What it means to be a girl

by Akwolfgrl

Summary:

Ivankov didn't care to use their powers in this way, however, it would be far worse to let an egg leave still uncracked. After all, Kuma must have sent him here for a reason. Iva had seen the photo, and their look of pure happiness when their face was all dolled up. Black Leg Sanji was one tough egg to crack, but Iva was a master baker and had cracked a few dozen eggs in their time.

 

“You're not wrong exactly. I've always felt wrong, never understood it or had words to explain it. When the crew was separated I landed on an island with a strange group of people. They dressed up in women's clothes. Zeff, I loved it, every second of it, but it scared me too. I don't want to go back to being a man. I can't do it even if it means disappointing you." Sanji finished her explanation and waited for Zeff's response.

“I don't really understand what you're talking about, but are you happy eggplant?” Zeff asked after a long pause.

“Yes, I am.”

“Then I suppose I have a daughter now.”

Notes:

Beta by ghostmaya. This fic means a lot to me since it was my first big project for one piece. Please like and leave me a comment. Comments make my day.

Chapter 1

Notes:

So I planned for 3 chapters but my phone hates me. So lots of smaller chapters it is.

Ivankov stared at the photo in their hands- Caroline had handed it to them at the start of this meeting. The photo was of their current guest: Black Leg Sanji of the Straw Hat Pirates. He was wearing full glam: a too large frilly pink dress, high heels, a blonde ringlet wig, makeup and nails- the whole works. This was a common practice but he looked blissfully happy, far happier than Iva has seen him yet. 

 

From what the others had said, it wasn't the only time they enjoyed being all dolled up. That is, until the paper announcing Firefist Ace's death arrived. If only the young one could accept this part of himself. The others had informed them that Sanji had a tendency to lash out in anger- clearly terrified of the truth- forcing their hand in this matter. 

 

Around the long table members of the council were in discussion, when the conversation ended Ivankov looked up, glancing around the room at their council. There was Inazuma with the orange and white hair whom they considered to be their second, stoic as always face unreadable as they took a sip from the tea cup. Caroline with long red hair, a pink masquerade mask, tapped her fingers against the table in anticipation. Jasmine, their expert make-up artist, touched up their nails. Gloria is in charge of all things fashion picked at an unseen thread. Rowan was in charge of holistics, sat calmly waiting. 

 

“We have all decided that it's a good idea,” Inazuma said, placing the tea cup down.

 

“So the decision is unanimous?” Ivankov confirmed, looking around the large table. Ivankov didn't care to use their powers in this way, however, it would be far worse to let an egg leave still uncracked. After all, Kuma must have sent him here for a reason. Iva had seen the photo, and their look of pure happiness when their face was all dolled up. Black Leg Sanji was one tough egg to crack, but Iva was a master baker and had cracked a few dozen eggs in their time. “All right then, tomorrow we will begin. Gather everything, Jasmine, do you still have Candy's colors?” 

 

“Yup! It wasn't easy but I got their best colors right here!” Jasmine pulled out a glittery purple binder, and she began to flip through it. “Sanji is a light summer, they will look best in soft, cool colors like light blues, pale pinks, soft greens, light greys, and muted neutrals with a slightly blue undertone, including shades like ‘sea glass’, ‘dove grey’, ‘baby pink’, ‘lavender’, and ‘cornflower blue’ essentially, light and airy colors with a cool tone that avoid anything too bright or saturated. Black of course is a must for every wardrobe.”

 

“Ooo, so pretty! I have the best clothes in mind. Plenty of pants for kicking. Of course I need to throw in skirts and dresses. Sanji would look so good in some nice lingerie, plenty of lace. Can you imagine the damage they could do in heels, especially if we add a bit of seastone to the bottom?” Gloria gushed. 

 

“I have a question: who's fighting them first?” Caroline asked, raising a gloved hand. 

 

“I volunteer.” Rowan said. “I'll teach them secrets of my famous tofu desserts and the added benefits.” 

 

Ivankov sat back and listened as everyone discussed tomorrow's plans. Tomorrow was the start of Sanji's new life. 

 

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Sanji was flicking his lighter, a cigarette between his lips in a poor attempt to mimic smoking as he waited for Ivankov. They had finally deemed him strong enough to fight them for their incredible recipes. If only he was allowed to smoke in here, it would help quell the uneasiness he was feeling. He couldn't put a finger on it, but something was going on. There had been whispers and halted conversations whenever he entered a room. 

 

“Sanji, Iva is ready for you now,” Rowan said, startling Sanji out of their thoughts. 

 

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He refused to admit he was nervous. When he entered the room Iva sat on a chair, tall and imposing in their towering female form, a tiny gold crown in their puffy purple hair. They looked regal.

 

“Are you ready to begin fighting your way to all 99 secret recipes?” she asked, staring down at him. 

 

“Yes, I am.” Sanji was quick to respond, eager to get started learning attack cuisine. So many recipes that Zeff didn't know! 

 

“There is just one little thing left to do before that. In order to learn from us you have to become one of us. If you accept, I will inject you with hormones and turn you into a woman. When you're done learning, you may return back to your original form,” they explained, tapping their long painted fingernails against the arm of her chair. 

 

Sanji stared at her in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was bad enough when they dressed him as a woman, he had loved—hated every single second of that. He was a man. He couldn't go back only physically stronger, he was a chef first then a fighter. 

 

Part of him that he kept buried was ecstatic at this chance, but the more prominent part was terrified of someone finding out—especially Zeff. But, as long as the old man never found out it should be fine. It was only temporary. 

 

“I'll do it.” Sanji said, trying not to regret nor enjoy his decision. 

 

“Excellent.” Iva smiled at him, getting off her chair and walking towards him. “Close your eyes and keep them shut.” She raised her hand, her nails growing long before Sanji shut his eyes tightly. “You'll feel a pinch and a poke—or, rather, several of them. It shouldn't hurt…much.” Sanji hissed between his teeth and he was stabbed. It didn't hurt so much as it felt odd. A little too close to the needles and poking from his early childhood. “Good girl,” She cooed in Sanji's ear. “Keep your eyes closed now.” Sanji's body felt numb, they could feel nothing except his racing heart. “Almost done, you're doing so well.” A hand touched his own, removing it from where he had been clutching his hair unknowingly. He had a habit of tugging on hair that he had never been able to break. The hand stroked his hair, cooing softly. “Keep your eyes closed, you're all done, the others are going to help you get ready now.” 

 

Slowly, feeling returned to his body. It felt like pins and needles—as if his whole body had fallen asleep. His chest felt heavier… did he have breasts now?! Sanji raised his arms to try and cup them in his hands only for both hands to be taken. He was dragged to somewhere else, hands came from everywhere as they began to remove his clothes just like when he had first arrived. He knew that it was pointless to resist them. It was not because he enjoyed the dresses one bit. 

 

The hands shoved him into a chair before draping a large and lightweight item across his front. “It's safe to open your eyes.” A soft voice told him. 

 

Sanji opened his eyes to stare at a person, they had a more impressive beard then his small goatee he had been growing, but there was a pair of breasts in his face, their makeup was bright and exaggerated, their lashes looked almost like miniature wings, purple and blue glitter covered their eyes and their lips were painted a light pink. A blue and purple dress covered in white roses matched their eyeshadow. Their dark fingers brushed against his face as they moved his head side to side. Their skin was a few shades between Usopp and Zoro, they had dark blue hair that had a bit of curl to it. 

 

“You have the perfect bone structure, these cheekbones! Your skin is so smooth and clean, minimal impressions. A light foundation or skin tint would suit you well, even out your skin tone just a bit.” They muttered, this was far more than what was originally done to him when he first arrived. “My name is Jasmine and I'll be doing your makeup.” 

 

“Is this all necessary?” He questioned when she released his face. His voice sounded off, higher, more feminine, still slightly raspy from their years of smoking.

 

“Of course it is, we can't have you looking a mess during your first fight, honey,” Jasmine informed him before coming after him with different brushes and colors. “And, done! Honey, let's turn you around,” They ripped the cloak off of him before turning his chair around. “What do you think?” 

 

“I,” Sanji stared at his reflection, wondering why he had never realized how much he looked like his mother. Jasmine had added blue to the eyelids, with white under their brows, a black liner that arched into a thin wing and even covered up the curled ends of their eyebrows. ”Can we part my bangs the other way?” Sanji found himself asking instead of demanding they remove the make up like he should. He had yet to look at the rest of the outfit, he knew he was wearing pants this time, could feel the velvet and the lace on his skin, he was too focused on the face in the mirror. 

 

“Of course we can, honey! I put makeup on both your eyes.” Jasmine grabbed a small comb and began to move their bangs over. “You look so pretty, such a shame you hide one of your eyes.” 

 

After what felt like hours, Sanji tore his gaze away from the mirror to look down at the rest of his body. He was in a pair of black high heels with a strap across the arch of his foot, his long legs wrapped in a gorgeous deep blue velvet. He had wide hips and thick muscular thighs—he was glad to see that he hadn’t lost any of his hard earned gains. He wore a black leather belt and his signature chain. His jacket matched the pants—it was cropped short and open wide to reveal a pair breasts in a black lace bra. They were smaller than both Nami and Robin's. His hands itched to touch them. 

 

“Is she ready to go?” a new voice joined them. They were tall and androgynous, the side of their head was shaved and the rest of their teal hair was in a ponytail that trailed down their back. They were in black pants and black combat boots, a grey open button up shirt with black spots, layers of leather wristbands and necklaces on chains and cords. They could almost be related to Zoro by how similar they looked. They only wore a little shimmer on their sharp cheekbones. 

 

“Yes, all done. Rowan will be your first challenge.” Jasmine explained, putting stuff away.

 

“And what recipe am I fighting for?” Sanji asked, forgetting about their new breasts and their mother’s face in the mirror. He quickly got off the chair, taking a moment to re-center his balance. Sanji walked across the floor, the heels clicking on the floor not all that different from their normal shoes. Maybe incorporating heels wouldn't be the worst thing, it would be nice to be a lot taller than Marimo. Plus, he was sure these could do some serious damage, if he had his pants tailored just right maybe no one would even notice. 

 

“Silken tofu with strawberries and matcha, simple but delicious. It's hydrating and soothing for the skin, tofu is filled with nutrients and protein, the strawberries are high in fiber and vitamin C, and the matcha is high in magnesium and selenium. I'll give you fifteen minutes to stretch and figure out how to move in your new body before we fight.” 

 

“Can I smoke?” Sanji asked, he had been itching for one for a while. 

 

“Sure.”

 

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Ivankov wasn't the only one who could supervise fights, but they were free and wanted to watch how Sanji's new body was treating them. They sat back and watched as she stretched, bending every which way- she had her left foot above her head, toes pointed up before switching legs. Once both legs were back on the floor she bent at the waist to touch her toes, before bending back the other way to touch the ground, a trail of cigarette smoke above her. She lifted one leg up before the other, turning a backbend into a handstand before splitting the legs. 

 

Ivankov had of course recognized the classic red-leg style of fighting she employed but that man had never been as flexible. How she was related to Red-leg Zeff was a mystery, there was something vaguely familiar about her, the way she sometimes carried herself, with such regality. When she thought no one was looking. Black Leg Sanji wore a mask near constantly, Ivankov wasn't sure that the blonde was even fully aware of it. 

 

“If both parties are ready, the fight shall begin.” Ivankov announced to the room. Both heads turned their way before turning towards each other. “There will be no fire.”

 

Rowan slid into a loose Hawk Stance, legs spread, back knee slightly bent, one arm outstretched the other close to their body. Rowan practiced Baguazhang style of fighting. Ready to use their opponent’s force and energy against them. 

 

Ivankov watched as Sanji assessed the situation, a cigarette between her pretty painted lips. A slight shift in her stance and Sanji was across the room. One long leg aimed for the head right for the kill shot. Rowan blocked the leg, turning it away from them. Sanji slid past them landing on their feet. Sanji swept their leg up once again, getting Rowan's arm as they pushed the leg away. It only took one more time before Sanji got a hit in against Rowan. Sweeping their legs out from under them. Rowan was immediately back on their feet. 

 

Ivankov sat back to enjoy the show. 

 

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Sanji stumbled into their room late that night, After winning their first fight, the Okama threw a party. Rowan had promised to teach him the recipe tomorrow before his next fight. The heels had been a nice addition to his kicks, his body felt more flexible and fluid.

 

As he removed the heels he caught sight of himself in the full length mirror. On flat feet, Sanji hurried over to the mirror, stripping off the jacket and pants, leaving them in their bra and panties only. The black mesh against his creamy skin made him look like one of the women in his magazines. He reached out to touch the mirror to make sure that what he saw was the truth, his fingertips brushing against the cool surface reflecting back at him. Their cheeks were dusted pink as they stared back at themselves in equal parts horror and amazement. Their curly eyebrows were back, the makeup had survived except for them. 

 

With their other hand, Sanji cupped one breast, feeling its weight in his hand. The breast was heavier than his balls but they were small and fit in his hand perfectly. He would have loved it if they had been bigger. Maybe tomorrow they could ask Ivankov. Might as well enjoy them while he had them. 

 

Sanji cupped the other one, squeezing them and watching as his nipples hardened underneath the black bra. He brushed against them with his thumbs over the fabric not yet ready to fully face the reality of having breasts. 

 

“Hnn, fuck!” they moaned, not expecting that to feel so good. They tried so hard to ignore what their new pussy was doing. Even if they longed to touch and to feel, to spread their legs wide open. 

 

In the mirror the flush had spread from their cheeks down their chest, spread across their heaving bosom. Perhaps he had been reading too many romance novels. 

 

“We shouldn't do this,” Sanji tried to tell their reflection, watching almost in a detached manner as they pinched their nipples instead of stopping. The pain was sending sparks of pleasure down their spine and straight to their throbbing core. “Ohhhh, yesss. Maybe just this once,” They rationalized before pausing their torment on their sensitive nipples to remove their bra.

 

The mirror before then showed how hard their dusky pink nipples were and just how far their blush had traveled, spreading across their chest and down to their softer belly. Their breasts were small and perky, begging to be touched again and Sanji, a slave to their desires, obeyed. Hands once more on their breasts no more fabric barrier between their skin to skin contact. 

 

“Oh, fuck,” they moaned. This was even better than through their clothes. How did women get anything done when they could touch their tits all day? 

 

Sanji spread his legs and he removed one hand from his breasts to trail his fingers along his inner thighs feeling the powerful muscles under his hands. They were so sensitive, far more than in his old body. 

 

Sanji resisted the urge to close their eyes, afraid who they would see. His other hand trailed down his stomach, down to the top of his matching black panties. Their… pussy was throbbing, they wanted to touch it but what would it be like to not see their cock there? They ran their slender fingers over their clothed vagina, touching the dampness and shuddering hips jerking. He brought his hands back up and slowly slid his panties down his legs. His eyes never strayed from the sight in the mirror. Inch by inch he revealed his new cunt, (almost relieved at the lack of a penis).

 

Sanji stared in awe. They had blonde curls covering their pussy, dark blonde where it was soaked. They couldn't believe how wet they looked, their clit peeking out of its hood, begging to be touched. They watched as a trickle of wetness oozed out of their hole. It almost didn't feel real. They tentatively reached down to stroke their clit, tossing their head back with a whimper as the pleasure cruised through them. Sanji yanked his hand away. This was real, that was his vagina. Sanji closed their eyes and images of Zoro flooded their brain as they pictured him spreading their legs apart, the green haired bastard smirking before dipping his head towards the waiting hole. 

 

“Nngg!” Sanji shuddered, unable to stop his runway thoughts, his horny desires. “Yess, please, Zoro, I need it.” He could almost feel phantom hands caressing his body, teasing his nipples, running down his thighs, a talented tongue lapping at his leaking core. “Fuck me!” 

 

Their whole body shook as they bit their lower lip to keep their voice down. Was this what the female orgasm felt like? They never wanted to come down from that high. 

Chapter 2

“Mind putting the kettle on for me?” Rowan asked as they gathered their few ingredients. 

 

“Sure.” 

 

After setting the water to boil, Sanji watched as Rowan's hands made quick work of the red strawberries. “I like to enhance their sweetness with a hint of sugar, lemon zest and juice.” Sanji could add more sugar for Chopper and omit it all together for Zoro. “I usually let it marinate for at least half an hour and let juices create a syrup without as much sugar. But letting it rest while the kettle boils and we make matcha is fine. Have you had matcha before? I'm not sure how common it is in the East Blue.” 

 

“Not yet. Zoro likes it, but not as much as sake, the damn alcoholic. He mentioned it before we anchored in Sabaody while Brook and I were discussing tea.” Flashes of their drunk make-out back in Water 7 appeared in his mind. Sanji quickly shooed them away before he could flush. His fair skin showed blushes far too easily.

 

“The next step is to make the matcha, this is my preferred method.” Rowan grabbed a wooden whisk and a bowl. They scooped a small amount of the bright green powder into a sieve, straining it into the bowl. It was such a vibrant color, it unfortunately looked a bit too much like their younger brothers' vivid hair versus Zoro's more minty hair. Sanji watched as they poured the water over the wooden whisk. “A tablespoon of sifted matcha powder and then a quarter cup of hot water to start, whisk away adding a bit more water until it's a frothy consistency. This is what you're aiming for.” Rowan tipped the bowl towards them. “When looking for a high quality matcha you want the bright vibrant green color.” 

 

Sanji took a deep whiff of the frothy green liquid. It was earthy and fresh, grassy and robost He could see why Zoro would prefer it. Sanji would need to stock up on it. Robin and Nami might like it, perhaps with a bit of lavender. A hot lavender matcha for Robin, and iced for Nami. Zoro would absolutely have his bitter and hot with no milk like the heathen he was. Brook was a maybe. The skeleton, like himself, liked black tea. 

 

From the smell alone Chopper wouldn't want it as a drink straight up, their doctor preferred sweet things. But maybe with the strawberry syrup or some milk he could add it to hot chocolate. Better yet, white hot chocolate loaded with whipped cream and marshmallows topped with sprinkles. He could see the happy dance and hear the clapping of hooves Chopper squealed with joy. His big eyes wide and round with happiness, he really was adorable most of the crew had a soft spot for him. 

 

Usopp was a maybe… perhaps with some vanilla? Luffy probably wouldn't care, but he might like it better with milk. Franky might like it, the cyborg preferred cola but might be willing to try something new. 

 

“Now assembly is easy, just small scoops of silken tofu…” They arranged small spoonfuls in a shallow bowl. “Then the strawberries and syrup- we want to make sure the tofu is covered so it's not bland- then finally the matcha.” Rowan handed him the bowl. “Try it.” 

 

Sanji made sure his spoon had a bit of everything before he slipped it into his mouth. The tofu was smooth, the strawberries sweet and zesty and the matcha rich and earthy. “Hmm, I bet I could substitute the strawberries for minka for Nami.” He muttered to himself taking another bite. 

 

“Come back for round two and I'll show you chocolate mousse with tofu, and round three will be a yuzu tofu creme brûlée.” Rowan sounded excited to teach them. 

 

“What?” Sanji asked, looking at them confused. This was news to them, Sanji had thought he would need to fight 99 different Okamas. 

 

“Did no one tell you? Weird, well there are the 99 secret recipes to start with. There are only 33 of us to fight; we each have three recipes. Anyways, whoever can get through all 99 can make their own recipe.” 

 

“So let's say I've already beaten an Okama before, would I get their recipe?” Sanji asked, thinking of Bon Clay from Alabasta. That had been an interesting fight, Bon Clay and Luffy had ended up bonding, leading to the man helping them escape the Marines.

 

“Who was it?” Rowan asked.

 

“Bon clay.” 

 

“Ahh, Bentham! Ivankov should know it. Emporio Ivankov and Caroline temporarily are the queens of Momoiro Island and the recipe keepers, you need their approval to have a recipe be accepted. Bentham only has one recipe so you should be good to go. It doesn't count as part of the 99 since he isn't a permanent resident.” 

 

“All right,” Sanji nodded, finishing their dessert. “Who do I fight next and can I do it now?” Sanji was eager to learn more recipes. “Also, where can I get a notebook to keep track of everything?”  

 

“Of course, just don't share it with anyone.” Rowan warned. “They’re secret recipes for a reason. Also, talk to Iva, they should know.” 

 

“Not a problem.” He would just write it in North Blue, Germa dialect. No matter how hard he tried, Sanji could never forget it. Not even Robin knew it, and not because of her lack of knowledge Robin was the smartest person he knew, not that she would have interest in reading his cookbooks with an entire library at her disposal. He hated the thought of denying his lovely ladies anything but he understood the need for secrecy. 

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Ivankov hung up the snail's receiver, stretching their arms above their head hearing the pop of a good stretch, as they finished their work when a knock echoed through their office. 

 

“Come in, Candy-chan.” Ivankov was eager to see their latest masterpiece, but why they were here was the more important question. Perhaps they had been mistaken and she was here to beg for her old body back. 

 

“Why are you obsessed with calling me that?” she asked, wrinkling her nose as she joined them. “Is it true that you're the keeper of the recipes?” She sat on the chair, placing one leg over the other before crossing at the ankles in an odd display of flexibility. 

 

“Why yes, I am.” How surprising, Ivankov had assumed uncertainty. “Whose recipe are you looking for?” 

 

“Bon Clay, or as Rowan called him Bentham. I kicked his ass back in Alabasta.” 

 

“All right now, I need a few more details to make sure you know who you're talking about and if you actually defeated him.” They took out Bentham's file. “Now, how did you meet?” Bentham had appeared rather close with straw-boy.

 

“Sure, we were helping Vivi get home so she could stop the civil war in her kingdom caused by Sir Crocodile, Bon Clay or Mr. 2 worked for him. Luffy ate everything, I had everything portioned out to last until we reached Alabasta, but that Rubbery Shithead broke into the kitchen and ate everything. Then he goes and eats all our bait. While I'm in the kitchen trying to find anything that escaped his monstrous appetite, Usopp and Luffy decided to use Karu, Viv’s giant duck, as bait, and caught Mr. 2 whom Vivi recognized from being undercover in Baroque Works. By the time I'm out of the kitchen he's gone but not before copying everyone's face. Later we split up to get into the capital city so the agents would chase us and Vivi could slip in unnoticed.”

 

Ivankov nodded. Oh, to be young again. Going on crazy adventures- it was a shame that none of the Straw hats could be convinced to join the RA. From what they heard, Nico Robin was doing great work. 

 

“Well, Usopp was targeted by Mr. 2. He had taken his fancy goggles so I went after him. He took the swans off his shoulders and placed them on his feet and we got to kicking. He used my beautiful Nami-swan’s likeness against me, but that’s how I figured out that while he was touching his cheek he couldn't fight.” She continued to explain.

 

“Swans you say?” Ivankov inquired.

 

“Yah, they hurt like hell when you're stabbed with them.” She shrugged. “I mean, not as bad as Enel’s Lighting or being stabbed through with a sword. So, was that enough proof?” Sanji asked, pulling out a notebook. The writing was in neat cursive, in a language they weren't familiar with.

 

“Yes it is.” Ivankov handed over the recipe in question. “Octopus en Papillote. By the way, that doesn't count towards the 99.”

 

“Mmhmm, en Papillote. Haven't heard that technique in ages, the old geezer said it was old-fashioned. Used to read cookbooks as a kid.” She answered before Ivankov could ask. “Who am I fighting next?”

 

“Gloria. And yes, you can fight right away.” 

 

“Oh, before that happens, I have a request.”

 

“Oh? Enlighten me, Candy-chan, what is It that you seek?” 

 

“Can you make my boobs bigger?” 

 

Ivankov stared at her for a moment before throwing her head back and laughing. 

 

“No!” 

 

“Why the hell not?” Sanji shouted, a pout on their pretty lips. 

 

“I can give you three good reasons! First, your fighting style. Larger boobs would greatly affect your balance, it will also make it harder to do some of your flexible moves. Second, your previous back injury- the larger the breast the more back pain. And third, because I said so! Now get out of my office! You belong to the Itty-bitty titty committee and that's final.”

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Sanji had been so damn horny all day long! He had been avoiding doing anything with his new body- it wasn't right. But he was desperate at this point. Sanji threw themself on the bed, hiking their short skirt up their thighs before shoving the black lace thong to the side. They kicked their heels off, not bothering to remove their stockings. Last time they hadn't spent much time on their pussy, but they were beyond caring at this point. One long finger stroke up between their slick lips, hips twitching up, seeking friction and desperate for more. They could feel more wetness slip out of their pussy coating their fingers. 

 

“I shouldn't, I can't.” Sanji spoke out loud as their fingers began to rub their clit. “But—!” It felt so damn good, Sanji couldn't stop- dare they say it felt better than cumming with their cock? 

 

Sanji dipped one finger into their awaiting cunt. The inside was wet and warm. They already felt so good and so full as they wiggled their finger, their thumb taking over rubbing their clit. With her free hand, Sanji began to rub her nipple, pinching it between two fingers. What would Zoro's hands feel like? With his thicker fingers he would stretch Sanji's greedy hole. What would the calluses feel like against their skin? Sanji slipped a second finger into her wet pussy, moaning as they scissored them. It felt too damn good to stop, to deny themselves this pleasure. 

 

Sanji’s hand teased and fondled their breast as their other hand continued to play with their pussy. Their higher pitched voice moaning and crying out as their legs shook. They were cumming but they didn't want to stop, they wanted more. This pleasure could become addictive, and they wouldn't want to return to their male body at this rate. 

 

“Fuck! What am I thinking?!” Sanji panicked and removed his soaking wet fingers. “I am a man, damn it!” Sanji snapped his legs shut, trying to ignore their throbbing arousal and how wet they were. He clutched at his hair with his dry hand tugging at the longer strands. 

 

It would just go away if he ignored it. 

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“Today I'm teaching you Poultry à la Mustard.” Gloria butchered the pronunciation and Sanji winced. “It's really good, I promise.”

 

“I know it is,” Sanji snapped. He had tried to make it for his mother so very long ago. “Your pronunciation is off. It's an old peasant dish from the North Blue.” 

 

“Yah, but mine is a bit different because of the attack cuisine… How do you know? I thought most of your crew was from the East Blue.”

 

“I'm originally from the North Blue.” Not that he had been back since he ran away. He never wanted to go back, even though he knew he’d have to if he wished to be there for Nami's dream. Hopefully they wouldn’t run into Germa. 

 

“Then you tell me how to pronounce it.” Gloria huffed, glaring at them. 

 

“Poulet à la moutarde.” 

 

“Well, Miss Smarty-Pants, can I get back to teaching you?” Gloria huffed, putting her hands on her hips. 

 

“I don't know, can you? I mean, if you can't pronounce your dish, you sure you can teach it?” 

 

“Just because I can’t pronounce it doesn't mean I can't cook it. After all, it was accepted as a recipe.” Gloria pointed out. “Now, let's get cooking. Since you're so smart, you can just watch.”

 

“Fine by me.” Sanji watched Gloria's short mise en place, shallots and garlic the only items being chopped. 

 

Sanji watched as she salted her skin-on chicken thighs before searing them in a butter and oil mix. Butter for added flavor and oil to prevent the butter from burning. She cooked both sides until they were a nice golden color before removing them. 

 

Sanji took a look at the jars of mustard as she added shallot, bay leaf, thyme, and a pinch of salt. “Cognac Dijon.” Sanji muttered to himself, making a mental note.

 

Gloria added minced garlic after the shallots were soft. If you add garlic too soon, it will burn, Sanji could particularly hear Zeff's voice minus the swarming in her head. She deglazed the pan with white wine, scraping all the chicken fond off of the bottom of the pan. The chicken and its juices were added back into the pan and set on low to reduce and cook off the alcohol content. While it was reducing, Gloria added a heaping spoonful of both smooth and grainy Dijon mustard. When the wine was almost gone, she added the chicken stock. 

 

“So Miss. Fancypants, how am I doing?” Gloria turned their attention to them. 

 

Sanji smirked and poured them each a glass of wine. “I don't know yet, haven't tasted it.”

 

“Jerk,” Gloria took the wine with a grin. “You'll see. You'll be begging me to teach you all the dishes I can't pronounce. Maybe your old boss should hire me.” 

 

“He won't. Zeff doesn’t hire women because he can't kick them. Besides, the Barite is made up of lost chefs and ex-convicts who couldn't get a job elsewhere.” And Sanji misses it every day, his chest ached and his eyes burned from tears he refused to shed, he had cried enough when he said goodbye. Just because he was grateful to be on the crew didn't mean he didn't miss home sometimes. It was the first place he felt like he belonged.

 

“All right, well, the ten minutes are up, time to add the last ingredient unless you count the parsley garnish.” Gloria added heavy whipping cream, Sanji was pretty sure he had added milk to his. It had been a bit runny…among other things, when he had made it for his mom. 

 

With another simmer and a sprinkle of parsley, it was done.

 

Sanji cut the juicy chicken, making sure to coat it in the cream sauce before taking a bite. It was rich with a nice tang from the mustards. He hadn't had this dish in ages, it was also far superior to what he had back then… not to mention his poor attempt. The north blue used to be famous for their many rich sauces, there had been pages upon pages in his recipe books as a child. It wasn't a surprise that Judge ruined it. 

 

“Well?” Gloria prompted.

 

“It's fine.” Sanji grumbled, not wanting to admit that they were wrong. 

 

“Ha! Told you I could cook the dish even if I couldn't pronounce it.” Gloria was smug as they dug into their own plate. 

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They had been doing this every single night, and each time Sanji swore this would be the last time they touched themselves, especially while thinking about Zoro. Sanji had their face against the sheets and their ass in the air, legs spread wide as they worked their fingers in and out of their dripping pussy. They pictured a scene from a romance novel they had read but it was Zoro fucking them instead of the male lead. 

 

He was tied to the bed, his hands behind his back and unable to move as Zoro took his sweet time teasing their needy cunt. His fingers spreading Sanji lips apart, before blowing on their engorged clit. His dexterity would allow him to lap up every last drop before slipping his tongue deep inside, causing more to dribble on to the swordsman's tongue. 

 

“Zo-ro.” Sanji gasped, panting and choking on the man's name. Fuck, Sanji wanted more, they wanted It all. 

 

“Cook. Look at you so needy, so desperate.” The green haired man would tease. “So good for me. You're gonna keep being good won't you, Princess?” 

 

Sanii nodded even though they were the only one in the room. “Yes, I'll be good, please!” Sanji should find it humiliating to beg for someone- especially their rival- to touch themself, to touch their vagina. Yet, Sanji could feel how drenched their fingers were and could hear the squelching sounds of their dripping wet hole. 

 

“That's what I like to hear.” The imagery Zoro chuckled above him. “Show me how much you want it. Put on a show for me, Curly. My love-cook.”

 

Fuck, Sanji shouldn't do this, but it was just too good to stop. They ran a thumb over their clit as they continued to fuck themself on their fingers. Their mouth open, tongue out as if waiting for something to fill their mouth. For Zoro to shove his dick in his mouth. He wanted to choke and gag on the damn thing. Sanji had seen it a few times, hard not to on such a small ship, and fuck, Zoro was thick and long. Sanji wanted to bury his nose in the lawn Zoro called pubic hair. 

 

“Shit, shit! Fuck! Ahhh!” Sanji's body seized up and their pussy clenched around their fingers as their hips jerked as they came, drenching their hand.

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Sanji awoke from what felt a throbbing aching pain in their gut, their lower belly and back hurt like mad. It was similar to cramping in the stomach from so long on the rock. Sanji curled up into a tight ball, drawing their knees to their chest, only then noticing the dampness underneath them. Had they pissed themself!?  

 

Sanji placed a hand to their belly trying to rub away the pain. It hurt to stay curled up like this but also eased the pain somehow. Fuck, where was Chopper when you needed him? Hopefully wherever Chopper was, he was safe. 

 

Sanji lost track of time, so when the door to their room creaked open, they grimaced at the light pouring in. Fuck, they were running so late, Sanji hated it. Being late was never a good thing- if you're on time you're late. 

 

“Are you okay in there?” A familiar blonde head peaked in the room. Tibany stepped into the room in a pastel blue dress, and all Sanji could do was groan. “I'll take that as a no.” Tibany came to sit on their bed. “What's wrong?”

 

Sanji wept, he had been awful to Tibany and yet here she was expressing concern over him, what the fuck was wrong with them? “Nothing! Go away.” Sanji snapped, hating how vulnerable they felt. “I'm fine.”

 

“I don't believe that for a second. You can tell me sugar. I'm here to help.” Tibany patted his shoulder. 

 

Before they could protest, another throbbing pain hit them, and Sanji swore they felt something ooze out of their vagina. “I don't know, it hurts, my stomach, my back, my hips…I…I.” Sanji didn't want to admit this. They had never been the type to wet the bed.

 

“Go on, sugar, tell Tibany everything,” her voice cooed.

 

“I,” Sanji swallowed, “wet the bed.”

 

“Let me see somethin’ real quick.” Before Sanji could protest, Tibany ripped the covers off their body. “Mmhmm, just what I thought. Ya started yer period.”

 

“My what?!” Sanji shouted, alarmed. “But I'm a man! Or was a man!” 

 

“And now look at cha- a woman. Congratulations, sweetie,” Tibany chirped. 

 

“Fuck you,” Sanji groaned, still curled into a tight ball of pain. 

 

Tibany only laughed at their pain and misery. “I'll get you a little something to help with the pain. A shower will help. Wear something comfy and not tight. Then we will fight. Gotta get used to it, sugar.” 

 

After a few pills, a shower, and putting on something loose and comfortable (fuck, Sanji missed that blue hoodie) they were ready to fight… for the most part. They were under no delusions that they would win. Tibany had been the first person he had met on the island- the Okama was rather tall and strong- but Sanji still had to try. 

Chapter 3

Summary:

Then end of the og chapter 1 lol

It had taken a few tries to get used to fighting while bleeding out of their vagina, but Sanji did eventually beat Tibany. They both stood in Tibany’s pink kitchen. Tibany was wearing a short pink skirt and a pink and white striped long sleeve shirt. 

 

“Now, I heard that yer captain eats a lot of meat, so I doctored up my recipes to work with any meat, it’s very versatile.” Tibany began pushing up the sleeves of her shirt before starting her mise en place, chopping up meat and vegetables. “This recipe had been in my family for generations so I just had to turn it into my first recipe for attack cuisine. My Grammy- bless her heart- must be rolling around in her grave seeing me dressed like this teaching ya how to make the family recipe.”

 

“Oh, I take it that she didn't approve of your life choices?” Sanji asked. They knew a little about that. 

 

“That’s an understatement,” Tibany laughed. “But it's fine. I have family here now.” 

 

“I have a question… if Ivankov can turn someone into a woman then why do you…?” Sanji began to ask, unsure if they should continue. 

 

“Look like this?” Tibany finished. “Well, I like my body, I like my face and my body hair. Some of the others couldn't turn because Iva was gone but I chose to look this way. I worked damn hard for this body.” Tibany paused in their mise en place to lift their shirt showing off their abs. “Look at these beauties!” She slapped her abs with a proud grin. Tibany put the shirt back down and got back to work. 

 

“Ahh, I guess that makes sense. This is all new to me.” Sanji admitted. “I reacted badly.” 

 

“It's okay, we did chase ya. Not the friendliest welcome. Anyhow, we gon’ brown the meat in oil after seasoning. Salt and pepper.”

 

“Of course, where would we be without them?” Sanji remarked. 

 

“Garlic powder, onion powder, smoked paprika, and cayenne pepper. First we brown our andouille sausage.” Tibany dumped the cut up sausage into the pan. Sanji could hear the sizzle as the meat hit the pan. They scooped out the browned sausages and repeated the process with pork, chicken and some beef. “Normally, I don't use this much meat, like I said, but andouille or smoked sausage is a must along with at least one other kinda meat.”

 

“Yeah, it is a little meat heavy for most of the crew but Luffy will love it. The rubbery bastard would only eat meat if I let him.” Sanji missed there menace of a captain, they hoped where ever he was Luffy was well fed. 

 

“Sounds like Rowan,” Tibany laughed and then paused. “Kinda, they'd only eat tofu if we let them.” 

 

“I'm guessing that's their favorite food.” They had said the other two recipes he could learn were tofu based. 

 

“Oh yes, next we add The Holy Trinity, as a chef I'm sure you’ve seen a fair share of different base veggies.” Tibany began pouring in the vegetables, a mix of onion, bell peppers and celery. 

 

“And you would be right.” Everything was smelling fantastic already, they would have to cut down on the spice for Chopper. They watched as garlic and Worcestershire were added shortly after. Sanji leaned closer to smell what was cooking. “They should make a cologne of this here,” Tibany joked as they stirred. “The smell of them onions soaking up all that seasoning from the meat.”

 

“Ahh, food cologne would be nice, not just baked goods and fruit.” Sanji agreed as Tibany added chicken stock and deglazed the pan. Then the meat was added back to the pot once most of the liquid was gone.

 

Tibany added a lot more chicken stock and then the rice. Sanji watched as she seasoned it again. “Some people add shrimp, but I'm allergic to shellfish.” 

 

“That's unfortunate.” Sanji loved seafood, all sorts of it. They couldn't imagine not being able to have any. 

 

When the liquid was completely absorbed by the rice, Tibany served it. Sanji held a steaming bowl in their hands. They took a large bite, trying to get everything in one go. It was spicy, rich and savory. The meat was well seasoned and juicy, the smoked sausage was crispy and slightly charred, adding a smoky flavor. The vegetables were so soft they melted into their mouth. 

 

“Good, ain't it?” Tibany asked, digging into their own bowl. 

 

“Very good, a little meaty, as expected, but Luffy would devour the entire pot and then try to steal from everyone else.” Sanji smiled thinking about their captain. 

 

“Really? Damn! Must be one helluva job tryin’ keep him fed.” Tibany remarked. 

 

“Oh, you have no idea, but I relish the challenge.” 

Chapter 4

Sanji had found somewhere small to squeeze themselves into, their hands tangled in their hair and tugging at it. They were about to start round two of their challenges and would soon be back to being a man if they kept going at this rate. It’d been two months since they had become a woman and they were a third of the way done.

Sanji should be celebrating that fact but inside they were filled with fear and disgust. The thought of being a man again was horrifying- but could they really go back to their crew like this? Sure, Luffy wouldn't give a fuck- if she could still cook then Luffy would be fine even if she grew an extra head. Franky would sob and call her cook-sis, Brook would ask to see her panties and get kicked for it, Chopper would want a full exam but that was his job as a doctor and as a reindeer Chopper didn’t really get human’s expression of gender and sex outside of medical necessity. Robin would stand back, amused at the crew's antics. Usopp would tell her some story about helping someone transition or something, it would be crazy and wild. The real problem lay with Nami, and worse of all, Zoro. What would her beloved Nami say? What would she think? What if she thought Sanji was only doing this to peek at her and Robin?! Zoro- fuck- Zoro- they had made out in Water 7, during a party celebrating Robin’s rescue. They hadn't spoken about that night- what if Zoro thought their new body was disgusting?

What about Zeff? Zeff had been her father for the past nine years, he had taken her under his wing- or peg leg- and raised her, trained her, taught her. He had even bought Sanji her first suit. What would he think of her now? A man was supposed to protect women, not become one.

“There you are, we've been looking all for you.” A familiar voice spoke from above. “We found her!” Tibany poked her head under where Sanji had squeezed into. “Why don't ya come on out now sugar? That can't be very comfortable.” Tibany offered out a hand. “Everyone is really worried about cha. Come out and talk to us.”

Sanji didn't want to come out but there was no use hiding anyone seeing as they had been found. So she took the offered hand and crawled out of her hiding spot.

“I'd rather you leave me alone,” Sanji grumbled. She'd just have to find a better hiding spot next time. She didn't want to burden anyone with her issues, she just needed some time to hide them.

“Ya gotta talk about stuff or it'll fester.” Tibany grabbed Sanji's hand and practically dragged her along. “We're all gonna sit down and talk.”

It wasn't long before Sanji was surrounded by concerned people, all the friends she’d somehow managed to make while here on this island. While she missed her crew they had made the time apart bearable.

“What's the matter honey?” Jasmine cooed softly.

“You can tell us anything.” Rowan was a steady voice in her ear.

The voices began to merge as everyone began to speak at once. Sanji couldn't help but smile, it was nice, if not strange, to have so many people concerned and worried over her. Sanji was used to taking care of everyone, not the other way around. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to ease her burdens and allow someone to shoulder them even if it was only for a short time.

“How did you tell the people you love what you are and how did they react? I know that Tibany- you said your grandmother wasn't thrilled with it- but what about the rest of your family?”

“Well, none of them were happy about it, but I had to do what was best for myself.” Rowan admitted.

“You should do the same, if your friends and family can't accept you for who you are then you don't need them in your life.” Jasmine stated patting Sanji's back.

“Even if they have done so much for you? Even if you owe them your life?” Sanji asked, thinking about Zeff and his peg leg. He didn't have to dive in after her, eat his own leg for her, yet he did all that and still let her remain with him. He raised her, the old geezer was a far better father than Judge could ever hope to be.

“Yes, even then. Why don't you write this person a letter? No use worrying over something if you don't have a clear answer,” Rowan suggested.

Maybe she would do just that.

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Sanji sat down with a pen and paper ready to try and write to Zeff. The desk was littered with crumpled papers, her ashtray was filled with cigarette butts and her leg bounced under the table, betraying her nerves. Perhaps this wouldn't be so awkward if she had just written to him before now. But it was still better than him finding out when she got a new wanted poster (here's hoping it was better than the last.)

 

Old Geezer

I'm not a man, I'm a woman. If you can't accept that then this is goodbye. Thank you for everything, but I can't hide who I am.

Sanji

Sanji looked at the incredibly short letter with trepidation in her gut. She quickly folded it and shoved it into the envelope. If she didn't do this now, she never would. Sanji closed the envelope and sent it on its way.

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Sanji and Rowan were slicing oranges and lemons for Rowan's second recipe, the icy granada that topped the chocolate tofu mousse, a perfect treat to beat the scorching heat outside.

Both of them squeezed the life out of the citrus fruits before adding the juice to a large metal tray with a bit of sugar.

“Just how many tofu recipes do you know?" Sanji asked as they loaded the tray into the freezer.

“Oh countless, I love tofu and the versatility of it. When I'm feeling lazy I just whip up a quick sauce to pour over the top of it and eat it as is. Sometimes I'll throw something on top for a bit of a crunchy texture. Green onion, peanuts one time, those crisp onions that Tibany uses all the time.” Sanji copied Rowan as they melted chocolate, no tempering required since it was just going to be mixed with the tofu. “I'm not a vegetarian, I just grew up eating tofu all the time. A lot of people think that tofu is just a meat replacement and not an ingredient in its own right.”

“I shall admit, before meeting you I mostly used it as such, we didn't use tofu often on the Baratie, it was mainly a seafood restaurant.” Sanji admitted.

To a rather large bowl they both began to break up the blocks of tofu before adding the melted chocolate, sifted cocoa powder and maple syrup.

“Surprisingly, we don't have many seafood secret recipes to my knowledge.” Rowan admitted. “I mean sure, we eat it, but it's just not as often as I'm sure you cooked in that restaurant of yours.” Using more than one blender they added the tofu mix and blended till it was a silky texture.

“While I still cook a lot of seafood since joining my crew I've had to make some strange things to keep everyone fed between islands. Once Franky joined and I got a much larger locking fridge it’s gotten a lot easier.” Sanji admitted as she began spooning the mousse into bowls.

“What was the strangest thing you made?” Rowan asked.

“Hmm, toss between dinosaur meat and seagull stew. Luffy is a bottomless pit, I would have to guard the kitchen at night sometimes.” And still he would somehow manage to eat everything he could shove in mouth.

“Never had either,” Rowan admitted. “Where do you even find dinosaur meat?” Rowan took the Granada out of the freezer and began to scrape it until it was almost slushy like consistency and topped the mouse with it.

“Little garden was the second island we stopped at when we first entered the grand line.” Sanji and Rowan began to place the bowls on massive serving platters before carrying the cool dessert out for everyone. “It's almost like a time capsule, their dinosaurs and many other seemingly extinct creatures, not to mention ancient diseases. We almost lost our lovely navigator to one, but we got a doctor out of it.”

Rowan began to pile all the bowls onto large serving plates. “Ready to go?”

“Yah.” Apparently the second round would include serving everyone. Sanji really hoped this wouldn't be like the Baratie and the shitty customers.

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Sanji stood fully dressed in their full length mirror. It had been a few months of fighting and learning new recipes. Sanji had gotten used to their new body, and the changes it had brought. The letter she had sent to Zeff had helped her come to terms with what she desired.

They had put on a light pink dress with a high neck and short skirt. They’d been avoiding it for the past two months, afraid of how much they would enjoy it. Sanji twirled in the mirror, watching as the skirt moved across her legs. On her feet were pink heels with a darker pink bottom and bow.

“This is me,” Sanji boldly told the mirror. “I am a woman.” Sanji should ask Jasmine for make-up help, another thing she had avoided.

She would never give up her suits, but she loved how dresses and skirts made her legs look. She flexed the hard won leg muscles in the mirror, proud of her accomplishments. She even managed to defeat all 33 kempo masters for the first round and was well on her way to defeating them for a second time.

“Sanji!” Gloria's voice called out as they knocked on the door. “Come on out, you can't hide away all day, we have to fight you know!”

“Give me a fucking second, will you?” Sanji huffed and rolled her eyes, forcing herself to look away from the mirror and open the door. Gloria stood on the other side.

“Well well well, look at you, don't you look pretty as a picture. Are you ready to fight?” she asked as she took Sanji's arm and dragged her down the hall. “I promise I can pronounce this dish.”

“No, I have something to do first.” Sanji knew it was pointless to dig in their heels, Gloria would just pick her up. Over half the people on this island were freakishly strong.

“Oh?” Gloria stopped and turned to look at her.

“I want Jasmine to do my make-up,” Sanji admitted out loud.

“That's the first time you've asked that! Oh, Jasmine is going to be so happy! This will just make her day.”

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It had been a while since she last sat in this chair. But this time was different, this time Sanji was no longer in denial.

“I'm so happy to see you again, honey!” Jasmine cooed, her hair and beard were in a braid this time, with small white flowers threaded through both. She stared down at her lips painted a startling shade of blue. “Are you excited to learn all about the wonders of make-up?”

“Umm, maybe.” Sanji was a little hesitant after seeing the vibrant color of Jasmine's lipstick, she of course looked beautiful as every woman did but Sanji wasn't on board with the idea for herself.

“Talk to me, what's got you hesitating?” Sanji didn't want to say it but Jasmine just stared back waiting for the answer. “I have all day but I know you want to get to fighting and cooking.” Jasmine pointed out.

Sanji sighed, Jasmine had a point. “It's just your lipstick, I don't know if I want to wear such a color on my lips.”

“And you don't have to. Heck, you don't even have to wear lipstick if you don't wanna. Now, I see you've kept up the skin care routine I gave you.”

“Of course I did. Just because my products were left back on the Sunny doesn't mean I wouldn't keep up with my routine.” Between Chopper, Usopp and herself they had been able to make products for her and her ladies, saving a good amount of money in the process.

“All right, let's get started. Primer is the first step, it helps the makeup stick to your skin better.” Jasmine touched their face with something slightly sticky and cool to the touch. “Then we go in with blocking your curled brows. This step isn't necessary if you want to keep them.” Jasmine explained.

“Teach me anyway, even if it doesn't last.” Sanji didn't want to touch that fact with a 10 foot pole, and didn't want to think about their birth family.

“Don't worry, we will block them this time. Since your brows aren't thick I didn't think you'd need it. But we can try this method and see what happens.”

“All right, let's do this.” Sanji would love to remove any trace of the Vinsmokes from her life. Maybe she'd take the time to do this before going on any islands they stop at.

“First step is to clean up the brows, just to make sure the glue sticks to the hairs.” Jasmine began.

“Glue?” Sanji asked, confused and concerned as Jasmine cleaned up her brows.

“Don't worry, it's safe for the skin. Now we're gonna glue the fuck outta the brows.” She rubbed glue all up in her brows. Jasmine then took the glue stick and smashed the glue up before she took a spoolie to them. “When the brows are nice and flat we clean off the extra glue.”

“Now for the make-up?”

“Nope! We’ll repeat the process when the glue dries.” Jasmine took a folding fan and waved in Sanji's face before glueing down their brows again. “Now, we take translucent powder and just stamp in the powder we press and roll with a powder puff.” Sanji closed their eyes as Jasmine attacked them with a giant puff. “Bake it, then brush the excess off.”

“Bake? What does this have to do with cooking?”

Jasmine just laughs at her and after a few minutes brushes her face. “High coverage foundation sticks do not use liquid for this step. Then you tamp and smooth it down with a dry sponge. Then powder for the last time. Et voila, no eyebrows!”

Sanji took a look in the mirror. “Woah, that's a weird look!” Sanji stared at themselves in the mirror. “Can I get some eyebrows now?”

“Sure! Some people do this so they have more room for shadows, they draw them higher up or thinner.” Sanji watched as Jasmine drew on new eyebrows, it still was odd seeing how similar to her mother they were.

“Prime the lids before we add on the colors, it helps with creasing, and makes the color more pigmented. Now, a general rule of thumb if you want normal makeup, lightest color under the brow, darkest color in the crease and medium shade on the lid. That's just your basic three color or three shade style. We can get into more complex looks later.” Jasmine showed her an all pink pallet. “Fluffy brush is for blending and flat brush for packing on color. Don't worry, I will make you the perfect shadow pallet for you to take with you.”

“All right.” Sanji was a little overwhelmed by all of this info, she never knew make-up could be so time consuming and so many steps. Maybe they would just stick to something simple for everyday. She couldn't imagine waking up even earlier just to put on makeup.

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“Today I can pronounce the dish.” Gloria bragged a twinkle in her brown eyes.

Sanji smirked. “Is that so?”

“Yes miss. Smarty pants, Dakbokkeumtang with chestnuts. You can make it without but add a bit more sugar. It's a spicy one pot chicken stew…unless you want a side of rice, but that's extra. I do like eating all the chicken and veggies before adding the rice to my bowl of broth and it's almost like two meals in one!” Gloria began to dig everything out she needed. “It's from a little island in the south blue.” Sanji took a peak at the seasonings laid out.

“Well traveled I see.” Sanji commented as they began washing all the chicken.

“Yup, I am indeed or well I was when I was still in the marines.” Sanji copied Gloria as she trimmed the chicken before cutting slits in the meat. “Worst mistake of my life.”

“That sucks.” Sanji didn't know how to respond as they dumped all the chicken in a pot of boiling water.

As Gloria and her chopped the onions, carrots and potatoes. Gloria began to speak. “My dream was to travel the world. So I figured joining the marines was the most logical option.” She paused to skim the scum floating to the top of the water out. “It was the safest option but I saw so much awful shit they did. Not just in the name of justice but because they could get away with it. Sure I got to travel but at what cost?” Sanji thought of the young boy she had met, a young chef in training, a marine looking for the all blue, would he one day regret his decision? “Are you willing to pay any price for your dream?” Gloria asked her as she began to add soy sauce, mirian, fish sauce, gochujang, gochugaru, chopped garlic and grated ginger. “Since we have chestnuts, just a bit of sugar if you don't add more sugar

“It's not just my dream,” Sanji admitted. “It's one I share.”

“Oh?” Gloria prompted as she drained and rinsed the chicken.

“Zeff gave up his leg for me and his dream. The same dream as my own.” Sanji owed him her life, a debt she could never repay. Sanji added the seasoning to the pot after Gloria returned the chicken, adding the stock to the bowl to make sure to get everything as Gloria added the potatoes, onions, carrots and chestnuts.

“Now it simmers for 30 mins just enough time to make the rice.” Gloria turned her. “So what is your dream?”

“Have you heard of the all blue?” Sanji asked as she started the rice.

“Hmm vaguely, something about all the seas.” Gloria shrugged. “Sounded like a fairy tale and I didn't have any interest in it.”

“That's common, most people think it's just for children, but it's real, it has to be.” Sanji explained. “It's a dream I share with Zeff and a young marine boy I met. He worked in the kitchens just as I once did when I was even younger than him. It's a sea that has fish from all four blues. It's a chef's paradise, something I've dreamed about since I was a small child.” It was what kept her going during their time in the dungeon.

After chopping the green onions, drizzling sesame oil and seeds the stew was ready.

“First bite!” Gloria handed her a bowl of stew and a bowl of rice.

Sanji pulled the meat off the bone using her chopsticks and she blew on the chicken before taking a bite. The chicken was juicy and tender, the sauce was spicy and sweet from the chestnuts, savory and hearty with all the root vegetables mixed in. When Sanji finished all the meat and vegetables she added the sauce to her rice, mixing well. The rice soaked up all the broth, almost creating a second helping.

“Delicious.”

Chapter 5

“You moping about like this is sooo not cute,” Perona graciously informed Zoro, perching on the edge of his bed. “What is it this time?” she asked him like the wonderful pseudo big sister that she was. It was such hard work looking after a little brother especially when he could be so ungrateful sometimes. “Missing your boyfriend?” He was so devoted to his silly captain it was almost sickening how sweet it was.

“The damn curly brow cook is not my boyfriend!” Zoro growled at her face turning bright red.

Perona squealed. “Oh my gosh! You have a crush!” And not who she had expected.

“No I don't!” Zoro shouted, panic painted across his face.

“Oh really? Then you wouldn't mind if I hit on him?” Perona wasn't interested in him. From what she had seen he had too much dog energy, like a big golden retriever, she would prefer a black cat type of boyfriend or girlfriend. Someone dark and broody, mysterious and also still cute. If Mihawk wasn't so old he'd be much more aligned to her tastes. “Maybe we could go on a nice date, write each other love letters.” Perona grinned at the horror on Zoro's face. “Maybe even kiss under the stars.”

“If I admit it, will you shut up?”

“Yup! Now tell me everything. When did you first realize you had a crush?” Perona needed the gossip, this castle was amazing but also so boring, with only monkeys and men to talk to. “When are your birthdays?! I have to make sure you’re compatible!”

“Always, fuck - when I first saw him hold the marine who shot a cannon at us by the throat, the bastards feet not even on the floor, I was gone. But the damn asshole just had fucking ruin it by being a damn skirt chaser.” The pout on his stupid face was oddly adorable. “What does us being compatible have to do with our birthdays? He's March 2nd and mine's November 11th.”

“Don't worry about a thing.” She patted his back. “I have decided! In all my adorable generosity to help you get your man!” Perona laughed at Zoro's horror stricken face. “When these two years are up you'll be able to woo your man in no time.”
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“Zoro!” Perona floated through his bedroom door just as he sank down into the mattress after a hard day training. “I finished your compatibility!” Perona started cheerfully as she hovered above him.

“Huh?” Zoro had no fucking idea what she was on about. That didn't seem to deter her as she waved a pink and black notebook in the air.

“First off you’re both water signs. Pisces is a mutable sign and Scorpio is a fixed sign. Pisces and Scorpio make for a ride-or-die pairing when it comes to friendship. This zodiac pair has one another’s backs through thick and thin. Both of them lead with their emotions, so they do tend to take action based on how they are feeling.” Perona began while Zoro didn't understand most of it, some did make sense, how many times had he and the cook fought back to back?

“I guess you're not wrong.” Curly was rather emotional.

“Trust and loyalty are the cornerstones to working your way into any Scorpio’s life, so in order to maintain this friendship, Pisces will have to be respectful of Scorpio’s privacy. Pisces is a mutable sign and prefers variety and flexibility, which can also make them a bit flaky. Scorpio also has a tendency to get jealous from time to time and if they don’t feel like they’re the most important friend in people's lives, they may take it out on them in a passive aggressive way.”

“Who's who?” Perona glared at him.

“You're the Scorpio and Sanji the Pisces. Any more questions?”

“No.” He in fact had so many but it would just go over his head.

“Good! Now I'll continue!” Perona squealed with excitement. “Oh how I want someone so compatible! Anyway on to sex!” Zoro perked up at the mention of sex, everyone knew what a horny bastard Sanji was.

“Sex between a Pisces and Scorpio is intense and orgasmic. Two water signs using their intuition as a guide to their partners’ bodies. Some may find that they naturally know how to please one another and what feels good. Scorpio’s sex appeal is legendary but Pisces’ charm and beauty is a close second.” Zoro could help but to grin smugly - he was legendary in bed. “Ewww wipe the gross look off your face!”

“Hey, you're the one who said I was legendary in the sack.” Zoro shrugged.

“Uggh, moving on!” Perona flipped through the pages of her notebook. Maybe he should take a page out of Nami’s book and steal it later.

“Now, for romantic compatibility! Now, if a Pisces and Scorpio decide to date, honesty is extremely important. Scorpio likely has trust issues and Pisces’ dual nature can leave Scorpio feeling a little unsettled. Pisces is no stranger to white lies or exaggerating the truth. This isn’t done maliciously—Pisces is incredibly empathetic and doesn’t wish to cause anyone pain, but they also can be avoidant when it comes to conflict.” Physical conflict the cook had no issues with, other than that she hit the nail on the head. “These two will need to discuss boundaries in their union and air any dirty laundry from their past and present before forming a solid foundation for the relationship to grow and thrive.”

Zoro nodded along, he did suspect Sanji was hiding something from the crew, like Nami and Robin. He just hoped whatever it was didn't blow up in the crew's face.

“Want to know about marriage?” Perona asked him, peeking above her notebook.

“Isn't it too soon? Fuck, we're not even dating.”

“Hmm, you have a point. I’ll just send it to you later.”

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Sanji couldn't believe she was doing this, but she wanted to make sure it wasn't something to do with the hormones or whatever Ivankov does that was causing her to be this way. To feel so fuckin horny all the damn time. Sanji had been rather amorous as a man but he could swear it was at least twice as bad now that he was a woman. They way their breasts swayed and bounced during a fight, just brushing against her nipple would send shivers down her spine. It was a good thing she was used to working on little sleep since she swore she was up half the night masturbating.

“Come in!” Ivankov's voice called to them here at the door. Sanji opened the door. “Candy-chan! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Umm, I think something may have gone wrong when you turned me into a woman. Like maybe you used too many hormones or whatever.” Sanji began blushing and squirming in her seat. She tugged at her hair.

“Not that I know of. What's the problem? I can't help if you don't talk to me.”

“I'm experiencing arousal, a lot of it. I can't stop thinking about it and I don't know how to make it stop.”

“Let me ask you something. Are you attracted to women?”

“Yes! Women are perfect and wonderful! So soft and smooth, they smell so wonderful!” Sanji could go on and on. “The way they smile, their laughter, eyes, nose…”

“All right, that's enough now.“ Ivankov held up a gloved hand. “It's simple really, not only are you happier in your new body but you're attracted to yourself. Your fingers may also just not be enough for you, some women need more. Now if you don't need anything else…”

“Fine, I'll see my way out.” Sanji rolled her eyes and left unsatisfied with the answer she was given.

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Sanji ached from that last fight, in the end she managed to win. Before they could do anything, before taking her shoes off even their on her night stand was something vaguely phallic shaped. Sanji had been to a few sex stores to buy dirty magazines before, but always tried to ignore the dildos everywhere. But there on the nightstand was a pink sparkly one with a note attached to it. A small bottle of what she could only assume was lube stood next to the dildo. Her insides gave an involuntary throb from between her legs. She already had her fingers deep inside of her vagina, could she really shove something so large inside of her? Would it even fit?

“Fuck I’m not actually considering this, am I?”

Sanji quickly stripped before putting on a short silky baby doll. She needed to break the habit she had acquired of sleeping naked. She sat on the bed, taking her hair out of the braid and started brushing it, staring at the dildo. Sanji always had a pretty high libido, but she could swear since becoming a woman it had only ramped up.

Her pussy was already throbbing at the thought of having something larger than her fingers inside of her. Sanji put her brush down and braided her hair while still staring at the dildo. Sanji could just picture it, spreading her lips apart slowly sinking inch by inch into her wet, needy pussy until the flared base was flush against her heated flesh. She could feel her panties growing damp with her arousal, she had a feeling that this was a gift left by Ivankov after their little conversation.

“Fuck it!” Sanji grabbed the damn thing as soon as she was done braiding her hair and leaned back against the pillows, she slid her wet panties down her legs and trailed her fingers across her pussy smearing her sticky cream around her clit rubbing it before she slipped a finger deep inside of herself working on stretching herself.

Sanji threw their head back, gasping as they slid a second finger into their pussy, scissoring the fingers. “Shit, at least the dildo is large.” Sanji grabbed the slim thing, rubbing the hard silicon against her clit, more arousal gushing out of her, soaking the sheets underneath her. Maybe the lube wasn't necessary after all as she coated the thing in her own slick. There was a vibrating dial on the bottom of the dildo and honestly Sanji was eager to try it.

“Here we go.” Sanji moved so they were facing the large mirror in the room. If she wasn't already aroused, the vision before her eyes would do the trick.

Her thighs were shiny and slick, her blonde curly pubic hair dark and damp, her clit engorged and her lips spread. Sanji guided the tip of the dildo slowly into her. Moaning at how full it already made her feel. It was solid and unyielding as she battered down her doors taking her virginity. Sanji slowly pushed it all the way in.

Sanji panted, pausing in her movements. “Ohhh fuck!” It felt so large inside of her, even though she was aware it wasn't that big. Her own cock had been larger but it was bigger than her own fingers. The glide hadn't been as smooth as she had hoped for. Sanji fumbled around for the lube. She popped the top and poured a generous amount down her twitching vagina as she began to pull the dildo out making sure to coat it. Sanji pushed it back in her awaiting hole with a sigh. “Mmm, much better.” The glide was much smoother this time around.

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“Have you heard of biscuits and gravy?” Tibany asked as they both began to work on the biscuit dough adding flour to the bowls.

Sanji shook her head. “I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume you don't mean using the biscuits to soak up the leftover gravy on the plate.”

“Nope! This here is a white gravy, or a pepper gravy, it's got sausage in it. Then ya just pour the sausage gravy over open buttermilk biscuits. I like to top it with a fried egg sometimes.” Together they added baking powder, salt and cold butter before they massaged the butter into the flour. “Ya gotta make them biscuits in a cast iron for extra flavor.” Tibany added buttermilk and so did she. “We want some flakey biscuits.” They took the dough out of the bowl and began roll and fold for a bit before cutting said dough into rounds

“What's it like?” Tibany asked as the biscuits went into the oven.

“What's what like?” Sanji asked, raising a confused brow. “You'll have to be more specific.”

“Living on the sea?”

“Mmm, I don't know of any other way if I'm honest. This is the longest in been on solid ground. But I can't wait to get back on the Sunny. I miss the sea so much, I miss the waves crashing against the hull, the miles and miles of nothing but blue. The salty air, the fresh catch. Usopp was our best fisher, he always had something wonderful for me to cook up.” While they talked the sausage browned, taking the cooked meat out of the pan. She added butter to the pan and once it was melted added flour, cooking it until it was a slight golden paste. “Exploring new and different islands is a nice break and chance to try new ingredients, but I'm always eager to get back to the ship.” The milk was added slowly as she stirred.

“Now, depending on how thick you like your gravy is when you stop. I like it like this.” Tibany lifted her spoon letting the gravy coat it before sliding back into the pan. The meat was added back into the pan and so was the seasoning.

The biscuits were done and coming out of the oven piping hot, Sanji watched as Tibany split open a biscuit and spooned the sausage and gravy over the biscuits.

“And done! Have a taste before we feed everyone else.” Sanji took the plate from her, feeling awkward. She was used to eating with or after the crew never before. She dug in, the biscuits were warm and flakey, the gravy was creamy, rich and savory. It worked shockingly well together.

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“Sanji, you got mail!” Jasmine waved the envelope in her face with her free hand, the other holding a blue case with a gold heart clasp. “Oh, and your new makeup bag, but that can wait ‘til after you've read your mail.” Jasmine handed the envelope over.

“Oh, thank you.” Sanji sat down and took the letter in her shaking hands, staring at it. She was dimly aware of Jasmine taking a seat next to her. “Get a grip! Just open the damn thing.” Sanji told herself before ripping it open.

Eggplant

Good to know you're not dead. You've finally remembered how to write, I see. What's this business about you being a woman? Since when? And why the damn hell would you need to say goodbye?
Call me.

Zeff

Sanji clutched the short letter to her chest, a weight lifted off of it. Zeff was important to her, and she would have hated to say goodbye. While the letter was short he hadn't out right dismissed her.

“So what's it say?” Jasmine asked.

“That old geezer wants to talk.” Sanji huffed. “Except I don't have a den den.”

“I do! I always have it with me, I'm one of the few that are still close with their family so I keep one with me almost all the time. You can use it if you want.” Jasmine pulled out a snail a few shades lighter than her blue hair. “Here, do you want some moral support?”

Sanji took the snail from her with a grateful smile. “Yes please, if you don't mind his swearing. I learned most of my foul language from him.”

Jasmine giggled. “I don't mind, he sounds fun.”

Sanji picked up the receiver and dialed the number to the Baratie. “Mind if I smoke?” She asked Jasmine as the snail rang.

“Nope, go ahead.” Jasmine smiled.

Sanji lit up a cigarette, glad to have something to do with her hand as she waited for the call to connect.

“Welcome to the Baratie. What do you want?” Carne answered the den den, sounding bored. It was early this time, everyone was just getting ready for the day.

“Carne it's Sanji, put the old geezer on.” Sanji spoke, sounding a lot calmer than she actually felt.

“Sanji? You don't sound like Sanji.” Carne sounded skeptical.

“Put the old geezer on the dam snail before I find a way to put my foot up your ass!” She snapped, she didn't want to have to explain more than once right now.

“Fuck it is you, I’ll just bug Zeff about it later. Hey, shit heads, Sanji’s on the den den!” Carnes' voice shouted, Sanji could soon hear the clamor of several voices speaking at once. She watched as the poor snail tried to morph between the voices. Sanji honestly couldn't understand a single word being said.

“Enough! Back to work before I kick all your asses!” Zeff's voice broke through the cacophony of sound. Sanji's heart sped up as the snail grew Zeff’s signature mustache. “Don't bother me unless something’s on fire!”

“Yes chef!” Sanji heard the echo of everyone's reply.

A few minutes passed by before she heard Zeff’s voice again. “Eggplant, what the fuck was with that letter you sent me? The hell do you mean you're a woman? Last I fucking knew you were a man, is this some kinda devil fruit?”

“You're not wrong exactly. I've always felt wrong, never understood it or had words to explain it.” Jasmine's gentle touch on her leg grounded her. “When the crew was separated I landed on an island with a strange group of people.” Sanji could help but smile fondly. “They dressed up in women's clothes. Zeff, I loved it, every second of it, but it scared me too.” Sanji took a shaky breath. “I don't want to go back to being a man. I can't do it even if it means disappointing you. The thing about the devil fruit is, well you're not wrong. Ivankov changed me from a man into a woman.“ Sanji finished her explanation and waited for Zeff's response.

“I don't really understand what you're talking about, but are you happy eggplant?” Zeff asked after a long pause.

“Yes, I am.” The only thing that would make her happier is returning to her crew and being accepted by everyone she loved.

“Then I suppose I have a daughter now.”

Chapter 6

Tonight was the night, Sanji would try the vibrator function on her toy. She shivered in anticipation. She was eager to expand her sexual horizons, maybe this time she could stop thinking about Zoro so fucking much. Sanji pinched and pulled her nipples not wanting to start with the toy right away. 

 

“Mmm.” Sanji moaned, her nipples still as sensitive as ever, what would it feel like to have Zoro's mouth on the dusky rose buds? 

 

Shit, Sanji was already thinking of the green-haired bastard. She could feel how wet she already was and how needy she felt. 

 

“Fuck princess your dripping, all for me.” Zoro growled, hovering over her, his large fingers dipping between her thighs, coating them in her slick. 

 

Sanji gasped, her eyes flying open. She hadn't even realized she even shut them. This stupid crush on Zoro was really annoying. She didn't even know if he even liked her back! One drunk make-out didn't mean shit. Sanji tried to recall a scene from a romance novel she had read. It was a mafia romance novel. 

 

What have we here?” Viktor asked with a smile. Viktor took Yolanda's foot and placed it on his shoulder before kissing his way up Yolanda's leg. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath his lips. “My kotik (pussycat), what such sweet skin you have.” Viktor sucked a mark on the woman's skin, causing a slight whimper to fall from Yolanda's lips. “Prekrasnyy (beautiful),” Yolanda looked down at him, her eyes dark with desire and her cheeks flushed. Viktor stood, pulling Yolanda flushed against his chest. Yolanda wrapped her legs around Viktors waist and Viktor took handfuls of Yolanda's lush ass as he attacked her sweet lips. Yolanda opened her mouth for Viktors tongue to plunder inside.

 

“Let's move this to a bedroom, unless I bend you over this desk and fuck you here.” Viktor growled after they broke apart. Yolanda, whose lips were wet and swollen, nodded eagerly. Viktor quickly headed for his room, depositing Yolanda on the bed before shedding her clothes, her black hair an inky spill across his blue sheets.

 

Sanji rubbed the toy against her clit before finally turning the toy on low. A soft hmm echoed through the room as she lost her breath for a moment. Her core tightened as the pleasure was overwhelming. 

 

“Ooh fuck fuck fuck!” Sanji cried out, her hips jerking as her pussy throbbed. At this rate it wouldn't take her long. 

 

Yolanda made her way down Viktor's chest, running her teeth and tongue, following the marks in his skin, the scars that can only come from a life of crime. One day she'd ask for the stories but today was for something else. Yolanda continued her travels down to the man’s impressive cock, well trimmed silver hair matched the hair atop his head. With a smirk Yolanda engulfed Viktor's cock. She moaned as it glided down her throat, her curling tongue wrapping it in an embrace. She closed her eyes, sucked long and hard savoring the sensation. She drew up to flick her tongue over the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Zoro's hands wrapped tightly in her blonde hair. His head thrown back, Sanji realised that if she didn't know better, Zoro could be bracing for pain rather than pleasure. Sanji slid back down Zoro cock gripping and stroking with her hands where her mouth did not reach yet.

 

“Oooo, Zoro!” Sanji cried out as the images in her head changed. She was cuming with Zoro's name on her lips.

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Sanji won the final battle to win her final recipe. Rowan had insisted on being the last one to battle against her. Sanji had come full circle, she started this with Rowan and a tofu dessert and will end it the same way. 

 

On the table was a piece of paper and a dish. The tofu was beautifully plated, round with little fruit and cream on top, it sat in a caramel colored sauce. Sanji tasted the fruit first, the sweet citrus of orange and the sweet, juicy slightly grainy texture of an East blue pear hit her tongue first. When Sanji put her spoon into the tofu she heard a delightful crack that reminded her of creme brulee. The tofu had sucked up so much sweet citrus while still maintaining its creamy texture. Sanji could taste the orange and the sour tartness that was a cross between mandarin orange, lemon and grapefruit that was yuzu. The sauce was a simple yuzu and orange syrup. Nami would simply adore this. Sanji looked at the paper on the table.

 

Dear Sanji. 

Congratulations on 99 wins. This is your final secret recipe, I call this yuzu tofu creme brulee, please enjoy it before you recreate it. After this is over you will be able to invent your own recipe. I look forward to tasting it. 

 

Rowan 

 

Sanji brought the dish to the counter to continue to taste it while she worked. Sanji trimmed the block of firm tofu in a small circular shape. She stored the rest back into the fridge before she got out oranges and yuzu soju. Sanji peeled the orange and added it to the pan with the yuzu soju. Let that simmer for a few moments before placing the tofu into the pan. She basted it in the sauce for a while, letting the tofu soak up all the citrus flavor like a sponge. She removed the tofu and set it on a plate. 

 

Sanji kept the heat on low to reduce and thicken the sauce. She sprinkled a generous amount of sugar on top of the tofu before torching it. When making creme brulee you wanted that nice crack. Sanji sliced East blue pear and took the orange for earlier and placed segments of it on top before developing cream. The sauce had a fine caramel consistency. Sanji poured the final component into the shallow bowl. 

 

“And done, 99 secret recipes,” Sanji couldn't wait to share with her crew. 

 

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Sanji was hard at work creating her secret recipe. They of course chose fish - would Sanji really be themselves if they had chosen otherwise? Tibany sat on the kitchen counter digging into Zeff’s seafood fried rice. That was her back up plan if she couldn't create something better. Sanji patted the sea beat fillets dry before seasoning them in salt, pepper, dill and orange zest. 

 

“This is sooo good Sanji! Why not use this?” Tibany asked as she dug in. 

 

“For one, I want to make my own. Two, it has personal meaning and I'm not too sure I want too many people knowing the recipe. It was the first real food Zeff cooked for us when we were given the all clear to eat normally again.”

 

“What do you mean ‘to eat normally?’” 

 

“Ahh I forgot I haven't told you, I suppose it's been a while since I've talked about it. Only the crew from the east blue knows the story of how I met Zeff.” And no one knew about the time before that. “When I was ten I worked as a chore boy on a cruise ship called the Orbit.” Sanji crushed some garlic and sliced oranges. “One day, pirates attacked, the cook pirates to be exact, Zeff’s crew. It was in the middle of a storm and I got swept overboard by a wave, Zeff dove in after me and we ended up on a barren rock. We were stuck there for 85 days.” 

 

“How in tarnation did you survive?” 

 

“Zeff gave me the small bag of food that ended up with us. I managed to make it last 25 days.” And that damn geezer gave up a leg, Sanji did not add outloud. “Eventually a ship picked us up. Not sure we would have survived much longer.” Sanji added a touch of butter to the pan, seared the crushed garlic and grated ginger before placing in the sliced oranges.

 

“I'm so sorry to hear that. That must have been so hard.”

 

“It's fine, it was a long time ago.” Sanji rarely had nightmares of that rock anymore. Just when they were running low on food. The locking fridge had done wonders for her starvision nightmares. She placed the sea beast on top of the sliced oranges before adding in coconut milk and more dill. She thought about using heavy whipping cream but decided against it. The coconut milk would pair better with the fish. Sanji added a pinch more salt, and orange juice.

 

“What's that you're making?” Tibany asked, peering over her shoulder. “Smells good.”

 

“I'm poaching sea beast meat, it would also be perfect for cod or sea king.” Sanji didn't mention the fact that Zoro loved sea beast. “I plan to pair it with orzo. Rice would work but I love pasta.” Sanji started the ozro and kept an eye on her poaching fish. 

 

“So what are you making for the cake picnic?” Tibany asked as she washed her bowl. “I plan on making a molasses apple stacked cake.” 

 

“Pistachio and rose love cake. With cardamom and lemon.” 

 

“Ooo rose is a tricky flavor to get right. Good luck with that.” 

 

“I promise it will be fantastic. I've made it before and it's always a hit. Even that damn swordsman enjoyed it and he has no sweet tooth.” Sanji began to serve up the dish, spooning the orzo into a bowl before carefully adding the translucent flakey sea beat to the top. She spooned the poaching liquid over the top before adding a drizzle of chili oil to the dish. “And done.” 

 

Sanji slid her spoon into the sea beast, it was flakey and translucent. She made sure the spoon had ozro and the poaching liquid before taking a bite. The orzo was firm yet chewy, with the coconut milk it made this very creamy without the use of cream. The dill was vibrant and grassy with hints of anise and licorice, while the orange was sweet and tangy, the right balance of acidity to cut through the cream creating the right balance. The touch of heat from chili oil helped round everything out. Finally, the star of the show - the sea beast. It was soft in her mouth, melting on her tongue. It had soaked up all that wonderful flavor she worked so hard to create. 

 

“This is as fine as frog hair split four ways! This is the dish! Sanji ya found it! As soon as Ivankov approves I need to challenge ya for it.” 

 

Sanji laughed. “All right, sounds good to me.” 

 

Chapter 7

Sanji carefully carried her creation for the cake picnic, a pastisio and rose love cake. A soft almond sponge which had infused milk with crushed cardamom pods, lemon and a hint of rose water carefully to balance the floral flavor so as not to leave a soapy taste in your mouth. Sanji had given her cake a sugar and lemon soak before icing it. To top it off Sanji decorated it with chopped pistachios and dried edible flowers. She couldn't wait to see what everyone had baked for the cake picnic.

She placed hers down on the table next to all the wonderful looking cakes. This was going to be so much fun, she couldn't wait to taste and experience all the different flavors and textures. She was grateful that Luffy was not here; he would eat everything in sight before anyone else had a chance to have a bite. Chopper on the other hand would be dancing with joy, his brown eyes wide with wonder.

“Welcome everyone to the first ever cake picnic!” Ivankov announced to the crowd. “Everyone who bought a cake may choose as many slices as they can fit in the box in six minutes! If there's any case left we can do a second round! No pushing, no shoving or fighting! Everyone got their box?”

Everyone including Sanji lifted their boxes high in the air. She was so happy she had been able to do this before returning to her crew.

“Ready, set, go!”

Sanji ran, like back when they were running from the others. Back when they were forcing her into ugly and large dresses. She stopped in front of a table, she took notice of Rowan’s cake, a matcha mousse cookies ‘n cream cake, it was a vibrant green white and black layered cake. The green was the mousse topped with cream spots holding up half cookies. They carefully took a slice before moving on to the next cakes, making sure to grab not just the ones they were most interested in but the ones their friends had made.

Sanji took a seat on the grass and opened her box of cakes.

She chose an orange portokalopita as her first cake slice to try. On the little card that everyone filled out, it said it was made with a crushed filo in replace of flour with slices of orange. It sounded right up her beloved Nami’s alley. It was bright and citrusy, positively squelchy. Sanji wasn't sure how the filo managed to become a cake but it did. The orange drizzle was absolutely delightful.

“So other than Luffy eating everything, who of your crew would like this event?”

“Chopper would love it, he loves sweets. Zoro is the opposite but he would make sure to get cakes that Chopper didn't get to. That damn marimo will take a bite of any dessert and then—” Sanji made air quotes with her fingers— “‘sneak it’ over to Chopper. We all pretend not to notice since it makes Chopper happy to be sneaky as if he's getting away with something. Nami would try to make money off of this, but she would probably gravitate towards the more orange based cakes. Especially the ones with actual fruit. Robin would prefer coffee based or anything not too sweet. Usopp would like this odd tomato cake - which is good by the way. Franky would go for flashy looking cakes, but I think he'd really enjoy the pineapple upside down cake. Brook would avoid lemon but would love that earl grey tea cake.” Sanji couldn't wait to bake for her crew's birthdays.

She took a bite of the chaja cake - it was made up of a super soft sponge soaked in peach syrup. The sponge was layered between vanilla cream, dulce de leche, peach and covered in a crisp crunchy meringue. Next to Sanji, Tibany was also trying it.

“Mmm, now that is a dangerous cake right there. What a naughty little number.” Tibany took another bite of the slice moaning as she enjoyed it.

Sanji took another bite of one of the many cakes she picked, savoring and making a mental note of the flavors and techniques used. As much as she hated being separated from her crew, she was enjoying her time here, and would miss the friends she had made.

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Sanji stared at her full closet. How the hell was she supposed to take these with her? Sanji supposed she could just wear her old suits and save up to buy more clothes later. What about her toy collection? There was a knock on her door. Sanji paused in her contemplation to open it. On the other side were the friends she had made while here.

“What are you doing here?” Sanji asked, looking around at everyone.

“We came to see you off of course.” Jasmine declared. “And we have some gifts for you.”

Sanji took a step back to allow everyone in. “You didn't need to get me anything.” Jasmine was lugging around a large blue trunk with gold detailing - it looked like it would match the makeup case Jasmine had given to her.

“You can't leave without luggage to bring your stuff back!” Jasmine replied cheerfully. “I had these ready at the same time as your makeup case, it was sooo hard not to just give it to you right there and then. You can't just leave all your new clothes behind.”

“Speaking of new clothes!” Gloria chimed in, holding up a suit bag. She unzipped it, showing off a gorgeous black suit, however where there should be a shirt there was a yellow bra. “This is what I got you to wear when you meet your crew again!” Gloria handed it over. Sanji ran her hands across the fabric taking in the quality of it.

“My gift next! It's a heavy one!” Tibany shoved a large wrapped gift. “Open it, I want to see the look on yer face!”

Sanji quickly unwarped the gift. “A cast iron skillet, I should have known.” Tibany loved her cast iron skillets. “It's lovely.”

“Of course she is! I've had her for years, take good care of her, or else.” Tibany wagged her finger in Sanji's face. “And don't even think about refusing my gift.”

“All right I won't, I promise to take good care of it.”

“I'm gonna miss ya!” Tibany sobbed before picking Sanji up and squeezing the life out of her.

“My turn.” Rowan stepped forward when Tibany finally released her. “Here, I noticed your old one doesn't work too well.” Sanji took the small box from her hands and opened it. A gold lighter lay nestled in dark blue velvet. Sanji’s eyes traced the pattern.

“It's a mermaid!” she examined, picking the lighter up running her thumb along its design. The mermaid was sitting and holding her tail, her head resting against it. “It's beautiful.” Sanji hugged them, her arm brushing against their green hair.

“And last but certainly not least!” Ivankov in their male form handed her a leather bound book. “I took your notebook and turned it into a cookbook. I left room for recipes in the back - everything is organized and I had someone take photos. I made sure to keep it in the language you wrote it in. Luckily you have such neat handwriting.”

“Thank you all,” Sanji held the cookbooks tightly to her chest. “I couldn't have asked for a better place to end up.” And she meant that, every bit of it.

Chapter 8

"Come on Zoro! Stop dragging your feet!” Perona shouted at the annoying green haired man she had spent the last two years with. “I'm taking you clothes shopping and that's final!”

 

“I don't need any new clothes! What I've got is fine!” Zoro protested as she dragged him down the streets of Sabaody. 

 

“I beg to differ! That shirt is practically rags! There’re more holes and ripped seams than shirt!” Perona wished she could say she was exaggerating but she wasn't. “Unless you want to be known as the world's sloppiest swordsman! I mean, look at Mihawk, he looks dangerous and put together. You look like a homeless bum!” 

 

“I'm a pirate, who gives a fuck?” Zoro glared at her. 

 

“That's no excuse!” Perona got an idea, a fantastic idea in fact. “How about for every new outfit you get I'll treat you to a round of booze.” 

 

“You mean that?” Zoro looked up at her, his single grey eye wide and eager. 

 

“Yup.” Perona nodded, knowing that it would cost her but it would be well worth it in the end.

 

“Then let's go, what are we waiting for?” Zoro began to walk in the wrong direction. How his sense of direction seemed to get worse every day she didn't know. 

 

“You dummy! It's this way! If you get lost I'm not paying for your booze!” 

 

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Sanji stepped off the ship onto dry land before her nerves could get the better of her. This was it, now or never. Time to come out to her crew, the okamas were kind enough to stick around just in case things went sour. She had one of her trunks in her arms, grateful they dropped her off right next to the Sunny. 

 

“See you never!” she called out with a teasing grin. She could hear the cheers and wishes of good luck, could see them blowing her kisses and waving before she turned back around. 

 

Happiness bubbled up inside of her as a grin split her lips. The familiar lion figurehead greeted her as she approached, the Sunny looked the same as when they left it. The wind rustling the leaves of Nami’s grove, the tree swing rocking back and forth. While she was happy to be home, another part of her was filled with dread. She could feel it deep inside of her, she could almost smell the rotting food, see the decay and mold festering in her kitchen. She hated wasted food but it wasn't safe to eat. 

 

A large, unfamiliar figure stepped onto the deck and waved in her direction and lowered the gang plank. As she grew closer she began to recognize Franky, his light blue hair shaved short, but a pair of sunglasses were still there, along with the ridiculous speedo and much larger bright patterned shirt. He must be at least half a foot taller and much bigger everywhere else, far less human as well. Fuck, she hoped he hadn't been in another accident. 

 

“Cook bro!” Franky’s familiar voice called out as he waved his enormous robotic arm. He paused as she drew near. “Or should I say cook-sis!” She felt eyes check her over from her heeled feet to the top of her ponytail. “Looking super!” He gave a big red thumbs up a large smile spread across his face. “Got any more luggage? Nami bought a ton back with her.” 

 

“Thank you…you're looking rather large and bright.” Sanji winced. She was awful at complimenting men, but she was trying to be better. It took her a long time to come to terms with the fact that how she was raised wasn't normal. “Actually, yeah, this one is going to the galley. We stopped by the grommet island near Water 7. Two more back on the ship.”

 

“Where do you want them?” Franky asked as Sanji made her way towards the galley. She paused. 

 

That was the one thing she hadn't thought about: there would be no room for her in the ladies bunk, nor could she stay with the men. Even if Franky made room for her with her ladies, what if they don't want her there? 

 

“Well, I could just sleep in the galley or the aquarium bar.”

 

“Oh, I know! For now you can stay in the empty captain's quarters! It's used for storage right now, I could whip up a bed and stuff in no time. I'll bring your stuff there and meet you in the galley?” 

 

Sanji started at Franky - she hadn't expected to receive her own room. “Umm, sure.” Franky placed the chest on the table, letting Sanji get to work. The pantry wasn't as empty as she had feared. It still needed a restock to fill out more, but they could survive on this. She was putting the fridge clean up off for as long as possible. 

 

“Let's get this over with.” Sanji spoke out loud, rolling up her sleeves. She punched in the code and when no waft of rotting food hit her in the face she stepped inside. 

 

While not completely spotless, the walk-in fridge was still clean. The shelves, while not bare, were still lacking. Especially with how Luffy ate. There was not a single speck of mold or decay to be found. Sanji spotted a covered bowl on a shelf and lifted the lid to take a sniff. She recognized the smell of Franky's super sweet and spicy marinade. 

 

“Yo, cook-sis, ready to check out your room?“ Franky spoke, sticking his head through the fridge door. 

 

“Did you do this? Did you clean out the fridge?” Sanji asked, her voice rough. She wanted to cry, she couldn't believe someone had willingly done this for her. It was her job after all. 

 

“Yeah, Zoro helped out. We did a restock, he knew a lot about what you usually get. We scrubbed the hell out of the fridge and the rest of the ship. I added a few upgrades to the kitchen, including something new! A freeze dryer, it's super your gonna love it trust me cook sis.”

 

“Thank you. What's a freeze dryer?” Sanji would have to thank Zoro later as well, she couldn't believe he remembered so much about how she kept the pantry stocked. 

 

“I'll show you later.”

 

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Franky had his hand on the door to the old captain's quarters. “Ready?” 

 

He watched as the blonde woman took a moment to light up her cigarette with a click of a fancy gold lighter. “Ready.” 

 

Franky opened the door and allowed Sanji to step inside first. They would need to move some of the stuff out but Franky could see the vision of what the room could become. The bed would be large enough for her plus Zoro…if they ever got their heads on straight. Nami redid her bets since they had been gone so long, including the ghost chick. "

 

"Back to the room. Maybe a heart shaped headboard, with a few extra tools hidden inside for some fun time. A bedside table with a lamp. He could put a vanity table with a heart shaped mirror against one wall along with a wardrobe all in blues, maybe a little green, a chair and shelf next to the port hole so she could smoke, and lastly a sword rack by the door for Zoro…that could wait until they got together. "

 

“Are you sure about this?” Sanji asked, stepping into the room. “What about Nami or Robin? Why wasn't this offered to them first?” Sanji turned back to glare at him, huffing cigarette smoke from her nose like a dragon. 

 

“They like sharing.” Franky explained with a shrug. “So it's all yours, cook-sis!” And Zoro's, one day.  

 

“Hmm, well then if my lovely ladies don't want it, I'll take it.” Sanji flashed him a grin. “How soon will it be ready for me to sleep?”

 

“By tonight, I promise. Your new bedroom will be super, Franky guarantee,” he reassured her as they left the room. 

 

“All right, well I have some shopping to do. I'll admit yours and Zoro’s restock was decent, but I am both thrilled and terrified to find out just how much more Luffy can eat now. Will I be up to the challenge?” Sanji’s eyes glittered gleefully at the challenge ahead.

 

Franky watched her walk away, blonde ponytail swaying gently behind her. She must be in a good mood to make her hair swish like that. Iceburg used to do the same when they were younger. Sanji looked much happier in their new body, a lot more confident. She still had a ways to go, but she'd get there eventually.

 

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Zoro climbed out of the water, annoyed at the pirates whose ship he had just slashed in half. Perhaps he was more annoyed than he ought to be, Zoro was tired of waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive. There were three members yet to show themselves. Luffy, Robin and Sanji. The damn cook was always yelling at him about getting lost and yet he was clearly lost himself. He had hoped that the cook would show before the others so they could try and talk about Water 7. 

 

There was a blonde figure standing on the shoreline. It had better be that curly browed bastard. As he drew near he began to notice how different the cook looked. The same blonde hair, same cigarette smoke trailing above their head, and the same curl eyebrow above sea blue eyes. 

 

“Huh, would you look at that?” Zoro spoke. “They curl in the same direction.” He watched as her face flushed red. Her glare could stop a weaker man in his tracks. 

 

“Really, marimo? That's the only thing you can say?” She huffed, clearly annoyed with him, and Zoro wanted to push her buttons even more. Sanji had always been sexy when mad, he doubted that had changed in the two years.

 

Zoro's eye traveled up their impossibly long legs, their thighs looked thick and strong, maybe strong enough to crush his head. He'd love to go that way. He continued up to her slender waist and perky breasts that looked perfect handfuls - he wondered what color her nipples were and how easy it would be to have her moaning his name. He wanted to mark that graceful neck of hers, so everyone would know he had been there already. He had far too much time to think about how many ways he wanted to take the blonde in front of him, half of them no longer feasible. 

 

“What did you want me to say? Nice tits? I'm not a pervert like you.” Zoro saw the kick coming from a mile away before he even finished speaking. 

 

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Nami wished she could say that she couldn't believe that Chopper would be fooled by the fake straw hats, but this was the same reindeer who believed all of Usopp's stories. There was a commotion nearby as a crowd began to gather.

 

“How much do you wanna bet that Zoro and Sanji are fighting as always?” Nami groaned. 

 

“Nope not getting in on that bet because it's a garantie.” Usopp replied with a shake of his head. 

 

“Oh no! Should we stop them?” Chopper asked worriedly. 

 

“Probably, before they attract too much attention.” Nami was annoyed with those two idiots, can they go five minutes without starting a fight? Maybe if they finally fuck their need to fight each other all the damn time will slow down because all their energy will be going somewhere else. 

 

They picked through the crowd as more people began to gather. It was only a matter of time before the marines caught on. They still had to wait for Luffy and Robin to show. They finally made it to the front of the crowd, Nami watched as Sanji's long ponytail swished behind him as Zoro blocked a flurry of kicks. Nami groaned, those idiots! She swore when they were together, one of two things would happen: they would either become an unstoppable force taking down enemies with ease, or they would lose all brain cells. 

 

“Damn it!” Nami swore as she made her way towards the pair. By the time she reached them they had their foreheads pressed against each other yelling. Nami reached up and grabbed a fist full of each of their hair and pulled them back before knocking their heads into one another. 

 

“What the hell!” Zoro growled at her, rubbing his head. 

 

“Nami-swan!” Sanji gushed, Nami rolled her eyes and turned to look at the man…

 

…only to see a pair of breasts where there should be pecs. They were small and perky, nestled in a yellow bra framed by a black open suit coat. Nami stared at the sight a moment too long before jerking her gaze up to Sanji's pretty face. She had always known that Sanji was rather good looking, even if she didn't swing that way, but she was stunning as a woman. Her visible blue eye was framed with long dark lashes, black winged liner and sparkly yellow eyeshadow. Nami wanted to ask how she was able to change her gender when a voice in the crowd shouted.

 

“Hey look, it's the strawhats!” 

 

Everyone ran, they needed to lay low while they waited for the last two crewmates to arrive. 

 

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Robin smiled softly at the antics of her crew. It filled her with such warmth to see them all once again. How much they had grown and changed these past two years. Some with new scars, others with improved power, weapons and longer hair, others with brand new bodies. The most surprising was Sanji - Franky's change may be more flashy, however she wasn't surprised he had upgraded his body.

 

Sanji, however, was a surprise. Robin could see how both Nami and Zoro kept looking at her, and it looked like their swordsman had some compassion. 

 

“Robin,” Chopper's voice spoke from below, it would appear he was done gushing over Franky's new body. “Doctrine never said nor I have found out in any of my books. But can humans just change their sex like that? I know some species of males can change their sex if the female dies.” 

 

Robin should find some books for Chopper about trans people. “Why don't you go ask Sanji, she would be able to explain it best.” 

 

“Okay,” Chopper nodded before trotting over to Sanji, who was attempting to fend off a hungry Luffy. “Sanji,” Chopper tugged on her pant leg. “Can I ask you some questions about your new sex?” 

 

“Sure, ask me anything…you'll get your damn meal after I'm done talking!” Sanji managed to kick their pouting captain away…it was only a matter of time before he came back. 

 

Franky came to stand beside her, she looked up at the now even taller man with a smile. 

 

“I have a question: may I see your panties?” Brook interrupted. Robin was waiting for that question to come up. 

 

“Hell no!” Sanji kicked Brook’s skull clean off his body. Robin bloomed a few extra hands and caught the head. “Sorry Chopper, what did you want to know?” 

 

“How did you do it? And can I do a full examination?” 

 

“Well the island I landed on is very open about these things. Their queen, Ivankov, was able to help me,” Sanji began. 

 

“Iva?!” Luffy was back, he didn't stay gone long. “They helped me escape Impel Down along with Bon Clay! Bon Clay stayed behind so we could escape.”

 

“They said hi by the way. Anyway, they have a Devil Fruit that controls hormones and they changed me into a woman.” Sanji explained. “I'm shocked you haven't demanded it of everyone.” 

 

“I was gonna start in the morning!” Chopper replied. "Everyone's changed so much I need to check everyone’s baseline! And find out the history of any new scars.” Robin laughed as Chopper turned to glare at Zoro. Who at least looked somewhat guilty under their doctor's glare. As much as everyone wished not to know, the crew all knew how their captain received his new scar. 

 

“Then you can examine me tomorrow. I fear our captain might eat someone if I don't start dinner soon.” Sanji placed her hand atop Chopper’s hat. “After all, we can't wait to see how much our doctor has grown.”

 

Chopper was far too cute for her heart as he clasped his hooves and danced. “That doesn't make me happy at all!” 

 

Chapter 9

 

This time Sanji was sticking to the book, not thinking of Zoro, especially with him so close by. It was unfair how fucking hot he had gotten over the two years apart. 

 

Viktor padded out of the steam filled bathroom toweling his silver hair, he was in no mood to take proper care of…

 

His wife was sitting in a chair somewhat sideways, her large, panty clad ass pressed against the arm of the chair. One hand draped over the side, the other playing with a strand of ink black hair. Her thighs were clad in a pair of matching cherry colored stockings, her long legs ending in a pair of cherry heels. The stockings were held up by a garter belt of the same color, and most mouth watering of all were the large breasts lifted and held in a matching bra. He could see a hint of her nipples peeking through the lace.

 

Viktor was dimly aware of his towel dropping to the floor as Yolanda stood up from the chair she was lounging on and made her way over. Viktor’s eyes followed the swaying hips, the slight bounce of her breasts, the click of the heels in perfect time with the pounding of his beating heart. Yolanda's lips were painted cherry to match, her black hair was slicked back. Yolanda stepped close bending her head to trace the water drops dripping down his pale chest with her tongue.

 

Zoro groaned, sliding his arms around his wife’s waist. He grabbed a handful of Sanji's plump ass cheeks. "Sanji, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you all dressed up?"

 

"Because I wanted to.” She replied, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously. 

 

Zoro tipped Sanji's head up in order to ravish her mouth. His hands moved to Sanji's silk clad thighs encouraging them to warp around his waist as he lifted his wife up, Zoro carried the woman to his bed, muscles bulging and flexing, his tan skin gleaming in the light. 

 

Sanji moaned, her pussy clenching tightly against her dildo - she wanted to draw this out as long as possible. With her free hand she began to toy and tease her nipples. Just being around the man whom she had masturbated to for the past two years to all fucking day had driven her mad. How well they still fought together, his large broad back pressed against her own. She wanted him pressed against her, holding her down as he fucked her. His thick heavy cock splitting her in two. 

 

“Ahhh!” Sanji threw her head back, moaning. “Ooohh fuck, fuck!” Sanji began to slide the dildo in and out of her wet pussy, speeding up as she pictured stripping Zoro's green robe off his shoulders before grabbing a handful of his massive chest on display. It had been so hard not to drool over him. Sanji had been tempted to bury her face in between his tits. 

 

“Fucking hell!” Sanji wanted to trace the scar that bisected the swordsman's impressive chest with her tongue to lick her way down his stomach and abs following the green happy trail down to his hard cock. She wanted to take his dick in her hand and feel its weight in her palm. What noises could she draw out of him? How would it feel to have his fingers opening her up, the thicker digits coated in her secretion? Would drip and droll unto the sheets beneath. 

 

“Mmm! Zoro!” She cried his name as she hit a sweet spot. 

 

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Zoro yawned and scratched his stomach as he made his way towards the boy’s room. He had just been replaced for the night shift, as he looked for the men's bunk he heard a voice.

 

“Ahhh!” Zoro paused, reaching out with his haki one hand resting on the hilt of his swords. “Ohhh fuck, fuck!” He didn't feel anything out of the ordinary so he began to search for the source of the noise. Zoro passed in front of a room that last he knew was used for storage. “Fucking hell!” Zoro quickly opened the door, expecting to see a fight. Instead, there was just Sanji. 

 

She was propped up on her pillows, blonde hair splayed across the blue silk. Her breasts heaved with her breath, nipples hard as her longer fingers toyed with one bud. Her legs spread wide as she moved a large thing inside of her, her pussy covered in curly blonde hair wet from her pre cum. Blood rushed to his dick as it pressed against his robe. He couldn't remember getting so hard and fast in his entire life. Before he could back out, try to slip away and take care of his current problem before getting caught, Sanji moaned his name. “Mmm! Zoro!”

 

He groaned as his name slipped from Sanji's lips. Her eyes felt open to stare at him. “What the fuck, Marimo!” Her legs snapped shut with a resounding slap. Her flushed face grew even redder as she glared at him. His cock twitched in his pants. “Don't just walk in on someone like that! Shut the damn door already, if you're not gonna help just leave!" 

 

Zoro panicked; he could feel his eye widen and his face flush from more arousal. He stepped out and shut the door. Zoro stared at Sanji's door as the words rushed over him. If you're not gonna help. Did Sanji still want him? She did moan his name after all. 

 

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Sanji tried not to be disappointed when Zoro left, shutting the door behind him. She wanted to throw something at the damn door. Sanji wasn't even sure she wanted to keep going. Maybe their kiss in Water 7 was a thing of the past, or maybe Zoro wasn't interested in her any longer. 

 

The door swung open and Zoro was once again in her doorway. Sanji put on her best scowl but before she could say another word he spoke.

 

“Did you mean it?” Zoro asked with a hungry look in his eye.

 

Sanji nodded. “Yes. Now don't just stand there looking like a damn tree.” Zoro shut the door behind him and in a few short strides was at her bed standing above her. Sanji sat up, coming to her knees. She reached up with her hand to pull him closer. He met her half way, their lips meeting once again. Sanji had fantasized about kissing him again countless times but the real thing was so much better. As his tongue swiped against her lips seeking entrance, his large hands found their place, one cradling her head, tangled in her hair, the other on her naked breast. Her hard nipple pressed against his palm. She moaned into the kiss, parting her lips, their tongues fighting in her mouth. He squeezed her breast, sending shivers down her spine and straight to her hungry pussy. 

 

Sanji slid one hand under his shirt, running her fingers against his scar. She fell into temptation and followed the happy trail with her fingers down into his pants to grip his hard cock. 

 

“Fuck!” Zoro broke the kiss to swear. 

 

Sanji smirked and continued to stroke his cock. She may not have ever held another man's cock before now, but she used to have one. She ran her thumb over the leaking tip, watching as Zoro shuddered. 

 

“I seem to be the only one naked here, perhaps we should fix that mistake.” Sanji remarked before removing her hand. She slid his pants down just as he removed his hands and took his shirt off. 

 

“Shit, curls, you don’t know how badly or how fucking long I've wanted you.” Zoro muttered before he began to kiss her neck. His teeth found the juncture of her neck and shoulder before sucking hard on her skin. 

 

“Ahh, fuck Zoro. I tried to deny it but I wanted you to.” Zoro released her neck as he began to climb into her bed. 

 

“Is that so?” Zoro smirked at her before he held her hands above her head and kissed her again. His tongue swept across her mouth, his free hand once again finding her breast. She wished they were bigger. He pinched her nipple between his calloused fingers. 

 

“Oh god! Harder Zoro!” Sanji gasped, arching her back, pressing her breasts against him. “Please,” Sanji begged. She didn't think she'd get to begging this soon, but her pussy was drenched between her legs, her clit throbbing and aching with need. 

 

“Such pretty sounds you make, cook.” Zoro pinched and twisted her nipple, the pain shooting to her needy pussy. She was close - way too fucking close. “Like it rough, do we?”

 

“Yes!” Sanji had always pictured making love to a woman soft and slow, bringing her to pleasure under his touch. She never really thought how she would touch him in return. That was, until Zoro. 

 

“As you wish, Princess.” Zoro leaned down to take her other nipple in his mouth, rolling the hard bud between his teeth before nipping at the peaked bud. 

 

“Oh fuck, Zoro!” Sanji shook as she came, she could feel Zoro's hard cock pressed against her hip. 

 

“Did you just cum?” Zoro asked, releasing her nipple with a pop. 

 

“Shut up, shitty swordsman!” Sanji could feel how red her face was but couldn't bring herself to admit it. “I don't know what you’re talking about.” 

 

“Whatever you say, Princess.” Zoro smirked at her, his hand traveling down her abs teasing her blonde happy trail before he cupped her soaked pussy with his large hand. He was so warm that Sanji couldn't resist the urge to grind her clit against his palm, seeking friction. “Fuck, just look at you, so needy and desperate.”

 

Sanji whined, wishing she could deny it, but she really was desperate. She wanted him to fuck her, bend her half till her legs were by her ears, and pound into her pussy. But admitting it was as good as losing. Sanji bit her lower lip, trying to keep the noises down; it wouldn't be good for Zoro's ego to know just how badly he turned her on. Sanji gasped as one finger stroked between her drenched lips. 

 

“Ahhh!” Sanji's hips jerked and she could feel herself growing wetter. “Please, I need more!” 

 

“Well, aren't you bossy?” Zoro chuckled as he slid a second finger into her wet pussy. Sanji gasped as he began to scissor his fingers, stretching her in preparation to take his thick cock. 

 

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Zoro couldn't believe he wasn’t dreaming, having Sanji laid out like a feast for his eye. He bent his head to capture a nipple in his mouth once again. God, the sounds this woman made had his cock hard as rock. He added a third finger to her fluttering walls. 

 

“Aaaa!” Sanji’s back arched off the bed, coating his hand in her release. Shit, Zoro needed to be inside her now. “Nooo.” She whimpered as he removed his fingers, he lifted them to his mouth and licked the cum off - it was sweet, unlike salty sperm. “Fuck me, Zoro.”

 

“Since you’re being so demanding.” Zoro grinned and used his bandana to tie her hands together before he settled in between her spread legs. “I’m going to take my time with you, curls, I've already got you begging to be fucked. I wonder how many more times I can get you to cum before I do.” With that, Zoro flicked his tongue against her clit. Her strong legs kicked into him and he hooked her legs around his arms, keeping her still and her legs spread wide for him. 

 

“Ooooh - ahh!” Sanji cried out as Zoro swirled his tongue around her clit before lapping between her drenched folds. Fuck, Zoro would glady skip dessert and feast upon Sanji's pussy. His nose brushes against her wet curls, dark, blonde, and damp. She smelled so good and tasted even better. “Zoro!” Sanji whined and cried, his name on her pretty lips. 

 

Zoro slid his tongue between her lips, up towards her clit where he flicked it with his tongue before sucking the bud into his mouth. Sanji gasped above him, her legs snapping shut, crushing his head. Zoro would happily die here, trapped between these powerful thighs, drowning in her cum. Zoro dipped his tongue into her dripping hole, lapping at the juices. Zoro would happily stay here all night long driving the blonde crazy. 

 

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When the fuck did Zoro get so damn good at this? Sanji parted her shaky legs when he looked up her, his grey eye now black as the pupil had swallowed the iris from desire, his face shiny from his feast between her legs. 

 

“Hurry up and fuck me already!” Sanji snapped, her cunt throbbing and empty. “Before I kick you out and use my dildo.”

 

Zoro slapped her thigh, the sound echoing in the bare room, the sting going straight to her hungry pussy. “Bossy much?” Zoro smirked at her as he spread her legs further. “You're lucky I like it so much.” Zoro teased her, cock in hand, as he rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness. 

 

Before Sanji could retort he slid the head of his cock into her awaiting vagina. Sanji threw her head back as she moaned - fuck, he was larger than her dildos. 

 

“Fuck, you take me so well, Sanji,” Zoro groaned above her, slowly sliding inch by inch into her cunt. Something about her name on his lips sent her tumbling over the edge again. “Shit, shit!” Zoro groaned as she tightened around his dick, she chuckled breathlessly as she watched him fight the need to cum. “You're gonna be the death of me.” 

 

“Mmm, what a way to go, La Petite Mort.” Sanji smirked at Zoro as he glared at her. “Now hurry up Marimo, I don't have all night.” 

 

“I'll take as long as I want,” Zoro pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her just as she had demanded. Maybe another night she'd let him take him time…if this wasn't a one time thing. “You feel so good. Let me hear you, tell me how much you want it.”

 

“Zooo-roo! Please don't stop! It feels so good, so big, your cock feels so damn good!” Sanji babbled as he continued to fuck her. She wished her hands were free so she could touch him - she had to settle for her legs warped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. “Ahhh, I'm coming Zoro - please, I need you to cum - fill me up!” she cried out as she could feel her walls constrict around his cock as his hips picked up speed, his balls slapping against her ass. 

 

“Ooh, fuck, Sanji!” Zoro shouted as he came inside her. Sanji followed shortly after. 

 

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Nami yawned as she shuffled into the galley for breakfast. Almost everyone would enjoy breakfast in their pajamas, unless they were right by an island. She noticed what Sanji was wearing - of course she'd be extra this early in the morning. She had on a blue robe that was gauzy with feathers on the cuffs and hem, a matching silky nighty underneath, and a set of heeled slippers with more feathers. Sanji looked damn good. If Zoro didn't hurry his ass up Nami would snatch the blonde out from under his nose, and easily. Speaking of, she glanced around as she took a seat, the green-haired man was leaning back in the coach staring at Sanji, almost smugly. She glared at him - what exactly was there to be smug about? She would have heard if those two had gotten into a fight. 

 

“Good morning Nami-swan!” Sanji chirped cheerfully as she placed a mug of tea in front of her, the aroma of orange hitting her nose, and the sight of the slight swell of Sanji's breasts greeted her, as did a hickey on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Before Nami could get a better look, Sanji stood up and walked away. 

 

Nami quickly stood up and took a seat next to Zoro. “What do you want, witch?” Zoro looked at her with suspicion. 

 

“Oh, nothing much, just need to see something.” She smirked and reached up to move his shirt collar and there were bite marks all along his chest. “You two fucked last night!” Nami proclaimed as she watched Zoro's face turn red. “It's about damn time! We had to restart the bet more than once.” 

 

“What? You were betting on us getting together?” Sanji asked, confusion written across her face. “But how did you even know?” 

 

“Why, it was rather obvious.” Robin remarked, taking a sip of her coffee. “You two didn't exactly drunkenly make out in private.”

 

“Even I could see it and I don't have eyes, yohoho!” It could be hard to read Brook’s facial features but he was quite clearly smug about winning the bet much to Nami's dismay. “I won the bet so thank you two for…boning last night!”

 

Notes:

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