I don't own dangan ronpa.
Makoto opened his eyes.
Once more, he had woken up in the desk. At this point, it seemed like a second home for him.
"What will it be this time?" He thought, looking himself over. Something felt off to him this time.
Maybe it was the perfume emanating off of him. Or the long pink manicured out nails on each of his fingers. But the biggest change were the two large orbs that clung to his upper chest that were now partially revealed by his open hoodie.
Makoto took a second look down. The breasts were as big as junko's, somehow. The rest of his outfit was mostly unchanged. Well, other than his pants being replaced with a skirt and his shoes with a pair of ballet flats.
"So I'm a girl now?" she whispered and took a deep breath. For now, she would just have to get to the bottom of all this.
