"Moroboshi! M-Moroboshi, you okay?!"

Ataru's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed on Onsen-Mark. "Teacher? What happened? Is anyone hurt?"

Onsen-Mark blinked. Several of the students surrounding Ataru took a reflexive step back. Ataru didn't seem to have his usual irritation or confusion after coming out of consciousness. He also spoke in a soft quiet tone, nothing like what he usually would speak.

"Um," Onsen-Mark began, "you got shot by some weird remote thingy and..."

Ataru blinked owlishly, rising up into a sitting position. Onsen-Mark backed away from Ataru. "You feeling okay? No bumps or bruises?"

Ataru looked down at himself, silently. His eyes were wide and frightened, an expression which shook the other students to the core. He looked at the palms of his hands, covered in dirt and dust from his sudden collapse with an expression that looked something like terror.

"A... Ataru-kun?" Shinobu said nervously.

Ataru wrapped his arms about himself, his body shaking. The students who stepped closer could hear sobs coming from him.

Onsen-Mark stared at Ataru. "Moroboshi, what's gotten into you? What's wrong?"

"I'm UGLY!" Ataru suddenly shrieked. "I'm positively HIDEOUS!"

The students scattered back from Ataru at his outburst. Now confusion started to reign once again as Ataru got up to his feet.

Shinobu moved up to Ataru, trying to force a smile on her face as a placating gesture. "Ataru-kun, it's okay! I'm sure you're fine!" She stepped a bit closer, only to stop when she saw Ataru flinch. "Just calm down, okay?"

"That's easy for you to say, Shinobu," Ataru said. "But look at me... Look at these clothes, this body... How am I going to be beautiful in a shabby outfit like this?!"

Shinobu couldn't answer. She only blinked in confusion.

It was left to Onsen-Mark to step up. "Moroboshi! We're in the middle of a class here. Stop acting like a woman and man up already!" He stamped his foot on the floor to punctuate his statement, the sound bouncing off the walls.

Ataru was quiet for a moment, before he turned to look at Onsen-Mark. "You people..."

Onsen-Mark gulped. Ataru's eyes were brimming with tears.

"None of you people..."

Shinobu finally managed to find the strength to speak. "Ataru-kun, wait..."

"NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL!" Ataru screamed, before sprinting at high speed out of the classroom. He left a sparkling trail of tears streaming from his eyes as he ran out.

Shinobu stared at Ataru's exit, utterly stunned. Ataru had pulled off an almost picture perfect dramatic exit, like a proper shoujo manga heroine. If it wasn't for the fact that it was a teenage boy doing it, it wouldn't have come across any differently than on the pages of Margaret or Nakayoshi.

Quickly, her gaze turned to Mendou, who was just starting to rise from the floor. "Mendou! Are you alright!" She stepped forward, trying to rush to Mendou's side.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

Shinobu stopped at Mendou's cry, her eyes wide. Just like Ataru, Mendou's voice was strangely... different. "What's wrong?"

"Don't look at me, Shinobu-chan!" Mendou said. "I'm simply a mess!" He brought his hand up over his face, vainly trying to hide it from the gaze of his classmates. "Please, just get me away from these people!"

A pair of Mendou's fangirls came up to Mendou's side, trying to cajole him. "Mendou-sama, you're still as handsome as ever! You don't even look injured from that fall!"

Mendou glared at the two girls. "JUST handsome?" His eyes narrowed at them. "What do you think I am, just some brute? I don't want to be just handsome!"

Shinobu swallowed hard. His tone of voice, the way he spoke was unmistakable. Mendou sounded just like Ataru did.

At that point, Shinobu realised how the remote worked. Mr. Fujinami did mention something about altering personalities, after all.

A soft groan from beside Shinobu made her turn her head, to see Megane rising up as well. Shinobu backed away in terror; there was no mistake now that Megane was also a victim of Mr. Fujinami and his remote. And if it was strong enough to make Megane actually lose his borderline obsession with Lum, then there was no telling what it was capable of.

Megane's eyes snapped open, focused fully on Mendou just inches away. "Mendou-san! Are you alright!" He strained against his bonds, trying to worm his way over to Mendou. Shinobu was almost afraid that he was going to attach himself to Mendou like a limpet again.

"Megane, don't!" Mendou cried out, causing Megane to suddenly stop in his tracks. "Don't come any closer, not while I'm like this!"

Megane, despite his bonds, didn't seem to miss a beat. "But my Adonis, you look like you're hurt! I can't bear to see you in pain, Mendou-san! The very idea of it... it makes my heart burn!"

Shinobu cringed at Mendou and Megane's conversation. So did some of the other students.

Mendou gazed at Megane, his eyes shining in the early morning light. "Megane-san…"

"You call me Satoshi, Mendou-san." Megane replied, his eyes misting over.

"Satoshi-san." Mendou corrected himself. "To think that even someone like you could feel so strongly..." He simpered away from Megane. "But I can't, not right now. Not like this. I want to be beautiful."

Shinobu blinked a little bit. "Beautiful? What are you talking about, Mendou?"

Mendou stood up from his kneeling position on the floor. "Why, isn't it obvious?" He paused for an answer. When it was obvious that nobody was willing to oblige him, he continued. "I want to shine! I want to show everyone in Tomobiki the real me! The me that has been hiding inside of me all of time!"

Megane looked at Shinobu, before carefully stepping to his feet. "I have no idea what you mean, my dear..." He tried to put on a smile for his beloved. "But I would do anything to help you shine. I promise you."

Mendou and Megane exchanged a meaningful gaze, the kind that would be accompanied with pink pastels and some flying rose petals drifting across a sudden breeze blowing between them, and maybe even some dreamlike bubbles floating along.

The meaningful moment, however, was cut short when Sakura burst into the room. She caught sight of Mendou and Megane's moment, in the short time it lasted until they both noticed her in the doorway.

The first words out of her mouth as she saw Mendou and Megane together was, "The legend must really be true...!"

All eyes fell on Sakura as she opened her kit bag and made her way over to the two. "You know what's wrong with them?" Shinobu asked as she watched Sakura start examining them.

"Well, when I heard that Ryuunosuke's father was zapping people with a TV remote, and blabbering about making a man out of his daughter, it didn't take long before I put two and two together." Sakura examined Mendou's face, shining a pen light in each eye.

Mendou tried his best to shy away from Sakura while she tried to examine him. "The Sexuality Remote is one of those legends that is too silly to think of as true, until you actually see it happen with your own eyes."

Shinobu stared at Sakura. "The Sexuality Remote? You mean there's seriously something that allows you to control somebody's sexuality?"

"In a sense," Sakura replied, as she started examining Megane instead. Unlike Mendou, Megane didn't shy away. However, he didn't seem to have any reaction to being so close to Sakura, even when she cut the rope restricting him. The only thing that could come close was the squint he did when she pushed aside his glasses to examine his eyes.

"I heard that it could control more than just one's sexual preference, but also their gender expression. It sort of changes their personality to fit the setting the wielder chooses for them. Thankfully, the effect only lasts for anywhere from a few minutes to a week, at best. But they'll remember it for a lifetime."

Sakura moved away from Megane (whose right eye was starting to twitch a little), and stepped over to the prone body of Ryuunosuke, moving her with the toe of her shoe. "I bet she was the first target. I don't even want to know what setting he used on her..."

Shinobu hurried over to kneel at Ryuunosuke's side as she began to stir. "Ryuunosuke! Are you alright? What did your father do to you?"

Ryuunosuke's eyes opened, darting between the two women who stood above her.

"Ryuunosuke?" Shinobu asked.

"Shinobu..."

"Ryuunosuke, are you alright?" Sakura asked.

"Sakura-sensei..." Ryuunosuke uttered weakly. "Closer..."

Sakura leaned over Ryuunosuke, bringing her face in closer. "What is it?"

Ryuunosuke's hand shot out. Before anyone could react, she grabbed one of Sakura's breasts and squeezed roughly.

"Your tits look so good from this angle, Sakura." Ryuunosuke grinned, and kissed Sakura roughly on the lips. She leapt to her feet as Sakura skittered backwards, the smile turning predatory. "What? Don't act like you didn't enjoy it!"

Shinobu's jaw dropped open.

Sakura gritted her teeth. "That's definitely the 'Frat Boy' setting..."

Onsen-Mark went over to his desk, sat down, and laid his head on it. Unnoticed by the other students, he quietly began to cry as another lesson went down the drain.

Ataru sat beneath the shade of one of the big trees out on the school grounds, his knees in, arms wrapped around them. It was still difficult for him to grapple the feelings that had suddenly burst forth from inside of him. Suddenly, it seemed that the usual clothes he wore felt wrong, even though they were worn for years and usually fit like a glove. The usual school uniform and casual jeans and shirts weren't going to cut it any more.

Ataru wanted something different. Something more.

Ataru wanted to be beautiful.

He bowed his head and wept silently. How was he going to do that, when he was known for so long as a pervert and an idiot? The beauty that he so wished for seemed to be so far out of reach...

"Don't cry!"

Ataru jumped with a shriek, causing the person who was standing next to him to stumble backwards and fall flat on their backside. He turned his head to see Nagisa, Ryuunosuke's crossdressing fiancée, in a pretty yellow summer dress and wooden sandals.

He gazed at Nagisa for a moment as he righted himself again. "Nagisa..."

"You remembered my name?" Nagisa said brightly. "I was worried you thought I was a stranger or something."

Ataru kept his gaze on Nagisa as he stood up, hands behind his back. They first met not that long ago, but Ataru was somewhat impressed that Nagisa could manage to look so pretty and feminine despite being such a strong boy. If it wasn't for Ataru's finely honed girl-seeking abilities, he wouldn't have even been able to tell Nagisa was a guy in the first place.

If there was one person in Tomobiki who could help fulfil Ataru's wish, then Nagisa was definitely it.

Ataru creeped closer to Nagisa. "Nagisa... I want to ask you something."

"Of course, Ataru-kun." Nagisa said brightly. "I never thought you would."

"Well, this might be a bit of a strange question..." Ataru continued, looking away and poking the tips of his index fingers together. "I want to know... Can you make me beautiful?"

Nagisa blinked. "Huh? Beautiful?" He stepped closer to Ataru. "When you say that, do you mean... Like me?" He examined Ataru's face carefully.

"Yes," Ataru said excitedly. "Yes, just like you!"

"Well, I don't see why not." Nagisa smiled softly. "You look pretty handsome enough right now, so it wouldn't take that much work to make you beautiful..."

Ataru's eyes went wide. "Really?"

Nagisa beamed. "Of course!" He then squeaked as he was caught in a bone-creaking hug.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Ataru squeezed Nagisa tightly, making him squeak even more. "You don't know how much this means to me!"

"If I didn't before, I sure know now..." Nagisa said after a gasp for air. "I've got to let my friends know we got you coming in after school!" He pulled out a rather old, used looking mobile phone, that would've been top of the line about five or six years ago, and started typing out a message, to send out to a certain group of people Nagisa knew. "Don't worry, these people will know exactly what to do with you."

In the various classrooms in Tomobiki High, several mobiles quietly vibrated. These phones belonged to a small and very exclusive group of individuals within the student body of the school, bound together by a single interest, and a single purpose. Each of them checked their phones, some in the middle of class, some afterwards, and found Nagisa's message:

Project! :D

As class ended, the students all made their excuses, and headed off towards the otherwise empty, yet clean and well-kept classroom where they usually met after school. They needed to prepare for the undertaking that lay before them.

The Tomobiki High Crossdressing Club, after all, had a reputation to uphold.

In Class 2-F, however, a different undertaking was on Onsen-Mark's plate.

After managing to clean up the classroom of whatever anarchy that Ryuunosuke's father had inflicted on it, Onsen-Mark tried his best to do a slightly truncated lesson. Thankfully, it was at least somewhat more sedated, but now there was something strange in the air that Onsen-Mark couldn't ignore.

Ryuunosuke, formerly a quiet, reserved kid, now was openly disdainful, spending more time leering at the girls than trying to concentrate on her studies. It seemed that for some reason, probably because of that accursed remote her father brought in, Ryuunosuke had become more like that disgusting Moroboshi than what she used to be.

Mendou was studious as always, but now seemed different as well. His legs were crossed at the ankle, and his arms were close in. It was like he was more of a girl than anything else.

Megane, however, just sat in his usual seat, but spent most of his time staring at Mendou. Aside from the object of his affection, it seemed that barely anything about him had changed.

As for Lum, well... Lum managed to recover, but now it seemed that she was bothered by her clothes, constantly tugging and pulling at them. Small growls of consternation came out as she struggled to sit comfortably.

Onsen-Mark was glad when the bell finally rang and everybody spilled out of their seats to take a break. But out of everyone in that room, he thought that he needed the break most of all.

At the bell, Ryuunosuke rose from her seat. Her eyes scanned the room hungrily, before locking on one of the girls sitting with a couple of her friends. Without saying a word, she sauntered her way over, thumbs hooked in her belt loops. As the girls noticed, Ryuunosuke leaned on a desk and started making conversation.

Shinobu watched Ryuunosuke throughout, a nervous fear welling up inside of her. She knew that even if Ryuunosuke did like girls before (and she did suspect as much), this wasn't the way she usually acted towards them. Was this what the Sexuality Remote was capable of?

Shinobu slipped out of her desk and crept closer to Ryuunosuke, hiding behind an empty desk. She peeked over the top, watching her carefully. She strained her ears to listen in on the conversation.

"Seriously? You're going to go hang with Mendou?" She asked one of the girls, who Shinobu recognised as Matsubariya Momoe: one of the girls in her class most desired by the boys, not to mention one of Mendou's biggest admirers.

Momoe, to Shinobu's relief, didn't seem to be biting just yet. She turned her face away with a disdainful sniff. "Mendou is a man of class, Fujinami-kun."

"Yeah, and by that you mean he's loaded out the ass." Ryuunosuke sneered back. "Be honest, you're just looking for a piece of that guy's fat wallet, aren't you?"

Momoe stared at Ryuunosuke, her mouth open. "H-how dare you speak to me like that!"

Ryuunosuke stepped forward and landed a hand on the desk Momoe was sitting at. "Come on... You know Mendou just likes to string girls along. A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve to stick their faces in a dry trough like Mendou."

Shinobu seethed. Was she comparing Momoe to a farm pig?! This was going too far! But Momoe's expression was wavering... It looked like she was actually being charmed by that swill!

Kumiko, another Mendou admirer, stepped up. "At least Mendou has it where it counts! He's a real man! He's actually a man! What have you got that's better than him?"

Ryuunosuke rose up from the desk, and moved up to Kumiko in such a smooth movement that Shinobu could barely believe it was as casual as it looked. She cupped under Kumiko's chin, raising it up to look fully at her face.

"What have I got? How 'bout everything else?" Ryuunosuke grinned dangerously, a smile that could melt glaciers. "Or maybe, just everything you need?"

Kumiko stared at Ryuunosuke. "Everything...? Do you really mean it?"

Ryuunosuke smirked, not even missing a beat. "Why don't you try me sometime? It'll be worth your while."

Momoe bolted upright from her seat. "Excuse me? Weren't you trying to chat me up?" She bustled her way past Kumiko. "You can't just hook me and throw me back in like that!"

Unfortunately, Momoe only got shoved back by Kumiko. "Back off, you! You can go after Mendou all you like! I'm gonna go for Ryuu-chan now!"

The rest of the class stared in horror as Kumiko and Momoe began to bicker violently, while Ryuunosuke just shrugged and walked off.

"Typical girls..." Ryuunosuke said. "They always say one thing, but dangle a nice piece of bait and they'll dance to your tune..."

Shinobu felt her temperature spike up. She rose up from behind the desk to walk over to Ryuunosuke, her eyes burning. "And what is it you mean by that?"

Ryuunosuke smirked. "Oh, hey there. I was wondering what you were doing behind that desk. I thought you were just watching me because you wanted me or something."

"Wanted you?!" Shinobu growled out. "Listen to yourself! Do you even know what you sound like right now? It's as if Ataru and Mendou had a kid and taught him everything they knew!"

Ryuunosuke snorted dismissively. "Those two? Seriously? Those two are just a pair of snivelling toads! I'm more manlier than the pair of them!"

Shinobu crossed her arms. "You're disgusting, Ryuunosuke-kun! Your father may be proud of what you become, but I'm not! Nobody else is! I bet even your mother, wherever she is, would be ashamed to see you like this!"

Ryuunosuke scowled at Shinobu's last remark. "Let me tell you somethin', sister..." She raised her finger, ready to deliver a blistering put-down to Shinobu...

...but nothing came out.

Ryuunosuke stared at Shinobu for several long seconds, her pointing finger hanging in confusion. "W-what the hell was I doing...?!"

Shinobu blinked. "Ryuunosuke-kun...?"

"I was zapped by that remote, and the next thing I know I'm trying to hit on girls like I'm Mendou or something..." Ryuunosuke stared at herself. "Oh man, this is disgusting!"

Shinobu beamed brightly. "Ryuunosuke-kun, you're normal again!" She launched forward and hugged Ryuunosuke tightly. "I was worried that you wouldn't ever get back to normal!"

Ryuunosuke hugged Shinobu back gently. "Well, I'm me again, I guess..."

At that moment, the classroom door slid open. "Hey guys, sorry for missing class..."

Everyone looked up to see Lum. Their eyes widened, however, as they saw what she was wearing: the boy's uniform for Tomobiki High, complete with a pair of small boys' indoor shoes.

"I felt like I needed a change, okay?" Lum explained in a boyish tone, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "I wanted to see how you guys felt wearing this."

"Don't tell me," Shinobu murmured to Ryuunosuke. "This is the effect that Lum got from that remote?"

Ryuunosuke shrugged. "Beats me. I can't even believe the way I was this morning."