Chapter Two- Woman Talk

Chazz came partially awake due to Yellow saying in a confused tone, "Boss?" Chazz ignored him, preferring to drift back to sleep. He sensed Yellow hovering nearby and swatted at the spirit, even though the hand would go through Yellow, but there were times when he would strike Yellow and he would vanish a brief period of time; this time his hand went through the spirit.

"Boss, I think you need to wake up."

Chazz murmured, indicating he was awake and listening.

"It's just that, well…you're a girl now."

Chazz gave a snort of disbelief.

"I mean it. You're a girl."

"He's right," came Black's voice.

"He certainly is," added Green with his trademark chuckle.

They're delusional, he thought. People don't spontaneously change into the opposite sex. He felt a tickling sensation on the back of his neck and he reached back to deal with it and his fingers felt hair. He frowned as he sat up, opened his eyes, and ran a hand over his hair. It felt a little longer, at least to his shoulders. A weight on his chest made him look down and scream as he pulled the sheet over his naked upper body, the top having popped the buttons and slid off him while he turned over in his sleep. He was a girl!

She had a chest the same size as Alexis and her spiky hair had flattened to her shoulders. She had no doubt that she looked cute at the very least, pretty at most. She also had no doubt how it happened. They must have spiked my drink last night! That's the only way. I'm going to demand some answers!

She swung her legs out of bed and stood up, resulting in her pajama bottoms to fall down as did her underwear. She grimaced as she hitched both up and headed to her closet. I'll need a belt to hold my pants up, she thought. She opened the closet and was reaching for a pair of pants, but paused upon seeing two cardboard boxes on the closet floor that she was sure wasn't there before she went to dinner last night. Curious, she opened one and her mouth dropped. There were female clothes in it! She opened the other box to find shoes and undergarments as well as women's toiletries.

They've been planning this! Possibly for months! She scowled as she dug through the boxes for something to wear. She managed to find a female version of her school uniform that she had been wearing ever since her return from North Academy. She pulled on a pair of boots, ran a brush through her hair, and left the room with her trademark scowl in place.

The clicking of heels caught Slade's attention and he shared a smirk with Jagger. They both knew what they were going to see and looked forward to the conversation that was soon to come. The clicking grew louder and Chazz entered, predictably looking annoyed and angry. She had clearly found the boxes as her outfit fit her perfectly.

She folded her arms over her breasts. "I knew you were up to something and I want answers!" She continued to scowl but she inwardly winced at her voice as it was high-pitched due to her anger.

"I said that you should try to continue our family line," Slade said. "Honestly, Chazz, you were not really a ladies' man. We agreed that you would have a better chance of a Princeton heir if you were a woman. It's clear to me that you are cute and surely you'll catch someone's eye and interest."

"So…I am assuming that this is irreversible," she stated.

"You assume correctly."

"This is sick," she said. "You couldn't think that I may be a ladies' man while being a pro, so you decided to change me into a girl to insure an heir. Is that about right?"

"Yes."

Chazz gave them a burning glare before storming from the room and back up to her room. She stared at her image in the mirror. She found it hard to believe that she was stuck like this. This is me now. I don't look all that different so I won't be mistaken for a freshman. She traced the shape of her face and examined her facial features. Okay, my face doesn't look much like my face, but it's subtle. My eyes are still the same color, but they're wider and softer-looking. My lips are full and also softer. The angles of my face are curves now. She stepped back to take in the overall look. Yeah, I could pass for my twin sister; if I had one.

A knock sounded and a woman's voice said, "Chazz? May I come in?"

She blinked at the unfamiliar voice before saying, "I suppose so." The door opened and a woman with red hair in a close-cropped style and wearing a female staff's uniform stepped in and closed the door. She flashed a smile that seemed somewhat familiar and her soft blue eyes looked equally familiar. "Master Chazz."

Chazz gasped as recognition hit her. "Franz?"

Franz inclined her head. "I had hoped you would recognize me."

"But…why are you a woman?"

"Your brothers wanted a test subject for the formula and then told me I could assist you in being female."

"This is just sick," Chazz said as she paced back and forth. "They get some demented idea that I'd be unable to marry a woman and decide that I would be the woman."

"I agree that it is sick," Franz said. "However, I've had months to adjust and experience my body's physical and emotional aspects."

"Months," Chazz repeated. "I've got at least one month before I go back to school." Her lips flicked up into a small smirk. "Well, I don't need help in putting on a bra as I'm wearing one right now. I only wish it didn't have to be so restrictive."

"I thought the same thing at first. Now, it feels natural and comfortable."

Chazz nodded. "I'll get used to it. Franz," Chazz then said with mild concern. "What do I do if some schoolmates try to flirt with me?"

"If they do, you can tell them to back off. I did that with some of the men working here. I reminded them that my body may have changed but I was still male on the inside."

"Yes," Chazz said, feeling a bit cheered up. "Inside I am still the same Chazz Princeton I've always been."

"Exactly."

"You know that I'm not oblivious to how a girl's body works. I saw the pads in one of the boxes." She tilted her head to the closet. "I know what they're for and why periods happen."

"That's good, but knowing that can't prepare you for the mood swings that could surface."

"Maybe, but I'm a teenager and we tend to be emotional as a whole."

"I'm just concerned that you may cry before you go back."

"Cry? Why would I do that?"

"Hormones. You're female and we tend to be more emotional than men. Think: You changed gender overnight. That loss is going to hit you hard at some point, maybe several times."

"I see. Well, I'll be sure to seek your comfort if I do. Oh and you need to call me Mistress Chazz now."

"Yes, Mistress Chazz."