Chapter Nine - Drama Begins! Pt. 2 RANKA FUJIOKA!

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"So where are you taking me?" I asked Kanji as she skipped down the streets. The little pinkie had told me to drop my stuff off at my house because we were gonna go somewhere else.

"I already told you. Weren't you listening? I'm taking you to my friend to master the art of becoming a professional transvestite! My friend will surely whip you into shape!"

"Wait," I stopped Kanji. "You're taking me to your cross dressing friend. Why?"

"To help with the art of cross dressing. You obviously haven't mastered it yet. To be honest, you still look boyish. Plus, that style totally isn't you. My friend will make you really cute."

"Are you trying to say something?"

"There you go! First step to acting like a woman."

I sighed and looked around the neighborhood. Little homes surrounded us, most looking like apartment buildings. I guessed that this friend of Kanji's was a tenant of one of these buildings. The area itself was nice, with trees here and there. Kanji soon enough stopped in front of a specific building. We walked up the steps to apartment 13, and rung the doorbell. I looked down at the little pinkie, and frowned. She seriously didn't look like a high schooler. She looked like she was seven or eight years old. "What're you looking at?" she exclaimed. "Is there something on my face?"

I sighed and shook my head. Definitely a little kid.

I felt a bit shady about hanging with a kid who had trannies for friends. Not only that, but she owed a favor to Chou-san...a force to be reckoned with. I put my hand on my pocket and felt the comfort of pepper spray on my cool fingertips.

When the door opened, a girl stood there, looking at us. She had short brown hair, and had big, big brown eyes. The girl wore a girly pink shirt, and a pair of jeans shorts, sporting no shoes. "Can I help you?" she asked us.

Kanji just smiled cheekily at the girl.

"We're here for Ranka. Is he home?"

"No," the girl told us. "But if you want, you can wait inside. He'll be here soon."

Kanji nodded and proceeded in, tossing off her shoes. I shrugged, did the same, and then bowed thank you to the pretty girl. The girl lead us inside of her apartment. It was pretty small, but decently sized. My apartment was slightly bigger, but that's because we had a storage room. There were pictures on the wall of the girl, from when she was a child, up until now. It seemed to be she had long hair, but then cut it? I don't know, but it made her boyishly cute.

"So what's your name?" I asked the girl.

"Haruhi Fujioka. I'm a first year at Ouran Academy." Wait, she went to my school?

"I go to Ouran too," I said, forcing a grin at her. "Are you in clubs? I'm in... Drama."

"I'm in one. The Host Club."

The Host Club? What the hell is that?

Before I could ask, someone burst through the door. "Haruhi! I'm home!" I turned around so fast I felt myself get whiplash. It was a tall woman, with long, stylish red hair, and pretty amber eyes. She was dressed in what I assumed was work wear, and a purse hung over her shoulder.

"Oh, hi dad."

My jaw hit the floor.

This...person was her DAD?

"Hello Ranka!" Kanji called out.

"Kanji! How nice of you to stop by!" Ranka stopped smiling and then looks at me, sparkles in his eyes. "A fellow trannie! How pretty you are!" Ranka grabbed my cheeks, and lifted me up. He hugged me tightly.

"You're almost as pretty as my dearest daughter Haruhi," he smiled, when he dropped me and I hit the floor.

"So what are you here for?" he asked Kanji. She just fluttered her lashes.

"We're here for that one," she said pointing at me. "He needs your help. He needs to master the art of being a woman, but unfortunately, as you see, he's pretty an amateur."

"I see what you mean," Ranka murmured. "I saw right through him the minute I saw him. Although his legs and arms are smooth..." I felt uncomfortable as the duo looked me over, Haruhi, my last comfort, long gone. Lucky her.

"So can you help us?" Kanji asked.

"Can I help you?" Ranka repeated. "Of course, but it'll cost you big time."

"Prada bag, imported from America?"

"Deal!"

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And that was how I ended up at the mall. Ranka and Kanji followed closely by me, trying to scope out a good store for me start at. Like Ranka had said, "The first step to becoming a woman, is making your own inner style!"

Unfortunately, I had no idea what my inner style was. I was being forced against my will here.

"Try here!" Ranka called us over to a random story called, ironically, Model de Vogue.

When I walked in, I was hit by strong perfume. It was sweet, but also overbearing for someone like me. I instantly sneezed, when Ranka rolled his eyes. "It smells worse in a trannie bar. Trust me." Then he grabbed my arm and pointed at a rack of dresses.

"Look at all these dresses," he said softly. "All are pieces of women, some meant to seduce, others meant to make you feel pretty. Pick one that makes you feel your inner woman. When you feel goosebumps, that's the one you want." Of course, I looked through that rack for a good five minutes when I stepped over a vent and goosebumps racked my arms.

Whatever I was holding was instantly snatched out of my hands, and Kanji winked. "Ranka never said how you got the goosebumps, just that you get them."

I had to the same thing with makeup kits, hair extensions, and shoes.

"You know, it's lucky you have such dainty feet, other wise you'd never be able to wear heels," Ranka commented. "Finding ones for me is hell."

Over the past hour I had spent with Ranka, everything seemed to be hell to him. Finding the right outfit, putting on the right amount of makeup, getting the right shoes. He seemed like a very over dramatic guy, but it wasn't as if I couldn't stand him. He was actually really fun to go shopping with.

"I wish my daughter would go shopping with me," he moaned. "Oh well, I'll just have to make due with you. Anyway, it's time, Connor!"

"Time for what?" I queried. My palms began to sweat. My eyes flickered and I though I could just make out the silhouette of a certain pink haired female...

"Time for you to pick your stage name. Preferably one that starts with your first letter of your first name. Makes it easier to remember. For example, my real name is Ryoji, but my stage name is Ranka."

Stage name, huh?

I looked around the store for ideas, until I saw a woman. She wasn't anything special, but on her shirt, it said California. I visited California one time with my family. It was horrible. To this day, I still hate the beach. But, maybe I could use that as my name. California? No, too foreign.

How about..."Callie!"

"Callie!" Ranka brandished. "What a cute name for a little cutie!"

He squished my cheeks and looked deep into my eyes. "Oh, I just want you to be my second older daughter! Could you? Please? I promise you will live your younger sister Haruhi!"

"Uh..." I stuttered, when Kanji cut him off.

"Ranka, it's about time for us to take our leave. But thanks so much for your help."

"Yeah, thanks Ranka."

"No problem Kanji, Callie. And by the way, call me dad!"

I smiled, despite myself and walked out of Model de Vogue wearing my new clothes and extensions. Instead of having ultra long hair, it was shirt and curly, and reached my shoulders. My outfit was a girly, pink top, with a matching skirt, and mini heels, which hurt my feet more than flats! To be honest, I felt extremely cute, and it felt weird. What kind of guy wanted to be cute like a girl. Yet, when I looked in the mirror, I felt myself wanting to giggle and twirl. Was I becoming swept away from my manliness? - not that there was much in the first place.

I was broken out of my reverie by Kanji's voice. "You surprisingly handled that better than most women. You might just be a really good woman. Although you'll never be as cute as me."

"O'REALLY?" 凸(⊙▂⊙✖ )

I quickly grabbed Kanji in a headlock, and noogied the shit out of her pink hair.

"Feel the burn pinkie!" I shouted, earning some strange looks from random customers in the parking lot.

"Connor! Let me go!"

"I'm SERIOUS!"

"As the Drama Club president I demand you let me go YOU OAF!"

"CONNOOOOOOORRRRR!"

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