Blank-Colored Room

Chapter Two

"Nagisa?" I crawled over to her on my knees and shook her shoulders, looking into her eyes. She forgot me. Why did she forget me?

"Yes, that's my name." she smiled and shrugged. Still, she was being so sweet to me. Her cute smile, I had almost missed it. "Oh, is that your name, too?"

"Hey, don't you touch her, she's fragile!" Tomoyo pulled me backwards by the shirt, choking me. It must have been a basic clothesline technique, because that was what it felt like. I swear- her eyes could kill a goat.

"What are you talking about?" I brushed her hand away and sat back up, looking straight at Nagisa, still questioning with my mind what was truly going on.

"I-it's okay...r-really…" Nagisa tried to cut in, tried to save me.

"No, it's not! She's being rude!" Tomoyo raised her voice a little, who at was something I failed to figure out.

"Who's 'she'?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity filled me as I turned to Tomoyo.

"I dunno, you've neglected to tell us your name." Tomoyo looked at me skeptically. Her eyes had a bit more of vinegar than they should have. She was being rude, if you would ask me; either she was demanding a whole lot from someone she just met, or she was yelling at a friend, and both seemed somewhat unlike her.

"That's mean, even for you, I thought you stopped bullying people a long time ago Miss Class President." I shot back. It was true, she had used to be known as tough and mean, but then she changed her image and became the Class President. I helped her with it. Has she completely forgotten about that?

"Excuse me?" She looked surprised- shocked. Her eyes were wide and stuck that way, it seemed. She took a few steps back and sat down on one of the couches next to Cari.

"Wait…we never told you she was the class president at her school…" Now it was Nagisa's turn to show shock. I wondered if it was really all that hard to figure out. I went to school with them. Nagisa should have been smarter than that; she should have figured it out already. Has she forgotten about the drama club? What about everything we've been through?

"She was just a class lower than me back in High School, and she was my friend, how could I not remember?" I pointed at Tomoyo, but spoke to Nagisa. C'mon Nagisa, remember me! Please!

"But…I don't know you…" Tomoyo shook her head, and brought her hand to her mouth. She must have contemplated the obvious- I wasn't a stranger- I went to their school. Something seemed to keep her from remembering, though.

"I think I caught that part, thanks." I crossed my arms and threw Tomoyo a sarcastic smirk.

"What's your name…?" Tomoyo looked straight at me.

"I'm Tomoya Okazaki!" I squealed a little during the 'zaki' part, for some odd reason. A reason I didn't know, obviously. I had almost yelled it in anger. They kept frustrating me with all of the crazy-talk.

Dead silence.
That was when I heard it. I wasn't groggy. My voice was completely different. Everyone stared at me, amazed.

"T-tomoya?…But…" she looked confused.

"You couldn't be Tomoya."

"Once again, what are you talking about?" "I'm Tomoya!"

Tomoyo just coughed and looked away. There was something they weren't telling me. Nagisa was sitting there quiet, the whole time, and just staring at me. I wondered it she thought I was lying to them. I wasn't lying.

"I helped start the drama club with Nagisa. You, Kyo, Hyo, Kotomi, and you were there. So was Sunahara. Nagisa loves The Big Dango Family. Nagisa did a play about a girl trapped in a Dying world! I graduated a year before Nagisa and-"

"Woah-woah-woah. Slow down." Tomoyo motioned with her hands to stop jabbering on. I understood, but I still couldn't understand a single thing.

"Why don't you believe me?"

"There's just one problem."

"Which is?"

She hesitated again, as if the information could somehow hurt me. Then again, it was about to. She pursed her lips in pause.

"Tomoya's a boy. I mean, you kind of resemble him…but…" she trailed off and looked away.

I almost started to laugh. Of course I'm a boy, is she blind? Something felt weird, though, something in my gut. So I looked down…
My hands started shaking.
Those weren't my legs- and I would never wear a skirt. My legs had womanly curves and were cleanly shaven.
Suddenly, I needed to check the rest of me, so I did. My hands were thin and petite. My chest had a growth that had not been there before.
Worst of all- I was missing my manhood.
I had turned into a girl in this other world.
OH JOY.

I didn't want to just assume it, though; I look around the room, wide eyed, as I tried to find a mirror. I was on my knees, circling around. I saw that Cari had one- a pocket mirror. I reached for it, and she gladly handed it to me, considering the situation and my panicking.

My hair was short, punk layers, and very much resembled how it should have been if I had gotten to this strange dimension with my correct gender. That blue-ish-black color that I had always had had still remained. My eyes were still blue, and my facial structure seemed a little different- more feminine, go figure.
I tilted the mirror downwards, there was no doubt about it- my chest had… a growth.

W-when did this happen!
Why?
Why am I a…girl?

The room had suddenly grown really awkward and quiet. I mean, why wouldn't it? I magically transformed into a Lady and freaked out in front of everyone.
I had a feeling that wasn't the end of it, though.
I was right.