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The characters here are trademarks of their respective owners. I can't list off
all the copyright holders because I'd probably miss out on some and get sued or
something. I am not expecting any money from this story, and therefore am not
taking any money away from the copyright holders.
For those who don't know much about Sailor Moon, this story features Freddie,
the boyfriend that dumped Lita during the flashback from "A Knight To Remember."
The events are explained within the story as it goes on. There aren't any
monster attacks in this, and Lita is the only scout that is shown. If I say any
more I'll ruin the story!
Let The Punishment Be The Crime
By Scott "Cyclops" Summerton
Last Revised Wednesday May 6th, 1998
Freddie's eyes quickly scanned the area in front of him. It was raining
and the air was misty but he remained dry. His hair was obstructing his view,
but was browner than before. This wasn't his room, he wasn't in his bed.
"Where am I?" he thought to himself.
Behind him he heard a familiar male voice, he turned his head sharply to
acknowledge the voice, and when he did he felt a soft object swaying by the back
of his neck that was attached near the top of his head.
"What the-?" was all he could utter before his mind registered the sound
of his voice and he dropped some other unknown object that was in his hand,
causing it clattered to the ground.
His body froze upon hearing his voice, but it wasn't his own body, or his
own voice. He realized that the male's voice was so familiar because it was his
own. Yet the voice with which he spoke was familiar, and the swaying object
helped along his thoughts...
'This can't be-,' he thought. 'I'm her... I'm that girl...'
"I'm Lita..." he vocalized with disbelief, hearing Lita's voice escape his
own lips.
"What did you say?" replied the voice behind him.
Freddie was speechless and in shock. He slowly looked down at his hands.
Thin, slender fingers with long elegant nails. He used those hands to brush away
the soft brown hair in his face as he scanned the rest of his body. Once he saw
the white blouse with two large protrusions coming from his chest, he knew he
was in a girl's body all right, and he wasn't planning on investigating his
lower torso to obtain any more proof. He did see the unique tan skirt he
remembered as being what that Lita girl always wore, her not being able to wear
the standard school uniform. His hands flashed to his ears, and his worst fears
were confirmed. He felt them: those twin rose earrings she always wore were
in... -his- ears.
"This has got to be a dream..." he whispered with Lita's voice.
"What are you going on about? I asked you a question!" Barked his former
voice sternly.
Freddie turned to face what he feared would be himself. He wasn't sure
what he feared more: seeing his own body standing before him, or experiencing
the movements of a girl's body necessary to just turn to face that body.
"Look at me!" ordered his former voice.
Freddie began to feel weak, tears welling up in his eyes. "Her eyes" he
thought. He gave in, turning slowly to face the commanding voice. He saw
himself: his male body.
"What?" he asked as his voice began to crack with crying eminent. Hearing
her voice come from what he claimed as his mouth didn't help.
"I told you I don't want to see you any more, and you haven't said a damn
thing!"
"I- I'm not-" Freddie couldn't control his emotions any longer. Tears
started rolling down his now female cheeks as his vision began to blur.
"You're not what? Not happy? Do you think that -I- care if you are happy?
I don't want to see you ever again! Now get out of my sight!"
"What?!" Freddie could feel his heart sinking; he was losing a battle and
didn't even know what side he was on or how to even react. 'How could anyone be
so cruel?!' he thought. His knees felt weak. He was most scared of why he was
reacting the way he was. 'Was it because I was suddenly turned into this girl?
Or because I am her while she was being hurt...'
'While she was being hurt...' Those words bounced in his mind repeatedly
for a mere second before an idea began to form. Is this her way at getting back
at me? Is that her, Lita, in -my- body doing this to me?
"Didn't you hear me?" Whoever was in Freddie's former body, they were
getting impatient. "If you won't leave I will!" he threatened.
Freddie realized he had to find out what was going on and that this was
his last... his -only- chance. He rushed to his male self, feeling the awkward
and alien body which he now possessed reluctantly obeying his mental commands.
It didn't move right. Everything was different, wrong. He was stumbling, off-
balance, the weight of his body frighteningly different from what it should be.
The clothes didn't help him either. He felt the nylons moving strangely on his
smooth legs. The skirt made it almost impossible for him to run let alone walk,
constantly flapping between his knees. Even the shoes, which he felt had a
slight heel and were cut lower than his normal footwear, caused him immense
trouble. Then there was that damn ponytail, swaying back and forth with every
step, nearly throwing off his equilibrium entirely.
Reaching his male body, he leaned on his chest with his smaller female
arms, grabbing the collar of the jacket for support. He realized he was smaller
now, shorter due to Lita's body. He remembered Lita as being tall, but whoever
was in command of his old body seemed to loom over his new frail one.
"Get off me!" shouted the male body as it shoved Freddie away with ease.
Freddie stumbled back, nearly toppling over because of the unnatural shoes. He
stared desperately into his old blue eyes, immediately realizing that he was
gazing through her emerald green ones. Freddie's male body began to open the
umbrella he was carrying.
"Wait!" shouted Freddie using Lita's trembling voice. "You can't just
leave me like this!!"
His male body opened the umbrella and began to leave.
'That has to be Lita wanting to hear me beg.' he thought. Freddie began to
shout. "I'm SORRY! I won't do it again! I'm sorry!!"
His male body simply opened the umbrella and began to walk briskly away
into the pouring rain. Freddie, struggling to shove all the unusual female
feelings of this body aside, began to run after his former body out into the
rain. He stopped part way, clutching his gentle fingers into a tiny fist. The
rain began to cause his soft new hair to hang limply on his head and neck as
tears began to flow freely from his eyes.
"This has to be a dream..." he thought.
"Wait a minute," his thoughts continued, "that was almost identical to
what happened when I dumped her in the first place. After it happened, someone
told me that that Ken guy showed up and comforted her right afterwards, so that
means..."
He turned to his right expecting to see that poor sap with the umbrella
coming to take care of what he thought would be Lita, someone who could explain
what was going on. He felt that damn ponytail sway yet again, wetly slapping the
side of his neck. Freddie saw nothing. Nobody. He frantically spun around,
searching for anybody. Still nothing.
"Hello?!" he said, hearing her high voice yet again. "Is anybody there?"
No reply. Freddie was becoming beyond desperate. He used those elegant
nails to pinch his arm through his thin blouse. Nothing. He pulled that annoying
ponytail. Still nothing. He pinched his arm again, drawing blood, which stained
the long sleeve of the silky blouse.
"Oh god!" he cried, "Oh my god, I can't wake up!" Freddie's knees finally
gave out dropping him to cold hard walk as it ripped the nylons and tore the hem
of the skirt. He made both hands into tiny fists and began to repeatedly pound
the hard ground in front of him.
"WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?" Tears were flowing freely down his face as he batted
his eyes to clear his vision. He looked at his bloody hands; surely he had
broken many of the bones in them. Frustrated, he reached up and tore the balls
in which Lita always tied her ponytail setting the long hair loose so it could
swirl around his head. Upon removing them, he pulled out many strands of the
long hair as well. Staring at the balls and hair, he clutched them tightly into
his right hand and threw them as far as he could from his wobbly kneeling
position.
Freddie could barely see, thanks to the pouring rain and blurred eyes. He
remained kneeling and hugged himself, feeling the soft body, which was now his
through the thin blouse with his small slender hands. He rocked back and forth
trying to come up with any idea. He began to sob uncontrollably, and upon doing
so, caused his prominently female chest to heave and even bounce. Terrified by
the feeling, he spread his arms apart as if he was crucified.
"I've learned my lesson!" he began quietly, unable to bring much bass or
volume to his now gentle voice, hearing the feminine sobs between every other
word. "I now know what I put you through, and worse! Lita, please! Can you hear
me?"
Only the rain cut through the maddening silence.
Freddie desperately struggled to again stand, but the foreign body made it
nearly impossible. After what seemed like an eternity he finally achieved a
satisfactory balance. He raised his slender arms to the dark gray sky and began
to scream, hearing Lita's voice echoing it and every word.
"WHY!?! I'M SORRY!! I WAS WRONG! LITA!! PLEASE GIVE ME MY LIFE BACK! GIVE
ME MY BODY BACK! PLEASE!! I'M SORRY!!!"
His head snapped up. Thank god it was only a nightmare.
Freddie's eyes quickly scanned the area in front of him. It was raining
and the air was misty but he remained dry. His hair was obstructing his view,
but was browner than before. This wasn't his room, he wasn't in his bed.
"Where am I?" he thought to himself.
Behind him he heard a familiar male voice, he turned his head sharply to
acknowledge the voice, and when he did he felt a soft object swaying by the back
of his neck that was attached near the top of his head.
"What the-?" was all he could utter before his mind registered the sound
of his voice and he dropped some other unknown object that was in his hand,
causing it clattered to the ground.
His body froze upon hearing his voice, but it wasn't his own body, or his
own voice. He realized that the male's voice was so familiar because it was his
own. Yet the voice with which he spoke was familiar, and the swaying object
helped along his thoughts...
"This can't be-" he thought. "I'm her... I'm that girl..."
Freddie began to panic, his body frozen. "It's happening again," he
thought. His body was paralyzed from fear so he was unable to voice any sound,
so mind began to scream in its place...
"No... NO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
Alone in her apartment, Lita sat up in her bed in the middle of the night.
She wasn't sure how or why, but she all of a sudden felt better for some strange
reason. Like she had finally gotten revenge on all those who ever harmed her
somehow.
She lingered on that thought for a moment. "That's silly," she said
smiling, "probably just happy that tomorrow's Saturday!" And with that, she
returned to her peaceful sleep.
END
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