Title: Effeminate Lies

Author: Ri-Ryn

Genre: Humor/General

Word Count: 1014

Rating: M* (Content suitable for Mature Teens) / +T

Disclaimer: Diamond no Ace belongs to Yuji Terajima.

Summary: In which Seidou doesn't quite realize Sawamura's female and said pitcher doesn't really know it either. Feminine wiles? Like Hell. (light Fem!Eijun x all) (Genderbending One-shots)

Warnings: Language/Cursing.

Chapter:1 Strike - Contact Play

A/N: I adore the idea of Eijun as a female with no self-awareness, period. Not that I'm not a fan of yaoi with Eijun x Seidou or just about any viable baseball player! I do consider any requests I get and some of these oneshots might blossom into actual chapter stories or longer oneshots. This chapter was so awkward to write yet funny, in my opinion. She's surrounded by wolves.

Music: "Naruto Ost: Sexiness"

1 Strike – Contact Play

Eijun sighed, her binder uncomfortable under her uniform shirt after a day of practice in the heat. She picked at the clips holding it on the outside of her shirt, a frown in place. She'd better take it off before eating and come back to the already full dining hall or she'd be miserable…

"Careful Sawamura or they'll never grow."

Eijun growled, whipping around to see the official catcher for Seidou grinning cheekily, looking to rile her up. "Shut-up bastard Miyuki!"

Miyuki simply shook his head at the pitcher. Too easy. "I bet baseballs beat you. You'll never find a man and you'll live your youthful high school life single."

"I don't want to hear that from you, Mr. Forever Alone!" Eijun hissed.

Miyuki shrugged. "I choose to be. I don't have time for girls, not that they don't chase after me." He finished the statement with a smug grin for emphasis.

Eijun glared before looking down. She didn't want a guy after her solely for her breast size, but… She glared harder. Maybe it did make a little bit of difference? Did size matter, or shape? "Hmm…" Eijun tucked her hands inside her shirt, fishing around a bit to find the straps of her binder and slide them off since she was wearing a sports bra.

Miyuki raised a curious eye brow as Chris walked up, seeing the ensuing fight to happen and hopefully stop it. Why were her arms in her shirt? "Sawamura-" Chris made a strangled noise deep in his throat as Miyuki blushed.

"Indecent tomboy." Miyuki muttered, unable to tear his eyes away.

Eijun grinned, she'd finally undone the binder and now slid it down her pant legs from under her shirt and off, discarding it on the floor before sliding her arms properly back into her uniform sleeves and scrutinizing her breasts again. Eijun stuck her tongue out in thought, moving her hands up to squeeze the now more prominent mounds. They were squishy, and very shapely, but only borderline A into B cup perhaps. She didn't really know. "I think they're nice enough." She squeezed again, rubbing them together in her hands.

The entirety of Seidou's baseball team was frozen, watching as their idiotic pitcher gave a free show surrounded by almost 90 teenage males with minds well acquainted with the gutters of puberty.

Eijun felt tears well up because maybe they weren't up to par. She looked up to the one man who'd been straight with her from the start. The man she respected most on the team. "Chris-senpai…" It should've been a whining, complaining voice but came out more of breathy moan to any boy in the room with the state of their minds. "They're not that disappointing, are they? I mean, their perfectly round if not small. And I can't fit one into my palm, but boys have larger ones, right?" Eijun took a step forward, pouting with the barest of tears in her eyes: distraught.

Chris was also distraught and stepped back as she advanced. Sure, he never gave much thought to dirty magazines or the opposite sex. He didn't have that choice here. "Th-they're?" He choked as she glanced up from damp eye lashes. Eijun was cute, adorable really in the way a tomboy only could with a shaggy pixie cut that framed her face and golden brown eyes that gleamed when she pitched and shown when she smiled.

"They're what?"

The little spit-fire could was also a sporadic seductress that could give the sultriest look without ever realizing it. Not that her pitching control wasn't coming around, but really, it was those eyes and that intense focus of hers that were truly dangerous.

"Chris-senpai?" Eijun fisted her hands into her upperclassman's shirt, drawing close. He would never let her down, he was her senpai. She gazed at him sharply, expectance in her eyes.

Chris swallowed, hands having nowhere to go unless he lost any semblance of control and they found his sweet, devilish kohai's petite waist.

The injured catcher choked on the dry tongue fumbling in his mouth for some semblance of human speech that wouldn't be sexual harassment, not that Sawamura would know the difference apparently. "Fine." He mumbled, looking anywhere but her. "You're young, there's still room to grow." He could've smacked his head into the wall for that one. Sure, he gave that advice every time her pitches where lacking, but it sure as hell didn't apply to this situation!

It seemed to appease the first year, though, as she whipped her head around to Miyuki. "Hah, you bastard, take that! Chris-senpai said they can still get bigger!"

Miyuki and Chris both gave way from red to a deeply rooted crimson as they imagined such changes taking place.

Eijun paid no head, taking Miyuki's dismissal of her exclamation as a challenge. "Just you all wait!" She cupped her assets, lifting them through her shirt. "They'll be Cs in no time!"

Kuramochi, a permanent pink, had to laugh at his roommate's idiocy. "Right Sawamura," he kept laughing, "you can do anything if you put your mind to it!"

Eijun cried with relief in her eyes. "You believe in me, Kuramochi-senpai!" She flung herself at her elder, sitting on the dining room bench and finding himself engulfed in the demure peaks.

The bastard.

Chris quickly reined her back from her unintentional fulfillment of the shortstop's fantasy.

"Sawamura-kun," said pitcher looked to her senpai. "Why don't you go back to your room and come back with…" Chris struggled, "the appropriate female garments on?" Please.

Eijun scratched her head, confused. "I'm wearing a sports bra, though, Chris-senpai. Did you want me to put my binder back on?"

Every pair of unrestrained male eyes, Miyuki and Chris included, found her chest again.

Oh…

Oh…

Maybe she could do anything she put her mind to. It wouldn't be the first time she threw them for a loop and proved them wrong after all. This time, she could brag all she wanted even. No one would have the time or mind set to shut her up.