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April/May Event: You Look Familiar... « Thread Started on Apr 1, 2012, 2:42pm »
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STORY: Maybe it was something in the water? Or a Witch is running amok? Who knows, and, frankly, who cares! The only thing that the residence of Death City know, is that they feel a little different, and man they look it. They might find their priorities a little estranged, too.
For one day, the populous find themselves in a rather bad fanfiction; gender bent. It's up to them as to whether they embrace their inner guy or girl, but NOTE; Their sexuality will change with this. So a guy who IS attracted to girls, will not be attracted to girls when a girl themselves, and a lesbian will not be attracted to girls when gender bent, but will turn 'gay' and be attracted to guys. Bisexuals go Asexual. Why? BECAUSE I CAAANN.
Re: April/May Event: You Look Familiar... « Reply #1 on Apr 7, 2012, 3:16pm »
In Death City, it was known that anything could happen. Whether that be a gremlin infestation or a few buildings blowing up for no particular reason. Outside of that city, however, Gerrard Mieville had not expected anything to happen of that nature. To make matters worse, it seemed to have a profound effect on the people around him, as well as himself. Or, really, herself. It was a peculiar feeling, waking up and suddenly feeling... weird. His chest seemed to have gotten a tenfold bigger, and there seemed to be an empty space somewhere in his bottom half. He stared at himself in the mirror at the end of the bed. At first, he thought he was dreaming. Then he wondered if he had taken drugs and was now hallucinating. "You look very um... dashing?" Came a voice from his left. It was deep, strong and yet very gentle. Gerrard stayed perfectly still, seeing a man sit up in place of Alice. The man had blue eyes, dark hair.... Gerrard turnned his head to look at Alice.
"Well, uh. This is awkward." He said, his voice trembling slightly and shaking. He had to look up at her. Now that just wasn't normal. She was handsome as a man, he realized. Almost and beautiful as she's been as a woman. It came to him, suddenly, that he was still attracted to her, even though this change had been rather enormous on both his body and his mind. He looked away from her and back to the mirror. "My breasts hurt."
Alice laughed and fell back, and, she realized, she was still dressed in her woman's underwear and Gerrard still in his. "Yep. Being a mother does that to you. Now, I think we should swap clothes before you get nailed to the floor by those jugs of yours." Alice winked and handed Gerrard her no-longer functioning underwear. She obviously didn't see the awkwardness behind the situation they found themselves in. Gerrard hesitated, before taking it. His brow furrowed and he observed it, eventually raising an eyebrow at Alice. "You figure it out. I mean, you can take them off pretty well." She smirked and stood. With a new intrigue, she pulled on some of Gerrard's underwear and studied herself in the mirror, swiveling this way at that and, then, grimacing as she noticed her eyebrows. She was used to arched, perfect ones but now she felt disgusting. Of course, she was glad she hadn't been stuck with a monobrow -she would have killed herself if she had- but it just didn't look nice. They weren't sluggish, but much thicker and less groomed than what she found appealing. She thought to herself very quickly about Gerrard. He'd not had eyebrows this thick, in fact he almost looked like a girl in that department. Gerrard was still fiddling with the black bra Alice had handed to him, and managed to figure it out and let out a small squeak of success. "I got it on finally!" "Now take it off again." Alice said, in a demanding tone. Gerrard stared at her. "Why?"
Alice sighed and shook her head. There was stress, and then there was dealing with a man who -somehow- had turned into a woman. Not only that but their roles seemed to have swapped; it wasn't just that they'd changed genders, they'd changed bodies on a general level. She had that slightly shiny skin of scar tissue, and something quite substantial in her pants, and Gerrard had her height and his new female body had responded to the fact he was a mother. That was just plain weird. "Because your child's probably hungry. Now go do what you were designed to do."
Gerrard's face flushed red and he seemed to curl up into a ball. "But they hurt, Goddamnit!" He started to rock back and forth, his arms folded over his now very large breasts. Alice looked at them and raised an under groomed eyebrow. Yes, they were swollen because of motherhood -or was it fatherhood?- but they were a good size E. They were too big for Alice's, which were of her motherhood size -a rather tantalizing DD. "Yes, they probably do, but you're going to have to deal with it." She smirked and got changed, and walked out of the door. Gerrard got up and followed her into Isaac's room. He was aghast.
"WHAT THE HELL HAS HAPPENED TO MY SON!" Alice rubbed her eyes and leaned over the cot/bed, looking down on her child. "Well it seems... Isaac's now your daughter..." Gerrard almost passed out with shock, stumbling backwards and catching himself on the door. "I can deal with you being a man and me being a woman but my son's my son! I know I said I'd like a daughter but this... this is just... no!" He seemed to be hyperventilating. Alice picked up her new daughter and frowned. It was true. It felt wrong for their baby to suddenly change gender. But, after all the things that had happened so far, she guessed that it should be accepted. However, that did complicate things in a mental way. Gerrard obviously couldn't take it.
Alice passed Isaac to Gerrard. "Here. A hungry baby should ease that aching chest of yours," Alice said with a maleficent glee. Gerrard took Isaac into his hands, but was undoubtedly uncomfortable. There was that awkward aura to Gerrard. While he had the body of a woman ready to do that job, he still had the mind of a man and found the whole idea of breastfeeding a little too... intimate? He didn't have the instinctual nature of a female. "When you're done, or rather, when the baby's done, we can go out." Alice left Gerrard with that, and walked out.
While she left Gerrard to his own devices, she mourned her horrible eyebrows, although she refused to pick up her tweezers. It would take a long time to trim them, and anyway, she had turned into a man. No one would care as long as they weren't mono or anything like that. She found herself jealous of Gerrard's rather sexy body. She was beginning to that, as a man, she was beginning to think like one. Those estrogen hormones apparently hadn't seemed to take an effect on Gerrard yet. But she sure as hell was getting effected by testosterone. Hu. I suddenly want to fuck Gerrard. And not how it used to be... okay this is weird.
About half an hour later, Gerrard wandered on down the stairs still red as his hair. He said nothing, and looked over to Alice. He looked mortified, that and he's also managed to get dressed. "How... do you do it so casually?" Alice grinned and laughed, picking Gerrard up in her arms and giggling at the terror on his face. The role reversal had definitely gone in her favour, she loved how awkward she could make him now, and how much more she could probably get away with like this. It wasn't something she wanted to push too far, but it was very tempting. "You know what's funny? Think about it, we've swapped general body state. I've got your gender and height, and you've got mine, so, if I think this through... you should be pregnant!" At that, Gerrard's face went god awfully pale. "What! You can't be serious, Alice!"
Alice grinned and put Gerrard down, she took her handbag down from the coat rack and handed it to Gerrard, she then tried on one of his coats. There was a fire in her eyes that was familiar to Gerrard, the one she had when her labour began, and one she had when she had a devious plan on the way. He wasn't about to doubt her ingenious nature as a man. "Merry becoming-a-pregnant-woman, Gerrard! I was hoping to keep it a secret until your birthday but fuck it, I just had to say it! Now, we're going shopping for baby stuff." "But... I cant't be pregnant, I haven't even had my first period yet!" He blushed at that and fell silent for a moment. "And can't we just re-use Isaac's stuff?" "No, of course not! We don't know how big the baby's going to be, Isaac was quite small, and I don't want to feel cheap." Gerrard decided he should just call it quits there, and go along with Alice, because he was to bewildered to really argue back anything valid enough for her to not argue back to. And he was a woman -pregnant, no less- and so he didn't want to strain himself with stress too much, although it might have been a little too late for that. "... I can't go out with you calling me Gerrard all the time."
Alice turned and smiled, she had already thought about that, obviously. "Okay then, I can be Alex and you can be Geraldine!" She swung the car keys on her finger, holding out a coat to Gerrard. He took it hesitantly. "But, I don't want to be-" "C'mon, Geraldine, we've got to get you some chocolate and an awful lot of baby clothes." "I'm not a dog," he growled. Even so, he still found himself following Alice into the car and he begged for this nightmare to be over soon. He didn't like the feeling of being a woman, the usual mass ration was complete flipped and he his brain was just buzzing over petting things like if there was a mysterious dog hair on his jacket or something trivial like that.
He found himself a lot more envious and sympathetic towards Alice, and how much he had taken for granted about her. But he knew there was a reason he had been born a male; he just wasn't fit for this kind of life. He looked to Alice and hoped, soon, that everything would just go back to normal.
Re: April/May Event: You Look Familiar... « Reply #2 on Apr 17, 2012, 4:09pm »
It was still very early yet, with the sun not having yet peeked its head up over the horizon. For the most part Death City was peaceful and quiet in these early hours, which was part of why he liked them so much. But for Theron Bradford d'Metreon, this morning would prove to be anything but peaceful.
The first thing that struck him as he got up was that he'd slept unusually well. His entire body felt sluggish and his mind as well -- for a light sleeper like Theron, waking up so disconnected to himself and his surroundings was at once worrying and refreshingly placid... or at least, it might have been if he'd been in any state of mind to think about it critically. Half dragging himself out from under the covers, Theron plodded off towards the bathroom, head in a fog, badly needing to feel a splash of cold water on his face.
It wasn't until, standing in front of the bathroom mirror with hand on the faucet knob, that she noticed some... unexpected changes.
" . . . "
"La naiba, Bellatrix!!"
Theron had been through some bizarre experiences in his young lifetime, even long before Shibusen. Waking up only to find that his body had been experimented on in some way was nothing new -- thus his initial reaction -- but this...
Slowly, as he took in his -- her -- predicament, a slight tremble came over the young Romanian. No... even with all of her sadistic pseudo-science, this couldn't be the work of his malevolent older sister. Bellatrix wasn't the stealthy one in the family and, sure enough, a quick glimpse around the apartment confirmed no signs of forced entry. At a loss, Theron walked over and fell, more than sat, onto the apartment's sole couch -- the exposed mammaries bouncing and jiggling distractingly from the motion -- and began forcing his -- her -- brain to consider the situation. Yesterday he'd had the body of a young boy... and now, somehow this morning he suddenly had female parts and -- a quick "check" confirmed it -- a certain familiar aspect of male anatomy was inexplicably gone. There was no way he could figure this insanity out on his own... and suddenly he -- she -- was feeling unusually cold.
His -- her -- normal shirts chaffed, to say nothing of the fencing gear he -- she -- wore underneath. Eventually Theron simply gave up in frustration and donned a white dress shirt instead of the protective suit. It went against every principle of preparedness that he -- she -- had ever had, but desperate times and all. With that easing the chaffing he -- she -- was finally able to get his -- her -- regular outfit on... though it certainly looked a bit different on this new body. All the while Theron found his (or was it her?) mind running in circles, increasing frustrated and confused by the situation... and the nagging realization that cold hard logic just wasn't coming as easily as it used to. Emotional concerns seemed to be rising to the surface left and right despite attempts to push them aside --Theron was getting a crash course on the mindset and life struggles of the opposite gender, with the key word being 'crash'. How did Nova --
-- and then his (her?) blood ran cold. There was no way she could see him (her?) like this! But... she was really the only person Theron could turn to, the only one who could be trusted. If the young d'Metreon were to try and go outside in this state, to approach the teaching staff or literally anyone for help...!
Theron didn't even know she was crying until the tears began falling onto her clenched, white-knuckled fists.
"What... the...?"
It had so completely snuck up on him that for a split second Theron wondered if there was a drip coming from the ceiling. Then the flush and wetness on her face registered and the boy-turned-girl found him-her-self completely and utterly at a loss. And the more she tried to stop, the more the tears kept coming until Theron d'Metreon was, quite literally, reduced to a sobbing, sniffling little girl.
It was a humbling experience.
Maybe five, ten minutes, maybe half an hour or more went by before Theron was truly collected and the last tears were dry. He... she had to face this unexpected obstacle. If it was temporary, find a way to return to normal; if it was permanent, learn to live with it. There was no mindless self-fondling or "checking out the new equipment" as would've been the case for most guys-turned-girls; female or male, Theron was far too pragmatic (and self-conscious) to resort to base self-gratifications like that. That... and the thought was simply too awkward; his/her poor half-fried brain was still trying to come to grips with the reality of his situation, with how it could... no, it would change his life. He'd already had an emotional breakdown -- the last time he'd cried like that had been his mother's death, and although equally jarring this situation was by no means on the same level of personal importance -- and more surprising changes were no doubt waiting for him. Trying to be logical, he'd already come to grips with several key truths: he'd (she'd) have to completely re-learn how to fight due to those things on his/her chest, figure out how to cope with female clothing, that time of the month... it almost made the Romanian dizzy trying to accept that this was really happening.
And telling people. Heaven and hell, telling people! What would his classmates think, his teachers? Would crazy Prof Stein come out of retirement for the chance to dissect him/her? And . . . Nova. Did this change everything? The logical side of him (what was still functioning) insisted 'no'... but deep down another part thought otherwise. Emotions she didn't understand started rising up and Theron was forced to shake them out of her head or risk another fit of tears. He ... she couldn't operate this way. Focus!! The word, screamed into her mind, hardly helped -- if anything, it added a touch of panic to the volatile stew of thoughts and feelings that was threatening to boil over.
There had to be some advantages to this, right? She racked her increasingly frantic brain for every tidbit she knew about the female body. Greater natural flexibility -- that was good. Higher innate pain tolerance. Better sense of smell. Better color discernment. More keen sense of touch. Better usage of the corpus callosum...
Who was he -- she -- kidding? Theron hung her head in defeat... she needed help. There was no way that he -- she -- could deal with this all by herself. Her head was spinning and the prospect of passing out seemed very real. There was only one thing for it, then.
The cell phone was on the desk, just where he'd left it (when he was still a he). Theron was dialing Nova's number before she even realized it, and listening with baited breath to each ring.
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Re: April/May Event: You Look Familiar... « Reply #3 on Apr 18, 2012, 3:45pm »
A peaceful day off from school and work, right? That's what Vespera Velázquez was expecting. Just sit back in her dorm room, listen to some music, hang out with her roommates... maybe sooner than she thought. Someone was shaking her violently as she was trying to sleep in. She slowly started to open her eyes, and before her vision cleared up it certainly looked like what Karen went to sleep in... still, she was having trouble focusing. Could be because her head wasn't sitting still. Her hearing hadn't quite come in either, but it sounded like Karen if she had a sore throat, maybe.
"Wake up! ViVi! Wake up!"
"Huh...? What's up, Karen...? Ugh... do I have a cold or something? Do you, for that matter?"
Then her vision finally came into focus. "Karen" was a guy?! That's certainly the red pajamas Karen wore... oh god, what's going on?! Vespera immediately backed up in her bed, pulling the cover up to her face.
"Who are you!? And... why are you dressed like Karen?!"
Then "Karen" immediately held up a mirror and Vespera looked into it in total shock. Her jaw was literally hanging open as she realized Karen wasn't the only one replaced by a male in girl's sleepwear.
"... No!" Vespera said in horror.
"... That's exactly what I said." Karen said with a heavy sigh.
"What about Rita...?"
"She went home for the weekend, remember?"
"... Right." Vespera said, rubbing the back of her head... his... head. This blue hair looked ridiculous on a guy's body...
"It's everyone. Everyone on the campus had this happen. And in Death City it looks like."
"... Huh. So the boys got turned into girls?" Vespera asked.
"Yep. Needless to say both dorms are in panic mode." Karen responded, sitting back down on her bed... his... bed. Oh god, this is going to get confusing really quick.
Karen was the very definition of a girl to Vespera, even those pajamas had a floral print to them, and her dark purple hair was as strait as it could be. It was always combed, she even combed it before bed. It was kinda funny considering her weapon form is a Morning Star, which is about as far from a feminine-looking weapon as possible. Vespera? Vespera was surprisingly adaptable. Sure, she didn't have any clothes for boys, but she had clothes that would make a transition very smooth. In an instant "she" had changed into a blue hoodie and some navy blue jogging pants. They fit, but things were a little tight... in the wrong places. This was going to have to change really quick, so she started to grab her small pink money purse and the key to the dorm room.
"What are you doing? I'm just going to wait it out here. This can't be permanent." Karen asked, laying back down and pulling the covers back up over her shoulders.
"What if it is, Karen? I do know one thing, this is far too uncomfortable to deal with for even a day. I'm going out. Sucks that I just got a job and I'm spending money on clothes that I likely won't ever use again... But hey! I get to construct an outfit as a guy, so that's going to be very interesting."
“You are so weird. Only you would revel in being a guy just to make new outfits.”
”Gotta make the best of bad situation, right?” Vespera said with a grin. “She” looked into a large mirror on the wall as she combed her hair back. Add a pair of sunglasses, and hopefully she won't stick out too bad while running around town.
What does it matter, though? If so many people are suffering from this, how is anyone going to know who she is? She's not going to stick out, and it seems blue is a popular hair color around here, something that irritated her to no end. At least, that's what she noticed in the people she knew from Shibusen. At least two other people with blue hair, one of them was even her Meister!
“She” stepped out the door without much problem, making sure the staff knew who she was and what she was going to do before she goes out. She walked slowly, pondering what had happened. What caused this? Clearly magic of some sorts. At least, she hoped so, because if someone at Shibusen was responsible for this? She was going to hurt them. Badly.
The idea that she might be stuck like this was already killing her. Sure, she was putting on a brave face just by leaving the dorms like this, but she was feeling like none of her traits would work as a male. For one, even though she's grown accustomed to being around her roommates and friends, she was still very shy, and she knew shy guys. They never get anywhere. Sure, shy girls don't do much better, but she knew of the common opinion, one which she shared as well, that guys are supposed to take the initiative. She wouldn't be able to do that. The only reason she came out now was to get some clothes that would be comfortable to wait this out in.
Her thoughts wandered even further to her last partner, Lynn. Still in that hospital bed. At least she wouldn't have to be awake for any of this. Hell, if she were awake she'd still be kicking ass and taking names, not worrying about being stuck as the opposite gender. Her current Meister, Cin, she probably wouldn't have much trouble with the transition either. Now, Rick on the other hand... he was probably feeling just as much like a fish out of water as she was. Nova... there's no telling what she'd be up to. Maybe she should go check in on them...?
No. Clothes first.
Vespera arrived in the shopping district in no time at all, it seemed to her. Mainly due to the wandering thoughts occupying her mind instead of how many steps she had taken. She quickly found a clothing store and it was surprisingly quick work. In less than thirty minutes, mainly because the staff had also been suffering from this, Vespera had changed from her athletic clothes and came out, for lack of a better term, a new man.
Now Vepsera felt the part she had been forced in to. “He” was now wearing some faded blue carpenter jeans, a white tank-top, a black belt with a silver Shinigami-face buckle, black fingerless gloves, and a short-sleeved black button-up shirt with blue flame designs around the waist and arms. A sleeker pair of sunglasses now covered his eyes instead of the girlish round-frame ones from before. “He” was ready to go back out. But where to?
He kept looking around at places, wondering what he was going to do until this was over. Normally feeling as down as this would be the perfect circumstances to construct a cute new outfit, but that sure as hell wasn't going to work as a guy. Besides, he's already crafted an appearance for now. He still has a good deal of money from saving up for an apartment, but those plans are kind of on hold for now... so apartment was out, clothes were out, he spends all day surrounded by books anyway, so what to do while she is a he?
During his aimless wandering, something caught his eye... something that can be used regardless of gender.
A guitar. It was beautiful! A 335-body, a blue sunburst... and it was on sale! It came with a strap, a case, and obviously the strings, but a spare set too! He quickly rushed inside and came out with it put in its case. It was time to ROCK! This would be “his” one chance to try and do some songs that she knows she wouldn't be able to as a girl!
And then Vespera started to think... Maybe putting together a band would be fun, but first, he... she needed to learn how to play herself. This would be a perfect way to waste time until she returned to normal.
Re: April/May Event: You Look Familiar... « Reply #5 on May 14, 2012, 12:34pm »
Not bad, not bad at all. He tilted his face and prodded at his cheeks, carefully analyzing the reflection from multiple angles. The features retained a soft, feminine quality to them, and the large brown eyes cemented the baby-faced look. ”I’m fucking adorable,” Evan said aloud, relishing his newly deepened voice (a lovely viola to the boring, expected cellos and double basses, or so he thought) as much as he did his effeminate features. ”Bitches wish they had skin this good.” Had he always been so fetching, or had shedding the other X chromosome and its accompanying constant deprecation of one’s features merely allowed him to not be too neurotic to appreciate the obvious truth? The born-again male casually lifted his shirt up, half hoping that- Nope. Expecting insta-abs was pushing his luck, though was it really so much to ask for to have a corresponding growth spurt included? He turned in place to examine his backside. Of course there had to be a few minor, superficial flaws retained in his physical appearance. How else could the jealousy of the less fortunate be held off long enough for them to come to their senses and be awed by his baby-faced glory?
After the initial shock of newfound manhood, Evan was more intrigued than anything else, and had spent edging onto an hour standing in front of a full-length mirror showering compliments and congratulations on himself for just being such an attractive individual. Truly, he had been blessed, and from this rare gift came the responsibility to share it with those who had lost out on the genetic lottery and had taken a thorough beating from puberty. It was a heavy burden, to be sure, to have to primp himself so that the enraptured public would only ever behold a vision of perfection. The lazy and ungrateful would try to assume that their natural beauty would suffice, but he was far less arrogant and out of touch with the little people. He, Evan Liu, had enough perspective (or imagination to get a faint glimmer of the tragic life experiences of a non-beautiful person) to appreciate whatever praise and idle fawning would inevitably be thrown his way. It would be insufferably rude to dismiss these impulsive vocalizations, though apparently others didn’t get the memo.
Just who the hell did that Rocton Barrett take himself for anyhow? Walking around acting like having naïve, starry-eyed women swooning over him was his god given right. What an asshole, to pretend to be utterly uninterested in reaffirming their praise. He isn’t even pretty; he just barely clears the lower limit of passably tolerable to glance at! What could possibly be attractive about his facial scars, honestly? Oh, what a big tough guy, sporting the proof of past battles. They make him such a fascinating individual and the stories behind them just have to be thrilling tales of bravado and youthful recklessness. Anyone could slip up enough to let a Kishin Egg try to play plastic surgeon with their face, but it took an expert to keep his visage as flawlessly beautiful as Evan did his. That whole ‘strong, silent stranger in need of the perfect woman to heal his battered heart’ act was getting so old it made the demon weapon disgusted to even call it to mind. What did those girls expect? To melt that so-called steely cold heart so they could ride off into the sunset together? Bitch please, as though someone with a thousand and one angsty, “deep” adolescent issues like that could possibly spare some precious time from brooding to pay attention to another person’s feelings. All those poor, sensitive ladies, their hearts crushed by that douche.
Screw Rocton and his angst. This Mr. Liu’s arms were wide open and waiting for those unfortunate hunnies. There’s a new heartthrob in town, and this one’s actually interested in playing around. It was quite clear to Evan now what his personal mission would be. As the gift of fate to all the spurned females of Shibusen, Evan resolved to be there to sweep up the remnants of their shattered romantic fantasies; he had more than enough room for all of them, if you get where he’s going with this. ”I’d do me,” Evan asserted to himself as he pushed his short brown hair around. He laughed as he came to a realization: ”I did do me!” What other explanation could there be for why he, an owner of a complete set of male genitalia, could be doing slinking out of a room in the girl’s dormitory at the ungodly hour of six thirty in the morning? ”I was such a beast I couldn’t even get out of bed to go to class the next morning.” He bumped fists with his counterpart in the mirror. ”I’m getting all hot and bothered just looking at myself.”
He clasped his hands together behind his back, and drew up a knee slightly as he lowered his head to look up shyly at the mirror. ”Me? You can have any girl you want but you chose me?” he simpered in a falsetto. Evan quickly shifted his feet to face the opposite direction. He held his arm out to hook around an imaginary waist, and pretended to tenderly trace the outline of a face that would doubtlessly be completely lost in worship of his. ”Shhhh, babe. We’re together, alone, and that’s all that matters.” He was once again the helpless object of his fleeting affections. ”E-Evan, do you mean- Oh! Oh! Evan!”
”SHUT THE FUCK UP OVER THERE,” his neighbor yelled, slapping his palm against the wall several times for good measure. Evan was startled and froze stock still while his eyes darted towards the door and windows. The former was still locked and the latter had the curtains drawn as usual. ”Haters gonna hate,” he said as he flipped his hair and rolled his eyes. How pathetic that boy must be to object to all the fake action he was getting. After a final touch up to his hair, Evan sashayed out of his room to complete the rest of his morning routine.
It didn’t take long until after he began the trek to his classes that he spotted a potential target in the hallway. She was leaning against the wall next to a classroom door, furiously texting away. He looked down at his own improvised outfit: a thin blue V-neck shirt, black shorts that cut off at the knees, and simple cloth shoes. It was a dangerous combination that could easily veer into the territory of “douche bag hipster sissy boy”, but he was convinced he had just the baby faced flair to pull it off. The girl herself was no better dressed, and quite honestly made for a homely female, but it was all the better for amplifying his charm.
Evan sidled up to her. He leaned his arm against the wall directly in front of her, acutely aware that she was a good five or six inches taller than he. As her eyes flicked up towards him, the weapon flashed a sly smile that grew into a self-confident smirk as the hands holding her cellphone fell towards her lap. He arched his eyebrows at her and gave just the slightest nod of the head towards the presumably empty classroom.
He didn’t know if even if he had expected the fist that came flying at his lovely mug, whether or not he could have dodged it. It was a pretty damn quick fist. He was quite sure it broke the sound barrier as it traced its trajectory straight to his right eye. Very few possessed the reflexes to avoid it. That would be the case, of course, if a female would actually dare to even think about marring his face. It was simply impossible for a girl to not only remain immune to his looks but also reject him, violently. Utterly incomprehensible. Such a thing just could not possibly happen. It was not only impossible, but also completely improbable. Whatever it was that sent him running down the hallway to frantically check his face in the mirror, it could not have been a female who took offense to his advances. Evan leaned as closely as he could into the closest reflective surface he could find, whimpering softly as his fingers prodded the skin around his eye. Being beautiful was hard, truly hard. Horribly difficult when others had the gall to look their gift horse in the mouth.
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Re: April/May Event: You Look Familiar... « Reply #6 on May 16, 2012, 12:02am »
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Dhwang!
Ishida Sai groaned out of pure exasperation. The curse of the comfy bed was well deep into his being making him hesitate from escaping the nice dream the meister was having at the moment. Yet, the clock had to ruin it all. His hand was already grasping the alarm clock, preventing the hammer to continue its incessant beating against the bells on both sides. Sliding one pinky down the circular shape of the object, he was able to snap the clock off, rendering it silent.
He groaned once more to divulge his consciousness into dreams once more… Until the sun got into his eyes.
”…Goddammit, fine.”
Slowly moving back the covers, he slowly sat up while rubbing his eyes tiredly. He initiated the usual “look-around-the-room” to finally jump-start his lethargic brain into action like an old motor.
”Fine. Let’s go…”
He yawned which still signaled the degree of sleep that still existed within his eyes. Finally tensing the muscles within his shoulders, Sai cocked his head left and right as he got to his feet. The teen grabbed a simple bottle of shampoo and body wash all in one according to the label. It was a mere pain to simply carry a bar of soap since the cardboard packaging would get soggy from the water accumulated through the abulations of cleaning the body. Shuffling with only a tank top and a pair of boxers on, he continued to exit out of his room, passing through the empty hallway into the restroom.
The continuous sound from the friction of his movement was the only thing that occupied the empty area.
”Looks like I’m first,” the meister muttered with even tidbits of lethargic sensations still settling in his brain as he grinned.
There would be peace to enjoy the lukewarm water. The silent peace undisturbed by the immature cat-callings of his fellow male peers and the rumors of whomever they’re talking about. Along with fake claims of “getting laid” in the night, Ishida usually rolled his eyes at the topics of their useless conversations. Perhaps, Japan and U.S. still had some similarities despite the obvious differences in culture and technology in everyday lives.
Choosing a stall, Sai simply stood next by to it to start stripping. As he looked down to grab the hem of his shirt, there were two mounds at his breast area…
”What the---“ his eyes dilated in pure shock which completely kicked out the lethargy inside his brain.
Quickly, he grasped them with his own hands, almost kneading them together. There was a strange sensation as he did so, which caused him to blink…
Slowly with fear already settling in his (or possibly her), he/she reached down to the crotch to notice there was nothing there. A silence reigned rule inside the shower room. It was clear. The lack of male gonads in place of female mammary mounds on his chest was a clear indicator of that he is---
”WHAT THE FUCK!?
---A female.
She immediately clasped his mouth with both hands, soft yet still rugged from earlier conflicts in her life. It was as if there was some sort of filter that was finally lifted from his own senses…
”…What the hell…?” she whispered to herself still in disbelief.
Even to add onto his shock, the tone of her voice was also changed. Gone was the earlier stoic sounding voice. In with the lighter feminine version of it.
”Oh God why….?” she groaned exasperatedly.
He-- She couldn’t understand what the hell was happening right now… She had to get the hell out of here. Fast to boot. But, as if by the wicked twist of fate, Sai could hear people, males, coming by; heralded by their noisy collective footsteps.
Sai couldn’t help, but whisper viciously at her bad luck, ”SHIT!
They were getting closer and no time to run away. Looking around for a place to hide, she jumped into a shower stall and closed the curtains with gusto, concealing her person. Her heartbeat was on an all time high, unlike all the previous situations, this seemed entirely dire…
”Hey, you seen the tits of that Sarah chick?”
”Goddamn, yeah! I’m motorboating that shit the first chance I get next time.”
Remembering that they might open her stall seeing that it seemed empty, Sai gulped and started to completely strip down with some reluctance. Closing her eyes, she felt the tank top ascend itself off her chest to reveal her somewhat endowed breasts along and taking down the boxers to set them both over the pole that held the curtains.
The meister opened her eyes to see silhouettes of her peers in the shower room. Quickly, the teen turned the knob to turn on the showerhead, pouring sprinkling droplets of water onto her naked form.
”Don’t look down… Don’t look down…” she silently prayed to herself so in the case she wouldn’t establish the fact she is a pervert… It was only an accident this change happened. Yes, it has to be…
The Japanese female continued to listen on the useless dialogue between peers outside of her own protective perimeter. As she waited more silhouettes appeared through the curtains.
Not… Good… At this rate, it’ll get so crowded that some people will notice what is up with the stall she is in at the moment… She cannot get out. Escape is impossible.
”…Shit…”
But as worry started to eat her away… The constant curiosity of the female body imprinted in DNA (shared by all men of in her age), was also nagging her… It was an effort to keep a straight face staring at the curtains, yet…
She finally gave in, looking down at her assets… Her curious hands would’ve sampled around the accentuated shapes of her new body if it weren’t for the fact---
”HEY! HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN THERE!?”
”…OH SHIT…” Sai almost jolted.
From the shower curtains, she could see one shadow inching closer towards her stall… Her flustered instincts took over like a drunken man full of liquor.
Immediately, without even any clothes on… She jumped kicked her way out smashing into the face of the male student who rudely asked if the stall was for use earlier…
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Whatever happened next according to reports… Was that every male in the shower room were found sprawled all across the tiled floors with numerous bruises on their faces… A pool of blood was being drained down the single drain at the center of the area, which was easily flooded, it, making its attempt to drain the red fluid out more difficult…
According to the victims, there was a girl showering in the male’s shower room…
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