Pretty Woman

Blackrose: Thanks, and unfortunately not getting the sex change is not in the plan

Ray 4 Ever: Thanks, glad it could be funny though.

Ghost Dragon: Whoa, thanks! And don\'t worry, I\'m not mad at you. I haven\'t added anything to Loving Tiger other than what I sent you but I\'ll be leaving on Saturday for my own trip. Oh yeah, and Rai is Lee.

Okay, everyone take note, I will be leaving saturday morning and will not be back until later on in the day on the 26th. I\'m going camping so no internet access.


A year of hell had gone by for Rei, a whole year and he had nothing to show for it except a pair of jiggly breasts and a vagina that he was currently thrusting a dildo into, arching and moaning as he gasped, his free hand running over his body, pinching his rosy nipples with his fingers.

He imagined Takao’s hands being the ones on him as he continued teasing his nipples, running the fingers that held the dildo along his clit.

“Takao!” Rei screamed the name as he collapsed onto the narrow bed in his small apartment. He panted as he lay on his side, his hands running over the creamy skin of his breasts.

Gold eyes aimed towards the dingy window as he sighed and grabbed a bra off the floor. Rei buckled the back and pulled a shirt over his head, letting it tighten around his body as he grabbed the jeans off the floor and took the next ten minutes trying to squirm into them.

He wriggled his lower body as his fingers clenched the hem of the pants, yanking until he lost his balance and hit the ground.

Rei snarled as he decided it was best to stay where he was and he thanked the gods he had been born male while cursing the straightness of Takao.

He finally stood up and managed to pull the jeans over the curves he had received thanks to plastic surgery. He bent over as he slid the button into the hole. Then suddenly…

Rip!

Rei grabbed at his butt, feeling the rip in the jeans. He gave an audible groan as he squirmed out of the jeans and dumped them in a trashcan. He put his hands on his hips, his fingers resting against the silk panties as he stomped into the closet. He had finally made a full recovery from all the surgeries and this was the last thing he needed.

Finally he pulled a long skirt out of the closet and slid it on, feeling the fabric move against his smooth skin.

Beyblade in hand he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He had undergone so many surgeries and now he hardly even recognized himself, only seeing a young woman staring back at him.

He sighed as he smoothed the skirt with his hands, turning to leave the apartment, Beyblade in hand.

“So where’s Hiromi today?”

Takao turned his soft brown eyes towards Kyouju as he heard the question. His blade ricocheted of one edge of the dish and bounced back into his hand. “She’s making plans for the wedding and stuff.” Takao explained with a shrug of his shoulders as he launched his blade once more.

“The wedding isn’t for another year,” Kyouju shook his head as he sat there. “Daichi, how’s it going with your boyfriend?”

The large built red head just shook his head. “You know Yuriy,” he said as he laughed. “I need to pick him up from the airport today. Wanna come with Max?”

The blond laughed. “I’ll let you ride him before I jump in.”

“Oh yeah, Max is dating you guys as well, isn’t he,” Kyouju said with a brief blush.

Takao felt his stomach clench. He didn’t have a problem with homosexuals; talk of it just made his stomach twist.

“So Kai, still sailing solo,” Max asked the Russian blader whose eyes never averted from the blade clipping through the cans.

“Yes,” Kai gave a clipped answer, not even glancing up.

Takao gasped as a Beyblade came sailing though the air, knocking against Dragoon and forcing it out of the dish. The silver looking Beyblade jumped out, landing solidly in the hand of its owner.

Takao glanced up and eyed the woman who stood there, gold eyes landing on him. “So, hi.” Takao said as he waved.

The others glanced up at the woman. “I’m sorry Ma’am but this is a private practice,” Max blustered as the gold eyes landed on him.

Rei crossed his arms underneath his breasts as he stood there. His voice, another thing the surgery had dealt with to make it more feminine. “What’s the matter, are you boys afraid I’ll embarrass you?”

The blush ran across Kyouju’s face as he shook his head, causing Daichi and Max to sweat drop. “We’re not trying to start a fight.”

“What about you tough guy,” Rei’s full lips curled, showing his fangs slightly as he glanced at Takao.

“If you think you can handle me. Let’s make it funner,” Takao shrugged his shoulders. “You lose you pay for dinner and find Kai here a date.” Takao jerked his thumb back to the Russian blader who just snorted.

“You lose you’re my personal slave for a week,” Rei snapped back.

“Sure,” Takao gave a huge grin. “Sure hope you’re loaded.”

Rei gave a daring smile. It was perfect. Takao would be his for a week and there was no way he was going to lose.

“Prepare to lose,” Takao flashed as grin as Rei loaded his Beyblade into his shooter. A piece of long hair had worked its way out of the long braid and fell in his face.

“Let it Rip!” The smile flickered over Rei’s lips as he saw Takao’s cockiness fail him just as he was sure it would. Catching his Beyblade he saw Takao give a brief shrug.

“Just my bad luck,” he gave a loud laugh as he grinned at Rei, forcing the Neko-jin’s heart to pound.