A/N: Uh. I'll admit this isn't my best chapter. But can you blame me? Vol. 4 YEA! Idk why though, but I feel almost apprehensive for the new season. It's a weird feeling. Anyways, just let me know how terrible this chapter is for me! Enjoy! Or don't XD

On that note, I'll say that there's maybe two, three chapters max before I finish Genderbent. It'll be the first story I've ever finished. Ever! Yay!

Fan of you: You're too sweet. Unfortunately, I don't want to carry on the story too long, it'll start to grow stale. And Oum knows no one wants to read stale material. Don't worry, I've still got three other stories that I'm writing so :D (shameless self promotion). Thank you for being such a fan of the story though, I really appreciate it ^_^

Iron-ninja: Yes. XD

"Stupid ties and stupid man-suits…" Pyrrha grumbled, loosening the tie once again and starting from scratch. "Measure the length, loop around the neck…. What comes after that?" He continued to mumble, fiddling with the tie before sighing loudly, taking the tie off again.

"I hope whoever made these stupid things choked to death on one of them." Pyrrha said viciously, tugging on the ends again to straighten them up.

"You know, for someone so calm, you're being quite the grumpy-pants today." Jaune said teasingly from the doorway. Pyrrha continued to look in the mirror, trying to find the right proportions for the tie to tie properly. Jaune and Pyrrha were putting the finishing touches for the dance, Ren and Nora having headed out already.

"It would help if I was allowed to have a clip-on tie like Nora's." Pyrrha grumbled, exhaling loudly and trying once again. The clicking of high heels distracted him for a second, making him turn around to look at Jaune…

Or should he say Joanne?

The yellow dress was simple, made with no frills and ruffles. The bottom had a lacey pattern that ended a little above the knee, but besides that, there wasn't much else. It hugged the curves that Joanne had begun to develop as she continued to stay female, and had straps to hold the dress up. Probably uncomfortable with wearing something so short, Joanne had decided to wear stockings as well, paired with some modest high heels. Joanne struggled in the bathroom for a good half hour before she decided to just let her hair stay the way it was. Sure, it had grown out a little, but shoulder-length hair was good the way it was. There wasn't any glitter around, but Pyrrha swore he could see sparkling.

"Pyrrha?" Joanne looked concerned, probably due to the fact that Pyrrha hadn't said anything for a good minute, simply standing there staring at the girl, hand clutching the tie. Joanne shook her head, very self-concious about herself. "I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress." She muttered turning back towards the bathroom. "I'm going to change into a suit."

"No!" Pyrrha's voice stopped Joanne in her tracks, surprised by the sudden outburst. "Y-you shouldn't change. You look nice." Pyrrha blushed as his eyes trailed up and down Joanne. "Very nice."

With the compliment, a little of Joanne's confidence returned, and a small smirk was displayed on her face when she turned around. "Just nice?" She teased, hands clutched behind her back. She leaned forwards a little, without realizing that it would help display. Er. Pyrrha blushed hard, swallowing thickly.

"You look beautiful. Absolutely enchanting. I can't believe we're together." Pyrrha said quickly, making Joanne blush and shake her head.

"No need to overdo the compliments." She said in a dry voice. Noticing the tie clutched in Pyrrha's hand, Joanne chuckled, stepping forward with wobbly steps.

"You still can't tie one of these? C'mon Pyrrha." Joanne teased gently, taking the tie out of his hands and putting it over Pyrrha's neck. Measuring out the length, Joanne continued her progress. Pyrrha on the other hand, was trying to be a gentleman, gathering as much willpower as possible not to look down. A few seconds passed by before Joanne decided to speak.

"Are you… happy?"

Pyrrha wasn't sure what he was supposed to be happy about, and made that clear by asking what she meant. Joanne's eyebrows furrowed, trying to think of the right words.

"Are you happy with us being… well, us?" Joanne's hands stopped as she looked up. "With us being… together. Like this." Joanne demonstrated by gesturing up and down her body, something that Pyrrha took as an opportunity to ogle his girlfriend a little more. Snapping out of it, Pyrrha shook his head, hands grasping hers, stopping her from moving his tie.

"Jaune… Joanne. I've been dreaming of us for a long time. Girl, boy…. I don't care. As long as I'm with you." Pyrrha flushed at the rather cheesy confession, but stared at the equally embarrassed Joanne with determination, wanting to show her that he really meant what he said. Joanne meekly nodded, smiling at him.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Pyrrha asked, concerned. Joanne nodded.

"Okay."

With that settled, Joanne continued to work on the tie, before stopping again.

"I love you. You know that?" This time, Joanne didn't meet Pyrrha in the eyes, staring straight at the tie, waiting for an answer. Pyrrha nodded, a smile bursting onto his face.

"I love you too Joanne."

The blonde-haired girl finally glanced up, seeing the happy face and rising to her toes, meeting him in a kiss. The two of them were slowly sinking into the bliss of each other before the door knocked open, Nicholas Arc stepping through.

"Now, Jaune, I wanted to talk to you, tell you that I completely—" He stopped in front of the startled couple, Joanne accidentally pulling the tie too tight and making Pyrrha gag for a bit.

"Do not accept your turning into a girl!" Nicholas suddenly shouted, enraged. "And even if I did, I certainly will not allow a… a boy to.. to fraternize with you like this! In fact, I demand you come and we talk about this—"

Jaune spun around, eyes almost flashing red like Yang's would.

"Dad." She said in a eerily calm tone. "I will talk to you… after. Right now, I am going to a dance. With my boyfriend. And yes," Joanne held up a hand, stopping her dad from interrupting. "I do want to be a girl. My name is Joanne. Now leave." Nicholas looked bewildered, and pouted a little.

"But—" He whined, before Joanne cut him off again.

"No buts! Out!" She commanded, pointing towards the door. With a resigned look on his face, he began to back away. Suddenly, he pointed towards Pyrrha, wagging a finger.

"Boy, if I don't see him by ten o'clock—"

"OUT!"

"I'm just saying." With one last pout, the man finally left, eyes still wide in an attempt to gain sympathy, none of which was coming from his… his daughter.

Joanne exhaled slowly, glaring up at Pyrrha.

"Y-yes?" The word come out slowly, Pyrrha not sure why he was being stared down like this.

"We're having sex tonight."

"W-what? Why?" Not that Pyrrha was going to really object, but…

"Fuck my dad." Pyrrha looked uncertain, not sure if the smile on Joanne's face was because she was making a joke or because of her losing her mind.

"I don't think that would be the wisest idea…" Pyrrha trailed off under the force of Joanne's gaze.

"We. Are having. Sex." Joanne punctuated the words slowly. Pyrrha nodded meekly.

"Okay." Jaune's smile became a lot more genuine, and she took Pyrrha's hand in hers.

"Good. Let's get to the dance."