Voila! Finally finished.

This chapter is pretty rocky and random than the last one. And I'm grateful for how many readers I have so far.

Thanks for the review so far, and I have to give credit to my close bud, Tatsumaru Lee who helped me with my stories so far. He's a genius, because he was the one who came up with Sora's pervertedness. XP

Just read and find out what I'm talking about and you won't regret it.

Disclaimer- I don't own the characters of Kingdom Hearts, so forgive me if they are acting OOC.

Chapter Two- This Can't Be a Dream

"I'm just a person trapped inside a woman's body." –Elayne Boosler

"Back there when you were staring at me, I swear I thought you were gay."

"Wha— what makes you think I am?!"

"Are you?"

"You know I'm not!"

"Then why wouldn't you stop drooling at—."

"Don't even say it!"

"Why not?" I smirked. It's only been half an hour since this whole thing started, and between the confusion of it all, I finally gave up on Sora from recollecting himself, and I phoned Kairi myself, demanding her to come over. Let's just seriously pray that Selphie will not tag along with her. I would never hear the end of it from Selphie and that big loud mouth of hers if she did.

"B-because… I just don't want you to!" It's amusing how Sora is clearly flustered. It's almost too funny.

"Anyway, I'm bored." I simply yawned while I leaned against the kitchen counter, slouching in my chair. What do girls do for a living anyway?

"How are you bored when you just magically transformed into a girl?!" 'Magic?' He treats this new problem as if it came like magic? What gave him the crazy idea that this was a 'magical' miracle? Even though he wasn't saying it, he made it sound like it, at least. And don't think this incident is easy to digest.

For all I know, there might be no cure for this transformation and I'll be stuck as a female for life. I have no idea how my parents will deal with their only precious son being a part of their lives as a girl, and then a woman, and then……… an old lady.

I shuddered only when I knew Sora wasn't looking. Why do I have to be the one with the brain to think so far ahead when it comes to serious matters? I think that's what they call maturity and wisdom or something. Most of the time, I wish I was ignorant and innocent like Sora, because there were so many pornographic videos in my dad's computer that a child's curiosity seriously did damage my brain.

So, I don't need Sora to be my constant doom reminder to realize the situation. For now, I'm trying to act cool. I need to be calm.

"I'm trying to forget, and you're not really helping." I bet Sora feels so giddy that he refused to sit and be still. So instead, he decided to stand while he bored his nervous eyes upon the white wall, his arms crossed over his shirt-clad chest, attempting to cease the nervous twitching of his fingers. What do we do now? If only…

Wait, Sora has finally moved from his spot. And he's approaching me, with those unreadable eyes. What is he planning? To hide the fact I was anxious, I leaned back against my chair until Sora stopped right in front of me. Those sky orbs of his are focused on my own, and he's not saying anything. I'm almost afraid to know what he is thinking.

"Is this really a dream?"

"What?" I'm getting really ticked off right now. Is he stupider than I thought he was? Didn't he just see my new, almost naked body just forty minutes ago to be hard enough proof?

"If this really is a dream, then I can do this." Before I could comprehend what he meant, Sora suddenly reached out to grasp one of my newly acquired boobs. What the bleepin' hell!? Maybe he isn't as innocent as I thought he was. I hate it when I'm wrong.

"…heh, heh, eh eh hehe…" Sora's perverted chuckles ringed in my ears and he sounded like as if he was caught in a dreamy trance. Well, if I knew how to do deal with this type of sexual harassment, I could've done something or at least pulverized him for touching me in an inappropriate area. But for some reason, my new body's alertness was sinking, as I began to feel this extremely odd yet pleasurable stir arouse in my conscious awareness.

It was suddenly hard to breathe when I averted my eyes away from Sora's hand squeezing one of my breasts to take note of his now crimson face. What is he doing to me? My body's refusing to respond and for the first time in my life, I am frozen, defenseless under whatever power Sora has under me.

If I can concentrate hard enough, I can close my eyes and picture everything that went normally before this whole gender thing started. I could've reached home in time and buried my perfect face into the sweet and pure delicacy of what I have deemed vanilla ice cream. Chocolate chip ruins the white vanilla with its crunchy and dark taste; Cookies and cream is just too sweet with its evil cookiness; and sherbet ice cream is too fruity. Reminds me of Selphie, Wakka, Kairi and Tidus. Their cheerfulness is starting to grow annoying. Whereas Sora…

Wait a sec,' I'm going off topic. Shame on me for thinking of a cold treat while I'm suspended against my will in this very hot kitchen.

The doorbell rang.

"Finally!" The spell broke to where I harshly pushed Sora aside and I practically bounded out of my chair to fly toward the door. It was getting uncomfortable with only Sora knowing the situation AND how he was manhandling me. Okay, maybe 'manhandling' is kinda over exaggerated, but now Kairi is here, and she's a witness, and she can save me. How wrong was I later on…

Besides, since Kairi's a girl, she might give a better (and safer) reaction. Because I was so hasty to get to my simple, oak fashioned door, I almost stumbled in my footing and fumbling with the very annoying doorknob that refused to work for a good couple of prolonging seconds, the door to my front yard was finally thrown open to reveal Kairi.

Simultaneously, my magenta-haired friend squealed in delight and jumped up and hugged me. If you're probably wondering as to why Kairi has performed such a dumb blonde move, it's because we are 'her boys,' in a way of speaking. Unfortunately, the matter doesn't apply to me anymore.

"It's good to see you again, Riku!" Pause. Strange, Kairi is silent. This girl almost talks away as if there was no tomorrow. Well, Selphie is a massive chatter box and that's why both girls are close friends. Kairi then hugs me tighter, her chest coming to press against mine. I hope she doesn't notice.

"…well, it's only been one hour since we saw each other last…" I trailed off eventually since I fear my voice would crack and betray any nervousness that I had tucked away to conceal. And then it was silent again. Man, gotta hate this silence. Suspense is killing me…

"Is it just me or did your chest get bigger, Riku and why are you sweating so much?" I stumble in my thoughts, searching for any possible answer that can satisfy her question. Man, this girl just has to be direct, doesn't she? Seemingly out of nowhere, Sora just popped out and shouted:

"RIKU'S A GIRL!!"

………………… thick silence………………...

I had no idea it was possible that my composed barrier had finally shattered and my ever rising annoyance finally sky rocketed and struck its peak. A punch just COMPLETELY came out of nowhere, (on my part) and definitely connected to Sora's face, sending him flying across my living room to slam brutally against the cream colored wall. His body was in a very pitiful state by the time it dropped in a heavy heap on my coffee table. Man, that's gotta hurt... but who cares? I'm not the one who's acting all perverted on my best friend.

Believing I had knocked him out, though I might also think I decapitated him, I turned toward Kairi in order to reassure her with a forced smile until Sora's voice rang out, yet again.

"Daaaammnn, Riiikkkuuuuu….. Are you on your period?" Sora's voice could only whine out that inquiry when at the very moment, I rapidly turned toward him and started beating the crap out of him, stomping his stomach inside out.

"You sick little pervert!"

"Stop, Riku before you kick me in the— AAHHHHH!" Sora shrieked out in utter agony, which was beautiful music to my ears. "You kicked me in the balls…"

"What in the hell were you thinking, you son of a biscuit!?"

"How am I supposed to know— Hey, quit kicking me!"

"You dumbass. Learn to keep your hands to yourself!"

"It's hard to do that when you're a girl, now is it?!" Don't tell me Sora just said that… about me?!

"I'm your best friend! Of course, you shouldn't do that! It defies the code of all that is right and holy!"

"What co—?!"

I had cut Sora off when I wrestled him to the ground, slamming his stomach against the wooden floor. I sat atop his back and pulled at his leg to hear a very satisfying pop. Sora cried out in pain. I smirked sadistically. Being a masochist has its rewarding points.

"Um, guys…"

"Not now Kairi, we're busy."

"Don't make me hit you, Riku!!"

"That's the most pathetic threat you have ever thrown at me in your entire life. What makes you think I will let you go easy?"

"Get away from me before you make me cry!!!"

"Can you guys please stop?"

"Yes, c'mon Riku. Please!! PLEASE!!! Just listen to her! OW!! YOU KICKED MY HEAD!!!"

"I'll NEVER stop until your mind turns to mush, and then you'll be too stupid to ever think of a perverted thought again. That, I will promise you."

Sora gasped in fear. "You wouldn't…"

I smirked evilly. "I can, and I will."

"DO YOU BOYS EVER SHUT YOUR TRAP?!" I stopped all sign of movement.

"Don't tell me…" In slow motion, I ever so slowly turned around to meet the inevitable, and it happens to be that the inevitable is wearing a very bright, and hideous yellow dress.

"What happened to you, Riku? You look as if you had done a blow job!!"

I literally choked. Maybe I did get carried away when I was unleashing my wrath on Sora. My long hair looked extremely disheveled, and I probably looked red from all the anger I have vented out on Sora, causing me to sweat. And my big t-shirt hung clumsily off my shoulders, revealing some bare skin. Yeah, maybe that's why Selphie said that…

"I gotta WHAT?!" I never knew it was possible to feel disgust, shock, and mortification all at one time.

"So…" I completely forgot about Kairi in the middle of this whole chaos. Kairi paused again, and I really don't want to know what she has got to say next. Her luminescent, sapphire eyes gazed thoughtfully upon the ceiling, her finger pressing firmly against her lip. "You're a girl now, right? Those clothes look too big on you, Riku. Maybe we should get you some new ones."

Selphie's face lit up instantly.

"Riku's a girl?! Sweet! Let's take him to the mall!!" Kairi smiled brightly and turned toward Selphie. They seem to be passing on a silent message I can't seem to decipher. I will never understand the female mind.

"Selphie, you just read my mind." Both of my female friends were exchanging looks of diabolical, evil grins that stretched as far as their ears. I slowly try to back away before the danger would be unleashed, but it was too late. They captured me in their grasps and at this very instant, they were in vain from trying to ruthlessly shove me out of my house when I had immediately latched onto the side of the wall in utter desperation.

"Oh God, Jesus help me Lord!!" While I poured all my heart and soul out in my grip on this wall, for I swear I will never let go as long as I live, I just noticed Sora rubbing his head from where I oh, so graciously kicked him. Also, it seemed he recovered from the groin kick I delivered to him. Relief swept over me in a millisecond. "My prayers have just been answered!! Sora, help me! I don't want to die in the hands of amazons!!!"

I never had to plead in my life, because I had most situations under control. But this case was entirely a different story. Sora is the only person around who could possibly help me from this hellhole. But I had my doubts now when he deliberately walked calmly toward my direction, torturing me to wait for him.

He contemplates at my hands and arms clutching the wall for dear life until he leaned in and started peeling off my fingers one by one.

"This little piggy prayed to God… This little piggy's prayers are on hold… This little piggy's prayers have not been answered… This little piggy has gone to play dress up… and this little piggy is going to the mall." Sora had gone as far as sing this little nursery song with a glowing grin radiating off his face. I deadpanned when I realized what is happening. Karma is trully a bitch.

"Damn you…" I gritted through clenched teeth before a madly grinning Selphie and a lunatic smiling Kairi dragged me out of my house. The last thing I saw was Sora waving me goodbye with that innocent smile on his face until we turned down a corner.

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