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veridium · 6 years

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The distance between them has grown, and now Lady Inquisitor Treveyan and Lady Ambassador Montilyet must find a way to move forward somehow in their lives. The Inquisitor comes to terms with aspects of her life and the life of the woman she’s falling for - and how everything seems to fall out of place. A return to Skyhold after a hard-earned victory in Emprise du Lion awaits her with the difficult answers she seeks.

The camp was bursting at the seams with laughter and relief, feelings that were all-too-rare in such settings. It was the day of all days: they had captured Suledin Keep, for good. The arduous advancement had brought them to the epicenter, wherein Theia, Cassandra, Dorian, and The Iron Bull battled with the self-proclaimed “Choice Spirit” once and for all. While the Inquisitor had concerns over her shape and ability to be as good as she was before her injury, her success in the battle proved to her that she was inches away from a complete recovery.

Wine jugs and sacks were passed around to encourage the merriment of all. Not too much, to ensure that guard could be maintained. But, for the Inquisitor and her allies, the wine was as therapeutic as it was recreational. Everyone had bandages and scrapes to tend to, and perhaps one night where they could pretend they were the Kings and Queens of the Maker-forsaken winter wasteland they found themselves in could be just as healing as herbs and cloth bandages.

The keep was not outfitted enough to be worthy of such a celebration – surely the grandeur of a snow-filled camp of hide tents and wooden tables would more than suffice.

“Boss, you really had him there with that…ice…thing you did. It was fantastic!” The Iron Bull roared, patting her on the back, so much so it pushed the breath out of her lungs and made her choke in recovery. This was not an uncommon phenomena when the Bull was feeling congratulatory.

“Bull, you have the best way with words!” Theia chimed back, always trying to be a good sport.

“Ahaha! You’re damn right! If only Krem were to come to his senses!” off in the not-too-distant scape, you could see Krem shake his head as he tended to cleaning his armor, surrounded by most of the Chargers.

Theia chuckled and took another sip of wine from her humble cup. She was not planning on getting too intoxicated that night. Tomorrow morning was move-in for the Keep, as well as outfitting Valeska’s watch. Blackwall returned to Skyhold two days prior, having been fielding Darkspawn and Templar skirmishes in her absence.

Somewhere, hopefully near, Dorian was recounting some of the newer troops with the latest and most dramatic news from the front. A battle with a 3-in-1 demon sounded like the final battle with Corypheus if you were to listen to Dorian Pavus go on and on about it. The romances of battle were amiable only to a certain extent for Theia, especially when the said battle was within the previous 48-hour period.

Theia’s eyes perked up as she saw a certain personnel walk past, and she turned her head to flag them down.

“Messenger! Are you sure there’s no more correspondences from Skyhold?” she said, feeling futile but at the same time, harboring a raw strand of reckless hope that perhaps something was being kept from her that would make this night all the more sweet.

The scout turned and nodded her head quickly. “No, ser, not since midday. We have sent all the necessary dispatches about the events of the day already.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry I’m such a nervous wreck,” Theia humored, before turning back to the fire and gazing at it with indifference.

From her right side, also utilizing the campfire for light as she cleaned her sword, Cassandra noticed the Inquisitor’s behavior. “Leliana warned me in passing before we left that something transpired between you and Lady Montilyet. Is this why you keep hounding the Messengers like you’re expecting the worst news of your life?”

Cassandra’s words spoke life to the subliminal anxieties Theia had managed to suppress well enough to capture a keep from the clutches of a demon and liberate villagers from oppressive murder in the Sarhnia Quarry. All in a day’s work for a jilted lover who happened to be Lady Inquisitor.

“Not at all, Seeker, I was simply inquiring as to if we had a note from the person I’m playing a chain mail round of Wicked Grace with. Surprise, it’s Varric,” she gave a front of pure, unadulterated sarcasm.

Cassandra smirked under her breath. “Inquisitor, even I know you do not have the patience for such hobbies.”

“You never know, I am a woman of many wonders.”

“Yes, and many habits.”

Theia eyed her friend and comrade from the side, lowering her posture and resting her elbows on her thighs. “We had a disagreement. It is hardly the end of the wo—you know what, nevermind.”

As the Seeker sheathed her now sterling and clean weapon, she placed it to the side of her and put her attention fully on the Inquisitor. “Well, whatever has happened, I wish you the best of luck. You have remained steadfast and focused even with all that is in your mind’s eye. Your dedication is appreciated, as you can see,” she motioned towards the small clusters of troops and scouts who finally had a night to bask in the accomplishments of their work.

“If anything happens, you know where to find me,” Cassandra said, standing up, still in all her armor and ready for anything. Theia nodded at her simply, and she was off. Did the Seeker ever enjoy a late night of casualty? The world may never know.

That left the Inquisitor surrounded by many, but lonely all the same. It wasn’t that her people always left her feeling that way – it was the circumstances of her departure from Skyhold, and who specifically she left behind on less-than-stellar grounds, that left a hole in her chest. It had gotten to the point where the first person she wanted to tell the down and dirty details of the day, just so happened to be the person farthest away from reach. And now, that person was probably scorned beyond affection.

Theia gazed up at the stars and wondered just how much longer it would be before love would stop driving her wild. When she was a child, the adults made marriage and bonds look so professional, like a transaction. Then, when the truth of everyone’s socially-accepted infidelity came to light, then it was a polarity between feeling nothing and feeling everything like some animal.

Then, in the Circle, it was all about filtering what you did feel for the sake of self-preservation. In the rebellion, it became survival.

Only when she had the courage – some of it was probably recklessness – to pursue Josephine, did the grey area of it all became clear. With it, came wildness.

They would return to Skyhold in the next few days to switch shifts, re-stock, and return the Inquisitor and her team to headquarters. She didn’t know whether to be excited, or scared shitless.

The days passed by so slow at first before she found a rhythm again. For Lady Montilyet, work was as much part of herself as anything. Once she was able to throw herself back into her duties and not anxiously look up every time someone with an average build and height with blonde hair darkened her doorway, she could almost fool herself into thinking everything was fine. At least, if you didn’t count the small scrap letter Theia had left her being in her right-hand drawer, for whenever she could steal a moment of unproductivity to herself to be emotionally masochistic.

The reports came in the following morning that Suledin Keep was now a stronghold for the Inquisition. No major fatalities, no major disasters. She was alive, they all were. When she first got a copy of the report, she remembered how relieved she was to know it wasn’t going to end this way. She was going to see her again, and even if that filled her with rage and hurt, it filled her with something.

Her dreams were never quite a rambunctious as that one, the night before they left for Emprise du Lion. Part of it was her refusal to sleep for more than 4-5 hours at a time, much to the chagrin of Leliana, who had taken to checking on her during off-hours in the night. Another aspect of it was just how unafraid Josephine became of such visions.

Josephine did not bother writing, mostly out of self-preservation. However, she also wanted to give them both room to really sit with what had happened, and the implications of their relationship. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? Well, at this point, their hearts should be pretty damn fond.

As she sat at her desk, doing what she did best, she heard Leliana enter from the Council door.

“They are returning in two days time, I imagine, from the reports,” Leliana greeted, gauging a preemptive reaction from her friend who had remained rather closed-off about the whole thing.

“Sounds par for the course. It will be good to move onto the next major challenge,” Josephine remarked distantly, not even bothering to take her eyes away from the letter she was writing.

“Josie, is that all you feel?”

“Should I be feeling more?”

Leliana shook her head at the Ambassador, wearing a sympathetic grin. “My mistake, I suppose.”

As Leliana exited, Josephine bit her lip pensively and sat back in her chair. There was so much unknown, and this would not be an easy landing.

It was a fog-ridden morning when the signaling horn rang through the air at Skyhold. The path from the front gates to the main entrance was cloaked in what felt like opaque mountain clouds. It proved an ominous and rather intimidating ambiance for when the Inquisitor arrived. Theia, armor-clad and on horseback, was ushering in the group of troops and wagons of trappings. She was closely accompanied by Seeker Cassandra and Lord Dorian flanking her on each side on their own mounts.

The Inquisitor, wearing a cowl hood that had kept her head warm as they traversed the freezing mountain paths, was relieved to be “home.” For an Inquisition epicenter, it also proved the most stable and welcoming home she had her entire life. Being greeted by the sight of the battlements, weaving in and out of the foggy air, and the dimly-lit windows of the Mage tower and the guards quarters, was heartening to say the least.

Coming to the center of the courtyard, which was lined with people who had come down to see what was arriving, The Inquisitor instinctually looked up at the slope of the Hall stairwell. There, she saw Commander Cullen, looking as reliable and tired as ever. Leliana, intrigued and vigilent as ever. But no one else. By that, she meant no one who looked like the one person she had been anticipating seeing, for better or for worse.

“Welcome back, Inquisitor,” a young man from Master Dennett’s stables approached, taking hold of her horse.

The Inquisitor grinned and patted her horse’s neck. “Thank you very much,” she replied cordially, tossing the reigns down lightly and slipping her feet out of her stirrups. Dismounting without fuss, she turned to face the direction of her allies, who had also dismounted.

“Well, friends, we are home,” she remarked, unstrapping her riding gloves and slipping off the first of the two.

“Indeed. I shall spend the next two days thawing out everything other my smallclothes,” Dorian responded with travel-weary snark.

“Dorian, if you are so off-put by the elements, perhaps you would consider armor that does not expose the most thermally vulnerable parts of your anatomy,” Cassandra retorted.

“Ridiculous! How else would I stun my enemies who envisage their impossibly attractive nemesis?”

“Ugh,” said, well, you know who said it.

Eventually, Inquisitor Trevelyan was able to climb up the stairs and into the Hall entryway. Greeted by Cullen, who reminded her of the reports of soldier and casualty numbers from their other holdings spanning across Thedas, some which needed her confirmation. Leliana, who would prime her later on the intel that had since gathered on various areas of interest.

Two out of three Advisors. Two out of three faces.

As they entered the Hall, Theia took off her cowl and gripped it along with her gloves. “Tell me Leliana, how is she?” her voice was audibly softer now.

Leliana began to speak, but she stopped herself and took a short breath. “You did not go to her. That is all she has told me. She will not discuss it at all with anyone. Not even me.”

Theia took a deep breath and looked around, half-scared an arrow would come flying at her in vengeance. “That’s not good, is it?”

“In a word? No.”

Leliana quickly departed the Inquisitor’s side. A warm welcome indeed.

Up in her bed chambers, she was garnering the resolve to go look for her. She knew that the Lady Ambassador wouldn’t step away from her desk for just anything, nor did she retire early from a day’s work. This was all Theia’s fault.

In one minute she had convinced herself to go and do it, and in the next she would stop herself. At the root of her indecisiveness was the fear of what awaited her on the other side of this search: would she be angry? Would she be resolute in her distancing? Would she send her away? She had to reassure her own self that she could endure whatever she was walking into.

Theia made her way downstairs to the Great Hall. The first place she would look, just to be sure, was her office. Peering in through the door, there was no one. Okay, so, that only leaves so many places the Lady Ambassador would feel appropriate in going to.

The Library. Nothing.

The Requisition office. Nothing.

The Gardens. Nothing.

Hell, The Battlements? Nothing.

People were starting to notice that the Inquisitor seemed to be on an at-home quest on her day off. Not finding who she was looking for, she would sigh heavily and make her way back to the center of the grounds. That left only one place left: her chambers. She wouldn’t have guessed that Josephine would simply go to her room to wait out the storm of her return, but, perhaps she did not want to be found after all.

Theia walked slowly down the Hall path leading to the door which would bring her closer to Josephine’s bedroom. She battled with herself in her mind about whether or not it was wise.

Would it be worse if she never tried to see her, though? Not only had she left without a word, but now she would return without one? Something inside her said it would definitely be over in that case.

So, when she made her way to the Ambassador’s door, she felt the nerves in her throat and chest go haywire with the potential disaster that lay before her.

Knock, knock, knock.

The silence felt maddening as the butterflies in her stomach did back flips. Girding herself against whatever was to come.

A noise: the door opening, wider this time.

It was her.

Seeing her face, her beautiful, deep bronze skin, those piercing eyes that had haunted her in her dreams while out in the field. Her shorter hair curls framing the sides of her face. She knew how they would smell if she put her face to them.

Josephine knew from the moment she heard the knock just who it was. Having retreated to her bed chambers proved just out of the ordinary enough to pique the Inquisitor’s curiosity after all. Sometimes the quickest way to gain her attention was to make her come looking herself. She always did look for trouble energetically.

But, admittedly, the second she saw her face, all of the breath that had preserved itself in her chest escaped like in on a getaway mount. There she was, at her door, like a suitor come calling. No flowers, but, her being alive and well was good enough.

A silence filled with so much. Theia’s mouth opened, but she hesitated at first. So much to say, so much owed.

“Lady Ambassador.”

Josephine placed a hand on the door flat, blinking quickly as she finally heard her voice say something so…polite.

“Inquisitor. Welcome back to Skyhold.” She did her one better: an admittance to location and a greeting of warmth. It was Theia’s move.

Theia’s chest tightened, her right hand rubbing her opposite forearm. “Oh, uh, thank you. I…I came to see if you were well. I, uh, didn’t see you in your office, and wondered if—“

“I am well, thank you for asking.”

“Oh, good. I had…hoped you were, um, well. That’s good.”

Another pause, the awkward tension prevailing. Josephine eyed the Inquisitor with a façade of blissful, unassuming geniality. Inside, she knew just how difficult this must be for Theia to be at her door, trying to piece together something that was falling apart at the seams.

“Oh! I had also wanted to ask…” Theia tried to continue.

“Hm?”

“If you had received the note…I, um, left you at your desk.”

“Yes, I did. Thank you.”

Theia nodded, biting her lip with aggravation. Oh, great. So that was the verdict. Wonderful, well, I’ll just go cast myself off into a Fade Rift then, ta-ta!

“…And? Thoughts, opinions? Critique of my handwriting?” Theia wanted something but she didn’t know what that was exactly. Perhaps emotion, like some form of admittance that what had happened resonated with Josephine, instead of hardening her. Her fear that Josephine had tucked away the parts of herself she had laid out in front of Theia’s eyes and ears for weeks with fearlessness was roaring between her ears.

Meanwhile, Josephine was all wrapped up the polarities of her truth. Yes, I did, and it tore me apart for hours. I had to choke back tears every time I remembered that it existed. Sometimes I just wanted to tear it into tiny pieces and toss it in the fire. Sometimes I had to fight the impulse to sleep with it under my pillow. You wrecked my balance. I can never forget that.

“Lady Trevelyan, come in for a moment, would you?” Josephine rejoined, opening the door enough and stepping to the side. Clearly, Theia had come here for answers, and while Josephine wasn’t going to give them all, she could at least stop pretending that what happened, didn’t.

Theia walked in, feeling like she could just as easily be kissed as stabbed. All bets were off, as far as she was concerned.

Turning around to face the Ambassador as she closed the door behind her, she knew it was inescapable, whatever her fate was in this moment.

“Inquisitor, I—“

“What happened to Theia?”

“…Lady Trevelyan.”

Theia held her breath and nodded with surrender. “Fine.”

Josephine stepped closer, folding her arms stiffly. “I want you to know that I have the utmost respect for you and I will continue to follow your leadership with loyalty and admiration.”

Theia’s heart sunk. So, there it is. She continued to listen, although the white noise of anxiety in her head was rapidly growing.

“I hope that you will share my sentiment, that I wish this to be as easy and comfortable for us as possible. A working relationship of respect and cordiality is worth its weight in gold, and I believe we have done well with that--”

“So, this is where it ends?” Theia cut her off, now left with nothing to lose in manners and delicate dancing around nerves. Josephine caught herself, and sighed quickly.

“…Theia, you must understand. You had to have known when you departed that this would be my conclusion. That this would be the right thing to do, naturally.”

“Naturally.”

“If all you are to do is repeat my words back to me, I will consider this conversation redundant.”

“Maker’s ass, Josephine, you’re not speaking to one of your assistants or staff. You’re speaking to the woman you shared a bed with and felt up in the ambiance of candlelight and wine!” Theia’s voice grew louder with frustration.

“Oh, please do contain your temper. Or, you can be sure that everyone in Skyhold will know our personal matters like it was published in the fortress periodical.”

“Good, I hope so! Because then they will know just how horrible it is that you are letting go of something like what we have.”

Josephine growled under her breath. “You did that when you left me to go to battle with your last words to me being distaste and disagreement. After all I did to show you how much it affected me to watch you leave. You did this to yourself!”

“I was hurt and foolish, Josephine! I left that note to give you some truth to that. Obviously, you did not think much of my words.”

“No, because they were a knife in my side! You hardly provided comfort or solace!”

“And what did you do? Spent the entire night beguiling and conversing as if your day was going business-as-usual. I was tearing myself up on the inside thinking of how badly I screwed up, and watching you act as if…as if it didn’t matter!” Theia’s arms animated her anger as she spoke.

“I was watching you the entire time, do not be ludicrous! You were the one sitting there at the head of the table, giving your happy dinner toast, elated to share company! I felt like a tossed-out lover left to the machinations of the Court!”

“If you had seen the face I was making at those men seated beside you, you would have sworn I was possessed by something malevolent,” Theia said, her voice cracking now with emotion.

“Oh, I see, so I was just supposed to know? Am I supposed to take notes on the surveillance, then? Tell you names, give you the topics of conversation, a minute-by-minute interpretation of the scene? Be your Bard?”

“You’re circling around, Josephine, and you know it.”

“Maybe I am,” Josephine yelled under her breath, her voice low and intimidating.

Theia turned away from her, placing her hands at her hips and stepping with tense legs as she took a break from this fire-with-fire dalliance. The silence brewed with emotional recklessness. Josephine could feel it, along with the welling of anxious and enraged tears preparing in her chest. The worst possible moment for her to be pushed to tears was right in front of her.

“Can’t you see this is only for the best? Our lives…would be like this for as long as you and I have responsibilities greater than our own desires. We belong to causes bigger than ourselves. I am atyour service as an Advisor. This never would have grown into something sustainable.”

Each word hit Theia like an individual sword strike. The words she hoped she would never have to hear, but nonetheless was terrified of. It made her injury feel like it might as well have been a paper cut.

“Josephine, I came back with the intention of telling you…” Theia let escape from her mouth, but she stopped herself briskly, so as to save them from something truly agonizing. Her voice had calmed, softened with melancholy.

“…What? What were you going to say?”

A pause, while she deliberated on her feet whether she would give into temptation, give into her temper, or just let it go.

“Nothing. I just…” she turned to face the Lady Ambassador, chin up and shoulders straight for some measure of dignity. “I know what I did was unwise. I know what I expected of you was, too. I never wanted you to be my object. I only wanted to celebrate with everyone else just how happy I was to have you. Now that I have obviously lost you, there will be no need.”

Josephine’s heart felt as though it had stopped for good. She remained stoic and kept-together on surface-level, but underneath she was grasping for something stable in a collapsing space. Her dream was echoing.

“Josephine, I…” Theia approached now, making Josephine’s chest do backflips with nerves. She froze in her position, awaiting what it was Theia hoped to accomplish. When she stood closely in front of her, Theia reached a hand up and put it to Josephine’s cheek with a sorry tenderness. “I know you could never be owned, or kept, or controlled, and that I share that fate as well. But, for what it’s worth, it was enough for me to know you’d be there when I returned. It was never my desire to objectify you, because I fell for the way you were indominable. But…when I did not see you this morning, it was far more devastating than knowing that I could never hope you would belong to me.”

And with that, Theia boldly brought her lips to Josephine’s forehead. Josephine closed her eyes, coming undone rapidly, trying with immense difficulty to preserve herself enough to watch her depart. Feeling her lips on her skin, no matter the location, was like trying to hold onto something impossibly feral, impossibly boundless.

Theia did not bother to make eye contact again, for the sake of her own nerves and façade. She left through the door resolutely, shutting it behind her with respect to noise and forcefulness. There she was, Ambassador Montilyet, left to her own devices once more.

A single, aching tear fell from her eye and streamed down her cheek. This was going to be agonizing to endure. She had thought Theia would come back with energy, determined in her opinion. Knowing now that she had softened, that she was ready to compromise. It made her feel like she had ran when she should have walked.

Oh well. Too late now. Perhaps the band-aid had been ripped off for the better. She kept trying to remind herself, as she tried desperately to let go of the way she smelled: like dirt and sweaty grime, but also like a light and sweet bundle of herbs. Herbs she had always carried with her on her travels. Herbs like those she burned for incense in her chambers.

Something that you risk, something that you fear, and something that you need to let go.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#oc stuff #fanfiction #Inquisitor x Josephine #Theia Trevelyan #Josephine Montilyet #romance #heartbreak #I'm sorry ya'll I had to post it because it was eating me up inside

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heseuscristo · 6 years

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An Artist’s Bizarre Passion

Features twinning, human bodysuits, masks, and male to female gender bending. Contains spoilers for the first three chapters of Danganronpa V3.

“Yo-ho! Shuichi!” An energetic voice hollered from my door, crazily tapping the doorbell and letting it ring for one minute too many. Moments ago, I came back to the dorm after spending some free time my friend Kaito Momota and was deciding whether or not to sleep to finish the day or socialize again with someone else. A bit longer ago, the student council at this killing school was established. Now, that may not sound bad, but they were more of a cultist dictatorship than an ordinary council. They even had plans to ban nighttime activities in the name of peace, since Kirumi Tojo’s murder took place at night. Still, was limiting our freedom worth it for peace? I held this thought and opened the door to calm down my enthusiastic caller. There, brimming with positivity, was a thinly dressed woman. She was Angie Yonaga, a dark-skinned Pacific Islander with a knack for creating abstract art of all kinds, from wax sculptures to woodwork, also the president of the aforementioned student council. Despite the cooler weather at this academy, she still dressed in a sunny yellow robe and wore a white bikini top and frilled skirt under it; the pale colors were a perfect match for her hair. “Good morning. Do you need something?” I nonchalantly questioned. The majority of people to ever knock on my door were Kaito Momota and Maki Harukawa, so this was a nice surprise.

“Atua needs you!” Her stature curved into the room as she curled her index finger, pointing at my pale face. Her low twin-tailed hair followed, as did her tropical green eyes. “Huh? Me?” I was known as the Ultimate Detective, so it was going to be probable that people would need me. Though it wouldn’t hurt if the requests were less stressful and more ordinary, like to find a lost cat or something. “Nyah-ahaha! Only you!” Her blunt bangs hid how upbeat her eyebrows were, but her energetic transition that raised up her arms did reveal her darker, skinny underbody most women would die for. “Um, what for?” “I’ll explain later, just go to my lab when you can! Goodbye-onara!” Abruptly, she closed the door, and I could hear her humming as she left the dormitory. Atua, huh? For the entirety of me and other classmates here, it was her island god that she refused to personify with a set image. She claimed he came as a culmination of our desires, yet told us to let go of our desires, including leaving the school. He, or she, or whatever it was just seemed like a questionable voice in one’s head. I let those morning thoughts pass as I hastily made my way into the school building. After this, I think I’ll go check up on Kaito again. He seemed sick when the Monokubs presented the motive of bringing a spirit to life using a Necronomicon. Even saying it felt so unrealistic, but what was real was Angie’s fanaticism to bring someone to life just to kill them. No matter what she was going to do, I just didn’t want her to intervene in my late night workout session with Kaito and Maki. I digress. Traversing through the entire school, I finally climbed to the current last floor, in this case, the fourth. The environment here didn’t match the previous three at all, ominously foggy and dark and lit by candles. The worn wood and rocky statues as the decor were unlike the usual modern touch below. I suppose it fits the two labs here, belonging to the Ultimate Artist and Ultimate Anthropologist. Reaching the end of the hallway to Angie’s workplace, I had to knock several times on the front door before she opened it. Once unlocked, she gestured me inside with a smile. The last time I was there was actually yesterday while exploring new areas of the school, and today no notable changes occurred. Wax was still kept in containers while buckets of black paint unevenly spread across the white floor, some spilling and staining the wood. The whole room was white—even the unbuilt roof had the same tint, and the fluorescent lights shined pure. “Now, now.. sit here!” She bent her knees and patted two footprints made of blue tape right next to a large monitor. I positioned my feet there to the best of my ability since it was not in the range of my foot size. Looking down, I saw how the distance made formed a triangle between my legs. “Good! Close your eyes!” Her back faced me as she began to gather items from the stacks of wax, shuffling through it and making clanging sounds. “H-Huh? Why?” She came back holding a hairdryer and a gigantic bucket of wax labeled, “Soft and Hands-On,” in a bold red font. “‘Cause Atua says so! Now close your eyes!” I gave up rebutting and shut them as told, moving my lips in anticipation for what she was doing. I heard some sort of clicking behind me, and then the hairdryer began to blow on something. That something was my feet. “Eh?” I involuntarily looked down, seeing Angie pat down mounds of wax at my soles. It was warm, but not scalding hot. “Atua told me He wants you to be His newest follower!” She continued until my entire feet were inhuman mounds of wax. Her work was diligent, preserving as much of it as possible while still having enough to be molded. Wait, was I going to be stuck and forced to join? “W-What? Why are you doing this, then?” I received no answer as her eyes were now the ones closed, somehow working as effective when they were open. “Mhm, mhm! I see!” Thankfully, they reopened for her to comment, “Oh, you must be quiet so Atua can communicate to me.” With no way to resolve her tenacity to put wax on me, I remained silent and blinded in the still coldness of morning. In due time, I was as rigid in the substance, aside from my face. Nothing more was placed on me for a good minute or two, so I opened my eyes impatiently. “Angie..?” I murmured. I didn’t want to break the wax, so I continued looking in one direction. When I tried glancing down without moving my head, I saw two conspicuous brown.. orbs? Something white and long entered my vision, now that I became more attentive. Few moments passed after I called to her, finally coming into by vision as she bent over from my right. The grin on her face was much larger than any other I’ve seen since our arrival to the school. “I’m here! Atua’s made His final preparation!” She walked back to my view, something preciously held in hand. “A wax mask?” She was in glee as if the work was satisfactory, but her full smile was from doing half the job. There wasn’t anything colorful in its interior. “Oh, you saw it? It’s like a death mask!” When she waved it around so I could fully see the facial features, it was.. her?! “Two Angies are better than one, Atua says.” Her whole face grew ominous, eyes virtually glowing as the words crept out of her mouth. “W-W-Wait—“ The mask was instantaneously placed on my face, turning my words into inaudible, muffled confusion. I wasn’t aware she was going to make an Angie out of me! T-This girl was dangerous! At this point, I could’ve broken the wax at the expense of her tedious work, but for some reason, I let it happen. Did I mind the amount of effort she put into making a wax statue of herself? “It’s like an Angie effigy! Don’t worry, Shuichi! I’ll get you out very soon! The end result will be beautiful!” All of my trust was put into her craftsmanship, hoping she wasn’t plotting something as insane as murder. Time held less meaning as the darkness from being encased warped my vision and mind. The only thing I could hear was the muted swishing of paint and wax, which engulfed my body in pleasant heat. Standing there made me numb in a comfortable way. I didn’t feel any worry, paranoia, or claustrophobia. In this environment, I was drifting in space with no freedom to stop and return to the ground. I started to feel my surroundings after what was akin to a hibernation. Granted, it was already frigid, but this time it felt like it was directly stinging my skin. There was something off about the sensations in general, however. My butt, to put it bluntly, seemed more defined and outward; I felt this in my chest as well. I noticed something crawl down my head in addition, but throughout this observation, the mask was still on my face and blocking any viewing. The discomfort began to resonate with my lower body. It was like my feet had less surface to touch the ground, and that my calves and thighs were almost too puffy and padded for to my usual liking. Out of all of this, my privates were the ones impacted the most. Nothing felt like it was there, but something had to be there, right? Was I imagining it was gone..? There certainly wasn’t anything that felt protrusive, no doubt. Clenching my crotch muscles provided no answer. Finally, I could see, though I would never perceive things the same way again. Something felt weird on my face, like overgrown eyelashes. Abnormal heavy bangs forced me to use my hand to shove them away, but then I saw my hand. Unlike my usual pale, somewhat blemished skin, it was brown and soft as fine powder. I pulled out my other hand and noticed both were smaller, had longer fingernails, and womanly. “Excuse—excuse me?!” My.. voice?! Its echo from my throat sounded just like Angie’s, from her aloof tone to everything else! I pulled the courage to look down, and found myself blushing at a pair of dark-skinned breasts! Even darker areolas with stiff nipples horrifyingly validated my reaction. I should have gotten an erection, yet I felt nothing. To add to my horror, my clothes had somehow disintegrated as the wax molded me into a bare woman. “It’s not there?!” I tried to steer clear of the breasts newly attached to me as I dove my hands around my crotch, spreading them to hopefully find the girth of a penis. But it was absent! Instead, I touched a woman’s— “Atua wants you as His artist! Wow!” The true Angie, appearing from behind, clapped her hands together with a grin contrasting my visible terror. “H-How did this happen to me?!” I cried out in my unaccustomed airy tongue, furiously touching other parts of my body and confirming my new form in red-hot shock. Sliding my hands down my back was like smooth sand, and it bent to my no longer shallow ass. It was a perfect size and touchable shape of a woman’s, and sensitive enough to warrant my heart to drop. How did wax even do this?! “Oh, just like Pygmalion and Galatea. Just like Atua’s will, He chose you to spread His word!” Her casual attitude toward an exact clone of herself was insane! This woman was a fanatic inside and out!

“W-What are you trying—“ I tried to move a foot toward her, but I was not accustomed to the tiny steps and landed right in her body. My unkempt white hair sprawled all over her robe, and my head rested on the side of her bikini top. Like treating an animal, she patted my head with a face of ease, catlike smile and closed eyes that reflected enormous zen. “It’s ok, Angie. We’ve lost many followers due to their desire to leave. It’s ok. Let’s make a paradise here and stay.” She spoke of paradise, but her gentle, motherly tone was its own paradise. It never sounded so full of honey and compassion before. A miracle struck me as I found myself closer to her, reveling in her warming hug that thawed my previous chills. My eyes lingered near the verge of closing, hypnotized by her motherly caress. Why was I upset, again? Why was I Shuichi, again? “You’ve been good for helping Atua during class trials. But we won’t need those if we just peacefully stay here. No trials, just Atua and His love.” I was Shuichi, but now I am Angie. The fact didn’t strike me as peculiar. That was just Atua’s way of helping me realize who I really was. I fully embraced myself in sharing her dream, closing my eyes as she brought a hand back and forth to grace my hair and relaxed cheeks. Love.. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that. If I was as devout and acted exactly like Angie, would Atua love me? Is that why I didn’t believe in Him before? Atua. Just what did He look like? He, no She, was the perfect woman. Her childbearing hips signaled herself as the catalyst for nurture and fertility. Her arms stretched out to grab me and put me into her body, like Angie. Blonde perfection mentally wrapped around my head, stunning my thoughts. Yes, Atua was Kaede Akamatsu. A girl who I kept a promise to, the one who believed in me. The promise made less coherent sense to me, but I actually couldn’t remember what it was. Not that I bothered because Atua loved me and that was sufficient. “Shuichi, we don’t need truths. Only Atua.” The truth. I felt a tear loosen out of my eye when I heard the word. From the moment I arrived at this school, truth was what I wanted to avoid as a detective. Funny, wasn’t it? I’ve mingled with the thought too many times. If I hadn’t exposed Kaede’s plan to save us all, she wouldn’t have died. If only someone else, no, all of us chose to take Kirumi’s position, the Prime Minister of Japan would be alive and millions wouldn’t have to suffer. Why can’t I do anything right as myself? Perhaps becoming Angie was my single way to atone. “You don’t need to be so serious. Let all of your needs go. Your need to leave. To hate. To be afraid. To care. This is Atua’s truth, Angie.” Atua’s warm voice sounded different from their first statement, but I didn’t care. I didn’t need to. As long as I have Atua, oh, then I can be Her vessel! What a wonderful truth, an offer I couldn’t refuse!

“Now you know Atua and Angie very well.” I woke up from my revelation as a child with her mother looming above. “I.. do. Nya.. nyahaha!” I giggled, taking her—no, using our signature laugh. She followed my excitement by raising her hands up to her hand into praying position, laying me down. There, she had her own spurt of happiness as she whispered a mantra. “Atua is such a handsome god! So nice to all!” I lifted myself up and matched the pose, looking at her with the same jubilant expression. “Please, teach me how to be more like you!” My eyes widened at her talent as an Ultimate Artist. Oh, how wonderful would it be for me to create art for everyone to enjoy! “I will, but Atua is the one making the lesson plan. Has He talked to you about masturbation?” I was confused. She hadn’t really spoken to me yet, but I knew she was there. “No? Ohh? I wonder why?” Her entire upper body dramatically swung left and right with confusion. “O-Kay! You see, Atua is the pleasure you feel when you do it!” She went sideways and held one hand out like it was holding something on a platter, while the other bent backward to form an upside-down thumbs-up. I stuck my hands together and squeezed my cheek fat. I want to do that! “He cleanses your mind of stress and worries, giving you His love and affection to make art!” I listened and nodded carefully as her new disciple, soaking in all of the knowledge like I was reborn. ”Show me how to do it!” I could no longer contain my delight at making art and masturbating. I relaxed my body on the floor, flat and looking at the ceiling. Angie, her knees bent and adjacent to my own, pushed her arms up so her upper body was above while her twin tails fell. “Remember! This is Atua.” I nodded, my head moving in the agonizing wait. After talking, she dove her head down and tickled my waist with her silver hair. Her arms didn’t move at all, but her mouth did. The rosy lips that once spout Atua unraveled a hungry tongue that flicked my left nipple, making my breast lightly vibrate. I automatically jolted my foot and pushed it further into her bountiful thigh; the sheer intensity and speed of her was startling pleasant! She did the same for my other nipple, making me put a hand over my mouth in surprise at the new feeling. But she rose her head up and swatted it away, saying, “Atua wants to be heard.” She furthered the foreplay on my generous boobs, moving her tongue in circles as they traced my areoles. The sense of cold moisture on my nipples, the subtle jiggle from each revolution, finally made me release a shy moan. “Ah.. A-Atua!” My jade eyes squinted, eyebrows curved from it. In this pleasure, I saw my goddess. My carnal awakening of femininity was all thanks to Her! My dumbfounded, wide mouth closed as I grinned, knowing Atua wanted this. She was helping me become Angie! The real Angie finished her loving suckle of my breasts and moved on to my private parts, going downward so our bodies no longer touched. Oh, it really was female! I saw a small figment of it, and it was as dark as my recently tanned figure. She steamed hot breath into the area, adding to the increased heat I already felt from being touched. She opened up my legs by placing her hands right next to my crotch and pushing it away, bringing my pussy into full-fledged view. “Teach me to be Angie, Atua!” My last request was only heard by Angie, who closed her eyes and ignored the plea. Eyes closed, tongue wide open, she started at the bottom of my vagina and licked all the way up. Her motion was extremely stalled like she was sampling the pink flesh in all of its divine glory. I could see her head slightly turn up as another moan escaped me. My head felt even lighter than when Angie cradled me, drifting my soul from my worldly conscious. The next stroke of her tongue was much stronger, making me recoil and push out my pelvis and surround her mouth with its embrace. How spectacular did it feel to have my inner and outer lips massaged by Atua! She kept on going until I felt a tiny bump right above my opening stammer at her licking. From there on, it was all cunnilingus and all pleasure. She continuously coaxed the bulb with her saliva, twisting her tongue like never before. I just had to move my back up, so I did and planted my arms behind to be stable. The shifting of my pussy didn’t matter, as she just held onto it and never stopped with her lecherous movements. Now I was the one who had to look below, though now I had a better view of her insatiable licking. “A-Angie!” A pent-up emotion that I had no knowledge of surged within me. Lust. It grew with each embrace of her lips, as steady as the ascension up a roller coaster. My arms were strained from holding myself up, and my toes began to shake and curl. I still felt absent-minded, but this overwhelming feeling hit my body and mind. And then, in that prolonged moment of anticipation, I finally orgasmed. First came my muscle spasms that made my whole body vibrate, and then it was the intense culmination of my dark-skinned pussy that erupted from the sheer euphoria. Nothing actually came out from my drenched vagina, but a series of loud and unsophisticated moans from my other lips. As I laid there, in erotic bliss, Angie stood up. Her eyes shut again, while she extended her arms and cupped her fingers. When I finally stopped my noises, Angie laughed. “Nyahaha, did you feel it? This is what Angie feels when Atua speaks!” Our shared relief and pleasure made me understand why Angie was so contempt on praising Atua, and now I was ready to make art. As if she read my mind, she brought out a bucket of black paint and a bristled paintbrush to start. I’d seen her use these tools once as Shuichi, and now they were mine. I desired to use them, but it was a desire to illustrate my mind and give it up to Atua. “I’ll let Atua use your body to create. Goodbye-onara!” She frolicked out the door, reminding me to lock it from the inside and to ignore everyone who knocked. I followed in her footsteps, each step of mine beaming with excitement. I get the whole research lab to myself! Another giggle came from my throat, which no longer had an Adam’s apple. Picking up the tools Angie left me, I searched for somewhere to reciprocate Atua’s will. From the corner of my eye, I spotted a rather large sheet of canvas resting on a wide table. It was the perfect size and shape, too! I cheered out loud to myself as I ran to get it, spacing it on the floor afterward. I snatched the blunt paintbrush, drenched it in the sleek black bucket, and held it out to drip. By now, I was standing on the canvas. Each drip brought me closer to Atua until my body began to move on its own. Black paint stained my breasts as I danced around the open canvas, my paintbrush dripping all over the place. The mismatched ink splotches stained the previously flawless material into a texture similar to that of a cow. All the while, I was having the most fun in my life! To bounce across the surface, laughing, uncaring of how many times I dipped the paintbrush back in was totally addicting. I was thoughtless of how the color flicked on my butt, face, hands, and legs because Atua wanted this. I finished spraying the last dots of black, rubbing my darkened hands together gleefully. The entirety of my stress as a man was forever gone. Yet, when I looked at my work, something was still off. Atua wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, either. I didn’t worry about the flaws, though, for Atua had given me back control and so She must’ve been satisfied. I laid back down on the floor, in a tidal wave of dark pleasure, humming, “This is nice..” --- Possibly because I steered away from reality and my true situation, I couldn’t recall how long I was staring at the ceiling. During the duration, I stopped thinking. Who I was, why I was there, the questions were downright ignored. My thoughts seemed so scrambled now, unlike my position as the Ultimate Detective. I focused more on the roof as such, identifying its abstract, incomplete finish and support beams with appeal. When I finally came out of my messy trance, one single thought popped up with it. “Oh.. I need Angie’s clothes to be Angie.” And to get those, I decided to walk out naked and covered in paint. There was no shame in being one with Atua, after all. My lab was on the fourth floor, so I spent ten minutes prancing down each staircase, a spring in my step as I hummed downward. Upon reaching the third floor, I was shocked! It was already dusk! Did Angie really work on me for that long? I ignored the day transition, instead thinking that someone dedicated their time to give me their joy, as well as a passion for Atua. Once I finally got to the main entrance, my goal of the dormitory was just ahead. I was surprised to see, well, no one. Not even the people from the student council Angie established came in my view. Oh well! I wandered into the glass dormitory and went to Angie’s dormitory instead of mine, rapidly tapping the doorbell and awaiting her response. She opened the door, putting her hands on her cheeks and noted how dirty I was, but how Atua taught me well. She handed me some towels to clean the stains, claiming it was blessed. No matter, hearing her compliment me and our god made my heart flutter, no doubt! Letting me in, she showed me the arrangement of her room which wasn’t different from mine, only having red highlights as a difference. “Take an outfit. Or two! Maybe three! As many as Atua says!” Hmm.. At Atua’s request, I grabbed one pair of her usual outfit. I first took the robe off its hanger and compared it to my shorter form and feminine body figure. It was nothing like my old uniform, which was an ugly moody black suit with thin gray stripes. On the other hand, this was dazzling! The bright dandelion robe gave me so much freedom, being so spacious to fit brushes inside and even draping my knees. Unlike my double-layered male clothing, this one showed off my undergarments and had fresh air to spare. “Hey, hey! Let’s start with these first.” She took out her bra and skirt, to which I found myself even more infatuated with. Since I had no knowledge of wearing a bra, Angie helped me put it on. It wrapped around my upper chest and neck, safeguarding my nipples that had enough exposure for the day. The pair was frilly like a pearly seashell, with a long ribbon that tickled my stomach. Next up was her pleated miniature skirt. It had a cute white underbody and a coral belt diagonally on the upper portion. To top it all off, a ribbon larger than my bra relaxed itself to the side. I rose my legs so she could put on her frilly white panties, and then wrapped the cyan skirt around my waist. Finishing the deed by fitting into the robe, I clapped my hands together on one side to affirm my delight. “So lovely!” My simple phrase made the other me nod in agreement. “What’s missing..? Atua knows! It’s my accessories!” She raised up her left hand to signify I was missing her pearl bracelet, her leg bracelet, and even her seashell necklace. Looks like I’ve got ways to go before I can be her, but Atua is going to help me. I just know! “Oh well! I can fix this for now until Atua gets extras.” I watched as she dove to her bedside counter and picked up two hair bands. Oh, her hairstyle wasn’t messy like mine right now. Going towards my back, she grabbed a clump of my hair on one side fully, making an invisible line divide my white locks. Then, with one hair band, she pulled her hand down to reach the lower area of the strands and wrapped the band around it. When she did the same for the other, she put the two in front so they wouldn’t disrupt my back. With my hair touching the frontal part of my robe, I was ready! “Now what do I do?” I said out loud, throwing myself on her bed and making snow angels. She would’ve done the same, I bet. “No, what Atua wants you to do!” Oops! I backtracked my thought process, now on a better path. In the depths of my mind, though not too deep, I remembered that I wanted to see Kaito. For what, though? I curled my lips in confusion, which felt odd without a paintbrush poking at my chin. I remember doing something after nighttime.. or was it before? I stopped wrinkling her bedsheets to give her Atua’s response. “Atua wants me to see Kaito, but She doesn’t want to tell me why.” “Kaito, huh? He’s not a follower of Atua. I think Atua wants you to teach him how generous and caring He is!” Wow, Angie is so talented at interpreting Atua! I jumped out of bed to thank her with a hug, but I ended up hitting something. Her bed was lined up against a wall, so when I sprang out, I thought I would be right next to her table, but instead, I was struck by an abnormal sculpture of wax. I noticed other wax effigies, four of them in total, surrounded us and were fully colored. The one I bumped was.. Kaede. “An-gie?” I stood, weightless until that name brought me back to my senses. “Nothing. I didn’t see these when I entered.” “They’re beautiful, yes? You must love them.” Love.. them? I focused more on Kaede than any of the others. She was lifelike, at a height remnant of the original, with each strand of light blonde hair appearing so touchable. Her clothes, the fine pink vest, looked to be made of real fabric. It was as if any moment her lips would open and tell me something. And they did. “Don’t be afraid, Shuichi.“ Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid. The echo of her words from centuries ago brought the slightest shred to my frail lucid dream. I looked at my hand. Lithe and brown. It was.. it wasn’t.. “Let’s go to Kaito and show him Atua’s pleasure!” I declared by raising my hand, the one I stared at, to the sky. I have no time to be worried, I half-heartedly told myself. “No need to rush things! The warehouse has what Atua needs to love him—rope!” That rang a bell. Rope. Where have I heard that from? Nevertheless, Angie forced my hand and pushed me out of her dorm, but I engulfed myself in her spirit as we ran together holding hands, like a pair of young twins. Skipping through the moonlit, overgrown halls, they felt more harmonious than they ever were when I passed by as my old self. Wearing the swishing robe and feeling the breeze from only wearing a top and skirt were all new to me, but Atua would teach me to get used to them. The doors of the storage signaled us to stop our running, so we came in and gazed at the expansive shelves until we found the rope. She called for three, so we each grabbed a short bundle of the durable material. We came back to the dormitory, at the center of all the rooms. “Okay! Ring Kaito’s doorbell and go inside his room when he opens. I’ll be hiding.” With her master plan unveiled, I followed without a word of doubt because Angie should trust Angie, right? I bounced up the skeletal set of stairs up to the second, fenced floor and walked to his room, which had a pixelated frame of him above the door. Angie still saw me on the lower level and was waving with a free hand as I knocked on the door. A quickening beat of my heart shot out through my body as I now rang the button with my sweaty fists, tense at how he would react to me. “Urgh, you’ve got to come back later. I’m feeling so sick. I’ve been too tired and couldn’t eat anything.” Kaito Momota, the Ultimate Astronaut, said his words with a sickly tone of blue over his head. His head faced downward as a hand rubbed the back of his neck, emphasizing his massive hairdo. “Coming right in!” I gently nudged his body away as I sat on his back and looked back for a reaction. “What.. what’s going on with you?” His breathing was heavy, air crawling out of his still mouth. Upon further inspection, sweat beads of tiredness overwhelmed his expression. I was going to fix that very soon. In fact, very, very soon! When he tried to approach me with his unprofessional slippers, the true Angie popped right behind him and grabbed his wrists before he could react. He almost suffered an injury as he fell, but I went down on the floor and cushioned his fall with my thighs. I looked over and saw opposite hands touched opposite elbows, tied to the middle by rope. “Urk?!” He managed to tilt his head up forward and promptly met my elated eyes and gaping mouth. I bent my head sideways to look endearing as he twisted his face in horror when he saw two of us. “There’s two of you?! Is this t-t-this the occult?!” His unprecedented fear made his goatee shiver with his mouth. The occult? No, it was Atua! “Atua and Atua only!” The Angie from behind confirmed his superstition, almost reading my mind. “Which one.. is...” His face and body as a whole turned into a black shade, heightened with greatly downsized pupils. Aw, what a cutie! While he spurted out disbelief, we had already locked him in place on the floor, securing and opening up his limbs with nearby furniture. “Well, I guess I was Shuichi!” He stopped every single gesture of his body, only intently viewing my body up and down. Angie and I came together, looking at his vulnerable position. “Oh my god.” Hey, he was adjusting to Atua already! Finished, Angie pulled out a brush to fidget with, staring at me with a raised eyebrow and a grin. I think she knew what was coming. I walked in front of the bed so Kaito could see me in my blessed, full glory. The clothing Angie put on me came undone as I threw my robe to the floor to unveil my hidden curves. I fiddled with the bra from behind until it fell, bringing out my sizable breasts into the open again. From there, I toed closer to his frozen stature and brazenly took off my skirt so he could see my lower lips. Bending down to my knees, I leaned into his ears with a smile, saying, “Atua did this to me.” Then, I lunged at him until my naked body mixed its rich darkness into his unbuttoned jacket, polo, and white undershirt. A single flick of my tongue at his ear coaxed it in sweet saliva and sent him stuttering. “S-Shuichi.. is this really you? Even.. even your clothes..” I closed his lips with my hands.

“Atua got rid of my boring clothes ‘cause She said I didn’t need them. And.. don’t call me that. I’m Angie now.”

I opened my mouth and dove into his neck, letting out my hot and husky breath. I saw goosebumps on his skin. His smooth, kissable skin. Infatuated, I nibbled the back of his neck, and when he tried to look back, I held him in place with my arms and sprung in for a sloppy kiss. Engrossed in the experience, I shut my eyes closed so only our actions mattered. If he was struggling, I didn’t feel it at all. Instead, I was eating him out with my animalistic tongue, tracing the contours of his mouth as his weak tongue succumbed to my tender grasp. Meanwhile, Angie removed his galaxy-printed slippers and unraveled the buttons in his pants, seeing an amassed bulge push out of his underwear. I departed from his mouth after what felt like hours of pure goodness. I didn’t care that he was sick because all I tasted was his masculinity. A string of saliva connected us for a few seconds, which I saw once my eyes slowly revealed themselves. His must’ve been relishing in my blunt white bangs and scent of sex from two hours ago, as his eyes were no longer full of fatigue but lit with motivation for something. “I’ll join your god, okay?!” Geez, that was really quick! “Mhm, great! Let me bestow his first gift: Pleasure!” I mounted myself on his chest, tearing off his undershirt and pushing his other clothes so my hazel skin could touch his. Angie found her own calling by laying his head on her knees, securing him to watch my teasing. Laying on his body with my back upward, I went up and down his chiseled abdomen with my delectable figure. My adequate boobs joined in on the fun, lightly vibrating every time I decided to push them on his hardened flat chest. “Listen to me, Shuichi! You don’t want to do this!” He squirmed against the rope, to no avail, only rocking our bodies. “Eh? Why not?” I went upright, pressing my bubble butt right in front of his crotch and feeling up the heated fabric of his underwear. “The truth is, b-bro, that you never lived in Angie’s hometown, lived with her parents, or grew up to be the—“ I ignored every single word of truth as I moved up and blocked his mouth with my tan vagina, now sat on his face. “Mmphf!? Mm-mphf!” “Atua says act, don’t talk!” I declared, staring into his broadened purple eyes. He kept protesting, though, muffling his words into the lovely insides of my vagina. Such wonderful sounds! Each attempt to speak filled me with humid breaths, making my pussy quiver as its juices collided with his face. I murmured Angie to move as I weakly held the back of his head, forcing it to rub against my pussy. When he squirmed, I buckled in delight managed to open up his mouth. “Sorry, Kaito! Atua takes priority!” It was wrong to do this, but I didn’t want to stop. Not until I proved Shuichi Saihara didn’t exist anymore. In the heat of the moment, I leaned forward and let go of him, placing my hands far beyond his head so all he could see was my slim midriff while I stared at the cold floor. I was so close to that sensation I eagerly wanted ever since Angie, no Atua, gave me it. Breathing excessively, with a glint of joy in my eyes, I accelerated towards the feeling. “I.. I love being Angie!” Everything seemed to flow down there as I reached climax. I felt my loin muscles and hand grip tighten as I collapsed from the laborious, steaming sex. Harsh moans filled the night, while Kaito faintly yelped in surprise. Our sticky bodies, coated in gallons of sweat, unskillfully hit each other. Air returned to my lungs after seconds, and when my energy also was rejuvenated I rolled over. Kaito coughed, mouth drowning in a splash of my lubrication, unable to clean his face glossed by my shaking vagina. I laid adjacent to his mostly-clothed body, using my elbow as a pillow. Seeing him, flustered and still tugging at the ropes, was my new dark pleasure. Newfound strength resonated with me like never before, making me believe I had enough power to finally do something. “Nyah-ahaha! We’re not done yet!” With my free hand, I tilted his chin. With the mess on him, it seemed like I drained his determination out. “Sh-Shuichi, you..” Angie, who casually watching the events unfold, went back to holding him on her lap and came down for her own kiss. She brought out her tongue and swept up all of my juices into her mouth, licking at Kaito’s tingling face. Finishing it off with a kiss on his forehead, Angie reminded him with a wink. “Hey, Shuichi is Angie now. Atua gave him his love, and now he’s happy.” “That’s right!” “Don’t fuck with me! I know Shuichi’s still in there!” He was being awfully loud.. and too accurate. If he kept talking, I’d be less Angie! I can’t have that! “Mhm.. I have an idea.” I assured Angie, standing up and moving to Kaito’s lower body. In the middle of his crotch, his undone pants still held up that solid erection. With a giggle, I strapped my hand on his underwear and pulled down to see his hard penis in full, meaty glory. As I did this, Angie traced my steps and laid more kisses on his head, and then stripped herself in a swift manner as to not delay our sacred sex. His cock was staggering, almost as tall as my eyes when I went to his level. At the bottom was a short bush of hair, but at the top was a trembling, scarlet tip. The uncircumcised penis bore no decency, only coated in clear precum at the end and dribbling some more of it downward. Merely staring at it, imagining how the massive veiny girth would be swallowed in a moments’ time had my heart racing. I was really going to do this. “The h-hell is this?! I can’t cum to Shuichi!” A flurry of emotions struck his face, including embarrassment and horror. Angie, upon hearing that heretical name once more, gently sucked his left earlobe. Her masterful technique compared to mine had his knees twist and shake, and when she nibbled on the wet ear, made Kaito moan in baritone. “Keep calling him that, and Atua will conquer your body and soul.” She threatened him, eyes darkened, and then moved back before reverting to happiness. At first, I wanted to caress his cock with my slender hands, but a voice in my head wanted me to punish him for trying to make me remember. Straddling myself on Kaito once more and placing my hands on his nipples, my face practically sparkled when he saw what was unfolding. “You’re my s-sidekick, right? You wouldn’t do this, right? Right?!” God, he was so vulnerable and sexy now! I nodded no, swinging my silver hair, and spread my smooth, thick thighs right between his rod. I began to lower myself more and more, poised into the perfect position where an early ejaculation before penetration would manage to impregnate me. “If you don’t start calling me Angie soon, Atua will have a lot more followers!” Impregnation.. giving birth.. being Angie to the fullest.. Kaito shouldn’t object to such a peaceful route. It was better this way for me to stay as the fun-loving Angie. “D-Don’t go further, I’ll.. I’ll come if it happens!” He would’ve raised his fist in front of him, but all he could do was beg by yelling. “Just saying, you asked for this.” His stout cock finally touched my clitoris, but it wouldn’t go beyond that. The alien sensation of his hot cock poking at my equally flushed vagina made me gasp in pleasure, and to extend that feeling I threw a hand onto my one of my boobs and kneaded it carelessly. Angie silenced Kaito’s whimpers by planting her tongue into his mouth, bringing down her back so her breasts obscured his vision with brown goodness. As she was in the same position that had her use her lap to hold Kaito, his hair traced the outside of her vagina. I rotated my flawless hips so Kaito’s leaking dick followed, gracing both of my labias and forming a light trail of semen that mixed with my juices. In no way did it ease the throbbing ache in my pulsing slit, but nonetheless made me slightly drool in anticipation. I tried not to lose balance as I continued groping my tan breasts, pressing down on my areoles and squeezing my ebony nipples. Angie departed from his mouth for a split second, taking a heavy breath before doing it again, this time with both hands on her tits to massage them. Before Kaito could come into my vagina and fill me up there, I shifted gears and moved back down and bent my knees between his legs. Holding his drenched, filled with precum cock with my petite fingers, I began stroking up and down in hope of seeing his long-awaited ejaculation. Blood raced to my head, thinking how insane I was to do this. Angie stopped sitting in front of Kaito and started to squat so he could see me pump his sweet length and the looming pussy above. I saw her bring her hands down to her vagina and open up the fleshy folds, from there sticking as many fingers as she could in and out. “Stop, Angie! Both of you Angies!” His coughing pleas fell deaf to both of us as we continued to enjoy Atua’s blessings. Kaito wasn’t going to be done so easily, huh? Since he was so dedicated to not to come, it was time to pull the last straw. I freed his cock for a moment, only to pucker my lips and salivate. “You finally said my name!” Ah, I was so elated to hear it not from Angie! Deeply lost in that euphoria, I held no more hesitation and flicked my tongue up his frenulum, and then embraced his pride. Though slightly salty, I neglected thinking negatively about the taste and focused my sight on Kaito. Inside my mouth, I continuously licked the top of his cock like savory ice cream. His firm rod, standing proudly in my mouth, caring not that I was Shuichi, oh Atua! Ineffable, pleasurable tickles flourished in my engorged pussy as I felt a trail of its transparent goodness escape me. I made sure not to use teeth, keeping my lips apart. With one hand, I started to rub the lower half of his scrumptious penis, and with the other, I wrapped it around his testicles and applied pressure every few seconds. I glimpsed up to see his cringing face stutter to form an audible sentence. Nyahaha! Considering his eyes were squinting and he bit his lip, he was done now! “Shit, shit! I’m coming!” And so his vicious semen flung at my palate, making me flinch and free his squirting dick. More of his cum wildly erupted out of his ever hard cock, naughtily landing all over my face and the floor. It mixed into my white hair, leaving visible milky trails from my forehead down. I choked at the newfound, sticky fluids in my mouth, doing my best to swallow but failing as it leaked out. I smelled the exaggerated aroma, which already left his masculine scent over me. Furiously licking the insides of my mouth, I tasted his warm, bittersweet cum everywhere. To think I’d lose these privileges eventually! I wanted another round, but approaching dull sores said otherwise. As he came, so did Angie, who fell backward. She regained composure after a few seconds, having a taste of her own fluids while she watched our wet situation. The liquid overflowed down his penis, which I scooped up and sucked from my dainty fingers. I brought my hands back to his shaft for one final, thirsty lick. Kaito laid motionless, in a pool of profuse sweat and exhaustion. In contrast, I rolled out my tongue and went all around my lips until every drop on that area was sanitary, all the while complimenting Atua and how she gave us this pleasure. “One last goodbye gift!” I announced, trying to accumulate my energy. I undid the two ropes trapping his two hands, and excitedly brought both near my body. Fortunately, their motionlessness meant I could have even more fun! Gripping one hand’s muscular wrist tightly, I rubbed it against my plump breasts while pushing the orbs forward to invigorate myself. With the other, I grinned as I stuck two of its fingers down my shuddering pussy, finally curing that insatiable tickle. The gift for both of us was my second orgasm, easily triggered due to keeping my pleasure below that heavenly level. The similar spasms and numbness were ordinary symptoms that gave way to my numerous moans and minor spill of my already present juice. I exhaled slowly as I pulled his fingers out, laughing at how unresponsive he became. “Well, how’s it taste? Creamy, sweet, sour, hmm? Hm?” The borderline virgin didn’t even look at me. I tried to be light-hearted, but he wouldn’t appreciate the work of Atua! I let go of his hand that touched my boobs and raised his mouth, sticking his fingers in. Even if he didn’t lick it, his buds must’ve reacted. That was enough for me. “Hey! Let’s go to my lab, ‘cause I wanna see your artwork!” The other Ultimate Artist completed suckling on her index finger, standing up and basking in the fluorescent light. The waft of semen and sex permeated the dorm as she spoke. “Oh! That’s a great idea!” I chirped as Angie handed me my duplicate set of clothing. Putting them on was still a hassle, but it was my first day as her anyway. Once we adorned our identical outfits, we looked at Kaito’s blank eyes. “Ah! Kaito,” I bent down with a shadow on my forehead, “I’m going to spread peace and stop Monokuma in his tracks. Don’t stop me.” We undid his other ropes and threw them on our shoulders, heading towards the door. Before closing it, I decided to see if Kaito was doing anything. He was already upright despite how fatigued he was before and after our debauchery, but due to how he was strapped down, his jacket’s back faced us as he refused to look back at the door. I couldn’t see his expression, but deep down, I hoped he was okay and not angry at me. I recall how he appeared sick when we chatted in the morning. --- We ventured back to her dorm to prepare for the ritual using the Necronomicon, which apparently required those wax figures. The two of us struggled to hold two each, barely clinging on to the perfect sculptures using the rope. Any challenge is beatable with Atua, we confidently told each other as we left the dormitory. “Did you enjoy Kaito and Atua?” Angie asked while we rode up the polka-dotted staircase, cleaning the last traces of Kaito’s semen off my cheek. “Yep!” A hollow feeling in my chest resonated after I gave the simple affirmation. Did I do something wrong to Atua? No, it wasn't her disgusted by my actions. It was me. I still don’t understand what I did wrong, though. Our small talk ensued, from how to wear women’s clothing, to how to recruit Atua without forceful intercourse. The moment we reached the research lab’s door, a sigh left us as we temporarily set the effigies on the floor. Angie went inside first, holding the door open for me to enter and keep our precious goods intact. Inside, she clapped her hands together at the enormous white sheet stained with black paint. “So abstract, it’s amazing! Praise be to Atua!” I saw her examine the mismatched shapes of paint by forming a rectangle with her hands. I’m never going to get tired of her satisfaction, her poses, everything! Being around her has made me more cheery than I was as the Ultimate Detective, without a doubt. “Praise Atua!” There was no bitterness in speaking about Her. I rested the four effigies against the rear door, leaving it up to Angie on how she was going to arrange it. The bundles of rope also gathered on the wide table that once had my canvas. “Hmm.. Atua needs to do some finishing touches on them before I do the ritual, so let’s talk about the student council!” The fresh thoughts from those words hit me. Angie was the president, wasn’t she? And if that were the case, I’m the president too! Today is the luckiest day of my life! “What about it—“ The floor monitor burst into life before I could finish my sentence. A couple of robotic bear cubs, our captors promptly called Monokubs, sat on a couch and told us nighttime officially begun. Anyway, I returned to my question. “What do I do as president?” “Nothing much. We just establish rules based on what Atua wants.” Simple enough. The only people who have the best connection to Her are us, after all. Angie peered down again at the art, twirling a paintbrush. I didn’t have a lot to do in our lab, in contrast to all of her tasks. “I don’t have a lot to do. Maybe I could monitor the school with the other members? Since it’s night, everyone else needs to go back to their dorms, right?”

“Good idea! When you go, I’ll only open this door to the council, so knock and say who you are!” Interesting. I’ll have to pick up that habit as Angie whenever I go inside the lab to work.

Again, I skipped down the school and began my lonesome duty as the student council’s president. Wandering inside the school in silence was surreal. I really had no desires, to Atua’s and my delight. Looking at some of the research labs, I reminisced how they dramatically came when I used unique objects given by the Monokubs. Ah, no. That was Shuichi who did all the work! Memories of him walking around, placing them and seeing their formation, that was my imagination. Of course.

Outside the main school’s door, I decided to check the backyard behind the building. I walked down the dirt, unfinished path, hearing no cricket of bugs despite the grassy landscape surrounding me. Only the scratching of my white shoes brought me comfort, for each step was as angelic as Atua. When no one was inside the mossy structure or the courtyard in front of the dormitory, I left for the stairs leading to labs of more students.

Down there, I spotted a luxurious red door taunting me from across the stairs. It was the Shrine of Judgment, and inside was where the class trials that killed our friends were held. If I kept this up, as in reinforcing the council’s regulations for peace, then none of us would have to go to that forsaken place any longer. I wouldn’t have to use my previous talent as a detective, meaning I could live out my happy days here as an artist. With that reassurance, I looked around and spotted someone.

“Nyeh? Angie?” The Ultimate Magician, Himiko Yumeno, was standing on the oriental floor beams of the Ultimate Aikido Master’s lab. Noticing her small body, I walked to her with a grin.

“Ah! Hi, Himiko!” I extended my left hand up to wave. She had a look of puzzlement as she inspected my form, but nevertheless, I saw her jubilance to see me. Atua was truly a benevolent deity to make her, a person as lively as a mannequin, feel that emotion.

“I thought you’d be in your lab for the ritual..?” Did she not know there were two Angies? Assuming she didn’t, I fixed her black wizard-like hat and patted it. From that motion, her face contorted to a sly half-smile.

“I’ll go soon. You can go ahead first.” I ran my hands through her short, almost bowl cut, mildly long red hair.

“Sure. But I’m a little curious why you’re missing your necklace.”

“Huh? I lost it, that’s all.” I answered, bending my arm up so my was palm facing me. I couldn’t tell her the truth of my transformation; I insisted to myself that would be the real Angie’s responsibility.

“Oh, ok. Bye, then.”

With that, she went up and staircase and out of my sight, letting her jester-like shoes echo in the still night. Her comment, however, did not leave and remained in my mind. I really needed her accessories, because, at this rate, I would never fully be her. After finishing that thought, I headed right to another lab and inspected the interior and exterior for a decent thirty minutes to rummage through anything that could’ve been catalysts of desires. All I found, though, were just schematics of seemingly alien writing. I left with a vapid sting on my tongue. Considering I was done with surveying the school for people, I climbed up the staircase to go back to my lab.

“Hey. Are you Shuichi?” It was Maki Harukawa, the scary Ultimate Assassin now right in front of me! I said scary, yet I had a tinge of pity when I saw her. “Who that’s, I wonder?” She didn’t look very happy when I said that. Her body, which was in a red and black school uniform, was already facing sideways, head down, with a frown on her face, but now a dangerous aura burned the cold around her. To confirm something, she stared at my dark-skinned navel and sighed. My guess was correct as soon as she grabbed my shoulder with her thin pale hand, hellbent on taking me to the courtyard. Her rather long, dark brown hair was visible from my perspective, stretching down to her knees and only controlled with two maroon scrunchies. What a peculiar girl.

An array of stars illuminated the sky, stealing my attention I looked up to defy her. Their plentiful amount was all thanks to Atua, I thought. I suppose I took notice of them now to spite the assassin. “Don’t you think you should admire Atua’s stars?” “Don’t you think you should drop this delusional façade? Kaito told me everything.” My heart and body remained still for a split second. It hit me that I had sex with him practically moments ago. Suddenly, the stars I lost myself in threw me back to the surface. It didn’t fully occur to me what I did to Kaito, that I raped him. Ra.. Rape? No, that’s wrong! It was for Atua! Maki’s pulling stopped as she looked at me with deep crimson eyes. “Shuichi. We’re here.” I stood motionless on the courtyard, footwear soundless on the warm-colored tiles. There, on a bench shielded by an open-roofed cover, was the Ultimate Astronaut. “Yo, Shuichi.” Why.. why was he still lively? I had sex with him, didn’t I? Wasn’t he sick? My mind began racing, like a car on an open road. Atua disappeared from my senses as if driven out by the accursed truth. Kaito sat with an open smile, in his usual stance with one arm being inside his galactic purple jacket while the other hid under it, not actually inside. His unbuttoned, white school uniform was covering the shirt. As we all had spare clothing, he probably discarded the one I tore apart. “Let’s all sit on the grass. We can have a talk instead of training.” I didn’t ever train with them, but I knew Maki always outsped Kaito and me in push-ups. Dammit! I need to be Angie, not him! I sat on the grass with them, determined to persuade them Shuichi was no more. “Nyah-ahahaha!” I calmed myself with a boisterous laugh to their surprise, “Sorry, sorry! Me, Shuichi? Nuh-uh! What a lie!”

“What’s so funny?” Maki gave me a grave look, her face drowned in blue hatred. Kaito had to wrap his arm around her to remove the grimace.

He gave an arrogant thumbs-up at her, treating me as if I wasn’t there. Sat cross-legged, he didn’t dare to turn to me. “It’s fine, Maki Roll. I got this.” “What you said, I mean.” I returned to her statement. “Just look at me! Angie is Angie one hundred percent!” I flashed my robe, but it felt much too droopy for my liking. I wasn’t accustomed to these clothes, so why did I insist I was Angie? No, I can’t think like that. These two are trying to crawl into my mind.. and I don’t want them to see who I really am.

“Stop talking nonsense. If you’re Angie, what are your parents’ names?” Knees up to her chest, she inquired. I couldn’t answer that! Angie didn’t tell me because I was still learning to be her, so I repeated, “I’m definitely Angie, there’s no—“ “Do you just want to be her? Do you want to die?” Normally, that last statement tended to be a joke. For me, the phrase was borderline threatening my fragile life. Angie’s life.

Why didn’t I have my accessories? Because the real Angie only had.. why am I calling her real all this time? We’re both real Angies, aren’t we? I can’t be Shuichi.. but I can’t think of anyone else I could be.

“Shuichi wouldn’t have sex with Kaito! He’d feel bad! I.. I don’t at all! I loved it!” It was a mixture of the two juxtaposed emotions. That was actually more disgusting than pleasurable, now that I think about it. I’m not homosexual, so why would I..?

Dammit! I’m not a fraud, I have to be Angie!

“Shuichi, you don’t need to be afraid. You’re my bro. You’re Maki Roll’s bro too.” Maki had a thin smile of amusement. Seeing that hidden expression of happiness.. made me remember she was a human whose childhood was stripped away. But I still kept lying, excuses more hopeless than the Ultimate Supreme Leader’s jests.

“I’m not afraid! I have Atua.. and she says being Shuichi is imposs—” I never finished my lie, because Kaito struck my navel with a fist faster than the speed of light. I didn’t realize how short our distance closed in, but when he brought back his hand, I began wheezing in an unladylike manner. Moments ago, I sat with folded legs, but now I was bent over struggling to breathe.

“Kaito!” I saw that the pale girl ahead of me broke into a missable sweat, speeding over but stopping with no idea how to handle me.

My body was trembling, and trying to seize control only worsened it. I’ve felt this too many times to ignore it. Those times it happened.. was when I descended down to the trial grounds as Shuichi. No! I know I used to be him, but now—huh? That’s not right. Why was I denying it to begin, actually?

“I’ll make the impossible possible! If I’ve got to hit a girl, I’ll do it, but it’s Shuichi we’re talking about!” It was me.. me, Shuichi Saihara..

The real, not me, Angie’s loving grasp and words, the same aspects that brought me into that peaceful landscape, disappeared. Her lies of calling me Angie washed away as I regained some of my composure and breathing. I remember now. Hah.. I pitifully smiled at my own thoughts. Kaede was never Atua. Kaede was always in my heart as Kaede. It was Angie who corrupted that, with her seductive words. And her promise.. was that we’d all leave together. This was, and will never be a harmonic paradise. As I descended back into reality, all of the fluffiness dissipated into the clouds.

“I’m so sorry, K-Kaito..” Tears. Droplets of fear and misery had their final reign as they fell from my crying eyes, never to come back. The warmth from sexual exploits was replaced by tantalizing fire.

I was so afraid. So afraid of killing any more people with the truth that I gave up and tried to be someone else. In the back of my mind, I knew it wouldn’t work. But I tried.

“It’s okay to cry after what happened.” I thought he tried to avoid looking at me, but I was the one to avoid his gaze. All this time, he was shining with hope. I was an utter idiot for trying to think I could stay away from his cheerfulness. I had sex with Kaito! I masturbated as Angie! What was I thinking?!

My indecent memory of raping Kaito was more akin to a hallucination because I drowned out all logic by convincing myself meant ignoring reality. It didn't even feel like I was the perpetrator, but rather a spectator to the atrocity. Who was I anymore? I can’t be Angie. I just can’t. And I’ll never see myself in the mirror and say, “Oh, that’s me alright. Shuichi Saihara.” My mental health surely lowered from this.. How am I even sane?

“I can’t go back to myself.. I’ll never see myself in reflections again.” I put my hands on my face, feeling how foreign the overall structure of it was. This wasn’t my body. Angie was surely not going to reverse my form, and probably couldn’t anyway. I was going to be in her shadow forever, bearing an identity that will always be traced back to her.

“To not even know who you are.. we share common ground.” I could feel Maki’s presence next to my body, sighing as she spoke.

“Yeah, seriously! It sucks not to be you!” Kaito broke the depressing change of tone, taking my hands and moving them out of my face. I saw him take a stance and smash his fists together, opening his mouth and revealed his teeth. His eyebrows boosted confidence as he vented, “But the past is over! What you do now in Angie’s body matters most!”

“Now..?” I was sobbing less, cleaning my wet palms with Angie’s gaudy robe.

“Uh-huh! You’ve got to share your feelings with others, not bottle them up with a dumb persona! You won’t get strong that way!” His attitude spoke to both of us. Share my feelings.. that does sound better.

“Y-Yeah.” Rubbing the remains of my tears, I did my best to smile. Not an empty, blind smile, but one that held hope for the future.

“Surprising you only realize this now. I knew it. Angie really is dangerous.” She walked back to Kaito, brushing off a bit of side hair. Angie Yonaga.. just what was she to be able to drastically change me, physically and mentally?

Bringing her focus back to Kaito, she lightly shut her eyes, brought her head down, and muttered, “So the idiot has some merit. Now that we’re done here, let’s go back to your dorm to get you back into shape.”

She extended a hand, which I gratefully took. With the astronaut behind us, she led us to my room. I glanced at the pixelated image of myself. I will never forget who I am for all of the people who’ve died here. Repeating those words of wisdom, I unlocked the door and saw my housing, which of course was unchanged. Home sweet home.

Maki opened up the closet and began to pull out my normal clothes. While she did that, Kaito and I sat on my bed, me blankly gazing at the wall. The basic function of sitting became new again. Angie’s butt was perky for the worse.

“But you know, Kaito,” He looked at me, tilting his head to listen, “it didn’t feel bad to have no truths or worries, and a shoulder to lean on.” Atua was a fickle one. He was built to relate to all of our humanly needs, and he definitely succeeded in converting a decent chunk of us, including me.

“Shuichi. The truth is why we’re alive. I hate to sound greedy, but you wouldn’t want Kaede to survive thinking how all of us died for her, right? Blame those damn bears who forced us here. They killed Kaede and Kirumi.” Without hesitation, he pulled me close with a stern expression. When Maki looked back at us, we stepped out so she could put my clothes on the bedsheet.

“Get out, Kaito. I know you’ve seen him naked, but don’t turn that into a habit.” She pouted, pulling one side of her hair and stroking it. Was she.. blushing? Blushing at what?

“Alright. See you on the other side, bro!” He darted out the door, ending his goodbye the same moment the door was closed.

Maki sat down in the same place Kaito was in, squeezing the sheets below her with her hands. I didn’t feel as embarrassed to be alone with a girl, though I suppose turning into one helped me resolved that shyness.

“Hmph. Idiot.” She puffed and then tapped my hand, “So are you going to change back or not?”

“Oh, yeah, I will.” Her wine red eyes followed me as I prepared to strip.

The first on the list was this robe, much too open for comfort. My hand shook as I unraveled the yellow fabric, showing off my minuscule shoulders. On second glance, they appeared smooth to the touch. As I revealed my other shoulder, I couldn’t help but look in awe at their dainty stature. When I tapped them with my hand, even that was smooth. Realizing what I was doing, my cheeks reddened. This.. is a girl’s body.

“What are you doing?” Maki frowned, eyes in curiosity as mole under one of them followed.

“N-Nothing!” I exclaimed, taking cover my wrapping my arms around my body.

I wish the mere act of undressing remained simple. Angie’s figure was just too distracting! It was the equivalent of being reborn again, for I became a stranger to myself. Also, speaking of covering my body in embarrassment, my two breasts forced me to look down. The orbs were of a fine brown shade, and supple to indicate healthiness. I lived with a flat, pale chest all my life, and now I had two jewels to carry. My blush deepened, making me sweat. I tried looking up to avoid their sexual aura, but the quick jerk caused a jiggle that had me look back down and then back up. Why was I realizing my tempting assets now?!

“You’re embarrassed?” I closed my eyes and nodded, heat building up in my ears. She then asked, “Didn’t you do.. it..? With Kaito?”

“Y-Yeah, but it didn’t feel wrong at the time!” Even my crying was feminine, and it was especially casual unlike before.

“.. I’ll help, I guess. Close your eyes.” I followed her words, shutting them as hard as I could.

From there, I felt her body and its scent emit on all sides of my body. Something tugged at my upper chest in an attempt to undo Angie’s white bra. Thin fabric danced around my back until it was miraculously free, causing the pad-like cups on my busty chest to stick off. With my.. my nipples unleashed to the cold, I felt myself shiver to the sensation.

I distinctly felt the pair individually for they were apart of my body. As a man, the only extension of my body was really my genitalia. But now the sheer weight and mildly cold liberation forced my eyes to open just a tidbit; but from that instinctive glance down, I jolted my eyes in surprise. Black buds of undeniably erect nipples stood out from my tan boobs, sensitive to the touch. Maki, being behind me, couldn’t see my amazement. I did look at my assets occasionally when I came back to my senses, but I couldn’t help to glue my eyes on those succulent spheres. If I didn’t have a vagina, I would be hard down there instead of up here.

Wait, I have a vagina now? Memories of using it came back, including how I almost stuck Kaito’s thick cock into.. No! I do not want to be in this situation or remember my past sins! Trying to prevent the gun of man’s passion being shot, I threw my hands back to my breasts since they were raised before. It was too late, because the shot was already heard around the world. My hands, the ones Angie used when making art, felt my nipples poke at them. I froze, feeling lightheaded at them.

“What am I doing?!” I turned back and jumped on my bed, careful not to hit Maki as I dove headfirst and covered my embarrassment. Like a swimmer, I bent my legs up and down while slapping my cheeks. Through this, I realized how long my hair was, and how it tickled my fingers in its silver vastness.

“I haven’t enough taken off Angie’s panties.” She stopped for a second. “Well, maybe I don’t have to.”

“If you don’t, please don’t. I’d rather avoid looking down there for as long as possible.” I would either bring myself to look down there or be trapped in female undergarments. Either path inevitably turned me into a deeper pervert.

“‘Don’t be afraid.’ Kaito said that. To be blunt, get used to this body.” It seemed she preferred I see my new sex organ. Slowly rolling over to lay on my back, I came face to face with my dark-skinned breasts. Angie’s curvaceous ass was so disruptive, taking up more space than I wanted on the bed. There was no extent to my body temperature as I crossed my legs in growing embarrassment, Maki off the bed and preparing to take my panties off.

“Do it.. gently.” I begged, organizing my hair strands. I decided to adopt Maki’s way of toying with her own, taking one twintail and twirling it around. Speaking of that, was I going to style my hair like the real Angie?

Nevertheless, Maki crept downward to do the dirty deed. With her two hands, trained to kill, she did her best to keep me relaxed by holding onto the sides and softly pulling them. Her sluggish maneuver managed to be teasing as every second wanted me to do something, anything to stop feeling so empty. As she opened up my vagina to the cold, I swear the inner pink flesh puckered. Imagining it so left me with desires I would do best not to fulfill. Even with my obstructive pair, I saw the end as they touched my feet, the frilly parts leaving me vibrating in disbelief.

“Uh.. C-Can you tell me what it looks like down there?” As a man, I had to know. I thought it would be easy to spot, but raising my head provided nothing except shaven hair.

“A little wet. If you’re going to tell me to finger it next.. don’t.” The moisture tingling down there and urge in back of my head was equivalent to an erection, then. No longer would I feel anything grace my penis’ head as it stood full mast. Only the new hollowness in my crotch and the wide gap between my rounded thighs would be present when I masturbated.

“Put your own underwear and clothes on. They’re not new, so you shouldn’t be hesitant.” The set was adjacent to me, forcing me to reluctantly stand up. I think Angie’s footwear fell off when I threw myself on the bed, as my small feet touched the ground. I didn’t have to look down to feel the decreased space my feet covered, and in addition, the freezing temperature actually outlined its perimeter.

I finally reunited with my iconic clothing once I took my attention off my lower body. Most life aspects became new, but luckily these were unscathed. The black trousers were in conjunction with my same-colored, tight collared school uniform. I wasted no time in fitting my pants on, but I learned Angie was still present.

For one, our height difference proved obnoxious. My familiar pants reached down to my soles, and I had trouble fitting them around my wide waist. When I tried to put on my white undershirt, the same applied as it shrouded part of my legs. The black uniform became more wrinkled, only retaining its stiffness on my sizable chest. I had to pull my twintails out, unsure of what to do with them.

It was jarring to think of my new form, considering the bleakness of the jet black colors in contrast to my browner skin and long hair. And plus, it wasn’t attire suitable for my gender either. I pulled through, despite the laughable differences, because this was my prized outfit that I don’t want to lose again. Maki was focused on Angie’s panties for the duration and turned to me after I finished.

“They’re just different from my side-tied panties. Not graceful at all.” She set them on my shelf with the plethora of hidden Monokumas.

“.. Good to know.” I closed my eyes, then unleashing my mouth to comment, “You can call Kaito back in.”

She opened the door, calling out his name for a second before he appeared from the corner. He brushed off some debris from his light purple pants before looking at me, and then smiled like he did all those other times.

“Looking good! Now you’re back in business!” His contagious smile and thumbs-up made another appearance. I was fond of the gesture now and gave my own satisfied look.

“Thanks, Kaito. You too, Maki.”

“Of course. Since this dilemma sprang up, we might as well train tomorrow.” Maki offered, lacking her set of emotions. We’d eventually see that side of her, Kaito and I. That was a promise I made to him, and I’m not going to break it.

“Well, Maki Roll’s not wrong one bit.” He grabbed her arm without warning, shouting, “Let’s go!”

On the other, less excited hand, she told me, “I have to warn you of monthly periods. They’re terrible.” Oh.

“Hey, leave on a good note. Alright! You’re Shuichi Saihara before anything else. Never forget that! Catch ya later!” Pulling a red-tinted Maki by the shoulder, romantically at that, the door was shut one final time. Maybe we were starting to get into her.

Turning to my bed, I decided to gather Angie’s clothes and hang them up in my closet as a memento. She changed my life for the better and worse. With spirit, I collapsed on my sentimental mattress in its splendor. In the course of a single day, I became Angie, dabbled in sex, and cried at the truth. I was looking forward to the future, to the end of this killing game. The present was my stepping stone of hope. Tomorrow, I’ll tell Angie I won’t be hers or Atua’s. Tomorrow, I’ll show everyone who I am now and that they should still treat me as the Ultimate Detective.

My vision began to distort, making way for a well-needed slumber. Before, though, I had one thought. It’s alright to be me after all. Shuichi Saihara.

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