Detective Conan that right belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
(Author Notes: Sorry about any oddities among my posting habits. I've just joined and haven't exactly caught on to how to work FanFiction. Hopefully I'll catch on soon!)
Shinichi decided that fate really irked him, and that if he got the chance, fate would really get it in the shins. Haibara was explaining rather bluntly to his mother that Shinichi would require some more suitable clothes, and proper undergarments, to go along with it. Yukiko squealed and decided that this was "too cute". Shinichi hissed, rather cat-like at that, something between anger and embarrassment. Hattori, Agasa, and Yuusaku had not been allowed to enter the lab, probably for Shinichi's benefit. Still, Haibara's constant chuckling did not make things better; in fact, it could only make things worse.
Shinichi was at that moment, twirling his…her…hair with annoyance. "A girl, the Great Detective of the East, is a girl," he, no she, muttered. Once again, Ai smirked with more than an inhumane grin. A quick huff and Shinichi was once again toying with her hair. "At least I'm tall," Shinichi's mind pointed out, eager to make the whole situation a little less unbearable. Ai continued to smirk.
When his mother came back, an armload of bags in tow, Shinichi faltered at the sight. Victoria's Secret was written on one of the bags. Yukiko giggled; quite ready to handle the gaping look her son/daughter was giving her. "Shin-chan, I've got all the stuff you'll need and some of these were just so cute!" she exclaimed, ushering Ai out of the lab. "Oh, we'll have to come up with a new name for this form too!" she included, already running a million names through her head.
"So much for having any dignity," Shinichi muttered to herself. Yukiko just continued to smile and hum while pulling out things from the bags. A very form-fitting three-quarter shirt, about four tank-tops, a long-sleeved shirt, about three pairs of Capri's each in a different shade of color, a couple of jeans, some gloves that ran up to the elbow, a hat or two, and then boots and heels and all other kinds of shoe contraptions that tend to break one's ankles. Finally, Yukiko hit the Victoria's Secret bag promptly causing Shinichi to turn red and sputter something incoherent and yet highly entertaining.
Yukiko chuckled a little, and then began a lecture, "Shin-chan, you've got to wear this kind of underwear in order to hide panty lines in slacks. This kind of underwear tends to be more comfortable but this kind…"
"Oi, stop it now Mom! No more, you've had enough fun with this, now leave me alone," Shinichi practically shrieked, red-faced and knowing way too much information already, "boxer shorts, some pants, and a t-shirt, that's all I want or need!" Shinichi then stood up and hurriedly stormed out of the room, glaring at Yukiko the whole way. Shinichi could hear hushed voices down the hall, Agasa, Hattori and her dad were speaking with each other. From their tone of voices, they were trying to figure out what was going on in Haibara's lab. Embarrassed, Shinichi headed past that doorway hoping to slip past without catching their attention. But to no avail, as soon as she attempted to sneak by, Hattori caught sight.
"Oi, Kudo what's goin' on?" Hattori's slurred with his accent, until he caught sight of the difference in Shinichi's proportions, "Hell, you're a girl!!!" Shinichi couldn't help but shudder, already resigning herself to the fact that fate was not on her good side, and it would probably never be after this. Hattori was still gawking at her too, something between humor and concern, and probably with a bit of amusement thrown in.
Already noting the looks of everybody in the room, Shinichi figured it would be now or now, not like he had too many options. With something between a sigh and a whine, Shinichi steered herself to the living room while displeased to find Haibara in there with that smirk still on her face, although admitting to herself that Haibara would know what was truly going on. "This would be Ai's fault, ask her," Shinichi muttered, barely hiding the clip to her voice.
"It's just a side affect, nothing dangerous. She could be dead or crippled. So there are things worse than a sex change Shinichi," Haibara replied with a snort. "I mean, think of it this way, you are bigger and you're in disguise. This is just perfect for keeping out of sight from the B.O. and there'll always be a man to rescue you if there is danger." That last sentence came with a stifled snicker from Hattori, who earned the Death Glare from Shinichi. Haibara continued on as though there were no disruptions, "I'll have to see if this is reversible, but as of now she'll be stuck like this. She'll need a new identity and a story as to why she popped up. I'll need blood samples and daily check-ups to see if any other changes will occur."
Shinichi eyed Haibara warily, slightly disturbed by her demeanor and by the realization that he could be stuck as a she for just as long as, or longer, than Conan. Shinichi than caught sight of her dad staring out to space, apparently shocked at this whole new revelation, "so being Conan isn't shocking, but being a girl is?" Shinichi felt herself grumble, actually curious though as to how her dad was going to handle this one.
It took a simple squealed "Shin-chan! I know the perfect name," to break everybody out of their silence. Yukiko stood in the doorway, a grin plastered on her face reminding Shinichi of hair-brained ideas that always went wrong while being rather fun, in a deadly and way past the speed limit kind of way. "Kimiko would be just perfect!" she gushed, something dreamy in her eyes.
Shinichi had the sudden feeling that her mother was reminiscing, and probably dreaming, of what a little girl would be like. "Yeah, that works, I guess," Shinichi, or now Kimiko, stated a bit late, snapping out of her previous thoughts. With a half-attempted smile at her mom, Kimiko curled up on the couch, "is that it? If so, I'll go and take a nap, really, really tired right now," she half mumbled, already closing her eyes. With way too much to take in, and a part of her was really hoping that this would be just one of those screwy dreams that made you laugh when you wake up; the shut down just automatically occurred.