A/N: To those who are receiving this update and have not noticed the change in the story. Please re-read the first chapter. This story was re-written with much more content than before. Enjoy.

The Planning Stage

Parties for Haruhi were always pure. Some cake, some games and of course family and friends. She never knew what to expect from a party with the students at Ouran Academy.

Luckily Kurakano said this party was going to be a small affair and it didn't matter what Haruhi wore. After yesterday, she preferred to just wear something comfortable, and she did. A pair of jeans with a t-shirt. Underneath she had on a sports bra and over was a sweater. Secretly she hoped it would be enough for this particular classmate.

"Haruhi!" The pretty girl known as Kurakano called out. She waved at her from across the yard. Haruhi hadn't even made it to the front door yet, and her friend was waiting to greet her. "I am so glad you came. I had a great idea for your prank!"

Oh great, She thought, I almost forgot about that. After a good nights sleep, she had gotten over her initial irritation. It bubbled back up once she remembered the crazy week that had transpired. Her resolve returned soon after.

The girl had grabbed Haruhi's hand and tugged her into the house. The house was just as fancy and expensive as her friends' homes, but this one was more charming than gaudy. It resembled a cottage from the outside, and the interior was filled with beautiful handcrafted furniture. Mostly wooden with floral patterns.

Kurakano slowed down when she reached the sitting room where her closest friends were currently sitting around. From the looks of it, Haruhi was the only "boy" invited to this little get-together. In total there were six girls. Sakurazuka, another of her regular guests by the name of Ruri Karasuma, the two girls from yesterday, and Renge Houshakuji.

Renge jumped up and squealed when she saw Haruhi enter the room. "Oh Haruhi, you are here. I am so glad you made it. Yesterday was so amazing. I nearly fainted when the twins and Tamaki fell all over you. It was the most wonderful, spectacular, sensational display of boy on boy love I have ever seen. I could have just died!"

Surprised by Renge's outburst the Haruhi and the others took a step away from the overexcited girl. As the official Host Club "manager," declared such by the girl herself, she attended every meeting even for a brief moment. She used the club as her own personal inspiration for her short stories and self-published manga.

"You guys were serious when you said it was a small party." Haruhi fidgeted.

"Oh yes," Kurakano agreed. "I wanted a girls day, but since you are our favorite host, we thought it would be nice to treat you for once. As a friend." The girl blushed furiously.

"That was really nice of you" Haruhi smiled. Then remembered the outburst of Renge moment ago, which brought her mind back to yesterdays events and the possibility of a prank. "Um, I want to apologize about yesterdays club meeting. I was sort of rude after the guys got me all covered in tea."

"No, don't worry about it. I am excited actually" the long-haired girl had cried out. She was one of the new girls from the day before, and Haruhi wasn't sure she remembered her name. Nor did she know the others name very well either. Neither of them were in her class. She only knew them because of Kurakano and Sakurazuka.

Haruhi made a point to ask them, but she didn't get a chance before Renge stole the conversation again.

"Oh, that's right. The girls were saying you were planning a prank on the rest of the guys. I am dying to hear about it." She gushed grabbing Haruhi's wrist and tugging her back to the sofa's.

The others made room and straightened their hair and the fabric of their dresses out of habit. A couple of them had let out some giggles when Haruhi was unceremoniously seated down by the female classmate.

"Right," she said carefully. "Listen, you guys. I was overreacting yesterday. They made me so mad this last week that I just wanted to turn everything right around on them. The prank would take too much time." Not to mention, it's risky. What if they figured out the truth before I could go back to normal? What if the guys blow it themselves by doing something equally stupid?

"Oh come one." Sakurazuka encouraged. "It was a brilliant idea. And it was Tamaki's idea in the first place. Please tell us what you were planning, besides the whole dressing up part."

"Dressing up part?" Renge blinked. "I have to know now. Spill it, Haruhi."

Sighing in defeat, she knew she had brought this one on herself. The boys had been so rude, and stupid and inconsiderate. They messed with her physically, emotionally and mentally with their flirting and pranks. Their constant bothersome behavior had interfered with her homework, her home life, and even her school activities. They were everywhere. They increased her debt, toyed with her things and hell, they even stole/auctioned off her property.

The more she thought about it, the more emboldened she became. The more her mind decided, yes, enough was enough.

"The boys like to call me a girl. They are going to get a girl. As of this week, I will be that girl." She stated. "I will wear the girls uniform and attend classes just like that."

"Oh, but you must flirt. You have to flirt!" The previously quiet Ruri cried out.

"And you must call us by our first names." Kurakano blushed.

Which reminded Haruhi, "Oh that's right, I never got your names." She looked at the two other girls.

The two giggled. Being unknowns at the host club, Haruhi would not have known or really cared. She just wanted to get through her studies. She remembered Kurakano's name as Momoka and Sakurazuka was Kimiko. The others went by Chizu (the curly brown haired girl) and Natsu ( the raven black haired girl), apparently sisters. Go figure, they didn't look alike. Haruhi tucked those names in her memory for the next host meeting.

"So who has Haruhi's size in uniform," Renge asked. She eyed Haruhi's figure before reaching forward to tug the sweater off. Which enlisted a loud "HEY" from Haruhi who tried to bat the girls' hands away.

"Don't be shy Haruhi." She teased.

"What about Kurakano... I mean Momoka's family. You can't just undress me in public." She protested.

A collective round of disappointed sounds rounded. "Besides. I'm a girl now. Remember." She reasoned once she was out of reach.

Kimiko spoke up. "Why would this prank work. I mean the Host club would never believe you were a girl."

Haruhi rolled her eyes. These boys believed that she was male for a while before they caught on and still to this day the majority of the school was still following that belief. This question Haruhi had thought of thoroughly over the night.

"They are not going to want to admit to being wrong." She stated, "They will all believe it's true since they have never seen me dress.." Okay, that stretches the truth. She thought to herself before continuing.

"They also will want to pretend they knew all along so that they don't look like fools." And that was an outright lie. Even though they are fools.

"You really thought this through didn't you?" The girl called Chizu asked.

Haruhi shrugged. "I'm not really good at the flirting part. I guess... I'm just going to have to copy what they did to me."

Collectively the five girls held their breaths and blushed madly as they imagined Haruhi whispering in their ears, pressing 'his' body up against the other hosts, and even... kissing them. It was at that point that Haruhi knew she was in way over her head.

Haruhi made a list.

That's what she needed a list of things to do to her Host Club members. She listed them based on who the biggest offenders were, and who deserved to be flustered over embarrassed. As it ended up being, the list was primarily targeting Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru. Of course, she did have a few exceptional things to say/do to Kyoya as well.

Honey and Mori were not so bad, but since this prank had to be pulled on the group collectively, they, unfortunately, had to be part of it.

Renge had taken it upon herself to call each and everyone she could think of to help make this prank work. The word was out "Pretend Fujioka was a girl." This meant that the girls were to treat her as such and any boy brave enough to flirt with the Host Club Natural were encouraged to do so.

They were also instructed to give Haruhi advice when needed since she so obviously didn't know how to flirt properly.

The more the planning went, the more comfortable Haruhi became with the idea. As an added bonus, the more she finally found the plan to be... fun.

She shook her head. I never thought pranks could be fun. All the planning was making this endeavor seem like a project rather than an attempt at revenge. She was getting to try something on her own for once. It was exciting. Even scary but she was determined.

The list of offenses helped her keep her resolve to go through with the prank.

Tamaki was getting a rebounded dose of his romantic nature. That was number one. The twins, same but with the added attempts to bring out their jealousy. Mild flirting would be equally distributed to the others as needed. But above all, the prank was to irritate them to believe that Haruhi outed herself.

That was the best part of this. Haruhi would finally show them what things would be like if they didn't stop acting like idiots. If they would just leave her be for a while and let her relax around them instead of being on high alert.

A part of her was feeling a bit apprehensive, but she knew deep down, this had to be done... no matter how out of character she knew, this was.

"Haruhiiiii" Ryoji Fujioka, also known professionally as Ranka, called from the living room. "There is a package for you."

Jumping up from her desk in her room she hurriedly made her way to the living room of their small apartment. "Thanks, Dad." She said as she opened up the dress box and pulled out the female uniform for her school.

"Oh my goodness. Haruhi darling, are you finally going to dress up for school? What about the boys? Do they know?" He eyed his tomboyish daughter curiously.

"No." She said simply. "Don't tell them anything. It's a surprise."

Her father would not understand that this was meant to be a joke. He would want her to wear this stuff every day and would probably get upset with her for treating female clothing as a joke. It was after all his profession.

Ranka patted his daughter on the head and let her to her business. This time, he would let it go. Mostly because he was late for work and his hair was not even close to done. Gone were the days he used a wig to work now that his hair was luscious and long enough to style.

He glanced back at Haruhi and wistfully thought how cute she would be if only her hair would grow back.

Haruhi's nerves were getting to her. She tossed and turned in bed, worried about the next day. Both excited and apprehensive she didn't know what she was supposed to feel. By now the entire school except for six boys would be involved in the biggest joke Ouran has ever encountered.

It seems fantastic that the school would get behind such a childish thing, but according to the phone call she received not too long ago from Renge, even the teachers were in on it. How that happened, Haruhi will never know.

But now that everyone was involved she couldn't very well chicken out now. Nerves be damned. It was going to happen.

The uniform was hanging across the room from her, and she eyed it, considering what things would have been like if the Host Club had never given her the blue blazer in the first place.

Not that it mattered after tomorrow, nothing will be the same for Haruhi Fujioka.