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The Change Chapter 5

Haruka was feeling jittery the entire ride home. She couldn't stop tapping the steering wheel to an unknown song, while her leg bounces uncontrollably.

When she finally made it to the garage, she quietly got out and opened the front entrance. The family room's lights were on. Haruka's new Adam's apple bobbed up and down as she swallowed nervously. She took a couple of steps, shoeless; the sneakers she had on before the transformation did not fit her anymore. Haruka peeked at the couch and found Setsuna sleeping with Hotaru using her lap as a pillow. Both of them had their phones in their hands. The T.V was still with a movie app's preface in it. They were probably choosing a movie to watch with Haruka.

Disappointment washed over Haruka. They were worried. That's why they were holding their phones. They were probably calling Haruka nonstop. Haruka turned the T.V. off, grabbed what they called "the cuddle blanket," and placed it over Setsuna. She couldn't help move over and kiss Hotaru on her cheek and gaze lovingly at Setsuna."I am sorry I made you guys worried," Haruka whispered, brushing a strand of dark hair behind Hotaru's ear. "Papa's home now."

Haruka tried her best not to make a sound as she entered the master bedroom. The nerves were eating her alive as she slowly opened the door and peeked her head in. She could make out Michiru's soft breathing. By that, Haruka could tell that her lover probably fell asleep waiting for her to arrive. Talk about feeling guilty. Haruka slowly took off the clothes Seiya had given her and made her way to the bathroom. She planned to take a warm shower to see how "that" worked and probably head to bed.

Okay, so she knew how that worked. She and Michiru, after all, had a couple of elaborated toys. Still, this one was now attached to her new body, which made it difficult to contemplate at the moment. Haruka sighed, and as she felt the warm waters wash away the nervousness of the day and the anxiousness settled in deep in her chest. It wasn't long now when she walked out and came to the conclusion that most of her clothing would not fit anymore. Not even shoes. All she had was a couple of worn-out shirts and old lounging pants. She tried to be as quiet as she could until she heard Michiru move…

And she froze.

Haruka's green eyes were staring at Michiru's body as the young woman turned and let out a soft groan.

"Haruka?" Michiru called out and moved her hand to turn on the lamp on her nightstand.

As the rays of light hit Haruka's eyes, which had grown used to the darkness, she flinched and looked away, giving her naked back to Michiru.

"Haruka…" Michiru said, groggily, "You are here. We were worried, sick." She pulled the bedsheets away and slowly walked over to Haruka.

Haruka began to tense up as she heard the slow steps headed her way.

"Where were-" Michiru stopped, rubbed her tired eyes, blinked, and looked up at the person in front of her.

Haruka turned around, looked down at the now much shorter Michiru. She chuckled, scratched the back of her head, and let out a low, "Hi."

"..."

"Are you okay, Michiru?"

"..."

"Michiru?"

"Neptune planet po-!"

"No!" Haruka growled and covered Michiru's mouth with her large hand. "It's me!"

Without much trouble, Michiru pulled away and managed to knock Haruka off her feet and down to the ground while almost choking Haruka with her forearm.

Haruka didn't put up much of a fight. She left her hands exposed, and her eyes closed, hoping that Michiru would notice who she was.

"W-what…" Michiru slowly backed off, yet her eyes were glued to the person underneath her. "Haruka?"

Haruka tried to chuckle, but Michiru was sitting right on top of her chest. She was making it difficult to breathe and not in a romantic way. After a moment, she felt Michiru slide off of her down to the floor.

Michiru had a mixture of anger and surprise surging through her. Her eyes traveled from Haruka's head down the naked male chest and down the long, muscular legs. "What. Did. You. Do?!" Michiru moved away to stand up and tower over Haruka. "Are you Haruka?"

Haruka rolled her eyes and stood up. She was a couple of inches taller now, yet her newfound height wasn't intimidating to the woman in front of her. Geesh Michiru looked like she was about to snap her neck if she said she wasn't Haruka.

"It's me," Haruka said, scratching her arm nervously.

Michiru blinked and looked down at Haruka's exposed chest and torso. "But…"

"I know…" Haruka jumped at the sudden touch to her chest. She looked down and saw Michiru's trembling hand pressed intimately close to her chest then down to her stomach. "Umm-"

"How did this happen?"

Haruka cleared her throat and grabbed hold of Michiruś hand. Geesh, were men that easily excitable? "Seiya."

Michiru frowned and pulled her hand away as if she was shocked by electricity. "Seiya!? What is he doing back in the Milky Way? What did he-"

"He came to warn me about a possible new enemy."

"Wait," Michiru shook her head and then tilted it. "He came to warn you about some new threat, and the first thing that came to your head was to...change your body to have a baby with me? Why didn't you tell me?!"

Haruka could feel the anger. It was there ready to burst. It was understandable. Haruka should've told her before doing all this, but then again, they had talked about this, more or less. "We talked about this…"

"No, We talked about the fact that you wanted to have a child. We didn't talk about…" Michiru waved her hand before coping Haruka's pectorals, "this!" Now, Michiru could feel her curiosity rise tenfolds. She couldn't help but move back and looked down at Haruka's crotch.

"It is reversible."

"Oh, ho ho ho," that was an awkward laugh, then again, the whole thing was embarrassing. "It better be!" Michiru said before feeling a rush of heat travel to her face. "I mean, you know me, I don't care, I just-"

"Michiru, I know. I know your ways," Haruka chuckled and pulled her closer.

"I still prefer the other way," Michiru whispered as she began to take in all the changes, the deeper voice, the hard body. She swallowed hard and moved her eyes away from Haruka's face.

"I will turn back as soon as we get what we both want."

"How?"

"I just have to transform."

"Oh."

"I asked Seiya to help me, and he transferred his "transforming" energy into me, I guess. But, I am not from his home planet so, maybe I won't be able to keep this form for long."

"You…" Michiru hesitated for a second, "...look surprisingly handsome…"

"Thanks,"

"This whole thing is going to be hard to-"

"Yes. It is hard," Haruka tried to maintain a straight face.

"Hard to explain! Oh my goodness, don't start with the penis jokes!"

Haruka couldn't help but laugh at Michiru's skeptical gaze. "I am allowed now."

Michiru inhaled sharply before moving away. "Can I?"

"Since when do you ask?" Haruka chuckled.

"Haruka…" Michiru pouted while looking up at Haruka.

"Fine, fine. I am so happy you swing both ways, right now."

"Hush and let me see you," Michiru said, hooking her thumb on the elastic band of Haruka's lounging pants before pulling them down.

Haruka could feel the heat rise to her face. She stood there, naked and afraid. Michiru's silence was just about to drive her completely insane.

"Why do you have an erection?"

Who asks that? Michiru, that's who. "Well, according to health class-"

"Haruka!" Michiru pouted.

"Michiru," she sighed and wrapped her muscular arms around Michiru's waist and pulled her intimately close, close enough to feel Haruka's warmth pressing against her stomach. "How can you even ask me that?" Haruka pressed her forehead with Michiru's and closed her eyes. "You are gorgeous," she kissed Michiru and felt a jolt of electricity go down her stomach, "I love you," she deepened the kiss, "and I want you so much…"

Michiru sighed in the embrace and pushed Haruka away slightly. "I love you too, but I need to get used to… all of this."

Haruka was almost gasping for air when Michiru moved away. Her hands were still clinging to Michiru for dear life, and for a moment, a small spark of disobedience went off in her brain. She took a step forward and went in for another kiss.

"Haruka, I mean it. You need to control yourself."

Something slapped her back to reality. Of course, Michiru needed time to adjust, hell; it might even feel like she was with someone completely different. What the hell was wrong with her? Haruka's arm fell next to her, she nodded and rubbed her face as if wanting to rub away the hotness that invaded her entire new body. She took a couple of steps back until she felt the drawer hit her lower back.

"I need to buy clothes," Haruka said before turning to look at Michiru. "I don't have a lot of things to wear."

"We'll have a shopping day tomorrow. No biggie."

"Also, can… can you tell Hotaru and Setsuna?"

"Oh, Haruka, I can let them know that you are home, but ultimately, you are the one that needs to explain everything to them."

Haruka sighed nervously. "When I came home, they were downstairs sleeping on the couch."

"We were terrified, Haruka. You have no idea."

"I can imagine, and I am sorry."

Michiru smiled, walked up to the tall blonde, and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. "Rest,"

"Michiru, I can't control this body yet, so please forgive me for my lack of prudence," Haruka said as she felt herself getting hard once again.

"I will take it as a compliment…" Michiru chuckled and pushed Haruka to bed. "I am going downstairs and let them know you are safe and sound and also move Hotaru to her room.

Haruka slipped under the covers and did as she was instructed to do, rest.

Michiru closed the door behind her and exhaled as if she was holding her breath. She looked down at her hands. They were trembling. She formed a fist, trying to stop them. She was just about to hit Haruka, to hurt her. Her anger had flared up in seconds the moment she realized that Haruka had taken a significant decision that would affect both their lives with complete disregard. Then, it got toned down when she understood that it was probably a spur of the moment. Suddenly, lust engulfed her. Haruka's male form… It was breathtaking, tall, handsome, big. Michiru bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and walked to the living room.

She found Hotaru, who was just sitting up, phone in hand. Her face reflected pure worry. It seemed like she was texting once again. "Hotaru-chan," Michiru called out to her.

"Michiru-mama," she swallowed the tremor in her voice, "Haruka-papa-"

"She is upstairs. She got home a couple of minutes ago, and she went straight to bed."

"What? But-"

"You can talk to her tomorrow. She has a special announcement."

Setsuna finally moved. She stretched her arms over her head and turned to look at Michiru, with one eye open. The woman was asleep and was trying her hardest to keep up with what was going on. "Hi."

Michiru chuckled. "Hi. You can all go to sleep. Haruka's home. She is fine, and she is safe, she is sleeping, and she will be talking to you two tomorrow."

Setsuna frowned at that. "Okay?"

"You will be just as surprised as I was…"

Tuesdays. They were dull, and they made you acknowledge that there were two more days before Friday, three before Saturday. It wasn't that hard to wake up on Tuesdays because waking up early on Mondays broke that curse of being late. For some.

Michiru was the first one up. It was her turn to make breakfast. The first thing she prepared was coffee. They all needed to be awake for the news. Then, eggs followed by bacon and toasts, and of course, she added a couple of fruits, just in case Setsuna woke up with the need to give a class about balanced breakfasts.

Michiru heard heavy footsteps heading her way. She turned just in time to watch a shirtless Haruka make her way to the kitchen island where some of the breakfast was already in place. Michiru felt her cheeks fluster. "Haruka!"

The blonde jumped surprised. She was too hungry to notice if she had done something that made Michiru scream at her like that. "W-what!?"

"Put a shirt on!"

"I... can't. Nothing fits!"

"There must be something! You have a couple of loose shirts, surely those fits!"

"Oi, Michiru! I don't know where they are."

"They are probably in the dryer since you take seven business days to fold your laundry!"

Both Haruka and Michiru grew quiet when they heard another set of footsteps. Michiru covered her face in embarrassment while Haruka was trying her hardest to sit in a position that covered her up a bit. Instead, she crossed her arms awkwardly, making her pectorals and arm muscles bulge slightly.

"Good morning, Michiru!" Setsuna said, before noticing Michiru's face. Setsuna frowned and slowly turned to look at the person sitting next to the kitchen island.

The awkward silence was deafening. Haruka was the first to fill the silence with her nervous chuckle. "Good morning, Setsuna…"

"Good morn- Ah!" It was Hotaru's turn. "Wh- Who?" She looked at Setsuna, Michiru, and then back at Haruka. "Haruka-papa?"

Both Setsuna and Hotaru turned to Michiru.

"What happened?" Setsuna asked.

"You are Haruka-papa, right?"

Haruka sighed and rubbed her face anxiously. "Yes. It's me, Haruka."

Hotaru took a step back when she heard the deep voice and quickly turned to Michiru for guidance.

"Don't look at me. Haruka is the one that has some explaining to do." Michiru said, grabbing her cup of coffee and sitting next to Haruka. "Go on," she egged Haruka on by nudging Haruka's ribs with her elbow.

Haruka looked down at her plate, thinking her words over. She took a deep breath and started to talk. "I decided to change my body into a man's to conceive a child with Michiru."

"How?!" Setsuna half asked, half yelled.

Haruka frowned deeply. "Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much-"

"No! No jokes! You know that's not what I meant! How did you change?"

Hotaruś face was a combination of horror, surprise, and now slight disgust. It wasn't bad enough that sometimes she would be woken up to Haruka and Michiru going at it, now things were going to get even more heated. They were actually going to be going at it to conceive a child… How could she look at Michiru and Haruka without imagining that? Haruka sighed. Being a teenager wasn't fun when your parents acted like horny teenagers? Hotaru looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

"Hotaru-chan! Please, don't take this the wrong way. You know you are my baby girl," Haruka yelp. She was worried that she had hurt Hotaru's feelings.

"I am not even thinking about that. I know you guys love me!"

"Then, what is it?" Michiru asked.

Shit. How was Hotaru going to verbalize this? She looked at Setsuna for help, yet the oldest of the bunch was staring at Haruka with a deep frown on her face. "Setsuna-mama?"

"This was a very selfish decision," Setsuna muttered before turning her gaze to Michiru. "Both of you!"

"Setsuna, I can turn back whenever I want. All I have to do is transform into a Senshi."

"You are behaving as if these peaceful times will last forever!"

"I know they won't."

"Then why even try, Haruka?"

Hotaru had to take another step back. She had never seen Setsuna so agitated outside of battle.

"Our duty is, has been, and always will be to protect our princess and the royal family! Everything else has to be put in second place. And not to mention, all four of us, we are a family. That decision, which you took behind closed doors, affects everyone, even if the child carries only your blood."

"Setsuna…"

"I am sorry, Haruka. Don't get me wrong. If you were to tell me right now that you two are going to be parents, I would be the first one to prepare the baby shower, but we have our duties as senshis…" Setsuna sighed in defeat. "Then again, you are also adults, and you are capable of making your own decisions." Setsuna grabbed a couple of apples from the kitchen island. "I need to go. I will be late for work again," and without saying any other words, Setsuna left through the front door, leaving a heavy air inside the entire house.

"Oh my, that went well," Michiru whispered.

"I understand her worry. But I've never said I was going to ignore my duties as a Senshi," Haruka said right before shoving some eggs and bacon in her mouth.

"I believe the future is something to be worried about. Yet, at the same time, I believe that if we grow anxious about something that hasn't happened, we are just worrying in vain. I mean, what if nothing bad happens, and I just wasted all my energy on something that never came to be?" Michiru turned to look at Haruka. "Anyways, you should buy some clothes, so let's go shopping," she said, pointing at Haruka. "And you should be heading to school."

"Wait, you guys are going shopping while I go to school to learn things that I already know because Setsuna- Mama already taught me? Come on!"

"You need to go, you were already absent last Friday," Michiru said before eyeing Haruka. "I know what you did."

"How?"

"School called me. I know you took her shopping for Chibi-usa's gift."

"Meaning, that I am a good judge when it comes to clothing," Hotaru declared proudly. "Am I right, Haruka-papa?"

"Don't expect Haruka to save you, Hotaru-chan."

"I mean, Chibi-usa's clothes were adorable…"

"Haruka, you are not helping!"

Haruka leaned over the kitchen island and chuckled. "The kid is right. One day, two days, is it really going to affect her? She is brilliant."

Michiru turned to look at Hotaru, who was giving her the best puppy-eyes she could muster. After rolling her eyes, Michiru moved her gaze to Haruka, who was trying to mimic Hotaru.

"Fine! But! We are only getting the essentials. Two pairs of shoes, some jeans and a couple of shirts. You are not going to stay with that body."

"Sounds okay to me," Haruka said, a sweet, gorgeous smile painted on her masculine face.

"Are you…" Michiru moved closer to touch Haruka's face. "Can you grow a beard?"

"Add razors to the list?" Haruka grinned nervously.

Hotaru rolled her eyes and stood between Haruka and Michiru. She didn't want Michiru to change her mind about not taking her to school. "Alright! Let's go shopping!"

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