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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 22, 2012 16:30:42 GMT -5
Mokuba watched Seto through the window as he drove off for Kaiba Corp HQ; as much as Mokuba wanted to go with him and be there to help in any way he could, he was constrained by the story he'd already told Sakura Takahashi. He had to do something, anything to help, he couldn't stand the thought of just sitting in his room or catching up on his studies, not when his big sister...
"Brother!" Mokuba shouted out loud. "Seto's my brother!" Sure, it was difficult to think of him that way in light of just how...feminine his body had become, but Seto was Seto no matter what he looked like and Seto was his big brother, end of discussion.
Then his stomach growled. "Maybe I'll think better on a full stomach." Mokuba made his way down to the kitchen, a distressing itch finding its way right between his shoulder blades where he couldn't reach.
....
As Anzu and Yuugi had feared, more changes had overtaken Jounouchi, Honda, and Otogi; Jounouchi's hair was forming curls, Honda's had become shoulder-length and no longer stood up in a point and Otogi...try as they might Yuugi and Anzu couldn't point to anything in particular that was different about him, just a subtle aggregate impression of greater femininity.
And like Yuugi, none of them had noticed any changes at all. "Uh, guys?" Anzu said, bracing herself for another outburst of indignation from Honda.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 22, 2012 16:46:29 GMT -5
She wasn’t disappointed.
“What?” Honda snapped.
“Have you, uh, noticed any … changes?”
His glower could have melted crowbars into puddles of hot slag. “Besides the obvious?”
“Besides that.” She said hastily. “Like, uh, Honda, could you touch the point of your hair for me?”
“The hell?”
“Just do it.”
He obediently reached up and grabbed empty air. “The HELL!?” His hands swung down to grab handfuls of spiky locks edging around his ears. They touched his neck and collarbone when he twisted his head from side to side. “When did that happen?”
“I think all of you should look in the mirror,” Anzu suggested.
There was a dirty rush for the looking glass. Otogi seemed disappointed, but Jounouchi’s jaw hung open.
“I look like Shirley-freaking-Temple!”
“I look like the kind of hairball a lion would vomit up,” Honda responded. He leaned forward. “Is my NOSE pierced?”
Jounouchi shoved him aside and tugged at one lower eyelid. “Mascara? Seriously? Not even Shizuka owns one of those things.”
“It doesn’t seem to matter,” said Yuugi, coming to stand beside Anzu and gesturing to his ears.
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 22, 2012 17:07:08 GMT -5
"Seriously?" Jounouchi leaned in for a close-up look at Yuugi's ear.
"And, your nails are pink." Honda held Yuugi's hand up, his bewilderment overcoming his outrage.
"Again, if not for the involuntary nature of it all..." Otogi muttered to himself.
"Uh, guys?" Yuugi was feeling just a bit crowded. Fortunately, Jounouchi and Honda got the message and stepped away.
"Right, so we're in agreement then." Jounouchi.
"We've got to get Yuugi back to normal right away."
"Definitely." Anzu said, the distressing sense of how cute Yuugi was becoming most threatening.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 23, 2012 10:48:07 GMT -5
“We’ve got to get YUUGI back to normal right away?” Honda incredulously echoed Otogi’s statement. “What about US? How about getting US back to normal too?”
“That goes without saying, Honda,” Yuugi assured him.
“Apparently not.” He folded his arms but immediately dropped them. “Ow!”
“What?” Anzu asked, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
Colour crept into Honda’ cheeks. “Nothing.”
“You said ow.”
“I know what I said.”
“Why did you –”
“No reason!” His cheeks turned from pink to cerise. Everyone’s attention focussed on him, which was apparently the last thing he wanted. “Fuck off, all of you. Quit staring at me.”
“That’s some colour, dude.” Jounouchi squinted at him. “You swallow a bottle of hot sauce or something?”
“Or something,” Honda muttered.
“What’s wrong?” Yuugi echoed Anzu’s question.
Otogi, on the other hand, had his gaze a little lower than Honda’s face. “Are you cold?”
“What?”
He gestured.
Honda tried to fold his arms again to disguise himself, but he winced. Apparently the triangles poking through his top were painful.
Anzu, who had endured female hormones for years, recognised what was going on before the others. “Honda, are your nipples sore?”
His whole face flamed. “Shout it around, why doncha?” He ducked his head and attempted to wedge himself between racks of clothes before the tailor and her assistant returned. “God, being a girl SUCKS.”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 23, 2012 12:46:30 GMT -5
"Okay," Anzu said, taking a deep breath. "I get that this is really shocking and unwanted and wrong to have thrust upon you out of nowhere..." Anzu then grabbed Honda by the ear and pulled, "...but if you keep acting like being a girl is the worst possible thing ever, I will drag you in front your sister, tell her how you've been acting, and leave you there with her! You got that?"
Honda nodded; uncomfortable and angry though he was, what his sister would do to him was not something that he wanted to dwell on or experience.
"Good, now let's work on your...little problem, and then we're out of here before the tailor tries to stuff me into something even more hideous than before."
....
Seto Kaiba arrived at the Kaiba Corp. HQ, brushed back his hair, and got out of his car, careful to do so in a properly "ladylike" fashion.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 24, 2012 17:25:18 GMT -5
“Sir?” Isono got out of the car and checked himself in the same heartbeat. Nothing flickered across his iron face except the breeze. “Miss?”
Seto sighed inwardly. Outwardly he projected calm confidence and a desire not to be bothered by other people’s petty problems. “What is it, Isono?”
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“No.” Seto looked around at the executive parking lot. “But frankly we’re low on options. I need Kaiba Corp’s resources to locate and terminate this problem, so the most opportune place for me to be right now is here.”
“With all due respect, I disagree. Miss.”
Seto noticed the slight pause but didn’t remark on it. Instead, he asked, “Why?”
“You’re in a weakened position right now. Being on public display might be more harmful than useful in the long run.”
“If I get my way there won’t be a long run. Not one that involves … this, at any rate.”
“But –”
“Come along, Isono.” Seto swept past. “Let’s go inside and see what we can see.”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 24, 2012 18:05:24 GMT -5
"What is your business here Miss?" The receptionist said, having only glanced at Seto before returning to her monitor; in all likelihood she was playing Galaga or the like.
"I am Chiyoko Kanjo, Seto Kaiba's cousin, and I will be overseeing Kaiba Corp for the time being."
"Miss, you really shouldn't joke about things...like...that..." The receptionist's jaw dropped as she actually looked at Seto, studied his firmly female appearance. "You really are his cousin, aren't you?" Her jaw had yet to close again.
"Yes, and I can assure you that I will be utterly occupied in managing my cousin's affairs, so make sure you send out a memo that no one is to enter my office without my express permission."
"Yes Mam, right away!" Seto angled her head to confirm that the receptionist had been playing a game, though it was Asteroids instead of Galaga. She quickly exited that game and typed up the memo faster than the eye could follow.
Seto walked to the elevator with Isono. They entered, the doors closed behind them.
....
Mokuba froze in the middle of a bite of his sandwich; someone had just rung the doorbell.
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 25, 2012 10:29:53 GMT -5
Oh no oh no oh no oh no …
His brain thrummed with protestations but his body froze. He was aware of someone going to the door – a maid probably – and of the need to stop them, but time moved sluggishly and he wasn’t in time. He skidded to a time-lapsed stop in the hallway and hastily combed hair in front of his face to disguise his altered, smooth throat.
He expected Sakura. It was what fate would have thrown at him; the person he least wanted to see popping up on his doorstep with immaculately bad timing. However, the girl staring at him down the hall had wild brown hair she had attempted to stuff into a red hat. One forelock brushed over her forehead, a startling purple that couldn’t be natural. It was the forelock that clued him in, despite the fact that the gender was completely wrong.
What the heck was Dinosaur Ryuzaki doing here?
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 25, 2012 12:53:04 GMT -5
"And what is your business here young lady?" The maid's question made Dinosaur Ryuzaki blush until he was red as a rose.
"Look." Mokuba was shocked at just how high and smooth Ryuzaki's voice was now. "I just need to talk to either Seto or Mokuba Kaiba." Ryuzaki looked around and saw Mokuba. "Okay, you're here, good." Ryuzaki stepped forward, only for the maid to interpose herself in between them.
"I'm sorry young lady, I'm afraid I can't allow near the young master until I know who you are and why you're here."
"It's okay." Mokuba said to the maid. "I know her."
The maid looked at Ryuzaki, she looked at Mokuba.
"Very well young master." She bowed and walked away, leaving the two alone at the front door.
"So, why are you here?" Mokuba asked.
"Really? You don't think it has something to do with this?" Ryuzaki pointed at the breasts on his chest, a reminder that while they were both the same height, Ryuzaki was several years older than him.
"Right." Mokuba very pointedly looked away from Ryuzaki's chest. "I mean, why did you come here?"
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Post by Scribbler on Oct 28, 2012 18:26:46 GMT -5
“Oh I don’t know,” Ryuzaki said with abundant sarcasm. “Maybe because whenever weird-ass shit happens to me it’s usually connected to Yuugi Mutou’s bunch of hare-brained idiots? And before you ask, I already went over to his place to find out why the hell I was like this when I woke up this afternoon –”
“This afternoon?”
“It was a late night. BUT they were all out except for that creepy old man … woman … THING. One look at that and I was too gobsmacked to do anything except stare like a bozo and get the door closed in my face. So since wherever Mutou’s weird-ass shit goes, you Kaibas aren’t far behind, I figured I come ask YOU why the hell I have a cooch!”
Mokuba winced. “Couldn’t you phrase it nicer than that?”
“Funnily enough, I don’t feel like being nice today,” Ryuzaki snarled. “Answers. Now.”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Oct 29, 2012 3:20:12 GMT -5
"All right." Mokuba rubbed his head, feeling the onset of a terrible headache from having to deal with Ryuzaki. "My brother's got his intel team following the leads we've got, so the moment they find anything out Seto will find out and it will only be seconds after that before I find out, and maybe if you manage to keep on my good side, I'll even fill you in."
"Your good side huh?" Ryuzaki snorted. "Guess even as a girl you're still a Kaiba." Ryuzaki looked around. "So, could I bug you for a bite to eat, or would that strain the famous Kaiba generosity?"
"I'll have you know Kaiba Corp's donations to charities and orphanages are unmatched throughout the entire country." Mokuba bristled, then took a breath. "I'll take you to the kitchen, and don't say anything to the staff, got it?"
"Yeah yeah, wouldn't want the common tongue to wound their ears."
But as Mokuba walked with Ryuzaki, he realized something was off, and what that something was. "Where's Insector Haga?"
Ryuzaki rolled his eyes. "I hang out with the guy every now and then, doesn't make me his keeper."
"You both joined DOMA together, you do more than that."
"Hey, that was his idea!" Ryuzaki cleared his throat. "In any case, I don't know where he is, but if he was changed too..."
....
"Insector Haga, you genius!" Haga snickered to himself, or rather, herself; it might not have been an impressive body, but it was still a female body, and being female meant that there were places he could enter and occupy without anyone giving him grief.
Places, like the female section of a local bathhouse.
....
"...I don't want to think what he'd be doing right now." Ryuzaki shuddered, and Mokuba decided he would take his word for it.
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Post by Scribbler on Nov 1, 2012 20:16:07 GMT -5
“Hormones? Really?” Honda looked appalled. “And you go through this every single month?”
“In the run-up to, ah …” Anzu paused as an unpleasant thought occurred to her. She shook it off: one bridge-crossing at a time was all she could handle. “For a few days each month, yeah. I take agnus castus and evening primrose oil tablets and they usually take care of the sensitivity and other stuff.”
“Get me some, quick! Wait, there’s MORE stuff?”
Anzu sighed. “I’ll get you a book. Right now I’m thinking of a phrase with the key words ‘fish’, ‘fry’, bigger’ and ‘we’ve got’.”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Nov 1, 2012 21:10:15 GMT -5
"Right, right." Honda said, still shaking. "Otogi?" He called out.
"Taking care of it right...now." Otogi said as the scanner confirmed the validity of his card and thus his payment. "And thank you Miss, for all that you've provided us." He held the myriad outfits on coat hangers.
"Oh no, thank you." The tailor said as she gazed upon the receipt. "If you have any more friends in desperate need of new clothes, please let me know!"
"Right away." Otogi threw in a coquettish giggle; at least, Honda assumed he threw it in, the possibility that their encroaching progressing transformation might have had an effect like that was too distressing to discount. "Come on ladies, everyone back at my place for cookies and magazines!"
Regardless of the details of what Otogi said, the group promptly stuffed itself into his limo and took off for his home.
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Post by Scribbler on Nov 2, 2012 17:23:56 GMT -5
Seto was confused. He was used to being resented, despised, loathed, hated and feared by his employees. Being a teenage billionaire who inherited his wealth only at the tail end of a hostile takeover had the combined effect of making people think he hadn’t earned the cash while simultaneously panicking his cold stare could inspire heart attacks and random jumping out of windows in office blocks. He was used to that. He sort of liked it. Today, however …
“Sir, if I may say so, the staff seem more scared of you than usual.”
“Yes.” Seto leaned back in his chair and rubbed his lower back. Leaning forward over a computer screen while maintaining perfect posture had suddenly become a lot more strenuous than it used to be. “They are. Why is that? I’m not acting any different than usual.”
“You did fire that woman from the typing pool as your first act.”
“I’d planned to do that for a week. She lied when she said she completed secretarial training. Stupid female couldn’t shorthand her way out of a paper bag.”
“Be that as it may, sir, Seto Kaiba spent the week planning to fire her without sharing the information with anyone. Chiyoko Kanjo walked into a place where nobody knows her and the first thing she did was cull the herd. That sort of thing creates a first impression of … harshness.” Isono was clearly choosing his words with care. “Even cruelty. The fact that you are female adds to this effect.”
“Why? Women can be in big business.”
“Yes, but there’s a general stereotype in the general populace of women as mothers and caregivers first.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s life, sir.”
Seto frowned and twirled a pen like a baton between his fingers in thought. “They’re afraid of me? Truly afraid?”
“That’s the consensus I’m getting when I venture outside this office, sir.”
“Interesting.” A small smile played on Seto’s lips. He may be trapped in this pesky body, but if he was trapped then he was going to use it to his advantage. He thought of business meetings with men who exuded so much masculinity he practically had to lathe it off the walls after they left. “I think I can use this …”
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Post by cypsiman2 on Nov 2, 2012 21:06:32 GMT -5
"And welcome everyone, to my most humble abode, be sure not to scuff the floor." Ryuji Otogi said, flamboyance the same as always. Yuugi and the others had never been to Otogi's home before, only the Black Crown game shop, yet the latter had seemingly prepared them for the former; there was something very commercial to how everything was laid out, as though everything should have still had a price-tag attached to it and an over-eager sales rep nearby eager to pounce upon any prospective buyers.
"Huh." Anzu was first to speak as she looked around. "It's, um..."
"Chic?" Otogi offered.
"Yes, very chic." Jounouchi interjected. "Now, where was that thing you said was, the picture that looks like the bare naked titty statue?"
Yuugi blushed as he held the statue of Hathor in his hands, one bare breast hanging out.
"Up in the attic." Otogi lead the way.
....
"So." Seto Kaiba looked upon the employee that he'd summoned to his office, appreciating the sweat making its way down his jowls. "My cousin informed me that you have been falling behind schedule and over budget, Mr. Sugimura?"
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