Well that's not right.... [Open]

[Hino Tetsuya]

BEEP BEEP BEEEE—BANG

Hino pulled his hand back from his nightstand where he’d just abused his alarm clock. He rolled over with a quiet groan. He’d had an absolutely horrid night; it was as if it were completely impossible to get comfortable in his own bed. He momentarily considered getting out of bed, but brushing it aside in favor of a few extra minutes of sleep. The snooze alarm would go off soon enough.

It wasn't long before he decided sleep was impossible and he may as well just get up if he’s wide awake, Hino pushed himself to a sitting position, leaning over slightly to avoid dizziness. He was usually quite the morning person, having to get up early for training a lot of mornings. But there was something about this morning, something just felt off. And he couldn’t put his finger on it.

He stood and began to trudge over to his closet.

BEEP BEEP BEEEEP –

“I’m awake” Hino squeaked at the small device as he flicked it to off. His eyes narrowed and he touched his finger tips to his throat.

What on earth was wrong with his voice? Why was it was so… high?

He shrugged it off, blaming it on his erratic sleeping that night. He pulled out his school uniform and lay it delicately on his bed before heading for the bathroom to shower.

Upon entering Hino noticed it had been used only moments ago by his brother, as it was still very warm and filled with steam. He closed the door and started the shower before pulling his night shirt over his head.

What the?

Hino panicked grabbing for the towel on the rack and wrapping it around himself on impulse. He blinked franticly. Had he just seen…?

He pulled his towel open a little and looked down. His eyes widened and his snapped it closed again. He had seen it! His breathing became considerably faster as he looked about the floor trying to think of any plausible reason as to why he would have woken up with breasts.

At least….

He paused.

He hoped it was just breasts.

His fingers crept down to the waist band of his boxer shorts tentatively pulling them away from his skin only slightly.

Oh god…

Hino blinked himself awake, and lifted himself from the bathroom floor rubbing the base of his head. He must have passed out. He thought to himself. Maybe he’d dreamt it all? He considered positively.

He placed his hands softly on his chest, his eyebrows drew together on realisation that it was real. He was awake, he was himself, but he was a girl. Not only that, but when he stood up and looked down it was pretty obvious he was on the curvier side of the female physique. He waist remained slim but his hips seemed to have broadened and although he wouldn't consider himself a good judge of female breast size, if he were to guess, his seemed a little larger than what he’d seen on other girls his height.

Hino sighed heavily. If he couldn't change it, he had to deal with it. And he would certainly figure out a way! But now he had to get ready for school. He couldn’t afford to miss training this close to the championships.

He showered quickly, and dashed to his bedroom making sure the corridor was clear before leaving.

He pulled his school pants on quite easily though they were a whole lot tighter around his waist and butt, but he knew his jacket would mostly hide that. The best he could manage for support was a tight tank top he’d had in his dresser from his earlier school years. He pulled it on and put his white shirt on over the top. The buttons created a bit of a problem, pulling slightly over his chest area.

He sighed heavily, his eyes slipping over to the clock beside his bed. He had to hurry to get to school on time now. He quickly pulled his jacket on, lifted his school bag on to his shoulder and dashed downstairs, he put the bento his mother had prepared for him in his bag and bid them farewell apologizing profusely for his rush.

***

Hino had gotten to school and through the first couple of classes relatively unscathed. He remained calm and pretended that nothing at all was wrong or out of the ordinary and thankfully no one called his bluff.

He arrived in the boy’s gymnastic team’s locker room, relieved to find it empty. This way he could change into his training clothes with no trouble. He put his bag in his locker and changed quickly into his tracksuit pants. Then removing his jacket and shirt and leaving his tight tank top on while he went in search of his blue top and tracksuit jacket.

Where are they…?

He searched desperately, trying to think where he had seen them last. Were they still at home? His thought process came to a complete halt when he heard the door to the locker room open and footsteps enter.

He was screwed.


ooc: wow... that was interesting. If anyone wants to jump in.. feel free!!! And if they want their characters to gender switch do that too, if not thats ALSO fine! I just really wanted to post this!! HAHA

[Nippori Keiji]

Getting up bright and early was what Nippori was used to by now. After all, he had to get his little brothers up and ready for kindergarten and elementary. He fussed over them before himself, still dressed in a pair of baggy shorts and a baggy t-shirt. He got them washed and dressed, which was quite a task, and got their bags and things together while Hinako, who was already dressed, set their lunches on the table and got them breakfast.

Picking up his clothes, he slipped into the bathroom. After washing his face, he set about brushing his hair and got it styled its usual way as fast as he could so he wasn’t behind - or any further than he usually was, at least.

It was as he pulled off his shirt that he first noticed it. Ehh… He looked down at his chest, and practically fell over in shock, grabbing a hold of the sink and towel rack as he nearly toppled backwards. His thoughts went into chaos, before it all came to a standstill as one particular thought made it’s way through.

Gulping, Nippori was actually scared to look below the waistband of his shorts. His heartbeat had increased what seemed like tenfold and his breathing was all uneven. Taking a deep breath, he reached down and moved the waistband of his shorts and boxers away from his body.

To say he was freaking out was an understatement.

It turned out he had seemingly unintentionally let out some sort of noise of distress or panic at the discovery he was now missing a certain appendage, as his sister’s slightly concerned voice sounded through the bathroom door. Jumping in fright, Nippori clutched his chest, before immediately removing his hands as if he had been burned. He had accidentally touched…those.

Hurriedly, he had reassured his sister that everything was fine (deliberately trying to make his voice a little deeper), and got dressed in the bathroom, inwardly crying and cringing and trying his best to not look at himself. Throwing on his dark blue shirt and his school trousers, he pulled on his hoody and zipped it right up to his neck.

Thankful that both his shirt and hoody were a little baggy, he dashed out of the bathroom pulling on his school jacket and grabbed his bag, his bento for lunch, and pulled on his shoes, all the while making excuses to Hinako about how he had to leave and how she would have to drop their brothers off at school. Before she could even say a word against it, he was out the door.

Truthfully, Nippori felt a bit bad, but his inner-turmoil was stronger than his guilt. He was…a girl? How did that even happen? What?! Why?! When?! Where?! Making a whining noise at the back of his throat, he carried on his way to school.

Classes had been hell. Even more than usual, that is. He had sat keeping himself to himself, and keeping his mouth shut. He had been incredibly fidgety though, and so ended up attracting unwanted attention from his classmates. He had also avoided meeting up with Aniki and Ryosuke that morning for fear of being discovered. What the hell would they say if they found it? Nippori didn’t want to think about it…

As soon as the bell rang, he was the first person up and out of the classroom. He made his way down the stairs only to come to a halt as he got outside the building. Should he really go to the clubroom? It’d be all too obvious that something was wrong then. But maybe if he could get there before anyone else…

Mind made up, he set off in the direction of the clubroom, although each of his steps was more hesitant than the last. Biting his lip, he opened the clubroom door and entered in a hurried fashion.

He skid to a halt as he spotted Hino, a squeak that was far too high for his liking unintentionally passing his lips. He floundered for something to say, or do, his hands making the vaguest of movements, and a few stuttered attempts at a greeting left his lips. He just couldn’t seem to grasp his usual self as his mind was purely focused on the change to his chest and…between his legs.

Mentally slapping himself, he told himself to calm down. He didn’t need people asking unnecessary questions, because he knew he would mess up on the answer and he would be found out.

After taking a deep breath, he tried again to speak. “Y-yo!” he said, his voice still far too high. Self-consciously, he pulled at his hoody with one hand, tugging it down a little lower at the bottom as he moved to his own locker. He was so concerned with his own problems that he didn’t even notice there was something up with Hino as well.


((ooc - wow, it got kinda long XD but that was fun to write~ LOL))

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

When Kiyama woke up that morning, he hadn't the presence of mind to wonder why he was so groggy when he'd gone to bed early the previous night. But he was up early, as usual, a few minutes ahead of his alarm. Shutting it off before it had a chance to sound off, he stumbled out his room to the bathroom down the hall.

Eyes still pretty much shut, he peeled off his clothes, and stepped into the Western-style shower he preferred in the morning. Within seconds of stepping inside and switching on the water, he jumped out, much more awake than before.

He was awake, right?

Almost tripping over the pajamas strewn across the floor, he made his way to the sink and leaned against it, looking into the mirror. His face looked the same... mostly. Maybe his eyes were still fuzzy from sleep but it seemed that his cheeks were a bit softer... or something.

That wasn't what freaked him out.

He took a deep breath, and ventured lowering his gaze.

What the hell--

He slammed his hands against his chest, where they should've laid flat... but they didn't, instead hitting something that really hurt. He looked down to to see that his hands were in fact cupped over two large, alien, mounds of flesh that hadn't been there the last time he looked.

He blinked, curiously drawing in his fingers and releasing them. They were soft... squishy. Strangely nice. Suddenly, the thought occurred to him that he was fondling himself, and he promptly folded his arms over his... yeah... to cover them... with limited success.

Ignoring how... those poked out above and below his arms, a new, more important concern poked into his mind. Perhaps he was still in some kind of trippy dream... or was abducted be aliens... or something... but... was it possible... just... halfway...

Gulping, he looked down, further. He had to lean forward to see beyond... his out-of-control chest, but he saw...

There was a moment that Kiyama stood there. Had his good buddies decided to move upstairs? Wait, that made no sense... whatsoever. And even then, where was his--

His hands flew to the top of his head, his nails digging into his scalp, as he put two and two together, but four, what the hell was this four--

Kiyama screamed.



Twenty minutes later, Kiyama had regained his composure and time to think about things... as clearly as he could manage.

There weren't many things he hated more than staying at home; he was much too restless to manage that anyway. He needed to move, and do something to take his mind off of what happened to him. If it really happened to him; he still wasn't totally convinced that he wasn't still dreaming. Maybe it would just go away later... but he figured it was best to do what he normally did and not get carried away with the details of... the situation.

Kiyama was no stranger to playing hooky, but he didn't want to go to his usual haunts. He was apprehensive about bumping into someone and them wanting to cause trouble, and things getting real ugly real quick. And given what had happened, he wasn't all too confident in his ability to defend himself at the moment.

So, school seemed like his best bet. He could fade into the background like he usually did, and find a way to get out of afternoon practice easy.

In his preparations, he found his uniform pants fit... kind of. They forced him to notice that, in addition to the big, obvious changes, there were many minute ones. It was a prospect that made him shudder.

But at the moment, he was sitting on his bed, staring at the materials he'd gathered to address his new problem. There were strips of fabric he'd found in a closet, a few rolls of the tape he used to wrap his oft-sore wrists, and... some things... he borrowed from his mother's chest of drawers. He thanked his lucky stars she wasn't home that day.

His uniform jacket didn't even come close to fitting, and he had work to do.



Due to a lot of handiwork that he pulled off that morning, Kiyama managed to lie low for most of the school day. He didn't talk much anyway, so he wouldn't have to use what he'd discovered was a voice a few octaves higher than what he was used to. The one really tough thing was staying in homeroom... besides the fact that he was around people, it turned out that half the tumbling team... the people who knew him best were in his homeroom class. He did his thing, slipping out and roaming around campus, the school roof, the bathrooms...

Yeah, he'd forgotten about that bathroom thing.

But he made it to the end of the day, somehow, without raising any obvious suspicion.

He stood outside the door to the club house, nervously tugging on his jacket. It still didn't fit right, even with everything he'd done. He wanted to sigh about it, but in his attempt to... tame his new additions, it didn't leave room for much more than simple breathing.

So he just opened the door.

Without looking up, he rushed down the steps... out of his periphery vision he saw that Hino and Nippori were in the room, at their lockers. Kiyama, who must would probably consider a pretty confident, brave guy, suddenly found himself intimidated by the view of his underclassmen's backs. He just couldn't get through practice that day, he had to...

Clearing his throat, he moved to speak. Speaking in a hoarse whisper (because everyone sounds the same when they whisper right?), he addressed the other two boys... (wait, would he consider himself a boy now? Ugh...)

"Uh... Sorry guys, I'm not feeling all too well today. I think I'll be going home."

Immediately after the words left his lips, he started moving back towards the staircase... hoping, praying, that there wouldn't be any questions. But for some reason, he knew he wouldn't be so lucky.

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: I tried to take the post in a different direction than everyone else, so I'm sorry if it comes off weird. XD And...BAD KIYAMA. SIT. STAY. Good. XD

Introducing...

The New Mizu

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To Mizusawa, it seemed like any other morning, with the exception that he'd taken a shower much later last night so he could sleep in just a little more before having to head off for school. There was supposed to be a long training practice, according to Yuuta, since the championship was coming up. Even so, his plan to get more rest had not worked out so well.

Something had woken him up earlier than he'd planned, even though he had been deep in sleep. It wasn't that he had been shocked awake, but rather, something in the back of his mind urging him to wake up. Even when he rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed, he still didn't know what it was that had caused him to wake up. A glance at his alarm clock and he groaned. It was far too early to be awake.

But he knew trying to go back to sleep was futile. He could never do it, no matter how tired he was and no matter how many times he tried. It just wasn't going to happen. So with that thought in his groggy mind, he pulled back his sheets and slowly shuffled out of his bed, getting to his feet to stretch.

And that was when he finally noticed it. The roomy feeling. Something was missing. Something that he had known the feeling of his entire life, and which he could clearly feel was now no longer there...

Something between his legs.

His mouth went dry for a moment, as he wondered if he was having a horrific dream. Had someone chopped it off during the night? Had he slept the wrong way and made it gone numb? He shook his head, trying to clear it. What the hell was he thinking? None of that made any sense!

"Ignore it," he told himself, deciding that it was far too early in the morning for him to worry over something that he had to be imagining. "Just ignore it."

He began moving about his room, gathering his clothes together for the school day. At least he'd have time to enjoy a nice breakfast at home before rushing off.

Maybe I can steal an extra snack for after practice, he thought to himself, as he stripped off his T-shirt for a clean one.

And then he froze.

His chest was bigger. As in, protruding. Like....

...a girl, his mind seemed to whisper, teasingly.

He stared down at his chest, examining it with complete disbelief. It wasn't huge or anything like that. He'd never seen a girl naked before, but he was fairly sure his chest was now about the same size Japanese girls' typically were. That, and it was clearly not his. He'd never seen another guy with a chest like this. This was...

Bad, He thought, biting his lip so hard that he nearly made it bleed. Very bad.

Could it be? Was he really...?

Reaching further down his body, he touched himself gingerly through the cloth.

It was gone. He didn't have to look. He already knew. It was impossible, but it had happened anyway. He was a girl.

He stumbled backwards, giving a small cry, the high-pitched sound of which made him nearly faint with horror. He could try to run, but there was no running from himself. From what was now his body.


And so began the day, a day where he knew he couldn't skip school, no matter what had happened. This practice was far too important. But he also knew he couldn't go to school as himself. No way. He couldn't risk it. Someone was bound to recognize him. He could go through the school day pretending to be someone else, and then somehow go back to being himself for the practice. Who knew? Maybe by then...Maybe by then he'd be a boy again.

It took some work setting up an alter ego for himself, but he managed it. Luckily, his father was already at work, and his mother was busy relaxing in the living room, her normal routine when it was early, so she could enjoy one of her favorite talk shows. He ended up sneaking into his parents' room first, grabbing one of his mom's padded tank tops (she loved those things for when she was cleaning around the house), as well as some of her makeup.

Dumping those in his room, he crept his way up the nearby stairs into the attic, trying to step around the parts of the stairs that creaked. With any luck, the things he was looking for wouldn't take too long to find...

***

Fifteen minutes later, and he was out of the attic once more, now bearing the treasures his wide-awake brain had commanded him to find. In his left hand he carried a wig, from a few cosplay events ago. He didn't often cosplay, but he and his friends had just done it for fun one year in middle school. He'd gone as Kikumaru Eiji, from Prince of Tennis. The wig hadn't been perfect, but it had been the best thing he could find at the time--and it would certainly work for him now.

The other thing he was carrying was a female school uniform. It was identical to the ones worn by the girls in his high school, though the style of the bow was slightly different. This had been his mom's old school uniform, from when she had attended Karasumori High School. He'd never ever considered that it might come in handy for him some day.

Thank goodness he'd gotten up so early. He'd woken up to a nightmare, but he was somehow dealing with it. He would get through this. He would.

With everything he needed, he then got to work, getting himself ready for school.

***

He figured he had done a pretty good job on his "costume". He was sure the guys on the team wouldn't recognize him, especially with the wig and all. And it was the first time he had ever done makeup before--he'd poked himself in the eye a few times with the eyeliner, but everything had ended up going on smoothly. Leastways, he had been happy with his appearance in the mirror.

And...He realized as he was walking that this might not be so bad. If he was going to be a girl, that would make things...better. Easier. Between him and Hino. People wouldn't look down on them. He'd just have to find a way to explain this to everyone--his parents, his friends, Hino. Maybe he could pretend he was a new student...

And so he went to school with at least some hope rekindled in his heart.

He attended all his regular classes, surprisingly not being bothered by any kids in class. He was assuming Yuuta or Kaneko would be talking about his absence, and even feared Ryosuke might want to strike up a conversation with "the new girl"--but no one really bothered with him, to his relief. In fact, most of the guys, he noted were much quieter than normal.

Not that he had time to really think about that. He ended up eating the lunch he had snuck out of the house with by himself, contemplating how the day had been going so far. It really hadn't been bad. And actually...Some fairly good-looking guys had been checking him out a couple of times, something that made his heart skip a few beats. Although at the thought of Hino, he quickly felt guilty and stopped "liking" that feeling.

Though, he couldn't help thinking...If he ever did turn back into a boy, maybe he would take this up as a hobby...Cross-dressing. Aside from the sudden shock of everything missing that made him a he in the first place, this day had almost been fun.

Almost.

***

Several classes later, and the day finally ended. Mizusawa was considering heading to the bathroom to take off his costume and change into his practice clothes there, but then another thought crossed his mind. He really, really wanted to talk to someone about this. He needed to. Being a girl all day might not have been so bad, but it had definitely shook him...and he realized the one thing he'd wanted all day was someone to talk to.

Hino...Or Yuuta. One of them would be perfect.

And one of them is bound to already be in the club room, Mizusawa guessed, knowing they were easily the most dedicated on the team.

Not waiting to change out of his costume, he dashed off towards the club room, still not used to the open-air feeling of wearing a skirt. He took the stairs two at a time, praying that only one other person had arrived before him, and praying a second time that that person was either his best friend or his lover.

His prayers, as usual, were not answered.

Throwing the door open and dashing into the room, he hadn't expected someone to be about to leave. For that reason, he crashed into another person, sending them both toppling to the ground.

"Ow!" Came his silly, high-pitched voice, as he landed on top of something squishy.

He looked down, into the face of Kiyama, and his heart skipped another beat. But it wasn't Kiyama's face that had felt squishy. It was...

Looking down at the other boy, he gave him a horrified look, a confused realization seeming to dawn on him.

"...Kiyama?" he asked, forgetting that in his current get-up, Kiyama would have no idea who he was talking to.

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

OOC: Okay, so my post canNOT compare to what you guys have written already, but I tried my best! *salutes* So....

Ladies and gents....the female Ryosuke! HERE

The dream had definitely been a good one. There was one girl in Washizu High that had gotten Ryosuke's attention the instant he'd seen her. And in the dream, he'd finally decided to ask her out, and she'd said yes.
They were in the process of a really beautiful date, maybe one of the most romantic Ryosuke had ever had, and the girl leaned over to put her hand on his chest as she leaned in to kiss him, and....

Something didn't feel right.

Ryosuke awoke with a start, bitter for the interrupted end of what could have been a good dream and....confused.

Why did he feel like there was such a weight on his chest?

With an unknowing yawn, Ryosuke glanced at his clock, realized there was just a minute left before he had to get up anyway, and turned off the alarm. He'd set to work getting dressed, then. There was a Tumbling meet after school today, and he'd invited some of his girl friends to come watch. Might as well get an early start preparing to look his best.

As Ryosuke moved for the bathroom just outside his bedroom, rubbing his eyes and yawning some more for good measure, he subconsciously contemplated the heavy feeling in his chest.

But it wasn't until he was actually in the bathroom, with the sink turned on, a toothbrush in his hands, that Ryosuke noticed the change, noticed just what that weight was caused by.

And then he conked out.

After coming back to his senses and somehow managing a shower in what Ryosuke had soon discovered was an entirely new body, for it wasn't just the top half that had altered itself, he'd walked sort of numb and in a rush back to his room to get dressed for school.

Then he'd smirked. Okay, yeah, he could do this. He could be a sexy girl. Damn if he wasn't already sexy. It was gonna be.....difficult, considering his face hadn't changed all that much but. He could do it. Be sexy. That was what? Second nature to him? Just not as a girl....

Then he started thinking about all the girls he'd been dating. And what it would be like to go with them....as a girl. And how the whole hot lesbian sex thing seemed kind of appealing, even if as a guy he might not have taken things that far, might have always had a bit more respect. But as a girl, of course, he couldn't get anyone pregnant, and the idea was kind of hot....

To watch, Ryosuke suddenly realized, scrunching up his face. He didn't want to be part of the scene. That kind of thing was probably only hot when watching it.

Then he'd pondered the prospect that now, being a girl, and a big one, at that, he was open. Open for any other guy to get up on and........

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!"

Approximately one hour later, Ryosuke had reached Karasumori High, finally grateful for his parents' lack of attention his way. He'd even managed to slip out the door before his little sister could notice anything. She'd tried offering him a rice ball she'd made that morning, but he'd merely grabbed it, thanked her quickly, and ran.

"This is.....even more embarrassing...." Ryosuke mumbled to himself, as he approached the gate to the school, fiddling with his uniform. He'd been messing with it all morning. With his new parts--and a lack of others that gave him a kind of cold, empty feeling inside--his usual school clothing no longer fit correctly. There was a serious issue with the top half of his outfit. He could neither button the damned thing or wear it open like he usually did, with his brandy new chest. He didn't much like that he'd had to be such a big girl, if any at all, because though he might have found it appealing to be any of the onlookers of such a person, as it was....he was the one being gawked at now.

In fact, his chest predicament had been so large in size, that he'd tried to think quickly of what he could do to resolve it, remembered a scene from that Disney Mulan movie where the character wrapped herself up to pass for a boy, then gotten all the gauze wraps he owned and done himself up. Needless to say, it didn't feel too good, his chest wrapped in gauze strips, and he'd begun to feel like he was breathing through a straw.

Though even that hadn't been able to make up for what was missing down below. Ryosuke found himself constantly looking down, as if staring at the spot could bring it back. Having nothing there felt way too wrong. There was no pain, but it was like someone had massively one-upped him and chopped it off. He'd done his best to try to avoid thinking about that in particular because the awkward and uneasy sensation he was feeling as a result was less than tolerable.

Ryosuke maintained a determined silence throughout class, though for some reason, it had become a bit clearer to focus on his schoolwork. Did he have a girl's brain now too? He didn't know for sure, but suddenly he wasn't tapping away on his cell phone as much as usual. Or, at least, as much as he wanted to. Aware that he might look suspicious if he wasn't himself, Ryosuke made sure to set to work typing away on the phone in front of his classmates--namely Wataru and Kiyama--who he was sure would notice if he was acting suspicious otherwise.

Finally, classes had ended, and Ryosuke slunk into the Men's Locker Room, aware that he was no longer capable of his usual man-walk in his current state, and sought shelter in the corner of the room that housed his locker, hoping the others wouldn't notice him. Most everyone had gathered in the room by this point, so Ryosuke knew it was beyond impossible to attempt to change into any of his practice clothes. He'd once whined about the tight pants showing too much the first time he'd had to wear them....now he was concerned about the opposite. He suddenly realized he'd much prefer to have a big awkward bulge than a pair of typically tight pants with too much loose space in the wrong places.

I mean, what the hell, he thought, looking down and biting his lip. Those pants are just gonna highlight the kind of thing you notice on girls, not Tsukimori Ryosuke.

That was when Kiyama made his announcement about not feeling well, and Ryosuke suddenly got an idea. Not one bound to work, but not one any in the club could really combat either.

He waited for the other to leave the room, then stepped forward, trying to avoid the gazes of his friends, especially Nippori, who he'd been too ashamed to see in his current state, and Hino too, who he felt could look right through him. Pervert, he thought.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh......yeah, I think Kiyama passed whatever he has down to me. Can't believe I hang around with that gu--" His voice cracked. Badly.

Ryosuke's eyes widened.

"Ahhhhhhh......see what I mean?" He cleared his throat, wondering how he'd even be able to sneak out of the room with the attention on him. "Bad...cold."

He mocked coughing.

Damn, he was failing.

[Hino Tetsuya]

ooc: I hope this is ok... I wanted to get the ball rolling with the OHMYGODz!

“Y-yo!”

An exceedingly high voice came from behind Hino, but he couldn’t turn around in only the tank top he was wearing. It was far too tight, and revealing under the circumstances. He only spared Nippori a quick glance over his shoulder and a nod of his head in greeting. When Nippori moved to the lockers also, Hino turned his body away slightly as to hide himself.

He didn’t know how to go about searching for the rest of his clothes without being too obvious about his sudden body change.

Though Hino could really only expect his luck would continue to worsen, as just then another entered the locker room, this time it was Kiyama.

Hino frowned this day sucked. Crossing his right arm over his chest, in the most covering way he could manage. He bent down so he could search his bag properly for his tracksuit jacket.

"Uh... Sorry guys, I'm not feeling all too well today. I think I'll be going home."

Kiyama said quietly, the voice made Hino’s brain jump a little. He sounded somewhat different. And for a nano second he debated as to whether it was the same reason that he himself sounded different that day. But that was impossible, what would the likely hood be that it would happen to Kiyama.

He bit his lip.

Probably about the same as it happening to him.

Even though Kiyama had said he was leaving, apparently he didn’t get that far when yet another person entered their room fast and with a sudden crash.


"Ow!" Said the voice, and although it was significantly higher than usual, without even having to turn around Hino knew it all too well. It was Mizusawa. Hino breathed a sigh of relief at least he would be able to maybe talk to Mizusawa about what had happened without alerting the others.

Mizusawa said something else but Hino didn’t quite catch it as he pulled just about everything from his bag to find something to put on, even his school jacket and shirt hanging on the railing were slightly too far for him to reach without having to make a considerable movement to get them.

Hino had no idea when Ryosuke had entered, he considered it must have been while he had been so distracted.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh......yeah, I think Kiyama passed whatever he has down to me. Can't believe I hang around with that gu--" Hino noted the very un-Ryosuke like tone the others voice had taken.

"Ahhhhhhh......see what I mean? Bad...cold."

Hino very much doubted Ryosuke was telling the truth, but it was none of his concern, and quite frankly he had other things to worry about. He sighed finally giving up, and picked up his bag which he held tightly to his chest and turned around, hoping to get Mizusawa’s attention and possible help.

“Mizu—“ He began, but stopped abruptly when he couldn’t see Mizusawa. He could see Nippori, Ryosuke and Kiyama… and a girl—

Hino looked closely. Without even thinking or considering the result of the words that followed he spoke.

“Mizusawa, is that you?”

Hino hadn’t even noticed that his fingers had loosened around the bag at his chest until he heard a thud when it hit the ground.

His eyes widened considerably and he quickly covered his chest with his arms.

Bad days can get worse!

[Tsuchiya Satoshi]

Satoshi made it a habit of always waking up before his parents, owning a public bath house always had its perks, especially when one could use the services so early in the morning.

Never before was he glad of this habit.

He felt fine the night before, nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he woke up. His t-shirt was a little snug but he didn't think anything of it. Satoshi stumbled out of bed, grabbing the pile he set aside the night before for his bath, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the bath house below.

A few minutes later, the bath steamed as Satoshi began to undress, intending on washing as quickly as possible. His shirt was the first off, followed by his boxers, his body on auto-pilot as he laid his clothes aside, taking a seat on one of the stools...

Something felt very very off in between his legs. Satoshi slowly opened his eyes, looking down...

Spit caught in his throat, forcing him into a coughing fit as he tried to stop himself from screaming. There... what...?? A glance at his chest showed two small lumps that could be considered breasts...

Satoshi let out a squeak, his voice still the same as before. He gulped, suddenly too scared to use the bath, quickly getting dressed and rushing back to his room.

--

There was no way to stay home, there was an important meeting with the Male Gymnastics Team and everyone was required to show. His mother was in the kitchen making his breakfast, humming a tune he couldn't recognize. His father sat at the table, newspaper in hand. Satoshi lifted a hand to his uniform collar, tugging at it gently. The material was a bit fitting but unless someone bumped into him, he was sure to be fine. His mother set a plate before him, her smile bright.

Satoshi returned it, hoping his didn't look as forced as it felt.

He took a few bites, pushing his plate away as he stood. "I'll be home late, we have an important meeting after school." And not waiting for a reply, he grabbed his bag and was out the door.

--

School appeared to be fine. Satoshi mostly kept to himself all day, he wouldn't see any of his senpai until after school so he didn't have to worry about them. No one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary with him.

It was only after class was let out did he suddenly dread the idea of going to practice. Wataru and the others were a bit... rowdy and would playfully fight with everyone... He only hoped he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire, if there were any loud bursts from the Yankee. Satoshi dragged his feet, nodding at some of the students passing him by. He would see the clubhouse a little way away...

Why was a girl heading towards the Male Gymnastics Clubroom?

He quickened his pace, reaching the stairs just as the door to the club door opened, Kiyama crashing into the girl. Satoshi stopped and stared as the two crumbled to the floor. From inside the clubroom, he could see Ryosuke, Nippori and Hino. But he didn't focus on them long, his eyes finding the two in the doorway.

Is that... Mizusawa-senpai? Why is Mizusawa-senpai dressed like a girl?

[Azuma Wataru]

snore...snore
Wataru fell asleep in the last toilet cubicle which was located at the back of the school. Was he tired from studying? Nah, actually, he was trying to study for his literature exam as usual, but he could never pay enough attention long enough. Yankees were not studying materials. Especially not him. So, he skipped class and just settled in the cubicle. Wataru attempted to read the literature book and before he knew it, he was fast asleep. His head was leaning on the side of the cubicle, slightly tilting downwards.
It was an awkard position. And yep, he was drooling. Well, just a little. The book was hanging in between his fingers white gravity was sucking it towards the ground. He was fast asleep....

Then, the bell went.

Jumping awake, startled, the book leaped from his grasp and went 'thud' on the floor. Wataru rubbed his eyes and wiped the drool off the side of his face with some toilet paper. Not again he thought.

Sighing, he bent over to pick the book up. But something was blocking him from being able to bend down smoothly. An obstacle...protruding from his own chest....soft...round.. and..

Soft and round and bun-like?

He furrowed his brows and looked around the cubicle to try and figure out if he was still asleep. What was going on?

Wataru looked down at his bulging t shirt. Oh. My. God.

He squealed. Squealed? Why did he squeal instead of shout or yell? .... His voice. It had become more high pitched.

His hands were shaky as he felt his own chest area. They felt foreign and...not normal. He had breasts... BREASTS..

Wataru had never really felt breasts this directly before. If these were not his, but belonging to a super attractive girl, then he would be overwhelmed with joy. He would be happy about touching them, but right now, in this situation, he thought he was going crazy. It was messing up his mind.

Calm down, calm down... He felt lonely and helpless... like a girl. Wataru was experiencing girl feelings now. Was there any manly hormones left in him at all?

He decided to try and go find Ryosuke or Nippori. He knew they would be able to help...right?

Grabbins his black blazer, and putting it on, he rushed out of the toilet, avoiding everyone until he got near the club room. Luckily, his newly formed breasts were not that big and obvious after he buttoned up his black blazer, although it was kinda weird because he was not used to being buttoned up.

Reaching the club room, he felt a little calmer. He noticed Satoshi standing there with a shocked face. Then, realising what made Satoshi turn almost into stone, Wataru's face was blank too.

He lost it.

"EHHHH???"

Finally, this sounded a little more like the normal Wataru. But the shock also made the buttons of his blazer burst.

Did the breasts just grow? Wataru was freaked out.

Wataru looked at everyone of the team and their bodies. Was that really Mizusawa?

"What's going on?" He really hoped someone could answer this. OR even better, to solve what was going on.

Wataru looked at his own breasts again. He was a C-cup.



ooc: This was the best I could pull off. Hope it was okay ><

[Nippori Keiji]

Nippori didn’t even find it strange when Hino said nothing back, because he was too busy trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get changed without anyone noticing. He couldn’t very well keep his hoody on the whole time, even if all he wanted to do was hide within the baggy material of it.

Okay, think. Think… he told himself as he hid his face behind the open door of his locker, hiding the worried expression that would be a dead give-away that something was wrong. What should I do, what should I do…? Biting his lip, he cast another glance at Hino who seemed busy searching for something.

But what could he do about getting changed? There was no way he could get out of his uniform and into his practice gear without Hino, or anyone else that came in, figuring out what had happened to him. Maybe he could keep on the t-shirt under his hoody, and keep the hoody on as well? Though that only kind of solved half the problem…

So busy was he, trying to think up ways to either get changed or get the hell out, Nippori never noticed as Kiyama entered the room, so when he spoke, he near enough jumped a foot in the air in surprise. He was far too jumpy, but that hadn’t been enough for him not to notice the change to Kiyama’s voice. He gave a small nod of acknowledgement to what Kiyama said, cursing the fact that he hadn’t come up with that excuse first.

He jumped again when Ryosuke spoke, having not seen or heard his friend come in either. But there was also something off about his friend’s voice… Before he had time to dwell on it though, what appeared to be a girl came into the room, bashing right into Kiyama, who had been on his way out.

And that was when the madness ensued.

Both Kiyama and the girl fell to the floor. Hino turned around, bag clutched to his chest, and stared at the “girl”, asking if they were Mizusawa, which on a second look, Nippori could kind of see. Hino's bag dropped, making the difference in his figure visible. Satoshi appeared in the doorway, closely followed by Aniki, whose school jacket burst open. Nippori completely agreed with what Aniki (or should that be ‘Aneki’ now?) said.

What the hell was going on?!

Taking a minute to freak out internally, nothing but babbled nonsense came out of Nippori’s mouth as he floundered for words, and he practically flailed as his mind went into overload as a million different thoughts tried to come through at once. After a few moments, he managed to get enough of a hold on himself to stop flailing and shut his mouth.

He blinked, eyes wide as he stared around at everyone in the room. It took him a few attempts to actually be successful in getting a sentence out. “S-so…this-” He gave a flail-like gesture around at all of them. “-h-happened to all of us?!” An almost over-whelming sense of relief swept over him, because of course he knew he wasn’t alone in this anymore. He wasn’t the only one it had happened to, thank kami-sama…

That saved a whole lot of blabbering, nervousness, and ten other kinds of weirdness on his part. Although, even at this, it was still weird, of course. Very weird.

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

OOC: This is like... so long... and trippy. I thought I'd try something different. But in case you're feeling lazy, the only the first part of the post actually matters! Also, I promise I'm not on drugs

Kiyama had made it to the staircase with no one saying anything, which was good. He really wished he could dash up the stairs and on out of the building, but he knew he couldn't. He physically couldn't. His ridiculous attempt at binding his chest wouldn't let him. In fact, him simply being nervous had increased his breathing rate enough to make him feel faint.

So, mind set on moving as efficiently and as quickly as possible, Kiyama started his ascension. Between the... transformation, the stress, and being bound up like he was, he was really tired, and getting up the steps took a bit more concentration and effort than he'd usually think necessary. But he was soon victorious, and was nearly to the door when it swung open, a girl bounding through it.

The first thing Kiyama noticed was that she was a very pretty girl. In fact, she might've taken his breath away, had he any to give.

The second thing Kiyama noticed was that she was a very clumsy girl. She ran right into him, and the two careened to the floor of the clubhouse; Kiyama falling on his back particularly hard.

The next thing he knew, Kiyama was staring into the beautiful girl's eyes. They were almost enough to take his mind off the constricting feeling in his chest, and the pain he was feeling everywhere... particularly his head, which was throbbing. Yeah, he'd hit the ground kind of hard. Second to that growing pain was that of his entire trunk. The binding attempt had made his chest and back sore for the entire day, and a person leaning on his already smushed breasts wasn't helping.

And all that binding and wrapping restricted his airflow severely. Barely being able to breathe in the first place, the impact of the fall knocking the wind out of him, and this girl now on top of him...

Not that he minded... it was just... he couldn't get any air.

He couldn't even get the breath to ask her to get off. The pounding of his head didn't help him at all. But her face went dark; she suddenly looked frightened or disgusted, or--

"...Kiyama?"

Yes? What's wrong? Can I help? Wait, how do you know...

He didn't get a chance to finish his thought. His eyes would roll back, he kinda forgot to breathe, and it started getting cold.

Everything went black.




Even after Kiyama woke up, everything was still black.

He was nude, wrapped around himself with his head tucked into his chest, floating in water. It was dark, yet warm... almost comforting. Instinctively, he swam to the surface. When he stood up, breaking the surface, all the warm water running over his body, the change in pressure, the first gulps of air... It struck him as what being born must feel like, though obviously, he couldn't remember what it felt like the first time.

But the surface was still water, and somehow, was able to stand in it... on it?

After he stood, he found the water came to his ankles. When he looked down to check the warped physics he was experiencing, it struck him as something different, that being able to see his ankles, unobscured. The discovery he'd made earlier that day, the one where he had huge boobs, was gone. But he noticed that there also wasn't anything any lower than that. It was flat and smooth, like when you take the clothes off of an action figure. Nothing was there.

Nothing.

You're supposed to have one, or the other, stated the thought in the back of Kiyama's head, quite calmly. In contrast, his whole body quivered, and he opened his mouth to scream again for the second time that day.

That's when a small, dark pair of hands covered his mouth from behind. Someone... no, something was perched on his back.

"Wow, I bet the view from here is nice."

Kiyama spun around. That voice came from somewhere else, somewhere very close... and was so familiar. A quick three-hundred-sixty scan of the area seemed to confirm that no one was around; everything was still completely black. But those hands were still covering his lips.

He raised his arms to pry them off, but he stopped them when he saw that he was dressed now. The Kara High girl's uniform? What? It wasn't the right size at that; it stopped short of his wrists. Then he looked down to see the skirt that ended far above his knees. Maybe it was a typical girl's size. And Kiyama was really tall, even for a boy. It made sense.

That's when he noticed he could see his reflection in the jet black waters below him. He was indeed donning his school's girl uniform, even though he had no memory of putting it on. Now, that didn't make sense. Neither did the reflections of a monkey perched on his shoulders, and two by his feet.

What.

For some reason, seeing them made Kiyama want to scream again, but the monkey on his shoulder tightened its grip on the boy's face. Teasingly, it leaned over his head and winked at him. Kiyama's eyes grew wide, and he choked on a gasp that couldn't quite find its way out of his lips.

Holy shit.

The monkey was wearing some type of gag in its mouth. More surprising than that, was the strangely human hair on the top of its head -- bright red and done up in spikes.

"You okay up there, Aniki? I can't hear a thing that's going on," whined another voice, which sounded very familiar, too. He looked a bit in front of him to see its presumed owner; this second money wore a pair of earmuffs and a jet black pompadour.

The other voice replied, sounding very annoyed. "It's not like he can answer you, stupid. Well, I guess it's not like you can hear me, either..."

Then Kiyama jumped.

Another tiny, cold set of fingers was stroking him between his legs.

Shivering, he looked down to see the third monkey, halfway under his skirt. Distinctive to this one was the opaque black sunglasses it wore, and the slightly curly blonde hair with the bangs pinned up. It wolf-whistled before making another move. "I'm so sure I'm missing out, here!"

Thoroughly freaked out and beyond yelling anymore, Kiyama pried the monkey off his back and tossed it away. He kicked the other of his leg before running off as quickly as he could.

"Aniki! You okay?"

"Ouch! I couldn't see a damn thing, really..."




Kiyama would run for a very long while before he came to a stop. After hunching over to catch his breath, he looked up to see that everything was still pitch black. Except for a strange tunnel that was was suddenly before him, one he could swear wasn't there moments before. It was then he noticed that he was no longer standing in water, and that a traintrack extended from the tunnel to as far as his eye could see.

With nowhere else to go, he approached the tunnel's mouth.

There was someone approaching him, too...

"Beautiful girl," he whispered.

There she stood, with her pretty pink lips and her strawberry hair. But, for some reason, she had one of those black bars covering her eyes, like in newspaper photos and the like. She held an apple in her hand, and was was peeling it with a paring knife.

Then she looked up to Kiyama and smiled shyly. His heart was beating so fiercely it felt like it was hammering the back of his throat, and his whole body shivered like it was winter in Hokkaido.

He was immediately drawn in.

He took a single tentative step forward when he suddenly heard a:

"Stop!"

And for some reason, Kiyama did stop, though with a frown on his face. He turned around to see the trio of monkeys setting behind him. They really followed him?

"It's not right! Lemme tell you, I've seen things. I wasn't born needing these," said the Ryosuke-monkey, indicating its glasses.

Nippori monkey cocked its head to the side, as if confused. "I don't know what he's saying, but you're both wearing skirts, right? That ain't good..."

Kiyama looked to the Wataru-monkey, who was making a grandiose X symbol with its arms.

Nippori-monkey nodded. "Listen to him."

"You just don't know," rambled Ryosuke-monkey, wrinkling its face.

Kiyama shook his head. "It's not fair." He sighed. Because it really wasn't. His life had pretty much sucked up to that point. Most people seemed scared of him, and those who weren't still didn't like him. His family sucked, and he'd watched people die.

On top of all that, he woke up that morning with a vagina.

Why couldn't he at least have Beautiful Girl?

Suddenly determined, he turned away from the yankee monkeys back towards the tunnel. But the Beautiful Girl had disappeared, and it was a locomotive that stood on the tracks in front of the tunnel.

Distressed, Kiyama ran towards it. As he approached, a grey and white wold stuck its head out of a window in the head car with a sly smile on its face. Its hair was normal; styled and deep brown... or it would be normal if he was a Japanese boy.

"You've missed your chance. She's mine," it declared. Its voice was deep and smooth, like a singer's, instead of the gruff, hoarse growl that Kiyama had expected.

But it still annoyed him. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.

"Someone who was in the right place at the right time." To accentuate his statement, it reached back into the car and tooted the loud horns of the train, before sticking its head out of the window again. "Now, don't get me wrong, it wasn't all chance. Besides, she was always there. You just didn't see her."

Kiyama frowned, his gaze dropping to his feet. He could he miss such a beautiful girl? There was absolutely no way she'd been under his nose all this time. It didn't seem... right. But the last thing he remembered before he landed in Weirdo World was... her saying his name. Did they know each other? When he thought about it, she did seem familiar...

But that was besides the point. Kiyama was here, now, and he was on a mission. He had to get her from that... talking animal. In the giant train.

So he'd ask nicely.

"Can I have her?"

"No."

"Borrow her?"

"No!"

Then Kiyama did something he rarely ever did. He pouted.

That was when he head the chattering, hooting, and hollering. He looked to his feet to see the monkey trio standing at his feet, pointing up at him, and laughing at him. Before he could react, he heard the train's engine starting.

He looked back up to see in the window, the wolf was moving about and preparing to get the train moving.

Kiyama dashed in front of the train, standing in the middle of the tracks. With no other ideas, he stood tall, and raising both his arms to show that he would stand his ground. A slight wind blew, and the short skirt he wore fluttered in the wind, and for the first time he noiced that he was not wearing anything under it. He shuddered, but stared the animal down.

The wolf cackled. "Sorry, boy. Um. Yeah... Anyway, you've already lost."

Kiyama didn't say anything. He merely squared his jaw and intensified his look at the animal, through the windshield of the front car.

But this was when he saw Beautiful Girl appear in the front, smiling and winking at him. The wolf leaned towards her and put a paw over her shoulder, and a bite out of that apple she was holding. She giggled.

Seeing that, Kiyama felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. He felt like he'd lost; he'd lost something bigger than he was capable of understanding and he only had himself to blame.

The wolf grinned, tooting the horn again.

"You'd better move out of the way. This is bigger than you. When we get momentum, we won't stop. And when this hits you, it'll hurt."

Kiyama exhaled, and tensed every muscle in his body, his fingers stretched out towards the blackness that surrounded him.

The light grew closer and brighter. Inconceivably brighter. Kiyama could practically hear his retinas sizzling over the thundering noise of the locomotive, when everything went white.

OOC: OMG I AM SORRY IF YOU READ ALL THAT. Anyhow, your mission if you choose to accept it is that you have to revive Kiyama around his next turn!

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: Kiyama pouted. XD Awwwww!

ic:

“Mizu—“

Mizusawa heard his name, even recognized the slightly-higher-than-normal voice behind it, but he didn't look up. He was still staring down at Kiyama in shock. The other boy's brown eyes pierced his, looking slightly dazed. Mizusawa was feeling dazed too. That, and he felt his heart beginning to pound. He'd been recognized.

“Mizusawa, is that you?”

He didn't answer, wouldn't answer. They couldn't know, not all of them, that he had cross-dressed like this. He heard a thump and looked up, seeing that Hino's bag had fallen from his arms. And revealed something about Hino that Mizusawa had not been expecting.

Hino's figure...He...

He's a girl too, Mizusawa realized, his complexion paling. And looking down at Kiyama, now he knew that it had happened to Kiyama too. It had happened to all of them.

There was sound behind him, as someone entered the doorway. Then an even louder sound, the sound of Wataru, only much higher-pitched than normal.

"EHHHH??? What's going on?"

Mizusawa ignored everything going on around him, ignored the sound of Nippori's voice next as the boy proclaimed that they had all suffered the same fate. They had all become girls. And yet...His face was burning with embarrassment, at the fact that he'd been the only boy to actually cross-dress his way out of the situation. Why hadn't the others done it? Did this say something about him?

It didn't even occur to him how strange and random it was that this had happened to all of them. Had it happened to other students too? He was more focused on his own shame now than anything else.

And the fact that Kiyama had just fainted beneath him.

"Kiyama?" he repeated, looking down at the bigger boy in concern. The other had legitimately fainted. Was Mizusawa really that heavy? He climbed off of the other boy, forgetting to adjust his skirt in the process, and moved closer to Kiyama's face. He put his ear to Kiyama's lips.

He was still breathing, but his breathing seemed shallow. Almost like it was difficult to breathe. And Mizusawa was no longer sitting on top of him.

"Kiyama!" He repeated, grabbing the other boy by the shoulders and lightly shaking him. This was scary--what was going on? Had Kiyama recognized him too? And here he'd thought he'd done such a good job hiding his real appearance...

Not that he should be concerned about that right now. If Kiyama was hurt, he had to try to help out. He couldn't just sit here and do nothing.

His next movement was completely random, and not very well-thought-out. But he was genuinely nervous about Kiyama, all his other negative emotions at the moment--shame, embarrassment, fear--were piling up, only highlighting that nervousness. Pinching the other boy's nose shut, he did the first thing that came to mind. He put his mouth over Kiyama's, and began to blow into it. Letting go for a moment to suck in more air, he repeated the motion, his fake light hair falling into his face as he pressed his lips to Kiyama's.

Then, he reached down, to Kiyama's chest, to push his hands down firmly on top of it.

He had been planning to ignore the strange feeling of Kiyama's new chest, but something about it was even stranger than he'd been expecting. It...it felt like Kiyama's chest was shaped wrong, if that made any sense. He'd never touched an actual girl there or anything, so he didn't know how it was supposed to even feel. But...this just felt wrong.

Even though he had no desire to look at Kiyama's chest when it was like this, something told him that it was the right thing to do. So, scooting a little closer to the other boy girl, he began to undo the buttons on Kiyama's school uniform, then slowly lifted up the T-shirt underneath.

He'd been right. Something was wrong. A large Ace bandage had been wrapped around Kiyama's chest--and it was wrapped so tightly that it seemed to be cutting off the other's ability to breathe. Mizusawa's eyes widened.

"Someone help, please!" He reached up quickly and began to pull off the bandaging, reaching beneath Kiyama's back to continue pulling it off. He looked up at Kiyama's expression, to see if removing the tape was helping at all. But he couldn't be sure. With a free hand, he lightly slapped the other's face, praying he would wake up okay.

This was definitely a nightmare.

ooc: Sorry guys...I wasn't sure what to write. XD

[Tsuchiya Satoshi]

Mizusawa was dressed like a girl. A girl. Who just happened to be on top of Kiyama. Who had just fainted.

Satoshi watched in awe, as Nippori screamed and flail about the current predicament, as the sound of a school blazer flew opened behind him, as Hino's bag fell, revealing his own girlish figure he was trying to hide.

They all had turned into girls.

Satoshi tried to keep his breathing even when Mizusawa began to scream Kiyama's name, the latter still passed out, in the end giving Kiyama mouth-to-mouth before stopping, unbuttoning the older boy's blazer and revealing Ace bandages beneath.

"Someone help, please!"

Satoshi jolted out of his shock, realizing that due to the tight binding, Kiyama couldn't breathe. He moved forward, dropping to his knees, taking hold of Kiyama and keeping him sitting up so Mizusawa could continue taking the binding off.

Kiyama-san please don't die please don't die

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

Ryosuke wasn't sure whether to be more annoyed that he'd been somewhat ignored or grateful that his words hadn't warranted as much attention as he'd initially thought they had. In fact, most of the room's attention was by the door to the club room, where a new sort of commotion had started up. Even Ryosuke, in a sort of huddled attempt to escape from the room, stopped to see what was going on.

Well, looking, he was aware he wouldn't have made it out the door with Kiyama anyway.

Waiting just outside the door and within his sight was Tsuchiya, who was looking as lost about the whole scenario as everyone else. A rather shockingly pretty girl had evidently just tried to make an entrance at what could only be considered the worst possible time, and she'd collided with Kiyama. The two had gone down on the floor, hard.

Ryosuke would probably have gawked at the random girl if he weren't so preoccupied with the fact that he was his own random girl at the moment, as well as the fact that people had suddenly started whispering, "Mizusawa, Mizusawa, Mizusawa." It was like a frigging echo to Ryosuke, the whole room seemed to be buzzing with it.

And then Ryosuke figured out why. The pretty girl was Mizusawa. Under all the frill and mask of femininity, he recognized his classmate. The guy had never been the macho sort, but downright cross-dressing seemed odd, even for him. Then Ryosuke remembered his own predicament and went shifty-eyed, as though the room might be able to read his thoughts and start whisper-echoing, "Ryosuke, Ryosuke, Ryosuke", give away this horrible new secret of his that he simply didn't want to share.

Unless....well.....why would Mizusawa dress like a girl unless he was one. Right? Right?
The thought that maybe he wasn't the only dude doomed as a girl for only God knew how long, while not the nicest wish in the world, would have made Ryosuke more than happy. Though if it really was the case, Mizusawa--at least--seemed to be enjoying it. Or had....Now he was on the floor with Kiyama, looking dead serious.

Feeling a little finicky, Ryosuke rounded his shoulders a bit more and leaned forward. The damned Ace bandages around his chest felt like they were going to pop off. His jacket was too tight for the new additions to his original and preferred chest, but the bottom of the coat was squared out for a man's torso, so the sudden curve of Ryosuke's new waist fit it inappropriately. If he wasn't careful, if the bandages unraveled, they could fall right off and into everyone's plain view. He should have tied them better....

There was more commotion, commotion Ryosuke couldn't seem to understand, until Nippori spoke. Nippori seemed to give it all away.

“S-so…this-” Nippori almost seemed to spasm, but then Ryosuke remembered that was how his friend always acted, and then he added, “-h-happened to all of us?!”

Ryosuke blinked, and found he was straightening up a little. "Wait....wait....so all you guys...I mean, girls....wait, you're all girls too?"

He hesitated, curious as to what the others would say, wanting to know if it was really true, when the commotion at the door began again. Something had happened; cross-dressed (or normal-dressed, considering the situation) Mizusawa was suddenly panicking.

"Kiyama!" He was by Kiyama, on the floor, shaking his shoulders. Looking closer, Ryosuke could see that the dark-haired Yankee seemed to have conked out. He wondered if it was the shock of meeting a female Mizusawa or simply the pure impossibility of all of them being girls. Ryosuke couldn't believe it either. He'd already had his turn to conk out, but that had been the moment he'd discovered he'd turned into the very thing he so liked to date.

At the thought, Ryosuke cringed. But his attention quickly returned to Kiyama as everyone seemed to begin panicking in conjunction with Mizusawa. The boy bent closer to Kiyama and opened the other's mouth, putting his own lips over the dark-haired Yankee's to give CPR. And even though Ryosuke knew it was happening because it had to, not for any other reason, some oddly emotional part inside him actually seemed to like it. Embittered and a bit embarrassed by the fact that he might actually have been turned on seeing what was, well, had been two guys touching mouth to mouth, Ryosuke's gaze darted around the room to see if anyone had noticed, then to the floor.

Is this what girls enjoy? he couldn't help thinking, though he began to move closer to Kiyama and Mizusawa in an attempt to push the stupid thoughts aside and help out, if he could.

That was when Mizusawa had opened Kiyama's jacket and lifted his shirt. Ryosuke saw the bandages and blanched. That had to be why the other had passed out. Ryosuke knew he himself hadn't already conked out again, despite his somewhat labored breathing, because his bandages hadn't been tied all that well. Kiyama's looked like they had been tied tightly enough to hold in all the blood that might spill out of an open wound. How he'd managed to even get through part of the day like that seemed a miracle. And looking at the other, Ryosuke's hands went to his own chest. Damn for him and Kiyama having to be so tall. They'd turned out to be pretty big girls because of it. It had been particularly difficult hiding this stupid problem.

"Someone help, please!"

At Mizusawa's pleas, Ryosuke rushed over to help peel off the bandaging. He decided not to mention his own and he tried not to feel like his mind was being blown by the fact that Kiyama, the cool, quiet, deadly Yankee and friend, was suddenly a legitimate female.

Tsuchiya dropped down to help sit Kiyama up. Ryosuke waved a hand over to the other guys in the room to help them all out.

"Maybe we wanna carry him into the club room? You know, so...uh....anyone passing by out here doesn't think we're stripping some random girl," Ryosuke commented, jerking a thumb behind him at the school grounds beyond.

[Hino Tetsuya]

ooc: I'm so sorry about how much I've missed out on in this post. There were just many posts to keep up with! I hope it's ok and I'm sorry I left it so late, I didn't realize it was my shot HaHa



Before Hino could barely process his current vulnerability the room’s atmosphere went over the limit of insanity upon Azuma’s entrance

"EHHHH??? What's going on?"

The level of noise Azuma created was one of the only things Hino payed much attention to before he was completely distracted to the fact that Mizusawa was still laying on top of Kiyama. His eyes drew up to the Yankee’s face tentatively.

And Kiyama was unconscious.

"Kiyama?" Mizusawa’s concern echoed through his voice as he tried to see if Kiyama was with them. Which as it seemed, he was not. Mizusawa proceeded to disentangle himself from the other taking him by the shoulders and tried to shake him awake, Kiyama’s name coming from Mizusawa’s lips again.

The next thing he knew Mizusawa was performing CPR and Hino’s mind blanked. His stomach felt like it was turning itself inside out as he watched, Mizusawa’s attention then turning to the fact that Kiyama’s chest had been strapped for what looked to be the same reasons Hino himself was wearing a tank top that was about ten sizes too small.

"Someone help, please!"

Mizusawa’s worried voice shocked him out of his stupor. Satoshi joining the other at Kiyama’s side as they both worked on his restraints.

"Maybe we wanna carry him into the club room? You know, so...uh....anyone passing by out here doesn't think we're stripping some random girl,"

Ryosuke added to the situation. Hino shook his head, he knew this was wrong, he really should have spoken up earlier.

“We really shouldn’t be moving him at all!” He stated firmly as he joined the group at the floor by Kiyama’s side. “We don’t know exactly why Kiyama passed out, if it was because of the fall and he has injured his back. Movement is the absolute last thing we should attempt” With a steady wave of his hand he urged the other’s to lay Kiyama to rest flat on the floor.

Hino wasn’t an expert when it came to medical emergencies, but he’d done his fair share of research over the years, he knew how the body worked and in some circumstances how to help it work. When he was younger he had been present when his brother had severely injured himself training and passed out. He had seen what the medics at the scene had done and he could replicate most of that circumstance.

He placed to fingers under Kiyama’s jaw to feel for pulse, confirming it was there and steady he leant over Kiyama’s face to make sure he was breathing, feeling the breath come warm against his cheek was another good sign.

He was pretty sure the fall he’d taken was not bad enough to do any serious damage to his back or neck, but it was always better to be sure, when someone’s ability to walk again was on the line.

He knelt in as close as he could without physically standing on their unconscious friend and leant down close. He placed a hand on either of Kiyama’s cheeks.

“Kiyama…” He said softly patting his right cheek gently. “Kiyama, can you hear me? We need you to wake up, and tell us if you’re in pain?” He patted a little harder, but not as to hurt if Kiyama were awake.

“Kiyama…?”



ooc: I'm so sorry it's short

[Azuma Wataru]

ooc: I must sincerly apologise for the lateness of my reply! ><


"EHHHH???"

Finally, this sounded a little more like the normal Wataru. But the shock also made the buttons of his blazer burst.

Did the breasts just grow? Wataru was freaked out.

Wataru looked at everyone of the team and their bodies. Was that really Mizusawa?

"What's going on?" He really hoped someone could answer this. OR even better, to solve what was going on.


Utter confusion and shock consumed Wataru both mentally and physically as he stood there frozen, completely lost even when Nippori was freaking out himself, flailing uncontrollably in the club room. After a while, he managed to retain control over himself a little and questioned “S-so…this -h-happened to all of us?!”


Then, it was the first time Wataru realised Ryosuke was in the room aswell, his eyes darting towards the now female-bodied friend. Ryosuke’s voice was completely different, much high pitched compared to usual, yet it was what he said that had caught Wataru’s attention. "Wait....wait....so all you guys...I mean, girls....wait, you're all girls too?"

What did that mean? …Girl? Girls? Scanning across the area, he realised everyone else of the club looked the same…No, they’re bodies were different with obvious feminine features yet they had the exact same face and all. Had some evil witch caste some sort of a ‘gender bender’ spell on the whole team as some sort of revenge? Surely this wasn’t happening for real, thought Wataru. It was not some sort of sci-fi adventure book that he was reading, yet everything seemed beyond surreal.

He looked back down as his burst open blazer and breasts. Oh god, they did NOT suit him at all. Wataru didn’t even feel the need to answer both Nippori OR Ryosuke’s questions. If they had eyes, then the answer would be more than obvious. An ex-yankee and head of Karasumori High now had a girl body full of curves and a girly voice. What would the others think when they saw him? The level of frustration and embarrassment went beyond words as Wataru failed to say anything, staring blankly around the room.

“Kiyama!” There were many shouts of this repeating until Wataru finally responded. He found Mizusawa helping the unconscious boy by performing CPR. Mizusawa? Was that really him? Surely it had to be, his voice was a little different, yet it was still distinguishable and the build of him was very similar to this ‘girl’. Wataru started to walk towards Kiyama to see what was happening and that was when Satoshi rushed to aid Mizusawa helping him take some sort of bandage off.
“Someone help, please!”

Ryosuke arrived by Kiyama’s side at the same time Wataru did. "Maybe we wanna carry him into the club room? You know, so...uh....anyone passing by out here doesn't think we're stripping some random girl," Ryosuke commented, jerking a thumb behind him at the school grounds beyond.


Wataru didn’t know how to respond because he had never in his entire life, experienced anything like this. EVER. All of his friends transformed into girls, and now, one of them in unconscious. All he managed to do was nod when Ryosuke was talking, himself unsure if that really was the correct decision, yet too lost to judge.

Out of thin air, or so it seemed, Hino appeared, joining everyone else.

“We really shouldn’t be moving him at all!” He stated firmly as he joined the group at the floor by Kiyama’s side. “We don’t know exactly why Kiyama passed out, if it was because of the fall and he has injured his back. Movement is the absolute last thing we should attempt” With a steady wave of his hand he urged the other’s to lay Kiyama to rest flat on the floor.

“Oh really??” Wataru’s reaction was more than impressed by how authorative Hino could be at times and he leaped in to help lower Kiyama gently down on the floor. What Hino said had sounded pretty reasonable and logical and Wataru thought it was best to assess the situation first. Looking at Kiyama, he felt helplessness and slightly guilty at not being able to help much.

They had to wake him up.

Hino started to perform some type of check up on Kiyama’s condition, checking his pulse and degree of consciousness. “Kiyama…” He said softly patting his right cheek gently. “Kiyama, can you hear me? We need you to wake up, and tell us if you’re in pain?” He patted a little harder, but not as to hurt if Kiyama were awake.
“Kiyama…?”

“Ah man, he seems completely out of it! What should we do? We need to wake him up!” Wataru’s voice seemed to sound a little more normal due to the urgency the panic he was feeling. “He must have hit his head and fainted or something.”

“I know, what if we use water to wake him up?” The thought flew across Wataru’s mind as he remembered seeing people waking up once a bucket of water was splashed upon their faces. Just like in movies. So much confusion was occurring, leading to the failure of Wataru’s mind being able to make correct choices or even to function properly.