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Glass	By : rhawkins Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor do I profit from this story.. Tite Kubo owns all characters, I own my original character and this plot.

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This chapter is dedicated to Youkai Lady; My very first reviewer. Arigatou Gozaimasu! I also want to add, that there will be different points of view in this story.

I did a double post, you may need to go back one. :)
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Chapter 4
I Am She And She Is Me

A loud beeping pulled her from her dreams and she slammed her hand over the alarm clock. Groaning and stretching, she rose out of bed and walked tiredly to the bathroom. Before falling asleep, she remembered coming to the conclusion that today would probably be the last day she remained in Soul Society. The thought of actually living in the Hollows den didn’t sit well…but what’s the point in complaining? She didn’t have a choice. Sighing, she turned the knob in the shower to scalding and stepped in, enjoying the rising steam. As she washed, it became increasingly obvious that she had lumps of lard protruding from her body. Looking down, she pinched a rosy nipple and watched as it hardened. Small and upturned, they seemed to her, to only be a hindrance. Further down was a triangular patch of dark hair. Not nearly as thick as some of the girls in the dorm though. Soft and light, she knew some of the other girls shaved theirs off but they were always complaining about it being itchy and uncomfortable. The thought never once crossed her mind. The look of a shaved female only seemed to decrease their femininity. There were only a few things she, as a woman, indulged herself in, once was to never alter her body’s appearance, and two, showers! Smiling she finished up and stepped out. If she could, she would always be surrounded by water. As it was, she took two showers a day. She pulled a towel over her face and wrapped it around her. As she reached for the door, however, someone opened it. Immediately, she thought of Gin and yelled, but it wasn’t Gin who entered. It was one of the older roommates, Lysa.

“Hey! I’m still in here!” She cried. Lysa paid no mind and stripped, pulling her brown hair up and stepping into the shower. Haelyn tried to avoid contact but as Lysa stepped over the tub, her arm hit Haelyns. Still, she seemed not to notice. Haelyn stood confused for a moment before reaching out and watching as her fingers disappeared into Lysas arm.

“Im invisible!”

So this was how it going to be. They would forget about her. Her chest tightened. She would no longer exist in this world. She wondered how far Aizen had gone. Had their memories been erased? She shook her head and walked over before the mirror, hearing Lysa start the water. Haelyn took a brush and combed through her hair, wrapping into a bun behind her head. It was then that a strange sound emanated from the shower. Turning, Haelyn walked over to the tub, her brows furrowed. The noise came again, quieter. ‘She couldn’t be…’ Pulling the curtain back slightly, she stared in awe. Lysa was leaning against the wall, her head back, with one hand over her large breast and the other hidden beneath thick curls. Lysa was much older, and held a very womanly figure. Thick thighs and dark skin, she looked very mature. A burning grew in Haelyns chest; jealousy. She would never look like that. She had never held a womans figure. Even though she was young, she seemed to be growing into a tall, skinny girl with flat hair. She wondered if she would ever be as alluring as Lysa. She watched on as Lysa quickened her pace, pressing and rubbing, faster and faster. Her tongue darted across her lips as she pressed them together, with a quick twitch and a curling of her toes, she reached her peak and collapsed against the wall, panting heavily. Blushing, Haelyn closed the curtain and ran from the bathroom. That was the power of being a woman; The glory of the incredible height of pleasure that only a woman could feel. She had heard that a mans peak was much less powerful and went away quickly. She had also heard that a womans pleasure would vibrate inside of her for nearly an hour. This all proved true awhile later when Lysa emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks flushed and her body aglow. These new feminine feelings festered within Haelyn for a very long while as the other girls rose from their beds and prepared for school. All the while, Haelyn sat, unnoticed on her bed, staring at her thin thighs, small breasts and flat stomach. Not womanly at all. Not having dressed, she was quite a sight when Gin appeared once more at the window. She seemed lost in thought and he grinned wider as his continued presence remained unnoticed.

“Na-Mi-Ro-Chan!” he sang. Causing her to jump, her blue eyes wide with shock.

“Damn you, Gin!” She screamed as she scrambled for her clothes.

“ Are ya always gunna be naked when I show up? Cause if I didn’t have orders, Id be nailin ya right now.” He said sarcastically and laughed when a pillow was thrown into his face.

“Shut up and don’t talk like that. It’s gross!” Haelyn turned and pulled a shirt over her head and shorts over her legs.

“Like what?” Gin said, tossing the pillow away, “ Like what, Miro? Dirty? You don’t like dirty talk?” Blushing uncharacteristically, she ignored him and grabbed a bag of personal things, fully prepared to leave everything behind. Seeing as she was ready, Gin opened the Garganta and she followed as they once again traveled through the void.

“So, have you figured out a name yet?” Gin suddenly asked.

“A name for what?” she asked, confused.

“ For you. Aizen Taicho had to erase you. So you died. Falsified documents to say you died years ago and I’ve been up all night warpin the memories of all your friends.” She listened on in silence. The idea had of course, crossed her mind. She didn’t think she’d need to change her name though. Perhaps it was some kind of psychological trap—

“You need to talk while you think.” Gin stopped ahead of her, and turned, his grin gone, “The more you stay silent, the more obvious it becomes that you are thinking. That’s why you’re here; You’re too smart. Talk while you think, or don’t think until you’re alone. Got it?” Startled, she nodded and watched as he lifted his grin and turned once more, walking ahead of her. She followed, not stopping a beat she decided on a name. A secret passion of hers, a little piece of her, no one would ever know. She sighed heavily and took firmer steps. She would be very careful, and as creepy as Gin was, she had the feeling he was trying to help her. Behind that, she wondered, if his name had been changed as well. It was a rather strange name…

They reached the end and stepped through, directly into a large white room.

“This is your room.” He said cheerily. She looked around; a baron living room with two large couches, a table between them, two doors on the far wall that lead to a simple bedroom and the other; a large bathroom. She huffed and sat on the couch. Gin turned and went into the bedroom, coming back with a white outfit. He tossed it over to her and she caught it. It was white hakama with a sleevless shirt that had a low cut and virtually no back. Slightly disturbed by the somewhat skimpy garb, she frowned. She had a feeling she didn’t have a choice.

“Trust me, that’s the most clothes a girl can ever wear around here. You’ll see that soon enough.” Gin interjected. He was right, she remembered seeing two girls the last time she was here. One had a short dress that defied the law of gravity by somehow staying up to barely cover her ample chest, the other had pants but an extremely low jacket with her cleavage gleaming prominently. She would accept this backless outfit over bringing attention to her small breasts. She nodded. Gin raised an eyebrow expectedly.

“What?” she questioned.

“Well, aren’t you gunna change? You can’t walk these halls dressed like that.” He nodded to her shorts and tank top. she frowned.

“Leave.” she demanded. He grinned and sat on the other couch.

“Can’t. I’ve been ordered to stay with you until you become…accustomed.”

“Fine.” She said, heading for the bedroom. Gin reached around and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

“Nope. Gotta change right here. Gotta make sure you don’t hid anything. ‘Sides, Ive seen you plenty.” His grin grew and she looked at him, exhausted. He had a point, but she had a feeling he was lying. Tired already of the day’s events, she huffed and threw the clothes over the couch. Gin hopped around happily, resting his head on the back of the couch, humming to himself softly. He watched as she blushed and removed her shoes and socks first. He had been ordered to pay very close attention to every little detail about her and report back to Aizen. An order was an order, but he rather enjoyed this one. He was okay being the villain. Aizen had become upset when she had targeted him as the bad guy, that would not do, for his plans. So Gin was to be the one to make her uncomfortable, probe her with energy and figure her out. She was far too attentive. She turned and lifted her shirt, he watched as the muscles of her back flexed and moved, her skin was pale and the darkness of her hair contrasted this trait perfectly. She slipped the shirt over her head and very quickly removed her shorts, wearing black panties. Gin tilted his head; she had a shapely backside and a cute little birthmark just above her right cheek that resembled a star. She pulled the hakama on and tied them tightly around her hips. Releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, he smiled. The outfit was modest but the back showed the truth of what lay beneath. She put the shoes on over the black socks and brushed herself off. It was eerie how well she looked in the arrancar outfit. It fit her perfectly. Still a budding woman, he wondered what the outfit would look like on her as she filled out and grew. He swallowed and stood as she finished.

“You will be meeting with Aizen Taicho shortly. He will explain your routine, after that, you’re on your own.” He explained. She nodded and fidgeted, “ An espada will come to escort you, I’ll be leaving now.” He smirked and headed to the door. She stood unmoving, watching him until he closed the door. The echo that resounded sounded like a jail cell. She sat down at the couch and lost herself in her thoughts, waiting for the espada.

Gin made his way down the hall quickly, already expert at maneuvering the massive castle. Before the large twin doors, he hesitated and waited for them to open. When they did, the pink haired scientist Szayel Apollo Grantz, stumbled through, walking quickly away from the massive spirit energy. Gin stepped through, and walked over the chair among the balcony.

“Well, Gin. What did you discover?” Aizen asked him. Gin thought of her manicured nails, her perfectly cared for feet, lotioned legs, recently trimmed hair, the light pink blush that ran over her cheeks, and the little birthmark. In those little things, it became obvious that she enjoyed being a woman. Enjoyed caring for herself, but was very reluctant to let others know this, preferring to wear a tough girl appearance. Stripped and naked before him, that façade fell.

“She is a woman, m’ lord.” He said. Aizen knew the depth of what he said. She would be easy to manipulate. Easy to control. Women had so many little feelings…he was a master at abusing each and every one of those.

“Have Ulquiorra bring her to me. Your involvement is no longer directly required. Keep watch of Ulquiorra and interject when necessary.” Aizen said shortly.

“Yes, Aizen Taicho.”

Gin turned and left, fetching the green eyed espada. He wondered solemnly how many more lives would be ruined before he could achieve his goal. He thought of strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes…Haelyn would just be another victim. Nothing more. He had his goals and it didn’t matter how many got hurt. He would avenge his beloved, no matter how long it took. He would distance himself from Haelyn. She shook his cold heart. Made him doubt his resolve. He thought of that star birthmark and sorrow pulled at him, clawing at his carefully guarded heart. He would need to hurry his plan. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to save them both.

Strawberry blonde shifted to silvery black.

He would save them both.
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