A/N: It's been forever since I last wrote something KnB related.

This stemmed up because a friend of mine was wondering how Kuroko's childhood would be like if he was a girl, so I decided to fiddle around with the idea.

This is unbeta'd and was written at like 6am when I only had like 3 hours of sleep so sorry for any mistakes and such.

Warnings: Only genderbending, but you wouldn't have clicked it if that sort of stuff bothered you.

Disclaimer: I don't own KnB.

I.

When she first sees a basketball game, she is only at the tender age of four, teetering on her father's knee, wide eyes glued to the screen. The door to the back is open because it's summer and much too hot for it to be closed. The breeze makes the wind chimes sing and the light chorus of cicadas can be heard from far away.

The summer music for once goes unnoticed by the child, because she is much too engrossed in her current activity. Though she's young and doesn't quite understand it, the small feeling that she gets that makes her little toes curl up in excitement.

She feels it in her bones and through her veins.

This is her game.

II.

When she turns seven, it is her father who gifts her with a basketball and a small chapter book, not pretty dresses and baby dolls that beg to be carried in her arms. Kuroko is ecstatic, and grips her new gifts tightly to her chest, chirping a small thank you and gifting her father with a small kiss on his cheek.

She's much too excited to notice how her mother's pretty face forms into one that seems less than please, nor does she notice how the woman places her hands on her hips and gives the man across from her a small shake of her head, pretty blue hair like her daughter's moving this way and that.

Her child is gently ushered to play with her new things out back, and this gives the adults some privacy, though they still talk in hushed whispers in the kitchen because Kuroko is too much like her quiet and observing father.

Her mother speaks about her daughter growing up and playing with boys instead of girls her own age, and her father counters and speaks about how this will help her learn how to deal with men in the future.

Her mother frets and worries that her baby girl will get hurt because boys are brutish and crude at times. Her father just states that their baby girl is a lot more resourceful than they might think and tougher too.

"No one will want to play with her." The conversation goes.

"She'll find a friend out of this." it sways.

"It's a boy sport and dangerous." Is practically pleaded.

"It's just a sport and it makes her happy." is the end.

III.

Her mother is right, and girls do not play with her, and she does not play with the girls.

They seem much too fragile and delicate with their hairs in pretty bows and curls and cute dresses hanging off their persons. In their arms are blank eyed dolls that make Kuroko wrinkle her nose slightly, because she finds them to be rather creepy.

They wrinkle their cutely freckled noses at her basketball whenever she passes by them in return.

She doesn't want to be anything like them to tell the truth.

Her legs are far too band aid adorned and knees too bruised and elbows far too scraped up for their tea parties and games of house. She gets too sweaty to smell like flowers and sugar and anything sweet, though she does grow fond of the simple smell of vanilla.

It's okay because she has basketball and that's all she really needs.

IV.

Over the years, her mother frets over her daughter's feminine side in a way that only mothers can do.

Her father just watches from the sidelines and wonders if this would have happened if they had a boy instead.

V.

Kuroko grows up wearing t-shirts and shorts and sneakers and sweatbands on her wrists as she dreams of seemingly impossible goals.

Her father is proud that she's aiming for something and doesn't plan on giving up.

Her mother is still in denial and thinks this sort of thing will pass with age once she realizes that playing with the boys is much too hard for her. As the woman tries to mollycoddle her only child, Kuroko sometimes bends to the motherly whims and wishes that grow too hard to ignore.

On rare days, she allows her mother to dress her up and but her hair into pretty curls and bows and even paint her nails some shade she must admit to being nice, because it actually is.

On these days, her mother will take the prettiest pictures of her child and smile fondly at them once they are developed. She'll tuck them away in scrapbook for memories along with the pictures of her baby girl all scraped and sweaty with a smile on her face and a basketball in her hand.

Her baby girl is going to grow into something great and maybe even be taken away to follow that goal that seems too far away for her to reach. Maybe that's why she's in denial; because she knows her child can do it and if she does, that means she won't be there to tend her scrapes and bruises anymore.

It's what her daughter wishes to happen though, and as a mother the best she can do is support her the best way that can, and that's just being there for as long as possible.

A/N: There you have it, short and sweet. Maybe I'll do a series of unconnected oneshots or something with fem!Kuroko. I've been messing around with the idea for a while, I'm just lazy.

Feedback of any kind is welcome, and I'll try to respond to everyone that does so I guess.

I may try out AO3 and put this on there, maybe.