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Chapter 1 Ami

Warm.

There was warm sunlight on her face, Ami shifted slightly on her soft pillow. She was resting on something very soft and comfortable.

The teenager stirred, enjoying the soft sensation on the back of her head and yawning theatrically.

"You're finally awake," said a soft, calm voice somewhere above her, "you gave us all quite a scare,"

The teenager opened her eyes slowly, suddenly aware of the presence above her.

The light was intense and silhouetted the feminine form hovering above her, the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. She was young, probably not much older than Ami herself with long honey-coloured hair that flowed all the way to her waist. Her eyes danced with an inner fire and her smile was a knowing catlike expression that hinted at inner playfulness.

"I was worried you weren't going to make it," said the honey-haired angel, her voice so gentle and soft Ami almost wanted to melt back into the pillow she'd made of this woman's lap.

Then she realised what she was doing and stiffened like someone had shoved a rod right up her spine.

"Where am I? Nokia?" She stammered the memories were flooding back to her.

She was going to meet her friends in Eden, getting her Digimon from the boy in white, the monster! The monster had eaten her.

"It's all right. You're safe. My guess is once we were done stabilising your body, there were, issues." She remarked playfully.

Ami Aiba felt dizzy. She closed her eyes and tried to remember. She'd been out to see her friends… Nokia and Arata. It was their first meeting outside of Digiline chatrooms. They… She'd been so excited Akkino was a cutie after all and Blue Box. Ami smiled at the realization that she knew their names now. Nokia and Arata. It was nice to meet the person behind the mask and chat. They… she used the name Aiba since it referenced her last name.

She frowned. She felt heavy for some reason. Her scarlet brows knit together as she placed her big clumsy ha.

Ami shut her eyes and then swallowed looking down. The fact it was easy to see her pelvis was not normal.

"What the hell?"

"You do look a little different,

"a little different? I think there's a rather notable difference," said Ami craning her head downwards and feeling up her body.

A notable difference indeed Ami was not exactly the most feminine woman out there, but she took a little bit of pride in the fact that she was a pretty girl. She patted her chest, noting the contours of her musculature, the subtle changes in the way her hips and thighs no longer curved in and out like an hourglass. And then there was… Well, a bulge.

The girl turned boy took a deep breath glowering at the beautiful blonde woman seeming more like a succubus than an angel to her now. More details were coming back to her. This woman saved her after she'd fallen out off the net in the middle of the street. She had no idea how she got into the middle of the Shibuya Crossing given that she'd logged in safe at home. She felt the back of the neck, aware of how meaty it felt under her hand, aware of how big and clumsy she felt now.

"I'm a boy!" she remarked, crossing her arms and legs and taking a deep breath assessing the circumstances. She felt oversized his angular torso pushing into a rather attractive but definitely male form.

"A rather astute observation," remarked the Golden-haired goddess smiling that gorgeous angelic smile.

"But I'm a girl, I mean… I think I am," Ami scratched her head, her memory was a bit foggy the first thing she remembered with any certainty was meeting with Nokia and Arata just before her accident. No that was stupid, she had to be a girl, it's not like there was another explanation. She scratched her head feeling even shakier as she lightly pinched the cheek. Feeling the beginnings of stubble.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there," remarked the woman who Ami couldn't help but notice was not wearing a large amount of clothing. "Since I only just met you," She had a breathy, teasing voice. Ami couldn't help but feel her cheeks warm at the intense energy the blonde maned angel gave off. Charisma seemed to wash off her like an aura.

Amy shook her head, of course, she was a girl how many boys were named Ami? "I think there's something wrong with me," she remarked.

"Well, then you're in the right place. Perhaps I can be of help if you'll let me" said the blonde bombshell gently holding out the redhead's hand and grasping Ami's own in it

Ami groaned as she felt the detective's hand squeezing her palm. Did it always feel this good to have a girl hold your hand like this? Maybe she'd try it later once she was back to normal.

"My name is Kyouko Kuremi, and perhaps we can help each other," said the woman guiding Amy to the couch "here let me get you some coffee, I just made a new pot,"

Amy took the coffee inhaling its strange bitter aroma; she felt a sense of dread like something was tacking the pit of her stomach, but she defeated her better judgement and swallowed the coffee eagerly. She felt her head begin to swim and wondered what was about to become of her.

Whatever it was, she never wanted to drink this coffee ever again.

She held onto consciousness and as she swallowed the nauseating black brew she felt. It put her in mind of a banana being peeled in reverse. It started in the pit of her stomach radiating outwards in a wave of sickly sweet and bitter twisting sensation. Her hips expanded, her bust grew in and it felt like her back compacted with a few sickening crunches.

She let out a gasp trying to ignore the sensations as usually stationary muscles and bones rearranged with alarming speed.

It didn't hurt, but it wasn't a pleasurable sensation either.

She almost dropped the cup, panting as Kyouko took it from her.

"Feeling better?" she asked "You're quite a mysterious individual miss Aiba, iff you'll let me study you a little, I'll do what I can to help."

Ami blushed noting even her bright orange outfit had altered to fit her current shape. Had her bust always been so big?

"If… if you can help me, I'd appreciate it," she stammered vaguely remembering how the strange blonde had helped her get her body human looking in the first place.
"Excellent!" said Kyouko clapping her hands "More coffee?"

Ami winced. The sacrifices a person made to find the truth.