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

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

OOC: lolz, I wake him up this post, but I don't move it along too much... D: sorry that this sucks so hard


It hurts.

Everything hurts.

Those were Kiyama's first thoughts in... he didn't remember how long. He didn't remember why he'd stopped thinking, because he didn't remember falling asleep. Kiyama fell asleep every single night, and he knew that sleeping didn't hurt.

But he was waking up, and to a flood of truncated thoughts and ideas... yet he couldn't really string them together. His brain wasn't working right... and his head hurt, too. Especially. And it felt different, though he couldn't put his finger on it. Everything felt different.

Someone was touching his face.

There were voices that sounded kinda familiar, but kinda not.

For some reason, it was a bit drafty.

His eyes felt very heavy.

It was the guys.

Well, not exactly...

Kneeling in front of him were Tsukimori, some random girl, Wataru, Tsuchiya, Hino--

Wait.

Kiyama blinked the fuzziness out of his eyes and tried to focus on the figures in front of him. He waved an arm to get some space... they were all... too close. Way too close. Meanwhile, he was trying his best to assess the situation with that headache and that... brain fog he was having.

The odd one out was definitely random girl, though she wasn't random. She was the beautiful girl of his dreams. From his dreams. Sitting right in front of him, eyes wide with concern. Holy crap, she was pretty. The others were looking at him with worried looks, too. Had something happened? Before he could think too much about that, he felt that draft again. Ah yeah, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He seemed to be sitting on it, in fact...

It wouldn't have bothered him that much... he took his shirt off in that locker room just about every day... but it -- his chest -- felt... heavier. Not the kind of heavy like when you had a cold. Not the kind of heavy when you ran a lot and were out of breath. Well, actually, his chest did feel that kind of heavy, but a different heavy, too. Really different.

So Kiyama looked down at himself and saw what everyone else did.

He was filling out that lacy pink brassiere he'd found in his mother's close that morning.

Oh, yeah. That was... that other dream he had. But it wasn't a dream. He remembered now.

Finally, some of those connections his brain had been aching to make started happening and--

"Ahh!"

Kiyama shrieked.

Did he seriously just shriek? Kiyama Ryuichiro did no such thing. But then again, Kiyama Ryuichiro didn't have a nice rack.

Kiyama looked down at himself again, really looking at his new additions for the first time that day. Damn, he had a nice rack.

Okay, besides that being weird, it felt... different from the guy in the urinal beside you accidentally looking over and seeing what he shouldn't have. This felt... more wrong. He felt exposed. Kiyama Ryuichiro also didn't blush, so he didn't know what to call the warm buzzing sensation of his blood rushing to his face.

Moreover, Kiyama Ryuichiro wasn't proud, but somewhere in the back of his mind he always thought that he was a man among men and it was one of the few things he really liked about himself.

Now about half of the people he knew best -- plus that cute girl he'd just seen for the first time -- were staring at him and his freaking breasts.

There wasn't a lot going on in Kiyama's head after that, but he knew he had to hide. And hide he did, the only way he could at that moment. Kiyama grabbed his knees and pulled them to his chest, and looked over to his feet.

Retreating into himself sounded really good about then.

[Mizusawa Taku]

Mizusawa felt some relief when Satoshi dove in to help him unwind the ace bandage. That wasn't just because Satoshi was ignoring the fact that Mizusawa was dressed in drag. Kiyama was really in trouble here, and it seemed like only Satoshi was level-headed enough right now to help out. Not that he could blame the others for how they were probably feeling at the moment. He missed having guy parts too, sure, but that wasn't the biggest of his worries right now. Kiyama was in trouble. They'd have a hell of a bigger problem if he somehow got hurt because of all of this. There was no way they could explain their way out of the situation if they had to show the teachers Kiyama's limp, female form. No way.

At that moment, Ryosuke rushed over to help with the bandage, and though Mizusawa wanted to thank the two of them for helping out, he kept silent.

"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.

Mizusawa agreed with Ryosuke, though he didn't stop his actions. Slipping the last of the bandage away, he revealed a very lacy bra beneath, filled with something entirely foreign to him. Looking at it, he could barely make the connection that these were attached to Kiyama's body, not some random girl. And even though he had woken up to his own set, seeing them on Kiyama was just...confusing? Embarrassing? Almost...painful? This...this wasn't Kiyama Ryuichiro. This was...all wrong.

“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's voice broke Mizusawa out of his own thoughts, and so--helping Satoshi set Kiyama back down--he quickly backed up to let Hino closer to Kiyama. He watched carefully as the boy checked Kiyama's pulse, and did some other kinds of tests, probably trying to see how the older boy was faring.

“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…?”

Something about the boy's voice was lilting, calming. Mizusawa couldn't help thinking that, at least if Kiyama awoke now, he would hear something calming like that. Something that wouldn't freak him out right away like his new body probably would.

And then Wataru spoke up.

“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.”

Mizusawa bit his lip, wondering if this was all his fault and not just the fault of a too-tight ace bandage. After all, he'd been the one to collide with Kiyama, land on him, and then sit on him for a moment, probably squashing his new additions even further. Yeah, this was probably his fault, actually...

“I know, what if we use water to wake him up?”

"Wait!" Mizusawa spoke quickly, waving Wataru's words away. Kiyama was stirring! He watched intently as the bigger boy began opening his eyes, looking somewhat pained. He felt a slight stab of pain in his heart at the look on Kiyama's face, thinking he might have been the cause for that.

Kiyama seemed to be scanning the faces of every person around him with a dazed expression, his eyes barely open, and Mizusawa felt inclined to shrink away when he saw the boy's eyes fall on him, some kind of realization dawning on him. Mizusawa blushed. Did he recognize him still as Mizusawa? This was so embarrassing...

But soon, Kiyama's gaze left his, and moved down to his chest. The blush didn't leave Mizusawa's face, wondering what Kiyama would think when he realized they all knew. They all knew he had become a girl too.

"Ahh!"

Mizusawa jumped a little in surprise. He certainly hadn't expected Kiyama to scream. Although for a guy as...well, manly as Kiyama, this probably was something to be screaming about. Especially if he didn't realize yet that they were all girls. The bigger boy began pulling away, pulling his legs up to his chest and rocking back and forth for a moment. Mizusawa stared at him in concern, wondering if he should say anything.

One more look at Kiyama's expression, and he knew he had to.

"Kiyama..." he spoke, almost hesitant. "Are you okay?" He paused, considering taking off his wig to reveal who he really was--but he was too embarrassed, not when his face was all painted like this and he was wearing a skirt and everything. "It's okay...I think...we're all girls right now..."

[Tsuchiya Satoshi]

ooc: SO. I didn't realize it was my turn until Lee told me it was. I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG D: And I'm sorry about the shortness. I didn't know how far I could take this without Godplaying.



No sooner had he and Mizusawa begin to try and revive Kiyama did Hino’s voice stop them all. “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”

The next thing Satoshi knew, Hino was bending down next to the unconscious third year, gently trying to wake him up. “Ah man, he seems completely out of it! What should we do? We need to wake him up!” Wataru spoke up next, “He must have hit his head and fainted or something. I know, what if we use water to wake him up?”

But before anyone could really come up with a solid plan on what to do, Kiyama came to, waving an arm as if to get some space. Satoshi felt himself backing off with the others, as Kiyama sat up, the third year seeming to realize by looking down that, yes he had breast, and they were filling in a pink bra.

Satoshi felt his face flush at the sight, and since this whole ordeal started, was extremely glad his own chest was flat. He was shocked out of his thoughts at the sound of a shriek… coming from Kiyama. The older guy(?) suddenly curled up, hiding his face from everyone surrounding him.

"Kiyama..." Mizusawa spoke up, his wig still falling over his face, "Are you okay?" It seemed as if he didn’t know what to say next and then, "It's okay...I think...we're all girls right now..."

Satoshi found himself nodding, scooting a little closer to Kiyama, but not enough to alarm the older boy(girl?) anymore than he(she?) already was. He kept his voice low, “Mizusawa-senpai’s right, Kiyama-san. This happened to all of us.” He glanced around at the rest of the team in the room, “We’re not really sure how or why this happened, but we’ll figure something out.”

That was when Satoshi took a risk. He scooted a little bit closer, gently placing a hand on Kiyama’s shoulder, “Kiyama-san, let’s get your gakuran back on, and then we can sit down and try and figure this all out.” Once more, he looked around at the others, not waiting their approval before turning his attention back to the one who was passed out not too long ago. “Alright?”

[Nippori Keiji]

Nippori remained frozen to the spot for the most part. As much as he was relieved to not be the only person that had become...feminine, it was still a very weird situation. And...it seemed to be getting weirder and weirder by the second. If Nippori had been asked just the day before if being turned into a girl could get any weirder, he would have said no. But of course, he hadn't taken into account the madness that seemed to follow himself and his friends around.

Come to think of it though...the whole team wasn't there yet. Kaneko and Yuuta were still missing. Have they changed as well...?, he wondered to himself. If Kaneko hadn't, then it was easy to say that Nippori would be pissed off. In fact, more than pissed off. If that four-eyed monkey managed to get out of this, there would be hell to pay...

“Kiyama?” His gaze went to where Mizusawa was, now having moved off of Kiyama, putting an ear near Kiyama’s mouth. “Kiyama!” After this, everyone seemed to get worried about the tall yankee, who appeared to have fainted. Nippori joined the rest of the team around Kiyama by the clubroom doorway, pulling at his hoodie and folding his arms over his large-ish chest self-consciously. What with the Yankees being the tallest out of the whole team, it appeared that they made ‘curvier’ girls than the others did. Although, Nippori was grateful that he wasn’t quite as curvaceous as the other Yankees, even if he was only a couple of centimetres shorter than Aniki and Ryosuke.

He felt slightly useless and guilty that he had no idea what to do to try and help Kiyama, or even what he could suggest to at least try and seem helpful. There wasn’t really any room left around Kiyama at this point because everyone else was crowded around him, so it wasn’t like he could do anything anyway, he supposed. So he ended up standing behind Hino, still unsure what to do, and the concern evident on his face.

“Ah man, he seems completely out of it! What should we do? We need to wake him up!” Aniki exclaimed, obviously just as concerned and frustrated at not knowing what to do as Nippori was. “He must have hit his head and fainted or something.” Nippori nodded quickly. Well, it was either that, or the Ace bandages. Or maybe both of those were true. There wasn’t any way they could be sure, at least until they got Kiyama awake again...however long that would take.

“I know, what if we use water to wake him up?” Aniki suggested, and it seemed like a legitimate enough idea. It could work. Nippori’s teeth worried over his bottom lip as he thought, pulling self-consciously once again on his hoodie. This situation was just too weird and too wrong and too...strange. He swore his brain was broken now, because none of his thoughts were making any sense and he was sure that if he tried to speak then that would make even less sense.

It was then that Kiyama began to stir, but Nippori hadn’t noticed because he was fiddling with the zip of his hoodie and trying to adjust the material of his hoodie in a way that would or could hide the fact that he had breasts. It was about the only thing he could do properly right now with his mind in the chaos of thoughts and jumbled nonsense whirling around in it. He was startled by a shriek and spun around to see that it had apparently come from Kiyama, who was now conscious and curled up with his knees pulled up to his chest.

Mizusawa and Tsuchiya attempted to calm Kiyama down, but Nippori couldn’t see how any of them could really be calm with this whole situation. They had all changed gender. It wasn’t like that was an everyday occurrence. If this was some sort of joke, then the gods were being cruel. Very cruel.



((ooc – still needing to say this after all my posts... Sorry this took me so long D: I had a lot to cover in this post, so I kinda missed out some stuff or was a bit vague. Sorry XD))