Becoming Syaoran Li

Summary: Sakura Kinomoto had the perfect job, the not-so-perfect boyfriend and the bitchy boss that couldn't seem to get over her. At a party one night – things got a little…crazy and Sakura found herself waking up as Syaoran Li – her bitchy boss.

How was she going to explain this one? SS AU

Disclaimer: I don't own this story; I own my ideas and extra added in characters.

A/N: I changed the summary, so it would make more sense and give some insight to the actual story. Hope you all like ! And there is an important bit to read at the very bottom /smiles.

Chapter Four:

Changes

"Oh shit!" Sakura said, pulling the hot curling iron away from her ear quickly, ripping out a bit of her hair. She rolled her eyes at her stupidity, and continued on curling her hair.

Ethan was still in the shower, and they were getting ready to be at the benefit for seven thirty. It was nearing 6:30, and there stood Sakura clad in her bra and underwear in front of her vanity, curling her hair.

"What is it with women now a days?" Ethan spoke, from the doorframe of the bathroom. Steam was flowing out from behind him, giving him a sexy mysterious look.

Yet, no matter how hard Sakura felt – she couldn't find herself to look at him the same anymore; she saw everything totally different now.

So now you are sorry like you're all in love but where was your sorry when you broke it all up

"What do you mean?" She asked, setting the curling iron down and pinning up the back of her hair, letting small pieces of curled hair – frame her face.

He scratched the back of his head and moved into the bedroom, tightening the towel. He had to admit, she did look sexy and beautiful standing over there, he wanted to go over there and just give it to her.

But she had seemed on edge lately, ever since her small accident at the hospital – she seemed out of sorts. But the doctor had said that it was the medication – they would make her woozy randomly, and do weird things to her.

So he assumed it was that.

He assumed everything.

"All women stand in front of the mirror dressed in their skivvies" he said, adding a wink at the end. She just scoffed and took the bobby pin out of her mouth.

"Okay, you try standing here – holding this hot…" she glanced down at it, "-thing that is 25 degrees and tell me you'd not be hot! I'm DYING. I want to take another shower because it's so fucking hot over here"

Before she knew it, he was behind her – rubbing her back, kissing her neck lovingly.

I cried me a river, I cried me a sea, I cried me an ocean, I cried me a stream, I'm fresh out of teardrops you've got me on E I'm out of emotion got nothing in me

She could feel her emotions spark up, and she tilted her head back – letting some of her curls fall behind her back.

"Standing this far from you-" he started, his hot breath on her ears. "-Has got me feelin'…excited. Care to take care of that?"

He had taken her hand and placed it over the growing bulge evident through his towel. She moaned softly but straightened back up, after seeing the time.

"We don't have time!" she said, as she furiously put her hair up, curling small pieces here and there. She was mad at herself, furious. She didn't want to have sex with him, she didn't want to forgive him – she had to bite her tongue every time she looked at him.

He disgusted her because he could act so normal after he had sex with that girl...

He stalked off, with a very hard hard-on, muttering party pooper under his breath. It was almost seven and she hadn't done her make up or gotten dressed.

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"Excuse me, Syaoran" a pretty woman said, her long black hair curled sleek under the lighting. She wore a pretty pale yellow dress that seemed to glisten in the dark lights.

He turned around, dressed in an expensive looking Gucci suite, his date hanging onto him like he was her air. "Yes" he said, raising an eyebrow, which seemed to melt behind his messy hair.

It look like he had woken up fifteen minutes before the benefit and headed off to the party, the man looked delectable.

"I was just wondering if you were planning to be in the new addition of Vogue? I've heard rumors and was wondering…-"

His date cut the young pretty woman off, her red hair tied up in a sleek bun. It made her cheekbones pop but made her forehead look huge. She wore a short puffy red dress with red heels, the lady in red.

"That's information he isn't willing to discuss" her high pitch voice cut in and the woman looked at her, eyeing up her small frame.

"And who are you again? I haven't seen you at the office. Speaking of the office…I haven't seen Sakura-san all night and it's nearing eight pm, where is she?"

Syaoran's eyes scanned the event; the benefit was filled with people. Each person was allowed to bring one guest and he had seen Tomoyo who was with her Chinese Aunt who claimed to be into some sort of 'ancient magic' but Syaoran thought it was nonsense.

He glanced at his date, unhooked his arm from her and excused himself from the ladies, heading straight for Tomoyo but before reaching it, he noticed the front doors opening, and a beautiful woman walking through draped in a green dress.

She was staring right at him, a smile evident on her face. She knocked the breath out of him, and he hadn't noticed Eriol standing next to him.

"She's kinda pretty no?" He said, knocking Syaoran out of his reverie.

He just nodded slowly, never taking his eyes off of her. And then he looked away, as soon as Ethan creeped up behind her and put his arm around her waist. He noticed the look that flashed over her face and made a mental note to ask her later.

He smiled towards them, and headed over to her way. "Sakura…" there was a pause as he nodded towards Ethan – that's all this douche bag deserved. "Glad you could make it Ethan" He said.

He just grunted, scanning the area. He hoped that no one he knew had shown up – but then again, why would they? Not like the women he knew were…

He had trailed off as soon as she walked through the crowd, a huge smile on her face along with a sexy grin on her face.

"Baby" she called, putting her arm around Syaoran, but looking at Ethan the whole time, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of her.

"Sakura, why don't we go make our speeches?" Syaoran said, as he grabbed her by the shoulders and steered her away, glancing back at his date and Ethan who seemed to disappear right away…

He wasn't even going to stay for Sakura's speech? What a shitty boyfriend.

"You look beautiful tonight, that's a pretty dress. Where did you find it?" He whispered in her ear, and truth be told – she could get used to being in his arms but he was being friendly, the friendly boss.

"I got it as a gift" She said as they stepped on to the stage, the crowds breaking out into applause.

"Ladies and Gentlemen… The long awaited – Syaoran Li" Sakura's pretty voice rang through the hall; she searched for Ethan and Syaoran's date, and was relieved when she saw the girl chatting up with Tomoyo. Eriol had been with Ethan at the punch tables.

She handed the mic to Syaoran and stepped off the stage, watching his figure. He had always been very good at public speaking – it was like a gift of his. She couldn't seem to figure him out that way. But she didn't complain.

"Thanks for everyone coming out, it's been a pleasure to chat with some of you and I'm hoping afterwards that I'll be blessed with the chance to chat with some more of you. It's great to get to know my employees considering I'm stuck with this monster all day" He jerked his thumb towards Sakura, who blushed softly. Everyone broke out into laughter, and even he was laughing.

"As some of you may have heard, I'm doing a cover shoot with Vogue about being business man of the year and proceeds of this benefit tonight will be going to two different shelters – homeless children and abused animals, kind of a soft spot for a lot of people, ne?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Sakura's stomach did a flip at the sincere smile, it in fact reached his eyes – she took note of that. And she felt like running towards him and jumping into his arms.

And she almost did it, she stopped herself after taking a step forward, Syaoran saw this and assumed she wanted to speak.

"Don't be shy Ms Kinomoto" he spoke as he glanced at her, holding out the mic, she inwardly groaned grabbing the microphone.

She glanced into the bright lights and her co-workers, many that she found herself really getting along with.

"Well… that's probably the most sincere speech that I've ever heard my boss say, probably in a long time" she let out a soft laugh, blending in with the crowd.

"I hope I also get the chance to talk with you all tonight, please remember that the bar has now officially opened in the back there, and if you are driving home – please don't drive home intoxicated. Think about your family" The last part was soft and she smiled sadly, thinking about her family.

"Are you dating Syaoran?" Someone called up from the crowd and Sakura's head shot up, she noticed Ethan's head whip towards her direction, his eyes dark.

He doesn't get that right, I should just say yes – but then Syaoran would say something that'd make me look stupid.

"Ah, no… We're not." She started but he moved close to her, putting his hand on her lower back, "She's just my personal slave – I mean, assistant" he joked.

The crowd laughed before things turned serious, "No, I don't like to mix work and play, plus – both of our partners are in the audience tonight. A quick hello to Lena and Ethan!"

The crowd applauded and Sakura found herself rushing off the stairs, Syaoran hot on her trail. Before she could exit the stage, he had grabbed her wrist.

"I know you wanted to say we're dating, because I want to date you. I like you Sakura Kinomoto and I know you like me too … please say you do"

Sakura stared at him for the longest moment, her head swimming. Just as he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to hers, Ethan came bursting through the doors and stopped dead in his track. Tomoyo was hot on his trail and quickly locked the trio in the under stage to work this problem out.

She got the DJ to blare the music to drown out their voices, because she assumed things were going to get heated.

"Where's Sakura" Her old aunt asked her, heading for the stage.

"Granna, please – no! She – I, please don't go over there, please" Tomoyo begged as she ran after her grandma, trying to grab her arm but she had no avail.

"Don't go mingling with their business!" Tomoyo whispered her voice a harsh tone.

Her grandma just sent her a dirty look and stood next to the door, listening.

"S-Sakura, what the fuck" Ethan said, his eyes narrowing. He stared at her accusingly, and she stumbled back, hitting her back against the wall.

Syaoran stood there awkwardly and Ethan advanced on them, he kind of felt bad but at the same time, he didn't because he had acted on impulse and wanted her so bad.

Of course, the part of wanting to date her was a joke; he just wanted to feel her body against his once again.

"Don't what-the-fuck me," she said – her tone bitter. She glanced at Syaoran, who was whistling and looking away.

"And you" She pointed a finger at Syaoran, accusingly, "I think the tension has to stop at work, just because I don't want to be with you – doesn't mean you need to make it awkward for me Syaoran. It's called rejection, get over it okay?"

He glared hard at her and Ethan, "Yeah – you're happy with this dipshit? He doesn't make you happy Sakura"

She glared at the both of them, Ethan was fuming and pacing. He didn't even know what to say.

"No, he doesn't. Ever since I caught him in the shower with some other woman, I could hear her moaning your name Ethan, and you get pissy when Syaoran kisses me – at least he's not fucking FUCKING me" she raised her voice and he looked at her shocked.

"Y-you knew? Shit Sakura, it was a one time thing okay? I totally didn't mean it, I …"

"We'll work it out, but right now – I just need to get away from you two douche bags, I cant stand the sight of you" she tried the lock, but it wouldn't budge.

"What the hell, we're locked in here?"

Syaoran glared at her, "You didn't reject me, I just… it's not like I actually wanted to date you – so don't flatter yourself Sakura Kinomoto, you're nothing special – just another random girl that I wanted to bed."

She stared at him hard, and ran her fingertips across his cheek, feeling the stubble on his face before pulling her hand back and slapping the side of his face, hard.

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"Please Granna, what are you planning to do to them?" Tomoyo asked, looking worriedly.

Her grandma smiled, already had have done her work. "Nothing, I just wanted to know what was happening – Sakura is very dear to me, I wouldn't want anything bad happening to her"

Her tone was too innocent but Tomoyo shrugged, and noticed the arguing had gone quiet so she quickly unlocked the door and started dancing with random people and ignored the random looks, quickly moving away.

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Sakura leaned against the wall, putting her hand to her chest, breathing hard. "Did you guys feel that?"

Ethan glanced around, looking rather confused, "Feel what?"

Syaoran glanced up at her, feeling disorientated. He didn't feel himself, instead he felt like someone else was constantly hovering over him – "It… felt like an earthquake, right?"

Ethan rolled his eyes and tried the door again, "You guys are nuts"

Sakura glanced at Syaoran again, she felt weird. She felt foreign but gave it no thought. Heading out back into the party, she went straight for the alcohol.

She hoped that tomorrow morning; she would have forgotten all of this…

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And boy, she didn't. When she woke up, she wasn't sleeping in her bed, or at Tomoyo's house, or … alone for that matter.

Glancing next to her, she noticed the pretty redhead cuddled up against her chest that was covered by the blanket. Wait… since when was she sleeping with redheads now?

There was no way that she could have had that much alcohol, so …er what the hell...

She pulled the covers back, and noted they were green just like the rest of the room. Standing up, she noticed that she was rather… cold, and glanced down…

…Why was she suddenly lacking boobs… and why did she suddenly have a penis? …wait what, what was going on…

She grabbed the nearest piece of clothing and rushed over to the conjoined door, a bathroom and curiously peeked into the mirror and let out a blood curdling man scream.

Why was it that when she stared into the mirror, she had seen Syaoran's face staring back? And why was it that when she felt her – his body, she felt …him?

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"Sakura" There was a knock on the door, and he felt himself roll over and off the bed. He let out a growl and sighed, getting up.

Wait, his name was not Sakura and she wasn't sleeping with him…

And where was the green bedroom of his that he fell asleep in, and where was Lena?

And why the fuck was he wearing a long half see-through nightie?

He staggered to the door and opened it, glancing groggily at Tomoyo. "Oh cover yourself up, I don't want to see a morning …exposure" He glanced down and paled.

Since when did he have breasts? And since when did he have long honey brown hair…

"How are you feeling, you look rather disorientated. Sakura, are you okay? I don't know if I should be worried or not…"

Before Tomoyo could stop it, he had fell to the ground and passed out.

Why the hell was he Sakura? Last night he swore he went to bed as Syaoran Li…

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Switcharoo !

Syaoran and Sakura switch.

So now, when I refer to Syaoran – it's actually Sakura and Sakura is actually Syaoran.

Crucial you understand this; I hope it won't be too confusing. I'll probably boldface Sakura at the beginning, so you guys know that Syaoran isn't actually Syaoran.

I mean, he is – to other people, but it's actually Sakura…

Could you imagine if that happened in real life!? Omg, that'd be crazy, god.

And okay, the next chapter is going to be incredibly hard to write, so give me some time to figure out how im going to do this without confusing readers.

I already have the beginning of chapter five written out, but even I'm confused. Maybe… maybe this story was a bad idea.

I don't know.