Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Gender Bender

Ichigo's Escort Challenge

Chapter One

Karakura Town

Ichigo was not having a good day.

He'd had to deal with Keigo's antics all day, the boy talking about how he'd gotten a date with some hot babe he met on the beach during spring break. As if that weren't bad enough, Ichigo was constantly having to stop whatever he was doing to go deal with a rampaging Hollow nearby, interrupting his school day constantly.

To top it all off, Ikumi nabbed him after school almost as soon as he stepped out of the school's doorway. The employer, who was mad at Ichigo for skipping work again, tied Ichigo up before carting him away in her van. After getting another angry lecture from his boss about shirking his job, Ichigo was set to work.

As the day came to an end, Ikumi had one last job for Ichigo before he could go home.

"Take this package to this address," Ikumi told him, handing him a small package and a slip of paper containing an address. "Ask for a woman named Dominista. She's our client. She asked me to obtain something for her that you can't simply buy online," she explained.

Ichigo looked at the brown paper-wrapped box and eyed it suspiciously. "There isn't anything bad in here, is there?" he asked.

Ikumi frowned. "What do I look like, a black market dealer?" she said, pointing to the door. "You have your job. Now move it, buster!"

Grumbling, Ichigo left the shop, wishing that he was back home already. He was getting hungry and wanted get home for Yuzu's dinner. "Let's get this over with…" he mumbled. Walking down the street, he checked the address on the slip of paper. After doing a mental image of a map of the town in his head, he suddenly became very confused. The place that Ikumi was sending him was in a rather unsavory part of town.

Deciding to get this over with, Ichigo hurried along. He hoped that if any Hollows needed to dealt with, Rukia's replacement or one of his friends could handle it while he was dealing with this errand. The sun was getting low when he reached the place. It looked like a large lavish mansion. However, the sign on the front made Ichigo blush when he realized what Ikumi had sent him to. The sign said Dominista Escorts.

Ikumi had sent Ichigo to an escort service.

Ichigo couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine. He'd always done his best to avoid awkward encounters with women, Yoruichi notwithstanding, but now he was going to have to go inside an escort service to fulfill his job. Taking a deep breath, he sighed and headed up the steps. "I'll just go in and give it before I leave."

He entered the building and found himself inside a lavish entrance hall. Spying the service desk nearby, he walked over to it. A woman wearing a dress that left little to the imagination looked up at the young man. "Can I help you?"

"I'm here to deliver a package," he told the secretary.

"Ah! You must be with Ikumi Unagiya. Wait here while I get Madame Dominista please," the woman told him before getting up from her chair and walking away.

Minute after minute ticked by, making Ichigo feel more uncomfortable as several ladies in fine dresses pass by him, each one giving Ichigo looks that made him feel like a piece of meat being sized up.

As he waited, a woman walked by him, distress written all over her face. She was dressed in a fine red dress, with blonde hair and tanned skin, looking like she was in her early twenties. Ichigo noticed her stressed expression and couldn't help but feel concerned. "Are you okay, miss?" he asked.

The woman turned around and Ichigo could see that she was almost to the point of tears. "Oh, um…hello? Are you a customer?"

Ichigo's ears burned at the question. "What?! No, I'm just here to deliver a package, that's all. Are you alright? You seem distressed."

"It's my client," she sniffled, wiping her eyes. "He's paying top dollar but…he's such a creep. He revolts me…" She shivered in her dress. "Sometimes I hate this job."

Ichigo was starting to believe that this was less of an escort service and more of a brothel in disguise. He figured he should say something to help the poor woman."Look, if you're uncomfortable with the job, then you should quit," he told her. 'Too bad I can't take my own advice,' he thought to himself, shivering at what Ikumi's reaction would be if he quit.

"I suppose…" the woman said. "I have been wanting to do something else than please perverts all day." She'd thought about quitting her vocation for a while now and Ichigo's words gave her the motivation she needed. "I'm going to talk to my boss…" Turning away, she headed down the hallway away from Ichigo.

For the next few minutes, Ichigo resumed waiting for the boss in charge to come receive the package. After his patience had almost reached his end, he got his wish.

Later he wished he'd never met her.

The boss of the escort service, Dominista, was a tall woman wearing a gothic black dress. Her dark skin reminded Ichigo of Yoruichi, though she had long, flowing black hair. "Daihime, please reconsider!" Dominista pleaded as the girl Ichigo was talking to earlier. "You're my most popular girl here!"

"No! I'm sick of catering to those people!" Daihime huffed. "I'm sick of being an escort. I quit!"

Dominista looked at the girl like a mother whose daughter was running away from home. "What brought this about?! I've always made sure you're treated well!"

Ichigo gulped when the younger woman pointed at him. "I was talking with him and even he agreed I should quit! I don't care anymore. I have other things I want to do! Goodbye!"

Daihime stormed out through the front door, leaving Ichigo standing in the hallway with the distraught woman in black. After a moment of letting her top girl's departure sink in, Dominista slowly turned towards Ichigo, her face turning from shock to unsustainable anger. "Do you realize…how much that girl was worth?" she demanded as she stomped her way over to Ichigo.

Ichigo stood his ground, however. He was a Soul Reaper. He'd dealt with worse people. Much worse. "It's not my fault if she wanted to leave. She looked like she was tired of sleeping with perverted old men!" he told her heatedly. "Why shouldn't she leave if you want her to be a prostitute?"

"A prosti-" Dominista stopped for a moment before she got even angrier. "Is that what kind of establishment you think I'm running? Some second-rate whorehouse? How dare you!" She pointed to the girls who were poking heads out of several rooms to see what the commotion was all about. "I don't force my girls to do anything they don't want to!"

The woman's angry statement made Ichigo blink in confusion. "Wait…this isn't a brothel?"

"NO!" Dominista put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "How dare you?!"

Not convinced, Ichigo turned away. "Whatever. I came here to deliver a package. It's been delivered. I'm leaving. Goodbye." He didn't care if Ikumi got mad at him. He was leaving here before he started yelling back at the woman.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere, Ichigo Kurosaki."

The Substitute stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't remember telling Dominista or the receptionist his name. "How-" he started while turning around. The sentence died in his mouth when the woman held a hand out in front of him. Instantly, his mind flashed back to when Shinji Hirako did the exact same thing to him and he came to a startling revelation. "You're-"

"Shhhh, child," Dominista said with a sly smile before hitting Ichigo with a Kidō spell. "You're not going anywhere."

"Ughhh…" Ichigo groaned as he was put into a deep sleep, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Dominista turned to several girls who entered the hallway. "Take him to my chambers. I lost Daihime because of him." She knelt down and patted the sleeping Ichigo's head. "He's going to pay me back for it…"

Later…

Ichigo felt hot.

Opening his eyes, he groaned as he tried to move. His limbs felt like lead. His vision was a blur, along with the feeling like his head was filled with cotton. The feeling of wet heat surrounded him. As his vision came back into focus, he realized that was in…a hot tub? "What?" he slurred, trying to figure out what happened.

"Oh! You're awake!" came a voice to his left.

Turning his head, Ichigo saw a girl sitting next to him in a hot tub, a woman with long, red hair. "Who are you?" Ichigo asked before noticing that something was wrong with his voice. 'Wait, why's my voice sound so high?'

A gentle hand softly caressed his thigh beneath the water, prompting Ichigo to turn and see another girl, this time a short, petite with black hair, sitting next to him. Ichigo's cheeks burned when he saw that both of them were naked.

"Where am I? And why am I in a hot tub?"

"Really?" the redhead asked, her lips grazing Ichigo's ear. "You haven't figured it out yet? You're cute when you're flustered."

"What are you talking about?" Ichigo asked, his chest feeling heavy.

Then he looked down…and shrieked in abject horror when he saw that he was now a she.

Ichigo's body had been completely transformed. He was now a woman in every sense. In the reflection of the water, she looked similar to Orihime, with her long orange hair and busty chest. She reached beneath the water to find that her genitals had been changed too. "What have you done to me?!" she shouted, the blood draining from her face.

The two naked girls beside her kept her from standing up. "Careful," Redhead told her. "It's not smart to move so suddenly in a hot tub."

"The change is still fresh. Just sit back and relax while we get you more comfortable…" said Petit

Ichigo's limbs still felt like lead. All she could do was sit in the hot tub while the two women fondled her, unable to do anything but feel uncomfortable. "What are you…" she said, gasping as the two kissed her shoulders and neck. Petite massaged her breasts while Redhead touched her thighs. Ichigo's heart pounded as she was molested, feeling arousal begin to build inside her…

But the foreplay ended abruptly when a phone rang on the wall. Getting up, the naked Redhead got up and walked over to the phone and answered it. "Hello?" After a few seconds she spoke again. "Yes, Madame, she's ready. We'll have her ready for you in a few minutes." She hung up the phone and turned to her partner. "Madame Dominista wants to see you. You can stand?"

Moving her arms, Ichigo found that she could finally move properly. "What have you done to me?!" she yelled at the two as she stood up, stumbling backwards from the weight of her breasts. "Whoa!"

Petite came up from behind and steadied Ichigo. "Careful. You'll need to get used to your new balance. I know you've questions. Madame Dominista will answer them in time."

The two women took Ichigo out of the hot tub and dried her off with soft fluffy towels. Wrapping a black satin robe around her, the two got dressed themselves before taking the genderbent Ichigo into another, more lavish room. The room was furnished with priceless furniture, including a couch, a bed and a dresser, among other things.

They sat Ichigo down on the extravagant couch and left her there. Ichigo sat there and continued to fret on her situation. "Why am I a woman? Who did this to me?" she said, looking down at her hands franticly. She kept opening up her robe to check her new feminine body, hoping that it would change back at any second.

The door opened up and Madame Dominista entered. "How are you enjoying my accommodations?" the woman teased with a smile on her face as she closed the door.

"What have you done to me?!" Ichigo shouted at the woman, getting off the couch.

"Isn't it obvious?" the owner said. "I've changed you into a woman, Ichigo Kurosaki."

Again, Ichigo was taken aback by how the woman knew his name. "How do you know who I am? And how did you turn me into a woman?"

Sitting down on the bed, Dominista held up a hand. Ichigo gasped when she saw it flare to life with spirit energy. "Many things are possible for us Soul Reapers. Wouldn't you say, Substitute Soul Reaper Ichigo Kurosaki?" she grinned.

Ichigo's jaw hung as she stared in confusion. "You're…you're a Soul Reaper?"

"Quite." The woman put a hand to her chest. "I'm a Soul Reaper, same as you. Well, a former one at least. Currently I'm retired."

"Wait, my friend Kisuke told me that the Thirteen Court Guard Squads don't allow anyone to retire. Period."

"That's true," Dominista nodded. "I suppose retired is the wrong word. I'm currently in the squad's reserves. Many years ago I sustained a severe injury during a battle with a Hollow. My captain healed me but it caused me to be removed from active duty. Thankfully, my captain was benevolent enough to allow me to come to the World of the Living to live here, running my escort service. Not a brothel," she said, her eyes glaring at Ichigo scathingly. "Many of the girls here are former Soul Reapers actually. My captain taught me a thing or two about the human body, even how to change a person's gender. But enough about me. Let's get down to business."

"Turn me back, right now!" Ichigo shouted.

"I'll turn you back soon enough. However, you owe me a great debt. You will remain the way you are until I've deemed your debt paid."

"What are you talking about?"

"You cost me my best girl. The amount of money she brought in wasn't paltry. You shall take her place and be an escort for me."

"WHAT?!" gaped Ichigo. "You want me to be an escort?"

"That is my deal. You will work until you've earned what Daihime was worth. Then I'll turn you back into a boy and let you go."

"How much was she worth?"

Dominista gave her a number. Ichigo's jaw hung even lower. There were a lot of zeros in that number. "You're nuts! How am I supposed to make that much money?!"

"You're a beautiful girl with exotic orange hair. I'm certain you'll attract a nice clientele," Dominista smiled.

"Forget it! I'm not sleeping with anyone, you creep!"

Dominista suddenly appeared in front of her with a burst of Flashstep. She pinched Ichigo's cheek, making the girl cry out in pain. "Listen here, you! For the last time, I do not run a brothel. You'll be going on escorts for high paying clients on dates. Whether or not things get intimate is your choice but it will never be forced on you. Understand?"

"Yow! Alright! Let go!" Ichigo said, tears beginning to well in her eyes. Dominista let go, letting Ichigo put a hand to her sore cheek.

Huffing in annoyance, Dominista walked back to the bed and sat back down. "If it'll put your mind at ease, I assure you that your clients will be females. As angry at you as I am, even I wouldn't be that cruel to you. Does that make you feel any better?"

Nursing her red cheek, Ichigo glared at the woman. "What if I say no? I have a friend here in Karakura Town who can change me back," she said, thinking of a certain shopkeeper. "And if you think you can keep me here by force, think again."

Cocking her head and smiling amusingly, Dominista reached into her pocket and pulled out a cellphone. "Oh really? Let's see what my benefactor has to say about this."

"Benefactor?"

Dialing a few numbers, Dominista put a finger to her lips and smiled. "Shush. There's someone I want you to speak to. Yes, Captain?" she addressed as person she was calling picked up on the other end of the line. "Yes, I've explained everything to Ichigo but she's quite resistant." Ichigo waited for a few seconds before Dominista nodded. "Uh huh. One second." She held out the cellphone. "It's for you."

Taking the phone from Dominista, Ichigo brought it to her ear nervously. "H-Hello?"

"Hello, Ichigo. I hear you've been causing Dominista some trouble."

Ichigo's blood turned to ice. Dominista's "benefactor" was none other than Captain Unohana. "Captain Unohana? You're a part of this?!"

"Why yes, I help fund Dominista's escort service. She was my former Fourth-Seat. She's like a daughter to me, after all. Now then, I'm told you caused significant harm to her business earlier. I'd hope that you're honorable enough to repay her for what you've done."

"But Captain Unohana! You can't be serious!" Ichigo insisted. "She's turned me into a girl!"

"You have my word, Ichigo. Once your debt is paid, Dominista will reverse the change. We'll speak to your father about your absence and make sure he understands the situation as well as making sure your employer, Ms. Unagiya, is well compensated for lending you to us. And you've nothing to worry about with school. I will inform Kisuke on the situation and he will deal with that loose end."

Ichigo's lip trembled as fear hit her. She felt like a bird trapped in a cage. "Captain Unohana! I can't be an escort!" she pleaded.

"There's nothing to worry about, Ichigo. I've already discussed it with Dominista. Your clients will be women to make you feel more comfortable. You're simply to go on dates and give them the pleasure of your company. There's no obligation to engage in sexual intercourse. It's entirely your choice."

Sighing in defeat, Ichigo handed the phone back to Dominista. Dominista spoke to Unohana for a moment before hanging up. "So then, Ichigo. I assume you'll accept my deal?"

Looking at the floor, Ichigo reluctantly nodded. "Fine…" she said before looking up, her eyes glaring angrily at the woman. "But you better keep your word!"

"But of course. Once your debt is paid I will turn you back to normal and send you home. I'm a woman of my word, after all." Dominista hopped off the bed. "This room is yours while you're staying here. I will take my leave for now and arrange for you to get to work right away. I'll have one of the girls bring you dinner. Ta-ta for now, my dear."

Dominista left the genderbent Ichigo, closing the door behind her. Ichigo watched her leave before sighing, feeling hopeless. "How'd I end up in this mess?" she said. She looked over at the large mirror on the wall and stared at her female self. She didn't know what was going to happen. But she did know one thing…

…her escort challenge was going to take a while.

To be continued