"No! You can't fucking make me!" Adain hissed as he tried to tug his wrist free from Talon's iron grip. His traitor of a best friend had taken him to the mall against his will. And, out of all the shops lining the mall, he was being dragged to Shearings first. Talon asked the worst of him...to shop for feminine undergarments.

Aid sighed with relief when he was released into the sportswear section of the store. At the same time, the blond searched for a female employee for assistance. "Fucking Talon and his stubbornness," He grumbled to himself as he picked up a sports bra and began to tug on the stretchy material. One of his eyebrows rose. The material seemed like it would be comfortable to wear but sturdy enough to hold his...breasts...in place. He was about to holler at Talon to show him when he saw him talking with a pretty employee. Girls had always flocked around Talon after he hit puberty, but for some reason, the redhead his friend was talking to drew forth a surge of anger from Adain. He stomped his way over to the two, sports bra still in hand, when Talon's light brown eyes met his.

"There she is," Talon said in a condescending tone. Adain didn't like the sound of it one bit.

"Ah, so this is your little sister!" The redheaded employee cooed.

Wait, sister? What sister? Adain looked behind him in confusion, as if he could somehow find the "sister" mentioned. "Sister?"

"Hee hee, I see she has quite a sense of humor," The employee giggled. "Of course we mean you, silly. Come with me..."

What had occurred afterward was simply too horrible to describe. Adain, for lack of a better word, felt violated. The redhead had stripped him down and measured him in places he never wanted to measure again. And, though Aid glared viciously at Talon during the entire drive back, they gathered plenty of fitted undergarments and clothes for Adain's female body.

"I'm just as upset as you are, Aid, believe me," Talon explained. "But, we should always be prepared."

Somewhere deep down, Adain realized that Talon was right. But that didn't mean that he had to like it. Shit, at least he managed to convince the redhead to steer clear away from skirts and dresses. As Tal drove downhill toward their apartment, he could see the sun beginning to set in the distance. When he was a kid, his father told him that his mother's favorite time was sunset. Dad said she would go out of her way to see or photograph the sun setting wherever they went. For Adain, that evening became the most precious sunset of his life...because, as soon as half of the sun drifted below the horizon, Aid felt his body shift back to normal.

"OW! Son of a bitch!" He keened like a wounded animal when his package slammed against the middle seam of his pants. Whose bright idea was it to use a belt again? Through clenched teeth, he continued. "But, at the same time, thank God!"

"Are you o...kay-" Talon's words died in his mouth when he saw that Adain's body had finally returned to normal. Well, almost back to normal. Adain's hair became jet black again, but as if it were some twisted souvenir, it remained the same length that it had been while Aid suffered the cursed female form. "Why are things never simple when it comes to you?"