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Empire Records; Wedneday [ 02/14 ], evening shift.

Leave it to Chad to still come into work, despite really not feeling himself at the moment.

He was starting to understand why Rikku was so bouncy. While he certainly didn't have a clue why he was still stuck looking and sounding like Rikku, or even why he had become Rikku in the first place, he was really marvelling a little at her form from an inside perspective. He just felt...so light and little, and not big and awkward and, heck, if he was like this all the time, he'd bounce as much as she did, too. It was actually a little fun. He actually had to reach to get things from tall shelves and could lean against the counter without it creaking at him angrily.

And, really, that was just the beginning of the things about being Rikku that Chad could appriciate. But he didn't want to think too much about some of the others; those could get him in a lot of trouble on several levels.

Chad was also finding as many CDs as he could by female singers to play today in celebration of the new form.

He'd worry about the hows and why and ways to get back to being Chad-Chad and not Rikku-Chad later.

[[ empire's open! Rikku!Form obtained with permission and will be here until Teddy come in and explains how this whole crazy thing happened. I've got to disappear for the class of DOOM for probably three long hours, and will catch any pings after that ]]

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The Gomez Brothers had an engagement, and showed up precisely as requested. They looked around and frowned, not seeing a fellow countryman anywhere.

Chad blinked at the mariachi band that had just entered the shop. You've got to be kidding...

But he did have a sudden urge to have his mariachi jacket, even if it would be ridiculously huge on his Rikku body.

...Actually, it could be really cute on his Rikku body.

"Uh, hey," he said, his usual grunt unusually bubbly.

"Good evening, senorita. We are looking for a Chad Sado?" Martin said hopefully. "We have been engaged to serenade him!" Andreas and Larry nodded proudly, and Pablo smiled and played a skirl on his trumpet.

"Actually," lifting his chin, Chad pushed a stray strand of blonde hair out of his eyes, smirking slightly. "It's Yasutora Sado. Long story. But, that's me. Um, well, I'm Chad, but I'm not myself right now....Also a long story."

He did wish he'd brought his guitar with him, then maybe they'd let him play along!

Martin gave Chad a dubious look, and Andreas, Pablo and Joe looked confused. Larry looked interested and perky. Poor Larry.

"I see... well, no, I do not, but! It is not important!" Martin waved gender and identity confusion away. "A song, for you!"

Martin took up his guitar, nodded to the others, and gestured-- and on the downbeat, they began to sing:

Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly
How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzzi?
And how much did you spend on your black leather Jacket?
Is it you or you parents in this income tax bracket?

Now tickets to concerts, and drinking at clubs
Sometimes for music that you haven't even herd of

And how much did you pay for your rock and roll T-shrit,
That proves you were there, that you heard of them first?

Now, how do you afford your rock 'n' roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock 'n' roll lifestyle?
How do you afford your rock 'n' roll lifestyle?
Oh, tell me.
Oh yeah, alright.
Alright.
ah yeah
alright oh!

Not exactly romantic. But Martin thought it was appropriate for the venue, and didn't think "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" would work very well.

La la laaa!

"Short Skirt, Long Jacket" was so overhyped, anyway.

Chad was a pretty girl, being serenated by Cake performed by a mariachi band.

He was the luckiest girl in Empire.

"That," he assessed, "was awesome." And gave the Gomez brothers a thumbs up. Which was insanely cute as Rikku.

The Brothers beamed at him-- her, rather-- and Larry took a step forward. Pablo and Andreas were ready, and snagged the back of his jacket. "No hitting on clients," Joe mumbled as they tugged him back into line.

"Thank you, senorita! Would you like another request?" Martin asked hopefully. "Something for your special young man?"

Chad's shoulders straightened a little, and his head tilted, a move he found ended up interestingly bouncy. All sorts of unexpected bounces occured when you were small and had boobs... "Special young man?" he asked. "That who sent you guys?"

"Si, of course, Teddy, the nice young man at Sparky's. He was kind enough to give us directions this morning, when we were-- unaccountably diverted--"

Larry and Pablo both decided to glare at Martin at this point. Joe and Andreas rolled their eyes.

"--and directed us to the Clinic, for our earlier engagement. He asked us to stop by here tonight for Chad. Only he said you were Mexican." Martin frowned. "Which you may be, but he also said you were male..." The frown became more puzzled. "But! We do not judge. It is fine."

All four mariachis behind him nodded philosophically.

"Perhaps something by Nikki Savage? Or Dirk Hopeless?"

Now, why did those names sound so familiar?

Chad nodded, thinking it best that maybe the mariachi's were better off just thinking he was a crossdressing Mexican with a nice rack who didn't really look Mexican. If he wanted to play with them, he could convince them that it was a great gimmick. "Sure."

The Gomez Brother broke into "Punk Means Cuddle", and Chad might realize this is a song that Zero occasionally uses as a warm-up at practice.

After finishing it up, they bowed. "Thank you for listening, Mr. or Miss Chad. And a very happy Valentine's Day!"

It did seem familiar, but Chad wasn't quite sure why.

He applauded when they finished. With bouncing. THe bouncing just seemed an after effect to being so little and easily bounced.

"Muchos gracias," he nodded.

Larry looked *very* wistful, but his cousins pulled him out before he could say something stupid. "Buenos noches!" they called over their shoulders, then started playing Enrique Iglesias as they went out the door.

Teddy opened the door to the store hesitantly, peeking around for the Chad's large frame. Maybe the voice on the phone was just to get him here for a surprise.

"Chad?"

Chad was jumping up a little, trying to reach where he usually kept some of his things, but discovering it to be a difficult reach in his current state.

Then Teddy came in and he stopped, turning toward him, a small grin sliding onto his pretty Rikku face. His chin lifted in greeting. "Hey, Ted."

And now, in case Teddy didn't notice. "I'm Rikku today."

What usually sounded so stoic and manly actually came out a little brightly. It was so...surreal to hear himself sound that way.

Teddy stared. Then he stared some more. And after he was done staring, he decided to do something different and stared with his mouth open in shook.

"What the hell happened?"

"I dunno," Chad admitted. "I went to cheerleading an' next thing I know..." He was thinking boobs, decided against saying it, and just held out his arms a little.

"I think I was Annette an' Pippi for a bit, too. But didn't notice until I got to Rikku."

He wondered if he would have gone through the whole cheerleading squad if he hadn't noticed.

"But, how?!" Teddy asked, circling the much shorter and bustier Chad. "I mean, super posers don't just pop up out of nowhere! Were you bitten by something or fall into a strange puddle or... or..."

And that was the point where Teddy's geeky little brain supplied the instance with those cows and the Fantastic Four.

"Oh crap."

"There was a lotta candy," Chad's pretty blonde head tilted, "but I wasn't the only one who had some, an'..."

A worried look crossed his Rikku face. "Oh crap what?"

"Oh God."

Teddy buried his face in his hands. This was not happening. It just wasn't.

"I, um, I might know why you turned into Rikku."

And Teddy would have preferred the radioactive waste theory of this.

That blonde strand of hair was in his face again; Chad idly blew it away. Because he could and it probably looked cute, but it was kind of saddening that Teddy probably couldn't truly appriciate his cuteness right now.

"Why?"

Teddy was too focused on his boyfriend having boobs to notice how cute him as a small, bouncy girl was.

"Is there somewhere we can sit?"

Chad nodded; there would have normally been a grunt there, but Rikku's vocal chords couldn't make that sound as easily. Then Chad promptly bounced (yes, bounced; he was enjoying the freedom that this light, tiny, not-clunky body offered him while he could) to find two chairs from the crew room and drag them over.

Which proved more difficult that he expected, because, yeah. Dragging chairs as Rikku was different than dragging chairs as Chad. BUt he did discover that even cute girls could feel awkward too.

Teddy helped with the chairs, offering Chad one before taking his own seat.

"So, um, back home there are these super heroes called the Fantastic Four..." He started.

Sitting like this was...interesting. Chad had to shift a few times before he got himself comfortable, which was, ultimately, a very Chad like and very unladylike sort of position with his legs spread, elbows to knees as he leaned forward.

Good thing Rikku wasn't wearing a skirt.

"Uh-huh..."

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