Mashima Hiro and Kodansha created and own Fairy Tail.


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Mira-Sensei's Transforming Magic Session!


"Okay," Mirajane said cheerfully, putting on her best beautiful smile as she addressed the three girls sitting before her. "You've been here with us for four months now, and while it's nice Miss Yukino could finally get her wind magic to work too, you're still going too slowly in your progresses with magic, I'm afraid. So Erza thought maybe I could give you some tips on the subject of transformation."

"Transformation into what?" Nanami frowned, never one to trust saintly, gorgeous smiles like that one. She was from Ohtori, after all. The smile is a lie!

"Oh, into so many different things, so many different kinds of people!" the silver haired woman laughed lightly, while Hikaru grew more excited by the second and Yukino put a hand to her mouth in apprehension. "It might be relatively useless in direct confrontations, since turning into Natsu won't give you his strength, but it's still a valuable tool under the right conditions!"

"Turning into Natsu won't give us Natsu's idiocy, in a bad way, will it?" asked Motsu, sitting on Hikaru's head while Shichimi softly snored on the redhead's lap.

Mirajane looked at the small fat frog. "No, although in your case it would still be an improvement." There weren't many that could be said about, and their ranks in Mundus Magicus could probably be counted with the fingers of both hands with a few left to spare, but Motsu definitely qualified, so much even Mira had relatively little patience for him. Then she retook character and smiled at the Magic Knights again. "Come on, it'll be fun and safe, I promise!"

"W-Well," Yukino gulped, "I believe that might prove being an useful skill, let's say, for easily escaping unwanted attractions from dangerous people..."


One week ago:

Yukino extended an arm forward, drew the deepest breath of her life, and remembered the advice of Guru Clef, so long ago, seemingly a lifetime behind. If she was to ever make this work, it was now or never. The water mage had hurt Gray-san badly because he'd refused to cut loose, not wanting to get Yukino hurt in the crossfire... or crosswater, whatever the term was in this case... so Yukino knew she owed him this much, and more. Also, she was sick and tired of being so weak, something Haruka-chan would no doubt have chided her over. And the last thing Yukino ever wanted to do was to disappoint Haruka.

So she put the whole of her willpower into it, closing her eyes tightly and letting her soul take over her impulses, her drive. She wished for it to work like she'd hardly ever wished before. She knew it had, indeed, worked, when the name came to her mind on its own, and she felt the surge of power running through and bursting out of her arm, shooting straight ahead while she held the fabled shield in her other hand.

"Emerald Typhoon!-!"

She didn't really feel the need to scream the attack's name, but apparently everybody in the Guilds liked doing that, and she guessed it was what Haruka would have done it as well, so she shouted it despite the fact it distracted Juvia's attraction back to her immediately. On the plus side, however, it had made her stopping from beating on Gray while panting suggestively and making all sorts of suggestive creepy remarks. And anyway, it wasn't like she had any time to do anything before the full force of the wind blast hit her squarely.


Now, Yukino flinched again at the memory, and silently regretted what those actions had brought forth. "I've decided I want to focus more on non-violent spells, since those seem to bring the worst out of people! Please teach us, Mirajane-sensei!"

"Yeah, that's right!" Hikaru shook a fist in a circle over her head while Nanami only grumbled bitterly. "I want to learn all that already!"

Mira clapped lightly. "That's the spirit, what a class of spirited girls you are! Well, transformation magic is a deep and complex art, but being chosen ones of Princess Emeraude, I'd say you must have the extra potential to master it quickly. At least on a basic level."

"You mean they got plot coupons, in a good way," Motsu said, scratching himself on the tummy. "Big deal, anyone can get crap done fast that way. Much like Master Nagi, man of a thousand spells, he also charmed all women much like Yukino does..."

Yukino blushed very deeply and then shoved him off Hikaru's head. "M-M-Motsu-san, please! Y-You're making it sound like I did intentionally, or something!"


Juvia tried struggling back to her wobbly legs, running the back of her hand over her bleeding nose. Yukino was rather impressed, not only had she taken the impact of her Emerald Typhoon and survived it, but then she'd remained conscious when Gray had punched her at the same time Yukino bashed her with Captain America's shield. So, what they said about Yandere-type women was right? A scary thought if ever there was one...

"Why, why..." Juvia growled, too weakened to keep on fighting but refusing to stay down. "Why, you could only win by attacking me at once, that was not-"

"I don't care if it was or not!" Gray barked. "Sorry, but it doesn't matter if you're a woman or even a child. I don't go easy on anybody who hurts my comrades, and now I see Yukino doesn't either! That is the way of Fairy Tail!"

Yukino blinked several times in fast succession. "N-No-Now, wait a second please, Gray-sempai! I didn't like doing that, I don't like ganging up on people at all, I'm only doing this, to protect you and save Erza-san...!"

"Yeah, that's just what I said!" the young man nodded firmly.

"But you're adding stuff about hurting children and all of that...!" Yukino loudly complained. "Please don't make me sound like a psycho or a Honnouji student...!"

Juvia looked back and forth between them, surprised, blinking slowly. "What... What kind of people are you...?"

Then she took a shaky hand to her mouth and lightly nibbled on the pale knuckles, eyebrows twitching violent and erratically. Yukino, who had worked in the management of emotional youngsters as Haruka's assistant, specifically dealing with complaints about 3-F, immediately recognized the signs and shuddered in renewed fear. "I, I, I, I see...!" Juvia stuttered, dropping to her butt on the cracked pavement. "So, this beautiful power of yours stems from the link between you...!"

"Um, we're just friends," Gray huffed. "Don't start thinking anything wrong now, I told you she's a lesbian..."

"Sh-She is?" Juvia nervously gulped, fingers twiddling together in a mad staccato as her gaze bounced from him to her, and back and forth, further terrifying Yukino more than she'd been while the fight lasted. "Th-Then, she wouldn't object to the love of another maiden, should the case ever arise...?"

"That's what being a lesbian means, right?" an annoyed Gray grunted, wondering if this girl had suffered brain damage after being dual bashed on the head, or if she was as dumb as Natsu to begin with.

"A-A-And you, wouldn't object to the love of a woman, mister...?"

"Hey! Just 'cause I hang around with a lesbian, doesn't mean I'm gay myself! Although, it depends on the woman; look, right now I don't have the time or the inclination to waste my-"

Juvia sniffed melodramatically and shouted, rising her gaze to the skies, "You have both subdued my body! Then this, too, is a divine sign, it takes two close souls to capture Juvia's heart as well! The ultimate in manliness, and the ultimate in feminity! Ahhhhh!"

"What?" Gray blinked cluelessly.

"No!" Yukino shrieked. "Please, please, I beg you, don't even say it, no! Juvia-san!-!"

"MISTER GRAY! MISS YUKINO! I SHALL HAVE YOU BOTH...!"


"She's daydreaming about finally getting herself a harem again," Motsu noted, poking at the frozen, cringing Yukino with a random twig. "Definitely, she is."

Nanami snorted in disgust. "What a filthy woman, being tempted by that vile temptress' words, just like that. Well, she's from Mahora, what else could be expected?" She turned her attentions back to Mirajane, huffing haughtily. "Ignore her and let's concentrate on my training, Sensei. After all, I'm the one most in need of it right now! My potential is so great it takes the longest to wake up!"

"Or maybe it's the other way-" Motsu began before Nanami's foot descended on him, smashing him down while she didn't even deign him with a look. "ANIMAL ABUSE! IN A BAD WAY!"

"Okay," Mira sighed. "Well, if even ninjas from hillbilly mountain hills can master the secrets of transformation, so can you! Look, this a Level One change, where I turn into someone close to my own build and size, not to mention my own gender!" she said, quickly changing into Erza with a small puff of white smoke. "As you can see, with a magic burst of this elementary level, my dress hasn't changed..."

"It's awesome all the same!" Hikaru cheered, with large stars in her eyes, and even Nanami blinked in mild shock. "How many more can you do?"

"Oh, this is one of my specialties, so I could be doing it for a very long while!" Mira laughed, now manifesting Erza's standard armor on herself. "See? Once you have achieved an intermediate level, you can change the clothes as well!"

"Interesting!" Nanami admitted, rubbing her chin and thinking of the possibilities. Surely her dear brother would be highly impressed with her if she mastered this strange magical ability, and would shower her with all manners of praise...

"Natsu! Gray!" Mirajane said, assuming one of Erza's patented icy death glares and expressions. "You'd better not have been fighting again while I was away!"

"Just like the real thing!" Hikaru gushed.

"You'd have been an impressive actress," Nanami pondered. "You wouldn't even need any makeup! How do theater troupes work in this world, anyway?"

"Getting into the character of the person is a big part of transformation magic!" Mira lectured. "Especially since your enemies are aware this type of magic exists, any efficient Guild will keep a constant eye out for anyone acting slightly out of character. Why, there was this time we spotted a Natsu impostor because he wasn't being dumb enough... Then again, I can't blame that man for failing, that's too difficult a task to achieve..."

Nanami, Hikaru and Motsu all nodded while Yukino remained scarily motionless.

"Now, as for the next level," Mirajane forced a grin, mashing her knuckles together while breathing very deeply. "That demands for a lot more concentration and effort. It takes years of practice, but once you achieve it... well, just see it yourselves!"

In a puff of bigger smoke, she quickly changed into a red fox, prompting loud gasps of astonishment from Hikaru and Nanami. Yukino only cocked her head aside veeeeeeeeery slowly. "At this level, you can change the size and shape of your body completely! Once you're gone this far, you also can copy a few abilities of the body you're mimicking..." And she changed into a small green parrot flapping her wings above the hall's table, suspended in the air. "Like this! It demands a lot more magical energy from you, however, so it will drain you quickly, but it can be very useful in combat!"

"Clayface! You're a Clayface!" Nanami pointed and gasped.

Mira-Parrot blinked. "A what?"

"Um, I think that's some sort of mud-man from America," Hikaru answered before looking at Nanami. "Isn't that just an urban legend, though? Like the 1994 Fantastic Four movie?"

"No, definitely not!" Kiryuu argued. "He's been all over the foreign newspapers for years now, Shidou-san, for Kami-sama's sake! Don't you keep yourself updated about the affairs of the world?"

"What do I gain from knowing there's actually a man made of shape changing mud all the way over in America or that there are actually four bad Fantastic Four movies instead of three?" Hikaru blinked. "How does that affect my life at all? How does it enhance my experiences and give new meaning to my day to day living? Why the heck should I care?"

"Anyway," Mira said as she changed back to human, "that's still in the far future from where you stand now, and I'm assuming you won't want to keep learning the subject after you return to your world, so let's focus on simply mastering the basics for now, shall we?"

Hikaru nodded, looking at Mirajane as she put her clothes back on. "Um," the small redhead said. "So, if I change like that, my clothes won't change with me..."

Mirajane shook her head. "Of course not, why would they? The magic's applied to your body! If we could shapeshift clothes into scales or feathers too, then we also could do things like transmuting mud into gold, and the economy would collapse! We can change one kind of clothes into another, true, but there are limits to this type of magic. We're not like those crazy magi and their nutso talk about concepts and stuf."

Nanami rubbed a hand in circles on her forehead. "The rules of magic seem rather arbitrary," she observed.

Mirajane shrugged. "Maybe. They were written by several different authors over the centuries, after all, and most researchers and developers, not to mention the gods and spirits of magic themselves, wouldn't see eye-on-eye with each other. But enough of that! Nanami, try transforming into Hikaru, and you, Hikaru, try transforming into Nanami! Yukino, um, are you feeling alright...?"

"Nooooooooo," Yukino let out a spaced out, slightly pained moan.

Mirajane sighed. "Please get over it, it's just someone having a crush on you, I'm sure she'll forget about it soon! It happens like five times an hour to me. You learn to deal with it. Well girls, start by looking intensely at each other and putting your mind into your features! Copy them carefully in the eye of your mind! And then wish for the change with all of your spiritual force!"

"This is ridiculous," Nanami tried to look away while Hikaru obediently stared at her with a high pitched JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, "How is that supposed to work at all?! Especially for me!? I haven't even manifested yet! Also, Shidou-san, stop that already, it's creepy! You're reminding me of Juvia-san!"

Yukino gave a few helpless whimpers.

"Generally, the better you know someone, the easier it is to change into them," Mirajabe instructed. "Come on, Miss Nanami, you should be very good, close friends by now! Haven't you saved each others' lives several times by this point? Just confront your feelings and let your camaraderie with Hikaru show up!"

Nanami blinked. "You mean it's a matter of compatibility and affection?"

"Partially, although you also can use other strong emotions, like hatred or lust," Mirajane explained. "As long as it links you deeply to that person, it should work as a connection to their self while you develop your skills of copying properly. Now, imagine your own face and body as those of the other person, and concentrate. Then you build up your magical power into that image you have imagined, and release!"

Hikaru nodded very quickly, made several frantic motions with her arms as if playing the lead in a Super Sentai show, and shouted, "I'm ready! HENSHIN!-!"

... NOTHING HAPPENED.

Hikaru blanched out, jaw dropping, and falling into the same comatose state Yukino still remained in.

Mirajane laughed nervously. "Hey, now, don't give up that easily! It's a bit difficult at first, but that's no reason to give up right off the bat! Natsu couldn't get it right either, but he tried and tried and tried until he did it...! Well, more or less. His Lucy's still not perfect, but it's enough to keep him busy in the bathroom for hours at a time! Or so I've heard," she piously added.

"Well, yeah," Motsu said, "not everybody have the stupid stubborn drive of a Shounen Action Hero, Ma'am. In a good or bad way."

"So it works on The Power of Hate too, ufufu..." Nanami chuckled to herself in a twisted, sinister way, imagining herself ruining Himemiya Anthy's reputation while in disguise as her, doing unforgivable, hideous things like sticking Anthy's tongue out at teachers, drawing graffitti on the walls, and egging the art workshop of Saotome Otome. Being Nanami, the idea of doing actual awful stuff with Anthy's body, like sleeping around, never crossed her mind, but it wouldn't have worked anyway, Anthy DID sleep around a lot already. And it was Ohtori after all.

Nanami sprang to her feet with a devilish gleam in her eyes. "I think I have achieved it!" she boasted. "Yes, I can feel it! I have it perfectly drawn in my mind, the image of that cow... Himemiya Anthy!-!-!"

There was a huge poof of smoke, and then Nanami stood there, transformed... into a large yellow cow, with Nanami's golden locks, huge udders, and a large bell hanging from her neck.

"..." Hikaru, Motsu and Yukino all said, stunned out of their minds.

"Moo," Nanami said.

"Ah, it's a Sebastian Dior!" Mirajane beamed, grabbing Nanami's fine cowbell and appreciating it cheerfully. "My congratulations, Miss Nanami, you've just achieved something that shouldn't even be possible!"

"MOOOOOOOO!" Nanami protested.

"I don't know why you're so mad," Motsu said, "it's a real step up in your evolutionary ladder. In a very good way!" he praised before having a hoof brutally slammed down on him. "ANIMAL ABUSE AGAIIIIIIIIN!"

"Don't be silly, it's not animal abuse if it's between two animals," Mirajane gently told him. "Now let's try to turn you back quick, it's almost lunchtime now and Natsu really likes meat..."

"MOOOOOOO!"

"Yoo...!" came Natsu's voice from down the next hall. "What's that I'm hearing now, a cow...?!"


Director Ikuhara Kunihiko: We included this scene to annoy Nanami fans. Next time, if you're good, we'll have her laying an egg as well.


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Next Time, in Irremediably Collateral and Supplemental: At last! The long awaited debut of fan-favorite Wendy Marvell!