kei_fic_diginibunoichi6

    Mimi and Sora giggled as Taichi turned, if it were possible, redder than before. "Why yes," Mimi replied, "but don't ask us where we got it, because it's a secret!" She giggled again. Taichi gave a heart-felt groan. By the time she'd turned back to Yamato, the blonde had already gotten up, carrying his rice bowl to the sink, so it was impossible to see his face. Sighing, she took a seat at the table and began to dig in. Sora swapped her hand as she reached for a spring roll. "Not with your hand, Tai-chan!" she scolded, "Use your chopsticks, for crying out loud!"
     Taichi's lower lip began quivering, "But... but... I"ve always eaten with my hands!" Sora sweatdropped, "And that's something you're PROUD of?" she asked pointedly, "You're a girl now, so act like one!" This was the last straw for poor Taichi, "I'm not a GIIRRLLLLL!!" she wailed, and ran sobbing out the room. Obviously, Taichi was far more sensitive as a girl and couldn't stand what was happening to her.
     Sora looked contrite, "I didn't know Taichi felt that strongly about turning into a girl." She got up, "I'm going to go apologize." Yamato stopped her with a shake of his head. "Sora, I think it'd be best if Taichi changed back to a boy first and out of those clothes. Being dressed up as a girl didn't seem to sit too well with him." He smiled at the worried girl. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure he's fine. I'll go bring some hot water to him and talk to him." He grabbed a pot of hot water and went to look for the other boy.
     It wasn't hard to find Taichi, since the tour guide's cottage was only so big. Taichi was sitting in one of the bedrooms, sniffing pitifully to herself and more subdued since last he'd seen her. Without preamble, Yamato poured the hot water over her.
     "EEEOOOOWWW!!!!" The feminine shriek quickly turned into a boyish yell. Taichi glared at Yamato from where he was sitting on the bed. "Next time, use warm water!" he snapped irritably. Yamato smothered a laugh at the state his friend was in. "You might want to change out of those clothes first." He pointed.
     Taichi jumped when he realized he was still in a skirt. "OH GOD, I'M IN DRAG!!" Quickly he flung the offending items of clothing off, and dressed in his normal attire of yellow and blue shirts, and brown shorts. Heaving a sigh of relief, he went over to the only mirror in the room and began wiping make-up off his face with disgust. Amused, Yamato watched his friend swiping at his face viciously, muttering curses under his breath all the while. When he was done, he looked semi normal again, except for his eyebrows, which will stay permanently fine and arched. "Taichi..." Yamato started to mention the eyebrows, then changed his mind. It didn't look that horrible, after all, merely made Taichi look more feminine than he really was.
     Taichi snatched the hairpin from his head and ran a hand through his hair, then faced Yamato, "Well? Do I look ok now?" he demanded. Yamato blinked and mentally made a tally. Clothing, check. Make up, taken care of. Body, definitely check. But there was something else was wrong with the picture...
     "Taichi! You're still wearing perfume!"
     "What?! Eewww!" Taichi immediately scrubbed his face and neck with a wet towel. "There, done." No longer emotionally precarious as he was in the female body, Taichi headed out to the dining room, with Yamato close on his heels.