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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 5, 2012 22:01:17 GMT -5
Yuugi Mutou stretched and yawned as he awoke, smacking his lips and scratching his stomach, feeling very odd. It put him in mind of that story about the guy who woke up one day as a giant cockroach, but his hands were plainly human, if a touch thinner then before. The feet that hit the ground had the same number of toes as always, the legs long enough to reach the ground and all that. He stumbled a bit as he walked though, his center of gravity persistently off.
Yuugi entered his bathroom, got his toothbrush and toothpaste, brushed his teeth, spat rinsed and spat again, and was about to take a stab at brushing his hair for what little good it would do, and it was only then that Yuugi actually looked at himself in the mirror and thus realized that he was no longer a he, but in fact a she.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 6, 2012 3:26:49 GMT -5
His cheekbones stood out at the same angles, but the arch of his eyes and the sharpness of his chin had shifted subtly. He blinked – trying to blink away what could obviously only be a dream – but the feminine version of his own face continued to blink back at him. He reached out to touch the cold surface of the mirror. Physical sensation made him jump back, whereupon the entire top half of his body seemed to take an extra second to follow and thump fleshily back into place. He tugged at the top of his pyjamas, stared down at the inside and gaped.
“GRANDPAAAAAAA!”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 6, 2012 13:13:11 GMT -5
Yuugi promptly covered his mouth upon the conclusion of his outburst, the higher pitch of his voice shocking him as much as the discovery of what was now in the top of his pyjamas. "Yuugi!" His grandpa yelled out, his voice different from last night, giving Yuugi a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. "I'll be with you as soon as I can!"
"Oh man." Yuugi moaned, once again taken aback by the sound of his own voice. "If this has happened to me and Grandpa..."
....
The Kaiba mansion was rocked out of its peaceful slumber by the sound of Mokuba's high pitched and frantic screaming.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 6, 2012 17:52:18 GMT -5
Seto sat bolt upright and threw back the covers in a single movement. He swivelled his entire body to plant both feet on the floor and run from the room at the moment most people would still have been blearily reaching for the light switch. Years of insomnia had lent him the ability to wake and reach clarity almost instantaneously, which was fortuitous when his little brother was screaming fit to wake the dead.
“Mokuba!” Seto slammed open his brother’s bedroom door to find the bedclothes writhing in an apparent struggle. Thinking someone else had already invaded the room, Seto didn’t hesitate to launch himself at the intruder and yank whoever it was away from Mokuba. “Get off him!”
Except that the only person Mokuba was struggling with was himself. It seemed he had flown into something of a blind panic and gotten so tangled in his own sheets he had practically mummified himself. Seto unravelled him and pulled free the mop of untidy black hair.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded. Footsteps thumped in the hallways, signalling the approach of bodyguards who should have been here long before him. “Why are you screaming?”
Mokuba stared up at him through wide, frightened eyes. “Y-You t-too?” he stuttered, his voice still unnaturally high and panicky. “It happened to you t-too?”
“What?” Seto frowned. “What are you talking about, Mokuba?”
In response, Mokuba pulled free one hand and then the other from the bedclothes. Taking Seto’s face in his hands, in a way that would have earned anyone else both appendages returned to them sans wrists, Mokuba tilted his brother’s face to look down at himself. Seto habitually slept in silk pyjamas imprinted with his initially in calligraphic style. Several buttons had come undone during his mad dash to save his little brother, revealing a line of flesh not usually present there. It travelled down in a luxurious curve, disappearing behind the still-fastened buttons, to end in a slightly sweaty weight resting, Seto now acknowledged, against the top of his stomach. Apparently these kind of appendages did not stay pointed and perky when they were roughly the size of … well, melons.
What the HELL was going on here?
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 6, 2012 22:13:14 GMT -5
"Mr. Kaiba!" Seto heard the bodyguards say as they finally arrived, and for a brief moment he'd feared that they too had fallen victim to whatever had happened to him and Mokuba. Fortunately this was not the case, thus establishing that reason and order in the universe had not been completely suspended; true, they would have to be disciplined for their sloth, but that could be dealt with after things had been sorted out and resolved. "Mr. Kaiba?" They now stared at him in confusion for obvious reasons.
"Leave..." Seto cleared his throat, deliberately lowered his pitch to as near an approximation of his normal voice as he could manage. "Leave us."
"Yes s...yes sir." They were plainly eager to be gone and not have to deal with the very strange sight before them.
"What are we going to do, big brother?" Mokuba said, and Seto got a good look at him for the first time in his new state, and truth be told there wasn't that much difference in Mokuba's appearance, just small and subtle details, which only made sense given that Mokuba hadn't gone through puberty yet.
"Well," Seto sighed, then grimaced at the sensation coming from his significantly heavier chest, "I am going to need to obtain some support."
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"This is bullshit." Katsuya Jounouchi looked at himself in the mirror. "This is some real bullshit." Jounouchi looked at his bare chest in the bathroom mirror. "I wake up a girl, and I'm a total flattie; this is the biggest load of bullshit since Transformers 2."
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 7, 2012 19:53:06 GMT -5
He turned to examine his equally flat butt. His body was definitely female, but narrow in all the wrong places. If he was going to be a girl, he at least wanted some bodacious tah-tahs and some junk in his trunk, otherwise what was the point?
He knew this was a dream. It wasn’t even the freakiest dream he had ever had. Those could be laid at the feet of those times when he was a little kid and his dad would come home liquored up, angry and looking to take it out on something small, soft and son-shaped. Jounouchi had endured more concussions than any medical professional knew about; more even than Honda knew about, and Honda knew more secrets of his nasty past than anyone else alive. Compared with some of the mind-trippy dreams of yesteryear, ‘waking up a girl’ was practically fun. Who could deny that having a pair of breasts so easily to hand was great? That is, unless you had a defective subconscious like his that substituted Mai-style boobs for tits like two pills on an ironing board.
Sighing deeply, he returned to his room and surveyed the devastation. Should this shithole have turned all girly and junk too? He imagined pink feathery curtains, a satin pink bedspread and pink wallpaper with a fairy frieze. Actually, he realised he was imagining Shizuka’s bedroom in Tokyo and tried to envision something more original, but the bedroom stayed stubbornly his. It even smelled the same. He couldn’t remember smelling anything in a dream before, but maybe he had and had just always forgotten it when he woke up, the way he forgot how they all ended once he got past the bleary-eyed stage of waking.
“Well this sucks,” he announced, perversely delighted with his new voice. It had a husky quality, like a lounge singer who had smoked too many cigarettes and drunk too many shots. He hauled his skinny butt over to a pile of unwashed school uniform and kicked it aside. This was his dream, and if he wanted to wear something else and skip school, then that was what he would do. Of course, in real life he would have been gibbering in the corner and mourning the loss of his manhood, but since this was a dream and would disappear come morning, he figured he may as well check out how the other half lived – literally.
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Yuugi dashed into his bedroom, aiming for the bedside table where he kept the Millennium Puzzle. He screeched to a halt when he saw that the Puzzle was not there. Instead, a small statue sat in its place. Hesitatingly, he drew closer. The statue was made of pale blue polished stone shot through with darker swirls and streaks. It depicted a woman in a long dress, cinched at the waist, the straps of which left her breasts bare. In one hand she carried a tiny ankh, the other what looked like a gutted maraca stuck with wickedly sharp curved pins. What was more compelling, however, was that she had the head of a cow and that she was sitting where the Millennium Puzzle should be!
Yuugi searched frantically, in case the Puzzle had simply tumbled to the floor, but it wasn’t anywhere to be found. He backed away from the statue. He hadn’t put it there, nor could he think how it had got there.
“Yuugi?” Grandpa was behind him.
Yuugi whirled and felt the same lurch he had when he first what had become of his grandfather. Sugoroku Mutou was to femininity what riding on the wing of an airplane was to wind-chill. His beard and mutton-chops were missing, but the wavy grey hair left in their wake was a poor exchange. Seeing Sugoroku bare-chinned and without his moustache was bad enough, without also being subjected to the compact, utilitarian bosom that more resembled sandbags strapped to his front than actual breasts.
Yuugi closed his eyes for strength, then opened them and pointed at the bedside stand. “The Millennium Puzzle is gone!”
Sugoroku peered at the statue, and then reared back as he obviously recognised it. “That’s a statue of Hathor.”
“Who?”
“The Egyptian goddess of women and motherhood.”
They exchanged a loaded look. Rather than explain what was going on, this just raised more questions. They were almost relieved when the phone rang.
Not so much when Yuugi actually spoke to the frantic, panicking caller.
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Anzu was brushing her teeth when the frantic phone call came. Her mom came into the bathroom, also with a toothbrush poked from foamy lips, and silently handed over the receiver. It was a battered cordless thing with an aerial that extended and kept trying to stab out the eyes of the unwary. Wondering who could be phoning so early in the morning, Anzu dutifully rinsed, spat and spoke into it.
“Hello?”
“Anzu!” squeaked a voice she didn’t recognise. “Do you have a penis?”
Anzu removed the phone from her ear, stared at it and then spoke into it again. “Is this a prank call?”
“No! This is totally, one-hundred percent legitimate. Do you have a penis?”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“No, don’t! It’s me! Honda!”
Anzu’s jaw set grimly. “Look, whoever you are, it is too early and I have too much to do today to deal with you. If you get your jollies this way then bully for you, but frankly, as far as prank calls go, this is pretty weak –”
“Anzu, don’t hang up!” the voice insisted. “Um, um … you once drank a glass of tabasco sauce, cola and lemon juice after you lost a bet against Jounouchi!”
“What?”
“Only I could know that, right? And another time when he lost to you, you made him dress in a tutu and sparkly tights and then stand on Yuugi’s doorstep for an hour pretending to be the Sugar Plum Fairy. And another time …”
Anzu blinked as the voice reeled off incident after incident that nobody except her closest friends had ever known about. By the end of the diatribe she was revising her scepticism. “Honda? Is that really you?”
“Yes!”
“Your voice sounds weird.”
“You’re telling me. I’m locked in the downstairs bathroom where nobody can see me. My mom, granny and sister will fight over the upstairs one forever, but it’s only a matter of time before my dad gives up and comes down here.”
“No, I meant … weird-different, not weird-echoey.”
“Anzu,” the breathy-voice-that-was-apparently-Honda said, trembling slightly, “I’m a GIRL.”
“WHAT?”
“I don’t know how it happened – magic or some shit, it’s gotta be. I already called Yuugi and he says it’s the same at his house – he AND his grandpa changed overnight. I don’t know about Jounouchi; you know he doesn’t have a phone at his apartment. So I called to find out if it’d happened to you too.”
Despite knowing what she would find, Anzu checked herself. “No,” she replied, tugging at her drawstring pyjama pants to look inside. “I’m still a girl.”
Honda whimpered. “Not fair! Why hasn’t this happened to you, too?”
“How the heck should I know?” Anzu rubbed at her left temple with her free hand. “Look, we need to figure out what’s happening here. I take it your family doesn’t know about our –” She verified that her mom wasn’t earwigging. “– supernatural extracurricular activities?”
“You mean the fact that I hang with a dead Pharaoh, regularly go on bizarre globe-trotting adventures and every other week almost get killed by magical psychopaths? No.” Dark sarcasm dripped from Honda’s tone like molasses in the heat.
“Sarcasm doesn’t help the situation, Honda.”
“Then give me some actual help! You can still go outside if you’re still you.”
Anzu let out a breath. “Let me think for a minute.”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 7, 2012 22:57:31 GMT -5
"Okay." Anzu said, still yet to fully process what Honda had told her. "I'll be over as quick as I can with..." Anzu double checked to make sure her mother still wasn't listening in too intently, "and I'll bring over what I can to help, you just, I don't know, make sure no one wants to go in there with you and we'll figure things out from there."
"That's as good a plan as any I guess." Honda said, his female voice still disconcerting to Anzu's ears. "Well, I'll give it a shot, you just get over here and hope for the best." Honda hung up on her, Anzu put the phone back on the receiver. "Hey Mom?" Anzu decided to go on the offensive, so to speak. "Something's come up over at Honda's so I'm going to take some things over."
"Really?" Anzu's mom looked contemplative for a moment. "Does it have something to do with her sister?"
"Yes." Anzu said, not too fast, not too slow, and accurate enough so long as it wasn't poked at too hard. "And from the sound of it I might be a while so I'm going to want to get going right away."
"All right then honey, you go take care of that situation and I'll hold the fort at the Haven Centre." Anzu's mom gave her a quick hug and made her way to the front door while Anzu went into her room, hoping that she would have something for the newly female Honda. There was a small delay when she recoiled at her subconscious's attempts to imagine a female Honda.
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Seto Kaiba had gathered all the maids together and looked down the line at them all to see which if any of them had a body type close to him and thus he could call upon to provide emergency clothing appropriate to his new shape.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 8, 2012 3:42:50 GMT -5
He was not given to studying women’s bodies overmuch. This was less to do with sexuality and more about expediency; he saw the world in terms of allies and enemies, with trivial matters like gender, ethnicity and religious beliefs taking a firm backseat. He took no pride in treating everyone he met equally: if they were allies, he would respect and work with them; if they were enemies, he would destroy them without a backwards glance. It was one of the reasons Yuugi Mutou and his band of merry idiots vexed him so much. Yuugi refused to be pigeonholed as either ally or enemy. To Seto, Mutou had started as a rival and enemy, and he had worked tirelessly to keep him in that role. To Yuugi, the whole world was full of allies waiting to be converted by his questionably naïve charms. The disconnect between how each of them perceived their relationship was a source of constant aggravation for Seto. Even so, had Yuugi been born female Seto would have treated him exactly the same way. Since he wasn’t eager to reveal his inexplicable gender change until he knew what was happening, Seto had chosen to watch the fake ‘dress code inspection’ remotely via a hidden camera. Each maid stood to attention like a soldier on parade, holding out both hands for an apparent fingernail cleanliness check. Isono was playing his part to perfection, stopping by each individual so the camera hidden in his lapel could focus on her. There were ten maids in all, each of whom Seto inspected dispassionately. This was a stop-gap measure only, of course. He would never dream of borrowing someone else’s clothes under normal circumstances. The last maid on the row turned out to be the most suitable of the bunch, although a glance told Seto she was shorter than him. Her body shape was the most similar, which was enough. Seto gave instructions via Isono’s ubiquitous earpiece and watched as the woman was led away, to the whispered gossip of her fellow employees. There was no honour among thieves, as the saying went, but apparently none among cleaning staff either. Underwear was a problem. He couldn’t exactly demand that Isono remove the maid’s – bad enough that her own clothes were being decried as ‘unsuitable’ and confiscated as ‘bringing down the reputation of those in Kaiba employ’. He would send the girl out at the end of the day with a bodyguard to purchase something more ‘suitable’ to keep the pretence going, with the guard discretely buying doubles of everything for Seto. In the meantime, Seto would use her confiscated clothing for himself. It wasn’t ideal, but compared with the alternative, it would have to do. He had already attempted to put on one of his regular shirts, but even bra-less it had strained enough to pop a button. Fifteen minutes later Isono appeared bearing the maid’s outfit. He also had a small tote bag he seemed subtly eager to be rid of. When Seto checked inside he found a matching set of bra and underwear. He shot Isono a look that had the man clearing his throat. “Arisu took this from her locker without her knowledge.” Arisu Kinjo was one of the few female bodyguards on his payroll. She was competent, discreet and could follow orders without constantly balking at the oddness of them, a must for any Kaiba employee. Nonetheless, Seto found himself wondering what she thought of this latest task. He brushed off the thought in favour of accepting the clothes and retreating to his room, where he began the unenviable task of putting on women’s underwear when he had no experience of such. The knickers were easy enough. The maid was apparently one of those women who thought pink adorned with tiny bows was cute beneath one’s clothes. Seto had no opinion on the matter, or at least told himself he didn’t. At least he didn’t have to tuck anything in anymore. He held out the bra, noted the various clasps and straps, and slid the appropriate parts up his arms. He lifted first one breast, recoiling a little at the sensation of both touching and being touched, and shoved it into the cup. It sagged into the material, whereupon he lifted the other into the other cup. They still hung low, which was to be expected since he had not yet done up the clasp in back. Doing so, however, apparently required one to be a contortionist. He tried reaching over his shoulders, but while he could grab both sides, he couldn’t fit the hooks into place. He tried twisting his arms up in a self-inflection Full-Nelson, but that had similar results. Cursing, he was turning in circles when a soft knock came at the door. “Big Brother?” Mokuba pushed open the door, and then hastily backed away. “Sorry! I didn’t realise –” “Come in, Mokuba,” said Seto. “You can assist me in hooking this ridiculous clasp.” Mokuba came in and shut the door behind him. Since his body was female but still childish, he was able to wear his own clothes without difficulty. Unless you knew what to look for, he looked like he hadn’t changed at all. Seto noted that he had picked his biggest, baggiest clothes to accentuate this. “Hold still,” Mokuba said, reaching for both sides of the bra back and pulling them towards each other. Seto grunted at the sudden pressure on his front. He could barely breathe! What was this, a bra or a corset? Did women really wear these things all day without collapsing from vapours? When Mokuba was done, Seto adjusted his new breasts in an effort to make them more comfortable, but it was no use. He wasn’t sure whether the maid’s bra was too small or if a bra was supposed to feel this uncomfortable. Either way, he was stuck for the time being. Mokuba stared at him when he turned around. “You look … so strange,” he murmured, biting his lower lip. Seto scowled. “It isn’t ideal, but it will have to suffice for the time being.” “What’s happened to us, Big Brother?” Mokuba flushed. “Or am I supposed to call you Big Sister now?” “No!” Seto snapped. He was still mentally referring to himself as male, despite clear evidence to the contrary. “We will find out what has happened and we will set it right.” His scowl deepened. “And I will make whoever is responsible pay dearly.” Mokuba’s eyes slid to the maid’s civilian outfit. “Is that what you’re going to wear?” “Apparently.” Seto dressed quickly. Jeans were as far from his comfort zone as the bra was, but at least the black turtle neck was more in keeping with what he usually wore. The effect, however, was not one he usually achieved. Where before a black turtle neck made him look serious and competent, now it accentuated the shape of his bosom and his femininity in a way that made him uncomfortable without truly understanding why. He folded his arms, but that only made it worse. He harrumphed and donned his usual long white coat, tugging at the sides to see how much of his chest he could disguise with it. Apparently not much. He sighed and turned back to Mokuba, realising belatedly he wasn’t wearing any socks. “Big Brother?” “Yes, Mokuba?” “What if…” Mokuba cleared his throat. “What if we’re stuck like this?” Seto’s scowl became a fully-fledged glower. “Then whoever is responsible will be very, very sorry.” [It's weird, but I planned to write a Seto-is-magically-made-female fic a few months ago and never got around ot it. I did, however, go looking for reference pics at the time, which I'm using again. media.animevice.com/uploads/0/167/215682-genderbend_seto_kaiba.jpg24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwocdmUigV1qi7ni4o2_500.jpgwww.google.co.uk/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=667&bih=568&tbm=isch&tbnid=JfPSRqnTofn-nM:&imgrefurl=http://forums.gametrailers.com/viewtopic.php%3Ff%3D23%26t%3D1243665%26start%3D240&docid=NqFb3dICsMYOuM&imgurl=http://rule63.paheal.net/_images/529106f84b0c6d125e33b48e1f90fc10/2142%252520-%252520Joey_Wheeler%252520Seto_Kaiba%252520Yami_Yugi%252520Yu-Gi-Oh%252520Yugi_Muto.jpg&w=900&h=681&ei=mpFyUI3BM4m80QX_2IHgDA&zoom=1&surl=1www.google.co.uk/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&biw=667&bih=568&tbm=isch&tbnid=1ccV_RAbxAcVJM:&imgrefurl=http://forum.yugiohtheabridgedseries.com/showthread.php%3Ft%3D7068&docid=ZFahZ1G8zBZZmM&imgurl=http://rule63.paheal.net/_images/67892f81b67032502ef881165fa54257/3217%252520-%252520Joey_Wheeler%252520Marik_Ishtar%252520Ryo_Bakura%252520Seto_Kaiba%252520Yu-Gi-Oh.jpg&w=1300&h=737&ei=mpFyUI3BM4m80QX_2IHgDA&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=236&sig=105448029970754558168&page=1&tbnh=79&tbnw=140&start=0&ndsp=16&ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0,i:71&tx=43&ty=35&surl=1
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 8, 2012 12:39:00 GMT -5
[Neat, I've been sitting on this particular fic idea too; that said, I kind of wanted Anzu to be gender-swapped as well, but I'm okay with this take on things. Also, the links for those last two images aren't working, but I think the first two get the idea across quite well. XD]
Jounouchi was walking down the street, swinging his narrow but still female hips in a tight pair of jeans; he tried to picture in his mind how Mai would do it, and of course the fact that she had more to work with than him continued to vex him. Seriously, how the hell could his subconscious betray him like this, it knew what sexy was damn it! Oh well, until his brain got the message, he had ways of improving on the situation. "And here we are." Jounouchi said, his husky voice the only proper thing about his new female body. "Yo, Honda!" He said as he knocked the door. "I need to talk to your sister!" They'd met on occasion before, he knew she had plenty of sexy outfits for him to pick through.
"Jounouchi?" He turned and saw Anzu standing there with a bag in her arms, staring bug-eyed at him.
"Oh yeah." Jounouchi said, looking Anzu up and down, "you've got sexy outfits too Anzu; could I bum some off you and get this dream in the right direction?"
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 8, 2012 13:15:38 GMT -5
“Dream?” She blinked, dumbstruck.
“Yeah, sure.” He waved her off. “Although my dreams usually involve boobs that aren’t my own, but I gotta admit, not getting slapped for copping a feel is refreshing.”
“Jounouchi, I don’t think you understand –”
“Oh, I understand plenty. Hey! Leggo!”
She had dragged him backwards, away from the door. “Your jeans are practically obscene!” she hissed. “They’re falling off! Don’t you know boys’ jeans don’t fit girls properly?”
“They were the tightest I could dig out of the laundry pile!” he protested.
“That explains the smell.” Anzu wrinkled her nose, then continued to pull him around to the back of the house where they couldn’t be seen.
“Hey, stop, what gives? Anzu!?”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 8, 2012 13:46:39 GMT -5
"This isn't a dream Jounouchi." She said as she looked through her bag for something to give to the deluded idiot. "Honda's a girl too."
"Yeah, I already knew that." Jounouchi snarked, prompting Anzu to jab him in the shoulder for that; the fact that he was now a she made little difference in that aspect of their dynamic.
"No, I'm serious, and according to Honda the same thing happened to Yuugi and his Grandpa."
"Nuh uh, no way would I turn Yuugi into a girl in my dreams; I mean, yeah, he doesn't like to fight like other guys do and I used to call him a girl, but I don't do that anymore, he's way too standup a guy for that."
"Right, because if Yuugi were a girl he wouldn't stand up for his friends." Anzu took out a pair of denim shorts and threw them in Jounouchi's face; obviously the part where this experience was supposed to leave Jounouchi more enlightened had yet to kick in. "Now look, you wait here and don't do anything until I come back and give you the all-clear to come into Honda's house, got it?"
"Yes Ms. Mazaki." Jounouchi droned. Anzu didn't bother smacking him that time, she had bigger fish to fry as she made her way back to the front door.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 8, 2012 16:29:41 GMT -5
She had her hand raised to knock when the door whooshed open and she was roughly pulled inside.
“What th–”
“Shh!” Honda hissed. The lighting was bad but she recognised the silhouette of his distinctive hair. “Keep your voice down. My mom thinks I left for school already. C’mon. Carry your shoes; don’t leave them in the genkan.”
Giving her just enough to shed her footwear and hook her fingers into the heels, he dragged her down a corridor to the kitchen and through a tiny door to the back staircase. This was a home that had been in Honda’s family since long before the current three generations who lived here, and as such was much bigger than either Anzu’s or Yuugi’s. It was ragged and threadbare, but it had a comfortable lived in feel, and was always so cluttered it never felt as big as it actually was.
They reached his bedroom, but zoomed past to yet another tiny door, behind which was another staircase.
“The attic?” Anzu whispered.
“Until my mom goes to work and Granny gets set up in front of the TV in her room to watch her shows, yeah, the attic. It’s safest. Granny’s bum hip doesn’t let her climb stairs. That’s why she has the downstairs bedroom.”
“But Jounouchi –”
“Less talky, more climby.” He all but shoved her up the stairs ahead of him, easing the door closed after them.
“Jounouchi’s outside!” Anzu said once they had reached the attic and Honda had pressed his ear to the floor and given her permission to speak again.
“He is?” Honda raised his head, revealing his newly feminised face. It was so bizarre to see his same old hair on top of such delicate features. Honda was … actually really pretty as a girl. Anzu was surprised. She had imagined he would just look like regular Honda in drag. Instead, his lips had become fuller, his eyebrows had thinned and the colour of his eyes seemed to have deepened to a softer, chocolaty brown compared with his usual ditchwater-colour. He swallowed, and realised he had no adam’s apple anymore. Somehow this brought home the reality of the situation more than anything else. This was real. This was happening. This wasn’t some strange dream or nightmare. Her friends really had switched genders overnight.
“Uh, yeah,” she replied. “He is, and he’s waiting for me to go down and tell him it’s safe to come inside.”
“Damn it.”
“But that’s not the worst of it.”
“How could it get any worse than Jounouchi being a girl and hiding outside my house?”
“He thinks it’s all a dream, so he isn’t taking care not to be seen. He walked here.”
“He did?” Honda pressed the heels of both hands against his eyes. “DAMN it. Why am I even surprised? That nimrod.”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 8, 2012 17:01:05 GMT -5
"To be fair, would the you from a year or two ago believed anything about what was going to happen to us all since Yuugi solved the puzzle?"
"Point. But Jounouchi's still a nimrod."
"True." Anzu just wanted to get certain details out of the way, remind everyone that the bizarre and impossible was the order of the day in their lives. "Here's the stuff I brought over." Anzu put the bag in Honda's arms. "You work on seeing what if any of it will fit you and I'll try to keep Jounouchi from blowing the whole thing, assuming he hasn't already."
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Ryuji Otogi regarded himself as an open-minded person who did what he wanted and expressed himself as he pleased without worry or concern with what the average person on the street or society in general thought of it. Thus, when he'd first woken up and discovered his own transformation into a woman, he was less concerned by the physiological changes, especially since he was still beautiful either way, and more concerned by unaware and involuntary nature of these changes. "Right." Otogi had just finished getting himself dressed in an outfit he'd borrowed from a member of his staff who was swiftly sworn to secrecy. "If anyone's going to have a chance at a clue, it's probably Yuugi's grandpa." Sugoroku played the part of the fool and the dirty old man, but there was something about his baring that said he knew far more than he let on.
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"Otogi?" Yuugi said after answering the phone.
"Yes Yuugi." As Yuugi had feared, Otogi had also been changed, his voice shifted an octave up from where it had been before. "I take it from your voice that you've been changed as well?"
"Yes."
"I see. I don't suppose your grandpa has any idea what's going on, does he?"
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 8, 2012 18:11:00 GMT -5
Yuugi listened to the tell-tale thump and curse of his grandpa falling over something else in the attic above. Sugoroku had forbidden Yuugi from following him up, although Yuugi got the feeling that was less to do with him seeing what was up there and more to do with the rickety nature of the stepladder they had to use to reach the third level of their home. Yuugi rested one hand against the ladder’s metal frame, the other cupping the phone to his ear. The yawning cockloft door seemed like a portal to another world above his head; one that smelled of dust and mothballs. Sugoroku had relinquished a lot of his archaeology equipment when he married, started a family and bought the store. Some things, however, he had wrapped and carefully put into storage in the attic, and it was these that he was now trying to locate. As he hadn’t needed them since before Yuugi was born, he couldn’t remember where he had put them and was attempting to locate them by the light of a twenty-watt light bulb that swung wildly in the reverberations of his footsteps.
“Grandpa’s looking for some books he thinks might help.”
“Really?” Otogi sounded hopeful.
“Well, he thinks they might have information in them we could use.”
“What sort of information?”
“Well …” Yuugi winced at another vehement curse. Sugoroku sure had a mouth on him when he wanted. “Um … I found a statue in my room this morning.”
“Oh yes?”
“Have you ever heard of Hathor?”
“Should I have?”
“She’s an ancient Egyptian goddess.”
Otogi sighed. “Of course. Egyptian magic.”
Yuugi frowned. “You sure do sound calm about this.”
“Perk of a good poker face, my friend.”
“You mean you’re not as okay with the situation as you sound?”
“I keep telling myself it’s temporary and once it’s fixed I’ll be allowed to inflict lots of pain on the responsible party. It helps.”
Yuugi removed the receiver from his ear to look at it for a moment, trying to work out whether Otogi was serious. “Oh … kay.”
“What does the Pharaoh have to say about it? I’d imagine ancient Egyptian magic is right up his alley.”
Yuugi cringed, his belly cramping with a mixture of emotions: worry, dread, fear and loss. Grief stabbed into him that he didn’t know whether the spirit was okay or not, wherever he was. That someone could have broken into his room, stolen the Millennium Puzzle, left the turquoise statue of Hathor in its place and escaped without detection was awful enough. The gender switching on top of that was fraying his nerves in ways it may not have if the Pharaoh had been there to consult and comfort him.
“Yuugi?” Otogi prompted. “Are you still there?”
“I’m here.” Yuugi cleared his throat. “I don’t know what he thinks.”
“Have you asked him?”
“I can’t.” Yuugi took a breath. “The Millennium Puzzle is missing.”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 8, 2012 20:40:08 GMT -5
"The Millennium Puzzle? The gold, bulky, upside-down pyramid with a chain so that no one can grab it off from around your throat, containing the soul of an Ancient Egyptian pharaoh who's been known to drive people mad if they are not worthy of the puzzle?"
"Yes."
"In other words, whoever did this did their homework and they've got more than just some stupid prank in mind for us."
"But what? I mean, if someone could transform us into women, wouldn't it make more sense to make us into mice or something so that we couldn't do anything at all?"
"Maybe it's the only trick they know."
"That still doesn't explain why though."
"I think I've found something." Sugoroku said, a tome whose binding was half-off in his hand. "At least, a step in the right direction.
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Seto and Mokuba were halfway to a private female tailor, one who could be counted on to keep her silence and who assured Seto on the phone that she could get him a bra that wasn't choking him like a damned corset.
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