Usual disclaimers, blah blah blah
Oh, btw... "BAD KAIN! GO TO YOUR ROOM!"
There, that should do it.

BTW, this is being sent via OLMR, that's why its in three posts.


    -Prologue-

    "Kain!!! NO!!!!!!!"

    Miss Washuu smiled as the young woman opened her eyes.  The woman's
    long reddish brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders and contrasted
    nicely with her milky white skin. Her silver eyes were highlighted just
    a touch with pale lavendar, like the palest reflection off a royal
    teardrop, and her lips were of the same color thanks to a little gloss
    applied to them by Washuu.

    She tried to spring out of bed, but her legs caught up in the
    unexpected folds of her nightgown, and fell over with a shriek of
    surprise. She sat up, panting.  "What is going on here?"  She
    demanded. "Where's Kain?" She blinked and brushed off the nightgown.
    Nightgown?! Kain was bad enough, but *this* was thoroughly humiliating
    experience. 'First I'm nearly killed and now some pervert has me in a
    dress, Torsha knows what she's done to me... or had done... and what
    is wrong with my voice?"
    "Kain's gone, so you can relax now."  Washuu explained. "He killed you
    but I brought you back."
    "What?" The girl blinked.
    "Your original body was too badly damaged to salvage, so I made a new
    one for you.  I hope you don't mind being female," Washuu gave a cute
    little child-like blush.  "I get so embarrassed when I'm asked to build
    a male body."
    "I..." The girl searched her mind, but her Galaxy Police training just
    hadn't included discovering one had been turned into a girl so she didn't
    know how to react at first. She searched her internal computer, the only
    part of her original body to survive intact, and found a clip from a
    movie she had seen, as Naoki, Trakal's cover for that planet, on Earth.
    It was called "Home Alone" and it featured the lead character howling
    loudly after trying his dad's aftershave.  It wasn't much, but, she
    figured, it was the best response for the situation.
    "And I made you human since the Galaxy Police are *never* going to
    believe it's you, so.. you're stuck here."
    The young woman stood up, if she was going to put up with this, she
    would do it with dignity. However, the difference in body and gender
    was so amazingly complex, despite how simple it seemed, that she would
    have fallen over again had Washuu not caught her.
    "You'll need a new name, too." Washuu thought aloud.  "The old one
    doesn't really suit you anymore... Hmmmm...."
    The woman blinked again.
    "And what is wrong with the name Trakal?"
    "Oh nothing..." Washuu smiled. "If you're a guy. I'll call you Meiru."
    "My name is Trakal."
    Washuu thrust a mirror into the girl's face. "Now look at that... does
    that look like someone who could sustain the name Trakal?"
    "Fine." She snapped. "Now, do you mind if I get dressed?"
    Washuu tossed a pair of silk panties, a pair of nylons, one of Ryoko's
    more revealing jumpsuits (which she insisted Ryoko wouldn't mind if
    Meiru wore), and, to Meiru's utter horror, a bra.
    "I'm not wearing this, you pervert!" Meiru shouted, holding the bra up
    in front of Washuu.
    "Don't mind the nylons though, huh?" Washuu grinned.  A second later,
    she had all the previously mentioned articles of women's apparel draped
    over her. Except the panties which Meiru wore grudgingly, and the
    jumpsuit.

    -Chapter 1-

    The transporter shone and Ayeka appeared there. "Miss Washuu," she
    said, "I'm afraid its nearly tea time. I know you asked not to be
    disturbed, but Tenchi wanted to tell you."
    "Thanks. By the way, " Washuu nodded in Meiru's direction, "this is
    Meiru. She's going to be staying with us for a while."
    Ayeka appraised her, figured she was certain no competition, and went
    to tell Sasami to set another place.

    Tenchi looked up from the dinner table where he was sitting and saw
    Meiru standing there.
    "Wow."  He said, his jaw gaping open.
    "Tenchi," Ayeka said, politey, looking at Meiru, "this is Meiru.
    Meiru, this is Tenchi Masaki."
    Meiru extended her hand in greeting but Tenchi just sat there gaping
    at her. Finally, she lowered her hand. "What's his problem?"
    Ayeka turned and saw the look on Tenchi's face.
    "Tenchi!" She hollered at him.  "That's enough!"
    "Pretty, isn't she, Tenchi?" Washuu asked conspiratorially.
    Tenchi nodded, barely able to speak. "Yeah." he managed.
    "That does it!" Ayeka stormed, grabbing Meiru, intending to push her
    out of the house.
    Meiru's Galaxy Police-trained reflexes took over and she unexpectedly
    flipped Ayeka over herself and across the room, succeeding mainly
    because the move caught Ayeka entirely by surprise, though partly
    because she was still pumped up with adrenaline from her fight with
    Kain, which, to her mind and body had only occurred minutes beforehand,
    though in truth years had passed. Her reflexes, however were trained for
    a much different body, that of a Draalthine male, and not the body of a
    nineteen year old human *female* and she found herself toppling after
    Ayeka.
    "Whaaaaaaat?! Oof!" Ayeka shrieked as she landed butt-first on the floor
    in a very undignified manner.
    "Oomph!" Meiru agree landing nearby.  She composed herself and stood
    up.
    "Don't touch me again." Meiru warned as she sat down at her place at
    the table as if nothing had happened.
    Ayeka stalked toward her and Meiru raised her right hand, instinctively.
    "Erm, ladies?" Tenchi began, helpfully.
    Ryoko walked in and saw Ayeka standing off against a new girl.
    "What's going on?" She asked.
    "They're fighting over Tenchi." Sasami told her.
    "What's her name?" Ryoko asked.
    "Meiru, I guess." Sasami shrugged.
    "Go Meiru Go!" Ryoko cheered!  "That's it! Win win win! That's it, You
    can do it! Go for it! Tenchi belongs to you, not Ayeka... *WHAT AM I
    SAYING?!!!* Hey! You Two! Stop! Tenchi's mine!"
    "Uh, Meiru..." Washuu attempted.
    Meiru ignored her.
    Ayeka sprang and Meiru swung her arm forward. Nothing happened.  "Damn!"
    she swore to herself, suddenly remembering that this body didn't have a
    cybernetic arm. She cried out in pain as Ayeka's body made contact with
    her hand and pushed her arm back at an odd angle. She felt a jolt of
    pain as her arm was dislocated.
    "Meiru!" Tenchi cried out as he ran to her and lifted her into his arms.
    Ayeka sniffed and looked away.
    "Ayeka," Tenchi asked, crossly, "don't you think you should apologize?"
    "Hmph!" Ayeka snorted. "Why should I?"
    "Ayeka, you hurt her." Tenchi pointed out. "I think you owe her an
    apology."
    "Very well." Ayeka huffed. "I'm sorry." She told Meiru. Turning on
    Tenchi she snarled. "There. HAPPY?!"
    Tenchi wasn't, but decided not to force the matter.

    Meiru approached Ayeka a short while later. "I don't love him."
    Ayeka looked up at her in puzzlement. "But..."
    "You needn't worry about competition from me." Meiru told her. "I
    was only going to stay here for food and shelter. However, since I
    am obviously in your way, I will leave."
    "Don't go." Ayeka told her, gently. "I'm sorry about my earlier
    behavior. I want you to stay."
    "Thanks." Meiru smiled.
    "That arm looks a bit sore."
    "It'll heal."
    "I'm sorry."
    "You're sorry it'll heal?" Meiru piku'ed.
    "No, I'm sorry I hurt you."
    Meiru smiled a little, but still seemed troubled.

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 * SLMR 2.1a * "He's the one!!! He's been spying on us!!!"  ... Ryoko