Akira bid a quick good-bye to his mother, father, and sister before heading out the door of their small apartment. He took one step outside, felt the frigid weather, and went back inside to grab a coat. He only realized that it was his mother’s only when the subway was halfway to his destination. Akira gave a small sigh ran his fingers through his shaggy green locks. He needed to get a haircut...

He hoisted his backpack on as he felt the train come to a stall. The doors parted and the riders, including him exited. Resurfacing to the fresh air, he noticed that it had begun to snow. Akira extracted a scarf that his sister had packed for him “just in case”. She was the only soul in his house who actually paid attention to the weather reports. In place of his usual hearty dark green knit, he found his sister’s light pink fleece.

“Where in the world have all my clothes gone?” he muttered, obviously irritated.

Regardless, he wrapped it around his neck and the lower half of his face, preferring to be warm over his masculinity. It only took two blocks until Akira was at his destination, his new school. Ouran Academy. Even from the view of the gates, he could tell the place was grand. Grand and gigantic. He felt his pulse pick up speed. He pulled the schedule from his pocket, the fancy paper crinkled.

“First class... ah looks like it’s in that building.”

Akira ventured inside and down a long corridor. The rooms were all blending into one. They all looked the same from the outside... After five minutes he accepted that fact that he was lost. He slumped against the wall and sighed. It was the first day and he was already making a bad appearance. It was bad enough he couldn’t afford the uniform. He swallowed shyness and decided to venture into the next room and ask its inhabitants where it was he was supposed to be going.

Akira opened the door to what appeared to be a music room. Luckily for him, it had plenty of inhabitants. Only... they were all in cosplay. His expression grew slowly confused.

Sayuri was happily setting up some dishes onto the table in her elf-like fantasy attire she had come up with. The click of the door caught her off guard. It was fairly earlier for any guests to arrive. Even so, she said her usual opening, with a big smile on her face "Welcome, to the Ouran High School Hostess Club, I'm Sayuri Ito, please take-" She stopped mid sentence as she looked just at who was at the door. They looked very scrawny, with short green hair, and surprisingly no uniform. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you we're a girl. Do you need anything?" Normally the only girls who came in here we're the other hostesses. No matter, she thought. It would be rude to not show her the same respect. "If you want there is some tea over here."

Akira’s confusion multiplied. Hostess club? What the hell? Why was this girl dressed like a fairy? Tea did sound lovely, especially after the cold he had just been in. But he really needed to find his class room. Especially since painting was listed as his first subject. He doubted these weirdos would know where he wanted to go. With a nervous laugh he gave a step backwards.

“Uh, no, heh, sorry. I don’t think I’ll be needing anything from you ladies…” he muttered out.

His confusion and nervousness were causing his voice to creep up an octave. He straightened his scarf and turned around, aiming to make his way out the door. He hadn’t taken a step before one of the ladies was blocking his exit.

Yuki had fallen asleep on the sofa and woken up to see a girl? "Sayuri-chan..." Yuki said rubbing her eye sleepily "Who is this girl?" Yuki got up slowly and walked up to Akira "Whats your name?" she said widening her eyes for a cute effect and held her purple stitched up bunny tighter "I'm Yukiko Yu, you can call me Yuki." She grabbed Akira's scarf and tugged the end of it "Please take a seat and have some tea and pastries..." her eyes widened even more "I know who you are your the new student you got here on a scholarship if I am correct." Yuki said brightly "Now you must sit down with us."

Naomi's head turned away from staring boredly out the window when she heard the sound of the music room door creaking open. She quickly got into position to greet the lovely gentleman that should be arriving through that door, motioning Akemi excitedly along with her. She grinned widely--though not in a creepy sort of way, more in a 'hey, look at me, I'm alluring' sort of way. However, her grin dropped when the person who came through the door was not one of their regular male customers. Quite the contrary actually--the person was some sort of small-bodied, unfamiliar female.

It took her a few moments to try and guess where the girl looked familiar, when she snapped her fingers and pointed suddenly at the green-haired girl. "You! You're that commoner, aren't you? The new one who came here on some sort of art scholorship, right?" She grinned and laughed shortly, strolling over to the person and going behind her. "Wow, you must be really great to get into a school of such prestige like Ouran when your status is generally so low." She blocked the girl from the door and began pushing her along after Yuki and further into the room. "We don't usually get girls in here though." Naomi leaned down slightly closer and smiled mischievously over at her sister Akemi. "But we don't mind, do we, nee-chan?"

Akira looked down as a second girl approached. She looked like a kindergartener. Did she have a congenital growth hormone disease? Akira figured it would be better to ask later, if he ever saw her again that is.

“Akira. I really shouldn’t... Uh... I really shouldn’t I have to find…” he replied shakily.

Then there was another girl. From the hostess lingering behind her Akira could, tell she was a twin. He could only flush at her comment. He didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered.

Akira fondled the air in search of the door knob. It was nowhere to be found and the action had caused him to lose his balance. He swayed back in the direction that he had reached, the tried to lean forward to counteract this. Unfortunately, he leaned forward a bit too enthusiastically and found himself falling fast toward the marble floor.

Instinct overrode logic and he reached out his hands to grab for stability. Instead, he grabbed all three of the girl’s copays at once. The force of his fall brought the delicate, expensive fabric down with him, but stalled his fall. He landed with a think on his khaki clad knees, looked up to apologize, and found himself staring into pair of lacy panties rather than a face.

“I-I-I. Oh my goodness I’m so sorry!” he shrieked.

He was frozen with embarrassment and fear, red flooding into his cheeks.

Yuki's eyes widened as she started to fall she opened her eyes to realize her butt was in Akira's face "M-m-mi-MINA-CHAN!" Yuki caled as she shifted away from Akira and crying over her bruises, scraps, and the fact she had just shown her butt to this commoner. Yuki started crying harder and harder wiping her eyes every millisecond "MINA-CHAN!" She screamed even harder moving farther away from Akira thinking she was some kind of female pervert who had tried to grab one of them. "M-M-M-MMMMMMM-MINA!" Yuki screamed once more at the top of her lungs.

Akemi played with the tea set on the table, starving for some excitement to take place soon. She looked up to her sister who was equally bored as she was till she suddenly stood up. Akemi followed in her lead noting that they had a guest, she put on her best smile staning close by. But her expression turned to slight confusion, instead of the usual male guest a odd looking female stood at the door.

Naomi suddenly snapped her fingers in a eureka moment, "You! You're that commoner, aren't you?" The nwe one who came here on some sort of ar scholarship, right?"

Akemi looked back from her sister to the girl and realized she was right. "Wow I you look much more plain than I thought you would." She said in amazement. Thanks to her mother, it was common thought to think a woman would put the utmost care in her appearence and how she presented herself. But as she looked at this girl, that was not the case it seems.

Leaning down on the opposite side of the girl, Akemi smiled at her dear sister "No of course not, all guest are valued here." She returned the smile to her sister on a almost equally mischievous level.

Akemi furrowed her brow at the girls obvious lack of balance as she rocked back and forth. Busy observing the girl she felt a tug on her clothing but didn't realize anything till she was only left in her under garments. Her face burned and her eyes grew wide; embarrasment, shock and anger all brew together inside of Akemi's near exposed body. Her only instinct was to just over up her body.

"You...You...!" Akemi couldn't find any words to say but simply bit her lip and turned to her sister "N-Naomi-nee-chan..." she trailed off her voice cracking ever so slightly.

When the new-comer entered, Mina had been sitting at the end of the couch Yukiko-chan had fallen asleep on. She had her nose in a book as always. She only spared the 'girl' a glance before going back to reading. She almost missed Yukiko-chan standing but she heard her voice and looked up from her book just in time to see the twins walk over. Standing, she planned on walking over there when she saw the new-comer falling. She thought nothing of it until the Hostess' clothing came down as well as the 'girl.'

Suddenly, Mina was standing over Akira, a dark look in her eyes. She pushed Yukiko-chan behind herself lightly and glared down at the 'girl' in front of her. It seemed as if Mina was burning a hole in Akira's skull as she lifted 'her' up to her feet by the collar of her shirt.

"You and I might need to have a talk." Mina spoke in her soft voice, but the words were laced with venom.

Toshi had just came in from inspecting the sweets in the kitchen that they would be serving with tea, when she stepped back into the Hostess Club room, of course disaster had struck. Toshi sighed, "I cant leave five seconds before something drastic happens, I swear the lot of you will be the end of me", she said as she inspected the situation. A young man was on the floor surrounded by three girls with costumes destroyed. "What have I told you guys if a guest gets rowdy boot him out", she knelt down next to the young man, "Do you realize how expensive these costumes are, we have them specially made by a dress maker from France. They're all one of kind creations specially tailored to each of the girls so they fit perfectly. They were all irreplaceable very pricy", she clicked her pen in in annoyance of the situation, then pulled out her clip board and began to calculate how much the boy was going to owe.

Her pen scratched across the paper quickly and then she clicked her tongue and shook her head, "My, my very pricy indeed, you owe the hostess club approximately 6,000,000 yen (that's about 78,000 in US dollars ladies ouch!). Now if you would give me your name young man I'll start getting the paper work drawn up, oh I guess I'll have to add another 7,000 for the paper work. I hope you learned your lesson that you shouldn't come in and start being inappropriate with our girls", she said still writing on her paper.

He really was an interesting looking young man, green hair, and very feminine features, "He must get mistaken for a girl allot" she thought to herself. She looked down at him with a raised eyebrow waiting for some sort of explanation.

Naomi followed the green-haired girl along with her sister. This might be fun! she was thinking, thoughts running through her mind of things she could do and things she probably shouldn't try doing but might do anyway... There was a slight tugging at her dress, but she couldn't be bothered from her thoughts. However, the slight tugging moved into a full-forced yank and the next thing she knew a sudden breeze was blowing by and she was open and revealed. She gasped and glared almost blankly down at the girl.

She didn't really mind standing in her underwear in the open, really, especially since they were around other girls. But the others seemed to not be taking it too well. She winced as Yuki began wailing, looking blankly over at their shorter member and waiting for Mina to do something which, thankfully, she did. "N-Naomi-nee-chan..."

Naomi snapped back to attention and looked to her sister, rushing to her side in an instant and grabbing her chin ever so lightly. "Are you hurt, Akemi? Or maybe you're embarrassed to be seen like this?" she leaned down just a centimeter closer. "It's okay, I think you look all too beautiful like this, you have nothing to be afraid of."

The next thing Akira knew he was being lifted off his feet by another one of the hostesses. She was blunty furious. She was a good few inches taller than him and had lifted him to eye level.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident!” Akira protested, feeling a surge of adrenaline from fear.

This was not good. Being beaten up, destroying property, and accidental sexual assault was not a good on the first day. At all.

A loud flush was still spread across Akira’s cheeks, but he had managed to calm himself a bit. He needed to be able to think clearly, as it was obvious he had some damage to clean up. It seemed that the last girl had entered, she looked rather composed unlike the others. I would probably be freaking out too though if I was at the other end of this he thought. She seemed to be the voice of reason, however serious the words were.

“I’m sorry this all happened. I swear it was an accident. Sorry, I was feeling a little nervous and lost my balance. I obviously grabbed the wrong thing to break my fall.. 6,000,000?! A-are you kidding me?! I don’t have that kind of money!”

He thought back on his sister’s prosthesis and how many moths it had taken to accumulate money for that. It had only been around 770,000 yen  He felt dread accumulating in his gut.

"What can I do to pay you back?" Akira asked, voice finally of a decent stability.

 

Mina put the boy on his feet, glaring at him once more before turning to Yukiko-chan. She knelt to the ground and looked into the small girls tear filled eyes. she grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, not caring that she was left in basically her undergarments.

"Yukiko-chan, are you alright?" Mina spoke, her voice soft and soothing. She looked back at the boy and couldn't help the amused glint in her eyes at his freak-out. She hoped whatever he had to do to pay them back, would be horrible for him.

She stood, hiding Yukiko-chan from the boys sight and looked at the other hostesses, wondering who would come up with a horrible way for him to pay them back. She shook her head at the twins and their 'twin-cest' act. Well, at least that's what she thought it was. She could never really tell if they were acting or if they really acted that way.

Yuki looked at Mina she nodded her head gently and wiped the tears from her eyes "I'll be fine Mina-Chan, I just need a few band-aids." she turned to Toshi "Toshi-Chan, why doesn't he work for us here as our servant." Yuki offered happily "It would really help us." she turned to face Akira "Your a boy, I see it now. Don't worry if we have been offended, but now you work for us. But welcome to the school!" Yuki said and garbed Mina's hand "Lets go get some band aids Mina-Chan, oh wait hold on." Yuki ran to the closet in the room and pulled out a dress and ran back to Akemi "I'm sure it fits and its very pretty dress, put it on Akemi- Chan, Naomi-Chan don't you agree?" Yuki said and smiled then ran back to Mina and skipped to the club's changing room "Band-aids, band-aids!" she sang happily while skipping.

"Are you hurt, Akemi? Or maybe you're embarrassed to be seen like this?" she leaned down just a centimeter closer. "It's okay, I think you look all too beautiful like this, you have nothing to be afraid of."

Akemi blushed happily from her sister's attention; she looked away smiling in a shy manner "R-really? Well, if you say so Naomi..." Akemi looked back up at her sister with a dreamy expression, "But not nearly as beautiful as you, Nee-chan." Their eyes were locked and they seemed to drift off into their own world together.

"Could you two snap out of it for a second?" Toshi's stern voice broke the twin’s concentration on each other. They both linked arms and grinned, laughing at the situation; now that they thought about it, it was quite funny.

"That's a pretty steep debt for a commoner," Akemi began, "don't you think Toshi?" and Naomi finished.

Thinking about the idea Mina stated, Akemi was all for it "A servant would be nice, someone to kick around and do what we ask. That'd be nice." Akemi smirked with countless cruel thoughts running through her head. She took the dress from Yuki happily, "Thanks Yuki-chan," She rubbed her head affectionately before she ran back off to Mina 'She gets over things easily.'

The twins turned back to the newcomer and walked over to 'him', one on each side. Akemi patted his chest suddenly, "So you really are a boy huh? But you look so girly," She lifted his chin slightly "But that's what makes you so cute, right Naomi-nee-chan?"

When Mina let him down, he breathed an audible sigh of relief. At least getting beat up was something he could cross off his “this is the worst first day ever because” list. Akira’s eyes drew to the set of twins. Were they...? Yep, they were. He involuntarily raised his eyebrow then looked away. Whatever floats your boat I guess he thought incredulously.

"Yeah... I can't say I'm surprised you mistook me for a girl though. It happens all the time. Especially since I'm wearing my Mom's coat," he replied, "It doesn't matter though. I don’t care all that much. And it’s not like I need a specific gender to be your servant."

Akira gave a small smile. He wasn’t happy with the job, but he hadn’t expected much better. As long as they didn’t put any cosplay on him. He imagined himself in a butler’s uniform and grimaced at the thought. At least Yukiko appeared to be over the little fiasco he had caused. Skipping and singing were always a good indication of happiness, as Akira had learned from mostly raising his younger sister.

Toshi looked at the boy, "Hmm I have an idea you see we're looking for a "Natural type" and I think you'll fit the bill perfectly", she grabbed Akira by the arm, practically dragging him to the costume room. She went through looking for something that would look nice on the boy without giving out the secret. "Lets see ahh I think this should compliment your hair nicely", she took a costume off the rack a little maid servant outfit with a cute little neko ear headband. No one would know the difference, "Now you can do this or owe us it's up to you", she said as she handed the costume to Akira. "I'm sure you know that you need to keep", she cleared her throat, "Certain things out of sight, but other than that I think it will work out nicely".

She waited for the boy to protest she knew that Akira was only at Ouran on a Scholarship because of his academic performance, and that he didn't have allot of money. But that didn't mean they should let him get away with his clumsiness, besides they needed someone for the last type and if they were going to do things as the original Host Club they would need a boy to cross dress for them. Much like Haruhi Fujiioka for the Host Club so far running the Hostess Club like the original had worked out quite well, so why change it. Akira had just stumbled into the opportunity it was perfect. But if he really was as dedicated to his family as his file said he would do this.

Sayuri jumped in front of the Akira's face and examined him. "You're a boy!?" she said shocked. She rotated him to get a good look from all sides. "Well you sure fooled me! And I've seen tons of guys! No offense though."

Sayuri turned to Toshi to see the outfit she had selected. It included a dress, which slightly bothered her. "Well if you are going to put him in that you might as well make him a full blown hostess!" She argued. She let out a sigh knowing there was know why to change Toshi's mind.

"Well," She said turning back to Akira. "You're first job is to go get us more tea!" A simple task she thought. She was still unsure of him, but it would be fun to have another friend around here.

Akira almost fell over again when the blonde girl jumped in front of his face.

“Y-yep. None taken.”

This girl seemed a few pieces short of a puzzle. Either that or just enthusiastic. He turned to Toshi, saw the costume, and looked back at her face. Complete seriousness.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

He sighed deeply, knowing he had no other choice. He wouldn’t be able to find a job that paid that kind of money. He figured they would add on interest the long it took as well. Akira held the costume like it was something dead or satanic.

“I’ll get it right after I put this on,” he assured Sayuri.

He slowly dissected it in the dressing room, finding a dress, a bow tie, an apron, wristlets, stockings, and matching green panties. He immediately chucked the panties over the dressing room door. No way.
Akira grimaced. The dress fit perfectly. He noted the padding cleverly sewn in for any cosplayers lacking in the breast department. Such as himself. He was now a girl, with B-cup breasts, short shaggy green hair, and a displeased look on her face. Don’t forget a light, just noticeable layer of black hair over her legs. He grimaced. If he wanted to play this part well, he was going to have to start shaving his legs. And be extra careful of his stubble. For now, the skirt and stockings would cover him. He slipped them on with the wristlets and cat ears.

“Nya,” he muttered quietly at his reflection.

His hand found his forehead; the other braced him on the wall. This was awful. He couldn’t tell what would be worse option, having to cosplay like this possibly daily or being a servant. In the end, he chose the cosplay and the hostessing. At least it would gain him some respect. He didn’t really mind being viewed as a girl either; the school would be the same for him regardless of his gender…

Taking a deep breath, Akira stumbled out the dressing room in the three inch heels belonging to the costume.

Naomi looked the boy over, feeling completely comfortable despite the fact that she was still standing without her dress. She nodded. "Yes, definitely a boy. But we can change that, I'm sure," she said while smiling and staring the feminine boy down mischeviously. "But that's what makes you so cute, right Naomi-nee-chan?"

Naomi nodded again. "Of course." She turned her head to the side slightly, reaching out to cover Akemi's hand over the boy's chin with her own hand. She still had her head turned away, but she glanced over at Akemi. "I only wish you would look at me with that sort of admiration." Then she turned her head to face her fully. "You don't want to make me jealous, do you, Akemi-nee-san?"

A few minutes later, after the twins pulled away to allow the boy to get dressed, Naomi watched on with complete interest at the curtain, waiting to see the show that would happen once the boy returned in a dress. Finally, it happened, and a large smile adorned her face as she and her sister stood in front of the boy to fuss over him. They looked him over carefully for a moment or two--almost as if scrutinizing him, close in his personal space--before nodding and standing back. "It's perfect!" they decided simultaneously.

Pushing the boy forward some, Naomi stood back with her hands on her hips. "Now for that tea. Chop-chop, commoner."