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all the drinking, and he gets the hangover."

The sound of the coffee machine clicking brought Shinji back.  Quickly
he downed the two pills and bent forward, taking in a deep gulp of the
running faucet water.

"More water!"  Misato had reappeared at the door.  "Hangovers are caused
by dehydration."

Weakly, Shinji nodded and took out a plastic cup from the medicine
cabinet, putting it under the faucet until it quickly overfilled.  With
much gusto, Shinji lifted it to his lips and guzzled it down, streams of
excess running around his lips and down his throat down the collar of
the tanktop.

"Geez, not that much!" Misato countered.  "When I said dehydration, I
didn't mean like you were stuck in a desert."

Shinji set down the cup, and gasped.  Misato nodded.  "Okay, next the
coffee.

Shinji blinked.  "I don't like coffee."

"It's a stimulant, and you need to get your brain unfogged."

Shinji just meekly nodded, trusting Misato's vast experience in such
matters.   "Now come on, there's probably one cup's worth ready by
now."  Misato walked out of the doorway and Shinji followed into the
kitchen, sitting down at his usual spot at the table.

"I didn't have time to make it double brewed, since I wasn't sure if
you'd last long enough," Misato said as she poured a mug's worth and set
it infront of her former self.

Shinji sipped the dark brew, and shuddered at its bitterness.  Perhaps
it was a stimulant, but not a chemical one;  the shock of the taste
seemed to wake him up quickly enough.

"Feeling better, Shinji-chan?" Misato said sweetly in the boy's former
voice, the tone unmistakably Misato.  =


Shinji could only manage a nod.  This whole situation seemed too much to
the boy.

Misato glanced over and saw a second cup's worth was ready.   She stood
up and filled a second mug.   A quick sip and Misato settled back into
her seat.  =


"Tastes a bit different, but I guess I can blame your tongue," Misato
said.   "Well, now that we've shared some witty banter and had our
coffee, we need to figure out how this happened," Misato stated.  She
looked down at her teenaged hands again, moving the fingers, getting
used to the sensation.  =


Shinji bent his head down, shaking it.  The sensation of shoulder length
hair was disconcerning, but just the smallest of his current worries. =

"How?  You have any theories?"

"Well, maybe something at NERV... an angel..." Misato started, listing
items off, "Or maybe you saw a shooting star and made a little wish,"
she finished, grinning.

Shinji's eyes shot up wide.  "W..wish?" he stuttered.  "Why would I wish
for... for this?!" he continued, motioning to his new body.

"Come on, it doesn't take much to get into a teenage boy's head..."
Misato answered, then winced, "no pun intended."

Shinji shot out of the chair and backed up.  "W..what are you saying?"
Shinji asked, backing away.  He felt as if he was confronted by
something even he didn't quite understand.

Misato stood up from her chair and walked over to Shinji.  Shinji noted
he could see clear over his old head.  "You embarrass so easily," Misato
said grinning.  "Oh come on, every boy's a bit curious."

"Well..."  Shinji paused.  "You said it might be an Angel."

"It was just an idea."  Misato shrugged. =


"Well, if it is, we might figure out why this would help him."

Misato paused.  "Maybe because I'm not as good a pilot as you, and
likely EVA-01 will reject my body?"   Misato then laughed a little, "But
that's impossible.  Who'd reject my body?"  =


Shinji coughed a little, a bit uncomfortable with the reminder.   "I'm
not too fond of being in it right now."

Misato waved off the complaint.  "Eh, maybe being in me for a short time
might 'balance you out'." She said with a wink.  "As for me, I think I
need to take care of this morning wood.   It's driving me crazy."

hinji blushed a bit.  "H..hey!   Misato...!" he stuttered, unable to
think of a protest, afterall, both of them would have to go to the
bathroom SOMETIME.

Misato paused and looked back at Shinji.  "What?  It's not like it's the
first one I saw.  And dont' be so shy.   I saw the way you were looking
at my bust all morning.  Go ahead, just don't bruise them."

The accusation made shinji blush even deeper.

"Like I gotta tell almost every guy...you're not tuning a radio!"

"Tuning a... i don't understand..." Shinji answered.

"Oh, you'll understand soon enough," Misato answered with a wink,
entering the bathroom.

Shinji followed Misato to the bathroom door.  "B..but I don't want to
understand!" he shouted through the door.  "And what are we going to do
about school and work?"

"Well, I think it would be wise to keep this little problem under wraps
as much as possible."  She pondered.  "Let me give you my access code
for the sick line.  I've got a few sick days I can take."

"They'll just assume that you're hung over," muttered Shinji.

"Of course!  I have a reputation to keep up.  As for school...well, I've
been a high-school student before, so I can fake it again."

Shinji's eyes shot wide at that thought.  "Oh no!   I have a history
test today!  I can't make a bad grade, Misato-san!"

Misato shrugged.  "I know my history well enough."

Shinji sighed, at least willing to believe Misato this much.  "Alright. =

I guess that will be fine..."  The sound of the toilet flushing brought
Shinji back to reality as the bathroom, door opened.  Shinji curiously
looked at his old face, which was flush red.  "Umm, Misato-san, you
didn't..."

"Nope.  Didn't.  Don't worry about it."  The expression on her face was
unconvincing.

Shinji decided, just for his own sanity, to drop it.   Misato turned to
him as she walked into his bedroom.  "You know, you should enjoy my day
off.  Watch some movies, maybe go out a bit."

"Like I'm going out like this."  Shinji dropped into the sofa.

"Why not?" Misato asked form Shinji's room, quickly changing into the
teen's school clothes.  "No one would know it was you.  But if you'd
like to stay home, I do have a collection of movies that might cheer you
uppp..."

Shinji shuddered at the idea of Misato's movie collection.  "I'll just
watch television or listen to music."

"With what?"  Misato held up his S-DAT.  "I need to take this with me to
complete my cover?"

Shinji shook his head, the feeling of long hair still strange and alien
to him.  "You're not going to make this easy, are you?"

"Shinji...have I ever made life easy for you?"

Shinji chose not to answer and just sat on the couch, arms crossed.

"Pleading the Fifth?  Good choice.  Here's the Sick Line code."  She set
a card on the table.  "Have fun, I'm off to school."  =


The door opened just as she reached for it, and Asuka stormed in. =

"Shinji, I left my history book here, let's go, we're gonna be late!"

Misato got an evil look in her eye, and pinched Asuka's ass.  The
redhead's eyes widened in shock.

"Race you to school."

"You--Shinji, I'm gonna kill you!"

Shinji's eyes widened at the exchange, half wishing Misato wouldn't
endanger his body like this, half wishing he was the one that got to
pinch Asuka.  The he shook his head.  "This is really bad;  there's no
way she can keep this under wraps if she acts like this."  Shinji
glanced down at himself again, seeing his two feminine arms crossed over
his impossible bust.  "I can't exactly act like her either..." Shinji
mused.  Hedonism was hardly on the boy's mind.  =


"However..." Shinji pondered, turning to a small mirror in the living
room, "I may be able to fake acting like her when she's serious...". =

And with that, Shinji practiced one of Misato's more serious
expressions, and had difficulty restraining from laughing at the sight
in the mirror.


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