A/n I'll be skipping around a bit in the story because I really just wanted to write about the events that would actually change due to Saitama's gender. Let's just pretend everything that happens in-between is like the original
You have been told all the time in, this diet obsessed, society that exercise is the most important part to getting a change in your body. That all your healthy eating and obsessed calorie counting could only be worth it If you worked put. Saitama got that. And she understood. She could understand losing the wanted fat in her chest area. Hell, the woman could understand losing a bit of her social life.
But she was going to be damned if she was going to lose her hair without a fight.
The woman looked in the mirror and groaned. She had begun to lose a bit of her usual dramatic emotions, but she still felt high amounts of annoyance at the departure of her hair. She brought her hand to the now bare head and touched it, slightly fearful that a simple stroke could break the delicate few wisps that were still attached to her. And sure enough, as soon as the woman made contact, the last few strands popped out and floated to the floor taunting her. "You get back here bastards!" scrambling after the floating hair she ran out of the kitchen. Very annoyed that the breeze of her run felt ten times as strong now that she was bald.
It had started this morning whenever saitama had come back from training and fighting off some huge alien monster, to throw herself down on her dirty futon. When saitama woke dried in salty sweat and sore muscles she lifted her head off the pillow to find that the departure of her head made something fall off her scalp. Much like as if a hat had slowly slipped off of her. Of course, the easy going woman thought nothing of it until an hour later of walking around she had left a nice trail of black hair.
And that's where saitama was now, still in her pajamas, in front of her bathroom sink. Accompanied by a bucket of hair growth products in her arms. An hour went by and all the hair products, that could actually be applied to bare skin, rebelled and didn't even stick to the shiny scalp. in order to make a good lather. Rinsing her head for what seemed the hundredth time, the now bald woman was calmed by the soothing water that hit the raw skin of her head. Ten hair products, heavy with chemicals really hurt your skin apparently. "Ah fuck. My favorite hoodie." Saitama pouted when she noticed the heavy spills of chemical substances on her clothes. She started Pulling off the yellow thing ungracefully, all the while grunting.
Even though saitama had spent a lot of time in the mirror as it is, she couldn't help but look over the way her body had changed. Of course, the hair took the cake. But, two years of intense training really can change the human body. Especially the female one. Of course, she didn't have huge grotesque muscles like some of the male heroes she saw, but she didn't have the body of most of the woman that walked around. Not that saitama cared.
The once frail looking body of saitama was now dense and strong with muscle. An athletic body. The girl's body had become let's say. Curvier. Her legs had become larger and more toned making her butt round, large and "grab-able". She only used that phrase because of the reasoning behind the last man's attempt to touch saitama in a disrespectful manner. That man was in a ditch somewhere. Saitama had an equally as strong arms and core. But sadly her d-cup she use to favor had been reduced to a smaller size. At first saitama had frowned at the loss of chest aesthetic but quickly grew to enjoy it when she no longer had back pains or poked an eye out trying to run. The woman sighed. She guessed she would have to get over the loss of hair just the same as she had to get rid of the loss of a certain womanly characteristic. It's not that saitama cared too much. She was a hero, getting looked at wasn't really on her agenda.
Saitama inwardly smiled. At least she wouldn't get flirted with by villains anymore.
Satisfied with her little self-pep talk the woman threw on her suit and grabbed a banana.
"I hope there's a sale today!"
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A/n I swear next chapter will be of Genos and saitama meeting. Think of these two chapters sort of as a backstory or, setting up the character. P.s I am now certain that this won't go any farther than five chapters