Worlds Collide

1st person gets a rose

The nurse fidgeted nervously as she waited to spot the Light Music Club Member, one hand gently clutching a rose whilst the other pulled at her choppy, uneven locks. It’s not hard to spot the girl, with her multi colored hair and her bright outfit. She moves quickly—but not too quickly as she would likely trip and fall. “M-Mioda-san…!” The nurse calls out, waiting for the other girl to pause, hearing her voice being called. “I…I’m sorry to interrupt you, but…but I got you this.” The nurse offers the rose to the girl, a nervous smile on her lips. 

"Is this a gift for Ibuki..?" The rocker girl whispered, faint blush on her cheeks. She hadn't really received any gifts before... Everyone thought Ibuki was some happy-go-lucky girl with tons of friends since she always acted like that, but in truth, she was lonely, crushingly so... because of that first impression, most people didn't bother getting close to her, and most of the people who did try eventually got pushed away cuz they couldn't handle some of her more outrageous aspects, or they found her annoying... 

Huh? Fukawa watched intently as the swimmer removed her jacket, not-so-subtly eying the strong slope of her shoulders. The scars were definitely visible…but Touko had seen those before; knew where they were from. Asahina was still beautiful, but… why had she taken off her jacket? And why was she blushing? Was it because he was naked? No doubt Aoi had thoughts running straight from the gutter and into her brain…

Ah, no; no! She’d told him before not to think like that anymore, hadn’t she? Asahina didn’t like it when Touko accused her of being a pervert in the past. Biting his lip with uncertainty, the author looked down to the carpet, trying a little harder to hide his skin.

"….Ch-chan. I’m still… Touko-chan…"

The pink, soft blush on his face deepened as Aoi began her questions, guilt rising slowly. How was he supposed to explain what this felt like without touching upon sexual topics? Was it possible? Would Aoi get mad?

"Um…! I… Uh… It feels…"

"'Sensitive'...? I don't-.. ..oh.. Oh!" Aoi's cheeks burned red at the implications therein, but not before she made a mental note. Touko-chan was still Touko-chan... even if it was a bit weird to call a boy that. In a moment of panic, she sprung out of bed to retrieve a pair of shorts for the writer, only to stumble and fall... right towards him. "Eek!" 

"…."

Slowly, Touko put down the clothes and began stripping, a feat that proved more difficult than previously imagined due to the clothing being far too small for his body now. He’d probably have to throw this uniform out once he changed back into a girl again.

Although he planned on trying to stay as quiet as possible, it was difficult not to make some strange noises as the too-tight articles came off - including the now-useless bra. Oh, that was strange… he really didn’t have a chest anymore. It was just smooth and flat… and not nearly as sensitive as it was before.

…Weird…

A strange blush worked over his features as Fukawa began to slide the last articles of clothing off - the skirt and underwear. For once, his scars were not the most interesting thing to be found in that particular region.

"He…heheheh…"

Was that big? For a boy? Touko had no idea; she’d never personally seen a real one before…

"O…oh! A-aoi-chan!"

Quickly, he hunched down and covered his exposed parts as best as he could - only with a single hand, though. The other, of course, had to cover the scars, more out of instinct than the desire to hide them from Asahina.

"W-well yeah, I don't think a.. a... you-know-what would fit very well in a pair of panties...! Like I said, you can use some of my shorts for underwear until you can get some clothes of your own! A-ah.." Her blush deepened a bit and she looked away. Partially out of a need to find something to do to distract herself, Aoi removed her red jacket, tossing it aside and leaving her in her white tanktop. Of course, more of her scars were revealed, but... Touko had seen all of her before, so she felt comfortable about it.

Touko wasn’t really sure how he felt about the name change, hurrying closely behind the athlete, walking strangely stiffly due to his awkward changes in anatomy. It wormed at his mind as he shuffled inside, palm sweating in the warmth of the girl’s hand, slightly grateful once she let go to sift through her closet. Did he…she… want to be a boy? To be called a boy?

"Um… u-underwear? I… uh…  gh-ghh…"

Now that she mentioned it, the underwear he had on certainly were tight. Maybe it would be easier to walk if he changed…

"I… If you want to offer m-me shorts to wear then I’m n-not going to argue against it…! Although… I d-don’t know if you’d like to have me w-wearing them w-with nothing underneath…"

It occured to Fukawa that he hadn’t gathered the nerve to check underneath his skirt to see what had appeared there yet - or even under his shirt, for that matter. He tentatively grabbed the clothing she held out.

Fukawa blushed softly from the kiss, slightly surprised that Aoi was even able to reach his cheek - she looked so much shorter now. Oh, and the hug… the hug felt as good as always. Warm, comforting… and her chest pressed up against his clothes like pillows. Very nice…

"…Eh?!"

Skirt?! Was he…?! Slowly, the author looked down, cheeks burning with a different emotion entirely. He was still… still wearing the sailor outfit. What a stupid anon- no, he was stupid for not realizing it earlier!!!

"Ehe…hehe… I…

…I’M S-STILL IN MY SKIRT?!?!!! …I look like some filthy perv who stole some girl’s sailor outfit!!!! I’m g-going to get arrested!!!!”

Touko clung closer to the girl, now partially trying to hide himself from any prying eyes in the vicinity.

"T-Touko-ch-kun, it's okay, relax..! I'm the only person around, and yes, my room is close." Aoi smiled and blushed a bit as the writer clung closer to her, and she reached up, patting his head. "Come on, let's get you changed!" At that, she slid her hands down along Touko's arms, taking his hand and walking down the hall. Not a minute later did she arrive to her room, opening the door and letting him flee inside before she followed, locking it just to be safe.

Fukawa had become… fairly used to Aoi’s hugs; at least, she didn’t flinch anymore as long as Asahina moved slowly enough. But now, she wasn’t even used to her her own body, and hugs just felt so different when you were taller, when your chest was flat and weird and-

Touko quashed bubbles of panic rising out of her (his?) throat, stuttering out a hurried question:

"Wh… w-what do I l-look like…?! Am I uglier..!? A-another alternate told me I’m b-better than I was b-b-before, so…!!!"

Aoi smiled, hoping that it'd help Touko feel better in some way. "You weren't even ugly in the first place! I don't care what body parts you have, you're still my Touko.." The swimmer tightened her hug a bit, pressing a kiss to the taller boy's cheek. She wasn't sure how to help with how the writer's body might have felt like, since she had always been a girl and had no idea what it was like to have a boy's 'parts', so all she could really do was try to calm Fukawa down; support him no matter what.

"T..Touko-cha-..kun..?" Aoi might have been confused for a moment upon first seeing the frail young man, but now that she had a good look at him, a part of her somehow knew... "Wh-what happened..?!" If she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe it. Was Fukawa really a boy now..?