Misaki was in the kitchen, making breakfast. But throughout the entire thing, he felt akward. This new body was lighter, and heavier at the same time. His hips kept bumping into counters, and he could barely maneuver past his chest!

After the seventh time his hips crashed into something, Misaki almost gave up.

"How do girls live with this!"

"I don't know, but I think I've got the hang of it", Akihiko answered.

He had gotten dressed before coming downstairs and was now watching Misaki figure it out. But mostly he was enjoying the spectacle. In his rush to flee from Akihiko's advances, Misaki left in only a shirt, leaving the rest of his body on display.

Now that he was a she, Akihiko could point out obvious differences, but could still tell that it was Misaki. His brown hair was now down to his waist, and his face was more feminine. Akihiko wondered if this Misaki would be more willing.

"Stop staring at me you pervert!", Misaki yelled.

"Is it so perverted to admire a masterpiece?"

"Masterpiece, yeah right. You're just imagining all sorts of perverted things. Probably thinkin' about putting me in a dress or-"

"That's right!", Akihiko realized.

"Huh?"

"Now that you're a girl, you can wear a dress."

"Weren't you listening? I'm not gonna be all girly!"

"I heard", Akihiko said. "But we both know how this is going to turn out", he smirked.

"Whatever, I need some pants", Misaki said, feeling the weird, new draft.

"Who says you need them", Akihiko grinned, grabbing Misaki from behind.

"I just said so!"

He suddenly let go of Misaki and got on his cell phone. Misaki looked at him in confusion as he talked to someone else. When he hung up, Akihiko turned back to Misaki with a very familiar look on his face.

"Now then, let's have breakfast", he said.

"Who were you just on the phone with?", Misaki asked suspicious.

"Itadakimasu", Akihiko said, ignoring him.

"Usagi-san? Usagi-san?"

"You've outdone yourself with today's breakfast Misaki."

"Stop dodging the question!"

-Egoist-

Hiroki was grading some papers, and was getting relatively comfortable in his new body. He sat cross-legged amongst stacks of papers. He wore a plain t-shirt and some sweatpants. He found some wayward rubberband to tie his hair into a messy ponytail.

As he worked, Nowaki watched him in fascination.

"Would you stop staring at me you creep?"

"I can't help it. You're just like Hiro-san, but a girl."

"That's exactly the situation! Don't you have a shift to go to?"

"Not until tonight. I'm free unless they page me", Nowaki smiled.

"Then find some way to entertain yourself."

"I am entertained."

"That doesn't include gawking at me!"

"But Hiro-san, you're so cu-"

"Don't you dare say it", Hiroki warned, poised to throw something.

"Sorry, I can't help it."

"Yeah, whatever."

Nowaki kept staring for a few minutes, before he noticed something. "Um, Hiro-san, do you feel weird?"

"No. Why?"

"There's a red spot on your pants."

"What? Where?", Hiroki stood up and looked around.

"Not there, between your legs."

"Between my legs?"

"Hiro-san, I think you're on your period."

"DON'T SAY THAT SO CALMLY! I'M BLEEDING!"

"Actually Hiro-san, it's not just blood. It's also a mix of ute-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it! How the hell do I have a period?"

"Well you are a mature woman", Nowaki said.

"Stop treating me like a guinea pig. How am I supposed to fix this!"

"Women usually use tampons or something like that."

"Like hell I'll use one of those", Hiroki refused.

"Then use some tissues or something, anything."

"I'd rather ignore the fact that I have this thing at all!", Hiroki yelled, pointing at his nether regions. "But I guess it's made sure I can't."

He got up to go to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Nowaki wondered if his Hiro-san would allow him to take him on a date.

"I'll ask him when he comes back."

-Terrorist-

"Alright, first things first, you need new clothes", Miyagi said.

"Why? My clothes are just fine."

"Women wear bras for a reason right? Being in a new body is weird. I'm just trying to make you feel more comfortable."

"How am I supposed to be comfortable standing outside of a lingerie store?", Shinobu yelled.

And that's exactly where they were. Miyagi and Shinobu stood outside the doors of a man's forbidden zone. But now, one of them was not a man. Right now, he just wore his own clothes, and didn't bother doing anything to his now shoulder-length hair.

"You're. . . you're coming in with me, right?", Shinobu trembled.

"As much as I'd love to, I'd rather not look like a creeper. It's one thing for a man my age to walk into an underwear shop. It's another thing for me to be following a girl into one."

Shinobu looked up at him with teary eyes and Miyagi almost took it back.

"I-I'll be waiting for you out here. Don't take too long", he said before pushing Shinobu through the doors.

"That idiot. How am I supposed to know what to get?"

"Hello, may I help you?", one of the employees asked.

"Um, I n-need to find the right type of underwear. But. . . I don't know. . ."

"Don't worry, we'll have you fitted and find what's best."

-Romantica-

Shortly after breakfast, a guy arrived with a box. Akihiko signed for it, while Misaki looked on with suspecting eyes.

'Whatever's in that box can't be good.'

When the guy left, Akihiko turned to Misaki with a bright smile.

"Misaki, I've got a present for you."

"What is it?", Misaki asked, holding Suzuki-san protectively.

"Come see for yourself", he said, opening the box.

Misaki got up and looked into the box. He looked through it and then looked back up at Akihiko.

"Hell. No."

"Can't you just try on one?"

"How can you even ask me that!"

"Just the maid one. I think it fits you best", Akihiko grinned.

"Get those thoughts out of your head! I'm nothing like a maid!"

"You cook for me yes?"

"I do."

"And clean the house?"

"Yes."

"And attend to my needs?"

"If by 'needs' you mean you're perverted advances-"

"Yes, you're like my little maid", Akihiko affirmed.

"No I'm not!"

"Then what about the bikini? There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

"Why would I wear that?"

"In case you go swimming."

"If I wear one of these, will you just drop it!"

Akihiko nodded.

"Fine", Misaki grabbed one of the outfits and went upstairs to change.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

So, give me suggestions for which outfit Misaki should wear!

P.S. That hip thing has happened to me a bunch of times. I think I've cleared a corner, and then it crashes into me!

P.S.S. Should I include lemons in this story? I don't want to gather all that courage and find out my readers don't want it.