Chapter 1: Gwendal's Little Sister
"Anissina," Gwendal groaned, "It's bad enough you're mad at me for not helping you today, but don't involve my brothers."
"Gwendal," said Anissina sharply, "I'll have you know that I didn't know he was anywhere near here when the explosion occurred."
"Explain that, then!" Gwendal demanded, pointing towards a young woman with long brown hair, long lashed brown eyes, and... uh... not very flat chest just outside the laboratory. Her reaction was anything but anger as she understood how Gwendal felt about being used as Anissina's guinea pig. Not that Anissina had used her, but rather the explosion had forced the door open and chemicals landed while she was still a man.
"Why are you pointing at her breast?" Anissina asked.
Gwendal's eye twitched in anger. The younger brunette thought it was best to calm the advisor before anything else happened.
"Ma ma, Gwendal," she said in a pleasant voice, "I'm pretty sure there's a way to fix this."
She put her hand over her mouth. Great Shinou, even her voice changed!
"You're relatively calm about this, Conrart." Gwendal stated looking towards the woman who was once his brother.
"Do I look calm to you?" she asked wearily with a raised eyebrow.
Gwendal hated it when Conrad looked at him like that – hated it. It often shows that Conrad was hiding something. This time she was hiding her feelings and was doing it just as well when she was in her male form. Though he had to admit, she was a beautiful woman even if her clothes were hanging around her. He frowned again.
He had a bad feeling about this. "One way or another, you have to turn back to normal. What would your godson think if he saw you this way."
Optimistic as ever Conrad said, "Worse that could happen is that he would be arriving today before I would even get back to normal. I'm pretty sure this is either temporary or there's an antidote for it."
Gwendal groaned inwardly. Like godfather, like godson...
"Which will be soon, right Anissina?" Conrad finished. Her reaction was not what either brothers expected. She looked at Conrad with rare pity in her eyes. To Gwendal that was a bad sign. Those look in her eyes were only meant for the hopeless issues. The last time Anissina had such a look in her eyes, both Conrad and Wolfram had faced great losses: Conrad with Julia, and Wolfram thoughts of losing Conrad.
"I'm afraid not Conrad," said Anissina, "It'll be permanent until I can the answer to undo what's been done."
"You mean...?" Conrad murmured. Gwendal slapped his head as Anissina nodded.
"How long?" Conrad asked, standing shakily.
Anissina studied the damage she had caused before concluding, "I think about a year."
"A YEAR?!" Gwendal bellowed. Conrad smiled wearily. "I think I can hold out for a year. I just hope his majesty would get used to the changes."
Gwendal hated it when "Stubborn mule..." Gwendal muttered to himself.
"Not a mule, Gwendal," said Conrad wearily.
"Oni-chan to you, Lady Conrarta Weller," Gwendal stated. Conrad, or rather, Conrarta or Conrada, as she will be referred to for the next year.
Conrad stuck his tongue out in mock childishness.