"BOO!" Grimmjow screamed at the blackened television. "Come back!"

"AWW!" Orihime cried. "Don't be such a-"

"It's so sad!" Ulquiorra finally took his first breath that day. "I want you to come back, Aaroniero! Make me laugh more!"

"Guys…" Tia said with a sad sigh, "I think that the episode has come to an end. Maybe we will get some more secret shots later."

The three turned and frowned at her. "Aw…."

"So, what do you think of this?" Nnoitra held out a long green evening gown for everyone to vote on. After Szayel threatened to saw open

Aaroniero's skull, they headed to the nearest department store in search of a green dress.

"Ew! It shows too much cleavage!"

"That you like to stare at…" Telsa muttered, citing earlier that day.

"Geez. How about this one?" He held up a second dress that was a little lower cut, but didn't have any lace.

"How about you try being a woman!" Aaroniero screamed at him, making Nnoitra freeze. "It's not easy walk around and notice all the guys staring at your chest! It's really weird! Men are such pervs!"

"Let is not generalize shall we?" Rudbornn suggested in a kind voice. "Not all of one thing are the same way."

"Who cares!" Aaroniero cried, not liking being a lady. It honestly felt very strange and how the hell was he supposed to walk in heels? "My whole form has been changed! Cut me some-No! Nnoitra! I am not wearing that! What am I? A a sidewalk slut?"

"Like the ones you ran into today…" Telsa continued, making Szayel snicker.

"Fine… what about this one." Nnoitra was down to the last ten green dresses on the clothing rack. "It is plain green. Not to short… doesn't show too much…but is still appealing… and looks like something ugly Neliel would wear."

"That soun-HEY! I am not wearing something ugly!" Aaroniero cried, hating this shopping trip. "Why don't we give up and dress Szayel in drag! He could pull it off!"

"Thank you for the complement." Szayel began, not pleased with the suggestion. "But I don't really feel like cross-dressing, thank you. That is my stupid brother's hobby."

"What ever! Nnoitra! Order him to!"

"Szayel honestly don't look good in drag. Seen it done once for some reason I cannot remember…It's the nose that's too masculine."

"Uh…" Szayel scoffed, "Thank you Nnoitra, my love for your 'oh so nice' comment about my ever masculine nose."

"It wasn't meant to be an insult. I'm trying to save you from dressing up."

"Then, it is very much appreciated."

"Good." Nnoitra turned back to Aaroniero. "You look most like a woman. 'Cause you kind are one. You have to do it."

"Give me a good reason why I should!"

"…We'll forgive you for your broadcast." Szayel hated to say it as he was kind of looking forwards to sawing open Aaroniero's heads and smashing the brains together. "And, we will be nice to you for a month."

"A month? How about ten years?"

"No. If you don't want us to be nice. Then, I won't make you carry Lumina's suitcase back."

"Sold on the condition that I never have to carry it again!" Aaroniero screamed.

"…Sold." Szayel muttered, not liking losing his bellboy, but he could get Telsa to do what he wanted. "Now pick a dress and then, I suppose we will have to find you some lingerie so you don't look like a saggy old woman."

"Um…" Aaroniero held a hand up, "None of us know how to find that stuff… Could I maybe have Tia help? And only Tia? She's a woman, you know."

"Sure. Now pick a dress."

"How about this one…" Aaroniero picked up the first dress that he was show a good half an hour ago. It was a basic green dress that hugged the body, but wasn't to revealing. "And maybe I'll try on a few others."

Nnoitra resisted the urge to scream. "Yeah… let's go try the first dress I showed you….Come on, Szayel."

"Damn!" Aaroniero cried ten minutes later as he stared at his figure in the mirror of the dressing room. "I look sexy!"

"Glad you feel that way." Szayel said from the other side of the door where he was holding a few of the dresses that Nnoitra gave him to give to Aaroniero to try on. (As usual, on the way to the dressing room, they found just a few more dresses.) "Now, do you want to try on a different one?"

"No…" Aaroniero winked at him/herself in the mirror and posed suggestively. "I look so hot!"

"Well then, why don't we just forget these other dresses and buy that one?"

"Good idea Szayel…I'm so glad you're here…"

"Thank goodness I look feminine enough." Szayel was now dressed in a thick woman's coat and was forced, by Telsa, to wear some lipstick.

So, he looked woman enough to sneak into the dressing room to help Aaroniero. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't have people screaming about floating clothes as no one could see Telsa or Rudbornn. "So, you want that one?"

"Yes!" Was heard from the dressing room. "I have to have this one! And I have to get some necklaces!"

"Great…lets do that. Change out into your normal clothes and get out here."

"Awe… but this is so hot!"

"You will get to wear it after we buy it, daughter dear."

"Okay, mom!" A sarcastic 'daughter' shot back. "I just don't want to change into my boring jeans and shirt. That looks awkward now."

"Well, you're gonna have to because you have to pay for your dress first." Szayel scolded, trying his best to act. But after meeting Ned, the acting was in short supply.

"Okay…" Aaroniero sighed and reached to unzip the back of the dress. And his arms wouldn't reach. "Um…Mom…? We have a problem here."

"And that is?"

"Well… My arms can't reach the zipper."

Szayel almost smashed his face into the wall. "How did you get it on then?!"

"I don't know. I just did…"

"Well… can you just… change your arms?"

"Maybe… Let's see…" Aaroniero stopped trying to unzip the dress and flipped through his databank of forms. "Maybe…Let's try this…there! Man arms! The best thing ever."

"Wonderful." Szayel's monotone voice stated. "I am happy I don't have to come in there and get you out."

"What?! Never! I'd rather be stuck in a dress!"

"Whatever, Fishtank… Just get out here. I think my nose is…" He glanced in the three way mirror next to him. "Really a problem here."

"Forget your masculine nose." Aaroniero walked out of the dressing room with a smile on (his? her's?) her face. "Lets go buy this dress and call Tia."

"Wonderful." Szayel took the dress and left the dressing room followed by a very happy young woman. "Now daughter, I want you to be a good girl at the party tonight and no crazy dancing."

"Aw…but I like dancing!" Aaroniero protested for the sake of the show. "It's so awesome when you let yourself move to the music."

"Move?" Szayel laughed, walking over to Nnoitra who had feeling of what was coming. "hardly. You all do such vulgar moves. Now, let us see what your dad thinks of this dress."

"Don't get me into this." Nnoitra backed away.

Szayel frowned. "Not Dad? Gran-"

"Okay!" He cried. When he thought of Grandpas, Nnoitra thought of Baraggan who was old as heck! "So, what did you find for Natalie?"

"A suitable dress." He held up the first green dress. "Now let us head to the other sections of this department store…" Szayel linked arms with Aaroniero, whispering as they walked along the store. "If you think you can get me to help you with the lingerie, i'll kill you."

"Fine with me, Mom. I'll get Tia." She replied with a smile.

"Good." Szayel really wished he didn't have to play the Mom. Couldn't Telsa made Nnoitra do the job instead? "And how I am typecast, I have no clue."

"Because everything but your nose is feminine." Telsa snickered as he walked behind the two of them invisibly.

"I didn't ask you." Szayel snapped, hating how he couldn't just yell at Telsa for getting him into a coat and lipstick. "And for your information, I will make sure you eat some of this horrid lip color when we get home. It tastes horrible."

"Szayel-sama. You don't eat lipstick…"

"I know you don't! But it's on my lips and somehow, some of it migrated into my mouth."

"And here we are." Aaroniero announced happily as they came to the large lingerie section. "Finally, I will get to wear some of the hot things that I like to look at!"

"…You perv…" Szayel muttered yet again that evening. "Anyhow, get…started?" He wasn't sure how one would find something that fit. Or how it was supposed to fit. "Call Tia will you?" He handed Aaroniero the remote control from the hotel room to double as a fake cellphone.

"Sure." She pressed a few buttons and held the small thing to her ear. "Hello? Tia?"

Tia blinked at the image of Aaroniero came into her left eye as she sat in her room doing her hair. "Uh… Yes? What do you need, Aaroniero?"

"Um… we need your help with certain pieces of clothing."

"Oh. Bra and panties?" She inquired, only to see the other Espada blush. "No shame, man. You can hear me right?"

"Yes… I can…" Aaroniero told her, not wanting to explain how at the moment. "So, where do we start?"

"Well, first… is that Szayel in lipstick?"

"Yeah… Mom's kinda…"

Tia snorted. "Mom?! Haha. That's a hoot. Let me guess who 'Dad' is."

"Not difficult at all…" Aaroniero gave her a shot of Nnoitra. "That or Grandpa was the other choice."

"Hah. Now, go find the fitters and let them help you. They should be there in the store somewhere."

"Go find the fitters!" Aaroniero screamed at Tia, ten minutes later; feeling rather humiliated by being measured around the chest by the women who worked in the lingerie section. "That's what you said, go-"

"Calm down, Aaroniero…" She didn't like being measured either. "But that's how you find one that fits… now, you get to try on all the colors and such… call me back when you are done. And take in mind that different brands don't fit the same."

"Okay! And you'd better not tell me I need measurements for panties!"

Tia laughed, "No… No… you don't. Anyhow… the worst is over and maybe, when you come back, you will have a little more respect… am I talking to?! You're Aaroniero. The meek Fishtank. Not the used to be sexist man."

"Thank you." Nnoitra muttered, pleased to hear the phrase, 'used to be.'

"Welcome. Call me later."

With that, Aaroniero let her connection with Tia disappear and went back to shopping.

After hours of trying on undergarments and finding a simple bra, headed to the jewelry section to look for some decent, but inexpensive piece to go with the dress.

Author's Note: This is what really happens when people go shopping. It takes hours and hours and come out with the first two things you saw. Poor Szayel.. I don't think he looks good in lipstick. Despite all the fans like making him all feminine... I also have agree on the nose. I did not update yesterday because I have to finish a chapter of Life of a Caterpillar and post it. More insanity is on the way as NaNoWriMo starts today and this is my story! So, this story will be getting a sure update everyday. :) Follow along please! And don't hesitate to tell me if there is anything you find outrageously funny. Thanks and good luck to all of my fellow NaNo-ers! This is going to be a swell NovelNovember!