"Hey, uhm, Viktor?"

"Yeah Yuuri?"

"Why are we girls?"

Viktor, patted his frame, his chest, and stroked his hair, which was now styled like more of an asymmetrical bob.

"That is a damn good question."

"Well, at least you got curves."

It was true, I was a full on DD cup and had the curves of a goddess. Viktor had a chic hourglass figure with all the right proportions.

We stared at each other until Viktor smiled widely and rushed over to hug me tightly.

"Yuuri, we're girls!"

"How can I not understand that we just woke up as girls Viktor?"

"You don't understand that we can take advantage of this!" He, well, she says.

"Think of all the shit we get to do right now, we can buy female clothes, swimsuits."

"That's true."

"Talk to girls without people thinking that we're trying to get dates!"

"Viktor-" I held up my right hand.

"We're lesbians."

Viktor went blank faced and I just giggled.

"Can you call me Viktoria for now?" She requests.

"Sure."

"Wait, what's a girl name that starts with Y?" I ask "I don't wanna be without a name."

"Yuli."

"Why do you know that off the top of your head?"

"Remember, we were looking up names for the baby we were gonna adopt and I wanna name her Yuli."

"We already decided that we were naming her Historia."

Viktor went blank faced again, this time going to sulk on the couch.

"Why can't I remember anything?"

"Cause' you're my forgetful fiancee."I say, pecking her cheek.

"Thanks babe." She says.

"Now, to cheer you up-"

"Are we going shopping?"

"Yep."

Viktoria ran out the room, grabbing her new purse and phone. I looked on the counter.

She was about to forget her wallet again.

You don't wanna know what happens when Viktoria forgets her wallet and we have to pay for food, or buy clothes, or get tickets.

Yeah it's not good.

I sigh and pick it up, following her out.

♢~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♢

"Okay, what to get..."

"Viktoria why'd you start out in the lingerie section?"

"I wanna look just as good female as I do male."

"But no one's gonna see the lingerie."

She smirked. "Think again sweetie."

I put my face in my hands a blushed like a madman, she just rubbed the lacy red fabric before putting it in the bags, getting a sheer black pair for me.

"Like you said-"

"We're lesbians, and we can fuck." She asserts.

"Just not in the traditional ways."

"For example, we'd have to use-"

I kiss her to shut her up, did she want me to turn into a fucking tomato? She probably did honestly.

"What was that for?"

"To shut you up because I love you."

"You didn't wanna blush too much, did you?"

"No..." I was an open book to her.

"But it's so cute seeing you get flustured!" She teases.

"I know you love and like me being embarrassed, but for today, I want you try your hardest not to tease me, okay?" I say.

"Hmm...okay...but we could always go to the sleepwear section and let me compare your breasts to the biggest bra there." She says without the slightest hesitation.

I buried my head in her purse.

"You're too good at that."

"What was that?"

"Nothing..." I say, taking my face out of her bag.

"Shouldn't we get pads?" I ask.

"Why would we-" She starts.

"Nevermind."

"We actually don't know how long we're gonna be women, and nearly all women get periods so..."

"To the other side of the mall!" She says, running with the shopping bags.

"HOE MY GOD VIKTORIA!" I shout "THIS AIN'T A RACE HOE, AND I'M CHUBBY." I add, running after her.

I didn't care if people looked at us both weirdly, I mean, you would too if you saw a skinny platinum haired Russian woman running around with bags and a purse, along with a kinda chubby Japanese woman running and shouting after her.

I hear distant laughing from my fiancee and catch up to her, tackling her onto the floor. The shopping bags were scattered and so were our clothes.

"Gotcha bitch!"

"Alas, you got me."

"Now shut up and kiss me." She says, pulling me closer.

A/N: Should I make a Yoi book where evrything's the same except everyone is female or male? And with Otabek, or Olivia talking to Yuli about periods?

Cause honestly I'm loving the jumbled mess I just created.