Welcome to my third fanfic, LIVING IN YOUR SHOES
Welcome to my third fanfic, LIVING IN YOUR SHOES
What happens when your jerk of a boss takes over your body? What do you do when you're living in his? Ichigo and Ryou switch bodies due to a failed experiment! A fun-filled week of pure torture as Ichigo tries her best to make everything seem normal. But how can she when she tries to keep Ryou from touching her body? Ichigo x Ryou
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Living in Your Shoes, Chapter 1
.:Body Switch:.
I want my breasts back!
"Are you sure this will work?" The strands of ruby red hair slapped her forehead as she jumped at the loud rumble of the humming machine. She stood under a strange metallic arch that had wires emerging from the right side, linking to the large computer found in the lab of the Cafe Mew Mew basement.
Ryou rolled his blue-eyes at the girl for her suspicions. "I already told you. Keiichiro and I have been working on this machine for months. We've worked out every possible kink and the calculations have been long perfected."
The nervous girl shot a glance at Keiichiro, the co-founder and chef of the cafe. He gave her a silent reassuring nod.
"But..." the 17-year-old blue-eyed entrepreneur mused, "you really don't have to go through with this, seeing how you must really enjoy flaunting that cat tail around your boyfriend."
"What?! I do NOT flaunt it around." The angry girl lifted her hands to her hips. Certainly, her sweet and incredibly perfect boyfriend Masaya did admit to liking her fluffy black feline ears and tail, naming her his koneko, and maybe she really did enjoy it when he brought his hand against them gently causing her to purr with extreme pleasure, and maybe...
"Baka, stop drooling." The blond said with a shudder. The girl was jerked back to reality, eyes scanning her surroundings as she tried to make sense of where she was. Wait a minute...did he just...?
"Hsssssgak." After releasing a threateningly growl that resembled a hissing wildcat gagging on its saliva, she seethed her words menacingly through her gritted teeth. "You called me a BAKA!" She pointed a finger accusingly at the unaffected blond. "I am NOT an IDIOT!"
"Okay, Keiichiro. Do it." Ryou turned to the brunet, barely acknowledging Ichigo's response.
"W-Wait!" The girl said nervously, anxiety overwhelming the need to beat down her pompous boss. "I-I'm not ready!" She chirped to stop the brunet from switching the machine on.
"Oh? So you want to have cat genes forever?" Ryou said with his arms crossed. He tapped his finger against his arm impatiently.
Ichigo pouted, face flushed red from anger as she held in the urge to scream at the smug blond. If Keiichiro hadn't warned her ahead of time about the fragile components of the new device, she would have long released her full blown dramatic shrills of Ichigo rage. She knew better than to send those powerful sound waves toward the delicate glass lens found hanging at the center of the arch, propped up against the two sides of the arch legs as a single source of light was positioned at the keystone of the metallic machine.
Keiichiro watched the two and sighed. Maybe it would have been wiser to keep Ryou out of the room, though being the scientist behind the construction of the machine, both of the owners of the cafe knew that his presence was necessary. The chef turned to face the sputtering redhead, offering her a kind smile as he spoke. "Momomiya-san. This machine may be the only way to completely change you back. We've worked very hard so that you girls can resume normal lives without infused animal DNA. We certainly can't guarantee anything 100 percent as it can't be tested, but understand this: we have done everything we could to perfect it, even if there are no previous test subjects available."
Ryou looked away, the muscles at his forehead tightening as he brought the arches over his eyes together. "We tried it on me, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Most probably because the animal DNA hadn't properly infused with mine, like the rest of you girls. I..." His voice trailed off, before he took a breath and continued speaking. "I wasn't an appropriate test subject." He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching them into fists as he silently cursed himself for being so useless.
The girl slumped to the ground, still beneath the device, curling into a ball as she brought her knees against her face. "Just- give me a moment okay?" She dug her head into her arms that settled lightly over her knees. This had been what she wanted all along, wasn't it? Hadn't she hated having to hide those ears? Hadn't she hated having to repress her excitement in order to keep those things from popping out?
Ichigo sighed and slowly lifted her head as her eyes focused at the large screen in front of her. She slid her limp arms against her side, feeling a heavy burden stifling her; her head once again drooped down towards the floor, it was harder to keep it up than she had thought it would be.
She felt a warm hand pressed against her shoulder, bringing her attention to the blond who tapped her gently. He wore a solemn expression to her slight surprise. She had half expected him to reply with a snide remark about her fears over nothing, but looked up only to find his azure blue-eyes asking for trust. Sure, he was an irritating boss whose sole purpose in life was to work her to death, but when it came to the Mew Project, he was always serious.
"Okay." She muttered, getting up. She watched the blond step back and turned to look at an equally grim brunet who no longer smiled as he so often did. "I'm ready."
With that, Keiichiro entered some commands into the computer. The three of them held their breaths as the brunet brought a single finger to the 'ENTER' key.
The keystone of the arch lit up a brilliantly bright yellow light, shooting it through the lens beneath it to magnify it and spread the particles of light through the body of the untransformed Iriomote catgirl. Ryou and Keiichiro brought an arm over their brow as they tried to make out the scene before them.
The silhouette of Ichigo flickered between her normal human self and her other Mew Ichigo self, constantly switching back and forth as Ryou watched the appearance and disappearance of the black outline of those familiar cat features.
And then it went black. The gigantic monitor still emitted a dim light, but after the blinding warm light had flowed through the lab, the room now seemed utterly dark, even with the slight glow of the screen. Ryou stepped forward, squinting cautiously.
"IT DIDN'T WORK!" Ichigo screeched from the darkness in front of the blond. He took a step forward, trying to see what had happened. And then suddenly, a hand came out of nowhere.
"You failure of a scientist!" She grabbed Ryou by the arm, pressing two fingers to the sides of his elbow. Having retained her cat DNA, she could see perfectly well in the dark. She pulled him closer to trap him in for the incoming punch.
Ryou felt the rush of wind of the approaching fist and motioned to dodge it.
And then there was a flash of light. The keystone shot another beam of light through the lens, bathing Ichigo and Ryou. A violent rush of wind breathed through them. It only lasted a second before the lab once again gave way to darkness.
"OWW!" Ichigo cried, raising a hand against her burning face. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Her eyes went wide as the normal light of the room returned. "Why the hell is my voice so deep?" She clutched her throat, briefly brushing by her sturdy chest. Her...firm, toned, muscled chest?
"OH MY GOD!!" She brought her hand up as she stared at the floor in panic, desperately patting her hands against it. Where...where were her breasts?! "SHIROGANE!" She yelled through her masculine voice. She immediately clutched her throat, trying to retain any amount of femininity left in her voice. Her eyes searched the room and finally settled on a gaping Keiichiro, but her blond boss was nowhere to be found.
"Shirogane! Come out this instant!" She attempted to shriek, but it came out as a hoarse, cracked voice. "You turned me into a- a... a man!" She physically cringed at the word. Oh good god, what would Masaya think?!
"Akasaka-san!" the she-man exclaimed with utter urgency. "What on Earth happened?" Keiichiro only continued to stare with his lower jaw dropped.
"Ow." Ichigo heard a soft whimper and turned her attention towards the voice. The girl lay motionless for the most part, with one hand twitching as she began to stir. Her hair was red like Ichigo's once was. At this, transformed-male-Ichigo made a mental note to destroy the source of all her troubles for taking away her beautiful ruby red hair, but before that, the she-man – she cringed yet again—decided to help the girl before beginning her rampage against her boss who had disappeared.
Ichiguy (yes, that is not a typo), bent down against the ground and offered a hand to the girl who lay on her side, face completely hidden from view by her hair. That girl looked a little like her, transformed Ichigo thought, before her eyes darted away from the fallen body towards her own outstretched arm. She pulled it back immediately, shocked to see her strong, muscled arm. Well, at least her guy form was in shape, right? Ugh. Ichiguy fell on her elbows, strands of hair poking into her eyes as she pounded on the floor. "I want my breasts back!" she shrieked or rather, growled in a stern, resonating tone.
"And where the hell is Shirogane?" she muttered helplessly as she continued banging the floor with her fists. The burning sensation against her cheek caught her attention. She had briefly forgotten about it at her shocking discovery of her lean, muscled, and not at all feminine body, but now she noticed it. She slumped onto the ground face down, settling on the floor beside the girl as she rubbed her palm against her cheek.
Where had that hand come from? She was certain she felt someone's knuckles speed across her face. A few inches over and that fist would have made direct contact.
The girl beside her moved her head slightly. She turned to face the transformed Ichigo as she groaned at the impact she had made against the ground when the sudden force of her punch at thin air (though it had managed to graze something warm) caused her to fall forwards; inertia had pulled her forward, even when she had wanted to stop. The redhead opened her eyes, having kept them closed even when she had turned around.
"..." The two stared at each other in complete silence, azure blue-eyes meeting the fiery russet ones.
"OH MY GOD!" The silence was first broken by the blue-eyed Ichiguy. "I HAVE A TWIN!"
THUD! Keiichiro had fallen off his swivel chair. Though he could not find the words to speak yet, he continued to stare at the two figures on the floor. The brunet was the only one in the room who truly understood the situation.
The russet eyes widened at the words. "Me too!" The redhead shrieked. "OH MY GOD!" Her shrill voice echoed in the lab, cracking the lens above them slightly. "Why the hell do I sound like THAT BAKA?!" And then just as suddenly, the girl brought her head into her two hands, groaning as she fought away the oncoming headache.
"I'm not a BAKA!" Ichiguy yelled as she brought a hand to her burning cheeks.
"Then why did you punch yourself, baka?"
Ichiguy narrowed her eyes at her twin's face for a brief moment into a glare. "Shirogane?" Then finally hearing herself speak normally for once since she had woken up and not in her screams, she lifted her hands against her face. This voice, it sounded so familiar...
Her fingers traced the side of her face, all the way up to her silky hair. Wow, she had nice hair. But that being beside the point, transformed Ichigo returned her attention to her supposed twin.
Her face lost all color, contrasting even more greatly to the strawberry colored hair hanging across her forehead. The girl suddenly jolted upright and grabbed onto the dazed she-man.
"BAKA!" She hissed. "Why'd you pull me into the arch with you? Are you an idiot?!" She grabbed at Ichigo's broad shoulders, shaking her firm torso repeatedly. Then finally breathing a heavy sigh, she released her grip, bringing a hand to her forehead to rub her temples.
"She-rogane, Shichigo? Or is it Shiroga-me?" Transformed Ichigo considered as she brought an index finger to her cheek, suddenly shuddering at the contact of her firm jaw line. The redhead, transformed Ryou, glared at her. The speaker ignored the stare and continued. "If you're me, then who am I?"
Ichiguy tilted her head, more confused than ever.
"Me."
"Say what?"
"You heard me, Strawberry."
The confused Ichigo watched as Ryou's borrowed russet eyes scanned over body.
"Ew, don't do that. It's creepy seeing me check me out." She shuddered in all her manliness. Then bringing her eyes down, she saw the familiar crumpled black vest and white pants.
"Ohh my Mew Aqua." She brought her hand to her head, viciously pulling on masses of hair.
"Hey, leave my hair out of it."
"As soon as you change me back!" She-man growled, pointing a finger against her prior body.
"It was your fault for pulling me in there with you!"
Ichiguy, aka Ichiryou, sprang up on her borrowed two feet, previous anger remembered. "Look, I don't care how you do it, just CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT NOW." She screamed, deep voice booming through the lab.
"Um...that's not possible" The blond and redhead spun around, glaring at Keiichiro.
Transformed Ryou rose to his dainty feet as he stormed toward the brunet chef. "Keiichiro!" he hissed. "Why not?" He-woman demanded to know.
"Look Momomiya-san," Keiichiro began to say before catching himself. "Ryou, I mean..." His voice was just beginning to crack slightly as his cheeks tensed up tightly. "That haha-ehem" he forced his curving lips back down, as he stifled the sudden breath that wanted to explode from his chest, "...is beheehee –ehem- BEcause, youbrokethelens" He said all in one shot, before he erupted into a fit of laughter. "AHAHAHA!"
"I, what? Keiichiro?" Ryouchigo placed his arms on his thin waist, glaring at the Keiichiro who now avoided his stare.
Ichiguy stormed over with the urge to kick Ryou, though she controlled it as she was very conscious that it was her body that he was occupying. "He said that you broke the lens!" Her resonating voice fought over the sound of the brunet's chuckles. She glared at her own body through the blue-eyes that were once Ryou's.
Ryouchigo groaned, settling himself on a seat next to the shaking brunet, who now hid his head within his arms. "AHAHAHAHAHA-"
"Oh god strawberry," he winced at his girly voice. "How do you deal with this thing?" He shuffled uncomfortably in the skirt, as he felt something ride up the narrow space between his plush behind. And why did the chairs feel so cold? He shifted a little in his seat and turned around to see the skirt opened around him. No wonder why his butt felt so cold. His nearly bare bottom had touched the seat directly.
As soon as Ichiguy saw what the redhead was doing, she immediately ran over to sit beside him, grabbing his hands before they strayed too far. "NO touching!" She warned, snarling through her teeth.
"But Strawberry," Ryouchigo whined (to his own annoyance) "this thing is riding up my butt! God, now I understand why you're so whiny all the time." He slipped his dainty hand out of Ichiguy's grip, motioning to fix the wedgie.
"I SAID!" The blond growled threateningly. "NO touching!" She reached out and grabbed her own soft hand with Ryou's.
"How do girls even deal with panties?! God I'm gonna go up and change into some boxers." The redhead said in exasperation. Transformed Ryou stood up, hands still held by the figure of himself sitting before him.
He looked at the blond and raised an eyebrow. "You gonna let go or what?"
"No way. Who knows what kind of things a perv like you would do to my body?"
"So you're just gonna hold my hands all day long in front of the Mews?"
"Uh."
"And in front of that Aoyama if he drops by."
"No!" The blue-eyed Ichigo finally released her grip, crying in desperation. What was she going to do about Masaya?
"Later guys." The redhead said coolly, expression blank as he went for the door. Before Ryouchigo could leave the lab however, he felt a hand grasping his wrist, pulling him back inside.
He looked up at the figure, disgusted by the look of pleading that he saw expressed on his usually calm face. "Let go of my hand," Ryou warned through Ichigo's sweet voice.
"You mean my hand" He heard his own voice rumble as the strawberry wrenched his face into the most unusual expression. "Whatever." He groaned, after hearing her voice reverberate through his ears.
"She-rogane" Ichiguy cried half mocking and half pleading. "I promise it really isn't all that bad. Panties I mean." The blond looked away from the cold russet eyes, her once pale cheeks now flushed with color. "It's just..." she continued after a moment of hesitation and bent down low to whisper in his ears. "...thongs are a little different."
"You...wear...thongs?" The redhead squeaked. Ryou felt his cheeks grow warm. Oh god...so underneath this frilly dress, she had on just a flimsy bit of string all this time?!
POP! Enter Kitty Ryouchigo.
The blond stared at the cat features of the redhead, forgetting her previous thoughts of embarrassment as a new realization hit her. "YOU PERV!" She screamed in Ryou's husky voice.
Ryouchigo was soon to recover however. After giving a slight cough and smoothing out his red hair, though he cursed silently at the cat ears still present, he spoke. "Oh? So you're always thinking perverted thoughts when you get these things?"
"N-No!" Ryou watched himself sputter. "Not always." He heard a soft mutter, though Ichigo probably hadn't realized he heard. Ryouchigo groaned inwardly; Ichigo had probably heard all his little comments muttered under his breath all those times. The cat ears were useful even if they were a little annoying sometimes.
"Anyway," The blond spoke again while avoiding Ryou's questioning russet eyes "this is exactly why I said no touching you perv!"
"Um..." Keiichiro interjected, catching both of their attention. "I just ordered the broken part." He spoke carefully and as slowly as he could in order to delay what he would have to say next. "It'll take about a week to arrive."
"A week?!" they both shrieked in unison. The redhead repeatedly attacked the wall with his head, while the blond mindlessly muttered "no, no, no" under her breath, failing to notice the temporary occupant of her body injuring her head.
"Until then, I suggest we keep this to ourselves." Keiichiro was smiling despite the gravity of the situation. It was a strained smile as he forced the muscles on his face to relax, repressing another eruption of laughter.
"God no. I have to stay a woman for a week?!" Ryouchigo's shrill voice pierced through the air. "Damnit, this blasted excuse for lingerie is just so—ARGH" He reached over the hem of the skirt, ready to readjust the thong.
"OH, no you don't! Mister, put your hands where I can see them!" Ichiguy warned, grabbing at Ryouchigo's wrist once again.
"Strawberry," the transformed Ryou sighed in defeat. It really was no use to try to struggle under his own grip with the Strawberry's strength. "I know I know. No touching right?"
The blond nodded fervently, strands of golden hair slapping at her cheeks.
"Then just how, pray tell, are we going to shower?"
"..."
Forgive me for being greedy, but I'm going to require 10+ reviews before the next update. Why 10 you may ask? Well because I don't think I will be updating this that often since I'm planning to finish Unspoken Words first. I will probably update this once in awhile, which gives you readers plenty of time to reach 10!
Would you prefer a shorter story(like 6 chapters) or a longer one(15 chapters +)?
Til next time, on Living in Your Shoes!