Hello people! It's me again! I'm back for more.

Okay, so surprisingly chapter one went down quite well with the crowds from what I could gather. That was a lovely surprise. I'm really glad that the people who are reading this seem to like it. So thank you everyone!

Now, before I continue on and acknowledge all my lovely reviewers just quickly allow me to explain the long gap. Currently I am in year 12 which means, for those of you who aren't familiar with it, that I am going to do my HSC this year, my final high school exams. So this consequently means that I have to study, and work, a lot more and my writing doesn't always get the time that I would like it to have. But rest assured that I will never abandon this story, updates my take a while sometimes, but they will always happen at some point. So please stay with me! I will do my best to not disappoint all of my brilliant readers!

Okay, now, to my reviewers.

Life-Luvr123: *laughs evilly* I'm glad you like it. I was hoping that people would. As for Optimus's voice. I don't know, I love his voice in the movies, Peter Cullen is fantastic and so perfect for the role, but when I turned them into itty bitty humans the deep voice just didn't work with the image of him. And thank you for the idea, the males do need to be introduced to why sometimes it isn't great when someone kicks down there. I will incorporate that at some point.

The random femme: mmm, chocolate. Thank you so much for the review. Here is your long awaited update. Hopefully it is not too late to deliver CPR.

Anissa: Here, I have updated! I have updated! And thank you for so many reviews. But here is your update!

Guest: Ah…yes…I think so…after I have finished number 3…got to finish number 3 first. But yes, I do have an idea for a fourth.

So, thank you to all of you who reviewed or just read. Now please enjoy chapter 2 of Reverse Robotics.

Chapter 2: Mommy, where'd the robots go?

'OH MY FREAKING GOD!' I shrieked as soon as I entered the confines of my room, 'oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! This cannot be happening. This is un-natural, they're robots, they're aliens. They are not itty bitty humans! Maybe I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming. Of course, this is a dream. Giant robots don't just change, they don't, they can't. How can they? It's just not possible! This is just not possible!'

With that final cry I collapsed face down onto my bed, groaning loudly, 'this is not possible. Primus, God, Satan, I don't care who, but can one of you please explain this to me? Because I don't understand,' I moaned into my mattress.

For a long while I didn't move, waiting for some sort of sign, some sort of explanation as to what the hell was happening. I didn't understand. The Autobots were Robots; they were towering robots from the planet Cybertron. For them to suddenly become these tiny, fragile humans was beyond my levels of comprehension. Something had caused this, it wouldn't have just happened for no reason. But the cause was what confused me, was what perplexed, bewildered, confused and confuzzled me.

I looked up slowly, wisps of hair falling into my face as I huffed deeply, 'why does this crap always happen to me?'

…

In the foyer of the base of Diego Garcia Major William Lennox stared at the group of people in front of him, arms folded, brow furrowed, mind reeling. This made no sense to him, but he had a feeling that it made no sense to just about everyone. Seated before him the Autobots all seemed slightly dazed, and Lennox reflected that if he was confused, they would be totally blown away by this. They were, after all, Robots. They were huge! The smallest had been the triplets, but even they had been about two meters taller than any human they had come across. Now, they were all tiny.

Everyone flinched as a high pitched shriek, muffled by walls and distance reached them in the foyer. Lennox glanced over at Epps, 'Ally?'

'Ally,' Epps agreed.

The Autobots looked up at the sound and Ironhide commented, at least, Lennox assumed it was Ironhide, 'she's taking it well. I would have thought she would have destroyed something by now.'

There was a loud boom and the walls vibrated slightly. Peering out the window Lennox could just make out a large singed area of grass, with the smoking remains of a truck in the middle. He turned back to Ironhide.

'Want to rethink that last statement?'

Shakily Ironhide stood, and Lennox couldn't help but notice how gingerly he walked, thinking about each footfall. As it turned out, it wasn't enough and without warning, he stacked it. At once, the twins burst out laughing as Ironhide glared at the patch of floor he was lying on.

Carefully, Lennox helped him to stand, hooking an arm around his, 'up you come buddy.'

As he stood though, a large portion of the skin tight purple suit ripped away from his calf. Lennox flinched at the sticky tearing sound. Almost at once, everyone turned to Ratchet. The Medic just looked back around at everyone else.

'What?' he demanded, 'it ripped, what do you want me to do about it?'

Ironhide was looking down at the large rip in the fabric and at the perfectly formed human flesh which had been beneath it. Out of what seemed to be sheer curiosity he peeled away another large section so right down from his knee, the pale human flesh could be seen. He only stopped when he reached his foot and the fabric seemed to stick to his skin, refusing to be peeled away. He hissed in pain.

Slowly, Ratchet made his way over to Ironhide and examined the now dead looking fabric which lay on the floor. The moment it had peeled away the neuron pulses had stopped firing and the wires went dark. With a small frown Ratchet looked down at his own suit briefly. A large section on the arm had the same appearance as the dead stuff next to Ironhide. The neurons had stopped and turned a dark grey and the fabric was splitting away from the rest of the suit. When he tugged at the edge of it, it came away from his skin with a sticky peeling sound. When he tugged at the edge of the still live suit, it stuck fast to his skin.

'Ah, I see,' he muttered.

'See what?' Optimus, who had been relatively quiet until then, asked cautiously.

'The suits,' Ratchet pointed out, 'I know what they're for now.'

'Well, do tell,' Chromia said, tugging away a section from her own suit, starting at her finger tips, right the way up to her shoulder, revealing a perfectly formed, pale human arm.

Before he could start though, they were interrupted by someone saying, 'Oh God, they're still human.'

Everyone turned to see Ally standing with Epps at the door to the foyer, looking slightly calmer, but still a little shocked.

…

After I had successfully blown one of the military trucks, which had unfortunately been parked under the window to my room, to smithereens I felt a little better. Emphasis on little. I still felt like my head was going to explode as my brain continued to work in over drive to try and make some sense out of the situation I was in. It really didn't help that there was a little voice which kept on circulating in repeat;

This is probably your fault.

It probably was. As far as I could tell the All Spark was the only thing powerful enough to do something like this. Apart from the Matrix, but I found that hard to believe given how much control Sekhmet had over her abilities. I would have to ask her when she got back from another one of her exploration missions. But currently, the most likely culprit for these shenanigans was me. I didn't know what I had done, or even how I had done it. I didn't even remember using my abilities for the last few weeks except to pick things up when I was too lazy to move.

I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed and rubbed my face with my hands, wondering what to do, when there was a quiet knock on my door, 'come in Epps.'

Epps stuck his head around the door, 'Are you alright?'

'Never better,' I said sarcastically and he smiled, opening the door a little more so he could lean against the door frame.

'What did that truck ever do to you?'

'It was in the wrong place at the wrong time,' was my response and he laughed softly.

'Are you any calmer?'

'Yeah.'

'Do you feel ready to come out then? Because I think we may have another problem.'

I groaned loudly and flopped backwards, slapping myself in the face, 'what now?'

Still, I followed him out into the foyer where the Autobots, the still human Autobots, were waiting. I huffed and pulled a face, 'Oh god, they're still human.'

It was then that I noticed something. There was a lot more human skin visible now than there had been when we had been outside. The suits seemed to be peeling away for some reason, leaving the pale flesh underneath completely exposed.

'What's going on with you lot?' I asked, nodding towards the discarded pieces of purple fabric.

Ratchet turned to me, 'I was just getting to that Ally.'

I held up my hands, gesturing for him to continue, while shooting Epps a questioning look, to see if this was the problem he was referring to. He nodded.

'So, I think these suits are sort of like, skin tight incubation pods. Like the ones hatchlings develop in, except they're attached to us, we're not floating around in nutrient gel. These suits are influencing and no doubt speeding up the development and perfection of these human forms. And when a section is completed then the suit is no longer needed and it dies and falls away,' he explained.

As if to clarify this, Optimus reached up and tugged at the suit around his neck like it was itching, and a huge portion over his left shoulder, upper chest and arm ripped away. I flinched at the sound. The Autobots all seemed to nod, as if they all understood exactly what Ratchet had just said. It made enough sense to me, the suits were what was helping the formation of their bodies, when they weren't needed they would simply peel off.

I froze. When the suits weren't needed they would simply peel off. Oh dear.

I whipped around to face Lennox, 'I need you to go and find some spare uniforms, spare clothes, bath robes anything.'

He looked confused, 'why?'

'Because I don't think they're wearing much under those suits,' I pointed out.

He seemed to understand that and he nodded at once, 'gotcha. Epps, come with me.'

The two of them hurried away and I turned to the Autobots. Most of them were now on their feet, slowly getting over their shock and examining their new bodies. I rolled my eyes when I saw the triplets, who seemed more confused than anyone about their bodies.

'Are you guys okay over here?' I asked carefully as I approached them.

Arcee was pursing her lips, hands on her hips as she stared down at her body, wriggling her toes. Chromia was...jumping up and down on the spot for some odd reason. I gave her a funny look and made a point of raising an eyebrow.

'What are you doing?'

She stopped jumping and her hands went to her chest, 'what the hell are these things?' she demanded, 'they keep on moving around.'

I face palmed, 'They would when you jump like that. Anyway, you guys should know enough about human anatomy by now to know what they are.'

They all just looked back and I pulled a face, internally cursing that I should be the one who had to explain this to them, 'seriously you three? You don't know what breasts are?'

Blank stares again, 'you know? Boobs. The things that guys judge a girl on. No, you don't know?'

'But what's their purpose?' Arcee asked, touching her own chest.

'Okay, would you three stop doing that,' I looked away, 'and whatever you do, don't pull the stuff away from them, please.'

'Why?' Moonracer looked perplexed.

'Just trust the human female on this. Stop touching them; leave them alone and no pulling the suit away from them,' I prayed to god that they actually listened to me.

'But they're so annoying,' Chromia glared, 'how do you cope with them?'

'It's called a bra,' I pointed out and all three of them frowned at me in confusion.

'A what?' Moonracer asked.

'A bra…you know, what human females wear…I'll explain later,' I promised.

At that moment, much to my relief, Lennox and Epps reappeared with a large collection of army uniforms which they had probably pinched from the laundry. They dumped the pile on the floor and I went to stand next to it, before clearing my throat. The Autobots all turned to look at me, then at the pile on the floor. It was probably a good thing that Lennox and Epps had arrived when they did, as there was now more human skin visible than suit. I picked up one of the jackets.

'Okay guys, I know you're all confused as heck right now, we all are. And I know that all you want to do is start to figure out what the hell is happening. But first, I need you guys to find a jacket or a shirt and some pants and put them on, alright?'

Confused stares, 'why?'

'Because none of you are wearing anything under those suits, that's my guess anyway.'

One of the twins, I had no clue which one asked, 'but why is dat a bad thing?'

I shot him a glare and sighed, 'because in human society nudity in public is a big a no no. So, clothes on, now please.'

For a long moment they all just stared at me and at each other before Optimus stepped forward and scooped up a jacket and trousers, 'come on you lot. Do as she says. Ally is after all our resident human, she knows what she's talking about.'

I smiled at him weakly, 'thanks.'

As they variously figured out how to put the clothes they had been present with on, I turned to Lennox and Epps, 'okay, we have a collection of human Autobots, which is just unnatural. And they probably can't spend the rest of the time that they're human in borrowed uniforms, mainly because the soldiers will want them back.'

Lennox and Epps both nodded in agreement, 'what do you suggest?'

I bit the bottom corner of my lip and glanced briefly back them before nodding and laughing in bitter amusement, 'I suggest taking them shopping. They need clothes, and we have absolutely no clue how long they're going to be human for.'

Thankfully it seemed that both of them agreed with me and I steeled myself to partake in a mission of epic proportions which would definitely challenge my mental strength. Shopping. For Aliens. Aliens who had no clue how human clothing worked. This was going to be fun.

That was sarcastic.