Katie was in heaven.

Actually, in literal terms, she was sitting on the edge of the bed in 
her room, watching her TV.  If you wanted to get figurative again, you 
could even say glued to it.  And glued to it she was.  Her eyes never 
strayed beyond the edges of the screen.  Her mind was filled only with 
what she saw and heard, her other senses having gone to sleep out of 
boredom several hours ago.

Several scattered videos lay strewn about the floor, each with brightly 
colored graphics of odd-looking animated characters.  Odd-looking if you 
were unfamiliar with the world of Japanese Animation, that is.

And so Katie sat, watching her anime, her mind slowly turning into 
oatmeal inside her head, dooming herself to become the much used and 
abused character in a twisted improfanfic that would be known as...

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PROJECT CHIBIFICATION

Thinked of by Lady Brick

Part One - Origin/Plot Set-Up Thingy
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It had started innocently enough.  Early release from school because of 
midterms.  Bored, flipping through the many, many channels bestowed by 
cable TV, finding something that looked silly/interesting/stupid enough 
to hold ones attention for a half hour, slowly, steadily, inevitably 
becoming addicted despite, or because of silly repetitive plot lines and 
horrible dubbing.

Katie had discovered Sailor Moon.

The phone line was tied up for hours as she ravaged every informational 
and shrine site she could find.  Information such as Zoicite's true 
gender and facts about the Outers was greeted first with shock, and then 
hunger for more.  Fanfics were devoured one after another.  Had she any 
talent, she probably would have written her own, with an overused 
plotline and blatant, gratuitous self-insertion.  As it was, eventually 
Sailor Moon could not contain her anime longing, and she decided she 
should branch out, attempt new anime territory.

That was when she hit newbie-paydirt.  Fate bestowed upon her a full-
fledged otaku, attending Maplecrest high, in Katie's very own English 
class.

Her name was Anna, a punkish-looking girl with cropped red hair and an 
anime T-shirt for every day of the week, always paired with another pair 
of artfully tattered jeans.  She first spotted Katie drawing what looked 
like ferrets dressed in poorly made fukus amidst her notes on "The Sound 
and the Fury".  When Katie eagerly attempted to try to start a 
conversation about 'how wicked cool Serena and Darien were', Anna 
quickly, if somewhat reluctantly, took the newbie under her wing.

A broad new world had opened up for Katie.  She heard more names of 
anime series then she ever dreamed could exist.  She found out how 
humorous nosebleeds really were.  She learned anime terms such as 
sweatdrop, facefault.  Kawaii and baka danced in her head, surrounded by 
chirping wai's.  And once her training was complete, the tapes (dubbed 
to start with, by her request) were granted unto her sweaty little 
hands.

Battle Angel was a bust.  Sure, Gally was kind of cool, but there was 
way too much violence, and she nearly cried when the cute little dog got 
chopped to pieces.  

"No problem, so we'll stick with shoujo for a while," Anna said, 
bringing forth Revolutionary Girl Utena.

It was better, but still not quite right.  The shadow girls and roses 
everywhere made her feel like she was watching someone else's crazy 
dream.  Even the cute guys were not enough to alleviate her confusion.  

Anna shook her head, muttered something unintelligible in Japanese, and 
the next day delivered a stack of tapes with the words "Fushgi Yugi" on 
them and a warning: "Don't watch them all at once."

Of course, if Katie had bothered to listen, then there would be no 
story.

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Any well-experienced otaku knows approximately how much anime they can 
stand to watch before their brain disintegrates into something 
resembling Jello.  Of course, it varies with series, genre, etc.  
However, every otaku (unfortunately, often through experience) knows the 
damage that too much anime can do to the brain, especially the reality-
lobe.  Thus Anna's warning to Katie, which we already know was ignored.

The fifth volume of Fushigi Yugi (the last of what Anna had been able to 
fit in her backpack) finished rewinding and spat out of the VCR.  Katie 
however remained in her seat, unmoving.  The mush that remained of her 
brain tried desperately to maintain basic life functions.  The only 
coherent thought that remained in her mind was that she had to, if at 
all possible, become an anime character and thus have access to 
bishounens (another of the new words Otaku Anna had taught her)

She moved zombie-like around the house, gathering the necessary 
ingredients that when mixed together would turn her into an anime girl.  
Or so her warped brain imagined.

First came the pupil-dilating drops she had swiped while at her mom's 
eye doctor appointment (she had wanted to see if she could get her eyes 
to go completely black.)  She emptied the tiny bottle into her bathroom 
tub.  Next went the contents of every container of hair styling product 
she could find in the house.  She managed to dig her old paint set out 
of the bottom of her closet, for some extra color.  The fumes coming 
from the tub were making her eyes burn, but she ignored it.  

She had a little more trouble with the leg-slimming pantyhose.  She 
figured it should probably be in liquid form, so she lit a candle 
underneath in an attempt to melt them.  They instead caught on fire.  In 
the end, she simply mixed in the ashes, and did the same thing to the 
fukus of her entire set of Irwin 6" Sailor Moon Adventure Dolls (TM).

She threw the pocky that Otaku Anna had given her into the blender, 
adding some extra sugar and some nail strengthener that claimed to have 
silicone in it.  It took her over twenty minutes to get the resulting 
glob off the metal blades and into the rest of her concoction.

Finally, she stood over the gray, bubbling putrid mixture with the only 
other anime-related thing that she had both been able to find and didn't 
mind destroying for her worthy cause.  It was small, yellow, and 
insufferably cute.  It was a talking Pikachu toy from Burger King (TM)

Had she been capable of logical thought, she might have realized it 
would be a bad idea to throw something with any kind of an electrical 
power supply into what was probably an incredibly flammable and toxic 
semi-liquid.  Of course, if she were capable of logical thought, than 
she probably never would have started on this mad experiment that was 
doomed to drag her down into some horrible, tragic fate.

"Plop" said Pikachu as he was dropped into the tub and immediately 
swallowed by the thick noxious goo.

"Pika pika pika" said the voice box inside of Pikachu

"Spark" said the poorly insulated battery.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM" said the tub and its contents.

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When Katie woke up, she felt very odd.  Even more so than one who has 
been caught in a failed bathtub anime potion explosion should.  Her 
limbs were numb, and her head pounded, feeling as if it had swollen.  
She blinked, her vision blurry at first, but slowing coming into focus.  
She blinked again.  Everything looked curved, too big.

She blinked yet again.

Slowly, very slowly, Katie peeked over the edge of the blackened 
bathroom counter, straining to see the dusty mirror behind the sink.

Two impossibly huge oval eyes stared back; framed by her own long, brown 
hair.

"Wai!!!  It worked!!!" she cheered in an amazingly kawaii voice.  She 
eagerly jumped up to see how the rest of her looked.  Perhaps her hair 
hadn't changed color, but it would probably defy gravity in any way she 
commanded it to.  And the rest of her!  She pictured her perfectly thin 
figure, disproportionately long legs, and perhaps even enough cleavage 
to replace her purse.

Unfortunately for some odd reason, her head did not seem to go more than 
two inches above the counter top.

A very, very bad feeling swept through her mind.  She closed her giant 
eyes, swallowed, opened them again, and hesitantly looked down...

... to see a tiny, chubby, disproportional but somehow still very cute 
body residing in the spot formerly occupied by her not-very-well-liked-
but-still-remotely-human form.

'No, it couldn't be!' she thought frantically.  So fast as her now-
little legs would move, she ran down the hall to her bedroom, skidding 
to a stop in front of her full-length bedroom mirror.

It was a horrifying sight.  A cruel bastardization against everything 
Mother Nature had intended when creating the human form.

Katie was super-deformed.

Somewhere in the walls of the house, a mouse spasmed and died as a loud, 
piercing, fairly upset scream ripped through it's delicate neural 
pathways, causing its head to explode.

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Otaku Anna sat in her bedroom, which indeed resembled the natural 
habitat of the common otaku.  Posters from various anime plastered the 
walls, each taped perfectly straight and with utmost care to avoid 
accidental ripping, or fading from sunlight.  Shoujo Kakumei Utena OST 3 
flowed from her stereo speaker.  Anna herself sat on her bed, wearing an 
Eva T-shirt and flipping through her newly arrived Weiss Kreuz artbook, 
which had been acquired, from her personal anime merchandise mecca, 
eBay.

The phone rang, interrupting her intense concentration as she attempted 
to memorize every detail of Aya's face.  Growling in annoyance, wishing 
she could deliver a fierce malleting to the phone, she picked up the 
receiver.  "Hello?"

"Anna?"  The voice was quiet, small, but familiar.  "I think I have a 
little problem."

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In less then twenty minutes, Anna was sitting in a chair in Katie's 
living room, a very stern expression on her face.  Inside, however, she 
was laughing very, very hard.

"How do we reverse this?!!!  I can't be stuck like this forever!!!"  
Katie paced frantically around the room, her tiny legs moving in a very 
kawaii manner, similar to that of a small yappy dog.  "I'm three feet 
tall!  What will my parents say?  How will I go to school?  How will I 
ever get a boyfriend?"

Anna decided not to mention the easily pleased hentai she knew of.  "I 
warned you about something like this happening," she scolded.  "The 
power of anime is not something to be taken lightly."

"Well, you didn't tell me that something like this could happen!"  
Little puffs of steam rose from her head, which was a rather bright 
shade of red by this point.  Then, it was instantly gone.  "I can't be 
stuck like this forever!"  Her whine rose into a dramatically shrill 
pitch.  "There were things I wanted to do with my life!  I'm still in 
high school!  I haven't *really* lived at all yet!"

Anna had to turn away; the quivering of the super-deformed girl's eyes 
was making her seasick.  "First, we have to figure out just how serious 
this thing is.  Then, we will figure out what actions we need to take."

"You mean you'll help me?  Maybe I can get back to normal?"  The eye 
quivering began to reach critical mass.

"We'll see," Anna replied, handing Katie a tissue.  Inside, she cursed 
the duty that forced her into these situations.

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"Hmm... this isn't working," Anna muttered, attempting to secure the 
wristband to Katie's arm.  However, because of the way the girl's arm 
tapered down to her now tiny hands, it kept slipping off.  She settled 
for attaching it around the girl's neck.

"I don't understand what you are doing," Katie choked out, slowly 
turning blue.  She waved her arms in frantic circles.

Anna sighed, bent over and loosened the improvised collar.  "Well, if 
you aren't wearing a tracking device, how am I supposed to find you 
after you get hit by the bus?"

"Um... I don't understand why I have to get hit by a bus."

"It all has to do with using the fundamental basics of super deformity 
to test the severity of your condition," Anna explained, her tone that 
of someone speaking to a small and rather stupid child.  "One of the 
reasons anime characters shift to a super-deformed state is to avoid 
taking serious damage from an attack.  Super-deformity brings with it a 
certain amount of invulnerability.  Any wounds that do occur will 
develop a large white bandage-like protective covering and heal within a 
matter of minutes."

"Oh," said Katie as the Otaku led her outside of the house and down the 
sidewalk.  A sudden thought struck her, and her large eyes blinked.  
"Hey, we're in public right now!  People will see me!"

"I doubt anyone will recognize that it's you," Anna said 
unsympathetically.  "And if they do, it's your own fault anyway."

An even more immediately serious thought occurred to Katie.  "Anna-can, 
what happens if I'm not really completely super-deformed, and the bus 
hits me?"

Anna paused to consider the question.  "You will have generously donated 
a uniquely artistic decoration to one of the city's fine public 
transportation vehicles."

Katie produced a very large, shiny sweatdrop.

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"Please Anna-chan!!  Don't throw me in front of the bus!!"

Anna swore to herself as the fifteen or so other people at the bus stop 
turned to stare at her and Katie.  Normally, what would appear to be a 
screaming child wouldn't have attracted so much notice, but Katie's 
heavily increased kawaii factor drew attention like hentais to the live-
action La Blue Girl special.  Not to mention the comment about being 
thrown in front of a bus.

"Shut up," Anna hissed, "Or I won't help you at all and you'll be stuck 
like this forever."

Katie shut up.  She bit on her lip and looked at Anna with eyes shining 
with gallons of unshed tears.

Anna sighed.  Katie's kawaii factor had to be the most powerful in any 
case she has seen or heard of, and surprisingly, there had been a few.  
"Fine, fine, we'll figure out another way.  You don't have to get hit by 
a bus."

"WAIII!"  Several pedestrians hit the ground, searching the sky for the 
incoming missile.

Shaking her head, Anna quickly dragged the super-deformed girl away.

"I knew you were a good and true friend, Anna-chan!  We will try hard 
and conquer this together."

Anna frowned.  "The transformation seems to be having even more drastic 
effects as time passes, by the way you are talking."  

"Wai!  Anna, you're the smartest and the bestest ever!"  With a loud 
*GLOMP*, Katie attached herself firmly to Anna's leg.

"Argh!"  Anna grabbed a lamppost to keep from falling over.  "What the 
hell are you doing?  Get off!!"  Katie only giggled and clung tighter.

Anna however, had not watched the great martial arts masters of anime 
for all these years and learned nothing.  With a mighty roundhouse kick, 
she sent the little twit flying.

Into the street.

Into the path of an oncoming semi.

Anna watched a tiny figure soar high into the sky and disappear into the 
distance.

"That worked even better than the bus would have," she mused as she 
activated the tracking device.

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"Mommy, why did the elephant throw me over Tokyo Tower?"

Anna looked down at the girl, flattened into the ground, surrounded by 
bricks that seemed to have been jostled loose from the side of a nearby 
building.  Her eyes were spiraling, and one tiny leg stuck up at an odd 
angle.

"Hmm, everything seems to be fine... looks like I should take her to 
Headquarters..."

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Luckily, Katie was still out of it when the reached the non-descript 
building on the edge of town, or Anna would have had to kill her.  Not 
to defend the secrecy of the location, but for her own sanity.

Inside, she was thankful to find the other three officers on duty.  She 
immediately handed Katie over to Deedee, then headed over to Cecil's 
station.  "We have a situation.  I think we are going to have to contact 
AEIOU."

The chubby otaku blinked at her from behind thick lens and struggled to 
push back his light brown hair.  "Is it really that serious?"

"It's possibly the single worse case of super-deformity this country has 
ever seen.  God only knows if we can do anything to stop it.  And only 
God knows what will happen to us if we can't."

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There was some white stuff.  It pushed on her eyes and made them hurt.  
Then she remembered the white stuff was called Light, and it was good 
because without Light there was Dark, and then you bruised your shins a 
lot.

Blinking several times, Katie managed to bring her eyes back into focus.  
She appeared to be lying on a metal table in a dim, nearly empty room.  
She blinked several more times when she saw several very strange guys 
standing over her.  They all had dark hair and glasses, and wore what 
looked like male Japanese school uniforms, only in white.

"-good thing you called us when you did," one of the guys was saying.  
"Any longer, and we might not have been able to do anything."

"Hey, she's awake," another said, looking at her as if she was an 
extremely fascinating bug.  "Kid, say something."

"Where the hell am I?" she muttered blearily.

"Yup, she's fine.  Thanks for calling us Anna-san.  Quite a fascinating 
case... take care, and good luck with her."

The strange guys stepped out of her vision, replaced by a more familiar 
but not more comforting Anna.  She squinted down at Katie.  "They were 
able to restore your personality to its original form by injecting 
something into your brain.  It's a good thing you weren't awake to see 
the size of that needle."

"What was it?"

"I don't know, but it was green."

Katie shivered.  Looking down at herself, she noticed something.  "Hey, 
I'm still super-deformed!"

"Yeah, sorry.  They couldn't do anything about that."

"What do you mean 'couldn't do anything'?  And who were they anyway?"

Anna sighed for what seemed the millionth time that afternoon.  She 
hated people who always needed thing spelled out for them.  "That was 
the Anime Emergency Intake Overdose Unit.  AEIOU.  They are an elite 
task force who has dedicated their lives to helping stupid people like 
you who misuse their anime and then can't deal with the consequences.  
Of course, it's mostly newbies that they are called in for, but we do 
lose an occasional otaku as well.  *Those* are never a pretty sight.  
Anyway, they said that can't do anything about the physical change at 
this point, and if they can't, no one can.  You were lucky they were 
able to fix your mental state.  If they hadn't, we would have probably 
had to put you to death.  Out of kindness of course."

Katie's head spun with all the information.  "So I'm stuck like this 
forever?"

"Looks like."

"Where are we?"

"Well, your lying on a table, and I'm standing next to it."

"Oh, come on, Anna-chan!  Give the poor girl a break!" a new voice 
interjected.  A head popped up behind Anna's shoulder, a girl with a 
giant smile and an electric pink die-job.  "That's no way to treat our 
guest!"

"Fine, you talk to her," Anna grumbled, turning and walking out the 
door.

"Don't mind her, she's just a big pooh-pooh head," said the pink-haired 
girl.  Her smile was so wide, Katie was afraid that at any moment, her 
head might split in two.

"Who are you?"

The girl stuck out her hand.  "Officer Deedee-chan at your service, 
Department Head of Shoujo and ATK.  That stands for All Things Kawaii, 
which is probably why Anna left me with you."

Katie was unsure what to do, so she stuck out her arm.  Her tiny hand 
all but disappeared in the other girl's grasp, and she found herself 
being vigorously shaken up and down.

"Oops, sorry, forgot my manners, you having less gravity and all."  
Deedee quickly set her down.  Katie, dizzy, promptly fell over.

"Where are we, exactly?" the super-deformed girl asked as she struggled 
to sit back up.

"The Otaku Foundation Top-Secret Headquarters," Deedee replied.  Her 
smile faded for a moment.  "If you tell anyone about us, we *will* have 
to kill you, you know."  The smile returned.  "So help us keep it a 
secret, kay?"

"Um, okay."  Katie sweatdropped.  Deedee immediately caught it in a jar, 
which she seemed to pull out of nowhere.

"The AEIOU asked us save any anime-related excretions you might, um, 
excrete," Deedee replied to Katie's questioning look.  "They're very 
excited about your case.  Apparently there has never been such an 
extreme chibification before.  That's the technical term.  Anyway, they 
want to study you really closely.  Personally, I think that's creepy, 
because if they could harness the power of chibification, and it fell 
into the wrong hands, that could be a huge disaster and could maybe end 
the world.  Well, probably not that bad.  Anyway, as long as they don't 
cut you open or anything, I guess it's okay."

Katie blinked.

"Let me show you around the place!"  Deedee grabbed Katie's arm and 
dragged the tiny girl off the table, out of the room, down a darkened, 
somewhat dank hall, and into another, well-lit room.  Every available 
surface space was covered with either some unidentifiable electronic 
equipment or a gundum model.  Seated in front of what had to be a 21" 
computer screen was somewhat chubby guy with messy light brown hair, 
glasses, and clothes that just didn't match in any light.

"This is Cecil, Officer In Charge of Mecha and Martial Arts.  He's also 
a technical nerd person, so he runs our website."

Katie considered this.  "If you are some sort of Top Secret Otaku 
organization, why do you have a website."

"Doesn't everyone?"

Cecil sighed.  "Have you been pulling the Otaku Foundation stuff again, 
Deedee?  I knew I never should have let you watch Gundum Wing..."  He 
turned to Katie.  "You must be the girl who super-deformed herself."

"Chibified," Deedee supplied

"I will *not* use the word 'chibi'," he insisted violently, before 
turning back to Katie.  "Anyway, contrary to what Deedee has told you, 
we are just your friendly local anime club, attempting to spread the 
wonder of Japanese entertainment to all of Maplecrest."  Cecil adjusted 
his glasses.  "That's why Anna 'recruited' you.  She doesn't like people 
too much, but as an Officer of Otaku Force (our club name), it was her 
duty to support your growing interest."

"I still think we should have named it the Wai! Anime! Yay! Club," 
Deedee pouted.  Cecil rolled his eyes and went beck to playing whatever 
game he had been playing.  Deedee took the opportunity to drag Katie out 
of the room.

"He thinks he's so great because he know stuff.  Well, no matter how 
cool he thinks he is, he's still just a big nerd with semi-good taste in 
entertainment," Deedee huffed.

"He seemed nice," Katie offered.

"Oh, he's super nice!  But I'm kinda mad at him because he said that my 
dearest Mamo-chan was a... *homosexual*."  Deedee sniffled.  Katie 
sweatdropped, which the pink-haired otaku was quick to catch in another 
jar.

"Have to keep the samples separate, you know."  She began labeling the 
two jars.  "Should have done this before.  Do you have a watch?"  Katie 
held up a tiny arm and shook her head no.

"Hmmm, what do we have here?"

Katie whirled towards the new voice.  Her eyes widened as she saw him.  
Her little chibi-heart beat so fast she was afraid it would fly put of 
her chest.

He could have stepped out of an anime.  Pale skin contrasting sharply 
with a thick shock of spiky black hair that fell into his face, 
thankfully not quite hiding his icy blue eyes.  Unlike Cecil, he was 
dressed impeccably, black slacks and a gray button shirt.  He leaned 
against the wall with a completely casual air; hands in pocket, pale 
eyes gazing down at Katie, small smile etched on his face.

Katie's eyes transformed into throbbing pink hearts briefly, before she 
managed to calm herself down while grinning idiotically.  She took a 
deep breath, resisted the urge to jump up and down, and gave the guy her 
coyest smile, forgetting for the moment that she looked more like a 
stuffed toy than a young teenage chock-full of needs, desires, and 
hormones.

The guy stepped forward, kneeling down so he was about eye level with 
her.  "So, it is true.  I wasn't sure I could believe it when the report 
came in, but..."  He let the thought drift off, reaching out a hand 
towards her face.  Katie breathed softly, her eyes settling closed.

"Ohhibrettididntseeyoutherehavetogonowseeyoulaterbyebye."

The next thing Katie knew, she was flying down the hall at very high 
speeds.  It took her a moment to realize that Deedee had grabbed her and 
was running away from the super cute guy.  She sadly watched him recede 
into the distance.

Deedee turned into the nearest door, quickly slamming it, locking it, 
and pushing a nearby desk in front of it for good measure.  She leaned 
against it, sliding to the floor, exhausted.

"Why did you do that?" wailed Katie.  "He was so...so..."  Her shock was 
so great, she couldn't think of an adequate word.

"He is Officer In Charge of Hentai and General Ecchiness."

Katie facefaulted.  "HIM!!???"

Deedee snapped a quick photo of the facefault, for the AEIOU records.  
"Yes, it's quite sad, that such a sick person gets such a great body."  
She sighed.  "Brett's collection of hentai is the largest in three 
states.  He has hentai doujinshi from over one hundred different series.  
He can tell you the number of panty shots in any anime you can name.  He 
has almost a gig of hentai pictures on his computer, Kami knows how many 
videos.  Personally, I think he is super creepy, and wish he wasn't part 
of the club at all, but he is the most fluent in Japanese, and covers 
all of our expenses, since Cecil helps him with his website.  He made 
almost a hundred thousand dollars off of it last year.  One of the 
biggest hentai sites online, and he makes people pay through the nose 
for it."

"Would you mind putting my desk back?"

Deedee yelped and turned to face Anna, who had come into the room from 
another door on the opposite wall.  One glance at the look on Anna's 
face, and the pink-haired girl hurriedly moved the desk back to its 
former position, leaving only a few, barely noticeable gouges on the 
floor.

"I introduced her to everyone, and got some samples and stuff for the 
AEIOU," Deedee said nervously, ready to dive behind the desk at a 
moment's notice.

"Yes, good.  What did you think, Katie?"

Katie wrung her little hands behind her back.  "It seems very nice, but 
I still don't know much about it."

"Really, with all you're talking Deedee, you didn't give her the 
details?"  Deedee inched closer to the desk.  "Well, I started the club 
about two years ago.  The four of us you met are the officers, and the 
main members of the club.  The recruits mostly get together for anime 
showings and such, while we do all the work."

"What do you do, Anna?"

"I'm in charge."  She shot a look at the cowering Deedee, just because 
she could.  "I'm also Officer In Charge of Drama and Bishounens.  That 
allows me to work a good bit with the other three, as my duties overlap 
with theirs.  For example, Deedee here helps me with Shoujo Kakumei 
Utena and Fushigi Yuugi.  Cecil and I are setting up an in-depth guide 
to Gundum Wing on the website, and Brett has access to more yaoi then I 
could even dream of owning."

Katie sweatdropped at that.  Deedee, still in the process of cowering, 
missed it.

"Anyway, the question now is, what are we going to do with you?"

Deedee ceased cowering and popped up, always eager to share her 
opinions.  "I've been thinking about that, Anna-chan.  She could be our 
club's mascot!!  We could take pictures of her in lots of funny outfits 
from different animes and put them all over the website for everyone to 
see!!!"

Katie considered hiding under the desk herself.

"Next time you want to share an idea, please figure out if it is an 
intelligent one first," Anna said dryly.  Deedee bowed her head, mumbled 
a few apologies, and rushed out of the room.

"I... I don't really have to be a mascot, do I, Anna?"

"No Katie, you don't."  There was more kindness in the girl's voice than 
Katie had heard all day.  She looked at the Otaku curiously.  

"What do you think I should do."

"You have to consider to what use you want to put your newfound powers."

"Powers?  What powers?"

"Katie, intentional or not, you have been granted a gift.  You are now 
nearly invulnerable to any serious harm.  And you have taken a step 
outside of the laws of physics.  Gravity now has a much smaller effect 
on you, have you noticed?"

Katie took a small jump out of curiosity.  She flew much higher then she 
had been expecting, bashing her head on the ceiling and falling on the 
floor flat on her back.

Anna continued listing, counting the items on her fingers.  "You are 
small enough to get into places that regular people can't, not to 
mention how malleable your form now is.  Your larger eyes expand your 
field of vision, letting you see more at one time then a regular person.  
And your kawaii factor is so high that, with practice, you could 
probably bend most anyone to your will."

Katie smiled sweetly at Anna, batting her eyes a few times.  "Would you 
pretty please stand on your head and cluck like a chicken?"

"I said with practice."

"Oh."  Katie was somewhat disappointed.

Anna led the girl out of the room.  "But seriously Katie, practice your 
new powers, learn to use them properly.  Make what has happened to you 
mean something, worth something.  Help the world.  Perhaps one day, you 
will even be its savior."

They walked down the hall in silence for a few moments.  Then Katie 
asked, "Anna, do you really think I could save the world?"

Anna considered the question.  "I doubt it.  Actually, it probably won't 
need saving anyway.  But it never hurts to be prepared."

Katie sweatdropped.  Deedee appeared from nowhere, ready with jar in 
hand.

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No newbies were harmed in the writing of this work.

And I hope none were offended.  This was meant purely as a work of 
humor, and I too was a Sailor Moon dub-watching newbie too.  Just 
remember there is a lot more out there.

On the subject of newbie writers, I purposely wrote this piece to be 
fun, but with some sense of ongoing plot.  There are plenty of 
characters to work with, and paths this story could take.  While I agree 
that perhaps a new writer shouldn't try out their skills on a fic with a 
super-complex ongoing story line, I don't think they should be stuck 
with writing plotless fics either, or else how will they get experience 
working with overarching plot?  I hope that this story falls into the 
nice, fun, middle ground.  

Thanks go out to Shinji, Delfina, and Kirk for prereading.  *Cheap plug*  
For something completely different, check out my experimental starter, 
"The Gates Of Time"  E-mail all adoring praise and scathing scorn to 
Lady_Brick@yahoo.com