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The bell on the door gave a sad jingle as Zoro left work from the day. He checks his wallet and sighs, another day of ramen and sugar water it seems. Things haven't been going well recently, ever since the strawhats had been seperated by that weird paw guy. Now here he was, future greatest swordsman, struggling to get by on a waiters salary.
He sits down on a bench, is this what he's become? What of his dreams? His crew, His booze? How would he ever find Luffy again.... Zoro sat for a while, staring his worries away at the ground when he suddenly heard a booming voice. Turning his head up quickly he is blinded by a bright light.
"FEAR NOT MY CHILD" The voice calls
"Uh.. Okay"
"I COME BEARING A MESSAGE FROM ON HIGH"
"YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO
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BE THE FRONTMAN FOR 'SEXY STRONG SWORDSMEN SERVING SODA.' WE HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR SO LONG FOR THE PERFECT FIT, AND WE HAVE FINALLY FOUND IT."
"Haah???"
"DO NOT WORRY ABOUT MONEY FOR THE OUTFIT. THAT WILL ALL BE COVERED BY OUR COMPANY. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS STAND THERE, LOOK CUTE, AND SERVE SODA!!! I SWEAR TO MYSELF THIS IS THE BEST OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU OUT THERE."
"No way in hell am i doing that."
"YOU'LL GET THREE HUNDRED BILLION BERRIES AND A FERRY RIDE ANYWHERE."
"where do i sign."
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"YOU MERELY NEED TO SIGN YOUR SOUL INTO THIS CONTRACT THAT IS TOTALLY LEGALLY BINDING AND ALL THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH"
Zoro raised an eyebrow at that. What was a 'legally binding'? He shrugged and grabbed the pen before signing it with his messy signature.
"IT IS DONE"
the person boomed before a deafening snap filled the air. Before Zoro could register what was going on, he felt cool silk slide up his legs and fit snugly around his muscular thighs. He looked down only to see white thigh highs on his legs with leather heels quickly forming on her feet. his normally bare and large chest was being quickly wrapped in a black top that spewed into a large dress with white ruffles on the edges and collar. A sleek hairband of black and white ruffles flew onto his head as he marveled at the sight.
"What the hell is this?!"
"HEY MAN, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES. YOU SIGNED THE CONTRACT BROCHACHO..."\
"I DIDNT SAY TURN ME INTO A GIRL!"
Zoro screamed back as he looked back don't at the dress. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it was growing on him.
"Okay...fine it looks kinda nice...' He huffed and crosses his arms as he admired himself once more.
"I hope the yellow head doesn't see me." Just then, Sanji, the idiot cook of the crew, broke in.
"MOSS HEAD! WE NEED YOU- Oh..." He stopped and stared at the wonderous person infront of him.
His heart fluttered as god boomed, "ILL SEE YOU LATER."
Sanji moved closer as Zoro blushed "s-stop Sanji...this is stupid..." Sanji slowly cupped Zoro's face in his hand.
"No...This is perfect." After one tense moment, their lips collided in a tender kiss.