Jaune Arc wasn't the best warrior ever born. In fact he probably wasn't even close to be a so-so warrior at Beacon, an academy that reunited some of the best fighters in Remnant. He didn't even have an idea what his Semblance was yet. But Jaune was his team's leader, and he was dedicated to that. His tactical abilities always brought great results for team JNPR and thanks to Pyrrha's training, he wasn't a liability as big for his team anymore and he was quite proud of it.

But one thing that Jaune had more than most was courage and loyalty. He would never betray or abandon a friend. That is what made him confront Cardin and wear a dress at the dance for Pyrrha. And that is why he was rushing towards his partner at full speed while a Deathstalker was ready to impale her with his poisonous tail.

Today's assignment was supposed to be simple. Just take pictures and film Grimm while not being noticed, Prof. Peach asked. Jaune knew it was to both collect data as it was to train the students in more stealth approaches to the Grimm. Everything was going well (despite Nora's energetic approach to, well, everything). But the Deathstalker was buried in the ground and Pyrrha stepped on it by accident. Now she was on the ground after the sudden attack and unable to counter as the Grimm-scorpion was readying his poisonous sting.

"Ren, get Pyrrha after I strike, Nora, blow the tail off!"

Jaune's orders were always simple and easy to understand. He readied his shield and rushed towards the Deathstalker side. He intended to bash it and distract it enough so Ren could pull Pyrrha out of the way and Nora readied Manghild in grenade launcher mode, waiting her chance to explode the poisonous stinger off. Then they would be able to fight easier if they didn't have to deal with the poison.

But I need to pull this stunt off!

Jaune knew if he wasn't strong enough or fast enough nothing of his plan would work. Time seemed slow for him. He could see Pyrrha's frightened face while looking the Deathstalker looming over her and his tail slowly moving preparing the attack. Jaune needed to be faster, he needed to be stronger. He knew he could not lose his partner and best friend. He was the leader of his team; he would do the impossible to protect them if he needed to.

You are an Arc, you hold the Flame…

For a moment Jaune thought he heard a familiar woman's voice, but he needed to save the red haired girl and have no time to wonder. He didn't notice he was channeling his Aura like Pyrrha trained him. He didn't notice the soft white glow around him turning in white flames enveloping him, his sword and shield, nor did he notice he was running faster than before.

The shield bashed on the Deathstalker side, but the creature did not lose its balance. Instead it was pushed back by Jaune like it weighted nothing, to the surprise of his team. Jaune didn't notice he was still running until he and the Grimm fell off the nearby cliff. The fall wasn't very big, and Jaune rolled and readied as the Deathstalker focused on him.

The Deathstalker tried to sting Jaune, but the knight raised his shield and deflected the powerful attack like it had no weight, or like his own arm was made of steel. Jaune needed to defeat it or at least stall it long enough to his team to come to his help. But Jaune felt proud he was able to save Pyrrha, at least he had one heroic act under his belt now.

You cannot die…

Jaune swung his sword upwards, hitting the Deathstalker's face. The white flame rushed across the Grimm's body and for what seemed to last an eternity the Grimm didn't move. And then the creature felt split in half, to Jaune's surprise. He defeated the Deathstalker alone, thanks to his recently awoken Semblance. He smiled to himself while catching his breath, his body still surrounded by the white flames.

"I did it… I DID IT!"

He started to jump in relieve and happiness, and then he grabbed his scroll. He needed to let his friends know he was safe. But as soon as he grabbed the scroll he noticed something was not right. His reflection was weird. He activated the scroll's front camera and looked at his face and was utterly shocked.

"Wait… that is not me…"

He looked at himself. His clothes changed. His snickers were now snicker-boots, his jeans became shorts and he was wearing a violet sash on his waist. His sword was now longer and wider, with a violet tint on the blade, golden runes inscribed on the blade. The shield also was bigger and now had a design that remembered him of leaves, also with a violent tint, the double crescent symbol in its middle. Even his armor was now violet tinted.

But the biggest changes were on Jaune himself.

I BECAME A GIRL?!

He started touching himself. One thing that was supposed to be between his legs was gone and two things that weren't supposed to be on his chest were there. His voice was now definitely feminine, and he was now shorter a few inches and slender. And he was terrified.

"OK, how? Am I dreaming? Did the Deathstalker poison me? No, I would have felt the hit and I have not a scratch… Am I hallucinating? I mean I used my Semblance and I know some people change physically, like Yang's eye color…"

Jaune suddenly realized. His Semblance! He wasn't sure what it did, but it clear changed everything about and on him. He was startled as he never knew of a Semblance doing such drastic things as completely changing the nature of its owner and his equipment. He only knew he was in a panic and had no idea how to fix it.

"Nonononono! How I undo this? Oh god if Yang discovers this she will tease me to no end! And what I tell my team? Or my friends? Or my family! I am sure my sisters would love it but nonono! They will be even more of a tease than Yang! Dad and Mom would shrug it off but my sisters? And that is goodbye love life! I mean, I am sure some girls would like it but nononono! I want to be me! Nothing wrong being a girl, I mean, all my friends are girls that can kick serious ass. And Ren, but he is also pretty girly. Not that is wrong. And he kick ass. But I don't want to become a girl by some type of freaking accident! I don't even know how to girl!"

Jaune started to breathe heavily trying to calm down, as his aura finally started to stop. He needed to talk with prof. Goodwitch or Ozpin. Damn, even prof. Port was an option now. They would know how to fix this mess and Jaune would have another weird tale to tell in the future, that is, if he was ever going to. If he could really fix this. Then he heard the last thing he wanted to hear right now.

"Jaune! What happened?!"