Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Military Transvestite ❯ Fuhrer's Orders ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

This is my first story, I would really appreciate it if people would review. I'm not too sure how good my story or my writing style is. Roy fans, don't kill me. The idea just came one day and I had to write it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist… the miniskirt, however, is all mine

Fuhrer's Orders

“So... How do you like my plan?” a male voice asked

“Hmm… It would certainly teach him a lesson.” came the amused reply “OK. Lets do it.”

Ed sat back in his chair, grinning wickedly “Oh, I can't wait to see his face!”

Riza let her stern, professional front drop as she stifled a giggle. She quickly pulled herself together again when somebody knocked on the door.

“Yeah?” called Ed

The door opened and Sheska stepped into the room. “I'm sorry for the interruption, Fuhrer, but these papers really do need your signature.”

Ed sighed. This was the only downside to being Fuhrer. The bloody paperwork. “Thank you, Sheska. I often wonder what I would do without you.” He said, while the little voice inside his head whispered `Whatever it would be, it sure as hell wouldn't be paperwork.'

Sheska put the huge pile of papers on Ed's desk and exited the room.

“Can I go, Ed? I also have paperwork to do.” requested Riza

“Certainly, Riza, you can go and do your precious paperwork.” Ed said dully. Then suddenly, he brightened considerably “Hey, maybe you can do mine too, since you like it so much!”

“No thank you. I think I'm just fine with the papers I've already got.” said Riza calmly as she left the room.

Ed sighed again as he picked up a pen.

“Hey, Mustang.” Havoc said as he walked into Roy's office. “The Fuhrer requested that you wear this to work from now on.”

“Finally, a new uniform.” Roy said as he held it up. “Umm… there must be some mistake. This is a skirt. A miniskirt, to be precise.”

“I don't think there's a mistake.” Havoc replied gleefully. “He looked pretty pleased when he gave it to me.”

Roy's eye twitched. “No way. This can't possibly be happening to me.” He said flatly. Suddenly, he noticed a note pinned to the skirt. He pulled it off and read it. `Remember all the times when you boasted that when you became Fuhrer, you would make certain members of the military wear miniskirts… thanks for the idea'

Roy growled. “It was the women. I said the women would wear miniskirts, damn it!” he muttered furiously.

Havoc just grinned. “Serves you right for stealing all my girlfriends.”

The next day, Roy turned up to work wearing not his `sexy' new uniform, but his old uniform. If he was hoping for sympathy from Riza, he was disappointed. The moment she saw him, she pulled out her gun and, handing him his new uniform which appeared out of thin air, ordered him to the bathroom to get changed. Roy paled. He wasn't sure which option scared him more: being shot by Riza or actually wearing that darn miniskirt. However, as Riza clicked off the safety on her gun, he quickly realised which option was safest. He turned and ran for the nearest bathroom.

Roy groaned as he held up his uniform shirt and examined what appeared to be padding in the front. Finding no way to get it out, he growled and considered incinerating the whole outfit. Only the thought of Riza and her ever faithful gun stopped him. Cursing and grumbling, and vowing that he would hide in that bathroom for the rest of his working life, he got changed.

As he got himself settled in one of the cubicles, the door to the bathroom opened and a gun appeared as the disembodied voice of Riza Hawkeye said “You have three seconds to get out here or I will fire.”

Roy beat the time limit. He was out in two seconds. So much for the vow.

When Riza saw him, she struggled with herself for a few seconds, and then started laughing uncontrollably. Roy promptly went from a delicate shade of white to a bright red. “It's not funny!” he roared. Big mistake. About half of the passers-by turned to see what the commotion was about, and promptly started laughing too. Roy turned and ran frantically to his office to take refuge behind his desk, as some other people raced off to spread the news: `Your girlfriends are safe - the Colonel is a cross-dresser!'

Well, first chapter. Unfortunately, though I love yaoi, I cannot write it, so there will be no yaoi pairings, damn it. I hope you enjoyed it regardless of the lack of yaoi. Ja ne.