A.N. Hello, hello, hello and welcome to a new chapter of "switched"! I would like to start off with the thank you and very much's to the reviews. And yes I meant "prima-donna" not pre-Madonna thank you for the correction. Sorry I haven't updated too punctually, been awfully busy at work. But fear not readers, for I am back again. Enjoy the chapter; feel free to comment after the show!

Switched

By Lycanpoet

Chapter Three

"Come on Shinji, you have to come out her sometime!" called Misato through 'Shinji's Lovely suite' door. She had been trying all afternoon to get the third child to leave the confines of her room since the kid had taken a hasty retreat.

So far her efforts had only been rewarded with 'No!' and 'Yes I can!' and even a few blanks.

True this couldn't have been easy on the kid, but, even so, Misato was losing patience and was on the edge of steaming off to get drunk. It had passed her mind that maybe that was what Shinji wanted, to be left alone. And she did listen to that voice.

...For all of 5 seconds then knocked again, beer in hand this time.

Being the Operations Director for NERV did carry its own habits, albeit whether these are good or not depends on who you ask, the raven haired captain had used this to prepare a checklist of things to do.

Number one, and currently becoming more annoying, was to bring Shinji out of the bedroom or herself in, so that she could talk the teen through what was happening. Not that she knew much. But it often helped to have someone there to listen and help.

Number two, which Misato knew would be an embarrassing affair for all parties. Shinji still lacked underwear. So they would either have to guess the teen's sizes and buy some...which never works, or take the third to a store to purchase some. Whether that was sans a set or using borrowed garments would also need to be decided.

Number three; what to do about Shinji's friends (and school for that matter)? This was something the captain wanted to postpone for as long as she could. That gave everybody more breathing space. Breathing space is good.

At this point, the beer had given the Katsuragi woman the needed strength to kick the checklist out for a while. Sighing, the raven haired woman leaned against the door, pressing the cold can against her forehead to relieve the building headache.

Giving one last knock on the door, Misato pushed herself off the door and stretched, working out a few kinks. She told her ward that she would be there whenever Shinji needed her, grabbing an arm full of beer cans and dropping on the couch for the foreseeable future. She cracked a can and let the good times roll.

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Shinji let out a sigh of relief as he heard hi guardian move away. HE had major problems here. For starters...he had boobs. And doing what all guy's would do had they the chance, after getting over the 'don't look down it's not real' period, he had played with them with a detached morbid fascination.

'Good god this is freaking weird! They are all squishy and feely and stuff.' He thought, with all the intelligence his teenage mind could muster. But this state of mind rapidly dropped as it reminded him of his predicament.

His real problem, one that made his insides ache, was that a major part of him was missing. The most important organ on his (or any other guy's body for that matter) was woefully missing. Shinji couldn't even bring himself to look down there.

Denial still ran through the third child. He didn't feel like a girl, weren't they supposed to be attached to boys and want to go shopping and stuff? He thought about the hug from Misato earlier. A blush burned across his face, definitely not attracted to men. He could vouch for the fact that he didn't like or enjoy shopping. So he was still a guy to that extent.

This left only one thing to do. He had felt that HE was no longer there. But Shinji had yet to actually see the evidence for himself; opting to look at the ceiling while he changed in the hospital.

Plucking up a bit of courage, Shinji grabbed the front of his boxer shorts. It took him a few moments to brace himself, before pulling the waist band forward and looking down. His first thought was to scream, but he held that down. He just couldn't look away. IT was gone and what was left was a testament that he could not deny, preached his new feminine side.

'God Damn it.'

He paled as one, delicate, matter sprang to mind. His thoughts had drifted to his friends for a moment. Horror at that he had to tell them what happened filling him, only to be dwarfed when he thought about school. How the hell were they going to cover this one?!

There was no way anyone would or even could believe what had happened. But here he was, a SHE. They couldn't pass him off as someone else; he didn't really look any different. Well other than the additions to his chest. This was just one mess after another; didn't he ever get any brakes?

Fates be damned, a knock at his door summoned him from his thoughts again.

"I give up Shinji. Cover up I'm coming in." The slightly inebriated voice of Misato sang through the door, shortly followed by a crest of light as she through it open and marched in; beer in each hand.

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The captain's usual denim shorts and loose yellow top didn't help matters for the teen. Although not having to hide his reaction was an added plus to the matter.

She sat down heavily next to Shinji, draping her arm over the third child's shoulder and pulling the red faced teen to her; which inadvertently positioned the hormonal teens head near her not so modest assets. Completely oblivious to the internal struggle this created in the gender challenged teen, Misato started droning on about how she understood that being a girl was a shook to him and how he would get used to it. Most of her speech being drowned out by the trapped boy, who was ever so confused how he had ended up with his head in her lap looking up at the way her femininity moved as she spoke and gestured.

Shinji's body ran cold when he heard Misato utter a phrase that men throughout history have learnt to fear.

"...There is one particular downside that all we women face. And just know that I will be here for you every step of the way. Hell, I was scared stiff when I first had my period..." She said smiling down at the teen reassuringly.

Those words stopped Shinji in his internal tracks. He hadn't thought about that. A torture he had witnessed many a girl go through in school, and Misato and Asuka both. Mood swings, stomach cramps, Mood swings, and the anger. He was doomed. There was no way he could survive that.

And our brave anti-hero did the manliest thing he could think of. He fainted.

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When coming too, the weirdest thing (for a guy at least) is to wake up to your room full of female underwear. But this is exactly the sight Shinji awoke to; as well as the sight of Misato hefting in an armful of more. Noticing that Shinji was awake, she grinned sheepishly.

"Welcome back. While you were out cold, I had the idea to go out and buy a few things for you to try. I don't think your too ready to go outside yet...let alone underwear shopping." She said in a matter of fact manner.

Looking at the selection around, Shinji felt rather self-conscious. Cautiously, the newly turned girl picked a rather plain white bra, inspecting it closely, somewhat trying to figure out how the contraption worked. The third child gave the raven locked woman a look that simply pleaded privacy.

Misato complied, closing the door behind her, giggling despite herself as the sounds of the girl in the room trying to wrestle with the garments. It wasn't long at all before she heard the frustrated sigh she had been expecting.

"Misato-san, I can't get the clips to do up...W-would you...be able to give me a hand?" Came the muffled plea of teen through the door.

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"Oh come on, they can't be that big."

"God damn it Misato stop pulling that hurts."

"They can't be bigger than this, it's Asuka's size, and she's had them longer than you have."

Asuka had a confused look on her face as she listened through the door. What were they doing in there? She had been kneeling there for the past few minutes after her curiosity had gotten too much for her in her room. Having had enough the red head stood and slide the door open.

...It appeared it was not the third child's day. There she was sitting on the bed with no top on, and Misato kneeling behind her trying to force the clips of the offending bra together. Asuka stood there gaping. There was the invincible Shinji only two day's a girl and already the girl was stacked!

A.N. Sorry it took so long to post this, it has been one of the hardest chapters I have ever written for some reason. Hope you enjoyed and I will try harder to post quicker next time. Do feel free to comment, any suggestions are very welcome. Till next time. Ja ne!