Making the switch (December 2009)

[Delilah A. Black]

OOC:((THIS IS NOT IN LIEU WITH CURRENT TIME LINE FOR DELILAH PLZ))

Ahhhh Christmas morn. There's no more magical time of the year than this. Everywhere, children were eagerly waking up and ripping open presents, squealing with delilght and tearing through the house in a sugar crazed frenzy. Family members would be annoying, infants would be screeching, parents would be dead tired from beiing up for fourteen straight hours...yes, my dears, Christmas was indeed magical.

And the magic seemed to have no limit this year...

Fast asleep in the arm chair in her study, curled up like a cat snoozing the noon hours away, there was Delilah. Beside her, a plate that had once carried cookies now only had crumbs. The empty tumbler and bottle were on the side table on her left. Screw Sandy Claws. Those cookies had been too good to pass up for someone who would only leave lumps of coal in her stocking.

How little she knew.

Delilah woke to a heavy pounding in her head, and she let a groan slip out between her lips, and she coughed heavily. That was weird. Her voice sounded deeper than normal. She shrugged it off as part of the hangover, some frog in her throat or something, before rising and heading off to the 'loo. She had to bleed the lizard something fierce.

She paused a moment. 'Bleed the lizard'? Where exactly did that come from? Girls didn't HAVE lizards, silly head. Shaking her head, she slipped into the bathroom.

Not even a few seconds later...

"YEEEOOOW THATS FUCKING COLD!!!"

and then...

"What in the NAME OF---WHY DO I HAVE A--WHY DON'T I HAVE MY---WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?!?!"

She rushed to the mirror and gaped at herself. she emitted a very manly shout of alarm.

"DUDE,"



"I'M A GUY!!!"

"...

DAMN, I'm fine..."

NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE OGGLING YOURSELF!

She couldn't believe what was happening to her, she was a GIRL A GIRL AN AVERAGELY PRETTY BOOBALICIOUS GIRL...

But here, before her, with a disbelieveing expression on his face was a ruggedly handsome man with her clear blue eyes and uncharacteristic amount of morning stubble, chest hair poking up out of what was once a females night gown, and an obvious, hard, unignorable lump of cole in the center of her panties.

SHIT.

There was no way around it; Delilah was a dude.

As she continued to stare blankly at herhimself in the mirror, the itch in her groin was starting to get too hard to ignore. Not a 'itchy scratchy' itch, but a 'c'mon Del, give us a little rub, huh?' kind of itch. Without thinking herHIS hand drifted down to the bulge and--

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!

--hopped into a cold shower before it could get any worse.


***

Delilah...was exhausted.

All day she'd gone through the motions of being a guy. Peeing standing up? More of an art than gravity doing it's own thing. Protecting ones family jewels? MOST VITAL THING EVER. Shaving the face? Ladies SO take it for granted...it hurts when you don't have cream. All day, the smell of female skin tickled the sinuses and more often than not, made her sneeze uncontrollably. Strange. The world was different through the eyes of a guy. it was a good thing Delilah usually wore mens clothes, but instead of a loose t-shit, everything was so much more...form fitting....it irked her to no end...and chaffed places that she shouldn't have.

The weirdest experience was when Delilah had to beat up a gay guy for grabbing her ass. It was sort of an accident; normally she'd punch the lights out of a guy who touched he rthere unannounced. It was just reflex. But she came off looking like an a-hole anyway.

So, Delilah clambered into bed with loose fitting sweatpants, wondering how in the world shehe was going to live through the rest of herhis life as a guy, only knowing how good it felt to be a lady....

"Merry Christmas..." She He muttered darkly, tossing the covers up over his head and drifting off to sleep...

****
Delilah's eyes popped open. She was back in the arm chair, an empty bottle of burbon beside her, a plate of crumbs on her right. Was it a...

She gropped herself most furiously and inappropriately before rushing to the bathroom to examine her facial hair...or lack three of. Smiling, she walkd back to the living room and dug through her desk drawers until she came up with a flask of whiskey. She took a swig before replacing the bottle in the drawer and going to get dressed. Alcohol induced hallucination. Thats all it was. Right? Right?

...Right?

[Bastille Amtrum]

“Happy Christmas” Bastille said unwrapping Homis home cooked cookies. Christmas eve, she always experimented with some new baking good and it always turned out the science experiment it was. Homi was an excellent cook, but a horrid baker. Summing up the courage Bastille took a small nibble and then blinked. They where good…the addicting actually. She put another in her mouth and Homi smiled brightly. “I put some things from the medicine cabinet in there hoping they would add a calming effect to the cookies!” She said excitedly. Bastille spit the remainder of her cookie out and stared at Homi with a petrified expression.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Practically choking.

“Put muscle relaxers in the cookie mix?” The adorable brown eyes where rendered as a defense.

“ugh Homi you don’t….put medicine in when you cook do you? So you shouldn’t when you bake either….it could kill someone. Ugh I’m tired I….”


Homi gasped as Bastille fell over flat on her face. Out cold…the dream began as if the worst nightmare had come to life.

Had Homi drug her to her room? Geez that must had been a long hawl, oh well…she deserved it for drugging Bastille. Sitting up she touched her face and groaned, god she felt odd…and absent mindedly her hand wandered between her legs to find the source of the weird-

It took a minute to click- the large hand, the added weight from the chest to betix the legs. It took only a few seconds for Bastille to growl and punch the wall next to her in. She raced to the mirror. Her face, her beautiful face…..it was….gone…replaced by, a rather…familiar face. THE BLONDE BASTARD!!!! Had she switched bodies with him?! No…it was her room and she still had her odd hair coloring. Ironically her looks just strongly resembled her worst nightmare of a man. Slowly he shrunk back to the bed and pulled the covers over his head. Crap it was Christmas and she had a dick…he was going to kill Homi!!! A lot more then sleeping pills had gone into those cookies.

There was that other matter to deal with. What did men call it? Either way it was morning and she had an issue. Unable to even look at it, let along his new body,….he just writhed under the sheet becoming more frustrated. Slowly he forced himself up and into the other room checking to make sure the coast was clear. Finally with enough courage she/ he undressed and went into the shower letting the cold water do the trick. So cold that once the problem was solved she jumped out into a warm towel shivering. Bastille was running through boy names for herself when she turned to look at herself in the mirror.

With a second glance she resembled the bastard a lot less. Red eyes, blonde hair styled in a layered look- short and still well kept. He was lean and well tanned skin as well as slightly muscular. He had the narrow frame and yet….she was reminded of a Victorian era gentlemen.

Slowly she went to her closet and pulled out a pair of clothes she had forgotten she had stored and put them on. A red coat, with blue slacks and a black vest along with her usual cravat all completed her look. But Bastille didn’t stop there, she was just going to have to live with this till she reverted back. Maybe she would go see how many girls she could pick up. It sounded amusing enough. Walking out into the street she grinned as girls looked at her left and right. Oh this was just so amusing. Winking at a couple she continued on her way….suckers.

It wasn’t till she/he entered a book store did she/he find a problem. She had entered on a whim to see if Homi would be attracted to her form. However at first glance of her Bastille or rather as she had no named herself Leonard after her crazy butler….couldn’t help his eyes wandering over her small frame. With a gulp he found his new best friend reacting and with a cursing speech he turned away. However he found himself back at the counter seducing Homi into the bathroom.

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO SOOOOOOOOOO WRONG!!!!!!


*SLAM!* Bastille jumped up throwing the covers off her body. Her eyes blinked and she looked around the room, Homi sitting by her side shocked. Bastille glanced down at her body…it was normal…her big breasts and no dick! She gasped and hugged herself smiling happily to be a girl again. Turning to look at Homi she felt a sudden pang of fear as Homi began to be enveloped by flames. She slowly turned to stare at the wall where there was a huge indent from the punch she had delivered it. Bastille stared at it blankly…


“oops.”

[Adrian Hanlon]

It had been a long first day at school for Adrian. While it had been, for the most part, uneventful, the young blond was much more used to the office than the classroom, especially because, in the office, he was in charge, and back in the classroom, he had to actually listen and pay attention. It wasn't so much that it was difficult, but it required an effort that Adrian hadn't ever bothered to put into his schooling before. New times, however, call for new attitudes, and Adrian came to realize that if he chose not to go to college, he would constantly have to wrestle with the fact that other, just as successful firms were held by college graduates and the like. That meant he needed everything he could get in his favor. And so, for once, Adrian was actually sitting at his desk in his room, studying.

As he studied, Adrian was munching on a plate of chocolate chip cookies. He had been inspired by a conversation with Alexis Green that morning, and on his way home from school, had stopped by a small, mom-and-pop style bakery, and found a dozen cookies for a really good price. After studying and doing his homework throughout almost all hours of the evening, and munching on cookies absentmindedly the whole time, Adrian realized that he had, much to his chagrin and dismay, ate the entire box. The young man frowned, shaking his head and patting his belly in apology. He would be hitting the crunches double tomorrow, that was for sure. But for now, the homework was done, and he had studied enough for his taste. Setting his books aside, Adrian stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts and a tanktop, and crawled into his king-size bed and quickly fell asleep.

After what seemed like a rather short and restless sleep, Adrian sprang awake, sitting up quickly in bed and nearly being bowled over because of it. Blinking, he she(?) realized there was a weight on his chest that he hadn't remembered as being from his incredibly manly pectorals. However, for some reason, she had a good idea of what it was, and just didn't want to look. To that end, Adrian Adrienne simply looked up at the ceiling fan, humming to herself. The humming didn't sound quite right, though, and, squeezing her eyes shut, she braved out a few words.

"What the hell?"

Sure enough, her voice was much higher-pitched than she had remembered it to be. Resigning herself to her fate, Adrienne hopped from the bed, stumbling a little as she adjusted to her different center of gravity. After catching her balance, she stumbled tiredly to the bathroom, and after closing the door and insuring she was in total darkness, took a deep breath, and flicked the light on, affirming exactly what she had somehow known from the moment she sat up.

Adrienne had become a girl.

For the longest time, Adrienne just stared at her new 'assets', and her shock at undergoing an overnight sex change started to fade to admiration as she held them in her hands, working them around a little to catch them from every angle.

"What, is it 'Mary' Christmas now?" Adrienne said out loud, more for her own benefit than anything, and laughing at her own stupid joke. Well, when faced with a sudden change in one's life, one only had two real options: shut down, or cope. Adrienne decided to cope. She was already here in the bathroom, so she might as well take a shower.

Stripping free from the trappings of her clothes, Adrienne turned on the faucet and started the shower, letting it heat for a moment as she turned around and, once more, admired her rather shapely body. It seemed that since, as a boy, she had kept herself in immaculate shape, it had shone through as a girl, as well. With the shower warmed to her perfect specification, Adrienne stepped in and shut the shower door. Adrienne was never shy of hair product before, and so transitioning to female hair care was actually incredibly simple. She put in her shampoo, left it in for a while as she scrubbed her face with her exfoliating scrub, and then rinsed both of them off. Afterward, she applied conditioner, and, like the shampoo, left it in while she lathered up a loofah in some shower gel and used the little cleansing device to scrub her body up and down... all over.

Yeah, Adrienne would have to admit that she may have spent the next ten minutes or so just, well, you know... experimenting.

Afterwards, the pretty blonde rinsed off, and was just about to shut down the shower when she noticed her Gillette Mach 5 razor sitting atop the shower stall. She bit her lip curiously as he eyes glanced downward. Maybe she should... her hand took the razor and slowly lowered it down below her midsection.

A few minutes later, Adrienne stepped from the now-silent shower and began to towel herself off before wrapping another towel around her hair so it would dry independently. With one towel around her scrumptious body and one around her hair, Adrienne ambled into her kitchen, and made herself a bowl of Wheaties, with a slice of banana and skim milk. While she ate, she watched Montel Williams on the kitchen TV. When her program and her cereal were both finished, she put the dish back in the sink and rinsed it out properly before putting it in her dishwasher to be better cleaned. Putting away the cereal and turning off the TV, Adrienne yawned. She realized it was the weekend, and she didn't have anything else to do today, so she might as well fall back asleep.

Folding both towels away precisely and putting them back on the rack, Adrienne, deciding this time to sleep completely in the buff, crawled back under her down covers and comfortably closed her eyes...

Only to snap back awake yet again, only a moment later. "God dammit!" a manly voice sounded out, and Adrian realized it was his own. "... what the hell?" he said, again, this time feeling it out in his normal voice. He got out of bed, and checked himself, to see that he was still in his boxers and tanktop, and, thankfully, now sans boobies.

".... huh." was all he could say, rather confused by the whole ordeal. It had felt so real, after all. Adrian's eyes, suddenly, transfixed on the box of cookies he had eaten the night before. The emblazoned logo on the top of the box read "GenderBender Bakery, Long Beach, CA"

Adrian narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "...the fuck?" he said, still not quite able to get out a full thought. Surely the whole thing had been some sort of weird dream, right? He climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, checking for anything out of the ordinary. Sure enough, his shampoo, conditioner, exfoliating scrub, and body gel loofah were all where he had left them, and none seemed wet or used. Shaking his head, Adrian exited the bathroom, still a bit woozy, and in his confusion and sleepiness, completely missed the tiny, curly light blonde hairs glistening near the shower drain....

[Kazuya Hikari]

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a... "Kazu!" Kazuya was sitting on his bed, his headphones firmly clamped on his ears, as he munched on some cookies he had found sitting on the counter in the kitchen in his apartment. Assuming it had been a gift or something from either Kyoko or Emily, he hadn't really thought twice about where it had come from, and had proceeded to take a couple from the plate before heading into his room. Pulling his headphones off, letting them hang around his neck, Kazuya watched as Kyoko came barreling into his room, staring at the cookie in his hand. "Mmm? Was wrong onee-chan?" Kazuya said, or at least, attempted to say, a mouthful of cookie in his mouth. "Did you eat some of the cookies on the counter?" Kazuya swallowed, before nodding, as he crammed the last piece of the cookie into his mouth. "Why? Were you saving them for someone?" "Well no, I actually got them from Shizuka, for the both of us, but still, you should've asked!" Kyoko replied, as she proceeded to hit Kazuya's arm hard but teasingly. After she had walked out of his room and headed back to her apartment room, Kazuya checked the time, and saw it was getting pretty late. Pulling his headphones off, Kazuya climbed into bed, and within a few minutes, was out like a light. If only he knew what was in store for him...

T'was the morning of Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, but there would be chaos soon enough. Kazuya stirred underneath his blanket, starting to wake up. A few minutes later, he was fully awake, and made his way to the bathroom. He had left the bathroom cupboard door open again, as he reached the sink, and closed it, only to nearly jump backwards into the tub in fright. No way... It couldn't be... He... "WHAT THE HELL!? I'VE GOT BLOODY BOOBS!" Kazuya stared down at his... her, body in absolute disbelief. Was he dreaming? Pinching himself sending a shock wave of pain up his arm confirmed he wasn't. Wincing in pain, Kazuya ran out of his bathroom and out of his apartment, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt, as he slammed his fists repeatedly against Kyoko's apartment door. This was completely nuts. Last night he was a guy, the next morning, he was turned into a girl. At least his hair was slightly longer than usual, since he hadn't gotten a haircut yet, though his was a different color than Kyoko's because of their... no, the real Kazuya and Kyoko's mother had brown hair.

Not that this Kazuya knew that.

He heard footsteps head towards the door in between him slamming his fists, before the door suddenly opened, as he saw Kyoko poke her head out in between the gap, and stare at Kazuya. "... Yes?" She asked, as Kazuya was taken aback slightly. He knew Kyoko was slightly shy when it came to strangers, but this was... well, slightly curt. "Kyo-chan!" Kazuya cried out, as he saw Kyoko's eyes widen in surprise. Only the real Kazuya and this Kazuya ever called her by that nickname. "Kazu?" "Yeah! I was asleep, and when I woke up and went into the bathroom, I found out this happened!" Kazuya exclaimed, as he held out his hands and shook his head in exasperation. Reaching out, Kyoko grabbed Kazuya's shirt, before yanking him into her apartment room, slamming the door shut behind him. Sitting down opposite from her at the table, Kazuya wondered how this happened. The only thing he really did different was.. "Those cookies..." Kazuya muttered, as Kyoko blinked at him. "The cookies Shizuka gave me? Those did that to you!?" Kyoko exclaimed, as Kazuya shrugged. It was the only thing (s)he could think of. This was bloody great... and what's worse, (s)he and Kyoko were suppose to met Taku later. There wasn't much they could really do, given that they had no idea how to change Kazuya back. Heading back to his apartment defeated, at the moment, Kazuya pulled on her clothes, given that (s)he wasn't able to fit Kyoko's. (S)he, even though a girl, was still bigger than Kyoko. How about that. Wrapping the training bandages (s)he usually wrapped around her arms around her chest, to try and hide the fact somewhat, there was no denying that Kazuya looked slightly feminine.

Oh this was going to go so well.

A few minutes later, Kazuya, looking rather sullen, walked beside Kyoko, clearly not happy about the case of gender-bending that occurred. After a little while, they saw Taku, who was waiting at the meeting spot. "Hey!" Taku called out, as he waved, before a dumb-founded look appeared on his face. "... Where's Kazuya?" He asked, as he looked around, "And who's that?" As he pointed right at Kazuya. "Kazu's feeling slightly sick, Taku, so he's back in his apartment. And this is... our cousin, Kazumi." Kazuya wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and die right now. But that wasn't going to be happening, not anytime soon. "Hiya Kazumi, Merry Christmas!" Taku exclaimed happily, as he grabbed Kazuya's arm and shook it, pumping her arm up and down so fast Kazuya thought it was going to fall off. "... Uh yeah, Merry Christmas..." Kazuya replied uncertainly, resisting the urge to palm her face. This, was messed up. But at least the day wasn't so bad... besides the fact Kazuya nearly keeled over from the pain of experiencing cramps from the you-know-what. Now (s)he knew what Kyoko went through every 28 days. It was complete hell. But since Kyoko was there, it wasn't that bad... Yeah. Right.

Collapsing onto her bed, Kazuya had complete sympathy for what Kyoko and every other female he knew had to go through... every day. It was not a barrel of laughs, that's for sure. Crawling into bed, Kazuya fell asleep immediately, it was too real to be a dream... or was it? Kazuya shot straight up in his bed, immediately pulling his shirt off. No boobs, no blood down there... ALLELUIA! He was back to normal; he was a guy once more, thank god! He was never so happy to have a flat, muscular chest, arms, and everything else that made him a guy, including the scars he had acquired. Kazuya flopped back down in bed once more. This was one dream he didn't want to repeat... and he was never going to eat another cookie, offered or not for a long, long, long time.

...

What the hell was that all about!?

(OOC: Word count without BB code and this OOC note, 1,155)

[Ryu Hayabusa]

Violence. Crack.

Violent crack.

Cookies.

Violent Crack Cookies.

And December.

...That's pretty much what those things were, weren't they?

...Probably.

Any ways, shockingly, Ryu wasn't alone on a holiday he didn't celebrate. Then again, he wasn't alone often any more. He had Mitsukai and Addie. Addie was a good kid.... Heh, kid. She was older than he was. Older than the both of them, but the way she behaved... You just couldn't easily see her that way. And Mitsu, well, Ryu had confused feelings about Mitsu. Hard and Easy to explain, sooo let's not even bother, shall we?

Any way, Addie was off doing something in the house, probably making dinner or fiddling with the decorations. Yeah. Decorations. Crazy woman. Neither Ryu nor Mitsukai celebrated Christmas. He was-- is-- a Manic Depressive Psycho of a Japanese Atheist. She...well, she hadn't really given Ryu a reason, but she didn't celebrate it. Addie on the other hand, was rather excited about the whole thing. Probably because she'd been living alone for who knows how long. At least she had been when her and Ryu met. So she was all 'no, let's do Christmas', and Ryu really couldn't disagree. It wasn't like he didn't have the means. Hell, he could chop down a tree in the back yard with his FIST. Oh, wait, no he couldn't... Damn arm. Still fucked up.

But he could still have taken an axe-- he definitely had a few of those-- to one of the trees in the back. He was strong enough without Shaolin Fist to pull that one off one handed. S'basically what he did, too. Went into the armory, found an eight foot tall evergreen tree, and started hacking at the base with his good arm. Went to a store, bought a base, bought a ladder, and gave the tall girl some money for decorations.

And so there Ryu and Mitsu sat on the large living room couch, a slight awkward silence about the situation. She said something about not feeling good after eating some tree shaped sugar cookies that were supposed to be part of the whole 'holiday' thing, and went upstairs. Ryu continued to sit there, staring at the fireplace some twelve feet ahead-- the one of two in the living room-- and absently grabbed one of said cookies off the table. He ate through a few, then grabbed the plate off the table. They didn't taste horrible, so he ate more.

He didn't know how many he'd eaten, but he soon found himself passed out on the couch. Well, not found, considering he wasn't really aware but... You get the idea.

Next thing he knew, he woke up right where he'd passed out and sat up. The fire was out, the lights were on, everything seemed normal... Except there was a bizarre tint to the lighting. Bathing everything in a reddish color... Odd, but whatever, tired eyes, maybe he'd draped his arm ove--... Arm? He glanced down at his right arm, and not only was it not in a cast, it wasn't his arm. It was thin and flawless, packed with slender muscles that barely disturbed the surface of his skin. That was his bracer, that was his bracelet, but that wasn't his arm.

What the FUCK was going on?

He sat up with some difficulty, and continued to stare at that arm. His left arm rose to scratch his head. His hair was the same, if a little smoother...But his nails. He barely had nails, didn't he? Nails typical of a male. Cut short and what not, right? The nails on the hand scratching his head felt like a womans. Bringing his arm down, his brow twitched and his eyes widened to find that he had TWO thin, feminine arms.

What the FUCK was going on?

Standing up, he almost lost balance and tripped over the red tinted table in front of the couch. He soon found the source of said balance issues, he had breasts!

WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON!?

A shocked scream rang through the huge house, in a voice that was decidedly not his before he started to calm down. He realized something. His arm wasn't in a cast. The pain he'd felt, the pain he'd dealt to himself had been real, and it suddenly vanishing, couldn't be real. This wasn't real. It was an illusion. ...Damn, what an arcane way of thinking, he realized. It was a dream. Had to be, right?

Glancing back down at his chest, a slender finger reached up and poked at it. He felt that... That was odd. Never had a dream where he felt things before.... Though it wasn't a normal feeling. ..Well, shit none of this was normal, but it...was like an absent sensation.

Touching his--...her?-- forearm, Ryu tested the feeling on a not new area. It was the same. It was as though temperature and pain didn't play into it. He prodded the skin of his arm harder with a sharp nail, leaving a mark in the skin. Nope. No pain...

DEFINITELY had to be a dream.... >_> Right?

Ryu walked about the house looking for two things.. well, three, but Addie and Mitsu were sort of the same category. The other thing was a fuckin' mirror. He had to see the extent of the damage this dream was trying to do to his sanity. It wasn't going to take much more to Sparta Kick his ass off THE CLIFFS OF INSANITY!

Walking, walking, walking. ...Where the fuck was Addie? Didn't she go to the ki- oh. Dick. Dream. Right.

...

Looking down, he reached the slender hands for his waist and pulled his pants and draws forward.


...

Fuckin' weird-ass shit.

He sighed to himself and continued in pursuit of a mirror. Walking the main hall, "...Wasn't there a mirror there?" His female voice said to nothingness, looking at a blank spot on the wall where an overly dramatized blank space existed on the wall, over-obviously pointing out that there HAD been a mirror there. Stopping short at the voice that echoed back to him, he shook his head and kept walking.

The hall seemed to take forever, as though a few hundred feet had become a few dozen miles. Ever looking for a mirror as the tinted shade of red that had pervaded the living room grew ever deeper and darker. As if descending into the pits of hell through a back-way tunnel covered with the blood of the fools who had dared to traverse it.

Wait, was that a skull? Ryu double took towards his left and the image was gone, only to be replaced by a horrendous inhuman scream that sent chills even up Ryu's spine. Chills he felt in the woman's body he found himself in, with the same absent sensation that everything had been giving him.

Over time, the hall seemed to close more and more. Ryu's head-- which he had yet to fully inspect-- whipped back and forth, looking at the walls that, almost as soon as he'd thought of it, had become sodden with oozing blood. The blood flowed from the ceiling to the floor, totally featureless except for patches of blank space in the perfect shape of various mirrors.

Hours it seemed he traversed the hall until it all abruptly ended in a sea of black, parted by a single, standalone door. Without a second thought, Ryu reached an unfamiliar hand to the knob and opened the door. He stood in the center of the room without having taken a step. To look around the room revealed all of the mirrors that had been missing from the hall. The tint of the lighting gone, the blood gone, the infinite darkness gone. Just perfect reflections bounced around the room. Perfect reflections of everything but Ryu's female form. In his place, was a perfect black silhouette. Each of the mirrors held this completely shadowed form until Ryu felt something wet against his leg and waist. "I'm...Bleeding?" The female voice sounded in the room as Ryu looked down, seeing the blood soaking down the pants.

Every one of the mirrors in the room simultaneously shattered and Ryu snapped awake on the couch, a light bead of sweat on his forehead, his right arm throbbing with a familiar dull pain. Sitting up after a second, Ryu looked down at the mostly finished plate of cookies and immediately flung the plate and cookies across the table and into the fireplace. The plate exploded and the fire roared green before settling back down. "Merry fuckin' Christmas...holy shit."

[Purr-Moi?!]

Christmas morning,

“Ullggggggg”
A zombiefied Eris got out of bed and yawned, feeling her head almost explode. She knew she shouldn’t have gone to that party but there was one good thing from drinking too much and eating those strange tasting cookies. Some unfortunate guy came with her to her house but he wouldn’t get steaming sex, nope. More tying you to a bed and then ripping your organs out.

“Well hello there”

Eh? Eris coughed and made a few noises. She suddenly had a deep voice and had the sudden urge to hump something.Weird..Maybe she was getting the flu~? Eris shrugged it off and went to her shower where you could hear her screaming miles away. Eris checked her body and saw..her lil Eris greeting her and she just tilted her head and frowned. Slowly the wheels in her head began to turn. SHE WAS A GUY!! Yes yes slow reaction but hey it’s morning. After checking herself out a couple of times she took a cold shower and got dressed. Eris or let’s say..Eron. stole the dead guys clothes and decided to head out and explore what she could do now she was a guy…a he!

“Mmnn now I can do that..”

Eron found that this was the perfect opportunity to explore his bi –sexuality on a very very different way, since now he was straight if he did any girls. It took a while to do his hair since it was being a damn bitch and he didn’t had the right products to get it just right. After all while he just swore and closed the door behind him. With his fancy sunglasses he started his car and would go to the city, looking for any girls to hit on and there we’re plenty! Not to sound arrogant or anything like that but Eris was hot as a guy and being naughty he quickly slipped up. How? Well he smacked a girl on the butt and got a punch in the face, normally Eris would hit back but being Eron he couldn’t. Damnit. With a red cheek he went into a club and as it became dark he just waited for people to come inside. He went to the bathroom and found difficulty going to the bathroom, since well ew. So he decided to go girly.
Eron also found out he could eat more than normal which was already a big thing and then he saw this gorgeous girl. Nice curves, plump lips and a naughty look on her face. Lil Eron grew and it made him grin. Finally she uhh he could do this girl. Eris wanted to drag her to bed earlier but she was straight. But now …he could do anything with her. It was easy to hit on her and being a girl the night before he knew the right words and before you know it they were in her room and I have to say, it didn’t went well the first minutes since..well having such an appendage for the first time..was getting used to! But it all went smooth and…damn.

PG-13

After the deed he got of her bed and said nothing. She wasn’t as good as he hoped and would simply go to the kitchen and get a big knife. Eron was the jealous type and anyone that got near her uhh his beauty was bound to die. With a cig in his hand ,he blew some smoke out and glared at her.

“Merry Christmas..bitch”
The bitch word made her wake up and before she could scream he planted the blade in her face. The strength he now possessed was far more than when he was a girl. He bashed into her skull and ripped the skin of her face of, laughing maniacally. After beheading her , he heard someone knocking on the door

“POLICE”

“WHAT?!”

BOOM!

Eris suddenly woke up and fell out of her bed. She bumped her head and rolled over the floor. She got up all groggy and looked around, sliding her hand between her legs . No appendages ..check…Piercing..check. YUP!!SHE WAS GIRL AGAIN. Thank god..she was worried for a sec the police got her. She took a cig out of her cigarette pack and lit on up, taking a seat on her blood soaked bed. She rubbed her forehead and sighed quite annoyed

“Memo to me….Kill santa.”


[1 minutes before midnight, yea bitch!][/blockquote][/size][/color]

[<DeVoN>]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the hou--

No.

................................................'Scuse me?

No. We are not doing this. Dan's Jewish, and I don't celebrate Christmas. Besides, this is an apartment, not a house.

B....But.... It's the monthly quest... And I'm out of ideas! How the hell else am I supposed to do this?!

I dunno. You're the master writer here, kid. You figure it out.

.........................

.........Gawdamnit.

HOKAYS, DO-OVER!!

---

Twas the night before Christmas, and no one in the apartment really gave a damn. Because they were friggin' SCROOGES.

...And Jewish.

...Yes. And Jewish.

In any case, Devon was laying down on the couch in the living room, reading a book when Dan came through the door, a tired smile on his face.

"Hey, Devon, I got something a little different this year..."

Devon lowered her book and looked up at her parental guardian, waiting for his explanation.

Alright, let me explain, here. While no one in the house reallycelebrated Christmas, they did enjoy many of the various Christmas treats that were sold in stores and bakeries. Every year, Dan would go out and buy some of them for them to snack on. Maybe a special chocolate cherry bread, or some candy. The nearby bakery usually had a special on specific ChristmasHOLIDAY-related goods that lasted a couple of days before Christmas. Problem was, this year, Dan had forgotten to go out and get some until Christmas Eve, when most of the good stuff was gone.

"...So... no chocolate cherry bread."

"...N...No..."

Devon went back to her book.

"B...But wait! I did manage to get these special cookies!"

He reached into the bag and took out a plastic container filled with some rather delicious-looking cookies. Before he could say a word more, Devon had snatched the container out of his hands and opened it up to examine the goods. They were crunchy and cooked a wonderful golden brown, with red frosting looking like a sort of super-thick, even glaze on the top, and were complete with tree-shaped green sprinkles. And oh, the smell they gave off... It smelt of fresh-baked, peppermint-y goodness.

"...Awesome."

She offered no thanks. He needed no thanks. Such things were always implied between them. With that, she split the cookies between the two of them and began to munch down hungrily on her share. Dan smiled at the sight of his content "daughter", and went back into his room with his share to continue his work.

The evening continued on as usual, with Devon finishing maybe four cookies before feeling a bit sleepy. She decided to go to bed early and save the rest of the cookies for the next day. After all, as delicious as they were fresh-baked, they were probably still going to be delicious in the morning.

---

The first thing that Devon felt that morning was grogginess. Complete and total grogginess. This was actually rather odd, considering the fact that she rarely had a good night's sleep as she did that night. None the less... she just felt very off. Maybe she was coming down with something. Also, her boxers felt a little bit tighter than usual. ...Weird. Ah, well.

In any case, she walked out of her room and out towards the front door. Yeah, she slept in her clothes from yesterday, so what? She'd wash up later. First thing's first, though. Right now, she definitely needed some air.

As she got outside into the cold air and started clomping down the stairs, she almost lost her balance for a moment. She blinked in slight surprise. Weird... her center of gravity felt all off. Something was definitely up. At least her pants were starting to loosen up a bit again. Weird... Why was that, she wondered? She shook her head a bit and continued down the stairs, relying on the railing a bit more than usual.

Today definitely felt off. Very off. And she couldn't, for the life of her, figure out why. Oh, well. Out for the day.

And what a day it was... The whole day seemed weird for her. She got hit on and brushed against by a couple of what she assumed were homosexual or bisexual guys, for one. It happened every once in a while, some guy thinking that she was just an emo, feminine male, but... I think that four in one day was rather pushing it. Devon made a personal note to not go out during Christmas, because Christmas cheer apparently brings out the horny bastard in everyone.

Also, for some reason, when she walked into the women's restroom at the park, she immediately got screamed at and chased out. What the fuck was up with that, though? Seriously, she knew she didn't dress all that feminine and shit, but did she really look that mannish today?

Fuck this shit, I'm going home.

And so she did, clomping back up the stairs and back into the apartment. What a fuckin' day... She was just going to go eat up, wash up, and rest for the rest of the day. Walking into the kitchen, she saw Dan, who seemed to freeze as he heard her come in. He turned around slowly, looking extremely nervous. Odd... he actually shaved properly. Not a hint of scruff on him.

"Ah... Devon... Erm... H...Hi..."

"Yo."

Devon walked over and sat at the table as Dan watched. She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly.

"...You're acting weird."

Dan looked as if he was about to say something, but... ........Wait a minute. His body looked..... a little off. Not really as lanky and awkward as he usually did. Looked as if he had a bit more flesh on his bones... in all the wrong places. Devon started to snap out of her grogginess a bit as she saw this. ...Naw. No way. Suddenly, Dan went to his knees and wrung his hands.

"I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THIS, DEVON! I honestly didn't know that the cookies would do this!"

Devon's eyes were wide open at this point as realization slowly started to pierce through her. The cookies...? And Dan sounded really weird. He never had a super-low voice, really, but he sounded... rather... feminine. She took another look at him, slowly.

"...Okay, so... the cookies... they changed your sex?"

"......Not just mine, I'm afraid..."

Her suspicions confirmed, she pulled on the waist of her pants and boxers, looking at the contents within.

"..............................

...............................................

..........................................................

..................................Huh."

...Well.

..............This explained a lot.

As Devon continued to stare at his new "addition", though, the oddest thing happened... it started to grow.

............................................Ohboy.

"Oh shit, oh shit... Damnit, stay down!"

He let go of the waistband of his pants, not wanting to watch. Afraid to watch. His pants were getting tighter and tighter, and he rushed into his room, not wanting anyone to see him like this. What the hell was this? Why wasn't it stopping? Growling frustratedly, Devon shoved his pants down and waited for it to go away.

But it didn't. To his everlasting horror, it kept getting bigger, and bigger. Soon, it reached across the room, towards his bed. Then, it reached the window. Then, it started wrapping all around the room, the head turning into that of a giant snake. It leapt towards Devon, attempting to swallow him whole, but he dodged to the side, reaching beside him and grabbing the Masamune. With a mighty roar, he surged forward and sliced the entire snake vertically down the middle.

He then went off to the Fiendlord's Keep and defeated Magus and his generals, thus breaking the spell cast upon him long ago, turning him back into a real boy!


..........Wait, what?

---

Devon shot up with a start, heart beating quicker than ever and sweat staining her sheets. After a moment of collecting herself, her hands cautiously reached down and pulled the waist of her pants forward, almost afraid to look.

...Whew...

A sigh escaped her lips as she collapsed back onto the bed, trying to decide what to do.

...The cookies. Those damn cookies...

She ran over to the living room couch, where the rest of her cookies still were, waiting for her... but they were gone! In a panic, she looked all over the house. What if Dan ate them all....?! Finally, she went outside, the sky barely lit with the first rays of morning sun. Smelling something odd, she followed her nose, to where Dan seemed to have started a trashcan fire.

"...Dan?"

He didn't face her. Didn't even answer her at first. He simply tossed another cookie into the fire, watching the flames rise and crackle for a moment before returning to normal. Finally, he spoke.

"...Had a dream. Turned into a woman. The bleeding... the bleeding was everywhere..."

Devon still couldn't see his face, but she felt his pain. She grabbed a cookie out of the open box lying at his feet and held it up to her face, speaking to it.

"Merry Christmas, fucker. Say hi to the bitch in Hell for me."

She threw it right at the trash can, almost knocking it over with the force she used. However, it kept standing, and she watched as the fire raged and consumed the demonic baked good.

"Hey, Dan. Next year, you're shopping for goods early."

"Yes, ma'am."

And that was the end of it.

[Quan Tian Meng]

Well it was Christmas. It was a great day for the world. Opening presents, staying inside the warm house, opening more presents. Yes it was the great commercialized holiday, seemingly the true meaning had been forgotten but that was a rant for a different time. But Christmas was a great time of the year, provided you had any money or a family. Quan happened to have neither. The second problem was the fact that everything was closed today. Eating? That might not happen too well. Well there was always breaking and entering. Yeah he would do that. The only problem was he’d have to find an old “mom and pop” style of store that didn’t have an alarm.

Well luckily he found one and as he smashed the window he hoped that there was no alarm. After a pause he jumped through the window. He moved quickly towards the food. He had to be out of here quick. As he ran past a cookie package, opened it and shoved a few cookies into his mouth. He took a few more steps before slowing down. He put his hands to his stomach and groaned. A step later he passed out.

A few hours later he woke up. He sat up yawning. As he looked around he realized that he was in the store that he had broke into. He grinned, good thing that he had picked the shop without an alarm and he had chosen to do this on Christmas. Now at least he wouldn’t be going to jail. He stood up and immediately noticed something was wrong. His balance was all off. He seemed, top heavy. His brows furrowed in confusion and he crossed his arms. However there was something on his chest, that seemed attached to him. SOMETHING ON HIS CHEST?!?!?! He put a hand around it and gave a slight squeeze. Those were breasts. That happened to be on him…

Why did he have breasts? He looked down. Yeah, he confirmed it. He had breasts. He wondered. Did that mean that he had a? And more importantly that he had lost his? He put his hand down on his groin area. He did not have his man member. And yes, yes he did have the whispering eye. But as he pressed down it felt as if something were wet. He put his hand in his pants and well there was definitely something wet down there. He wondered, did girls have problems holding their bladder? As he pulled his hands out of his pants he noticed that there was blood. Why was he bleeding? From his? Oh yeah. Women had their things and they bled right? As he was about to get that thing-

He woke up lying on the floor. Much like he thought he had in his dream? Was it really a dream?

After a moment he put his hand on his pants and felt, well yeah.

It was just a dream, “Ha ha. Merry Christmas huh?”

[seishounohana]

Christmas.

It was a season that many medical professionals envy, and there's a particular reason why: it doesn't exist for those in the medical field. There is only devotion to service, no selfish holidays to celebrate futile days to remember things such as death and religion.

... and even though Emily figured there was no escape for her today, and there was very little chance of her to celebrate Christmas with Drea as she had promised a week ago due to several surgeries scheduled for this very day, she had to make do of her time and work hard.

For now, there were only these cookies that she Franzie had brought for the two of them, Christmas cookies of some sort. Emily had never eaten Commercial-brand cookies considering that she had a fancy for cooking and baking things herself, but...

"Careful, Em. That packs a whallop, I hear."

"It's a cookie, Fran."

"I told you never to call me that, right?"

Emily chuckled. "Sorry." Emily picked up a cookie, placing one into her mouth and starting to eat one. Franz started to eat one as well.

Oh, god.

If they only knew of what was to come.

"Okay; back to work." Emily said, washing down the sugar in her mouth with some water. Workaholic as she was, it didn't take her much effort to realize that time had flown and she was now spending boxing day in Franz's apartment.

...

Wait. Franchesca's Apartment?!

Emily blinked, having lost the ability to look puzzled or a shocked.

Well, she did get off work at around two in the morning, and there would be no reason for her to be upset despite the mild discomfort she was feeling on her nether regions. Well, it was... a different feeling from having her period...

Emily's first instinct was to check the sheets for blood, but upon lifting it Emily's eyes opened wide. WHY does she have a penis?

Not to mention, where had her breasts gone?!

"Franz?" She, no, He called out, rather calmly in lieu of her loss of capacity for emotional expression, but Franz wasn't too far, and she heard him. As soon Franz entered, Emily blinked again and rubbed her eyes. Franz had turned into a guy as well! He... didn't look half bad either. In fact, he turned out to be quite attractive. Interesting, though weird to think of in a guy's point of view.

"Oh freakin' God, You too?" Frances said, "And you're pitching a tent too... What? So should I start callin' you Emil?"

Emily sighed, pulling herself out of bed. "I know that sometimes I've wished I was a guy instead, but this is ridiculous, Franchesca."

"It's Frances to you now. ... and, You think? You're a guy dressed in my freaking nightgown. Here, have some clothes. Bathroom to your left, as usual. I'mma go get us some breakfast."

Well, "Emil" ... didn't really sound too weird to her as a name, now did it?

Emil dragged his feet towards the bathroom, taking off his clothes and letting them dump in a careful pile by the clothes basket nearby. He made sure to lock the door, resisting the temptation to just do what guys usually did to get rid of the darned thing that was giving them the morning flag ceremony.

Well, he looked himself up in the mirror. Same scars, and in essence he really didn't look too different. He was just... a he.

Man, he needed a cold shower.

Letting the water run, Emily started to think as she had always done while she was on the shower. Though this time, those thoughts weren't very savory, at least for a girl inside a man's body...

"... Argh." She said before starting to chant to herself, "Stop thinking. Stop thinking."

...

"... Argh. That's sick. Get off my head!"

---

So, Emily was dealing with the manly thoughts of her own mind as it explored several female aquaintances that she had liked. Mitsuki, for one.

Emily just couldn't shut her mind up, can't she?

... then her mind wandered off to what Ryuu and "Unfettered" would look like as a female; his hand starting to wander do---

NO. AB-SO-LUTE-LY NOT. DOING. THAT.

But it was so... tempting...

Especially with those images on her head.

Maybe... just... a bit wouldn't hurt... right?

---

Emily finally opened her eyes, feeling slightly lightheaded after pulling herself up to sit almost immediately. Damn orthostatic hypotension! But... where was she? Emily looked around. Good, she was in her room.

She looked underneath her sheets.

Female? Of course, but that dream prompted Emily to quickly reach for the phone. First person to call? Franz.

"Hello? Franz? Yeah. I was wondering if you still had some of those cookies."

...
"Take them to the Safehouse. Have Elise prepare my chemistry set."

[Mitsukai]

Ah Christmas....What a perfect time of year for chaos and mayhem-

I mean merriment >.> .....

Yeah.....lets go with that...... <.<

Well it was Christmas eve tonight and for once little Mitsukai was not too gloomy about it. Why? Because now she was not living with her old family that had always seemed to fuck it up somehow. No this time she was actually going to celebrate it with someone she actually enjoyed spending time with, Ryu. It was kind of hard to believe that the two most unlikely of people to be joyous around the holidays would be doing any sort of celebrating but it was not their idea to begin with. No it was Addie's. Guess it was her way of livening things up she supposed, oh well nothing else to do then to roll with it and see what happened.

All in all it wasn't that bad she guessed. Well despite the awkwardness; but that was all too common amongst the pair. Why of course remained a mystery. After all they had been living together for awhile now shouldn't that have passed by now? Well whatever it was that was causing that it sure was damn annoying. -_-

During another one of those awkward pauses she got a tad hungry. Luckily for her there was a plate full of christmas cookies. They looked kind of tasty so she grabbed one and took a bite. Unfortunately for her it didn't taste right. Something about the damn thing made her stomach hurt and really bad too. Quietly excusing herself Mitsukai made her way back to her room to go and lie down. God she should not have touched that damn thing, her poor stomach was doing back flips now. With a light groan she curled up underneath the covers, shutting her eyes tight as she forced herself to ignore the pain and fall asleep. Hoping in the morning she'd recover from the food poisoning.

---Christmas Morning---

The loud annoying buzzing of Mitsukai's alarm clock forced her out of the black oblivion of sleep. With a soft growl she viciously beat the stupid contraption into silence and rolled over to go back to sleep....

Or at least she would have rolled over if something was not blocking her way....

What the fuck is that? she thought in confusion and annoyance. Last time she checked she had not left anything in her bed, sure she was sick last night and obviously did not look but like hell she would leave anything lying there.

She got out of bed and made her way over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. So much for five more minutes of rest. Stupid fucking alarm clock, if only she had not forgotten to turn it off last night.

It was when she just stepped through the bathroom door would she notice that something was not quite right. Her whole body felt strange, even the way she walked felt weird. What the - she lanced down and what she saw next made her scream. What the hell was that....that THING sticking out like that!?! A quick look in the mirror only made her scream louder.

Instead of a short long haired female Mitsukai found a slightly taller skinny boy staring back at her in the mirror. A BOY! She was a fucking boy! How the hell did that happen!?!

A shaky hand reached out to touch the being reflected in the mirrior as if to see if it was really real while the little thing studied her new form. Most of her hair was gone. No longer running down her back it only grew out to her ears, not too short and not too long for a boy. It was still soft to the touch and a bit messy seeing how she just got out of bed. She was taller now too, five inches taller in fact. About the same height as the average teenage girl, not nearly as tall as a boy should be but for her the height difference was noticeable enough.

The only thing that had not changed were her eyes, they remained as they always had. Gold and feral, the eyes of a wild cat though the emotion reflected in them now made her resemble a surprised and frightened kitten rather than a ferocious beast.

"Wha-what happened to me?" She asked the boy in the mirror in a shaky voice. Even her voice had changed, it was a bit deeper and more husky in tone. Oh god how could something like this even be possible?

Merry fucking Christmas... a familiar voiced purred in her mind. Looks like Santa left you an interesting gift last night.

Shut up Nami! Mitsukai snapped back, great first she woke up to discover this, this nightmare and now this! It was as if her alter ego was almost enjoying this whole scenario. It was disgusting!

What? I'm only saying that its interesting. she would say innocently, oh yeah that bitch was DEFINITELY enjoying this. Cheer up its not that bad.

Not that bad? Not that bad?! I AM A FUCKING BOY! HOW IS THAT NOT BAD!!!!

At least your not a bad looking boy, your still pretty cute. I am sure you'll have plenty of fangirls chasing you around now! Nami laughed hysterically Mitsukai hissed back at her clearly NOT amused but not that surprised. Obviously Nami did not find this troubling at all, maybe since she was simply an alter ego she probably viewed gender as not being that important of an issue. For her a body was simply a body, so long as she could have one to cause chaos whenever she pleased it did not matter if it was male or female.

Hey look on the bright side you still don't have to change your name. After all Mitsukai is gender neutral! she cackled again. God how the girl HATED her other side right now! Her focus shifted back onto her new reflection, a hand unconsciously going to her chest which was now completely flat. Tears were starting to form in her eyes as grief started to take over her. Sure there was somethings about being a girl that was bothersome, her size, the monthly cycle shit was damn annoying as hell. Heck even her former chest gave her a bit of unwanted attention from perverts before but now to suddenly be stripped of all that. It was like being stripped of her entire identity.....Was this how transgender people felt like when they saw themselves in the mirror everyday? That they were no longer themselves because of the way they looked?

Stop being such a drama queen Mitsukai-kun, its not the end of the world. You might not have anything on top but there is plenty below! Again Nami broke out into huge fits of laughter. She knew she was being really cruel about it but it was better to get Mitsukai into fits of rage rather then go all depressed as she seemed like she was going to do at any moment now.

"I SAID SHUT UP!" She screamed out loud, her voice echoing in the still quiet of the room.....

There.....that was a little better......

But what the fuck was she going to do? How long was she going to be stuck in this form? And how the hell was she going to go to the bathroom?

You do know your probably going to have to hold it if you need to go pee right?

You are REALLY not helping right now Nami. -_-

Okay, okay I am sorry for teasing you but how else was I suppose to help you get that thing to go down while you were having your little freak out? She let out a small hiss in annoyance. She had kind of forgotten about exactly how she found THAT when she realized what happened but sure enough. Though she was really ticked off by it nothing was sticking out awkwardly.

Okay so what to do now.... Nami pondered, now acting more serious and actually willing to help rather than harm. First off you need to get changed. The clothes you have on now are too small for you. It would probably be best if you can sneak into Ryu's room and borrow some of his clothes.

I can't do that.... she replied timidly.

Why the hell not? Nami snapped starting to lose a bit of her patience.

Because I can feel THAT every time I move.... she cried.

OH for the love of Satan woman I swear if you don't go out that door now and get changed I swear I will take over, break into the weapons room again and chop off that bastard's head with a bloody axe this time for good! she snapped back. The threat got the former girl moving at least. Much as she hated this new body she did not want to give that bitch in her head a chance to kill someone she was close to.

It didn't take long for Mitsukai to sneak into Ryu's bedroom. Opening the door without making a sound she would take a quick peek inside.

Strange....Ryu wasn't there....was he already up? His bed was made up already so it seemed likely. Hopefully he was in the training room or outside somewhere. There was no way in hell Mitsukai wanted him to see her like this. Without a moments hesitation Mitsukai raided his closest. Grabbing the nearest set of clothes she could and getting changed before Ryu showed up. The clothes were a bit big but at least they were better to move in and breathable.

Okay so now what genius? There was silence for a moment as Nami thought of what to do next.

Well nothing else to do but try and figure out how the hell you turned into a boy in the first place....Was there something unusual you did or saw last night? she asked, Mitsukai just shook her head.

Nothing that I can think of at the moment....maybe we should search downstairs for some clues? she suggested.

Sounds good enough to me.

Like that she was off again, keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of Addie or Ryu Mitsukai made her way downstairs, trying to retrace her steps to uncover some sort of clue that would explain how exactly she ended up as a boy.

It took her almost the entire day to search around. Hell it was a big damn house to begin with, even though she had been living here for months now Mitsukai had not ventured that far in this god forsaken mansion. What really surprised her though was there was no sign of Addie or Ryu anywhere in the place. That was weird....where could they have gone? Not like she wanted them to see her like this but wasn't it Christmas? Shouldn't they be staying home?

In the end Mitsukai wandered back into the living room, slumping into the armchair with a heavy sigh. Damn, nothing. It didn't seem like whatever the cause of this was going to fade away any time soon. Would she never return back to her original body?

Those golden eyes would fall on the plate of cookies still on the living room table and she would let out a small hiss in annoyance. Stupid fucking cookies, if she hadn't eaten one of those cursed things in the first place she could have stayed up a little longer as a girl......

Wait a second.................the cookies...............

You, you don't think it's because of those that...... her thought trailed off as it finally dawned on her. It was the last thing she touched before she woke up like this. Could it be that those things were actually magic or some bullshit like that? Naw they couldn't be.....but yet again if someone had asked her before today if she ever thought she would wake up one day as a boy she would have thought them insane as well. If eating one of them turned her into the opposite sex then what would happen if she ate another?

She leaned forward in her seat, a hand reaching out to grab one of the seemingly normal treats and took a bite. Instantly she could feel her stomach turn and her head spin she let out a groan in pain. Falling out of the chair and clutching her stomach in pain. Damn it was even more intense than it was the last time she ate one.

Not my best idea.... she thought before finally slipping into unconsciousness.

---The Real Christmas Morning---

The buzzing sound of her alarm clock practically made her jump out of bed in fright. Wait......didn't something like this happen already?

Oh shit am I still a- she thought recalling all that had happened before she found herself in bed. Pulling the blanket off of herself she looked down at herself. Her body, it was back to normal! Had it all been a dream?

Turning off the alarm she would check the date. December 25th. It was Christmas morning. So it HAD been a dream! She breathed a sigh of relief as she got out of bed. Her stomach feeling a lot better than before. Heh that was the last time she would ever eat another christmas cookie.

[narakunohana]

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Quan - 500
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