Waking Up As Naruto Uzumaki

So I guess I should start out by telling you about my life before this happened. I was... Oh, god... was! A woman in my late thirties. I was about 4'8" with a slightly muscular build. I was slender, but not thin, you know?

My hair was a dull copper color, like a dark reddish, but still on this side of being called brunette. And yeah, the carpet matched.

Any time I would feel, well, anything, I would jump on my treadmill. So my legs got beefed. My calves were a little too big, and my thighs while not fatty wouldn't fit in most jeans with my waist size. I had the thigh gap some guys like... But I had no butt to mention. It was as flat as my stomach.

My real redeeming feature in the looks department, had to be my breasts. They were firm, not as soft as some of the women I've felt up, but they were also round and didn't hang as much either. Depending on the brand I could fit into a C or D bra pretty comfortably. And while I didn't really need the bra to keep them up, I would usually wear one to keep them still while I ran or to keep my nipples from showing.

Sometimes I would go without one intentionally to show them off. I had fun with that.

I was married once. But I guess he thought he could do better.

The only thing I got out of the marriage was the puppy we bought together. We got her because her fur was close to the same color as my hair.

I know she's a type of spaniel, but I don't know which specific one. She has these long ears with curly fur on them. They always look like a mess. The rest of her fur lays flat.

I named her Gingersnap.

God do I miss her. I would give anything to have her back now. I cried on her almost every day after my divorce. She was always ready to comfort me. She didn't even seem to mind when I snotted... Though, I was the one who would clean it out of her fur.

I had a great job. I was a programmer at a software company. The name of the company doesn't mater. I'm not even in the same world anymore.

But I guess one public breakdown was enough to ruin that.

After that I worked nights in a convenience store.

I had a lot of good friends too.

But it turns out slashing your ex-husband's tires is a felony offense. He dropped the charges on the condition that I replaced the tires. He's got a restraining order now.

But I earned it, and damn me if I'm not proud of it.

Anyway that's how I began my life as a shut-in homebody. I only ever left my apartment to go to work. I even get my groceries there. So I guess it was a convenient store after all. My apartment complex has a laundry facility so I usually do them on my nights off. If no one is awake and down there.

I started watching shows online. Mostly things that a bunch of my coworkers at my last job told me to watch. Game of thrones, the walking dead, and anime.

I fell in love with anime. And I guess now, that was my saving grace. I certainly wouldn't have been able to cope with this situation if I hadn't recognized the world I'm now in.

I found that my favorite characters were like my best friends. Picolo, Gohan, Chad, Grimjaw, Zoro, Gajeel. I always seemed to like the side guys best. Now I'm not a one way girl... In fact, while I like men well enough to have married one, I prefer women, my dream is to have a harem like I'm in some kind of ecchi.

And with my love of anime came my introduction to fanfictions... I read so many of them I can't even count them. But some stood out to me. One author actually stood out more than the others. He had so many idea's and concepts of chakra mechanics and he was always so animated when he spoke of them.

And he's a fellow divorcee. So he understood some of what I went through. We shared some conversations and then it's like he dropped of the edge of the planet. We never met in person, but I think he was the one who motivated me to try my hand at it... but what I wrote got removed for being too explicit. Hell, the name of it gave it away. Bedroom jutsu's. It didn't even last a full day.

As it turns out, a lot of what he came up with actually worked when I tried to put it to use... but I'll get to that later. I have to thank him for the idea's he gave me and apologize for spoiling anything he may have wanted to be a big secret. But it turns out some of that helped me. His were simple stories. And this... this was as real to me as Gingersnap.

I went to bed that night with a high fever telling myself that if it wasn't down in the morning I would go to urgent care. Gingersnap lay beside me whimpering as if she had been scolded for something. My last words to my only real friend were that she was a good girl and I would see her in the morning...

My last words to my best—no only friend, were a lie.

Waking up was a splitting migraine.

Even then I knew things weren't right.

The bed felt wrong.

I had one of those memory foam mattresses. This was a spring mattress and one of the springs had come out. I didn't know the implications of this detail at the time and simply forced my eyes open.

The apartment was worse.

I thought I had been abducted or something and began to panic. I was ready to scream and try to force my way outside, but when I tried to get up my legs didn't work. Well really they did work, they were just not my legs.

I ended up on the floor.

It wasn't as spartan as I would have thought, and it was cleaner than I should have expected. But at the time I hadn't realized yet exactly where I was. I quickly looked around the room to make sure no one heard me fall and seeing that the apartment was empty, looked down at the legs that I couldn't operate correctly.

They weren't my legs.

Oh god!

These legs belonged to a child!

Where were my sculpted calves? My calloused feet? Why was I dressed in boxer shorts!?

I needed answers and couldn't explain any of it! I finally just panicked. I had a meltdown right then. This wasn't real, it couldn't be, right?

I was in someone else's body! And now I was snotting all over it. Shaking and hyperventilating and sobbing in fear. All I needed now was Gingersnap to come climbing into my lap and offering to lick up my tears and snott.

Was she even okay?

With that thought the snotting caught it's second wind.

After I had cried myself out, I decided to at least find out who I was now. So I got up and looked for a mirror. On my way to the bathroom I pulled out the boxer shorts to check my gender at least...

I had a penis.

Holding my breath to suppress the panic and mortification at having just peeked on myself, I made it to the mirror and saw my face.

A face with six whiskers, three on each side. reaching up to touch it I realized they weren't whisker marks like every one always wrote about. They were lines, grooves in his skin. Not just marks of color, but divots that were...

Very sensitive...

Shaking myself to alleviate the sensations, I finally realized exactly who I was. I had not only been sent to another world, but I was the main frigging character!

So I spent most of the morning trying to either wake up from the dream or undo the hallucination. I refused to leave the apartment for fear of leaving my apartment in reality and doing something embarrassing. When nothing seemed to change other than the angle of the sun, I finally tried to come to grips with the world I was in.

I mean, it wasn't like I was completely lost.

I knew my body's name. I knew the name of the village. I even knew the future! Judging from his size, I would say Naruto should be graduating soon.

Or... Already had.

On his bedside table was a metal plate bound in cloth. This was the forehead band that ninja wore.

That gave me a small jolt.

And now I actually looked at his place. This wasn't what the fan fictions always wrote about, and I never got much screen time in his apartment on the anime.

It was mostly clean, and it had some decorations in it. A small house plant, a bit of furniture, nothing screaming vandalism or sabotage.

Then I checked his closet. I was expecting it to be full of orange, but it was empty.

So, in search of the missing cloths, I check his washer. It was small compared to the ones in the real world, but it looked like it would hold a full load.

And bingo, one orange jumpsuit, and a black tee, as well as a change of underwear.

No socks though. Until now I hadn't realized it, but in his sandals Naruto is barefoot.

These couldn't be the only clothes he owned right?

After going through the rest of his apartment to... well, snoop I guess, I concluded that those actually were his only cloths.

I decided to go ahead and shower...

Or actually, it was my bladder that decided I needed to do something and since I didn't have a clue how to operate my current bladder release valve I wanted to practice without making a mess.

Don't tell anyone... It was embarrassing enough having to do it, not to mention gross.

But on the bright side I no longer needed to worry about my cycle. Or menopause...

Well, I might actually get along in this world after all.

I was half way through the shower, using the shampoo sparingly because I had always read Naruto couldn't afford things like that, when there was a furious pounding on my apartment door along with... well not quite words, I mean I know they were words to someone, but they sounded like gibberish to me.

Yo ku sa ba ei kai ya and whatever...

I realized I don't speak the same language as them! Getting out of the shower, I grabbed the towel from his laundry machine... It was as wet as I was.

He must have forgotten to hang it out to dry before he fell asleep!

If that were the case, then what about his jumpsuit!?

The noise outside was getting louder.

I tried to make out some of the words, I mean I picked up some of it from my many obsessions with the show right? I should at least be able to figure out who was at the door.

"Naruto! Get you ass out here now! You are sooooo LATE! If we fail Sensei's test because of you I'm going to kill you!" So I guess... Just like that, I could understand Japanese...

But only if I actually listened to pick out words? Nah, I could hear Sasuke mumbling about if the dead last being actually dead would fail them anyway.

Throwing on the cloths regardless of their current moisture level, I rushed to the door, only realizing what was in store for me when I opened it.

Sensei's test. The Bell test...

And a fist crashing down towards me.

It's not like I had any training or anything. Yeah I ran a lot, but that's not fighting.

Naruto though. He did have training, and I didn't have the crushing desire to let Sakura pummel me that he did... Too bad for her.

I caught her fist at the wrist and jabbed mine in her gut. She let out this dry heaving sound and dropped.

If I was going to be Naruto I wouldn't be the Naruto he was...

At least not all the way.

Glancing at Sasuke, I thought I saw a small smirk but it was gone when I did a double take.

"Sakura, please keep your hands to your self. We are ninja now. Officially not children. I expect you to understand the gravity of that."

Sakura looked up at me as if I had grown a second head. "Idiot! You're the one who didn't show up for our very first team meeting!"

Thank you for reading this.

So I have many of these stories. I plan to do one for each of the main and important side characters, as well as for their Chibi's.

Let me know what you think in the Reviews, and who else you want me to become. As it is fiction, I can be anybody.