Cracking open a blurry eye, darkness flooded my vision, My cognitive ability at an all time low I rolled off the couch, tugging at the crumbled flight suit. Pulling the smelly thing down to my waist. As I hobbled around in the darkness. My shin colliding with a sharp item.

"Fuck!" Cursing. Fully awake, bladder making itself known. I stumbled around in the dark, blearily fumbling around. I felt a door knob and none to gently threw the door open. Boots making a "clump thump" on the bathroom tile.

Budging the door closed with my hip I flicked the light on, stepping on over to the can. Dropping the flight suit fully I grabbed the blacks. "Down with them~" I sang. Returning to my half zombie state.

Reaching around for the equipment. Grabbing air "Wha-tha?" Craning my head down. Full hips and feminine legs greeted me. Mind blanking "that's new" I muttered. Blinking owlishly. I blinked again. Whats with my voice?

"Riiight" trepidation rolled in my stomach. Just becoming that much aware of my button-up scraping against my new chest. I winced, fingering the buttons, I went over the process of removing a dress shirt. Buttons now undone.

My eyes roamed over the valley in between, Two half hidden, admittedly small breasts. Gulping lightly I moved my hand in-between the now obviously feminine well-built legs.

Nothing but a slit. That my index finger slipped into. Eye's widening, I gasped as a new, way to nice of a feeling dotted its way across my body.

Jerking my hand away like it got burnt. "Huh" I squeaked out. Voice high-pitched and strained. I turned around almost drunkenly. I bent and set my weight on the toilet. Not too shortly after I did the deed.

I shivered 'cold ass seat' shivering more as I felt the 'newer' equipment continued to do its thing.

Pulling myself up. I eyed the shower. Shrugging I threw the olive green dress shirt off and onto the porcelain white sink. Leaning against said sink. I started fighting with the black boots. Thud! Went one, the other I dropped in the same fashion. Socks getting yanked off post-haste.

Skin tight blacks and boxers joined them on the brown and green tiled floor.

Now stark nude I looked to the mirror. 'Well as a dude I 110% enjoy what I'm seeing' My eyes lingered at chest level for 30 or more solid seconds. Roaming lower, I paused. Across my hip at belt level was a pink scar. "Kinda surprised that's there, new body and all"

Now how'd I receive that one?

Well, a rusty nail and a stupid snot nosed brat. That's how, shifting so I can eye it up more "Still the same size too, wait it trails onto my back now?"

Going full circle "hmm, leading straight to the tail?" Yeah, a five inch scar somehow became an eight incher since coming to this world. Shaking my head and adding that to the shelf.

Stepping over to the shower bath combo, feet slapping on the tile. I leaned into the space and turned it on.

Cold ass water sprayed the side of my head "Fuck!" jerking ramrod straight. Biting my lip in a half scowl. "Your lucky fuck nuts" I jabbed a sopping wet index finger at the shower head. then started flicking the appliance off, I slipped a hand under the stream.

When the water was a suitable temperature. I all but dived under it and began exploring my body-Ahem cleaning it. More or less if I stayed in this body for the entire duration of my stay, I might as well learn it.

-Beacon, Ozpin-

Filing away the last applicant for this years initiation I sighed. 'This year is shaping up to be quite interesting' taking a sip of my coca. I pulled a new document off the growing pile.

Looking over the parchment it read:

Dear, Headmaster Ozpin

It's come to our attention, A unidentified aircraft was seen landing and taking off from

Beacon grounds, We've also gotten reports of the same military looking craft circling Vale.

Is this one of General Ironwood's newer additions?

If that is the case, perhaps making it public would be a wonderful course of action.

After all, citizens have become worried as well as upset because the craft is terribly loud.

Regards, Henry Violet, Vale Council.

Rubbing the rim of my mug 'it would seem this A10 is already been spotted'

Pulling out my scroll I deftly flicked to the messaging app. Finding Qrow's and I's conversation. I typed a quick and short message:

Ozpin: Qrow, perhaps it would be wise to communicate to Miss Branwen that her Aircraft should be under tight wraps and not to be flown around unless needed. After all we don't want HER to catch wind of our possible ace just yet-

Pressing send. I gathered a blank sheet of paper I began composing a letter:

Dear, Henry Violet, Vale Council.

Yes, This plane dubbed the A10 Warthog is something General Ironwood and a student of mine

Collaborated on.

Please inform Vale's populace that a Huntsmen soars in the sky. And they have nothing to fear.

Headmaster Ozpin.

Signing and closing up the letter. I pulled out my scroll once again and notified James of his new 'project'

'Sorry James, I just added a bit more to that overflowing plate of yours'

-Patch, Shino-

Walking out of the bathroom like I owned the place and smelling like strawberries. Setting my boots near the door I dumped the stinky flight suit and the socks in a pile for the morning.

Walking a few more feet, Nearly clipping that damned coffee table again. Now that I knew where everything was 'thank you faunus eyes' I passed the couch and made my way to the small but welcoming kitchen.

Aiming for the sink. I turned it on and bent over the counter and drank from it. Yes I'm being a slob.

Getting my fill. I lazily padded over to the couch and ungracefully flopped onto it. Breasts aching from rubbing against the dress shirt. I whined "Owwww" rolling onto my back. I brought a hand up and massaged one, the weirdly nice feeling.

Of teenage arousal shooting from the nipple and down my spine to pool into my stomach area. Groaning in irritation 'maybe I should've did the nasty' Having a body I've had no experience with is killing me.

The shower itself was nothing short of hell. Every little rub or scratch in the right spots would send this very same feeling everywhere. I scowled 'This stupid sensitive body' digging my head further into the arm rest.

'And the fact that having a romantic interest with any of the girls I've seen watching this show..' Still absentmindedly rubbing my chest '27 or not, I'm their age now'

Frowning more 'this body's over sensitivity will be the end of me' Slapping the side of my head. I groaned for the upteenth time. 'Yeah, being around team rwby will make my libido happy' Shifting onto my side "I'm a fucking prevert"

"You are?" Jumping out of my skin. I shot up and made eye contact with a sea of lilac.

Heart pounding "Y-Yang, whats up?" She didn't beat around the bush "What are you doing?"

'Excuse, excuse!' "Massaging my tits!" Rubbing them for emphasis "I don't have a bra! And they hurt like Satan's cock!" I announced Her mouth dropped open in a 'O' "well c'mere" Yang was completely oblivious to my plight as she gestured with an arm.

"Ookay?" I asked, standing up and marching over to her. I noticed Yang was a inch or two taller than me in dismay. Yang held out her hands in a cup like form.

"You mind?" She asked

Not understanding what she was doing "Nope?" Nearly jumping out of my skin, again.

Yang reached out and swiftly cupped both my breasts as I turned beet red "H-He-y what'er you doing?" I blurted.

Seeing The lack of a wholesome expression on my face. she frowned "Jeez, I'm just getting your size" She paused "Your into girls" She stated. yet worded it like a question. Her hands left as quickly as she put them there.

I just nodded dumbly "Sorry, think nothing of that" Now it was her turn to blush as she became embarrassed. Yang scratched the back of her head. "Your the same size as Ruby" Backing up and turning on her heel "S-stay here" Yang half jogged up the stairs. "She felt me up to find my size? What the hell?" I whispered to the Bombshells retreating form. Shrouded in the moonlight.

I stayed rooted to the same spot in a shell shocked daze 'She just, what?' Hoping one of the fucked up Gods could answer my question. In my reboot stage I dumbly watched the woman of my peril arrived with a black and red sports bra in hand.

"Here" Yang whispered, blushing all but gone. I took the cloth "T-thanks" I stuttered.

Yang backed up and turned towards the stairs once again. "Goodnight" She bid, A hint of nerves in her voice. "Night" I echoed.

With that weird situation gone for now. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it towards the couch, Next I dimly attempted to put on my first bra, One failed attempt later I was left to analyze the bra. I attempted to magically appear the garment on me via just thinking of having iit equipped, to my disappointment, It seemed like I had to put it on the old fashioned way.

I was on a world of BS and Immortal Idiots, A magic bra should be a thing right? Sighing.

I Padded around the couch, slipping in between the coffee table and the couch I dropped all my weight onto the furniture. The springs bounced me back up, They were well used and loved. They weren't still.

Slowly working out how to put it on. I decided to pull it on like a shirt, very similarly to how my first attempt was, I just kept track of the little shoulder straps. that made sure. It didn't slide down my body.

Even though, with how constricting I originally thought the bra was, It felt like my chest was being lightly hugged by an impossibly soft cloud.

My thoughts wandered to Yang. 'That was out of character and strange for her' briefly thinking 'what was that about?'

Not bothering to think about that topic in depth. I finally got the infernal thing on. So I tallied up my victory just before a great deal of mental fatigue hit me like, well an intercontinental ballistic missile, my eyes started to droop and I quickly decided I wasn't in the mood to fight my need for sleep.

So like any self respecting house guest, I fell sideways on the couch like a sack of potato's, completely forgetting the shirt I Tossed onto the back rest of the couch.

Trying to get comfortable for an hour. I then began attempting to settle my thoughts and biological feeling's that came with Yang touching me in such a way, those thoughts caused me to toss and turn on the sofa, Because I couldn't put them to rest. Another hour or six of fighting that war and I slipped off once again.