"This isn't illegal, is it?"

"Not if you're not Britannian! Which you're not!"

Suzaku sighed and tried to relax as Lloyd slapped his… elbow pit (was that what it was called?) before isolating a vein and injecting something that burned like ice. But only for a second.

"There! Now we'll see if this improves your synchronization with my Lancelot."

Suzaku nodded in complete agreement, taking a moment to subtly flex his hands and feet to make sure they felt normal. "How long does it take to kick in?"

Lloyd shrugged. "You'll need a few more treatments yet, not sure how many exactly… That's the great thing about trial medications – the surprises!" He laughed, cutting himself off abruptly as the door opened.

"Suzaku, you're still here?" Cecile asked. "Shouldn't you be on your way to class?"

"Right!" Suzaku jumped off the table, shooting Lloyd a polite nod and Cecile a slightly deeper nod before rushing off.

"What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing," Lloyd did his best to look innocent. "Just a man-to-boy chat before school."

Cecile snorted. "But who was the man and who was the boy?"

"Hey!"

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Suzaku made it in just before the bell. He grinned when he noticed Lelouch's presence as well, even if the other boy was sleeping already. If Suzaku recalled correctly, there was a student council meeting after school today and if he could drag Lelouch there…

It was always fun. That was the most amazing thing about being here at Ashford. Sure, there were the racists, and sometimes Suzaku grew tired of the constant bullying, but everyday had at least something fun in it, even if it was just watching Lelouch sleep.

Although that was less 'fun' and more… something that stirred things in Suzaku that needed to be repressed. If Lelouch had any idea how Suzaku sometimes felt around him, Suzaku could lose everything. And anyways, it was only sometimes. Most of the time, Suzaku just liked being with him and laughing at him and didn't think about touching or kissing him at all.

Given how Lelouch reacted to even the teasing hints that Suzaku had dropped, he was not interested. And, of course, he had Shirley.

Who was waving at Suzaku in lieu of her usual bright 'good morning!' She was such an amazing girl. Lelouch was lucky.

…sometimes…

"Shirley, I'll come to the next meeting, I'm busy today…"

"No chance, Lulu," Shirley said firmly. "You weren't there last time either… in fact, Suzaku's attendance is better than yours and he didn't even start coming until a few months ago!"

Suzaku noticed that Shirley had both arms firmly wrapped around Lelouch's, and snickered. Comparing their upper body strengths, she'd barely need a hand to overpower him. But this way, she got to press against him. In public. Suzaku ignored the slight pang of envy.

"You're not seriously thinking about skipping, are you Lelouch?" Suzaku asked innocently, flanking Lelouch's free side. "That's awfully irresponsible for a vice-president."

Lelouch basically ignored him, still trying to free himself from Shirley. "It's not a regularly scheduled meeting, which means that Milly's plotting something, which means that the farther away I can be the better."

Suzaku clasped a hand on Lelouch's shoulder, making him still. "Nonsense. Maybe it'll be fun."

For the first time, Lelouch turned to look at him. Suzaku kept a bright smile on, cursing himself for sounding wistful. Lelouch was just sensitive enough to catch that.

"Fine."

"What?" Shirley sounded both surprised and doubtful. "You'll come?"

"Sure." Lelouch sighed heavily. "After all, maybe it'll be fun."

Given how much Lelouch was glaring from where he was covered in colour fabric swatches less than half an hour later, Suzaku had the feeling he'd be hearing about his theories of fun later. And not in a good way.

Still, he looked so petulant and dour under so many colours and… it was cute. "You should smile, Lelouch. It'll brighten up those colours." He reached over and poked Lelouch's cheek.

"Don't touch me!" If anything, Lelouch sulked more, only now his cheeks were lightly flushed.

Milly noticed it too. "Hey, that matches 'dusty pink'!"

Rivalz looked up from the wallpaper samples. "Lelouch is blushing?"

"I am not! You're so immature."

"Hey, I'm not the one Suzaku made blush!"

Suzaku laughed. "He's not blushing. He gets like this when he's… really… mad… oh."

"Got it in one, Kururugi."

Suzaku considered his options. "Well, if you're already mad at me…"

He managed to escape without any bruises and only the threat of further silent treatment from Lelouch. Still, it had been fun.

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"How long do I need these treatments?"

"Until I start seeing some effects." Lloyd frowned and pressed his hand on Suzaku's chest before shrugging and sighing. "A bit longer, apparently."

For the first time, Suzaku asked, "What do they do?"

"Oh!" Lloyd sounded surprised as if he hadn't even considered being asked that. "You'll see!"

Suzaku supposed he would.

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Lelouch wasn't angry at him anymore, and he'd been invited over for supper. It was one of those rare nights when Suzaku didn't have anything planned the next day and Lelouch managed to talk him into a social glass of wine. Which turned into four. Which ended with Suzaku just tipsy enough to do something stupid and sharing Lelouch's bed.

This was a bad idea.

"You're not going back alone, drunk," Lelouch said, exasperated after Suzaku tried to back out for the third time. "If you insist, I'll use the couch." He muttered something like 'I'm used to it', but Suzaku didn't quite catch it.

"No, you don't… it's fine, I'll… thanks, Lelouch." Suzaku gave in and tried really hard not to watch Lelouch undress, but Lelouch never attended PE and this was such a rare opportunity…

His pyjamas were disappointingly frumpy.

"I'll make something nice for breakfast tomorrow," Lelouch promised, crawling into bed beside Suzaku. Their arms brushed and Suzaku stared at the ceiling, debating between taking advantage of the situation or behaving himself because nothing good could come out of stepping out of line.

In the end he compromised, keeping his hands away from anything sensitive (on himself or Lelouch), but pressing his chest against Lelouch's back and burying his nose in Lelouch's neck. He fell asleep with his senses filled with Lelouch.

He was woken by something rubbing against his front, more stimulating than usual. "Dammit, C.C., d'you have to…" Suzaku opened his eyes as Lelouch's sleepy grumble choked off in a gasp. Oops. Caught.

"Morning?"

Lelouch stared at him for a long moment, then ripped aside the bedsheets. "Suzaku, you…" He turned bright red and threw the covers back on, jumping out of bed. "What the hell?"

It was hard to tell with Lelouch's back turned, but his hunched shoulders and the way he leaned towards the door screamed 'fight or flight' to Suzaku. Which was a bit of an overreaction to cuddling, Suzaku thought, sitting up and…

Oh.

"Lelouch?"

"What?"

"Why do I have boobs?"

"How should I know?"

"It happened in your bed!"

"It happened to your chest!" Lelouch whirled around angrily before emitting a soft 'meep' and turning back around. "Cover yourself up at least!"

Suzaku wrapped a sheet around himself, feeling very… odd. "I'm covered."

Lelouch peeked once, then turned around. "You… they're still there. Under the sheets."

"It's the best I can do." Suzaku was honestly impressed that neither of them had panicked yet. "Can you grab me a shirt?"

Lelouch tossed him a light t-shirt which made Suzaku feel better, but didn't so much hide the fact that he had breasts as amplified the fact that he wasn't wearing a bra. Lelouch was still staring, but not in a good way. He sat down beside Suzaku and finally looked him in the face.

"Is it just the breasts?"

Oh. Oh god, Suzaku hadn't even… he jumped up and dashed to the bathroom, pulling down his pants and…

No. It wasn't just the breasts. With a significant amount of trepidation, Suzaku fingered the small flap of skin that had replaced his penis, then slid down and in and…

Yup. That was a vagina. Did that mean he'd have to pee sitting down and get periods and… could he get pregnant?

Lelouch knocked gently on the door. "Suzaku? Are you okay?"

"Not really," Suzaku admitted, sliding down to the bathroom floor, his shorts tangled around his knees. "Lelouch, I'm a girl."

"You're not." Lelouch sounded certain. "Your body is just a girl's. It's not the same thing at all. We can fix it, Suzaku, we just have to figure out how this happened…"

Somehow, that made Suzaku feel better. Both Lelouch's confidence and practicality. They would fix it, whatever it was. If only there was some clue as to how it had happened in the first place…

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"How dare you?"

Suzaku winced as Cecile screamed at Lloyd.

"I wanted to see if Suzaku would develop female intuition! Maternal instincts!" Lloyd protested "…I wanted to be Lancelot's daddy. He can be the mommy."

"So you injected him with an experimental drug despite not knowing the side effects or threshold dose to turn him into a girl?"

"Yes!"

"You arrogant…"

Suzaku crept away, not wanting to witness this. It was weird… that was the exact same reaction he'd have had as a guy, but now he was wondering if it was because he was a girl that he was avoiding conflict, except that was just silly and…

Lelouch could never know that Britannia had done this. He was already so mad at them, and occasionally at Suzaku for joining them… it wouldn't be helpful.

Cecile sent him home early, without even trying him in the Lancelot. That was how Suzaku knew that she was really upset. Unfortunately, that meant he had nowhere to go but school, and nothing but his male uniform to go in. Poor planning, perhaps.

The uniform still fit, snugger in some places and looser in others, but overall comfortable enough. The only problem was that it did nothing to hide Suzaku's new bust. He might have been able to pass with the softer slopes of his face and thinner neck and even the way his waist tapered down into muscled, but still obvious, thighs. But he couldn't do a thing about his breasts.

Still, it seemed like no one (except Lelouch) noticed anything different when he snuck into class, taking his seat and carefully not looking at anyone. His usually perfect posture was slumped forward a little, trying to disguise his dimensions, and it seemed to work. Rivalz, Shirley, no one seemed to notice anything.

Until Milly. It was entirely possible that she was just that attracted to breasts.

"What are you trying to–" Milly frowned as she went from cheerfully groping Suzaku's chest to curiously groping Suzaku's chest. "…they're real?"

"Stop that!" Lelouch snapped, batting Milly's hands aside. "And how can you tell just from touching them?"

Milly made gropey motions with her hands and laughed an evil little laugh. Suzaku sighed – that had felt weird. "They're real."

And then Suzaku and Lelouch had to field a million questions (mostly with "we don't know") about Suzaku's new girlish figure.

Then they trooped over to the store to get Suzaku a girl's uniform, against Lelouch's arguments.

"He's not a girl! Anyways, he looks the same, can't you just… wrap him up or something?" Shirley and Milly and Kallen and even Nina shot him dirty looks. "What?"

"Binding," Milly said. "Is painful. Especially when you have a significant amount to bind." She eyed Suzaku judgementally. "I'd say Suzaku's a generous C-cup – that'll get sore after an hour and intolerable after two."

"I don't mind…" Suzaku really didn't. It couldn't hurt more than standing at attention for 24 hours without rest during a thunderstorm.

But Lelouch shook his head this time. "I do. This has got to be hard enough as it is…"

"Would you stop acting like being a girl is the worst thing in the world!" Kallen piped up, sounding genteelly peeved. "It's not like he's been crippled or anything."

Lelouch shot her a cold look (Suzaku knew full well that while the casual dismissal rubbed him the wrong way for Suzaku's sake, it was just as much that the 'crippled' comment rubbed him the wrong way for Nunnally's sake), before sighing. "It's a matter of identity. One might say a similar thing about being Britannian, when one has self-identified as something else their entire lives."

That shut Kallen up, but Suzaku felt the sting of those words acutely. "It's not exactly the same thing." For one thing, he hadn't chosen this. On the other hand. "But I don't mind wearing a skirt if that makes things easier. I mean, I did that as a guy…"

"What?" Rivalz and Milly's voices mingled; one with surprise, the other with delight.

Suzaku laughed nervously. "It's just one of those things they had us do as new recruits… It was just crossdressing and dancing and getting teased…" Somehow it sounded worse in Suzaku's new feminine voice. "It was actually kind of fun. I like skirts, they're very… breezy."

"You are taking this about a thousand times better than I would, man." Rivalz clasped Suzaku's shoulder.

"Yes," Lelouch agreed, watching Suzaku closely. "Almost too well."

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"I've done some research," Lelouch announced once they got to the Lamperouge home with Suzaku's new clothes. "About guys turning into girls and the like."

"And what did you find?" Suzaku asked curiously. Maybe Lloyd's experiments were published somewhere.

"A great deal of pornography." Lelouch's voice held the bland humour that most people missed. "Also, some medical and surgical options to go from one sex to the other, so even if this is permanent, there are options."

Suzaku sighed. "Great." It was just like Lelouch to plan for the worst, but still… "No idea on causes?"

"No, but I did manage to rule some things out." Lelouch tugged Suzaku down to sit on the bed by him. "So I know what didn't cause it. That's important."

Since Suzaku knew exactly how this had happened, he was satisfied with that. "Good. Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see." He leaned his head on Lelouch's shoulder. "Thanks, Lelouch."

Lelouch jumped up, nearly knocking Suzaku over. "Um. Maybe you should try on your clothes. Before school I mean. Just to see."

"Sure." Suzaku started unbuttoning his jacket and Lelouch nearly tripped on his own feet trying to get out of his room. It was kind of funny, but also kind of sad.

Suzaku took a moment, once his shirt was off, to take a look at himself in the mirror. He still looked tough, even muscular. Despite the large, perky breasts that jutted out from his chest, his abs were still visible (six pack rather than an eight pack, but reasonable) and his arms were still lean and wiry. He shoulders weren't nearly as square, though, and his face (always his softest feature) had gentled even more. He fluffed out his hair and bit his lips until they turned red.

…he was totally a girl.

He took a deep breath and slid off his pants as well, staring at the way his hips flared on the outside and just came together, framing nothing but pubic hair, on this inside. He idly wondered if he was attractive still. He'd been both handsome and cute as a guy. What was he as a girl?

…still cute, he decided. Perky and tomboyish. But not exactly pretty, despite the ample bosom. He probably wouldn't look twice at himself if he was looking for a date or a good time.

That was confusing. Maybe he should start thinking of himself with female pronouns.

His reflection made a face and Suzaku agreed. That was maybe a little too far.

"Suzaku, are you ready yet?"

"Not quite!" Suzaku rolled his eyes at his naked body and quickly tugged on the skirt and stockings. The panties were easy, but the bra… "Lelouch, would you feel comfortable helping me put on a bra?"

"No!"

Suzaku sighed. He hadn't really thought so. "It'll be a bit longer then."

There was a momentary pause, then the door slowly opened. "I'll help you once but that's all."

Lelouch walked in backwards, his eyes staring at the ground as he made his way to Suzaku. "T-turn around."

Suzaku did. He was careful not to gasp, to just continue breathing normally as Lelouch arranged his bra straps and slid the cups over his breasts and hooked them up in the back. "Here, you have to feel your way around this…" Lelouch guided Suzaku's hands to the clasps in the back, sliding them together under their fingers, and Suzaku was pretty damn sure that if he had a penis, it would be fully erect by now. "…see?"

"Thanks." He had to stop thinking about Lelouch like that, especially now. "Um, Lelouch…"

Lelouch was still standing behind him, no longer helping, just hovering and… god, Suzaku just wanted to lean into his warm body and…

"Put on your shirt and let's see how it looks." Lelouch sounded incredibly uncomfortable, and Suzaku was glad he resisted the urge to give into his instincts.

He slipped the shirt on and buttoned it up. Lelouch helped with the tie and the set of the jacket before stepping back to survey their work.

"You look like a girl."

"Thanks." Suzaku managed to mimic Lelouch's sour tones exactly. He looked over Lelouch's shoulder at the mirror and… yup. He looked like a girl.

"What d'you think?" Suzaku asked, twirling, hoping to make Lelouch smile. "Do I make a pretty girl?"

Lelouch reached out and stopped him, one hand on his cheek, the other on his shoulder. "You look… good."

They were so close. Suzaku could practically taste Lelouch's breath. Then Lelouch stepped back. "I'm going to… go…"

Suzaku didn't say anything as Lelouch left. That had been awkward.

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I don't usually do ANs, but I just wanted everyone to know that I know that the 'elbow pit' is properly called the 'antecubital fossa'. I know this because I forgot it at 2:30am one shift and all the nurses laughed at me until I signed out at 4. :p True story. True, embarrassing story. XD

That being said, I doubt Suzaku would know (because the thought of Suzkau being smarter than me hurts me in my ego-place :p) and I LOVE the term 'elbow pit'. Also, 'knee pit'. Also, 'throat clitoris', but that's only amongst friends. XD