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Ginji had to scamper to keep up with Akabane at first,
but once he'd managed to match his pace with Akabane's, he looked down at his
shoes. "Ano� Akabane-san?"

"Yes, Ginji-kun?"
Akabane asked, smiling back at the frightened Get Backer.

"Maybe you shouldn't get your man body back. I mean,
this could be like a whole new start for you! You could get a new job, where
you wouldn't have to kill anymore!"

Akabane wished he had this conversation on tape. He'd
make Himiko pay up. "A job based on my body, like stripping or modeling?
No. I do not think so."

"You could-" Ginji hesitated. Somehow, most of
the jobs Ginji associated with traditional femininity really didn't seem to fit
Akabane. He especially did not want to think of the possibility of there one
day being many tiny Akabane's in the world. The mental image of him tied to a
chair while several knife-wielding black haired toddlers ran in circles around
him was not appealing. "Start a restaurant!"

Akabane stopped, wondering how Ginji had come up with
that career option. "A restaurant?"

"Mmm, mmm!" Ginji
nodded. "You could be a super-fast sushi chef, like those guys on TV. Chop-chop-chop-chop!" Ginji exaggerated, waving his
arms up and down in the air like a toy robot for emphasis.

"I am lucky I can operate a microwave without
starting myself on fire," Akabane replied with a shrug. This was why he
adored Ginji-kun. He was not on a job, and yet, somehow he also was not bored.

Ginji thought for another moment. "Then-
how about working in the circus! You could� do fancy knife-throwing
tricks! Can you juggle?"

"I am afraid with a body like this, I would be
expected to be my own scantily-clad assistant, and I do not know how that would
possibly work out. I do not like being publicly exposed."

"Mmm� geeze, Akabane-san, it's not like you have a
bad body at a- ERK!" Ginji cried, slapping his hands over his mouth. He
couldn't believe he'd just said that. He could not believe he had just said
that to Akabane. What was wrong with his head?

Akabane just snickered softly. "Are you feeling all
right, Ginji-kun? You seem to be a little green around the girls� oh, I am
sorry. I meant to say gills."

"Stop teasing me, Akabane-san. It's not funny,"
Ginji pouted. He wished Ban were there. Ban would protect him from the scary
Akabane.

"I will stop teasing you, for we are at my
apartment. Goodnight, Ginji-kun. I appreciate the accompaniment."

"Goodnight, Akabane-san," Ginji sighed, letting
out the breath he'd been holding through the entire trip. He couldn't believe
it. He'd gotten Akabane home completely without incident or scalpel-blades.

As Ginji started to leave, Akabane began walking up the
stairs. He was so busy thinking about how his luck seemed to be improving that
he didn't see the wet, slippery patch on the middle stair. He only felt it as
he slipped, falling backwards as his arms reached out desperately to try to
stop his fall. His legs went up, over his head, and he knew that the impact he
was going to receive upon landing would not be pleasant�

But there was no impact. At least, not
on his head. There was a "floof" sound, and he found himself
cradled in Ginji's arms. They both regarded one another for a good, solid
minute before Ginji turned absolutely red in the face and pushed Akabane
upright. "Sorry, so sorry Akabane-san, but I saw you falling and I�"

"No need to apologize," Akabane answered,
brushing off a sleeve in an attempt to cover up the dignity he'd lost by doing
something as stupid as falling down his stairs. "I am not completely used
to the lower center of gravity of this body yet."

"Are you okay, Akabane-san?" Ginji asked.

"I am fine. I think I may have struck my twisted my
ankle in the fall, but I will put some ice on it and it will be fine." He
attempted to put weight down on that ankle, noticing that it seemed mostly fine
if a bit swollen.

"Let me help you, Akabane-san!" Ginji
exclaimed, offering a friendly arm.

"You really are amazing, Ginji-kun," he asked,
just staring at the arm without accepting or declining it.

"Huh? What do you mean, Akabane-san?"

"You are obviously terrified of me, and consider me
one of the vilest villains to crawl the underbelly of the world. We have tried
to kill one another. Yet you are here, ready to give me a hand if I should
happen to sprain my ankle."

Ginji tried to think of an explanation, then just
shrugged and said, "I try to do to other people what I would want them to
do to me, Akabane-san. Even if they don't live by the same
philosophy."

"Do onto others what you would want them do onto
you?" Akabane asked. He knew he was taking that phrase in the wrong way,
but he didn't want to take it right. It was far more amusing to twist into
something dirty. He put his foot down, and then dramatically made a face to
make it look like it hurt more than it really did. "I do not think I can
put any weight on it."

Ginji looked back and forth as though another option might
appear to him, and then sighed. "I'll carry you up the stairs,
Akabane-san."

He was startled by how little the other man seemed to
weigh. It had to be the female body, as he'd accidentally had Akabane sit on
him in one of their other missions, and he remembered Akabane as being rather
heavy at that time. When they reached the top of the stairs, Ginji tripped on
something and nearly dropped Akabane.

"What was that?" he asked, setting Akabane down
next to his door. He picked up the box. "It's for you, Akabane-san!"
Ginji said brightly.

"For me? That is odd� it
must have gotten blown off my doorstep in the storm," he commented. Ginji
handed it over as Akabane stood on one foot, fumbling with the door locks.

"Well, if you're home, then I really should get back�
Ban-chan will be wondering where I went�" Ginji whimpered, backing away
from Akabane.

"Will you not let me repay your kindness with
food?" Akabane asked, gesturing to his kitchen. Ginji's stomach let out a
very loud growl. He'd used the last of his and Ban's food money to buy Ban's
pain medications, after all, so Akabane had said just the right word. That left
Ginji trapped between a rock and a hard place. He could go hungry, or he could
enter the Jackal's den. Starve to death, or be eaten� which was the less
painful choice?

"I� I suppose it would be okay for me to have just a
little something, Akabane-san�"
Yes, he'd grab something and make his exit as fast as possible.

"Take your time, I owe you a debt of
gratitude," Akabane smiled, limping over to his table with the box.
"Just bring me some ice, please."

Ginji nervously brought Akabane a bag filled with ice
cubes from the freezer, trying to keep as much distance between himself and the
killer as possible. Akabane smiled. "I am very grateful," he grinned,
removing his sock and shoe to place the ice on one delicate, slender ankle.
Even his feet looked prettier in a woman's body, he thought to himself. Then,
he asked himself where that thought had come from. He did not like his female
body, nor did he think it was pretty� did he?

"Ginji-kun, do you think this body is pretty?"
he asked.

Ginji, rooting through the fridge in hopes of finding
snacks, froze up. There was absolutely no way to answer that question. If he
said no, he would make Akabane mad. If he said yes, he might encourage Akabane
to do very frightening things. "I� I� I think the body doesn't matter if
the mind is pretty!" he said brightly, proud of himself. That was the kind
of thing girls loved to hear, or so he'd been told.

"Mmm� I suppose there is no hope for me then, even
with this body." If Ginji was going to spout stereotypical self-esteem
drivel, then he was going to reply in kind with stereotypical angst.

"Don't say that,
Akabane-san!" Ginji cried. In one hand, he had an apple. In the other
hand, he had a handful of rice. Pieces of rice were dripping all the way down
his shirt, as he'd been trying to shove both in his mouth at once.

"Are you suggesting that I do not have an ugly
mind?" he asked, intentionally manipulating Ginji into giving him a
compliment. Ginji made a flat face that indicated he knew Akabane was just
fishing for praise by that time.

"Do I have to answer that, Akabane-san?" he
asked dully. By that time, his pockets were bulging with food items he had 'covertly'
snuck from Akabane's fridge. "I really do have to be getting back now,
Ban-chan will wake up and he'll wonder where I am�" He stopped in
mid-sentence, as Akabane's arms were now wrapped around his chest, his breasts
pushed straight into Ginji's back. Ginji turned red in the face and trembled.

"Why do you not have a girlfriend, Ginji-kun? You
seem like the kind of sweet dope girls want." Ginji made a face, not
knowing if that was a compliment or not.

"I have-haven't found the right girl," he
stammered, absolutely frozen or not. Akabane was running one female finger over
his lips, causing him to shake further. He wanted to run, but his legs refused
to move.

"Or� could it be that the emotional scars of the
Thunder Emperor keep you from getting close to anyone, in case they might hurt
you?" Akabane laughed as Ginji trembled. "No, that is not it� after
all; you do seem to love your
Ban-chan. I envy you. It is not a feeling that I believe I will ever
experience."

Ginji tore himself out of Akabane's grip. His heart was
racing, but� but� it didn't feel like it was racing in the same way it usually
was when he was so close to Akabane. He swallowed hard, his legs feeling like
jelly. What the heck was wrong with him? "You're wrong, Akabane-san!
Everyone is capable of finding someone they love." He looked down at his
shoes. Boy, they were amazing shoes. "At least, that's what I want to
believe�"

Then, Akabane did the very last thing anyone would have
ever expected him to do. It was even the last thing he had expected himself to
do. He walked right up and Ginji and gave him a full kiss. To his absolute
horror and shock, Ginji found that he couldn't tear himself away from Akabane.
'No, no, no, this is AKABANE-SAN! You know? DOCTOR JACKAL?' his mind was
screaming. His body, however, was screaming 'Warm female flesh! Warm female
flesh! I am gonna get some!" To his mind's absolute horror, it seemed that
his body was fully in control. It was like he couldn't stop. Like� like he was
also under a spell. Like just being near Akabane put some kind of spell on him
that made him lose control of his own body.

It was a clich�, he knew, but somehow Ginji found Akabane
wedged between himself and a wall. The front of his pants was open, delicate
hands running along the outside of his underpants, fingertips tickling what lay
beneath. In turn, he found himself yanking open what remained of Akabane's poor
white shirt, pushing up on it so that it rose to rest in her armpits. The bra
was revealed for only a moment before his thumbs hooked it and pulled the bra up
over the large breasts, fingers squeezing and playing over aroused nipples. In
the blink of an eye her shirt was on the floor, Ginji's mouth was pressed
against her neck, and his hands continued to roam the soft counters of
Akabane's exposed breasts. Akabane, breathing heavy, began moving his feminine
fingers around in circles against Ginji's underpants, feeling him grow harder�

Then, Akabane's cell phone rang. It rang, and it rang,
and it rang loudly. Akabane looked away from Ginji, trance-like state suddenly
broken. "Stupid phone," he muttered. When he turned back around, the
front door of his apartment was wide open, and Ginji and Ginji's vest were long
gone as well. "Stupid, stupid phone!" he fumed, kicking his hallway
table over as he stomped over and slammed his door shut.

Outside, a good two blocks away, Ginji sat fully clothed
in a public fountain. It wasn't exactly
a cold shower, but the water was
freezing. He knew he had made fun of Ban for showering in fountains before, but
he needed it, and any port in a storm�

Back at his apartment, Akabane angrily yanked his shirt
back into place. He stormed over and grabbing the phone. "This had better be a call about a very,
very interesting job," he hissed
into the line. After all, he had just lost his chance to get to test out the
Thunder Emperor's powers in a way he'd never gotten to explore before.

"Jackal?" the voice on the line asked, sounding
urgent. It was the tender at the transporters bar. This was odd. It was very
early in the morning, and even transporters had their hours of operation. The
tender knew this. It had to be something very important for someone as seasoned
as the tender to be calling him at that time. "I am so glad you finally
picked up! I have been trying to call you all night!"

"I had my phone on silent," Akabane sighed,
wondering why he'd turned the sound back on as he waited for Ginji to bring
ice. Well, he knew the reason. In case he got a call, because he hadn't known
what as going to develop. If he hadn't, he would probably be doing something
far more fun than talking to the tender on the phone at that moment.

"You've� got a problem. That client who hired you
yesterday? Well, maybe two days ago now, but�"

"It does not matter," Akabane cut the tender's
ramblings off, getting himself a juice out of the
fridge. He felt as though he needed something harder, but it wasn't his nature
to keep alcohol around. "What is the problem?"

"He came in looking for you again today. I tried to
explain to him that you do not come in every day, but he said he couldn't reach
you on your phone and demanded to see you. I said that you might be out on
another job and� well�"

"And yes?" Akabane asked.

"He kind of lost it."

Akabane set his juice down, holding the phone between his
shoulder and his ear while he worked on unclasping the safety pins on his
shirt. "What do you mean by lost it?" Akabane asked, sounding
unpleased.

"He climbed up on a table, shouted until everyone in
the bar was staring at him� and then announced that you were now his private, personal transporter, and that anyone who attempted to hire you
away from him would meet with a short and cruel fate."

Akabane put a hand on his face, rubbing his eyes. "I
am not in the mood to deal with this right now," Akabane groaned. "I
will call the client tomorrow and inform him that if he wishes to attempt to
possess me, he might find himself meeting a short and cruel fate." This
was the most ridiculous thing Akabane had heard of in a long time. He'd had his
fair share of jealous significant others in his life, but this was the first
time he'd ever had to deal with a jealous client.

"Before you go, did you find the package I left for
you?"

"You left that?" Akabane asked, glancing over
at it.

"It's from your client. I swore in blood that I'd
take it to your place, since I refused to give them your address."

"I thank you for that. I generally do not approve of
psychotics other than myself knowing where I live. What is in it?"

"I don't know. Be careful when you open it though;
that guy was nuts."

"I understand. I will deal with him myself
tomorrow," Akabane answered, hanging up the phone. So that really hadn't
been worth losing a chance to permanently mentally traumatize Ginji, but he
guessed it was kind of important. It was something he should deal with sooner
rather than later, at the least.

Akabane walked over to the package, frowning at it. He
cautiously undid the string typing it shut with one scalpel, then jumped back.
When he didn't smell explosives, gunpowder, or anything else dangerous, he
moved closer again and carefully flipped the lid off the box with one scalpel.

Cautiously, he leaned over and peered inside. Lying in
the box was a bundle of fabric, as well as a note. Akabane frowned and picked
the note up gently between two fingers. When he was convinced it was only an
ordinary piece of paper, he unfolded it.

"My dear Doctor Jackal," the note began.
Akabane rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue. The client was addressing him
that casually, and yet addressing him by his code name? "I was very
pleased with the job you did for me last, but sad that you could not stay to
spend the night. I believe we would have had delightful conversations. Perhaps
we can meet again? I have many, many more transport jobs for you. They are good
jobs. You will like them."

"Do not try to tell me what kind of jobs I will
like," Akabane snapped at the letter, one hand holding it while the other
hand fumbled with the bra clasp. "I hate that."

"The bar that you transporters frequent� it is a bit
rough, is it not?" Akabane read out loud from the letter as he slid the
bra up and over his head, dropping it on the ground. "Well, we are
transporters," he commented to himself as he started working on getting
the pants off.

"I would like to meet you at a classier
establishment to discuss my next job for you. I would like you to meet me
Friday evening." Akabane paused. "That is tonight, isn't it?" he
muttered as he kicked the pants off and across the floor. He really needed to
go shopping. He was getting sick of having to squirm around for ten minutes at
a time to get his pants on. "No, I would not only like it, I would
cordially request it. I would like, however, for you to wear this when you come
to meet me."

Akabane put down the letter and lifted up the bundle of
fabric. He frowned. "He sent me a top, but where are the pants?" He
asked, continuing to riffle through the packaging. He turned back to the
letter. "Perhaps it will tell me�"

"I tracked down where your coat came from. The girls
at the store were delighted to help me� pick out� clothing in your size."
Okay, that was it. He'd talked to those
girls. Client or not, Akabane imagined a painful future for him. Still,
where was the rest of the outfit? He found the top, and the underwear, but� no
pants?

Akabane held up the rather small piece of fabric,
squinting at it. It was not supposed to be a dress, was it? Well, he would
figure it out later, he thought as he threw it to the side. At the moment, he
just wanted a shower and bedtime.

He yawned widely, wrapping a towel around his body and
stepping into his bathroom. What a week this had been! At least, he had gotten more than
a full taste of what trials a female transporter had to face. He should be
getting his male body back any minute now� yes, he bet that when he woke up, he
would be a man again, and the whole issue with the client would be moot. He
stepped into the bathroom and hung up his towel. At least he could still enjoy
the pleasures of a warm, relaxing shower without being disturbed.

As he started to undress, he noticed that his chest was
still rather perky. He was not sure if he was still aroused, despite the
interruption, or if he was cold. He ran a finger over one nipple, feeling a
tingle that indicated it was still arousal. Unfortunately, Ginji-kun had fled,
and there was no one else he cared to become intimate with at the moment. He
hadn't even really wanted to become intimate with Ginji. Things had just begun
to happen, and he was not sure how or why. It wasn't like him to desire anyone,
sexually or not. He was the one that was supposed to be the object of desire.

Very curiously, he explored himself with a few fingers,
finding his new vagina to be warm and wet. He was more aroused than he had
realized, he guessed. His curiosity began to get the better of him. Like many
males he knew, the idea of a woman who was not afraid to touch herself
intrigued and aroused him. Never before had he had a chance to be that woman,
though. Such a thing was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Had he looked straight up, he might have noticed
something. Over the shower hung a small fan vent, intended to carry the shower
steam outside rather than letting it linger in the apartment to encourage mold
and mildew. That vent, prior to that day, had been perfectly flush with the
ceiling. Today, it gaped slightly. Just a little, really only enough that you
would notice if you were concentrating on it, which Akabane was not.

The tender had not noticed someone following him to
Akabane's apartment. The tender had not noticed a man waiting in the shadows as
he left the package for Akabane and scurried off. No one had been around to see
the man creep up to Akabane's door, slink against it, and then put the time and
dedication into opening all four locks.

Once inside, no one had also seen him creep into the
bathroom, remove the grate over the ceiling fan, and install a small web-camera
just above the fan blades. Of course, if the blades were stopped at a
particular angle, or were on during the shower, the camera would have been of
no use. Unfortunately for Akabane, he usually did not turn the fan on until
after his shower.

The "client," one Fujimoto Yukio, leaned back
in his apartment, enjoying the feed the little camera was putting out. He
leaned back in his chair, a little bit of drool puddling in the corners of his
mouth. "She looks just like� her,"
he sighed, looking around his room. The walls were covered� no, not covered,
papered� in posters of the fetish model the girls at the Venus Fly Trap had
mentioned to Akabane. Any space not adorned by a piece of memorabilia was taken
up by a preserved butterfly corpse. "And she acts like her, too! So aloof
and cold, a true creature of darkness" he said, hands over his fluttering
heart. "She is the living duplicate of the woman I have pined for all
these long, lonely years!" Yukio sighed to himself, leaning back in his
computer chair. Slowly, a threatening grin spread over his thick lips.
"And she will be mine."

Meanwhile, voyeurs upon voyeurs, the red-haired sister
leaned back from her viewing globe. "How does this fat little man play in
to your master plan to get the man to decide to become a woman permanently? If
anything, having a pervert like that after me would make me want to go back to
being a man faster than you could say Bibidi, Bobbidy, Boo!"

"He's not part of my plan," the green-haired
sister answered, emerging from the bathroom with newly-dyed black hair. "I
am just keeping an eye on him in case he interferes with my plans. Right now,
he is just an idiot, but if he becomes an obstruction I will take care of him
in short order. How do I look?" she asked, flipping her new black hair
forward.

"Like yourself, only with black hair. Am I supposed
to be impressed?"

"You will see when the time is right for us to make
our move, sister. You will see."

A/N: For you thinking this
does not qualify as NC-17� you just haven't gotten to it yet. This is a bit of
a tease to keep you going through the plot. -_^
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