The glimmer of the rising sunlight fazes through the window pane and shines over his eyes, forcing him to wake up from the bright glittering sun. Shizuo yawns as he stretches out. He slowly gets up from the white cushion-like bed and yawns in a sleek, faintly feminine tone. This surprises Shizuo. As he slowly gets up. His body felt…'odd'…He notices his skin is paler and smooth than how he last remembered they were. He also notices he wears nothing but female underwear and a loose tanktop that covers his c-cup chest. He stuttered weakly. Even more surprised that he sound more like a Russian female than a brutish skinny male.
Dumbstruck of this bodily sensation. Shizuo quickly stumbles out of the bed. He quickly notices that the whole room is not his. It is more fancy looking and somewhat more spacious than his, somewhat expensive looking for an apartment. He quickly rushes to the nearby Wash-room. He quickly hit the light switch on. To his total shock, he does not see his reflection staring back at him in the mirror in front. Rather, he sees a beautiful, thin woman with lighter blonde hair and pale blue eyes.
"Vo-Vo-Vorona?" Shizuo stuttered, even sounding just like her. Only with more emotional effort in the tone.
Shizuo stumbles out of the washroom. All confused of whatever just happened. How did I end up in her? Why am I in her? Why am I here? Where is my real body? are some of the many thoughts that are circling around his head. He notices a folded paper on a nearby desk. He flips it open, there is a written note on it.
"Shizuo Heiwajima
Sorry for the short notice, but there is something that has come up and I really needed our body to do such, so my employees has arranged a temporary body-swap via brain transplant in order for this to be successful…I'll be back for three days. Clothings are on the closet. I suggest you wear those that are ready prepared for you…
-Vorona"
Shizou sighed, now that he got the answers he was looking for. It didn't make his situation feel any better. He is in the body of a woman. A Russian hit-woman to be exact. He just can't get any used to this situation. Then he notices the words on the notes. He, or rather, she eyeballs right on the nearby closet. He approaches it and opens the doors wide. He blushes red as he sees the cloths 'Vorona' specified about.
It took Shizuo a while. But he finally manages to get into the clothing Vorona prepared for him. Her signature white, black and orange trimmed bodysuit. The sensation of the tight suit over her body makes it even harder for Shizuo to get used to.
"Sheesh Vorona…Why you want me to wear something so tight?" Shizuo sighed weakly.
As he tries to adjust his mind on ignoring the tight sensation of the suit, Shizuo pulls the door open. Noticing that he holds the broken door over his head.
"Hmmm…When they mentioned brain transplant, guess I still got my strength problems…" she thought to herself.
As she gently places the door to make it look like it wasn't torn out by some beast, Shizuo, or Vorona as he has to go by for now begins to make a text message to Tom.
"In this body…All I can do is go around with Tom while making sure nobody know it is me…" She sighed in thought.
Sooner or later, Shizuo won't know, but she will get into trouble. Though it is a wonder if she'll react if anyone will ruin her even more so if she encounters Izaya in a crazy coincidence.
"I'll just hope I won't meet up with the bastard..."