Dear God, Why'd you Send me to a Host Club?

"What the hell is a host club, anyways?" I asked.

They gaped at me, and I got irritated.

"What?"

"Yuki-san, a host club is -- " Haruhi started, but Tamaki interrupted her -- I mean, him.

He sure does look like a girl.

"A Host club is a club that makes women happy! It is -- " Tamaki exclaimed, and I completely ignored him, instead staring at Haruhi.

He noticed this, and raised a eyebrow.

I stood up, with Tamaki stioll ranting, but kind of watching me now, and walked over to him.

I held my out my hand, palm first, like I did with the portal thing that brought me here, and extended it to his chest.

Right about where boobs should be.

Flesh gave way under my hand.

"Hey! You have those, too!" I exclaimed, astounded, while the other Host Club members panicked around me.

"You....You...." Tamaki stuttered.

The twins just burst into laughter.

Mori just put his hand over Honey's eyes.

And Kyouya had no reaction at all.

Haruhi laughed. "Well, I am a girl, after all."

Then everyone really started to panic.

"She's lying! I mean, uh, He's lying!" Tamaki and the twins shouted at the same time.

"Calm down." Haruhi said, and sighed.

"Yeah, calm down." I said, irritated.

Then something weird went down.