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Nurse Jackal	By : drjackal Category: +G to L > Get Backers Views: 3987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Akabane awoke the next morning with high hopes. He
took a deep breath, yanked down the covers, and� sighed in misery. "Hello
down there," he dryly said, referring to the still-present female chest. "I
had rather thought you would have moved out by today. You are freeloading on my
hospitality, you know."

He stretched out. He was going to have to go grocery
shopping today. The only pair of female clothes he had was beginning to smell a
little bit funny from having been worn so many days in a row�

He rubbed his aching head as he got out a Styrofoam tray
of take-out to reheat for brunch. What had been wrong with him last night? He
was not one to act on his impulses, and he was not one to take sexual activity
lightly. He prided himself in his reserved, quiet nature. Then why in the
world, he wondered to himself, had he been practically throwing himself at
Ginji? It wasn't like him�

He padded back into the main room and picked up the white
shirt. "No buttons, strange smell�" He threw it down and picked up
the pants. "Safety-pinned together at the sides, really strange
smell�" He threw those down as well, picking up the underwear he'd left
scattered across the floor. "Really, really strange smell," he
declared, throwing those in the hamper. He paused to sniff himself. He didn't
think he smelled as weird as his clothes did. At least, he hoped he didn't. He
wasn't quite sure what a normal woman smell was, as most of the women he had
dated wore perfumes to mask it.

Well, there was always the clothes his client had disturbingly
gifted him. After trying on the undergarments to discover that they actually
did fit, he pulled on what he took to be a top. Only after getting it on did he
realize that it was, indeed, a complete dress. A complete dress if one needed
to cover only from what was necessary to avoid being arrested of the chest to
just under the swell of the butt. It covered so little of his chest that it
looked as if the rest were attempting to claw its way to freedom.

Frowning, Akabane went to evaluate the gift in his
bathroom mirror. Only then did he realize it was supposed to look like a black
nurses' uniform. He made a very disgusted face at it in the mirror. "I
dislike puns," he said to no one in particular. "Especially doctor puns.
If it exists, I have heard it a hundred times, and it probably was not funny
the first time."

No. He would not wear it. It was far too revealing. As he
was about to take it off, a little voice spoke up in his head. "Why not at
least try it?" the little voice asked. "You are so old-fashioned,
wearing clothes that cover you from your chin to your feet. What harm could it
do to wear something just a little sexier?"

He looked down at his chest, then back up at himself and
decided to argue with the little voice in his head. "Have you forgotten
that changing into a female has not taken away my sense of modesty?"

"What you mean is, hasn't taken away those
scars."

"I've never been embarrassed by my scars,"
Akabane argued back. He was getting a little bit tired of arguing with himself.
After all, he'd made his decision. If only he could get himself to agree�

"Then explain why you hide yourself behind so many
layers of clothes that you sweat yourself to heat exhaustion in the summer
months," the little voice argued, tone childish and slightly snippy.
"Come on, just wear it out once. I'm sure Giiiinji-kun would love to see
it, when you go to make sure he and Ban haven't decided to go back on your
agreement."

Akabane hesitated. Ginji-kun� the expression on his face
when he saw this outfit would be
worth the humiliation actually wearing the outfit in public would cause. He was
also imagining the look on Ban-kun's face. Ban did seem to have a weakness for
beautiful women. He liked the ladies almost as much as he liked money, with the
emphasis in that sentence being on the word almost.

"I will wear it out, but no one will know I
did," he told the little voice in his head, pulling on his trench coat and
buttoning up every last button on it. He made a face at the resulting
appearance in the mirror. "It looks as if I am naked underneath my coat
now."

"Leave your coat open then," the voice
suggested. "Let them stare!" Akabane did not know it, but the voice
in his head was what was commonly referred to as his 'biological clock.' For
his body was a bit older, and while he was completely unaware of it, his newly
acquired female ovaries were busy ovulating. Thus, his biological clock was
putting in its two cents. Those two cents, essentially, boiled down to
"Find a mate, have a baby before it's too late. Find a mate, have a baby
before it's too late. Find a mate, have a baby before it's too late."
Over, and over, and over again.

Of course, this pitted his clock against his brain. Even
the change to a female body had not changed what his brain wanted. His brain
wanted to become more powerful, to fight any male it should happen to
encounter. His brain wanted to defeat the Get Backers in battle to prove that
his battle skills were superior to theirs. His reproductive organs, on the
other hand, wanted to jump on any male carrying suitable genes for offspring it
should happen to encounter. The clock wanted to peel the Get Backer's clothes
off, prove something about reproductive skills, and to carry superior heirs.

As he went out that day, he was completely oblivious to
the fact that his fighting instincts and his biological clock were squaring
off. A no-holds-barred grudge match, it truly would be. The crowd gathered in
hushed silence as the two contestants put on their boxing gloves. The prize?
Control of his body, of course.

Meanwhile, on the other end of town, Ginji twitched and
turned in the front seat of Ban's Ladybug. He was making little pained noises
deep in his throat as he tossed and turned. In his dream, he was facing off
with the female Akabane, and she did not look happy at all. "It's been
nine months since you promised to get my male body back, Ginji-kun," she
said, eyes misty with tears. "And now it is too late!"

"Don't say that, Akabane-san," Ginji insisted.
He hated seeing a woman cry, even if it was a woman Akabane. "We'll get
your body back, we will!"

"No, it is much too late," she sniffled, wiping
her eyes.

"Why?" Ginji asked. "Why is it too
late?"

"Because� because if go back to being a man, what
will happen to our son?!" the female Akabane asked, pointing angrily to a
baby carriage. In the carriage, a giant battery was lying there, wearing a
diaper and sucking on a pacifier with a light bulb attached.

Ginji woke up then, sitting straight up in the seat, eyes
blank white circles. "What a scary dream," he commented, saying it
rather loudly to try to reassure himself.

"Mmm, Ginji, stop talking," Ban muttered, a
pillow shoved over his head. "My head hurts. Feels like a hangover. Little
noises so loud� What happened to me?"

"Ano�" Ginji began, whispering. "You got
hurt and so Akabane-san and I drove you to Gen's place, and he gave you a
really strong anesthetic because he had to stitch up your-" Ginji stopped,
then lowered his voice even further as he pointed to his groin, "man
bits."

Ban pulled the pillow further over his aching head.
"How did I get hurt?"

"Eto� Akabane-san� didn't like it when you grabbed
her boobies."

Ban lifted the pillow up, eyebrow raised. "Ginji,
Jackal is a man. He doesn't have breasts."

"He said someone cast a spell on him and made him
into a girl, and then he or she had big boobies like this!" Ginji said,
holding up two of the melons that he'd stolen out of Akabane's fridge last
night "Then you were all woo-woo-woo and singing," Ginji said,
flapping his arms around in a jelly-like fashion for emphasis, "and
Akabane-san said 'Get back my male body,' and you said yes and I was going to
say no, but she put her chest in my face like this," he said, sticking the
melons right in Ban's face, "and my mouth wouldn't work right! I'm sorry,
Ban-chan!" Ginji wept.

"Calm down,
Ginji. Now, you said I was on anesthetics, right?"

"Mmm, mmm," Ginji nodded, trying to dry his
tare-tears.

"Then our agreement with Jackal is invalid.
Contracts can't be negotiated when one party is drunk or drugged."

Ban's words failed to comfort the tare-Ginji. "But�
but� Akabane-san will get mad if we tell her that�"

Ban sat up, wincing at the pain of his freshly-stitched
wounds. "Too bad for him. What is he going to do about it?" He stretched,
trying to evaluate the extent of the damage and how it would affect his
movements. If he was going to have a confrontation with Jackal, male or female,
he wanted to know his limitations.

Ginji trembled, hiding behind the front seat rest. "She
could get really mad and slice us up into itty-bitty bits?"

Ban reached up and ruffled Ginji's blonde hair
condescendingly. "Don't worry, Ginji. I'll take care of everything. Now,
let's just enjoy breakfast," he said, picking up one of the melons.

"Okay, if you say so, Ban-chan," Ginji
answered. His voice had a strange tone in it, a tone of neither resignation nor
acceptance. Ginji just did what Ban told him to, and generally, they managed to
keep all their limbs intact. Of course, they were always broke on Ban's plans,
but Ginji had enough faith in Ban to overlook that fact.

"These are pretty good melons, Ginji. How much did
you spend on them?"

Ginji sighed, shoulders slumping forward. Of course Ban
would follow up a compliment with a question about money. "Actually,
Ban-chan, they were free. Akabane-san gave them to me when I went to her
apartment."

Ban suddenly spit melon all over poor Ginji. "You
went to Jackal's apartment?!" he cried, hitting Ginji over the head.
"What were you thinking? It could have been a trap! You would have been
his prisoner and I would have had no way of finding you to save your butt!
Worse, you could be dead!" he screamed, berating Ginji into the floor.

"But Ban-chan!" Ginji protested, "I
couldn't let Akabane-san walk home alone in the dark. Someone might have hurt
her!"

"Ginji, this is Jackal we're talking about, not some
helpless waif. You were probably more in danger walking with Jackal than Jackal
would have been alone!"

"It didn't seem right to make a girl walk alone at
night," Ginji whimpered, head down, playing with his fingers to avoid
having to look up at Ban's angry face. "No matter who that girl was."

"What if he/she'd killed you?" Ban snapped, not
willing to put down the argument until Ginji admitted he was wrong.

"But she didn't, and it was the gentlemanly thing to
do!" he said stubbornly, just knowing he was right.

"What are you two fighting about?" a familiar
voice questioned. Ban and Ginji both jumped, causing Ginji to hit his head on
the roof of the Lady Bug. "I could hear you shouting from halfway across
the parking lot."

"Himiko! What are you doing
here?" Ban asked, stopping to hold his wounded head. He was being so loud
that he was irritating his own hangover. "And please by quiet, my head
hurts."

"I'm grocery shopping," she said, holding up a
plastic bag containing food products. "The question is what you are doing
here, having a screaming match in the parking lot." Himiko grinned,
"Who is she?"

"Who is who?" Ban groaned, lying back with a
hand on his head.

"The girl who could cause a split in the iron-clad
partnership that is the Get Backers," Himiko replied matter of factly.
They had been arguing about Ginji's actions towards a woman; she'd heard them.
She made a gesture with her hands, indicating that they should know who she was
talking about. "Who is she?"

"She's no one," Ban snarled, glaring at Ginji
to indicate that he hadn't forgotten last night's transgression.

"I am no one? I am hurt, Ban-kun."

Ginji spun around in alarm. "We're surrounded by transporters,
Ban-chan!" Ginji cried, waving his arms in alarm.

"What are you doing here?" Ban snapped, glaring
at Femme-bane. She was bending over so that the vast majority of her chest
showed through the gap in her coat, causing Ginji to turn red and begin
whistling out of his ears like a teapot.

"Ginji-kun left this at my apartment last
night," Akabane answered perfectly innocently, holding up Ginji's
moth-eaten wallet. "I stepped on it on my way out this morning, or I might
not have noticed it." He made a bit of a face. "You left in such a
hurry I almost thought you were trying
to hurt my feelings, Ginji-kun." His strange expression turned into a
vicious smile. "You would not want to hurt my feelings, would you,
Ginji-kun?"

"No, no, Akabane-san," Ginji said with a
tremble in his voice.

"You got implants to win a bet?" Himiko
suddenly cried, finding her voice again after having lost it at the sight of
Akabreast. Her mouth was agape. "That's taking it a little far, don't you
think?" She asked. After a pause, she added, "And why aren't you
wearing anything under your coat?"

Akabane sighed, voice distant. "I have something on
under it," he answered, opening his coat. Ginji's nose started bleeding
again, so Ban threw a box of tissues at his head.

"Why are you dressed like a cheap hooker?"

"I had no other female-fitting clothes,"
Akabane answered, shutting his coat. That was not very nice of Himiko, to
accuse him of purposefully looking like a slut. It was not his fault his client
was a pervert.

"And why did you happen to have that dress,
then?" she asked, a vein appearing on her forehead. Her hand was twitching
itself into a pummeling fist.

"It is not my choice; a client sent it to me. He
requested I wear it, but it was not really my desire to do so. I had no other
female clothes. As for my chest, these are not implants. I just woke up one
morning with them, which explains why I had not prepared for their arrival. You
may ask Ban-kun if they are real. As hard as he squeezes, if they were implants
he would have burst them."

Himiko and Ban turned red at the same time, but not for
the same reasons. "Why were you squeezing his chest?" Himiko asked
slowly, taking deep breaths, the vein on her head becoming more pronounced and
beginning to throb. Both her hands were curled into fists by that point.

"I- I thought he was Hevn!" Ban cried, hands
thrown up in a gesture of defensive innocence. Well, at least one hand was
thrown up. The other was protecting his already injured man-bits.

"And that excuses it?" Himiko shouted, burying
her pummeling fist in Ban's skull.

Ginji caught the wavering Ban, who had pain stars dancing
in his eyes. "Himiko-chan, Ban-chan is injured! Don�t hit him!"

Himiko just rolled her eyes, reaching out and grabbing
Akabane by the wrist. "Come on, we're leaving."

"But� but� I wanted to ask them about my case!"
Akabane protested as Himiko dragged him away. Realizing that she had no
intention to stop, he glanced over his shoulder and menacingly called, "Do
not forget that we had an agreement!"

Himiko dragged a reluctant Akabane all the way to her
motorbike. "Get in," she ordered. "We have to talk." She
threw the bag of groceries in his hands. "Carry these." She swung her
leg over the side of the bike. "Come on, I don't have all day."

Akabane sighed and did as she ordered. Over time working
with her, he'd learned it was best to just keep the peace and do what she asked
of him. She glanced over her shoulder at him as they pulled out of the small
parking lot. "I'm not buying that you didn't buy falsies, at least, to
prove your point."

"Mmm� in this outfit, you can tell that they are
attached to my skin," he pointed out, literally pointing at the swell of
his chest under his black jacket.

"Then you really did
get implants just to prove a point?" Himiko asked. Akabane didn't like the
way she weaved in and out of traffic while talking to him in a highly agitated
voice.

"As I believe I said, they were not implants. I woke
up female for no apparent cause," he insisted. At least Himiko was
reacting wit the shock and disbelief he'd expected and which he had not
received from the Get Backers.

"I don't believe
what you believe you said," Himiko emphasized, diving her bike out of the
way of a menacing truck. She pulled into the parking spaces in front of her own
small apartment. "Help me carry the groceries up," she ordered.

He obliged her, following her silently. "If you got
those things because you wanted to, I guess it is not my place to say anything.
If you got them just to prove me wrong, I think you're impulsive and
stupid," she finished, opening her door. "Put them on the counter, if
you would."

He did, and then turned around. "Himiko-chan, if you
must be insistent I can prove to you that I was transformed into a woman, and
that I did not seek implants." Before Himiko could ask how, he grabbed the
end of the short skirt and yanked it up around his waist. "See?"

Himiko stood, staring and blinking, for a good two
minutes before slamming her apartment door shut. "Put that thing
down!" She screamed.

He obeyed her. "What is wrong, Lady Poison? We are
both females here," he innocently declared.

"Women don't pull their pants up or down like male
high-school shenanigans!" she screamed, arms flailing. "The last
thing I wanted to know what that Dr. Jackal wears women's underpants!"

He felt insulted. "That was not the point. The point
was that I am severely lacking in body parts I would very much like to get� to
have returned to me." He was afraid that saying get back might set her off
again. "Do you need a closer look?"

"You leave that skirt down," she ordered,
waving an angry finger in his face, "And I promise to believe you."
She sighed, letting out a breath of angry air. "You can't just go flashing
your panties at people! Men may think that underwear showing is funny, but if
you do that as a woman you'll likely end up getting molested!"

He made an innocent, hurt face. His hands were clasped
together in front of his body. "You wound me. I have not even shown
Ginji-kun my nice new panties."

"You had better keep it that way," Himiko
warned. "Ban would kill you if you tried anything." She paused in her
tirade to take a breath. "You said a client gave you that dress. Did they
also�?"

"Give me the underwear? Yes."

She snorted, beginning to put her groceries away. "A
rather unprofessional gift, if you ask me."

"I agree, but I had no other female garments to
wear." He frowned when he noticed the time on Himiko's wall clock.
"And it has gotten late enough that I do not have time to buy a change of
clothes before meeting with my client. Well, he did request that I wear
this�"

Himiko suddenly dropped the tomatoes she'd been intending
to put in her refrigerator. She spun around as Akabane reached down and grabbed
a runaway fruit.

"Don't do that, I can see all the way down your
shirt. The client, does he resemble a penguin in a cheap purple suit? With a
thick Osakan accent?"

"Yes, Himiko-chan. Do you know my client? I was
under the impression that he was new at hiring transporters." He didn't
notice it, but he was gently squeezing the tomato he'd picked up.

"His name is Fujimoto, isn't it?" Akabane
nodded. "He's definitely not new to it. Almost no female transporters,
disposers, or protectors will work for him."

Akabane frowned. He had an idea of why, but he chose to
ask rather than guess. "Why is that?"

"The better question would be, why not? He gets
really possessive and insists that because he hired them once, he owns them. He
has his thugs attack their boyfriends and their other clients. He even
attempted to have a disposer kidnapped last year, but she disposed of his
agents. After that, all the underworld women blacklisted him. Of course, being
a male transporter, you probably never heard of him."

"Yes. We men do not usually have to deal with
worries like those."

"Cancel your meeting. Don't go."

"I may be late, but I have never failed to meet a
client," Akabane coldly informed her. "Just because I am female does
not mean I intend to start now."

"He could do something to you," Himiko warned.

Akabane flicked out a few blades. "I will be fine,
Lady Poison. After all, I am not really a woman."

"You look like one, which means you have to play by
our rules."

He shrugged. "You may do as you will, but I will not
disappoint my client." He slammed the door behind him, leaving Himiko with
a worried look on her pretty face. Jackal was leading himself right into a
trap, and refused to acknowledge it.

Rather than just sit around and brood about it, she
decided she was going to do something. Yes, she was, but it was not going to be
worrying about him. He was a big boy, or girl, and he'd made his bed. Now he'd
have to lie in it.

She decided a trip down to the Honky Tonk to further
berate Ban for his breast touching habits was in order. Perhaps that would lift
her spirits, she thought as she walked in the direction of the bar. Nearing it,
she spotted a pair of familiar shorts and sneaker-clad legs sticking out of the
trash can. "Ban must have lost his temper again, huh?" he asked as he
freed Ginji.

Ginji picked a banana peel off his head. "He did,
but he only stormed off. He didn't stick me in the trash can." Ginji posed
himself so that he resembled a large ape, knuckles on the ground. "A big
gorilla-man walked in and asked me if I knew Akabane-san. All I said was yes
and he threw me in the trash and told me never to call her again," Ginji
whined, dignity hurt by the trash incident.

A large frown crossed Himiko's face. "I knew
it!" she snapped. "Come on, that idiot Jackal's ego is getting him in
trouble right now. If we go save him, maybe we can make him eat some humble
pie."

"Humble pie?" Ginji asked, face blank and mouth
watering. "Is it any good? Do you think he'll share?" Ginji asked, as
Himiko dragged him towards her apartment. She had to go get her bike.
"Shouldn't we get Ban-chan first?"

"Forget him; he'd just complain and refuse to go.
Let's hurry." She absolutely could not wait to see the humiliated look on
Jackal's face when he/she realized not only had Himiko been right, but she'd
saved his multiple-gendered butt.
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