Wufei was quite aware that there were many things that Heero would do in the name of his mission. He understood this, as there were a large number of things he would do as well. But sometimes Wufei wondered where the line was when it came to what Heero wouldn't do.

Because it seemed that one of the many, many things that Wing's pilot would do in the name of the mission was pretend to be a woman.

'Ancestors help me,' Wufei thought fuzzily around his shock.

Heero wore a typical girl's school uniform that Duo had acquired with suspicious means. The white, high collared shirt had a prim (a word Wufei had never thought could be associated with the soldier before now) black bowtie and a cream colored blazer was buttoned up halfway in order to flaunt the fake breasts that the decidedly masculine pilot had been given with help of a push up bra and some sort of strange pad that had been bought at some lingerie store. Wufei ignored the automatic mortification he felt when he remembered that incident, as he had been conned into buying it, earning himself strange looks from the cashier.

Wufei's vision trailed down farther to stare in near confusion at the matching cream skirt that fluttered around Heero's calves. Loose socks (really, Wufei would never understand fashion) were bunched low, but high enough for the skirt to cover the rest of the skin of Heero's legs, keeping the leg hair that no normal girl would be caught having hidden. Sleek, black dress shoes adorned the small feet that most Asians had and could pass as a girl's.

"Chang." The slight inflection in the usually monotonous voice was the only thing that betrayed annoyance. It brought Wufei's eyes back up to Heero's face, and he was hard-pressed not to nearly have a heart attack. Not only did Heero wear a long brown wig with curls that would have been charming if they had been on an actual girl and not on Heero of all people, but the fake hair combined with the light amount of make-up that had been applied to make his features softer, like a girl's, made Heero actually look like a comely girl.

Wufei felt the slight stirring of irrational fear and admiration. Maxwell really was a genius.

He was almost relieved when Heero gave Wufei his patented Death Glare. It was nice to know despite having undergone such a drastic makeover, the other pilot could and would still frighten people with his chilly cobalt eyes.

Despite his conflicting feelings, Wufei managed a smirk at Heero's expense. "You look... nice, Yuy." Heero scowled at him.

"Doesn't he though?" Duo popped out of the bathroom after Heero, grinning manically. He surveyed Heero with a critical eye and nodded with satisfaction. "You'll have the boys drooling all over you," Duo said proudly, clasping Heero-turned-girl on the back. He ignored the dirty look and turned to Wufei with an evil smile. Wufei felt a ball of cold, fearful anticipation drop down and try to punch a hole in his stomach.

"Yes, Maxwell?" He asked, using every ounce of control he possessed to keep from bolting.

"Your turn!" Duo informed him cheerfully.

Wufei gave him a uncomprehending look before he realized.

Mission: Infiltration of female boarding school suspected of secretly producing weapons underground for OZ... Two pilots will be sent to deal with this threat, just in case...

Winner was still on the mission in Sri Lanka. Barton was... wherever the hell the circus was right now, keeping a low profile after a nearly devastating mission that nearly uncovered his identity. Duo was forbidden from missions for the next month because he had been careless on his last mission and gotten severely injured. He couldn't possibly take this mission -- how could he explain his limp and half-healed scabs?

Wufei damned pride and composure and turned sharply on his heel and scampered. Duo let loose a whoop and pounced, eyes bright with excited eagerness.