Hey everyone! Sorry for no updates recently. I've been really busy this summer, and have had no time. I really want to take a break from all things ItaSasu, and just write a whole new story for now. Don't worry, I'm not discontinuing it, I just need to back away from brotherly love for a while. ;)

So I was bored one day, a few weeks ago, and this story randomly just entered my mind. It's AU, obviously. Naruto/Sasuke, also obvious. Is it rather far-fetched? Yup. Has it been written before? Probably. But I don't care. I want to tell it anyway.

Oh, and yes, despite the title which may hint that Sasuke is a girl in this story, this is still totally boy on boy yaoi. Like I could write a het fiction? You'll see...

Also, for the record, I'm not usually one for cross-dressing. In fact, it generally creeps me out. But once again, you'll see why I have it.

Oh, and spoilers, if you don't know who Naruto's parents are. Oh, and for simplicity, Naruto's last name is Namikaze. Get it, got it, got it, get it? As for the families, just picture them as big-name families like the Hiltons, Kennedys, Rockefellers, etc.

I don't own Naruto. TV Tokyo and Masashi Kishimoto neither gain nor lose anything from me writing this.

The Uchiha family was broke. That's all there was to it. What had once been the most prosperous family in the Fire Nation, was now losing their status. Fast. Sure, they still owned many luxurious things, and still lived in expensive mansions, but how long could they keep it up before the bank took everything away? They would be able to keep everything if they sold their businesses to their rivals, the Hyuugas, but they would rather live on the streets than be forced to bow down to them.

How could this have happened? It may have been in part from the family's biggest potential, Uchiha Itachi, going off on his own, wanting nothing to do with the family, just when he was of age to be beneficial. It may have been because the family was so influential to society, that the rest of the nation felt that they were a threat, and purposely sought to avoid them and make business elsewhere. It probably was a combination of many reasons, when it all came down to it.

Whatever the reason, the Uchihas needed a turnaround fast. Some way that they could at least break even with all the debts they had recently acquired.

"Things would be so much easier if we just had a daughter to get a bride wealth from," Uchiha Fugaku, head of the Uchiha family, complained to his wife, Mikoto. He glared out the window towards his younger son, Sasuke, who was sitting in the yard doing who knows what.

"I thought it was the other way around," Mikoto replied calmly, sitting at the table reading some romantic novel, "That the bride's family pays the groom a dowry. But anyway, that is really old fashioned. No one does that anymore."

"Well, the Namikaze family is offering a bride wealth of thirty million ryo or more, to whatever family of higher class can present a virgin daughter that pleases their son the most."

"That is very generous, dear, but we only have a son."

Fugaku glanced out the window watching his son, who was laying on the grass, watching the sky. He was a very attractive boy, silky black hair, smooth pale skin, perfect facial features. "Well, we have a son who could easily pass for a girl."

Mikoto looked up. "There is no way. They would find out."

"How so? Unlike Itachi who has been in every gossip magazine, Sasuke hasn't been exactly well know. The boy hardly ever leaves the Uchiha grounds! He is practically unknown to the outside world!"

"Known enough."

"We could say that we were just pretending that Sasuke was a boy, due to the Uchiha family being extremely sexist. It wouldn't be the first time that has happened in the history of our family." He spoke the truth. There had been many cases of Uchiha girl raised to be men. Sure, the family wasn't sexist anymore, but who was to know that?

"Birth certificate."

"I know people who can fix that."

"What about his voice or his figure?"

"He can practice making it higher. He can have a lower toned voice! Plus, he'll only wear clothes that won't show figure."

"They would find out eventually, even if not until the wedding night."

"We would already have our money."

"We could be in huge trouble."

"How so? Same-sex marriages are legal in our country. Plus, almost all of the best attorneys are loyal to us."

"Our reputation could be ruined."

"Fine, after the wedding we could flee the country."

"What about Sasuke?"

"He is eighteen now, he can deal with his own problems."

"Why don't we just try and get him a bride for a dowry?"

"From what family? The Hyuugas would never give their daughter to us! No family besides them and the Namikazes, who have no daughter anyway, could give us more than 30 million ryo."

Mikoto gave in. "Fine, call Sasuke in," she sighed, "He's not going to like the idea, you know."

"You are kidding, right?" Sasuke stated abruptly as his parents spoke.

"I tried to tell you, dear," Mikoto told her husband.

Fugaku ignored her. "No, Sasuke. We are being very serious about this."

"There is no way in Hell."

"Why not?" his father's voice raised, "You don't even know the boy!"

"Exactly!" Sasuke yelled back, "Even if it was a girl I wouldn't agree to it! No arranged marriage for me. End of story."

"You'd make a beautiful bride," his mother tried.

"I will say this one more time. I. Am. Not. A. Girl."

"Yes, that will be the last time you say that. Because from now on, you will pretend that you are a girl," Fugaku answered.

"So what if I'm not even picked? Then I'll be stuck pretending to be a girl my whole life?"

"Of course my darling son will be picked," Mikoto answered sympathetically.

"You really don't know that!" Sasuke tried to suppress his annoyance.

"You'll be picked," Fugaku answered in a sure tone.

"And if I'm not?"

"Oh, you better make sure you're picked," the head of the household answered in a mildly threatening tone.

Mikoto rolled her eyes, and grabbed her son's hands, "Don't worry, Sasuke. Everything will be fine. We don't have to even go to the Namikaze household for another two weeks. You and I will have that time to bring out your inner girl!" she smiled, "I've always wanted a daughter you know!"

"Plus, I've already had someone call them, so they can expect us. There will be an Uchiha there."

Sasuke gave up.

"I can't believe you guys are doing this to me," Naurto complained to his parents, Namikaze Minato and Kushina. He was walking back and forth on their pool deck, as they both sat in lawn chairs.

Kushina rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed, "Hey, we gave you a year to go find your own bride. You couldn't, so now we have to take drastic measures! Just be thankful we are still letting you choose which girl you want."

"What if I don't like any of the girls who show up?"

"That's why we gave you a year to find your perfect girl on your own," Minato answered calmly.

"Yeah, what your father said 'ttebane!" Kushina stood and smacked her son on the shoulder.

"Well, sorry I couldn't find anyone 'ttebayo!" Naruto shouted back.

Minato sighed, "You two really are related." Before either could reply, his cell phone started to ring.

"Probably another one of the girls I'm going to be stuck with," Naruto said under his breath.

"Oh really?" his father said into the phone, "I never would have guessed...Oh, no, I don't mean it like that!...Yes, she's a very pretty girl...Now that you mention it, it does make since...Hm?...Well, of course she can come!...Why yes...Yes, we'll meet her in two weeks then...Alright." He snapped his phone shut.

"Who was that?" Kushina asked.

"The Uchiha residence," he answered, "They want their daughter to be considered for Naruto."

"But the Uchihas don't have a daughter," Kushina responded confusedly.

"Apparently they do," he shrugged, "They said that Sasuke, their youngest, was simply raised as a boy, but is actually a girl."

"Weird," Naruto muttered, "Now I know not to pick her. Why would I want some gender confused chick?"

"Don't be rude, Naruto," Kushina sighed, "It's not her fault her family wanted a son instead a daughter. You should treat her like everyone else."

"Plus, it may be nice to have more connections with the Uchiha family," Minato mused.

"But only pick her if she's the one you want," his wife added quickly, "Because the same could go for connections with the Hyuugas or any other family."

"Whatever," her son replied, before jumping into their pool.

The Next morning, Sasuke picked up a newspaper of the kitchen table. The front headline was just generic news about stuff he didn't care about.

Down the page, he noticed an article that he cared very much about.

Uchiha Family Admit That Their Youngest Son Sasuke is Actually Female

The phone rang. He answered it.

"Uchiha residence, Sasuke speaking," he answered, trying to keep his voice level.

"Oh! How great of you to answer, Sasuke! This is Konoha Chanel 12 News, and we're wondering if maybe you would like to hold an interview tonight about you-" Sasuke hung up. Well, slammed it, actually. The phone rang again. He pulled the cord out.

"Oh, Sasuke, you're up," his mother walked in with a plastic grocery bag, placing it on a chair.

"So you went and told the whole world that I'm a girl, huh?" Sasuke said evenly, but not without tightened fists.

"That's your father's doing," Mikoto said calmly, not wanting her son to explode, "I actually didn't like the idea of you pretending to be a girl, either, but he convinced me. You got to know, we don't have that many options left."

"All they need to do is post recent pictures of me, showing that I have a male figure, and I'll look like a sissy moron!" he replied through clenched teeth.

"You obviously didn't read all of the article," Mikoto tried to smile, picking up the newspaper which was thrown on the floor, "It explains how we wrapped your body up to hide your curves, and gave you male hormones. That also explains your deeper voice."

"Great, so that makes me a he-she! Why would a guy pick a girl who has testosterone in her?"

Mikoto went and picked up the bag, taking out it's contents. "Don't worry Sasuke," she smiled, "Here is your first dose of female hormones."

"How the Hell did you get them so soon?" Sasuke stepped back.

"Being one of the nation's most influential families gets you a few things."

"Aren't we broke?" Sasuke asked in a dry voice.

"Yes," Mikoto managed to spit out, "But there are a lot of people in our kind country that feel pity for you and donated some."

"Is that even legal?"

"Does it matter?"

Sasuke stepped back more until his back was against the wall. "There is no way that I'm letting any of that crap in me."

"Oh, you will," his mother walked forward, closing in on him. Sasuke could have sworn her tone sounded evil.

Naruto sat at his computer desk, staring at the image. It was a picture of that Sasuke girl. There weren't many he could find on all of the search engines he looked at, unlike his older brother and parents.

She was attractive, as a boy or as a girl. She had the type of face that could pass for either a more feminine-looking guy that all the girls fall for, or a rather pretty, tomboyish girl that men would admire and respect. That's what he figured she was, a tomboy. The other girls he looked up were much more feminine looking, Hyuuga Hinata, Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura, and several others. Sasuke didn't stand out to him that much, in terms of who he'd like to spend the rest of his life with. She was just...different. Anyway, appearance wasn't everything. He'd need to know each of the girls personally, of course.

Naruto stared at the picture a moment more, before exiting out of the window and turning the computer off. He sighed. He didn't know what to do. What if none of the girls seem right to him? He didn't want to be stuck with someone he couldn't stand. What were the odds that any one of the girls picked out for him would be right?

In all honesty, he didn't know if there was any girl out there right for him. He hated to admit it, but the only people he ever found chemistry with were other males. But he couldn't tell his parents that. He had to find a bride, not a groom.

"Knock-knock," he heard his mother call from his door. She cracked it open slightly.

"Yeah?" Naruto called, spinning around in his chair. His mother opened the door fully, and started to walk in.

"Hey, hon," she walked over to him, putting one hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry if it seems like your father and I are forcing you to get married-well, we kind of are, I guess-but you do know it's for your own good, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Nartuo grumbled.

"I know it may not seem like it," Kushina forced Naruto to share the chair, "But part of me-a lot of me, doesn't want to give my little boy up." Naruto, unable to stay mad at his mom, found himself putting his head on her shoulder, his fingers going through her long red hair. He felt like a little kid, but he didn't care. Soon, he wouldn't be able to do this, anyway. She smiled, "Soon, you'll be playing with some other girl's hair instead of mine."

"No, none of the other girls have pretty or long enough hair," he smiled at her.

"I was referring to your future daughter that you will one day have."

Naruto let go of her and stood up. "A-wait, what?"

"Don't worry about that now, Naruto," Kushina laughed, "You have a while before that."

"Good, because if you expect to have a grandchild right away, you are going to be disappointed."

"Well, I was more so alluding to the fact that your wife will be pregnant nine months before it's born, but okay. Just as long as you do have one, eventually."

"Whatever," Naruto grumbled.

"Oh, Sasuke, you look, er, you look-"

"I look like a cross-dresser," Sasuke said dully. He was wearing a purple, beaded spaghetti-strapped top with a padded bra underneath. Even if he had a more female chest, his hips were still male. Also, he was wearing tight jeans cutting off at his knees, also didn't do well for his figure, despite the fact that they were recently waxed, free of hair. Plus, they had him in tight girl's underwear, which, needless to say, was uncomfortable. Well, at least it made him look more feminine in that way.

"Isn't that what you are?" the designer-lady's assistant said. Her boss hit her. "A very sexy, attractive one, I mean," she tried again.

"Well," Mikoto studied him, then went to the designer, (who, along with her assistant, had been forced to sign a confidentiality contract,) "I think we're going to need custom clothes. Also, some light wrappings around your hips to give you more curvature. Oh, and as a golden rule, the looser the clothing, the better. His broad shoulders may be very handsome, but not for a girl."

"Hey, please make sure they give me only closed-toe shoes, okay? My feet are too big for any girly shoes," Sasuke gestured to the heels he had kicked across the room a few seconds after trying on.

"Sure thing," the lady said. She had a cheery demeanor about her, but Sasuke could tell that it was fake and forced. The Uchiha family can be rather intimidating after all, especially when they force you to sign a contract to keep a secret this big. Sasuke would have pitied her, had it not been for the fact that he had it even worse off.

"How did you manage to pay for her," he asked Mikoto, under his breath.

"Advertisement, dear," she answered, "All we have to do is wear her clothing in public and say that they are by her, and she'll give them to us for free. Your father hasn't actually paid for one of his expensive watches for years."

"I see," Sasuke replied as he was dragged away by designer-lady's assistant into the dressing room.

"Can't I have people to do this for me?" Naruto groaned.

Kushina smacked him, "No! This is something that you must do yourself. Stop being so unromantic 'ttebane!"

"You're mother is right, it is very heartless that you would even think of having someone else pick out the engagement ring."

"But I don't know anything about jewelry!" Naruto stared at the row of diamond rings underneath the glass.

"Which is why I am here to help you!" Kushina smiled.

"Well, I have to admit," Minato said uncomfortably, "I gave your mother my grandmother's ring, so I really have no experience, either. So, I'll be back later."

"Hey, why can't I use an old relative's ring?"

"Your father gave me his grandmother's ring to be romantic. You want to use a relative's ring to be lazy. Therefore, you will pick out a new ring."

Naruto glanced at the rings for a moment. "That one," he called, pointing to a heart-shaped one with a silver band, in the middle.

"You just picked that one at random," his mother scoffed.

"No I didn't," Naruto frowned, "I'm suppose to give the girl my heart, right? So, I'll literally give her a heart. Plus, it's diamond, which means that she won't be able to break it. Oh, and I like the silver band better, because, well, silver seems more peaceful, serene. Unlike gold, which seems more wild, more in your face. That's what I want my love to be like, like silver. Gold just seems too much like lust to me, which I don't want."

Kushina smiled, "Even if you are just saying that so that we can get through this faster, which you probably are, I think that that is very romantic!"

"Would you like to see it up close?" the jeweler asked.

"Er, no than-"

"Yes, he would!" she elbowed her son. The jeweler smiled as he unlocked the display and pulled out the ring, polished it off a bit, and held it up in the light, before letting Naruto take it.

"Oh, Naruto, it's beautiful!" Kushina gasped.

"Yeah, I guess it kind of is."

"Just like your grandchildren will be," Kushina hinted.

"Shut up."

Sasuke was now wearing a loose, oversize light blue t-shirt. It made his fake chest and hips look more natural, and covered part of his legs, drawing less attention to them. His jeans were slightly more baggy, and looked less masculine on him. He had a pair of high-top sneakers on, covering his manly feet. His hair was left the same, due to the assistant insisting that he had perfect hair, and it would be a crime to even touch it, but had several matching hair clips on each side. He had some simple make-up on his face, foundation, blush, eyeliner, a bit of eyeshadow, and some clear lip gloss.

He really did look like a girl. Not a girly-girl, per se, more of a bold, I-am-who-I-am, I-don't-belong-to-any-stereotype, kind of girl. A rather pretty one, at that.

"Oh, it's like I actually have a daughter now," Mikoto gasped.

"Sure," Sasuke replied, tiredly, in his girl voice. Making it work was the trick. He had to make it sound natural, not forced. Plus, it had to somehow fit him. He settled with a tone that was only a pitch or so higher than natural, which still sounded kind of boyish, but could pass for a deep, tomboyish girl voice. Plus, it was known that he was given male hormones, so it's not like anyone would hold it against him. He just needed to not make his masculinity obvious.

"You look beautiful," his mother almost appeared to be glowing.

"I'm not going to pretend that this isn't weird."

"I'm sorry, honey, I know it is, but you are doing so much for our family right now!"

"I can't even imagine how crazy you are going to be at the wedding."

"Oh, so you are being more optimistic about it?" Mikoto beamed.

"Well, look at me," Sasuke gesured to himself, "How can I let myself think that this is for nothing? I've had my eyebrows, legs, even my armpits waxed! I've had my ears pierced! I'm wearing a God damn bra! You have even forced me to take some female hormones! What more can I do to lose my masculinity?"

"You're nails!" Mikoto exclaimed, seeming to have been oblivious to Sasuke's point, "They look horrible! Look at those hang nails!"

Sasuke just stared at his mother. "Fine, do whatever. But it has to be clear polish. I have some limits."

"Well, it better not be about acting ladylike. I'm having this one nice lady who does cotillions give you a few tips."

"That's not funny."

"I'm serious. Plus, I bet the other, real girls, are having some instruction as well."

"I really don't know what to say."

"Be grateful that we've managed to scrape a few ryo for her!"

"Is our family really that desperate?"

"I'm afraid so."

So that's the end of chapter 1...

Sorry, I really have nothing else to add. I would have added more to the chapter, but I didn't feel like it. But chapter 2 should come soon.

Review please? Reviews make me very happy! Even if the reviews are negative, I appreciate them! Well, non-flame, constructive criticism reviews, you know?