(A/N) You know what's just as entertaining as reading this story? Reading it's reviews! Seriously, you people are rather interesting. Anyways... miracle upon miracle I'm updating within twenty four hours of my last update... (this is where you gasp)

Disclaimer: Me not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Compared to oh great Arakawa-sensei who own it, I nothing but lowly neadrothol! (NEADROTHOLS EAT THEIR BABIES!)

Other Disclaimer: This story is full of stereotypes and such and believe me... I don't think everyone is like that... nor do I support it! Go anti-conforming! (YAY)

"Hm..." Winry looked him up and down again "Perhaps a skirt would be a bit too much for you..."

This was absolutely the most bittersweet moment of my lifetime. There I am standing, watching Winry deciding whether or not Roy should wear a skirt! The problem? I'm already wearing one.

"Why did I agree to your stupid bet..." Roy hissed at me. I grinned. Boy did he look pathetic... Though it didn't comfort me to think that I looked even more pathetic. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind.

"Hey Winry?" I said enthusiastically. "Hm?" she looked up from her concentration on Roy. "Why is it so much harder to dress up Roy than me?"

"Well.." Winry looked him up and down again "he's got a different build than you. You're almost my size so-"

"She means your a girly looking shrimp." Roy cut her off.

"I AM NOT A PATHETIC LOOKING SHRIMP WITHOUT A TRACE OF MANLINESS!" I screamed and went to kick him. Unfortunately the breeze reminded me I was wearing a skirt and I stopped myself.

"Oh my gosh!" Winry exclaimed looking at me. "What?" I was confused again. She ran up and started playing with my boobs. (Gawd that sounds so wrong.) "Your boobs are out of allignment! What were you doing!"

I looked over at Roy and my face started turning red "Nothing really... just a few difficulties..."

"Okay!" she clapped her hands together. "I've found a solution." Winry went and dug through the mounds of clothes she'd put in her car. She pulled out a (rather large) bra and an armful of socks.

"Royette, you're going to be a curvy woman!" She smiled. I was laughing my ass off. That was just plain hilarious.

Winry pushed him into the car and handed him somethings. I didn't get a chance to see all of what it was but somthing told me I'd find out soon enough.

A few minutes passed, and Roy ...er Royette emerged from the car.

High heeled, slender boots, black tights, a frilly black mini skirt, a pink haori, and boobs... this is what had befallen upon Roy. IT WAS FRIKIN AWESOME.

The best part was the look on his face, which did NOT match that body. As I was cracking up Winry began digging through he stuff again and pulled out a black wig.

"C'mere." She motioned to Roy and started fiddling with makeup and junk and I was trying to keep from suffocating from laughter.

My mouth dropped the next time Roy turned around. He looked like... like a GIRL! It gave me chills how convincing it was. Scary beyond reason!

"The long black hair and the makeup suits you." I managed to say with a straight face.

He glared and looked back at Winry. "Are we done now?"

"Hang on." she said rearranging his chest. "There. Okay girls! Let's go!"

We dreadfully followed the oh-too-happy Winry Rockbell lead us to our sock-filled doom.

Three hours left... I thought... only three hours left...

(A/N) Wasn't that quick? Already four chapters! I bet this'll be like, the longest story I've ever written! Anyways I'm off to update other stuff so PLEASE review and be sure to read my other crap too. Thanks, BYE!