This day was an absolute disaster! If there was a way that it could get worse, he was quite content not being aware of it. This, however, was not meant to be.

Brushing his hair back from his face in a keenly annoyed gesture, Wufei sighed. He had no more hairties. Duo had effectively destroyed every single item that could have even passed for a hairtie. That was after he had managed to sneak into Wufei's room and set a variety of traps. Now Wufei had a mission, had nothing to tie his hair back with, and was quite ready to kill a braided fool for the fact that he couldn't even cross his room without fear of falling over one of the little traps that had been set in the night. It made it very difficult for him to gather his gear.

Managing to avoid the other pilots, Wufei slipped out of the safe house. Already aware of the new safe house that he was to go to after this, and his things were packed and on his bed for one of the other's to grab as they collected their things. Shaking his head a little, Wufei cast a brief glance towards the doors of the other pilots. He had left a note saying that he had a mission, and it was still early enough that he was the only one up. He saw no reason to wake the others for that.

Climbing onto his motorcycle, Wufei headed for his objective. He was to collect a ring from OZ. The item had just been completed, and he'd already been told that the properties of it had already been determined, and his sensei wanted him to wear the item. He was not told what it did.

Running down yet another hallway, Wufei saw his way out, and shot around the corner as yet another hail of bullets tried to cut him down. He didn't know that there were that many guards between his entry point and his objective. He'd so far managed to avoid being shot, but he'd set off every alarm the place had and didn't know how, he'd been careful. It was not he who was setting off the alarms, though he didn't know that.

Getting up into a vent he'd found that led outside the complex, Wufei realized that he still hadn't put on the ring. Determining that wearing the ring as he'd been instructed rather then risking the loss of the item by keeping the ring in hand, Wufei slipped the gold and silver band on his middle finger on his left hand. Nodding slightly to himself, Wufei proceeded to work his way through the vents, hearing the alarms inside the building go abruptly silent.

Breathing out a little sigh of relief, Wufei made his way back to his Motorcycle, eyes watchful of what was going on around him. The mission had taken a couple hours longer than he had liked, the alarms having been the least of his troubles. He'd gotten himself tangled up in a mass of hoses, ropes and things when part of the vent had broken as well. Not to mention that he'd had to rewire an ancient surveillance device to divert the camera's in the area he was going to in the facility.

Driving his bike to the new safe house, Wufei didn't even notice that he had to adjust more than he was normally did for the pack he'd brought with him. Finally arriving at the safe house, Wufei swung off of the motorcycle, fully intending to be graceful as he normally was. Instead, Wufei fell flat on his ass. Deeply confused by the fact that he had apparently just fallen over, Wufei rose again to his feet. Taking a couple steps, Wufei frowned. His balance was acting really strangely. Taking the pack off, Wufei took a couple more steps, nearly tripping over his own feet. He also felt funny. Looking down at himself, Wufei looked for any injuries that he could possibly have missed. He didn't get past the idea of it as his vision encountered something that simply should not have been on his chest. He had breasts.

Shakily bringing his hand up to undo the front of his shirt, Wufei pulled the material open a bit once the first couple buttons were undone, looking down at his own... Breasts. Two small, perfect breasts. Dropping the material he'd been holding open in his hands, Wufei then dropped his hands down, feeling... Nothing. Opening his pants, Wufei looked down to find his manhood gone, causing a little whimper to escape him. Redoing his clothes, Wufei picked up his bag, sneaking towards the safe house. The others could not see him like this. There was absolutely no way he could allow it.

Despite his shaky balance, Wufei made decent time, climbing into an empty bedroom through the window, he found that it was not the room where his things were located. He did, however, see himself in the mirror, inspiring another whimper. His hair was still free in his face, due to the hairtie incident, and that only highlighted the fact that his features had gained a slightly more feminine cast, though he still looked almost entirely like himself, he didn't like it. Backing away from the mirror, Wufei failed to remember his changed balance and thumped rather loudly onto the floor, causing him to wince.

He heard the footsteps headed his direction, able to tell all the pilots were coming to see what the nose was. Trying to scramble to his feet, Wufei barely attained the stance of standing before the door was opened and the pilots spilled in.

Heero was the first in, gun pointed at Wufei where he stood, Duo at his side with Trowa and Quatre just a step behind. Seeing the familiar face, Heero lowered his gun.

"Oi, Wu-man, you scared us!" Duo gave the off balance girl no chance to duck, he clasped the reserved pilot in a hug. It didn't go as planned however since this caused Wufei to fall over with the momentum of it, despite his best efforts not to. It as well brought Duo in close to the cushiness of Wufei's chest. "Ummm, Wufei? Whatcha got there?"

"Maxwell, get off of me!" Wufei shoved at the curious pilot, and found that to his dismay, he wasn't causing the boy on top of him to move. He knew the strength was there, but he just was having a little trouble due to his... Chest. Even as he shoved he was glaring.

"Duo, he is really upset, just move." Quatre moved forward, tugging the curious pilot off of his comrade, then looking to Wufei and extending his hand to him, helping him to his feet.

Extending the hand with the ring on it, Wufei caught the glimmer of metal on his hand. After rising rather unsteadily, a fact that none of them missed, proceeded to try and remove the ring. That must have been what did this to him.

"Wufei, what're you doing?" Duo could see he was trying to remove a ring, a rather nice one. Though as he watched a few little... Differences, about Wufei became apparent to him.

Wufei, having discovered the ring would not budge, though initially it had been a little too big for him, dropped his hands. "Simply trying to remove a bit of currently unwanted jewelry." The words come through grit teeth. His voice sounds slightly more feminine. He didn't like it. And his sensei knew what the ring would do?

Heero narrowed his eyes, looking more closely to Wufei, and Wufei could swear she saw amusement in that gaze. It could not be the case however, Heero Yuy was not amused, such a thing was impossible. "Chang, your voice sounds odd."

Duo was staring at Wufei's chest suspiciously, then looked up to her face, raising an eyebrow. "Wufei, why is it you have something in the front of your shirt?"

Quatre looked closely at Wufei once then started giggling, finally comprehending what was different about Wufei. "We'll figure out how to fix it."

Duo reached forward and did the unthinkable; he poked Wufei in the chest. Wufei's eyes widened, then Duo found himself sprawled over the floor in pain as Wufei backhanded him. "Do not touch me like that!" Wufei glared down at Duo, who was stunned by the suddenness of the attack. Usually Wufei didn't try to hurt him.

Duo then took in the fact that Wufei was acting like he touched somewhere more personal than he had. "Wu-man? Erm... Why are you... Cushy?"

Flushing pink as he looked to the other pilots, she saw a slow grin forming on Heero's face, the expression alone enough to startle the embarrassed pilot. "Wufei got turned into a woman." Heero's voice didn't show what his mischievous expression did.

Quatre's giggles got louder as he spotted the look on Duo's face as he realized he poked Wufei in the breast. "Wufei, we'll help you fix this if we can." His words came out a little wobbly as his giggles cut into his words, but he managed to make himself clear, even as he shook his head, trying to contain the giggles.

"Wu-man is now Fei-chick?" Having snapped out of his stupor, Duo bounded to his feet, studying the glaring pilot more closely than was needed, even going so far as to look down his shirt. Wufei smacked at Duo.

"Yes I am now an Onna, do not dare further press me!" Wufei took the moment of stunned silence to escape the room, giggles and laughter following her out.

It had been a week. She'd contacted her sensei and all she got for her efforts was that she'd just have to take the ring off if she wanted to be male again. Apparently she'd done something to displease the man and was now being the butt of a cruel joke. She hadn't been sent on any missions since the ring came into her possession. She just *knew* that this was some misbegotten notion of a lesson. Perhaps he was going to use this to enforce the idea of patience on her? Maybe even the ring was intended to make her even better at infiltration!

Wufei sighed, pawing through her closet with a grimace. Peering around her room as though in fear of being caught, Wufei pulled a shimmery bundle of white and gold cloth out. Giving another cautious look to her doorway, she shook the cloth out. None of the other pilots knew about this little... Habit of hers. Looking down at her now feminine body, Wufei winced. She never wanted to actually be an Onna! Looking at the dress she held in her hands, Wufei sighed a little. She then grinned. They thought she would fall apart over this. She was sure of it. Then again, she hadn't left her rooms for an entire week and had always expressed her dislike of the female though processes. She wasn't born an Onna, so such things wouldn't hinder her. That didn't mean that she couldn't take advantage of the situation to get revenge for the comments she knew the other pilots didn't think she heard.

Stripping away what she had slept in, Wufei dug into the bag to pull out a pair of sandals, thanking Nataku that though she was an Onna, not much about her changed. Thus, everything still fit to a certain degree. Slipping into a set of lingerie she had gotten a hold of a few days before, it wasn't anything fancy, merely functional. Even if it was white lace. Ignoring the fact that she was even wearing the new undergarments entirely, Wufei pulled the dress over her head, settling the swirling skirt down over her hips. Reaching back, she fastened the oriental top of the dress, having been pleased to find the unique dress, with its modest oriental buttoned top and the swirl of loose fabric around her legs. It was all different layers of silk. Nodding to herself as she saw how the material lay on her, Wufei grinned evilly. They wanted to tease her over their predicament did they? Well, then she would just have to see how far she could push her teammates.

Moving to a mirror Wufei brushed her hair out, considering her face for a long moment. Wufei left the black waves free, then moved back to her bag, pulling out some clear lip balm. She'd gotten it for practical reasons while at one of Quatre's estates. Now though, she could put the shiny substance to a more devious use. Dipping a finger into the cherry flavored balm, Wufei moved back to the mirror, rubbing it over her lips to give them just a slight bit more sheen than she normally would allow. Just because she chose to yell at Maxwell and ignore the other's did not mean she didn't have any idea how appealing she was. It simply hadn't occurred to her before that morning that her recent... Changes, might make things ever so interesting.

They never had a chance.