Ch2.

"Hurry up, Sanji! Guys, he's taking too long in there!"

"For God's sake, Luffy! Stop yelling, we're next to you, we can hear you just fine!" Ace said harshly. He was going to have a headache, thanks to his hyperactive brother.

"I can't help it, this is so much fun!"

"I am glad my lack of luck with the ladies amuses you, Luffy…" Sanji said from behind the dresser.

"Stop whining, once we're done with you, your luck will definitely change…I can bet on it!"

Sanji wished he could have Ace's confidence but he knew better "Whatever. Who the hell picked out this outfit!?" 'Must be Franky's or a joke…'

"Sanji-ya come out so we can see…" Law said with an amused expression.

With a little hesitation, Sanji came out wearing the most disturbing and horrible outfit ever. With the neon colors, he could be seen in the middle of the forest if he ever gets lost.

Silence…and more silence. Sanji was getting uneasy so he tried to break the silence…

"What do you guys th-"

There was a sputter before everyone burst into laugher.

Laughing…all of them are fucking laughing, except for Franky, who as Sanji predicted before, picked out this outfit.

"You look super, Sanji-bro! Don't listen to them." Franky said glaring at them.

"Super!? Franky, just look at him! With that Hawaiian shirt and those neon green pants he looks like something Dr. Seuss would throw up."

"You're one to talk Zoro-bro with your hair and all."

Bursts of laughter could be heard again.

"Hey! You want my foot up to your ass!? And what the hell are you laughing about, puffy-hat?"

"What's wrong with my hat?" Law looked seriously at Zoro.

"What's not wrong with it?" Ace responded instead.

"Enough, enough!" Marco yelled. "We're here to help Sanji not make fun of him. Now…those in favor raise your hand."

Only Franky raised it of course.

"Ok…so, that's a no…next outfit!" Marco said, as Franky pouted.

It went over like that for a while; more outfits, more yelling, insults, fights, laughs…

Sanji wanted to flee and never look back. He knew his friends were trying to help him but with the way this was going…they will only make things worse. Now, he found himself trying on awful clothing at the mall and being embarrassed in public.

Yes, he was pissed, hours and hours of trying on clothes and not a single t-shirt or pants bought. 'This is useless…maybe I should buy lots of cats and live happily with them…'

"What is taking you so long, curly?"

"Shut up, Marimo!" 'Jeez, what have I done to deserve this? Is it too much to ask for a bit of luck with women without going through this hell?'

"Sanji?!"

"I'm coming!" 'Those motherfuc- wait, is that a woman's voice I'm hearing?'

"Hey, shitheads! Are we alone?"

"Why, yes, Sanji. Why do you ask?"

"Are you sure?" He could swear he heard a woman.

"Don't you trust us?" Marco asked. Out of all of them, Marco was someone he could trust, after all he is the oldest and more mature of them, but something seems fishy.

"Ok…" Sanji stepped outside. A few seconds later, all of them were laughing at him again. This was getting old, fucking assholes, good for nothi-

"Oh, my, I can see what you guys were talking about…"

Sanji turned his head to his right and there, sitting on a chair, was a beautiful dark haired woman, she seems a bit older than him but not less beautiful…and here he was, dressed in a ridiculous outfit, making a fool of himself.

"W-Who-"

"Sorry, Sanji-bro…this is Robin Nico, she is a super friend of mine, she came to greet us and well, we kinda told her about you and your situation…"

"What?!" 'Kill me now…'

Robin took a few steps closer to Sanji, inspecting him from head to toe, going in circles around him. Sanji felt uneasy.

"If I may, perhaps I can be of your assistance."

"What the hell could you possibly know abo-"

"Zoro-bro, Robin-sis is studying fashion design…"

"Here we are helping Sanji with a makeover and you have a friend who is a fashion designer and you never thought of asking for her help?" Law accused.

"Like I would let her get close to you, you perverts! Who knows what you might do to her!"

"Franky, you're the worst of all of us!" they yelled in unison.

"If you're done talking about me in front of me…" Robin captured their attention. "Yes, I can actually help your friend…"

"Awesome! So, what should we do next?" Ace asked.

It seems Sanji has no say in the matter.

"Actually…it's best if you all leave it to me, you would all only get in the way…"

They all stared at her; even Sanji, and then Marco spoke up. "Are you sure? I mean…"

"I'm sure…but before you go…I need money for clothes, the stylist and a few extras."

"Hey, hey, I never agreed to give money! Cook, sorry but you're going to remain a virgin for a loooonnnggg-" Zoro started.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" 'Not in front of the lady!'

"Oh, what a shame and here I thought you all wanted to help with your friend's happiness…"

Great way to make them feel guilty. One by one, they all gave Robin cash, leaving some of them with a few bucks in their wallet.

"Fucking woman, I want to see an improvement, if not…" Zoro threated her, after all, they all were giving her a lot of money. "…and you!" Zoro pointed at Sanji. "I want a 'thank you' dinner for this, you heard me?"

Sanji nodded. "Yeah, yeah, mosshead…"

Everyone seems to be ok with that. They will leave Sanji in Robin's hands and will wait for him in Franky's room.

Sanji watched their retreating forms, leaving them alone… alone? Oh, fuck! He is alone! With a woman! A beautiful woman! He should introduce himself properly. "N-Nice to meet you, my love. I am-"

"Sanji,, right?" She looked at him in the eye.

Sanji nodded. 'Oh! What amazing eyes she has…'

"Don't worry, I promise I will help you. Now, should we start?"

Sanji nodded again, not trusting his voice. 'Oh, what a magnificent angel! I love you!'

"Ok, let's see…let's first start with your hair, perhaps something shorter and a bit messy…and the beard has to go…then we could-"

Sanji had the feeling that she was talking more to herself than to him…so, he just followed her instead, trusting her judgment. After all…who better to make him look good for a woman than another woman? Right?

A few hours later…

"No way in hell!" Sanji yelled.

He took back everything he said about trusting this woman. No way in hell, he was going to let that fucking…creature near him!

"Sanji, Miss Ivankov is one of the highest more recognized stylists in the industry, we're lucky she even had time to help us…"

"She? You're calling that a she?!" the blond man yelled. Fuck this shit, he's going home. No way, no fucking way he was going near that lady…dude…whatever she/he was!

"Oh! What a meanie…here I am trying to help you get a lovely lady like myself and…"

"LIKE YOURSELF?!"

"Sanji, please…" Robin begged him this time, looking straight at him pleading, she was faking of course, to him.

Sanji looked at her, how he could say "no" to such a lovely creature like herself? He was going to regret this but…you should never go against a woman's wish!

"O-Ok, Robin…just for you."

"I'm glad, Sanji." Robin smiled. "Ivankov…"

"Ok! Right this way, sugar! I'm going to make you look handsome…"

Sanji followed the colorful transvestite inside as Robin took a magazine and a sat outside to wait for him.

Later on…

Robin checked the time again. It has been an hour since Sanji went inside with Ivankov. What could possibly be taking this long? Sure, Sanji needed a lot of work but nothing that serious. Just when she was about to take another magazine, she heard a high pitched scream.

"Kyaaaa!"

"Get the fuck away from me, you freak!"

Followed by more yells.

"Candy-boy, who would have thought! You surely are…"

"Shut up, shut up, I don't want to hear it coming from you!"

"~~Honey, please come back~~~"

"If you don't shut up, I am going to shove it up your ass!"

"~~Naughty boy~~" Ivankov replied teasingly.

"Wha-no, that's not what I meant!"

"Oh, hoh, look at you, all flustered…just for me."

"I am going to kill you…"

Robin chuckled. Those two seemed to get along well. The door slammed open, Robin heard footsteps coming her way and she stood up, waiting for Sanji and Ivankov to make an appearance.

Ivankov was the first one to show up. She/he looked at her and winked.

No sign of Sanji yet.

"Candy-boy, don't be shy, come out."

Robin watched Sanji approach them slowly. Robin couldn't believe her eyes. This can't be the Sanji she met a few hours ago. Sanji has no beard now, just some hair on his chin; making him look younger, his hair now looks soft and shiny a bit messy-like but stylish. He looked well…handsome and it seemed that Ivankov took Sanji's glasses away, she didn't notice the color of his eyes before, a deep unique blue.

"You always exceed my expectations, Ms. Ivankov." the dark haired woman complimented.

"I know right! He looks yummy!"

"Quit it with that disgusting behavior in front of the lady!"

"Ooooh, but if we were to be alone…"

Sanji growled, he couldn't stand this motherfucker!

"Thanks for your help again." They needed to hurry, after all, Sanji still needed new clothes, some cologne, shoes…

"No problem, Miss Nico, and candy boy, you can come back anytime you want…"

"Like hell…" Sanji murmured. He had enough.

Sanji walked next to Robin, he looked back to find Ivankov waving good bye at him while blowing kisses, so he grabbed Robin by her wrist and they quickly left.

Later on…

After having bought new clothes, accessories, shoes, cologne and more, they finally took a break to eat and thanks to Sanji's oh, so generous friends, they were able to eat at a nice place instead of fast food, something Sanji was grateful for.

Once done, they both headed back to the university; after all, it has been a long day.

Thank God tomorrow is Friday. Ooooooh, shit, Friday?! He totally forgot the old man's birthday gift! Well, he still has some time tomorrow, perhaps the marimo could help him…

Sanji stared at the woman next to him. 'She really is beautiful…Franky, you lucky bastard.' "Thank you, my darling, for the help…"

"No need to thank me, after all, that's what I am good at…"

"You definitely are the best!"

Robin giggled. "You are so sweet, Mr. Cook."

'Yeah, no shit, that's the problem…'

"I hope that your friends approve of my choices, otherwise your friend will carry through with his threat…"

"Tch! Like I would let that baboon hurt a lady…"

They both came to a stop.

"I know. Well, I need to go to my apartment. After all, my roommate is waiting for me. I'll see you around, Mr. Cook, it was nice to have finally met you."

"Of course! I'll see you soon as well, Robin!"

Sanji saw her leave, and headed to his own room.

Once inside, he took out the clothes and everything they bought. Zoro wasn't there, probably out with the guys getting wasted and flirting with chicks.

'Seriously, of all of his friends, why was he the only one unfortunate enough with the opposite sex? Zoro could get anyone he wanted with just a wicked smile, Ace has all women melting with his bad boy's attitude, Marco's easygoing personality draws women in, Franky, despite his wardrobe, is the most confident guy he knows and women like that, Usopp has Kaya, his high school sweetheart, fuck, even Luffy has the gorgeous Boa after him…Stop! Stop thinking. Tomorrow, tomorrow his luck will change, he has a good feeling about it. Ladies, beware! Your prince is on his way!'

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I posted a pic of Sanji for this story (not mine, I must clarify) so you all could have an idea how Sanji looks now and how I imagine him in this fic.

Next chapter, the boys will try to help Sanji and well, let's also see how they are going to react to Sanji's new look, especially Zoro.

Proofread and edited by Coco42

As always comments, constructive criticism or requests are always welcome.