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Opposites Attract chapter 2: Bathroom Tragedies
"Not cool… so not cool at all… Why haven't we changed back?!" Soul exclaimed, turning heel to face the doctor, who was also still a woman. Soul's face heated up, an angry shade of red taking over her cheeks. Indeed, nobody had returned to their normal genders, all the men still women and all the women still men.
Stein raised a brow. The doctor pushed her glasses up as everyone stood patiently for an answer. "I can't say I know for sure; though, this is pretty intriguing." Her thoughtful gaze shifted from her outstretched slender arms, down to defined hips, and lastly back up to… well, parts that naturally belonged to the female anatomy.
Black Star could be seen doing the same. A squeeze of one breast to the other and sliding her hand amongst the curves in her hips she now took on, she wore a grin that admitted to being more than impressed. "I'm still pretty hot for a woman, if I do say so myself! Of course I'd be a Goddess!" Everyone simply rolled their eyes to the egotistical declaration.
Soul returned her attention back to Stein, though, and was about to continue the complaint until her meister stepped between them with a clenched fist and flaring nostrils as he spoke. "Maaaaaaaaaaakaaaaaa-" In no time, the spine of Eibon's closed book came clashing against Stein's cranium. "—CHOP!"
Stein winced. The professor rose a hand up in a habitual attempt to grab something familiar on her head that she enjoyed clicking around to rejuvenate herself and her thoughts, but instead she felt nothing but the grey hair on her head. In this female form, the decoration had gone missing. She frowned slightly, adding a light sigh of disappointment.
"We were supposed to return to normal! What did you do in there?!" Maka continued, holding the book up in threat of a second strike.
"Nothing, really. Just sliced open a few bodies… It was quite enjoyable!" The doctor's hand dropped back into the pocket where her surgical knife was stowed away, getting rolled around in an eager hold. A smile spread across her face as she recalled stacks of mangled and tangled flesh. Her voice lit up excitedly as though it were the best thing she'd ever done.
"Well this never happened before - not until you showed up in there!"
"We can't very well just assume that anybody else hasn't experienced similar problems just because we haven't been informed, nor that even magic itself isn't capable of change like this."
Soul was fed up with waiting. She was ready for a real answer and a solid solution. She was ready to turn back into a guy again. This long beautiful hair, the fragile frame… Although something did mildly bug her mind. It was something that'd struck her as slightly off (though it'd been too late now). The Deathscythe shoved her meister to the side with a swipe of an arm, determined to get proof of her suspicion. "Oh? Then explain why the succubus was missing. I bet you stole her from Lust as a subject and this is Index's way of punishing us!"
Stein glanced calmly once more back into Soul's fury-lit eyes. "Succubus? I recall no such thing."
"Are you kidding? You know, that woman with huge tits. She wears nothing but an apron?!" Black Star shouted, hands cupped in front of her bosom to imitate breasts even larger than hers.
"Yeah, and then she has this weird mask thing, like it's some kind of kinky shit!" Patty inserted.
"Sorry, didn't see her." This was the only answer the doctor had to offer as she fell silent again.
Soul merely blinked. Was Stein serious? That woman was the first of their temptations, the first test they'd been through when they entered Lust before. Even if she was an "item" that Noah collected, the seductress was a natural part of the book as far as Soul was concerned. And like so, the succubus should have been one of the first beings noticed this time, too, aside from Mr. Index! But the look in Stein's eyes told Soul that she was being genuine in her words.
"Wait so… you really didn't do anything to the book or its contents at all? Well, other than the… dead bodies." Soul cringed at the last two words, shuddering lightly upon recalling the scene, but kept her ruby eyes forward as she watched as Stein calmly shook her head in denial. There was no avoiding that this was the truth. If Stein had actually experimented on the promiscuous figure, her grin would have grown twice as wide. The doctor truly was terrible at covering her own glee for experimentation.
Kidd's golden eyes shifted frantically at her attire. The Shinigami continuously tugged her pencil skirt down and patted down any wrinkles it developed with each change of posture. If the buttoned seam of her shirt even dared to begin shifting to one side, she'd immediately squirm around to set it down the center of her torso again.
Kim finally burst out laughing, unable to contain the humor she found in their predicament. The witch tried her best all along with clenched lips to avoid any sound escaping or any grin forming, yet everyone else was too occupied hearing what Stein had to say about it to notice beforehand. It started as a guffaw in her throat, then sputtered upward and out of her mouth in increasing volume as if the laughter were a volcano erupting. Even a few of the other witches found themselves chuckling along contagiously. Finally, Kim bent down to rest her hands on her bent knees, taking a moment to catch her breath from the outbreak. "I REALLY wish I had a camera right now! Talk about a Kodak moment!" she commented as she looked back up at them. Nothing but glares were sent her way from the young Spartoi. "Hey, hey now! I'm just kidding with you. Geeze, can't take a joke?"
"Isn't there anything you can do about it, though?" Tsubaki asked, voice still as polite as when he was female.
"I have a suggestion, but don't panic, okay?" All gazes instantly met with Kim as she spoke eyes wide in worry of what she was about to say. "Seriously! I'm not asking you to have sex." Several blushed in dismay, especially Soul, Maka and Kidd in particular, but she continued. "Look, if you all changed just one time when you went in, then maybe going in once more will change you back, turning you gals back into guys and… well you get what I mean."
"At this point, anything is worth a shot. But remember, after this, we never go back in again. Got it?" Kidd commented. The determination in her voice and glare in her eyes were all everyone needed to agree to the terms.
Immediately, upon Spartoi's impatience, the entry ritual was prepared once more as Kim, Tabatha, Angela and Eruka sat across from each other. The same chants that'd been spoken the first time began again and a great light grew around the book. Before Eruka could finish, though, any magic they'd amassed around them diminished in an instant.
"That's odd…" Eruka commented, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed towards the closed book on the ground.
Soul felt her heart stop as the answer to this lack of success, waiting for Eruka to explain. The scythe shot a wide-eyed glance her way, joining everyone else's anticipating stares. The Spartoi team inched forward, nearly invading the witches' drawn out space on the ground.
The frog witch turned her gaze back meet theirs. "The book… it's not maintaining enough magic to open up… It's drained, almost completely sapped!"
Maka immediately stepped forward, book still in hand, and shoved it into her hands. "Then fix it! I don't want to stay a man forever!"
"You know how to do it, right?" Soul insisted. Only, there were more complications in fixing this than she thought.
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Soul fell onto her bed, arms spread. What an evening it'd been! There was no telling when they'd be able to enter the book again, or if the magic would suddenly lose its effect, or if it wouldn't… She sighed, wishing she'd never agreed to go back into Eibon's book again. Something like this happening was the last thing she'd predicted. 'Doctor's too curious for his… her… own kind! Slow-feed magic to the book, my ass! Those witches better get to it, and fast! I don't think I can stand this that long!' She propped up on her elbows to glance down her new figure. It seemed a bit boring in comparison to others, lacking in size in a certain area. Funny how karma came to bite her back... 'Tiny tits' was a joke meant for Maka!
Aside from that, the lack of a different… limb… was even more bothersome. Her manhood! Her precious manhood… She whined in the realization of its loss, confidence sinking like lead in water. Another feeling in her gut distracted the thought, though. Oh, how long she'd held the urge to use the restroom the entire evening! The poised position of crossed legs she used earlier today served for more than elegance. She'd be damned if she admitted to being the first seen using the toilet! Although, it couldn't be that hard, though, right? All women have to do is sit!
Soul rose from the bed and strolled to the door. Putting an ear against the wood, she listened carefully for any footsteps nearby. So far it didn't sound like anyone was close, so the weapon creaked the door open, peering through the narrow slit. She sighed in relief. No sign of Maka! With a content breath, Soul quietly slipped out and tip toed to their restroom, making sure to close the bathroom door just as silently as she'd opened it.
Facing the single rectangle mirror before her in the small, white, tiled room, she mentally walked herself through, step by step. 'Okay, Soul… this isn't a big deal. You're going to have to do this eventually anyway… as long as he doesn't know you were the first!' Standing in front of the toilet, she hauled her fancy skirt up and began to tug her underwear down when suddenly a loud knock on the door jarred her. Her heart began to race twice as fast as she pulled the garment back up quickly and smoothed the skirt back down to her knees again. "Y-yes?"
Maka's still unusually masculine voice inquired, "Do you mind if I come in? I need to brush my teeth."
"No, not yet! I mean, just… I'll be right out!" Soul stammered.
"Soul… What's the matter?" Maka's voice was muffled through the thick wood, but it was obvious he'd stepped a little closer.
"W-What?! No! That is… just not feeling well, that's all! You know, with today's events and all?" A pathetic excuse, but things like that can affect people in that manner that right? Getting sick from nerves was perfectly normal! Soul laughed under her breath, syllables coming out as shaky as the foot she'd been silently tapping against the floor. She leaned over the countertop, fighting her reflection in the mirror to find a calm expression once more.
After a brief moment of silence, the knob jiggled slightly. Soul imagined Maka's hand on it, getting ready to open the door. Thank goodness her partner wasn't one to invade a person's space! Still, the urge to use the bathroom had brought her to the point of dancing back and forth on tip toes! Soul quickly wiped off the cold sweat that threatened to spill down her face. She couldn't admit to her weakness, not now! If only Maka would just go away!
"If your stomach is upset, I can get you some Alka Seltzer. Just tell me, and it's yours!"
Soul cracked open the door and peeked out, whilst keeping her body inside to hide the mild shimmy she was performing behind the wall. As she spoke, she smoothened out her sways a little more gracefully so it appeared as nothing more than natural feminine body language. "I'll be fine, really."
Maka furrowed his brows insistently. "Are you sure? You're not looking well at all. At least let me get you a glass of water. You haven't had a single thing since we left," he prodded further. He began to reach a hand out to grasp Soul's shoulder for a closer look at her already slightly pale face, but Soul dodged out of the way before his hand could come in contact, escaping out of the tiled vicinity and beyond her meister's reach once more.
There was a reason Soul hadn't consumed anything. As she hastily scuttled back to her room, her laughter wavered a little more than she'd intended. "No, no! I mean, I can take care of myself. Just need a good night's rest, that's all. Ha ha, to calm down!"
"O-okay" Maka paused, almost unwilling to let Soul simply slip away as he kept a stern stare towards his weapon partner standing within the bedroom doorway. "Well, just let me know if you need something, okay?"
Soul really hated hearing her partner like this, hated to mislead him, but she just couldn't give in in front of him! Eventually, Maka would have to fall asleep, leaving a perfectly opportune gap for her to relieve herself away from his notice. In the meantime, she'd simply have to occupy her antsy body until the view was clear. "Of course! Goodnight then!" She swiftly behind her, now resided only in the privacy of her bedroom.
It'd been difficult to do anything, much less get to sleep. Having lost track of time and no longer able to hold it anymore, the weapon hurried towards the door, placing an ear against the wood. The only thing that kept the woman sane was inserting mental images of the driest lands possible and a mild amount of pacing. Deeming the coast clear, she boldly made her way back to the restroom and locked herself back in it.
Plopping down on the toilet, she let all go. This sitting thing wasn't too bad! Not having to ensure proper aim was quite more convenient than imagined! Soul basked in the relief of her bladder not prodding in demand anymore. Standing back up was another issue, though. As Soul came to an upright position once more, the back of her prim dress dripped with less-than-clean water.
Shit!
If the thought of Maka knowing she'd been the first to utilize a woman's natural functions wasn't embarrassing enough, then this was the icing on top! Ruby eyes darted about the surroundings. A towel! She'd almost grabbed it until…. Ugh! Why did they have to buy white towels?! This crap wasn't going to conceal the little accident! 'Note to self: buy black towels…'
Needless to say, she couldn't simply leave it be to settle and dry. Letting soiled liquid dry on the fabric would only give it an obvious stain…
Bleach? What a joke! Way to give away the dirty deed in the form of white spots where faint color used to be... No, it couldn't be anything that would give it away she'd been here and… well, soiled her own clothes, nothing that would hint at a desperate attempt to cover it up.
Unless… That's it! The young lady immediately stepped to the sink and filled it with water lathered enough in the wonderfully scented hand soap they routinely kept in stock by Maka's insistence. Funny how she'd always picked on her meister for refusing any other option. (Although, Soul had to admit that it worked well.)
Working the material in the cold water, she'd finally deemed it had enough time to soak in and began to wring it out, twisting every drop of water out possible. Ha ha! Detect that, almighty Maka! With a simple overnight session of hang drying, it'd look good as new!