"She's coming to!"

"Call the Commander!"

"Be ready with something to drink!"

'Is someone else the same as I am?' Zach's groggy thoughts trailed through his mind. As his eyes edged open, he could see three girls looming over his bed. One was a tall, pretty girl with flowing blue hair, someone he instantly recognized as Kazanari Tsuabasa, a pop idol in Japan. Standing to her left was a girl with short white hair with two long pigtails, who was surprisingly cute and surprisingly well-endowed. On Tsubasa's right stood the girl Zach saw in the car accident, a perky and petite blonde-haired girl with orange eyes.

"Are you all right?" The white haired girl spoke to him. He looked into her red eyes, grateful someone here cared about him. Closing his eyes, he used his hand to prop himself up into a sitting position, a dull pain echoing to him from his belly.

"I thi-" His hands instantly shot to cover his mouth. 'What the fuck?! Since when did my voice get so fucking high?' He looked around at the girls who had a grin on their faces.

"I don't think she knows." Tsubasa whispered to the blonde girl amidst giggles.

'She? Who the fu- Oh no. OH NO. NONONONONO.' Zach's hands danced crazily around her body as she inspected everything she could think of.

"IT'S GONE!"

"WHY DO I HAVE...?"

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Zach screwed her eyes shut and fell back onto the pillow. 'How could this happen? All I remember was getting attacked by the Noise after that car tipped over. Someone was fighting them... someone with a sword. Was that me? Holy shit...'

The three girls at the side of his bed started giggling, which turned into hearty laughter.

"Oh goodness, Zach-chan, you're so cute!" The blonde girl laughed, wiping a tear from her eye.

"She does put on a pretty good show!" The white haired girl giggled, covering her mouth with her hand.

Zach shot up into a sitting position, making her new boobs bounce about. Her hands covered them up without second thought, his face turning beet red.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" She shouted, her new voice quavering.

The door hissed open, and Genjuro strode in, a stupid grin on his face.

"Nice to meet you again, Ms. Lowe." His face instantly straightened, but his lip quivered, obviously biting back laughter.

"I think I can explain that to you. As it turns out, Zach Lowe, you are one of the Attuned. Being attuned means you can activate and control Symphogear, a versatile fighting suit."

"However, Symphogear are powered by song, as you probably know, and only certain wavelengths of song will resonate with a Symphogear. In short, despite being Attuned, Symphogear only responds to a girls song. So it turned you into a girl, so you could fight the Noise."

"But why me? Aren't these things powered by relics? I'm British, none of these Japanese relics should work for me, right? I mean I have a different accent and I sang the.. I dunno what to call it... the song that awakened it in British!"

Genjuro smiled, and stepped towards the side of her bed. Zach quivered. He was huge. And not just tall as a tree, the man was built like a rhino. She had no doubts that if she were to fight this man he would crush her.

"We are the Second Disaster Relief Squad. With the most powerful Symphogear users in Japan, we were protecting a shipment of five Relics from Europe. Two came from Germany, two came from Britain and one came from Spain. The Relic, which is hanging around your neck, was constructed out of a fragment of the Relic Ysmir, a great 2-handed broadsword. You wielded the power of Ysmir to save us after the crash, and for that, we are grateful. However, it seems to have... messed you about a bit."

Zach cursed under her breath in English. Trust her fucking luck to get caught up in such a mess.

"Could I be alone for a while, please? She turned away from the three girls and Genjuro. "I need a while to think..."

"Sure, Ms. Lowe. We've left some clothes for you on the chair. We'll be waiting in the hall when you're ready."

Zach sighed.

"Thanks a bunch."

The three girls and the Commander left the room, and after that the doctors trickled out too, satisfied with their data. Zach sat upright in the bed, staring down at her new chest.

'How could this have happened to me... oh god. What will my parents think? What will my friends think?' She lifted her new arms and inspected them. Soft, dainty hands. Thin, delicate arms. Creamy smooth skin. This was all too real.

She sighed again, and looked up to the ceiling, letter her long, blonde hair flow out behind her.

"Gonna have to get used to that..." She muttered to herself in English. Looking back down and around the room, she spotted a full-length mirror in the corner. Climbing out of bed, she ambled over to the mirror, where she gave herself a thorough exam. She'd lost a foot in height. She's lost a couple pounds in weight. She had a cute face, a small, curvaceous body, average sized boobs and smooth, lissom soft skin. Everywhere. Her legs, her armpits, she even checked under there. No hair whatsoever.

"Damn.. this skin is enticingly soft... No. Not here. Not in this body." She glanced over to the chair where they said they'd left her some clothes.

'Looks different to my school uniform, but definitely a uniform.' Walking over to the chair, she pick up the first garment. It was a navy blue jacket, or more suitably, a cardigan which formed an arrow pointing down. The arrow cut out around the belly button and had a single button and two pockets. Under the jacket was a simple red tie and a white shirt sporting frill around the collar, in the same colour as the jacket. Under that was... a chequered blue skirt.

"A skirt. A fucking skirt. I'VE BEEN A GIRL TEN FUCKING MINUTES AND THEY WANT ME TO WEAR A FUCKING SKIRT?" Zach just stood and stared down the skirt, wishing for it to become a pair of trousers. To her dismay. The skirt didn't change.

"ARRRRRGH!" Zach heard a giggle from the other side of the door.

Fuck it.

After five minutes regretting her decision. Zach pressed the button for the door. She thanked whatever heavens above that the underwear was plain, hell no was she dealing with any kind of frills at all. The minute the door opened, four faces turned on her and lit up. All she could do was stare at the floor and hope she died of shame.

"Zach-chan you're so cute!"

"Ok," Zach mumbled, as the blonde girl got up and rushed to hug her. Zach gasped, then steeled herself as the other three walk towards her.

"Lookin' good girl!" The white haired girl cooed, a sheepish grin plastered to her face.

"Where's my uniform?" Zach mumbled into the blonde girl's shoulder.

"Ruined, I'm sorry. That Relic you took to the belly really ripped your shirt." Genjuro commented, seemingly have thrown away her uniform himself.

"We'd better introduce ourselves. I'm Yukine Chris, just call me Chris." The blonde haired girl pulled back.

"I'm Hibiki, Tachibana Hibiki, nice to meet you!" She squealed in delight. Hibiki was clearly having too much fun with this.

The blue haired girl spoke up, though Zach knew who she was. "Kazanari Tsubasa, nice to meet you." She extended her hand in greeting. Zach shook it weakly.

"Kazanari Genjuro. Commander of the 2nd Disaster Relief Squad, nice to meet you... again." He chuckled.

"Well.. y-you probably know who I am but I'll say it anyway. I'm Zach Lowe, and I used to live in Birmingham, UK but I recently transferred over here with my parents.. N-nice to meet you."

The look on their faces said it all. It was official. They all thought she was cute.