Waves.

That's what I woke up to. A pleasant melody of the gentle crashing of the tide. As this calm pattern continued, I lethargically opened my eyes half way and closed them again to continue my slumber. The sand beneath me just felt so soft. It was almost like sleeping on a big bed of warm silk. So smooth and—

Sand? Why was I asleep on a blanket of sand? My memory was all jumbled up and distorted... Who was I..? What was my name again..?
Right, right. Ginevra Harris. Part time job at a pizzeria. Hoping to be a baker or a chef. Still live with my parents. Yup. It's all there.

Lazily, I sat up, groaning as my vision cleared, the blurs of blue, yellow and green slowly shaping themselves into the scenery that was around me, eventually molding itself into a tropical beach.

A beach? What? How did I even end up on a beach? I live nowhere near a large body of water in the first place and I doubt someone would kidnap and take me hundreds of miles just to dump me off on the shores of one... I also don't remember anything like that happening the previous night... It was just a regular day that ended with me going to sleep in my bed, same as always.

Does that mean someone took me here while I was sleeping and ditched me on a beach? No, I would definitely have noticed something like that... Did whoever do this took the liberty of sedating me beforehand? But there's not really anything to gain from doing any of this to me in the first place... Everything about this just wasn't. Making. Sense.

As I was about to put a hand over my eyes to calm an impending headache, I stopped as I got a good look at my hand. My fingers were in no way this long or thin, nor were they this pallid. Sure, I was pretty pale in general, but now I was the color of a goddamn sheet.

Curiously, I flexed them out, balled them into a fist, turned them over, flexed and balled them again... Yep, these were mine. But at the same time, I knew that they weren't. Strange.

After taking in this information, it was then that I began to notice everything that was completely different about me. The first thing was the fluff of white that tumbled over my eyes as I slowly got up from the ground. Using my new hands, I lazily brushed it away only to have it flop back over my eyes. With more attempts to clear it away from my vision in similar ways, the same results happened, leaving me irritated with the constant failures.

Finally, I resorted to pulling the fluff away, which only resulted in pain. What the hell..? Was it stuck to my head? Feeling around my head, the same softness was present, just as fluffy as what I now had in front of my face, indicating something disturbing. Somehow my brown, slightly curled hair had turned into untamed fluffy white locks on my head.

Slowly moving my—are they even mine?—hands down, I could feel textures of clothing different than what I remembered wearing. Glancing down to further investigate, I could slightly make out the articles of what I was now wearing. Green hoodie—or was it a parka? Yeah, I think this is a parka... Then there's a white t-shirt with a really unique crimson design on front, black pants with a chain on one side, boots with two zippers... I guess this could be considered a look. Then again, I don't really have anything to properly witness this outfit, so I'm not exactly sure.

But wait.
Something about how these clothes fit was strange. I mean, they didn't feel uncomfortable, but it felt as if they wouldn't normally fit me. In fact, something in the back of my mind told me that something was seriously wrong with my physique.

Feeling my torso down to my hips and...ass...I could feel myself begin to frown. This all felt so... Wrong. None of this felt like mine. I just felt so much thinner. Not in a good way either. Almost to the point where it was unhealthy. Was I in a coma or something? Feeling back upwards onto my chest, I froze in horror.

My chest was flat.

I, a twenty three year old woman who has had her defining features for more than a decade, has now spontaneously had them disappear in the span of a single night.

I started to panic as my breath started to quicken, now feeling all over my chest in a futile attempt to find my now-absent breasts only to find a flat chest. It was then that my heart began to beat faster as I now was openly aware that I had undergone an extreme physical change.

Feeling my legs cave in on me, I fell into a sitting position—from a much higher height than what I knew that I was—and I put my hands in my face, hoping that maybe if I did that everything would go back to normal.

Wait.

What about my face?! Is my face different too?!

Shakily removing my hands from my vision, I crawled towards the crystal clear ocean. The water didn't show anything until I stared for a few moments, but eventually, my reflection came into view.

Normally, someone would see their own face staring back at them. The face that they were born with. Me? Staring back at me was a boy, probably seventeen or so, with the same wild hair that I now had.

The more I looked, the more the boy's eyes began to widen. Though not much detail can be made from just looking in water, it was confirmation that I was no longer myself.

Nothing about the real me was present. The boy that I was staring at started to tear up as my vision began to blur with tears.

"N-no way..." I stammered in a voice that was not my own. It wasn't the nasally feminine voice that I had become accustomed to using. It was slightly lower in pitch and more masculine than the one I have lived my life with. Speaking with it felt absolutely bizarre...

Putting a trembling hand on my my throat, I tested the new voice, half to see if my ears weren't playing tricks on me and half out of curiosity.

"Mmmm... Aaaah... Eeeeh..."

As I experimented with my voice, I could feel my throat moving up and down with each sound made. It wasn't my imagination. It really was me.

If this were a dream, I would have woken up a while ago. If this were a dream, it wouldn't last as long as this. If this were a dream, I would be dreaming about something else right now.

Was this real?
No, it can't be.
Yet, the cool splashes from the ocean's gentle waves on my hands confirmed it. This was real. A dream could never accurately fabricate the exact feeling of cool water against skin.

And no dream could accurately fabricate the feeling of the sand going through my fingers as my hands curled into fists on the wet beach as I continued to gaze at my reflection. Nor could a dream accurately replicate the tears that were going down my face either. I just couldn't help it.

Curling myself up into a shivering ball, I began to sob. This was just too much... Too much... Too much...
I'm not sure how long I was crying, but it eventually turned into shaky gasping as I continued to be in my protection-ball.

That's when I heard an extremely childlike voice call out, "Oh my goodness! Are you okay? Pwease don't cry!"

'Pwease'? Who the hell says 'please' like that other than to children? Wait... Do I seriously look like a little kid right now? I wasn't in any condition to reply and the girl could probably see that, because instead of asking me for an explanation, I could hear small footsteps come closer towards me.

The voice was now right beside be.
"This field twip's supposed to bwing joy and hope to all of you! Not icky things wike sadness and despair! Seeing my students sad makes me sad!" she comforted as I felt what I assumed was a hug around one of my legs. I must admit, it really did help a little... But no amount of kind words could possibly make me feel better.

Apparently, the little girl sensed this and I could feel someone sit beside me. "How about you tell your teacher what's wong? Telling people about your pwoblems is always better than bottowing them up inside! And that's the twuth!"

Slowly raising my head from my arms and knees, I turned to the girl, "Well, I doubt you'll believe me, but—"

It was not a girl that I was talking to.
It was some sort of stuffed bunny wearing a fairy princess costume. I'm guessing that's the girl's stuffed bunny. But where was the girl that was talking to me? Scanning the area around me, there wasn't anyone in sight.

"What won't I bewieve?"
I jumped to my feet and quickly turned to the stuffed bunny, which was looking RIGHT AT ME with its beady eyes. Was... The little girl I was talking to... Actually the stuffed bunny?

No way. I promised myself that I would NEVER do drugs. There's gotta be a microphone in it or something. Picking it up, I began inspecting it for a zipper or places where its seams were a little off.

"H-hey! What are you doing?! There's supposed to be no hawassment on this school twip!"

Nothing. No seams to be found. Not anywhere. Yet, it moved like a living creature. My eyes began to widen as the creature wiggled out of my grip. "That was vewy uncalled for, Nagito! What's gotten into you?" the bunny demanded to me.

It.

Was.

Still.

Talking.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

I fell backwards onto the ground in horror, quickly scrambling away from the thing as I screamed with every breath I took until my back hit the bark of a palm tree. A palm tree... I've never seen a palm tree up close before. Well, being stopped by a literal palm tree didn't stop me from screaming. Because THIS WAS IMPOSSIBLE! The thing-that-should-not-be frantically flew over to me with its FUCKING TINY ANGEL WINGS and waved its arms around in a frenzy. "N-Nagito! What's gotten into you?! Calm down!"

Calm down? CALM DOWN?! THIS SHOULD NOT BE HAPPENING! THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE! THIS—

My screaming was interrupted with a sharp smack across the face.
"I'm sowwy I had to do that... But this isn't wike you, Nagito! And it's making me reawy wowwied!" The bunny whimpered, a fanciful wand now in its paws (probably what was used to smack me). Wait a minute... Nagito? Was this thing talking about me?

"I-I don't know anyone named Nagito..."
The bunny creature just gave me a look that just told me that she thought I was crazy (I probably am at this point).

"But, you're Nagito Komaeda! That's who I see when I wook at you!" she replied as she pointed at me. However, she seemed more concerned than anything.

In response, I shook my head, "N-No, I'm not... My name's Ginevra Harris. And I'm either massively tripping balls or have finally gone crazy... What am I kidding? It's probably both. I'm talking to a fucking walking, talking, magical girl stuffed bunny."

The bunny was now pretty distressed. If a living stuffed animal could hyperventilate, this thing was pretty close to doing it. "H-How did this happen?! I took care of the meanie bear a few hours ago! If you're not Nagito, then what happened to him?! What happened to YOU?!"

She began to run around in a panic, then stopped in front of me.
"Pwease be lying! Pwease tell me that you're joking awound!" the fairy-bunny pleaded, but I just returned with a remorseful frown. That's apparently everything the bunny had to see to have confirmation... Wow, this hallucination is really detailed about its emotions.

"Well... Okay... I'm gonna bewieve you. Let me take you to his cottage. It's awmost nighttime," she said softly, taking hold of my hand, "I know that this is a weird question, but how tall are you?"

"An inch or so above five and a half feet."

"Then lemme help you out. He's much taller than you. I don't want you to twip and fall."

I stood up from my spot, keeping my eyes on the strange bunny as she took one of my hands in her paw (I would assume) and began slowly leading me away from the beach. As she had said, the height difference resulted in inaccurate steps and footing. I ended up falling quite a few times, but the falls were overshadowed by words of encouragement.

It took a while, but I finally got a good hold on walking properly, though I still had trouble with dragging my feet and sometimes tripping over them. "Alwight. Twy to avoid wunning awound until you're used to evwyything," the bunny explained, then gasped, "Oh! I never did intwoduce myself!"

And so, with a twirl, complete with sparkles and overall cuteness, the stuffed bunny gleefully announced, "I'm Magical Miracle Girl Usami! But, you can call me Usami!"

Magical Miracle Girl Usami.

This is what my shroom-induced mind came up with... What the absolute fuck.

After the introduction, I was finally at the door to Nagito's cottage. Or, was it my cottage? Hold up, where in the fresh fuck did these drugs take me?

Usami spun around once I looked back to her. "Alwight, tomorrow's a new day, okay Gin? Get a good night's sleep and maybe you'll be back to nowmal! Wuv wuv!"
After that was said, and don't you even ask me how, but she was just. Gone. Completely disappeared from my view entirely.
In a puff of sparkles.

I seriously cracked out on something and it's probably illegal in multiple countries.

With a sigh, I dug into my pockets... Nagito's pockets? Whatever, I dug into my pockets and eventually felt something smooth and metallic. Probably exactly what I was looking for: The key to my temporary home.

Pulling the key out, I inserted it into the keyhole. With a turn, the door unlocked and I slowly opened it.
The interior didn't look very different from any other medium-class hotel room. There were some differences, such as the bookshelf, but one thing stood out among everything. The bed. All of the panic really took a toll on my energy.

Before I knew it, I was already sprawled out on top of it. However, even though Usami, being a figment of my drugged out imagination or not, managed to soothe me quite a bit, it didn't take away the fact that I was still scared. That this was really happening.

I don't get scared easily, but right now I was honestly terrified.
I thought I was done crying for today until I could feel my pillow getting wet followed by hearing my unfamiliar voice whimpering once again.