"My Day as Sailor Mercury"
Ever have a really strange dream? Well, try to beat this one.
Chapter One
It was an average week. Sunday, I just goofed off, Monday I lost my homework on the day it was due; Tuesday, hand in last minute re-done homework; Wednesday, attend classes, learn, and usual have to break into my locker after locking the key in it again; Thursday, Cram for a Friday test at the last minute; Friday, write test and pray that I pass. Saturday was the odd day from this week. Usual my day involves, TV, screwing about with my friends, doing homework and usual a late night movie. Except this Saturday was different. IN retrospect it had to be a dream, but talk about a dream with so much realism you would feel like your actually living it.
Most guys who commonly watch Anime, like Dragon Ball Z, or Pokemon, Ranma ½ or some other show. Me, I'm a Sailor Moon Fan. So this is one of those things you got to hide. Being a Anime Fan was ok, but being a fan of a Anime meant for girls automatically brings you down to the weenie-dork level is the social world of high school. I know a couple of other Sailor moon fans that are of the male persuasion. We chat online, and even play in RPG games pretending to be Sailor scouts, or Knights or some other Super Character. Occasionally, an online conversation about why guys like Sailor moon would pop up (usually some girl starting the conversation). And then we all have to come up with macho reason why.
Personally, and confidentially, why do I like Sailor Moon? Well, think about it! A bunch of well-figured teenager girls running about in short skirts that are so short they can't possible exist in the real world. Why do you think I like it? The plotline episode to episode is questionable. You've watched one episode, you pretty much got the jest of the normal plot lines. Scouts have a dilemma in their normal lives, enemy hatches a plan to take energy/pure hearts/etc., the scouts fight a monster and the scouts defeat the monster. Then the personal non-scout problem is solved. That's pretty much the whole plot for 80 to 90 percent of the episodes. The continuous plot line going throughout the whole season does help a little, but the main reason, sex appeal. If anyone ever found out I'll probably be sent to Psycreithic counseling for the rest of my life, but we have to admit it, big boobs, and/or hot girls are half the reason the normal human male are interested in comics and anime. Plots come second.
Any case, now that you know my dirty little secret, I'll tell you about my dream. I went to bed on Friday night, wondering like usual, "Did I pass my afternoon test in -Whatever subject I was tested on?" this case it was a science test, which had me the more worried because I suck at science. I stayed awake half the night worrying about the test (let that be a lesson, to sleep, clear your mind) . Eventually I fell into the usual unconious state sleep usual caused.
Then next thing I knew, I woke up. The sun was in my face and I hugged my pillow praying that it would go away to let me sleep a bit longer. My thoughts were totally on sleeping longer that I didn't realize my bedroom window was at the foot of my bed, not to the left or right of it; but in my one tracked mind, I just rolled over, assuming that I could sleep with the sun to my back instead of my face. Then was the shock. I rolled completely over, so I was more or less on my front, instead of my side. Something felt defiantly odd. It took a second for me to realize what it was, but I was laying on something, right around my chest area and let me assume you, it wasn't my arm.
So what did I do, realizing I now have two part of attonity I never had before? Well, I like to say I did a manly thing or something, but what would the manly thing be? So I turned around, and sat up quicker then I ever had before, and twisted the blankets on the bed too hell and looked down my shirt. Confirming my fear, I did I what I hope any person in my position would do. I screamed! Here I am, a normal guy suddenly finding out I had boobs! What would you do?
Well, after my initial panic reaction, I did the next logical step. LOOK FOR HELP! Which did involve me running into a wall. Now before you start laughing and mocking me, I should tell you that my door is normal to the right of my bed. The door to this room was at the foot of the bed, and the wall was a bit closer to the bed then I door usually is.
Happily that was pretty much the end of my initial freaking out. I has yet to go though a couple more levels, but nothing so dramatic. After I sat up from the fall to the ground. I calmed down slightly. I was still a bit panic, but thinking more reasonable. First of all, the science test wasn't anywhere near the top things on my mind at this point. More important things were bothering me, such as: Where the hell was I? What happened? And the main thing, WHAT the HELL is on my chest? The last question was a bit easier to answer, but I still didn't believe it at this point.
Now I'm sure your asking, "When I hit the wall, did it hurt?" And the answer is simple. Stand up, run into a wall across the room you're in and you tell me? Yes it hurt! That's why I was initially unsure it this was a dream. But it had to be. Why? Well easy, I knew who I was or I should say who I had become, but. not initially, after I calmed down way more then I was at this point the pieces fell into place.
At the moment I was still trying to come to grips with what happened. Now that I had confirmed the wall was not in the location of my usual bedroom door (minus a few inches from it's usual distance from the bed). I also noted other important facts. The first being, I wasn't in my room. The room I was in seemed more feminine then my room and it favored a bluish look to the decor. I also noted the realization that it was drawn. Picture yourself standing in a middle of a cartoon. Everywhere around you existed as it did in a cartoon. Particularly a Anime. The color difference in the shadows of the walls and objects in the room would rate about an OAV series to a movie level of animation. So after the established I was in a cartoon, the second revelation came to me. I was not only in a cartoon, I WAS a cartoon. By deduction I established this simply by looking at me feet, which were drawn. The outline of my feet was a straight black, while my skin was a common skin color. Wiggling my toes also confirmed that it was my foot. Then the natural reaction was to look at my hand. I lifted it and waved my right hand in front of my face. Five fingers accounted for. At least that was a good thing. I wasn't a Simpson cartoon (Which I could have also ruled out, by not having yellow skin, but I was still a bit shocked from the entirety of my situation so it didn't occur to me till I counted my fingers).
So I established the fact that I was and was in a cartoon. The next thing I decided to determine was who I was. Now the rational person would go to a mirror. Well, I wasn't rational at this point. My first test was simple, but a little perverted after looking back. I poked my boobs, making sure they were 'real' (well real for a cartoon). I can't really describe the feeling poking myself had. I felt it but it wasn't like poking my self in the leg. Try poking yourself on the leg, then in the side. It kind of feels different at those two points. Well poking breasts also feels different when they're attached. I also assume that since I'm a cartoon (and the later determination that this was a dream), my breasts don't feel like a breast would as a normal girl in reality.
After confirming my upper body conversion, with the scientific poke method. I used the equally controversial pat method on my other area. This confirming my masculine part missing. I did have a brief second of "What the @%#$!" response, but I didn't say or do anything from it. It was more of an after thought at that point.
Step one was now complete, I knew without a doubt I was a girl. I was about ready to cry at that point. After was seemed endless time, waiting for the fact of my sexual conversion to sink in. I did the second next reasonable step. I stood up (also noting at this point my PJs were blue at this point as well) and I looked around the room again, this time looking for something, anything that could help tell me what happened and who I was.
Then the mirror was noticed, the one that sat up like a picture on the waist-high dresser. I went towards it, slowly realizing walking, as a girl wasn't any different from walking as a boy. This bit of information would be useful for the rest of the day.
I picked up the mirror and looked in it. Instantly recognizing the face looking back, Ami's face, from the cartoon Sailor Moon. Then my second full out panic attack happens. I screamed again. Looked down at Ami's PJed body and screamed a third time. After the screaming was over, the "What the?" phrases to the cosmic universe came out of my mouth. My first actually words as a female and I was talking like a idiot. Luckily no one else was there, or else I'll seem like a jabbering lunatic.
It took a few minutes for me to calm myself down, talking myself from the freaked out state I was in and trying to return breathing to some state of normal. After confirming my initial discovery of who I was by the mirror-refection method. Hundreds of questions flashed though my mind, everything from "Why does Ami have Blue hair?" to "How did this happen?"
It took a couple minutes to really do anything constructive, but my shock level was lowering to an acceptable level.
Now that I was Ami, and had to start using my knowledge of Sailor Moon to figure out what precautions I should take in this situation. My first instinct was to go back to bed, and hope it would all go away, and that I would wake up in MY bed and MY body, but after consideration that didn't seem like such a good idea. After all, why this was happening and how would probably be useful to answer so I could get home and I doubted my and Ami's bed was some kind of cosmic doorway from the real world and this cartoon world and their where too many cowinces for that. Like, "Being in my favorite Anime", "Being a popular character, instead of a nobody", "And I was having my Mercury crush at that point.(like anyone, your favorite characters change)"
So as Ami, first thing I asked myself, is "Why hasn't anyone come to the door, asking if I was ok?"
Well, Ami's mother is a doctor, so I took a guess that she was working. Anyway, she's barely even seen, in at all in the series. I don't remember ever seeing her. So the apartment was empty. I knew Ami lived in apartment so that wasn't too hard to figure out
Then I had the sudden though "Was Ami/I missing school?" She does live in Japan, and it is another world. How I do I know that Ami doesn't go to school or some special classes or something on Saturday, or the fact that in this would it even is Saturday. I had the reaction of trying to think what I had to do. I literally ran around the room and over the bed which having boobs that were unsupported made me quickly stop the marathon I was starting. Walking was one thing while running was another thing completely. Another Boy-to-Girl fact I'd have to remember.
Initially I gently tiptoed off the bed, which by coincidence was my stopping point. I didn't want to upset Ami's body. It wasn't will after I was off the bed and standing on the ground when it came to me, that I was Ami and a girl at this time and it may be better to get use to what happened when I did things or else I may look strange when and if I ever left the room. Plus the fact that was I still a guy at heart tended to make me a little more mischief. So I jumped on the spot a couple times and dropped onto the bed. Getting use to how the female body felt. I even thumped my chest in triumph to my newfound adventurism. BIG mistake! Hitting one's own breast HURT! I never really took into account how sensitive a girl's breast was. Sudden pressure on it wasn't a good thing. That was my second mental note in a Boy-to-Girl situation. I cupped it with my hand gently, and caringly asked it to stop hurting. Why people, particularly guys talk to women's breasts was a complete mystery to me, even after I woke up. I considered giving Ami's breasts names, which I've seen done on the TV and in movies but decided against it. What purpose would it serve?
When my breast ceased causing enough pain to warrant all my attention, I went back to trying to figure out Ami's life. If Ami had to wake up for school, here alarm clock would be set. I laid across the bed, quickly but carefully to keep from hurting myself again, I taped the button on top of Ami's alarm clock which was placed beside her bed on a night stand. It took a second to figure out, but her alarm was set to go off at 6 in the morning and wasn't set to go off today. Since Ami's a responsible genius I doubt she'll forget to turn on her clock. Anyway, even if it were on, what would it be on for?
Well at least my nerves were calmed a bit. So I sat up and decided that I needed to figure out what was going on. A detailed search of Ami's room told me where her mercury computer and scout pen was. Plus where her cloths, books and panties were.
Knowing where Ami's computer was and using it was completely different. I could read the screen and keys on the little pocket-sized computer were easy (be it a bit surprising, since I don't ready Japanese normally). The hard part was working it without a Windows operating system. Dang Microsoft! I guess it didn't exist a thousand years back in the moon kingdom when the computer was programmed. I would have thought that Ami would have upgraded it to Windows 98 or CE within the past thousand years, but I guess not. Well the Mercury computer was useless to me, till I could get a crash coarse in mini-super-computer operations or something.
Well, now was the dilemma. What is the next step? I sat for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. It took a few minutes till I thought about my situation. Would any of the other scout have been effected? If so, then some common event could be the reason I was a living cartoon. I went to the bedroom door, and into the hallway to the apartment when I realized I was still wearing PJs. I doubt wearing PJs in public was any more acceptable in Japan as it was at home. And I didn't see an address book when I looked through Ami's room, so calling the other scouts over the phones was out. If I could find a common meeting place, like Rei's Temple, or the video Arcade, one of the scouts would have to show up. Even if they we're their usual selves someone must have been thinking the same thing as I am. Or they're all in bed hiding. Either way, I had nothing to lose.
So I turned around to go back to Ami's room. I already knew where Ami's clothing's were but before changing, I stopped to think about what I do when I wake up. Yawn and scratch myself, which was already either done to a degree or passable steps in this situation. Then I usually go to the bathroom and shower. I considered the implications of showering while a girl. The fact that I was in a 'borrowed' body (I prayed), the moral implications, plus the fact that I'll have to be naked... Well the last thought pretty much was the deciding factor. I calmly returned to the hallway, and as quickly as possible (while remaining calm) searched for the bathroom. Luckly it wasn't a long search as it was two rooms over from Ami's room, and one room from the master bedroom.
The bathroom itself was larger then I would have expected for a apartment, but then again Ami's mother is a doctor, and doctors often make a lot of money. Well I think that's how it goes. Either way, the bathroom was a fair sized for an apartment. The tub seemed more to a tub style then a shower. There was a shower spray, but no curtons for the tub. I could have attempted to shower, but in most Animes I've seen the preferable thing to do is a bath. So I went to the tub, turned the water on, and to an approximant temperature level. I also looked and found a linen closet in the bathroom containing towels. I even poured a little bubble bath solution into the tub as I assume most Anime girls have bubbles baths.
I was ready to unclothe myself when I decided to set some ground rules. Even though I was a guy normally. I was going to repect Ami (Where ever she is) I decided on a simple list of rules for myself. Basically the main rule was no monkey play and no abusing Ami's body. I was determined to just bathe myself. I took off my PJs. Ami didn't seem to wear any panties under them. Looking down on Ami's nude body, a few thoughts crossed my mind, but I was going to stick to my rules. I locked the door, forgetting to do it earlier, and then turned off the tub, the water level seemed high enough. Then with one foot, I stepped were no man has gone before, into a tub as a women.
The water was a little bit warmer then I had expected, but tolerable. I slid into the tub till I sat complete in it. The water was just tickling the bottom of my breasts, but the bubbles covered them. I smiled at the thought that I wasn't Rei or Mina. I wouldn't know what to do with the long hair they have, or Serena. I definitely wouldn't have a clue about her hairstyle. Ami's hair was short, and pretty much a boy's length, well maybe a bit longer. First step was to find the soap. I felt around the tub, searching for the soap. Probably would have been a good idea to get it before I filled the tub. Oh well, lesson learnt. Eventually I found it by my knees and after a brief game of grab the soup I had it in my hand.
"Well now to soap up" I told myself. I still couldn't get over my voice. It didn't sound like Ami's voice, but it didn't sound like my own voice either. I hope it wouldn't become a problem when I meet the other scouts. But atleast it would help me tell if the others are other people. Their voice will sound different.
I rubbed the soap in my hands, and lifted up my left leg out of the bubbled water. I smeared the soup with both hands onto my leg. Starting as high as I could reach, near the ankle and working down into the water. I have to admit I did find washing Ami's body exciting, especially her legs. The legs were one of the things I found so attractive about the scouts. I couldn't help wondering if cartoons had to shave their legs or anything. Ami's leg felts smooth, but I guess the limits of drawing would eliminate things like leg hairs. I knew that a lot of the boys in Animes didn't have hair on their legs either. Either way, a women's leg, be it Anime or real was a lot sexier. And here I was washing it. I switched to the other leg and soaped it as well, letting the first sit in the tub. Then I worked around my waist area and between my legs. I was very careful not to do anything other then wash. I did like washing Ami's waist and stomach area. Feeling the hourglass figure on Ami's body was appealing. I also pivoted and soaped her bottom. Ami had a nice feeling butt too, just as I always imagined it feeling. Then I returned to the familiar breast area. I started rubbing the soap I my other hand again to get soup residue on it, but decided I better wash my breasts with the soap bar only. I felt I might be breaking my rule feeling and rubbing Ami's breast in my hand. I rubbed the bar on Ami's breast gently, and then started washing her arms, one at a time. After I had soaped Ami's body. I dunked my head into the water; lack of shampoo forced me to improvise. Anyway, I don't know how or why Ami's hair was Blue, and didn't want to turn it to another color by using products it wasn't use too.
Before I got out of the tub, I just let myself soak for a minute and take in the facts of my situation. I was somehow turned into a cartoon girl. Judging by the bath, I can get use to it.
But all good things come to a end and I reluctantly stood up and forced myself out of the bathtub. I pulled the plug and let the water drain out as I took the towel. I started toweling myself off, in the same order as I washed, from feet up. I tried to ignore the force of gravity on Ami's body, particularly her breasts but everything was an experience.
I dried off my body, probably spending more time then needed on my legs, butt and boobs but dry I soon was. I wrapped the towel around my waist, then realized that I had to adapt. I spent a couple minutes figuring out how to wrap the towel around my body, covering the nipples on my breasts. Then I unlocked the door and headed to Ami's room. Hoping I succeeding in completely bathing right. Who know if women bathe differently then a man? Probably did the more I think about it, but I was pretty much guessing at what I was doing. So hopefully I got enough done.
After spending time looking though Ami's cloths, I figured bathing was easy. Choosing what to wear, THAT was hard. At first I was looking for something masculine to wear. Naturally that is what I usually try to wear. Then after sorting though Ami's cloths, I figured something girlish would be better to go. After all, I am a girl. Everything I choose seemed either too much like a guy or too girly. The towel also kept loosening. I readjusted it a few minute, then just gave up. I closed the door to the bedroom, and let the towel fall as I looked.
One thing for sure is Ami nor I would ever be a nudist. Walking around her room in the nude wasn't as appealing as I thought it might be. I'm sure it would be for some guy if they could see me though the window, but I took the precaution of closing the blinds, blocking any peeping toms.
I eventually got fed-up with the nudist idea and grabbed one of Ami's many one-piece swimsuits. Putting it on till I could figure out what to wear. Wearing a girl's swimsuit was an interesting experience in itself. Every action had a equal and opposite reaction. I lean left, and the suit stretched on the right. I lean right and the left stretches against my skin. This had me wondering about the sailor suits. Why was the skirt able to be so short? What did it feel like? I rationalized it, as "What if I need to become Sailor Mercury I better try it to see if I can become Mercury." But I really just wanted to 'try it on'.
I retrieved Sailor Mercury's transformation Pen, held it in my hand and said "Mercury POWER!" Nothing happened. I then tried, "Mercury STAR Power!" and again, nothing. I racked my brain, trying to remember Sailor Mercury's next. evolved call… "Mercury Something power", what was it? I kept thinking about Sailor Moon's crystal, thinking that had something to do with it, when I remembered, "Mercury Crystal Power!"
The transformation was amazing. I felt weightless as the costume formed onto my body. In the excitement, I completely forgot Mercury's completing pose, but it didn't matter, Sailor Mercury was who I was. The costume was skintight. It seemed like some kind of white leather material. I jumped testing it's fit. My breasts seemed tucked in nicely, but not too tight, which was nice because I really didn't like the earlier unpleasantness involving them. I placed me hands on my hips and took deep breaths, getting the feel of the costume. I regretted that Ami didn't have a full length mirror in her room. I did a couple stretches, getting use to the costume. Then realized the master bedroom probably had a mirror.
I ran to the other bedroom, almost twisting my ankle. I didn't realize the differences in the type of footwear the costume had but quickly recovered. The Master Bedroom's closet door was a full-length mirror. I looked at my reflection and blushed at the realization that I had a crush on myself now. I could help smiling and holding my head closer to left shoulder and my hands together in a cute flattered response to my own thoughts. I was cute and each thought of my cuteness seemed to send me into a deeper and cuter flattered expression. I even blew my reflection a kiss before pulling myself away from the mirror.
As I walked to the bedroom again, I hugged myself, actually missing the complements I was giving myself mentally in front of the mirror. By the time I was in Ami's bedroom again, I was concerned. Physically I was a woman. Mentally I'm a man. Emotionally what does that make me? Do I like Girls? Or boys? The thought of being emotionally moved by a guy made me shutter. According to what just happened, I'll have to surmises I'm both. A man, who is in love with the women I am and I react to my own thoughts. I shuttered again to the thought of being stuck this way for the rest of my life. I hugged myself; somehow it made me feel better.
"I'll just have to keep in mind that she's only a cartoon and this is only a cartoon body", I told myself, but I didn't believe it even when I was saying it. I had to sit down and calm me nerves. I once again sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for my heart to stop beating like a jackhammer. Being a girl, started out so nice. I looked down at the body I had admired on the TV set. My heart raced again. I could never see down Mercury's front before. I put my hands over my collar opening, blocking the view of my 'cleavage'. I didn't feel this attracted to Ami, even when I saw myself naked. I decided the best thing to do was to de-transform back to Ami. I looked down again, not being able to keep from making glimpse at my 'cleavage'. I put one of my hands onto the jewel at the center of the bow on my chest, which seemed more like a large lightweight and blue pearl. I had to spend a second to figure out how to take it off. At first I though It might slip off or unpin. I could find any release mechanism. I was starting to panic again, whither it was the fear of being stuck as Sailor Mercury and attracted to myself, or just being caught as Sailor Mercury I wasn't sure, but in the panic I just yanked the pearl off, and it became Mercury's pen, while the sailor suit vanished, the swimsuit I had on reappearing.
I decided I would never figure out what I should wear and being Sailor Mercury made me even more self-conious about it. I decided the only thig to do was to wear that Ami would wear. To establish Ami's fashion sense, I looked around till I found a recent picture of Ami. Finding one with her NOT wearing her school uniform was a bit of a challenge. I eventually found one with her at the arcade with the other scouts. I looked for the cloths she had on in the picture and laid them out. A whitish blouse, a blue mini shirt and a broach I found in her jewelry box. I randomly picked panties and a bra to wear. My knowledge in this area was limited The panties were easy, the bra was a little more difficult to put on. It had three different spots to clip in the back. Each spot was either tighter or looser. And I didn't know how it was support to be. I picked the middle clips and clipped the back of the bra. I had to adjust my breast placement a little, but after a jump test, the bra seemed to work, holding them reasonable up. It actually felt a little better wearing a bra.
The blouse wasn't too hard to figure out. It was pretty much like any other shirt. And after I figured out the button for the skirt was support to be in the back and not the front, I looked half reasonable. The broach took a little more work to put on. I didn't quite know how it affixed to the shirt's collar. Eventually I figured it out (I hope) and I was fully dressed. Except for shoes. The picture didn't include Ami's feet. I looked at her shoe collection, which was modest compared to what I heard about women and shoes. I decided to try the blue heels, which I figured would go with the skirt. So I picked them up and sitting on the bed, put them on. When I stood up, I was afraid I was going to slide right off them. My heels must have been two inches off the ground. I started to walk, but fell after my second step. I guess high heels takes a little practice. I stood up again and started walking when one of the heels broke off the shoe. I fell again, and cursed the shoes while taking them off.
"I hope Ami doesn't get too mad at me." I said to myself after looking at the broken shoe. After that I decided that sneakers were the way to go. Not only did I know how to wear and walk in them, but also they wouldn't break so easily.
I painfully put earrings on. I picked something modest, single white pearl rings And before you say, "Painfully?" I never wore earrings before and I didn't want to look in a mirror again after the last experience. I was about to head for the apartment door, when I though about my hair. Blue or not, I knew girls brushed it regularly. So I went into the bathroom, found a brush and risked looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. The mirror mostly showed a profile picture of me (shoulders, and head). So I brushed my hair, trying to keep all thoughts of my cuteness out of my mind. I slipped a couple times, and blushed at my own thoughts, but I showed more self control this time then I did in the master bedroom. After Ami's hair was brush and more bouncy then it was when I entered the bathroom, I decided to see what the world would see me like as Ami.
I left the bathroom, and went to the main body of the apartment. On the dinning room table was some sandwiches. I knew Ami's favorite food was sandwiches. So I picked one up and ate it as I walked to the front door. Beside the door, keys hung. I picked a set, and check them on the door till I found the one that unlocked it. At least I'll be able to get back into the apartment. Then came the question on where to put the key. I slipped it into a small pocket in the skirt and left the apartment.
I stood outside the door, taking a deep breath. "One small step for man, one huge step for me."
I walked down the hallway to the elevator, and pushed the down button. I had to pull down my skirt since it seemed to want to move up. The empty elevator opened up and I walked into it. Touching the lobby button. As the door closed I had another problem. The elevator door was a shiny metal and I could see my reflection. I was so off guard, I spun around, looking at the back of the elevator. I had to get use to seeing my reflection I told myself. Not like I could avoid it. I tried to stay calm as I turned and slowly looked at my reflection. I was cute, I had to admit that and even if I blushed I didn't have to let myself loose control. I mentally gave myself complements and practiced not responding to them. The worst that happened was blushing and smiling, which I could make up an excuse about if I needed too.
The door opened and I stepped out into a lobby way which had people walking around, into elevators and out to the streets. This was my first interaction with people as a girl. I stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby.
Ever have a really strange dream? Well, try to beat this one.
Chapter One
It was an average week. Sunday, I just goofed off, Monday I lost my homework on the day it was due; Tuesday, hand in last minute re-done homework; Wednesday, attend classes, learn, and usual have to break into my locker after locking the key in it again; Thursday, Cram for a Friday test at the last minute; Friday, write test and pray that I pass. Saturday was the odd day from this week. Usual my day involves, TV, screwing about with my friends, doing homework and usual a late night movie. Except this Saturday was different. IN retrospect it had to be a dream, but talk about a dream with so much realism you would feel like your actually living it.
Most guys who commonly watch Anime, like Dragon Ball Z, or Pokemon, Ranma ½ or some other show. Me, I'm a Sailor Moon Fan. So this is one of those things you got to hide. Being a Anime Fan was ok, but being a fan of a Anime meant for girls automatically brings you down to the weenie-dork level is the social world of high school. I know a couple of other Sailor moon fans that are of the male persuasion. We chat online, and even play in RPG games pretending to be Sailor scouts, or Knights or some other Super Character. Occasionally, an online conversation about why guys like Sailor moon would pop up (usually some girl starting the conversation). And then we all have to come up with macho reason why.
Personally, and confidentially, why do I like Sailor Moon? Well, think about it! A bunch of well-figured teenager girls running about in short skirts that are so short they can't possible exist in the real world. Why do you think I like it? The plotline episode to episode is questionable. You've watched one episode, you pretty much got the jest of the normal plot lines. Scouts have a dilemma in their normal lives, enemy hatches a plan to take energy/pure hearts/etc., the scouts fight a monster and the scouts defeat the monster. Then the personal non-scout problem is solved. That's pretty much the whole plot for 80 to 90 percent of the episodes. The continuous plot line going throughout the whole season does help a little, but the main reason, sex appeal. If anyone ever found out I'll probably be sent to Psycreithic counseling for the rest of my life, but we have to admit it, big boobs, and/or hot girls are half the reason the normal human male are interested in comics and anime. Plots come second.
Any case, now that you know my dirty little secret, I'll tell you about my dream. I went to bed on Friday night, wondering like usual, "Did I pass my afternoon test in -Whatever subject I was tested on?" this case it was a science test, which had me the more worried because I suck at science. I stayed awake half the night worrying about the test (let that be a lesson, to sleep, clear your mind) . Eventually I fell into the usual unconious state sleep usual caused.
Then next thing I knew, I woke up. The sun was in my face and I hugged my pillow praying that it would go away to let me sleep a bit longer. My thoughts were totally on sleeping longer that I didn't realize my bedroom window was at the foot of my bed, not to the left or right of it; but in my one tracked mind, I just rolled over, assuming that I could sleep with the sun to my back instead of my face. Then was the shock. I rolled completely over, so I was more or less on my front, instead of my side. Something felt defiantly odd. It took a second for me to realize what it was, but I was laying on something, right around my chest area and let me assume you, it wasn't my arm.
So what did I do, realizing I now have two part of attonity I never had before? Well, I like to say I did a manly thing or something, but what would the manly thing be? So I turned around, and sat up quicker then I ever had before, and twisted the blankets on the bed too hell and looked down my shirt. Confirming my fear, I did I what I hope any person in my position would do. I screamed! Here I am, a normal guy suddenly finding out I had boobs! What would you do?
Well, after my initial panic reaction, I did the next logical step. LOOK FOR HELP! Which did involve me running into a wall. Now before you start laughing and mocking me, I should tell you that my door is normal to the right of my bed. The door to this room was at the foot of the bed, and the wall was a bit closer to the bed then I door usually is.
Happily that was pretty much the end of my initial freaking out. I has yet to go though a couple more levels, but nothing so dramatic. After I sat up from the fall to the ground. I calmed down slightly. I was still a bit panic, but thinking more reasonable. First of all, the science test wasn't anywhere near the top things on my mind at this point. More important things were bothering me, such as: Where the hell was I? What happened? And the main thing, WHAT the HELL is on my chest? The last question was a bit easier to answer, but I still didn't believe it at this point.
Now I'm sure your asking, "When I hit the wall, did it hurt?" And the answer is simple. Stand up, run into a wall across the room you're in and you tell me? Yes it hurt! That's why I was initially unsure it this was a dream. But it had to be. Why? Well easy, I knew who I was or I should say who I had become, but. not initially, after I calmed down way more then I was at this point the pieces fell into place.
At the moment I was still trying to come to grips with what happened. Now that I had confirmed the wall was not in the location of my usual bedroom door (minus a few inches from it's usual distance from the bed). I also noted other important facts. The first being, I wasn't in my room. The room I was in seemed more feminine then my room and it favored a bluish look to the decor. I also noted the realization that it was drawn. Picture yourself standing in a middle of a cartoon. Everywhere around you existed as it did in a cartoon. Particularly a Anime. The color difference in the shadows of the walls and objects in the room would rate about an OAV series to a movie level of animation. So after the established I was in a cartoon, the second revelation came to me. I was not only in a cartoon, I WAS a cartoon. By deduction I established this simply by looking at me feet, which were drawn. The outline of my feet was a straight black, while my skin was a common skin color. Wiggling my toes also confirmed that it was my foot. Then the natural reaction was to look at my hand. I lifted it and waved my right hand in front of my face. Five fingers accounted for. At least that was a good thing. I wasn't a Simpson cartoon (Which I could have also ruled out, by not having yellow skin, but I was still a bit shocked from the entirety of my situation so it didn't occur to me till I counted my fingers).
So I established the fact that I was and was in a cartoon. The next thing I decided to determine was who I was. Now the rational person would go to a mirror. Well, I wasn't rational at this point. My first test was simple, but a little perverted after looking back. I poked my boobs, making sure they were 'real' (well real for a cartoon). I can't really describe the feeling poking myself had. I felt it but it wasn't like poking my self in the leg. Try poking yourself on the leg, then in the side. It kind of feels different at those two points. Well poking breasts also feels different when they're attached. I also assume that since I'm a cartoon (and the later determination that this was a dream), my breasts don't feel like a breast would as a normal girl in reality.
After confirming my upper body conversion, with the scientific poke method. I used the equally controversial pat method on my other area. This confirming my masculine part missing. I did have a brief second of "What the @%#$!" response, but I didn't say or do anything from it. It was more of an after thought at that point.
Step one was now complete, I knew without a doubt I was a girl. I was about ready to cry at that point. After was seemed endless time, waiting for the fact of my sexual conversion to sink in. I did the second next reasonable step. I stood up (also noting at this point my PJs were blue at this point as well) and I looked around the room again, this time looking for something, anything that could help tell me what happened and who I was.
Then the mirror was noticed, the one that sat up like a picture on the waist-high dresser. I went towards it, slowly realizing walking, as a girl wasn't any different from walking as a boy. This bit of information would be useful for the rest of the day.
I picked up the mirror and looked in it. Instantly recognizing the face looking back, Ami's face, from the cartoon Sailor Moon. Then my second full out panic attack happens. I screamed again. Looked down at Ami's PJed body and screamed a third time. After the screaming was over, the "What the?" phrases to the cosmic universe came out of my mouth. My first actually words as a female and I was talking like a idiot. Luckily no one else was there, or else I'll seem like a jabbering lunatic.
It took a few minutes for me to calm myself down, talking myself from the freaked out state I was in and trying to return breathing to some state of normal. After confirming my initial discovery of who I was by the mirror-refection method. Hundreds of questions flashed though my mind, everything from "Why does Ami have Blue hair?" to "How did this happen?"
It took a couple minutes to really do anything constructive, but my shock level was lowering to an acceptable level.
Now that I was Ami, and had to start using my knowledge of Sailor Moon to figure out what precautions I should take in this situation. My first instinct was to go back to bed, and hope it would all go away, and that I would wake up in MY bed and MY body, but after consideration that didn't seem like such a good idea. After all, why this was happening and how would probably be useful to answer so I could get home and I doubted my and Ami's bed was some kind of cosmic doorway from the real world and this cartoon world and their where too many cowinces for that. Like, "Being in my favorite Anime", "Being a popular character, instead of a nobody", "And I was having my Mercury crush at that point.(like anyone, your favorite characters change)"
So as Ami, first thing I asked myself, is "Why hasn't anyone come to the door, asking if I was ok?"
Well, Ami's mother is a doctor, so I took a guess that she was working. Anyway, she's barely even seen, in at all in the series. I don't remember ever seeing her. So the apartment was empty. I knew Ami lived in apartment so that wasn't too hard to figure out
Then I had the sudden though "Was Ami/I missing school?" She does live in Japan, and it is another world. How I do I know that Ami doesn't go to school or some special classes or something on Saturday, or the fact that in this would it even is Saturday. I had the reaction of trying to think what I had to do. I literally ran around the room and over the bed which having boobs that were unsupported made me quickly stop the marathon I was starting. Walking was one thing while running was another thing completely. Another Boy-to-Girl fact I'd have to remember.
Initially I gently tiptoed off the bed, which by coincidence was my stopping point. I didn't want to upset Ami's body. It wasn't will after I was off the bed and standing on the ground when it came to me, that I was Ami and a girl at this time and it may be better to get use to what happened when I did things or else I may look strange when and if I ever left the room. Plus the fact that was I still a guy at heart tended to make me a little more mischief. So I jumped on the spot a couple times and dropped onto the bed. Getting use to how the female body felt. I even thumped my chest in triumph to my newfound adventurism. BIG mistake! Hitting one's own breast HURT! I never really took into account how sensitive a girl's breast was. Sudden pressure on it wasn't a good thing. That was my second mental note in a Boy-to-Girl situation. I cupped it with my hand gently, and caringly asked it to stop hurting. Why people, particularly guys talk to women's breasts was a complete mystery to me, even after I woke up. I considered giving Ami's breasts names, which I've seen done on the TV and in movies but decided against it. What purpose would it serve?
When my breast ceased causing enough pain to warrant all my attention, I went back to trying to figure out Ami's life. If Ami had to wake up for school, here alarm clock would be set. I laid across the bed, quickly but carefully to keep from hurting myself again, I taped the button on top of Ami's alarm clock which was placed beside her bed on a night stand. It took a second to figure out, but her alarm was set to go off at 6 in the morning and wasn't set to go off today. Since Ami's a responsible genius I doubt she'll forget to turn on her clock. Anyway, even if it were on, what would it be on for?
Well at least my nerves were calmed a bit. So I sat up and decided that I needed to figure out what was going on. A detailed search of Ami's room told me where her mercury computer and scout pen was. Plus where her cloths, books and panties were.
Knowing where Ami's computer was and using it was completely different. I could read the screen and keys on the little pocket-sized computer were easy (be it a bit surprising, since I don't ready Japanese normally). The hard part was working it without a Windows operating system. Dang Microsoft! I guess it didn't exist a thousand years back in the moon kingdom when the computer was programmed. I would have thought that Ami would have upgraded it to Windows 98 or CE within the past thousand years, but I guess not. Well the Mercury computer was useless to me, till I could get a crash coarse in mini-super-computer operations or something.
Well, now was the dilemma. What is the next step? I sat for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. It took a few minutes till I thought about my situation. Would any of the other scout have been effected? If so, then some common event could be the reason I was a living cartoon. I went to the bedroom door, and into the hallway to the apartment when I realized I was still wearing PJs. I doubt wearing PJs in public was any more acceptable in Japan as it was at home. And I didn't see an address book when I looked through Ami's room, so calling the other scouts over the phones was out. If I could find a common meeting place, like Rei's Temple, or the video Arcade, one of the scouts would have to show up. Even if they we're their usual selves someone must have been thinking the same thing as I am. Or they're all in bed hiding. Either way, I had nothing to lose.
So I turned around to go back to Ami's room. I already knew where Ami's clothing's were but before changing, I stopped to think about what I do when I wake up. Yawn and scratch myself, which was already either done to a degree or passable steps in this situation. Then I usually go to the bathroom and shower. I considered the implications of showering while a girl. The fact that I was in a 'borrowed' body (I prayed), the moral implications, plus the fact that I'll have to be naked... Well the last thought pretty much was the deciding factor. I calmly returned to the hallway, and as quickly as possible (while remaining calm) searched for the bathroom. Luckly it wasn't a long search as it was two rooms over from Ami's room, and one room from the master bedroom.
The bathroom itself was larger then I would have expected for a apartment, but then again Ami's mother is a doctor, and doctors often make a lot of money. Well I think that's how it goes. Either way, the bathroom was a fair sized for an apartment. The tub seemed more to a tub style then a shower. There was a shower spray, but no curtons for the tub. I could have attempted to shower, but in most Animes I've seen the preferable thing to do is a bath. So I went to the tub, turned the water on, and to an approximant temperature level. I also looked and found a linen closet in the bathroom containing towels. I even poured a little bubble bath solution into the tub as I assume most Anime girls have bubbles baths.
I was ready to unclothe myself when I decided to set some ground rules. Even though I was a guy normally. I was going to repect Ami (Where ever she is) I decided on a simple list of rules for myself. Basically the main rule was no monkey play and no abusing Ami's body. I was determined to just bathe myself. I took off my PJs. Ami didn't seem to wear any panties under them. Looking down on Ami's nude body, a few thoughts crossed my mind, but I was going to stick to my rules. I locked the door, forgetting to do it earlier, and then turned off the tub, the water level seemed high enough. Then with one foot, I stepped were no man has gone before, into a tub as a women.
The water was a little bit warmer then I had expected, but tolerable. I slid into the tub till I sat complete in it. The water was just tickling the bottom of my breasts, but the bubbles covered them. I smiled at the thought that I wasn't Rei or Mina. I wouldn't know what to do with the long hair they have, or Serena. I definitely wouldn't have a clue about her hairstyle. Ami's hair was short, and pretty much a boy's length, well maybe a bit longer. First step was to find the soap. I felt around the tub, searching for the soap. Probably would have been a good idea to get it before I filled the tub. Oh well, lesson learnt. Eventually I found it by my knees and after a brief game of grab the soup I had it in my hand.
"Well now to soap up" I told myself. I still couldn't get over my voice. It didn't sound like Ami's voice, but it didn't sound like my own voice either. I hope it wouldn't become a problem when I meet the other scouts. But atleast it would help me tell if the others are other people. Their voice will sound different.
I rubbed the soap in my hands, and lifted up my left leg out of the bubbled water. I smeared the soup with both hands onto my leg. Starting as high as I could reach, near the ankle and working down into the water. I have to admit I did find washing Ami's body exciting, especially her legs. The legs were one of the things I found so attractive about the scouts. I couldn't help wondering if cartoons had to shave their legs or anything. Ami's leg felts smooth, but I guess the limits of drawing would eliminate things like leg hairs. I knew that a lot of the boys in Animes didn't have hair on their legs either. Either way, a women's leg, be it Anime or real was a lot sexier. And here I was washing it. I switched to the other leg and soaped it as well, letting the first sit in the tub. Then I worked around my waist area and between my legs. I was very careful not to do anything other then wash. I did like washing Ami's waist and stomach area. Feeling the hourglass figure on Ami's body was appealing. I also pivoted and soaped her bottom. Ami had a nice feeling butt too, just as I always imagined it feeling. Then I returned to the familiar breast area. I started rubbing the soap I my other hand again to get soup residue on it, but decided I better wash my breasts with the soap bar only. I felt I might be breaking my rule feeling and rubbing Ami's breast in my hand. I rubbed the bar on Ami's breast gently, and then started washing her arms, one at a time. After I had soaped Ami's body. I dunked my head into the water; lack of shampoo forced me to improvise. Anyway, I don't know how or why Ami's hair was Blue, and didn't want to turn it to another color by using products it wasn't use too.
Before I got out of the tub, I just let myself soak for a minute and take in the facts of my situation. I was somehow turned into a cartoon girl. Judging by the bath, I can get use to it.
But all good things come to a end and I reluctantly stood up and forced myself out of the bathtub. I pulled the plug and let the water drain out as I took the towel. I started toweling myself off, in the same order as I washed, from feet up. I tried to ignore the force of gravity on Ami's body, particularly her breasts but everything was an experience.
I dried off my body, probably spending more time then needed on my legs, butt and boobs but dry I soon was. I wrapped the towel around my waist, then realized that I had to adapt. I spent a couple minutes figuring out how to wrap the towel around my body, covering the nipples on my breasts. Then I unlocked the door and headed to Ami's room. Hoping I succeeding in completely bathing right. Who know if women bathe differently then a man? Probably did the more I think about it, but I was pretty much guessing at what I was doing. So hopefully I got enough done.
After spending time looking though Ami's cloths, I figured bathing was easy. Choosing what to wear, THAT was hard. At first I was looking for something masculine to wear. Naturally that is what I usually try to wear. Then after sorting though Ami's cloths, I figured something girlish would be better to go. After all, I am a girl. Everything I choose seemed either too much like a guy or too girly. The towel also kept loosening. I readjusted it a few minute, then just gave up. I closed the door to the bedroom, and let the towel fall as I looked.
One thing for sure is Ami nor I would ever be a nudist. Walking around her room in the nude wasn't as appealing as I thought it might be. I'm sure it would be for some guy if they could see me though the window, but I took the precaution of closing the blinds, blocking any peeping toms.
I eventually got fed-up with the nudist idea and grabbed one of Ami's many one-piece swimsuits. Putting it on till I could figure out what to wear. Wearing a girl's swimsuit was an interesting experience in itself. Every action had a equal and opposite reaction. I lean left, and the suit stretched on the right. I lean right and the left stretches against my skin. This had me wondering about the sailor suits. Why was the skirt able to be so short? What did it feel like? I rationalized it, as "What if I need to become Sailor Mercury I better try it to see if I can become Mercury." But I really just wanted to 'try it on'.
I retrieved Sailor Mercury's transformation Pen, held it in my hand and said "Mercury POWER!" Nothing happened. I then tried, "Mercury STAR Power!" and again, nothing. I racked my brain, trying to remember Sailor Mercury's next. evolved call… "Mercury Something power", what was it? I kept thinking about Sailor Moon's crystal, thinking that had something to do with it, when I remembered, "Mercury Crystal Power!"
The transformation was amazing. I felt weightless as the costume formed onto my body. In the excitement, I completely forgot Mercury's completing pose, but it didn't matter, Sailor Mercury was who I was. The costume was skintight. It seemed like some kind of white leather material. I jumped testing it's fit. My breasts seemed tucked in nicely, but not too tight, which was nice because I really didn't like the earlier unpleasantness involving them. I placed me hands on my hips and took deep breaths, getting the feel of the costume. I regretted that Ami didn't have a full length mirror in her room. I did a couple stretches, getting use to the costume. Then realized the master bedroom probably had a mirror.
I ran to the other bedroom, almost twisting my ankle. I didn't realize the differences in the type of footwear the costume had but quickly recovered. The Master Bedroom's closet door was a full-length mirror. I looked at my reflection and blushed at the realization that I had a crush on myself now. I could help smiling and holding my head closer to left shoulder and my hands together in a cute flattered response to my own thoughts. I was cute and each thought of my cuteness seemed to send me into a deeper and cuter flattered expression. I even blew my reflection a kiss before pulling myself away from the mirror.
As I walked to the bedroom again, I hugged myself, actually missing the complements I was giving myself mentally in front of the mirror. By the time I was in Ami's bedroom again, I was concerned. Physically I was a woman. Mentally I'm a man. Emotionally what does that make me? Do I like Girls? Or boys? The thought of being emotionally moved by a guy made me shutter. According to what just happened, I'll have to surmises I'm both. A man, who is in love with the women I am and I react to my own thoughts. I shuttered again to the thought of being stuck this way for the rest of my life. I hugged myself; somehow it made me feel better.
"I'll just have to keep in mind that she's only a cartoon and this is only a cartoon body", I told myself, but I didn't believe it even when I was saying it. I had to sit down and calm me nerves. I once again sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for my heart to stop beating like a jackhammer. Being a girl, started out so nice. I looked down at the body I had admired on the TV set. My heart raced again. I could never see down Mercury's front before. I put my hands over my collar opening, blocking the view of my 'cleavage'. I didn't feel this attracted to Ami, even when I saw myself naked. I decided the best thing to do was to de-transform back to Ami. I looked down again, not being able to keep from making glimpse at my 'cleavage'. I put one of my hands onto the jewel at the center of the bow on my chest, which seemed more like a large lightweight and blue pearl. I had to spend a second to figure out how to take it off. At first I though It might slip off or unpin. I could find any release mechanism. I was starting to panic again, whither it was the fear of being stuck as Sailor Mercury and attracted to myself, or just being caught as Sailor Mercury I wasn't sure, but in the panic I just yanked the pearl off, and it became Mercury's pen, while the sailor suit vanished, the swimsuit I had on reappearing.
I decided I would never figure out what I should wear and being Sailor Mercury made me even more self-conious about it. I decided the only thig to do was to wear that Ami would wear. To establish Ami's fashion sense, I looked around till I found a recent picture of Ami. Finding one with her NOT wearing her school uniform was a bit of a challenge. I eventually found one with her at the arcade with the other scouts. I looked for the cloths she had on in the picture and laid them out. A whitish blouse, a blue mini shirt and a broach I found in her jewelry box. I randomly picked panties and a bra to wear. My knowledge in this area was limited The panties were easy, the bra was a little more difficult to put on. It had three different spots to clip in the back. Each spot was either tighter or looser. And I didn't know how it was support to be. I picked the middle clips and clipped the back of the bra. I had to adjust my breast placement a little, but after a jump test, the bra seemed to work, holding them reasonable up. It actually felt a little better wearing a bra.
The blouse wasn't too hard to figure out. It was pretty much like any other shirt. And after I figured out the button for the skirt was support to be in the back and not the front, I looked half reasonable. The broach took a little more work to put on. I didn't quite know how it affixed to the shirt's collar. Eventually I figured it out (I hope) and I was fully dressed. Except for shoes. The picture didn't include Ami's feet. I looked at her shoe collection, which was modest compared to what I heard about women and shoes. I decided to try the blue heels, which I figured would go with the skirt. So I picked them up and sitting on the bed, put them on. When I stood up, I was afraid I was going to slide right off them. My heels must have been two inches off the ground. I started to walk, but fell after my second step. I guess high heels takes a little practice. I stood up again and started walking when one of the heels broke off the shoe. I fell again, and cursed the shoes while taking them off.
"I hope Ami doesn't get too mad at me." I said to myself after looking at the broken shoe. After that I decided that sneakers were the way to go. Not only did I know how to wear and walk in them, but also they wouldn't break so easily.
I painfully put earrings on. I picked something modest, single white pearl rings And before you say, "Painfully?" I never wore earrings before and I didn't want to look in a mirror again after the last experience. I was about to head for the apartment door, when I though about my hair. Blue or not, I knew girls brushed it regularly. So I went into the bathroom, found a brush and risked looking at myself in the bathroom mirror. The mirror mostly showed a profile picture of me (shoulders, and head). So I brushed my hair, trying to keep all thoughts of my cuteness out of my mind. I slipped a couple times, and blushed at my own thoughts, but I showed more self control this time then I did in the master bedroom. After Ami's hair was brush and more bouncy then it was when I entered the bathroom, I decided to see what the world would see me like as Ami.
I left the bathroom, and went to the main body of the apartment. On the dinning room table was some sandwiches. I knew Ami's favorite food was sandwiches. So I picked one up and ate it as I walked to the front door. Beside the door, keys hung. I picked a set, and check them on the door till I found the one that unlocked it. At least I'll be able to get back into the apartment. Then came the question on where to put the key. I slipped it into a small pocket in the skirt and left the apartment.
I stood outside the door, taking a deep breath. "One small step for man, one huge step for me."
I walked down the hallway to the elevator, and pushed the down button. I had to pull down my skirt since it seemed to want to move up. The empty elevator opened up and I walked into it. Touching the lobby button. As the door closed I had another problem. The elevator door was a shiny metal and I could see my reflection. I was so off guard, I spun around, looking at the back of the elevator. I had to get use to seeing my reflection I told myself. Not like I could avoid it. I tried to stay calm as I turned and slowly looked at my reflection. I was cute, I had to admit that and even if I blushed I didn't have to let myself loose control. I mentally gave myself complements and practiced not responding to them. The worst that happened was blushing and smiling, which I could make up an excuse about if I needed too.
The door opened and I stepped out into a lobby way which had people walking around, into elevators and out to the streets. This was my first interaction with people as a girl. I stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby.