"So, the Apple of Eden gave you a sex change?"

Ezio face palmed. Not wanting to explain to Machiavelli for the eightteen trillionth time what had happened. "Yes Niccolo, it did. Now get that through your head before I grind your head into the dirt."

Bartolomeo, who had been next to silent for the past half hour, finally strangled out a laugh, "You know? The touch girl thing works for you."

Her friend had been sitting at his workbench studying the Apple while Ezio was explaining everything. The blonde man stood, leaving the Piece of Eden on the table. "Well, I don't know what there is to tell you. This is one puzzle that might take me a while to unlock."

The female-assassin blinked her almost golden eyes, "So I'm such like this?"

"No," Leonardo corrected. "Just until I figured something out. Until then, we'll have to find you somewhere to stay."

Ezio imidiantly shook his head, "Well I can't go all the way back to the Tiber Island hideout! One guard already tried to rape me as it is. I don't want to go through that every time I have to walk over to your house."

"What about here?" Machiavelli asked the red hatted artist cooly.

Said man shook his head, "I'm sorry, Salai has the only other avalible room."

"I don't think it'd be all so wise to place him in either the barracks or the Inn." La Volpe thought aloud.

Ezio stood up, "What about the Rosa in Fiore?"

For a moment, everyone just stared at him like he had three heads, then Bartolomeo laughed at the idea, La Volpe insisted that it was more or less a stupid thought. But Leonardo seemed to agree, "Yes, I think Ezio might be onto something, no one would notice him if he's with his mother and sister."

Machiavelli then offered to escort her there, and Ezio gave Leonardo a hug before leaving with him.

Now at the door to the bruffel, Ezio felt nervousness prickle into the pit of her stomach. Worry for what her mother and Claudia would think made her fidgit. Regardless, she followed Machaivelli inside, easily finding her mother standed by the stairs in coversation with Claudia.

Now seeing Machaivelli and Ezio coming, Claudia looked up. And then mother. Though it was the latter who greeted them, "Machiavelli, what are you here for?"

The much younger man greeted her politely, then asked, "I think we should find a more private place to speak of why I came here." Ezio suppressed a snicker, it really didn't take much a perverted mind to piece what he'd said into something else. Even Maria casted him a strange look. Machaivelli pinched the bridge of his nose, "Don't say it. Because that's not it. I'm here because of Ezio."

Claudia had been staring at Ezio, who once again had been tipping her hood down to hide herself. But neither of the two women argued Machiavelli's request as they walked into the back room. Ezio's sister first to ask, "No what is it?"

She felt Machiavelli pat her shoulder, and she delicately pulled her hood off. Her sister gasping and her mother silent. The stares of both combined burning holes in her.

Her mother touched Ezio's cheek, bringing her to look up at her and showing the dead consern on her face. "How did this happen?"

Ezio sighed shallowly, "I think the Apple had some side effects."

Machiavelli then explained everything, and how they had concluded that she'd be safest at the Rosa in Fiore. After a moment, her mother agreed, claiming that he was probably right to think such. Claudia mentioning that she could loan her a dress or two. Just the thought though of wearing a dress seemed just wrong. Completely and utterly wrong.

"Well, you can return to the hideout, we'll take care of hi-her." Claudia had to correct herself on the last word.