Chapter 5: What he is going to do.

Shoving Peter aside Arthur went back to the mirror and looked at his reflection. His once short messy sandy blond hair now cascaded down past his shoulders all the way down to his feet. It swished behind him as he walked in circles inspecting him-self. Other features had also changed he noticed looking down at the cleavage he now sported. It was awkward standing straight; he felt more top heavy. He looked up again turning around in the mirror walking a couple paces here and there, his new feminine hips swung from side to side as he had to hold up his unfitting pants up. He did not like this. These new movements made him annoyed that he was so feminine now. Why did his brothers do this to him now he wondered? He was shorter and more "dainty" than before.

"Shit this is just grate, just bloody grate, what the hell am I supposed to do now I have to go in to public eventually since there is a meeting today. I look, well, like a girl and unpresentible. How am I going to do this," then he paused talking to him-self as he realized he also had other plans today. Plans that he had made with the American, Alfred F. Jones. "The git American is coming I have to go out but I cant tell him, and I have nothing that I can look presentable in, fucking bloody shit. I bet knowing Allistor that git would not give an easy solution to this problem so just great I'm stuck like this. Well all I can do now is to at least look presentable and get some clothing that fits." He finished noticing his shirt was huge on him and really did show some major cleavage.

Still holding up his pants as he strolled back to his room and sat down. He decided to think about revenge later and go for a different task, clothing. He did not know many girls except Bella (Belgium) but he was afraid she would tell others, and New Zealand (except he was not sure that is she was a girl or not).

"Maybe Kiku would know some to help me," he said in his higher voice dialing the Japanese number.

"Mushi mushi this is Honda Kiku, who is this?" asked the voice on the other line.

"Oh..." Arthur started breathing into the phone and just stood there breathing into the phone not saying anything. He had not thought about what he was going to say or how to explain his predicament to the Japanese man.

"Hello? Alfred is this another prank," Kiku asked as Arthur's shaking hand hit the "end call" button.

"What am I going to do now... " He started to say.

"What happened to my voice?" he asked to no one brining his smaller hand up to his throat. There was no Adam's apple there and a higher voice replaced his once deeper voice. At that moment Peter walked in.

"Hahahahaha jerk Alice! That is what you get! Hahaha! Hey, hey what are you doing?" his sea blue eyes grew wide as the Brit started to smile formulating a plan.

"You're going to do me a favor. Your going to go out and buy me some clothing while I get ready for today and if you don't..." he paused for dramatic effect with a wicked smile crossing his face. He could see that the young Peter was ultimately terrified.

"I will bring Dementors on you!" at this Peter started crying begging Arthur not to. The self proclaimed Sealandish boy had started reading "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaband" and apparently gotten very frightened by the Dementors in the book and the movie.

"NO Alice no don't do that! They will kill me!" he pleaded to the Brit who was still smiling at the amusement of the situation.

"Ok then, I will give you money and you take Flying Mint Bunny with you and go shopping. I am going to freshen up and if the American gets here before you and ask anything and you tell him what happened I will send the Dementors on you like that" he snapped his fingers as the young boy nodded grabbing his coat and money rushing out the door.

"Oh Flying Mint Bunny fallow him, make sure he does not get into any trouble." He said to the green bunny with wings that appeared out of no where nodded and flew off to join the boy.

(Authors note: normally I would end it here but since I changed the typed version from my written version this chapter is going to be a slight bit longer to be able to get back to matching up with my master written copy...)

Arthur now dubbed as Alice stepped back in to the bathroom. He was in the house alone now. She really hoped that the American would be late like usual so he had enough time for the annoying Peter to get back and think of a story of how to explain his new appearance. But until then he needed to get washed. The day before Alice did not get to take a shower and now he reeked. The Brit, a former gentleman, thought it would be best to wash up.

As he got undressed he noticed his hair was getting in the way of everything; getting in his eyes, nose, and even his mouth. To long to leave down but how would he put it up he wondered grabbing a brush. He was still wearing his shirt, which was so big that he was wearing it more as a dress now with just his boxers on. He tried to brush his hair but it hurt every pull was painful, how did girls deal with this annoyance of such long hair, there was just so much of it! After what seemed like hours, really only 15-20 minutes, of grutating pain his hair was finally brushed and put back in to a bun with rubber bands. Finally he could get clean he thought starting to smell the sweat on his now huge clothing. He stripped in the bathroom and stared the water. One last time he looked in the mirror at his reflection trying to see if it really was Arthur staring back or Alice.

He noticed he had a nice figure and a gentle face. His eyebrows were not as thick as usual and his eyes seemed to be greener than normal. Turning around once more he smiled realizing how attractive he was; he got in to the waiting hot shower.

MEANWHILE...

Peter was having a hard time actualy finding girl clothing. He went to the sections that he and the Brit usually go to but there was no girly clothing there. He kept looking though but it was so hard to find and he was hungry and there was candy being offered really cheaply. Eventually half the money was spent on candy the other half with some guidance from a store clerk found the perfect outfit for the Brit. There was a supposed tight button up white shirt with a black skull and cross bone tie that had safety pins and chains dangling from it. Also there was a short type mini skirt that was red, black and white plad design. The lady thought with Peter's description would fit the "annoying jerky punk Brit".

Peter finally got to the house and noticed a motorcycle with a tall man on it pull up into the driveway...

(Authors note: I'll try to update more often, I have a lot of clubs/activities after school so I don't get to type that much but I will try to make more time but since I have more written down I just need to type it so I promise there will defiantly be more)