Chapter 1: A New Day, A New Body
Summer vacation started a few weeks ago, but Jaune hasn't moved his nose from a chemistry book that has been eating away his sanity since. That was until that Friday night, as Yang had invited him to Junior's bar for a drink. A party animal like Yang was hard to keep up with, but it was exactly what Jaune needed. And the promise of Yang introducing him to a girl - some friend of a friend or whatever - for a blind date was too tentalacing to pass. Jaune threw the book away, slipped into some casual clothing, and sneaked his way pass the vigilant sight of his parents to the garage. Only to find that one of his "beloved sisters" took his car without permission, again.
After a long walk to the bar, Yang greeted him by signaling to one of the stools where a good looking lady stood. With a slap in Jaune's butt, Yang sended him to sweep this girl off her feet. What was supposed to be a fun night of drinks and romance became one of heavy consumption and disappointment. So like most dates. Thus, he found himself carrying his wasted friend back home. It wouldn't have been so bad if Yang wasn't a loud drunk as well. The idea of locking Yang into a choke hold became more appealing to Jaune the more his friend spoke, or slurred, anyway.
"Look, shorry for burshting out Laughing. But, come on! Who goesh to a blind date and opensh up with "Your eyesh are like Shapphire, and I'm feeling like a jewel thief tonight," HA! HAAA!" God! Yang's doopy face had never look so punchable as today.
I could pile drive him right through the concrete and he wouldn't remember a damn thing by tomorrow. Tentative as it was, Jaune shook the thought out. With heavy eyelids, he focused his attention on the dimly lighted streets of Vale. The occasional car passing by being the only company they had. The longer he walked, the longer the distance between streets became. Streets that they walk many times since freshman year of an all boys high school.
The burned hole engraved on the back of his skull by Yang's stare - after Jaune greeted him with the chunky leftovers of what he had for breakfast - was a memento of when they first met. A memory that Yang hadn't let die down ever since. That same day he found himself at the lunch table unwrapping the plastic cover of a ham cheese sandwich, his wallet feeling a lot lighter after said purchase. The loud crash of a food trail right beside him almost made him drop his food, as Yang jumped into the seat right next to him. "Easy, vomit boy! You don't want to spill your food all over again, do you?" Yang grabbed a pepperoni pizza slice from his trail. "Nah. I've been feeling hungry since I shared my breakfast with you," Jaune's comeback only served him to receive a playful bump by Yang's elbow, who let out a horsie laugh. Unfortunately, Yang wasn't one who knew his own strength, making Jaune drop his sandwich on the floor. Jaune's luck took a turn though. From a rotten gray to a crispy golden with red toppings to go with. "Here. Like you said, you already share with me so it's only fair. Sorry, VB," Jaune looked at the greasy treat like it was a mirage. Returning the gesture with a smile, Jaune took the pizza's slice. "Thanks. And the name's Jaune by the way. Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue. Ladies love it!" Yang snorted at his display of bravado. "I'm Yang Xiao Long. Lengthy, sharp, stays printed in your soul. The whole party loves it!"
Yang quickly became a part of his life. Sure, other people came into the picture. But by the end of the senior year, most have gone away to build their own lives elsewhere. While Yang and Jaune remained together. BFF for the better, or like in this case, for the embarrassingly lows as well.
"And what about you?" Jaune bite back without taking his sight from the streets. "It didn't look like you had any luck on your front either. Losing your charm there?,"
Yang scoffed at him. "Pff! Ash if! That blonde lady wash too old for my taste. You know my type,"
"Your type is very flexible, Yang," Jaune look back at him. "And you still had a drink with her"
"What can I say, a tall drink of boozhe is better than a tall drink of shpoiled milk," Yang burst of laughter at his own joke almost deafened Jaune's groan.
Jaune averted his attention back to the streets, wishing that Yang had gotten lucky with said lady at the bar. He'll be the problem of some poor hotel attendant instead of his. Calling Yang a womanizer would be an understatement. That guy spent more time in someone else's pants than his own. A trait that Jaune learned how to deal with over time. Not that Jaune couldn't see the appeal of a one night stand, but the idea alone made him uncomfortable. Blame his parent's upbringing or the media, but he always fantasized with the idea of a "together happily ever after". A fantasy that Yang was all on board to help him out with, despite Yang's skepticism about said concept.
With a heavy sigh, Jaune tried to occupy his mind in anything that wasn't his growing headache. But at the place that his mind went there were no pleasant thoughts to be had. Why did he accept Yang's invitation, again? Did he really thought that tonight his luck would be any different? No. Of course that wasn't it. He wanted to forget about his undergraduate courses that he's been passing by the skin of his teeth. Forget about how his parents weren't shy at all to bring it up all the time. Forget about the supermarket he works at cutting personnel. Forget that, when his turn comes in the chopping line, he'll have nothing of worth to prove to his family.
A tug on his arm interrupted his train of thoughts. He looked to his right where Yang meet his gazee with an apologetic smile.
"Hey, I'm shorry that it didn't work out," Yang seemed to be a bit more sober. For how long did he space out? "I'll make up the money that she left on your tab before ditching out,"
Only when the features of Jaune's face relaxed did he realize that he'd been frowning this whole time. Jaune looked up. Took a deep breath from his nose. Then he exhaled through his mouth. With the clouds on his mind now more disperse, he was able to look back at Yang. He wasn't the one to blame here. Yang was just trying to do him a solid, after all. Hell, the fact that Yang hasn't given up on him after so many failures was a testament of the faith he had on Jaune. More than anyone or himself gave, anyway.
"I think I'll just quit the whole dating scene for a while-" Jaune barely had time to register what was happening when his world started to shake back and forth. It didn't take long for Jaune to realize that the only force of nature capable of doing so was Yang's powerful arms.
"What?! No! Jaune, you can't choshe shilvasy!" Yang's grip wasn't giving up. "We can work thish out, I promishe,"
It took all of Jaune's strength to get Yang off him. The spinning world threatening to throw him out of orbit forced Jaune to get a hold on Yang's shoulders. "I didn't say that I'll become a priest, Yang!"
Ignoring him, Yang proceeded to straingthing up Jaune's shirt. "We'll get you shome new threadsh-"
"Yang," Jaune's pledge went ignored.
Yang took Jaune's checks and squshim them like marshmellows "We'll fix your act. Give you a whole new bit-"
"Yang!," Again, no success to be had.
"We'll make a lady killer out of you! Jusht leave it to me. In fact," Yang started to mess around with Jaune's bangs. "What do you think about a haircut?,"
Jaune slapped Yang's hands away. "My hair it's fine! Thank you very much," he took a moment to adjust himself before addressing Yang's concerns. "I'll be fine Yang, I promise. Besides, I already have a lot on my plate anyways. With my courses and all,"
"Oh," Yang rolled his eyes to the ground, his sight not moving from the floor. "Sho, you'll be bushy next week, again. Right? Man, that sucks" Yang tried to sound casual about it. However, his weak smile didn't go unnoticed to Jaune.
Even though he knew it wasn't his fault, Jaune couldn't help the guilt. Tonight was the first time in three months that Jaune was able to go out for drinks with his friend. A weekly habit between the two that Jaune found himself forced to cut out. His studies were enough of a headache, he didn't the hangover.
"I'll try to squeeze some time to hang out," Jaune smile back. "Tho, I make no promises. My family has been on my ass since I graduated high school. They just can't accept that I haven't moved out of the house and gotten a six figure job by now," A tired sigh came out of that last sentence.
Yang playfully punched Jaune in the chest, sending him a step back. "Just leave it to me. Give me a shing and I'll shnach you out of your family'sh clutchesh. Jusht like the fairytale princess that you are,"
"More like a dragon snatching a knight to eat," Jaune gave Yang a shit eating grin.
"Roar!" Yang's attempt to look menacing was thworted when he lost his balance, momentarily losing his consciousness. Luckily, Jaune managed to catch him in time.
"Hey! Come on! Keep it together. I'm not giving you a piggyback ride," It took him a while, but Jaune managed to bring Yang back to the world of the living.
A drunk Yang could be a wild card sometimes, so Jaune learned to expect the unexpected. Even so, Jaune was taken back by Yang's arms wrapping around him in a tender embrace. "We'll get your girl, Jaune. Promise. Next one I'll show you will rock your socksh off. You'll shee," Yang's voice sounded muffled due to having his face press against Jaune's chest.
Jaune could tell that Yang had already a foot in dreamland. So, after a pat on the back, Jaune had to force Yang off him, knowing that once he fell asleep nothing would wake him. After securing Yang back over his shoulder, they continue their way back home. Jaune's home, to be precise, since the apartment complex where Yang lived was an hour away by car. It was fine tho, probably. It wasn't the first time that Yang crashed at his family's house.
After a twenty minutes walk, they reach the Arc's household. The house was fairly large but not that big enough for a family of 10. It had a dining kitchen, two bathrooms, four reasonably sized bedrooms, and an attic that Jaune took as his own bedroom. He used to share a room with one of his sisters, but once puberty started to kick in, Jaune's parents decided that it would be best for their only son to have a room of his own. The attic wasn't that big and he still had to share half of it with his family's junk, but it was his nonetheless. A place away from his sister's personal drama and the vigilant eyes of his parent's.
Once inside the Arc's residence, taking Yang up to the attic was a chore and a half. The moment they entered Jaune's room Yang went straight to Jaune's bed, falling flat into the mattress. Jaune approached him, kicking the sole of Yang's shoes who begrudgingly took them off. After haphazardly emptying his pockets onto a nightstand and kicking his own shoes off, Jaune moved an already passed out Yang aside to claim the other side of his bed.
Despite being so tired, the constant nagging of the thoughts of his current predicaments kept him awake for a while. Jaune tried as hard as he could to stop thinking about it, all he wanted was for this day to end and get some sleep. It took him a while for his active mind to give in, but fortunately, slumber started to kick in. Only to be awoken by Yang's wriggles and moanings. Whatever dream Yang was having, Jaune didn't want to know about it. It took a couple of kicks in Yang's sheen to solve the problem, but despite being half asleep he could have sworn that Yang's voice sounded a bit different. However, he was too tired to entertain the thought. The last thing that Jaune's mind was able to register before starting to lose consciousness again was a femenine voice calling his name.
Yang felt weightless.
Like if his soul had left his body and was now floating freely in the ether. The place that Yang found himself in was empty, no walls, no roffs, not even a ground to stand on. There was nothing but a white void as far as the eye can see. But despite how alien the place was, it felt so familiar to him. Has he been here before? Yang couldn't tell. Nor could he tell for how long he's been swirling around into the void. The concept of time became more hasy the longer he spent floating there.
But that was fine by him.
He just let himself go.
It's been so long since he felt this calm.
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.
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"Enjoying yourself?" a voice echo.
Yang looked around but he wasn't able to find where did that voice came from. Strange as it was, the fact that he couldn't recognize a single trait in said voice was the oddest thing about it. Normally, one could tell by the sound alone of someone's voice a persons age, sex and even psysical traits one could have. However, Yang wasn't able to identify any of those things. Even so, just like the place where he found himself in, that voice sounded familiar as well. Like if he heard it his whole life.
"Joy is the name of the game," Yang kept nonchalantly swirling in place.
"Glad to know that you're comfortable," The echo sounded closer, yet, he still couldn't see where it came from.
"Hey, I never say no to a pleasant time," A true fact if there ever was one. Yang was always in the hunt for trills and pleasure. Life was short and he planned to squizz the last drop of it to the fullest. Whether it be the adrenaline of a sparring match, or the lustful company of some stranger's warm body on a hotel bed, Yang would be there for it.
"Indeed," Silly as it was, Yang couldn't help but feel that reply being for what she just thought.
Whatever. Yang finally decided it was time to ask the all so important question. "So, who are you?"
"You already know the answer," Well, that wasn't helpful.
Yang didn't know what the answer was, but he decided to just skip the question for now. There were other things that he wanted to ask. "Well, then, where are we?"
"Don't you remember? You're sleeping at Jaune's place," It then finally clicked for Yang. Man, from all of the drunk-inducing dreams that he had his life this was the first one in which he was lucid. "In fact, right now you're cuddling into his back as we speak,"
Dream or not, he couldn't help the stream of blood accumulating in his head. Not like there's anything weird about two boys sharing a bed, it's just that some people make a big deal about it. Jaune and he were just friends like that. And yeah, he may have woken up with his friend in his embrace some times, but it wasn't his fault. It's not like he can control what his body does when he's sleeping. Besides, a warm body is a warm body, no matter the person. He should know, Yang had many partners.
"But you don't actually sleep with any of those partners, do you?"
Did I say that at loud? No. Yang was sure that he didn't. "Well, just because I love a good thrill doesn't mean that I don't take precautions. Besided, it's not like I want to sleep with Jaune,"
"I never said you wanted it. Although you don't mind sleeping with him either," This lucid dream of his was becoming a handful to deal with.
Take it easy. Don't let it get to you. Yang rolled his shoulders, giving a smirk to whoever was talking to him. "What can I say? Jaune it's just so damn comfy,"
"Can't argue with that. He's like a blonde teddy bear" The voice sounded closer than before.
"Yeah," Yang kept swirling around.
"Still, you do prefer to spend time with him than with someone else at a hotel. How many times have you repeated the same song and dance? You meet someone, mingle for a bit, do the deed and then leave once it's done. You never stay with your partners for longer than you need to because You can't feel at ease with them. Not like with Jaune, at least. That's why you want his presence with you. And that's why you cuddle with him when he sleeps,"
Yang had enough of this conversation. He didn't know what he drank last night to have such an invacy dream, but whatever it was he will sure splash it all over the face of the bartender that served it to him.
The voice sounded more distant than before. "I see that you're not comfortable anymore. Maybe you should wake up then. We can continue later,"
Yang wasn't looking forward to it. But before he could protest, a force started to pull him out of the void.
"Wait! You never told me who you are?" Yang tried to fight against the force that was dragging him away but to no avail.
"You have a long day ahead of you. Good luck!," The voice sounded like a whisper by now as he drifted away from his slumber.
The first thing Yang noticed after the grogginess of waking up went away was the familiar sensation of his aching head pounding for a hangover and Jaune's back against his chest. Yang's arms were tightly embracing Jaune's waist, while their legs were entangled together. It wasn't that odd of a scenario, was odd is that for some reason Jaune's whole body was stiff like a bord. Yang could feel his heart beating faster as well. Like if he was trapped between a knife and a hard place.
Funny, I don't feel my morning Yanghood poking at him Yang smiled at his own joke.
Jaune tried to leave the bed but Yang pulled him back into his embrace. Like Yang said to the voice, Jaune was too damn comfortable and his head felt too sore to get off the bed. However, he couldn't predict that, when Jaune's back pressed against his front, Yang's chest felt… swollen? Yang rubbed his chest against Jaune's back trying to figure out what's going on with it, causing Jaune's body to stirr back. That's when Yang felt Jaune's head turn towards him and softly pook him with his elbow a couple of times.
"Em, lady? Lady, could you please wake up?" Jaune spoke softly.
"Your face is a lady" Yang said in a high pitched tone that was unlike him. Was that my voice?
Yang slowly opened his eyes. It took him a moment to adjust to the light that was coming from the windows in the attic. The first thing that he saw was Jaune looking at him as if a stranger had broken into his room.
The moment that Yang released his blonde friend from his embrace Jaune immediately jumped out of the bed, taking a good distance away from him. Yang didn't know what to make of it. For a moment he thought that a killer might be right behind him. Yang got into his elbows, now fully awake.
"What got into you?" Yang asks while rubbing his eyes.
"Look. Whoever you are, you need to get out of here without making a scene. Do that and I won't press charges on you, lady," Jaune said, his hands defensively in front of him.
This only served to confuse Yang even more. It's too early and I'm too hangover for this shit. He sat at the edge of Jaune's bed, screeching his body while releasing a yawn. "What are you on abu-" Yang's words got cut off when he looked down to the floor and saw that his vision was blocked by two mountains of flesh. "Uh?"
Yang started to fondle his chest. When his fingers sank into the doughy flesh, Yang found out that they were indeed attached to his body. Yang was lost of words. He had no idea when, where, or how, but overnight, a pair of breasts had grown where his pectorals were supposed to be. Yang went from the bed to the vanity mirror of Jaune's closet so fast that he almost knocked the scared boy down when he passed by him. Yang's widened eyes got ficiated to his own reflection, as the skin of his face went pale. If he wasn't looking at his own reflection, he could have sworn that his jaw hit the floor on the count of what was seeing in the mirror. His once maculine body was now slimmer and field with curves. The features of his face now became more rounder, giving it a more delicate look to it. His shoulder and waist became more narrow while his hips and thighs had become broader. While the muscles on his body were still there, they had become slimmer in proportions of his overall body.
He wanted to scream but no words could come out of his mouth. Yang took a few steps back from the mirror. His whole body was trembling, swet starting to form on his temple. He turned to Jaune, finally composed enough to speak.
"Jaune! What happened to my body?!" Yang asked before averting his eyes from him to look back at his own reflection. He rubbed his eyes thoroughly before looking back again. This time he meticulously look at his reflection from top to bottom, as if the intensity of his stare alone would make what he was seeing disappeared.
Jaune raised his hands like he was being pointed with a gun. His words almost sounded like rambling for how quick talk. "Lady, I swear I didn't do anything to your body. Yesterday I went with my friend to a bar and we crashed at my place. When I woke up, my friend was gone and you were spooning with me instead. I swear on the name of my family that is the whole truth!"
Yang put his hands over his chest. "That's because it's me. I'm Yang!" Yang started to look at himself from top to bottom, front and back. "I don't know what happened, but I look like a woman now. A very hot one at that, but still, what the hell it's going on?!"
Jaune took a moment to process what Yang had just said. The look of realization on Jaune's face gave Yang some hope but it soon disappeared once that look was replaced for one of discontent.
"So, you're in with Yang on this joke, uh?" Jaune driedly said while relaxing his posture. "From all of the pranks that Yang has pulled on me this definitely tops them all," Yang's blood pressure started to rise up. How could Jaune not believe him? Sure, he may had made Jaune the butt of his jokes from time to time, and besides his sister, Jaune was his favorite prank target but it was all in good fun. Certainly a scenario like this would be way out of line even by Yang, would it?
Is this the act of a god of karma? My divine punishment for pulling the most epic pranks in the world? "I'm not fucking with you Jaune! I'm telling the truth, you dick!" That last word he said switched Yang's anger into panic at the realization of something he wasn't feeling since he woke up. "Wait…"
Yang stretched out his pants to check in his nether region, making Jaune look away. A visage of horror invaded his eyes. Yang's pride and joy, the golden mane dragon that guarded his family's jewels, was now absent from his confinements.
"It's gone!" Yang's voice trembleling. "Jaune, Mr. Xiao Dong it's gone!"
"Mr. Xiao Dong? I'll admit, Yang would call his junk a bad pun like that one. I'll give you that," Jaune replied while giggling.
Leave Jaune to not recognize good humor. He wouldn't know a great pun if it kicked in the nuts. Yang's eyes light up, that was it! the undeniable proof that no one but Yang knew about Jaune and that, has a bro, he kept it a secret.
"Oh, up yours Jaune! Like Lover's Sword it's any better," Yang quickly pointed out.
"That's it!" Jaune threw his arms up in the air. "I'm not trusting Yang with any secret's from now on," Jaune scowled.
"Yang didn't tell anyone any secrets because I AM Yang!" Yang's mind raced trying to think how he could prove that he was himself.
"Look, you can drop the act now. Ha ha, what a funny joke. Just tel Yang that next time he decides to-"
"Would you shut up?! I need a second here! I'm trying to think '' Yang walked back and forth, ruffling his hair while trying to come up with something, anything! Looking down, he finally saw the proof that he was looking for. "You want prof? Look,"
Yang grabbed the bottom of his strained tank top and lifted up his chest, letting gravity do the rest of the job. Jaune stare dumb founded at the way the breasts of the blonde girl he presume just invaded his room bounce out of their confines. Only then Yang remembered that they were probably the first pair of breasts that he ever saw in the flesh, and they were Yang's. It took Jaune a couple of seconds to remember that an intruder just flash her tits at him. Blocking – reclutingly, by the looks - his sight from those jiggling mounds with his hands, Jaune finally regained composure.
"Wow, ok. No need to go that far," Yang could see the stream of blood rushing through Jaune's face.
"Oh, come on! They're not my real breasts. I got the proof right here! Just look at my left nipple and tell me what you see," Never in a million years Yang would have thought that he would be demanding his friend to look at her tits, but here he was. It was awkward for Yang as well, but it was the only way he could think of to prove it to Jaune. Finally, Jaune complaid, returning his sight to Yang breasts, focusing his attention on Yang's left nipple.
"See? I got three birthmarks surrounding my nipple. How many people do you know that have the exact same three birthmarks in the exact same place?" Jaune and Yang used to go to the public pool all the time in summer. Not only that, they also share the public showers after GYM sessions. So there was nothing they hadn't seen from each other already.
"Okay, okay. You have the same marks, I get it. You can pull back your top now," Yang did so, realizing now how constricted her chest felt within the strained tank top.
"So, do you believe me now?'" Yang look at Jaune expectantly, and he look back at him with narrow eyes. Seconds felt like hours as Yang fingers curled into the fabric of the tank top while Jaune took his time to come to a conclusion. After a nerve-racking moment, he finally spoke.
"I… don't know... But let's pretend that I do. How did this even happen?" It wasn't the answer that Yang was looking for, but he didn't outright said he didn't believe her either.
"I don't know!" Yang threw her head back. After his outburst, he put his fist up his temple as to jow his memory. "All I remember is that we crashed at your family's place after we went to Junior's bar yesterday for your blind date. You did your little macho number and things went south really fast" Jaune frowned at the reminder of his newest rejection, but Yang paid no mind to it and continued reminiscing. "Then you left the bar momentarily and, and…" Yang stopped mid sentence as he started to recall what had transpired during Jaune's absence.
The image of an older blonde lady came to his mind. The same woman with whom he shared a drink and a brief chat last night. What was her name again? Salem?...
Author's note: Hi. Thanks for reading the first chapter of this story, I hope that you had a good time with it. I had the idea for this fic in June of last year. But due to my work and this being my first writing story, I didn't have too much time to work on it and it took me several redrafts to get to a point where I was satisfied with this chapter. Also, English it's my second language so I had to send it to a friend to proofread it for me.
As you already can predict, updates for this story will come out slowly. But I'll do my best to get the second chapter done as soon as possible.
A big thank you to BlackLight181 for editing this chapter for me. You can check out his fanfic "The Riders Of Remnant" on this site. He's a great writer and I promise that you won't leave disappointed.
A big thank you to the missing but not forgotten Ivan Ordinario as well. He's the artist that I long ago commission the piece that I'm using as a cover. Hope you're doing well and good luck in whatever you are up to these days.
Stay safe everybody, until next time!
