Don't own Bleach, or Ichigo, or Grimmjow… wish I did, oh god.

Warning! This fic deals with transgender issues, yaoi, crossdressing, and basically everything a closed minded person should be afraid of. I've been interested in writing a fic like this for a while, especially after taking a psychology class discussing gender reassignment issues. OH and oocness. Suck it.

This'll prolly end up a threeshot, because I have an extremely short attention span. No lie.

In trying to take their relationship further, Grimmjow discovers his cute, orange haired girlfriend is really a "he". And he's not too sure that's a bad thing.

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A White Sky

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Grimmjow moans into a soft neck, enjoying the breathy sigh released when he swipes his long tongue down the pale column of supple flesh. His hands are everywhere on the slender body beneath him, pressing and molding. Her eyes are glued to his, staring into his soul and fuck he wants her. So bad. Wants to fuck her senseless, until her thin lips scream out a perfect 'o'.

His cock is poking against her firm, flat stomach hidden by unnecessary clothes. Just as he's about to lift her tiny little skirt, hands stronger than he realizes are stopping him, and what the fuck?

"Grimmjow, wait."

This again. This barrier the orange hair girl is putting up to stop him. And he's damn tired of it. Almost a year, eight months, and they hadn't fucked. Kissing and touching, and her pretty mouth wrapped around him, snug and skilled, enough to make him come, but never enough.

He growls, barring his teeth down on her jaw. "Why?" Even in the darkness of his room, he can make up her soft brown eyes, scrunched up in… fear? Grimmjow sighs, letting the fabric fall back against her bare thigh. "Ichigo, are ya afraid of me?"

There is only a little guilt when he sees her frown, pearly white teeth jutting out to clamp on her bottom lip. A habit he fucking hates.

Her body is all he can ever think about, because he's never seen it. Her long legs stretched wide on their bed, or her broad, bony shoulder, but not much else. She's slim, but tall for a girl, something that immediately attracted him. She was awkward in her own skin when he met her, and nearly fell on him as they passed on the sidewalk one sunny, fateful day. Her feet were shoved uncomfortably in heels, leaving her just half an inch shorter than him, but he caught her before her face met the ground.

Bright hair and a feisty personality. Just the way he liked his women. When they started dating, he didn't even want to fuck anyone else, he was simply too wrapped up in her.

After a few months, they moved in together, but everything felt off. She was still so unsure of herself. But he never said anything, thinking she was just shy, hoping she'd loosen up and let him in.

Grimmjow is instantly knocked back to the present, her stammering voice cutting through his thoughts. "No! I'm not afraid." She scowls, and it went completely to his cock. He loves her scowl. Her lips curve down, her brows furrowed, and he just knows she is stewing. He lurches up and kisses her, his hands sliding sensually down her sides to lift her up and on his lap, shifting back against the head board. She has a cute blush plastered on her freckled face, and he brings a finger to trace her lips, moaning when she took the tip between her lips.

"Then what the hell is the problem? You're not… virgin, are ya? 'Cuz if ya are, I'll be gentle."

Ichigo snickers against his shoulder, her long hand sneaking down his bare chest, lower and lower to take his dick out of his pants and curl her fingers around it. "Not a virgin. I just want this to be special, I guess."

Grimmjow snorts, rolling his eyes at her ridiculous behavior. He's not sure if he should bait her or try to placate her. "It will be, believe me. I'll fuck you nice n' slow, savior you. I'll make you come. Fuck," he hisses, groaning when she quickens the pace on his cock, thumb teasing the head like she's playing an instrument. Ichigo smiles at him, her back bowed so enticingly.

"I don't doubt it. But just give me more time."

And she snakes her body down, gripping his hips and replacing her hand with her mouth.

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That night was another Grimmjow spent satisfied but empty. She finished him off and up against him to fall asleep, not bothered by his reciprocation. But he wanted to touch her, slide his fingers inside her so damn bad he almost couldn't believe himself. What did he care if a girl didn't want to get off?

It nagged him, though. That she didn't want his touch.

It's three days later when he comes home from work early to hear the shower running. He grins to himself, almost whistles. What a perfect opening. He walks slowly toward their bedroom, hoping to gain the upper hand, and opens the door to their bathroom. He usually respects her privacy, but his gut clenches with promise and everything he wants to do to her.

He's so wrapped up in his thoughts he almost doesn't hear the soft sniffle. The glass is fogged, nearly obscuring her from him, but he can make out her arms wrapped around her chest from behind, her completely flat chest, and her long legs stretching down. Her slender frame quakes under the hot water, and he knows she's upset.

She's crying?

Instead of calling out her name, he simply presses back the glass of the shower, and steps in, disregarding the fact that his own clothes will get soaked.

"Ichigo?" he whispers gruffly, and she turns to him, wide eyes and afraid, a scream lodged in her throat.

It's then that he looks at her, her lithe, shaking body.

Her male body.

Tbc…

No, this story is not just about sex, but it's got a lot to do with it. Ichigo's point of view is up next. There are probably questions to why Grimmjow couldn't figure out Ichigo's sex, but that will also be explained next chapter.

So, if you wanna read more, review?