bodyswappers

Having spent the majority of the day already with his boyfriend, Draven figured they could use a break from him and so he was on his war from the Angel’s and Demon’s bar downtown back to the campus of Starlight Academy. Just as he was about to enter the campus courtyard to take a shortcut to his dorm room, it began to rain and unknowing to Draven who was more focused on keeping his cigarette lite by shielding it with his hands, the sky had also become an eerie color. And not the type of normal eerie that rain typically brought but something a little more supernatural. Not being very successful in trying to save his cigarette from the sudden down pour, he gave an annoyed growl and tossed the now useless thing to the ground. That was when he noticed it however; the odd heavy feeling in his chest, that fact that his shirt felt tighter, that his jeans had also become tighter about the waist and butt and looser in the front. In confusion he glanced down only for his eyes to widen at the sight. Instead of the normally flat and toned chest he toted around, it now looked as though someone had tried to force two good sized melons under his shirt. Though, they were anything but fruit and that was made evident by what skin could now be seen through his soaked white wife beater.

“What the fuck?” He couldn’t help but go about feeling his new additions and sure enough they were indeed attached to his body. He had boobs….boobs and his voice! Oh what the hell had happened to his voice!? And that’s when another thing hit him and he reached a panicked hand down to feel for his junk…only to find that there was no junk to be felt for. Where the hell was his penis?! He couldn’t help but think as he began giving himself a pat down as though he had somehow misplaced it. Doing so, he had managed to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the glass of a nearby building just on the outskirts of the courtyard. Automatically the first thing to come to mind was ‘damn she’s hot’, only for it hit him that the reflection belonged to him. As he loomed closer to get a better look, it all seemed to come together and to catch up to him; he was girl. Even though it was impossible without major surgery, he was somehow a girl…and a really hot one at that he decided as he found himself staring at his now female mirror counterpart. Still standing at a solid 6’0’’, he made for a very leggy and nicely toned woman with the curves and bust to match that of a model’s. He didn’t know whether he should be freaking out or enjoying himself.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The two former girls stared at each other in terror, suddenly left flat chested but with slightly broader chests and shoulders, their skirts no longer housing familiar equipment as they stare at each other and scream in panic. Dorito's voice had dropped a few octaves and Cheetos had become somehow more gravelly and squeaky, harsher. The two were left in a state of panic as they started to rub their eyes and pinch each other and themselves, was this some sorta weird nightmare? some strange bizarre joke?

"What happened? Why are we like this?!"
"I... I dunno sis... bro.... sisbro... brosis... AAGH!"

Dorito stamped his feet angrily then looked at Cheeto, grabbing his hands tight and staring at him pleadingly.

"You gotta... you gotta lend me some clothes. The only pants I got are sweatpants, I can't be seen walking around in those..."

"Okay okay... We gotta get back to our dorm quick, c'mon lets run!"

Cheeto and Dorito, still holding hands, sprinted back towards their dorm to get changed, Dorito using her free hand to try to hold her miniskirt down as she ran while Cheeto held her free hand out like a yankee footballer, as though to shove obstacles out of their way as they fled in a panic.

****

Ian was walking down the halls and emerging out into the downpour dancing over the the courtyard. He had a strong love for the courtyard, though it normally revolved around bending benches into unusable shapes. As he walked out and looked around the people he noticed a lot of people panicking or talking frantically. He looked around at the confusion then lowered his head, as though to think it over. Wait why were there boobs?

Ian took off his bandanna to scratch his scruffy hair only to find it much longer, though still a horrible tangled mess, the rising crest at the front now falling down as long bangs as his hand traced over his face slowly. His cheeks were a lot softer and the sharp angles had smoothed out, his nose still dipped down a bit but it, too, had shrunk. His brow was softer and smoother and his lips felt fuller but still somewhat dry and cracked. That same hand traced down and he gave himself a testing squeeze of one of his new breasts. Felt nice... Wait, yep they're real. Sudden horror dawned on Ian as he quickly grabbed his crotch.

Critical system error.

"What the flaming camel ass of hell is going on?!"

Ian- Irene stamped her foot hard as she swore, suddenly also realizing how airy her boxers felt and how... unsupported her bosom felt. She snapped her fingers and spat out the words like she was ordering an attack dog;

"Up To Me! Self analysis!"

Up To Me looked quite different too, its own form much more feminine with distinct curves and breasts. It was rather shocking for Irene, but not as much as when she saw herself through the glassy eyes of her guardian spirit. Yep, Dude was now a lady. Ian swallowed hard and tried to remain calm, taking deep breaths and starting to pace on the spot her long coat flourishing slightly with each movement. Suddenly she realized her pants were hanging a little lower, her shirt was a little baggier. She was a little shorter and certainly slighter than she once was. With some more inventive cursing she quickly re-cinched up her belt and began to wander around, looking for what might be a familiar face as she fought to keep from screaming.

"This is some kind of bull right here..."

"They weren't predicting rain today..."

"I doubt your meteorologists predicted an early evening either."

Both Jacob and Lelei were standing just outside the entrance to the school building, watching the students file out after their classes had ended. Jacob walked a little farther out to get a better look at the strange sky that Lelei had indicated so casually. Jacon was torn between being concerned, and getting the students back inside; or playing the situation cool, and just assuming it was a one-time thing caused by some spell that the faculty was putting on. It had happened before. Maybe there was a celebration that he forgot to read about.

The idea of a celebration was quickly cut short when the light misting turned into a heavy, then back into nothing again. It was like the clouds were just dumping a bucket over the railings and nothing more, leaving everything soaked but warm in the returned sunlight.

"Well, this is odd."

Lelei stepped toward Jacob, looking <a href='http://s20.postimg.org/qc8v2y8vx/08846d9e154862b4bea7e6f476efa75c.jpg' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>a lot different</a> Lelei was still the hulking shark person she had been before, but slimmer with more prounounced head fins. There was NO doubt that a change had occurred because Lelei had forgone a shirt, previously having been exercising in the yard, and was standing topless in nothing but ill-fitting exercise pants. Lelei was intimidatingly sexy as she had lost none of her height nor her muscle definition. Only now a pair of large breasts hung at everyone else's eye level as Lelei did absolutely nothing to cover herself.

Jacob could not respond immediately because she was having trouble breathing. Jacob's change had turned into <a href='http://s20.postimg.org/dwc597fjx/sample_c8f35e366cb6eea1f21de7b1f081b493_jpeg_115.jpg' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>a leggy lady</a> with much longer hair and pouty lips. Now normally, Jacob wore his clothes kind of tight to emphasize his physique. With the change, her clothes became looser in most areas, except the chest. Now her new breasts were crammed into her shirt and vest. She had to undo her vest completely and unbutton some of her shirt in order to make the room necessary to breathe.

"*GASP*Oh god. Oh god. Five seconds into being a woman and I already hate my chest."

"So you noticed too, huh?"

"Yeah. It's difficult not to notice the growing weight on my chest and WOAH! Put those away, you're going to poke someone's eye out."

It took a second for Lelei to notice that Jacob(Jacqueline) was talking about Lelei's new large, perky breasts. Looking down at herself, Lelei simply shrugged and continued to not cover herself.

"I think we have more important matters to attend to, in regards to the students."

Looking out over the courtyard, they both saw the confusion the sudden re-assignment had caused among the students. It was a strange mix of panic and fascination, and Jacob was sure he saw a few students scamper off to check themselves out and no doubt experiment. As fun as that seemed, he could not allow that to happen lest a boy-turned-girl got knocked up and GOD FORBID it somehow carried back over when they turned back.

"Attention! Attention!"

Jacqueline's new voice, feminine with a lusty mature air about it, lacked the volume and pitch necessary to get everyone's attention.

"LISTEN UP! LINE UP HERE NOW!"

Lelei, however, was as commanding as ever. But instead of a muscle-bound bruiser, sounded like an Amazonian giantess.

<div align=center>"Alright y'all, git back to tha locker rooms. Class dismissed."

At the sight of incoming rain, Mr. Bradshaw, or as he preferred to be referred to as, Leeroy; had cut class short and dismissed his late-day students earlier than usual. Granted, class was almost over anyway. But at least he wasn't holding them hostage when they really had nothing left to do. Besides, this gave him time to clean up the courtyard. Apparently kids couldn't handle running laps around the property without picking every flower within arm's reach. With a sigh Leeroy picked up ripped-up roses, trampled tulips, and decimated daffodils in a rather pathetic looking bouquet. Shame too, they would have looked lovely given to someone had they not been destroyed by unstable schoolchildren. With a tug of his meaty hand Leeroy pulled down his had to shield himself from the rain. But no sooner than it started it ended, which prompted him to look up in confusion. That's when he also noticed the sky was the oddest shade of purple.

"What in the Sam Hill is goin on..?"

But just as he questioned, he shrugged his shoulders, before looking to his hands which... Were... Feminine?

His former deep baritone voice was replaced with a more Mezzo-Soprano range as he gasped in response. On instinct his hands drew to his mouth to only realize that his once glorious beard (or at least in his mind it was) was gone. Like, completely missing. With now shaky hands he rubbed his cheeks which were smooth and shaped more supplely than the rugged built it had before. He looked at the rest of his body, the western attire
he had worn previously now draped fetchingly over a less muscular yet still firmly built body of a twenty nine year old woman- boobs, butt, and all.

"Lawdhammercy..." He-or she- whined, tugging on the brim of his cowboy hat that was now perched on top of wavy chocolate colored hair that reached past his formerly broad chest. This couldn't get any worse, could it? Well, of course it did. Before the young miss could even properly calm himself down to handle the situation, a puff of dark grey smoke had enveloped his body for a few brief seconds. Gagging daintily, Leeroy removed her hat to fan away the assembled fog to reveal that she indeed had taken on a whole new look- complete with high heeled cowboy boots, a tied up flannel short that revealed way to much, and a cute pair of daisy dukes that rode way too far up north for comfort. Not like he had anything there anymore, anyway.

She squeaked before covering her chest in a fold of her arms, looking around frantically to find just who caused this. Lo and behold, on top of the fountain, a figure appeared in an equally similar grey cloud of smoke, laughing hysterically. While this day had gone sour for the poor gym teacher, Loralei, or as he was now known as Lloyd, had found this to be all too amusing.

The grey skinned young man looked like one of those scene boys- his fog-colored skin matched a more 'flippy' black haircut that was brushed gently out of cyan eyes with a flick of his fingers. He didn't look overly masculine as he was rather slender and cat-like, but it was clear through an absence of feminine attributes and a harder jawline that he was indeed a male. But it wasn't like Loralei/Lloyd minded. When he had first experienced the change, he responded with a brief 'rad' and carried on with his day. Hell, if he wanted to he could probably change himself back. But when else did he actually get to wear the clothes he had bought that were better tailored for the opposite gender? To him, this was a golden opportunity. And he was loving every second of it.

It only took one phrase for him to be chased after the female gym teacher, who had come to believe that the djinn was the cause of this. "You mad?" And with that, Leeroy was running after him, yelling something about a detention and that this wasn't funny (but it was, I mean three minutes in and already Leeroy could run on heels like a pro). Before she could catch him however the gym teacher stopped dead in her tracks, allowing the genie to get away. Well, apparently she wasn't the only one, as it seemed many others had fallen under the spell and- Hey, was that Jacob?

****

Sitting on his bed, Jericho rested with a chord book in his lap, flipping through it lazily as if to try to learn new songs both to play and to sing. But it wasn't going quite as planned. He was presented a challenge by a local coffee shop to attract customers by playing for them as they ate. A quick buck or two was something he always needed, so naturally he took up the offer to do so. But they wanted Beyoncé. Why did they want Beyoncé? Hell if he knew. But looking through the book it almost seemed impossible. He couldn't hit those vocal ranges even with how rather versatile he was with this sort of thing. He ran a hand through his hair, trying over and over again to hit those notes.

"Yadda yadda halo, you know you're my saving grace..." He sang unenthusiastically, his normally sweet voice a bit depressed. Sighing, he kept trying over a select lyric. "Halo, halo, h-" But in the middle of his singing, his voice experienced an awful crack. He drew his hands over his throat, his expression mortified. "The hell?" He muttered, only to be met in even more horror with the fact that his masculine voice had taken on a more sultry tone. He scrambled to his feet, panicking as he thought he was losing his voice. Oh no, this can't be happening I... But as this ran through his mind, his eyes traced to the floor length mirror to his side. And that's when he lost it.

The lyric book dropped to the floor as he stated wide eyed and open mouthed to his reflection, unable to believe it was his. Staring back at him was not a sculpted Nephilim but a busty young lass-of-a-fallen-angel. The rusty colored hair that had once been styled into a messy faux hawk had hung straight down, but was being pulled at by the roots by the very stressed out young lady. Even his wings weren't safe- the once formidable appendages were now more streamlined and aesthetic than they were before. This... This wasn't right!

He cradled his inflated chest in his arms, which was rapidly pulsing in his staggered breaths. Oh god, what was Ettein going to think? His mind traced to his roommate in fear, terrified at his reaction to this... No. She wasn't going to let him see him as a girl. She would get this fixed, go back to normal, and get this all cleared up before he came back to their dorm.

But perhaps that was going to come sooner rather than later.

As soon as he heard footsteps from down the hallway, Jericho went into a frenzy. Shit! That could be him. What was he going to do? It took him all of three seconds to notice an open window, his only method of escape. Without a second thought the lofty teen leaped out of it, expecting to have to take off to make her escape. But in her frantic mindset she had completely forgotten one thing about her dorm- that it was on the first floor.

So naturally the ill-prepared Nephilim tripped out, stumbling into the bushes ungracefully and bouncing to land her face on the pavement of the courtyard. She slid before flopping to the side, wings just as disarray as her current state of mind. In a single groan, she muttered one thing-

"Shhhhhit..."

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<s>Ekaterina Dmitrievna Kalinina</s> Viktor Dmitrievich Kalinina (with Wong Ha Jung and <s>Itou Hayato</s> Itou Jun)

Someday, Ekaterina thought, somebody's going to push Itou too far. The scary part was that they wouldn't even know that they were doing it until the second that it happened. The Russian herself found it hard to tell the difference between one of his rants and one of his, um. Corrective interjections. Yeah. That seemed like a decent way of putting it.

Just listening to how he was talking to Wong right then, Ekaterina guessed that this was probably a rant. Actually, she was pretty certain that it was. He was going on about the ridiculous misconceptions that his students had about the Japanese language, why they were ridiculous, and how even the Celestial Empire -wait, what?- would have educated children to know better. It was pretty coldly executed, almost in a monotone, but he also wasn't letting Wong get in a single word. Usually, the doctor found, Itou only said the bare minimum and left it at that.

She did feel pretty sorry for Wong, who was just smiling and nodding at everything the other teacher was saying, looking kind of stressed out by the entire thing. But she was also really glad that she didn't know any Japanese herself because this was not a lecture that she wanted aimed at her. If this had been any other person, Ekaterina might have told them that they were distressing people. But this was Itou, and if he wasn't going to glare at her in disapproval, then he was going to bitch. It might not have seemed like it, but Itou was really good at bitching.

So Ekaterina was kind of glad when something strange happened to break up the completely one sided debate. She was less thrilled about the sudden rain shower. Even with all of her layers of clothing, the water still managed to seep through to her skin. And then, as she heard the cries of surprise and horror echoing throughout the courtyard, she became even less thrilled to realize that she felt different.

There was a vaguely familiar squeak from behind her, and the doctor really did not want turn and see what had happened to Wong. Because it was one thing to see a bunch of unfamiliar students stumbling around in confusion -she was sure, absolutely certain, that some of those girls had been boys and some of those boys had been girls just moments before- but it was a whole different issue to see somebody that she knew in that state. Looking around her, however, Ekaterina was suddenly immensely grateful for the fact that she was required by necessity to wear such conservative clothing.

Reluctantly, at the sound of strangely accented Japanese, the doctor turned around to look at her colleagues. She did a double take and then, before she could help herself, burst out laughing. Disturbingly, the voice that came out of her throat was unexpectedly deep and distinctly masculine. Damn it. It still did not detract from the hilarity of the situation in any way.

"Kalinina, kindly cease." Even as a woman, Itou still had that icy sounding voice, only in a higher pitch. He, um. She hadn't changed too much. Her hair was longer and at chest length now but that was the most visible change. There was still that severe, pale look, it was just that some of the sharpness had softened out. There were some obvious feminine curves present now, too, but they weren't too distinct. Being one of the few people who had access to Itou's medical records, the doctor knew full well that she just wasn't healthy enough to support much mass. Itou as a man wasn't much more than a stick either. Still, with that uniform on, it looked like it would be pretty uncomfortable in the chest area. Since Itou seemed determine just to cross her arms at her stomach and glare at the sky, though, the doctor didn't see any reason to say anything about it.

Wong, though. Looking at Wong, the Russian felt a little jealous before immediately feeling bad for it. While Itou just looked slightly murderous, Wong had this expression of mixed embarrassment, terror, and confusion. The counselor had kind of folded in on herself, hugging her body tightly and half hiding her face behind her hair. It was kind of hard to get a good look at her but from what the doctor could see... Damn it.

Curiously, the doctor took out a compact mirror and peered into it. The person staring back looked a lot like Ekaterina but with a broader face and skin that seemed slightly stretched. The hair was still the same and as messy as ever but there was just something indescribable that had changed. It was more boyish, basically. As for the other things, well. They were pretty clearly felt -the absence of breasts, the presence of more bulk and other things. The doctor didn't really feel a need to do a more thorough check when it was already pretty obvious what had happened.

Damn it, Viktor thought for the third time that day. He offered the compact to Itou, who took it and grimaced at what she saw. Really, the doctor should have been more surprised to see the teacher pull a folding knife out of her boot but it just seemed so... So much like something that Itou would do, actually. As the woman began chopping off her hair, Viktor turned back to Wong.

"Are you all right?" he asked her, blinking at how unfamiliar his voice was now. Unless somebody came up with a cure for this sometime soon, he would just have to get used to it.

Wong looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. "Um, um. S-sorry, I think?" Her voice had gone pretty high and sounded very girly. "I'm just not -I mean, this. Ah-" She was bright pink in the face, too, and noticeably trembling.

"I think most of us look pretty silly right now," Viktor told her, trying to be reassuring. "It's no reason to be embarrassed. Some student was probably pulling a prank. It probably isn't permanent." Well, he hoped not, anyways. Personally, he didn't have any problem with being a man. Yet. But if this was permanent, there were going to be plenty of people who were going to be developing some serious issues. Like Wong, maybe. Oh dear. Now that would be a disaster, seeing as Wong was one of the most active counselors at the Academy, to the point where Viktor doubted that the others even existed, actually.

Wong gave a small nod, glassy eyed. "Y-yeah..." She sniffed and Viktor looked at her in alarm, really hoping that she wasn't going to cry. He never had any idea how to deal with people who did.

So Viktor just awkwardly patted the counselor on the shoulder, saying, "You'll be fine," before taking her by the upper arms and forcing her to stop hunching over herself. Just as the Russian had thought, Wong made for a pretty woman, with waist length hair and a noticeable figure. In fact, Wong was probably at least three times prettier than Ekaterina had ever been, a fact that Viktor found... kind of sad but understandable. The Chinese woman was still hugging herself, arms crossed in front of her now decently sized chest.

There was no way that Wong wasn't feeling even a little short of breath so Viktor pulled her arms apart, ignoring her squeak of protest. "You're wearing a jacket so nobody will notice all that much," he explained as he undid the top buttons on her shirt. He wasn't really thinking too much about what it might have looked like to people around them. He was just doing it because Wong looked uncomfortable it seemed like it would be faster if Viktor just did it himself. His gloves were still secure on his hands, so there was little chance of some horrible disease getting out of his control.

"Kalinina," Itou said, sounding uncharacteristically exasperated and causing Viktor to look at her. She had finished cropping her hair to shoulder length and the knife was now nowhere to be seen. "Do you even know what you're doing right now?"

Viktor thought for a moment, hands still on Wong's clothes. "Yes," he said blankly, indicating that no, he had no idea at all.

And he didn't get a chance to think much more about it either, because at that moment, he heard a loud, female voice calling everybody together. As Viktor was distracted by that -isn't that Lelei? And Jacob?- Wong shuffled away from him, going right back to hugging herself again.

Itou glared at the doctor, who looked back at her a little cluelessly. "I'm leaving," she announced.

"I think we should go over there," the counselor spoke up, very timidly, waving at the crowd that was gathering. She cowered as Itou turned the glare onto her.

"I'm leaving," the Japanese woman said again, in a tone that brokered no argument.

Viktor just shrugged to himself as Itou withdrew from the scene. Personally, he wanted to know what was happening. "Are you coming?" he asked Wong.

She looked at the people amassing around them and ducked her head in embarrassment. "Yes."

Lydia hadn’t even noticed the ominous purple sky as she was busy taking care of the horses in the stable. All she knew was that when she stepped out of the stable and lifted a hand to scratch her nose, something didn’t seem right. At that angle, her arm should have slightly grazed her chest. She looked down, and discovered her boobs were gone. She lifted her hands, and realized her hair was suddenly short and scruffy. She shifted her legs a little to see if she could get a feel of…well…you know.

“When did I suddenly turn myself into a guy…?” Lydia murmured to herself. As a shapeshifter, her reaction to the suddenly body swap was hardly as horrified as it would be for other people. If anything, she was just left mildly puzzled. Well, whatever, she could just shift herself right back and…

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Lydia suddenly heard a scream and whirled around to see…well, she thought it was that girl Briallen she had seen around the sports field a few times, but…it was a boy?

“No no no no no no no…” Briallen repeated to herself over and over as she peered into her sports bra to find a completely flat chest. And one look down at her little spandex shorts was enough to give her a heart attack.

Lydia looked around to see students and teachers alike behaving similarly. She understood the situation then. She didn’t just transform herself by mistake--this genderswapping was happening to everyone. Which meant…if she just changed herself back to ‘Lydia’ while everyone else was genderswapped, she would draw a lot of suspicion to herself. If she didn’t want to give up her identity as a shapeshifter, then she was going to have to stay a guy.

“Oh dear…” Lydia said to herself with a sigh. While she had the ability to change between male and female bodies, she didn’t exactly make it a habit of being a man. She much preferred being a girl, so she, er, he? did feel a little strange with the switch…but not nearly as much as everyone else, obviously.

“Fucking fuck fuuuuuck…” Briallen, for example, was definitely not taking it well. Lydia rushed over to try and calm him down.

“Ms. Sinclair, where did our tits go?!” Briallen yelped as he saw the teacher approach.

“Probably someone playing an elaborate practical joke,” Lydia replied with a boyish chuckle. Oh, that felt weird—he was so used to the little girlish giggles.

“This is going to go away right? I’ve got a lesbian girlfriend who is not going to appreciate me having a penis!” Briallen growled as she glanced down at his body with a cringe. Oh god, he had never regretted wearing spandex more than he did at that moment…ugh he had a gross masculine muscly body and…thebulge. He had a bulge. Briallen was so disgusted with himself he could barely stand it.

“Aha…I’m sure it will. Don’t worry,” Lydia replied, even if he really had no idea.

It was then that the two overheard the scream for everyone to line up and hurried over.

“I would kill for a pair of fucking pants right about now…” Briallen muttered to himself, thoroughly embarrassed as he covered his crotch with his hands. At least other than Ms…Mr…whatever Sinclair, he didn’t really recognize anyone he was particularly familiar with…at least not yet.

Lydia, on the other hand, had to keep from staring at her fellow staff members…especially Leeroy and Wong. Wong was the fellow staff member she was most familiar with, and Leeroy…well, Leeroy was the staff member she just stared at a lot.

…They made surprisingly pretty girls. Especially Wong and his pretty hair.

Do I make a cute boy? he was suddenly curious. He hadn’t actually been able to get a look at himself yet. All he knew was his red hair was short and shaggy and his body was sort of thin and lanky. Ohh, he probably still had his freckles too! How cute!

Oh, wait, he was supposed to be acting distressed about the body swap. Right. However, since he probably was one of the few who could stay relatively calm in this situation, he figured he should help try to calm everyone else down.

“Alright, guys! I know this is crazy, but I’m sure it’s a temporary thing!” He called out as he joined Lelei and…Jacob? Jacqueline? Ah, this gender swapping was going to get confusing…

“Crazy stuff like this happens on Manta Carlos every once in a while—and it’s always temporary! We can’t start panicking and going crazy, alright?”

<div align=center>Something wasn't right. Something was completely out of the ordinary and Levi couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He grimaced at the little shower of rain, hunching his shoulders and covering his head with his arms to stop his hair from getting wet. Strange. It stopped. He held a hand out, glancing up the sky, and then around at everyone else... Everyone... Else... A strange feeling washed over him, and all of a sudden he felt a little... Empty. His hands moved to his chest... Then to the waistband of his pants to pull it away from his body. After a quick check, he'd confirmed... "What the hell!?"

He - or rather she - glanced around hurriedly at everyone else to see more or less the same reactions. He was puzzled for a moment, before... "But I like being a boy!" He hunched his shoulders and frowned, tail arching up behind him in manner that suggested he wasn't very happy. Would this wear off? He hoped so? A thought crossed his mind, maybe I can make the most of this... Perhaps in this form cute boys would finally appreciate him. Great! The frown on the incubus' - or rather succubus' - face switched to a wide, mischievous smile.</div>

That strange purple sky seemed awfully familiar to Torix, but he could not quite place his finger on why. He had looked out at the sky over and over throughout the day, but he just could not remember. So, he didn’t worry too much about it—it must not have been important if he couldn’t remember, right?

Well, turns out it was pretty important. As Torix wandered down the hallway clutching a couple of folders to his chest, he suddenly came to realize that the folders seemed farther from his body than they should have been…

“Oh, this again?” Torix said to himself—now herself—as she pressed a hand against her new and rather large rack. Ah, yes, this is why the purple sky seemed familiar. She was nonchalant with the change because it had happened on Manta Carlos Island before. It was a long time ago—Torix couldn’t even remember how long. Either way, it had happened before and just as it happened out of nowhere, it eventually disappeared too.

So, Torix wasn’t too worried about it herself—although he did worry for everyone else. Most of them had probably experienced nothing like this before, so…she expected chaos to ensue.

And speaking of chaos, she heard the sound of glass crashing and a girlish scream come from a nearby classroom. She poked her head in to see a familiar student—albeit in a very different body.

“Ah, I see it happened to you too, Ashton.” Torix had never had Ashton in a class, but seeing as Ashton has been a student since he was in kindergarten and Torix had been a teacher there for even longer—the two had plenty of opportunities to bump into each other.

In his panic, Ashton had dropped a flask as soon as he realized something rather off about his body. He—or now she—was staring down her shirt at the modest pair of breast that should not have been there. When she heard Torix, she quickly covered her chest. Meanwhile Kerberos was running around the lab yapping like crazy.

“M-Mr. Torix?! What is going on?!”

“Hey! I’ve told you not to call me ‘Mr.’ Also I’m technically a ‘Miss’ at the moment…” Torix shrugged.

“Why are we women?!”

“Ah yes, that. Well, I’ve experienced this before. Eventually it will go away.”

“Eventually?!

“I think you should just try to enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Enjoy?!”

Torix laughed. “Ahh, you’re so uptight. You should at least try taking a look at your naked body once, okay? It’s life-changing, I swear.”

Ashton was at a loss for words at that point. She just stared at Torix with wide eyes. At some point, Kerberos had bounded close enough to Ashton that she swiftly caught the little hellhound in her arms and realized…

“Even Kerberos changed genders! Oh my god…I-I’m going back to my room and staying there until this is over.” Clutching Kerberos to her chest, Ashton quickly rushed past Torix and dashed off toward the dormitories.

Torix just shrugged and pulled her shirt open to get a good look at her boobs. Ashton had no idea what he was missing out on! A permanent gender change would be pretty devastating—but a temporary one was really pretty fun!

When Ashton reached the dormitories, she heard a loud ‘thud’ right before he could get inside. Tentatively, he glanced around the corner to see Jericho’s ungraceful landing.

“O-oh shit! Are you okay?!” Ashton asked as she quickly rushed over. She put Kerberos down as she kneeled beside the Nephilim, and the little hellhound ran circles around them as Ashton tried to see if the other was injured.