My legs were wobbly as I made my way into my room, I could only assume my face was still a deep red, as it felt like someone was pressing an iron against my face.

'I remember when..she…threatened to do that…' I began to think only to stop and shake my head making those damn uneven bangs fly everywhere…

I let out a small sigh that was another thing, while I was awkwardly trying to get to my room, these obscene thoughts kept popping up, and I could only assume that it was because of… that amazing trial that made them ever so more common, and I could only hope they would die down.

It was a strange thing; those thoughts I mean, if you don't pay enough attention to your own thoughts they can completely slip past you, they feel completely natural as if they came from my very own head, even in retrospect, but as soon as you catch it, it's uncanny it feels as if should belong, but you know that it doesn't. that is a thought of some other person, of the less and less innocent girl, that I have been forcefully put into by some unseen entity.

I let out another sigh as I undid my apron, I seemed to be sighing a lot more often, it's because of my stress, but I stopped midway, as a thought entered my head

I know I wanted to respect this girl and her body, but…this sort of vindictive thought barged into my head, if she is trying to make my life hell, with all her…wonderful despair loving than…should I really care?

I wasn't a vindictive person, I am much more peaceful, and a person who follows the "let other be" type of path, but as it seemed that I would be in this body much longer than I want and that this girl seemed to be screwing with my mind…I feel like I should at least feel some sort of comfort in this body.

Yeah, that sounds right! I take off the apron and hang it on the wall, and once more undid my clothes, though this time I noticed something odd, as I stared at my body trying desperately to convenience myself this will be the new normal

"Are these scars?" I mumbled as I looked at my external oblique, where I noticed small almost invisible marks running from my armpit to hips, though it was a bit difficult to see as my large breasts were in the way I started to notice that they were in the form of writing…

I-It was…tons of… insults…someone cut into Mikan's body and wrote all of these true things…I could feel the vomit rise as I read some of the many things cut into her many overlapping.

"SLUT" "BIMBO" "ASHTRAY"

That last one was burned into her side, though it was incredibly difficult to read as the scar was mostly faded and overlapped with some other more clear scars

"Urghk" I rushed into the bathroom my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor, but it seemed only to be white noise, as I bent over the toilet my breast slapping against the porcelain as I felt my lunch leave my stomach.

How long has this been going on? Some of them seemed only a year or so old, while others seemed to be at most a decade old…was this masochism that I have been dealt with a way for this poor girl to deal with all of this trauma? I could feel another wave of vomit rise with that thought.

It felt wrong to see this, a facet that Mikan seemed to hide from others on a level, with her bandages on her arm and leg, that now that I stare at them in between the fits of vomit, were also seemed to be more writing, how could have I not noticed when I put on the swimsuit?

Was it because I wasn't paying attention to it? I was too focused on my own embarrassment of the situation, yes that must have been it, and with how light these scars are you can't see them unless you're actively looking out for them, I barely saw them.

Was I wrong to feel anger at this girl? Was it wrong that I wanted to feel more comfortable in this body when I doubt that Mikan was very comfortable in it herself?

"Geez, what a hot mess you're in" A high pitched voice that grated against my ear much like a cheese grater,

"Wh-What d-do you want?" I stuttered out as I gave the bear a harsh glare which felt nearly impossible to do in this body.

"Geez! What's with the attitude? I just came around as I felt you might need some help, I mean look at your hair, you're getting it soaked in your icky barf, let me tell you, it is a pain to try to get that out, too many party nights will teach you that," Monokuma said with his arms raised in a shrug, as I noticed that indeed he was right, the purple bangs seemed have gotten wet and caught chunks of my lunch.

"Y-You never come around j-just f-for that"

"Geez you really need to cool it with the attitude, as Headmaster, it is my duty to make sure all my students are doing great, and so here I am, ask and you shall receive, this will be the only time I will do this," Monokuma said with his signature large grin

"G-Give m-me m-my body b-back," I say as I slowly stood to my full height, my eyes stared into this demon.

"Huh? I don't get what you mean? That is, your body isn't Mikan Tsumki?" I could swear I heard that damn giggle at that, of course, he wouldn't do shit,

"C'Mon, I am not gonna bite, no bear's paw's here, and I'll grant a wish, bigger chest? That's a pretty popular item for wishes, though let me tell you now having bigger boobs is a pain in the back, PHUHUHU '' I just kept staring at that bear, as thoughts whizzed past me, should I trust this abomination? Or just ignore him…is there anything I want more than my body back? Revving the dead, ending the game…but I don't think he would do that, and even if he presents himself as a wish maker I doubt that he'd be able to bring back the dead, though I am in an abused, mentally disturbed girl right now, so maybe he is a Djinn in disguise…if I don't wish for something he'll keep bugging me I bet so what to do…maybe just wish for something minor to get him off my back…yeah that might work…

"A-Alright, if I d-do th-this wish th-thing you w-will leave m-me alone?" Monokuma simply nodded

"Alright, then I wish for you to fix up my hair," I say with clarity

"Geez so selfish, I thought you would have wished for the game to end or revive the dead, but nope you are such a self-centered woman," Monokuma said with a shake of his head

"Y-You wouldn't h-have gr-granted it," I say with a huff

"Who knows, not you that's for sure, now! OH, GIANT BEAR HEAR MY CALLS AND GRANT UPON THIS MORTAL THEIR WISH!" Monokuma yelled as he danced around me before he stopped and with his tiny fingers snapped.

POOF

A giant smoke cloud covered my head leading to coughing a lot until it finally dissipated, and with it the annoying little bear, turning over to the mirror my eyes widened, the long choppy bangs were no more, though it was still choppy it only reached down my shoulders now, not only that a…familiar feature was now perched upon my head, though it wasn't as pointy there stood atop my crown was a few curved pieces of purple hair in fish hook looking ahoge…it drew a smile on my pale face, it was something simple but it was an island of familiarity in an ocean of strangeness, slowly I raised my hands and tried to flatten the ahoge only for it to spring back up, seeing this I let out a small giggle, it was something so small and insignificant but…it was a brief respite of familiarity

After a few seconds I steadied myself and moved on to the next bit, a new outfit, I headed back over to the closet and started to put on some clean clothes

"...that bear just saw me naked!" I screeched out, as a painful rush of heat took over my cheeks as I just realized that entire thing happened while I was naked, that damn bear is a fucking perv.

After a few seconds of deep breathing, I got back on track and left my cottage in the dead of night…with the moon hanging over me as I made my way to the Rocket Punch Market.

It felt so wrong to enter a supermarket like this in the dead of night, but I had a mission, and I wanted it done, so I began looking around the shelves trying to remember what Chiaki said about my sizes,

"Did Monokuma put these here?" I mutter as I look at the incredibly strange and, horny outfits which line the shelves, such as the stereotypical bunny girl outfit, which momentarily tempted me, but my better judgment came out on top and I went to the next outfit…plus it was a bit too small for me…this one thankfully seemed a lot less horny and made a lot more sense, it was a kimono, but what was strange about it, was that the only one that would fit me, seemed to fit Mikan's aesthetic perfectly, and looking at the others, I could quickly tell that they fit the other's themes too, once more it seemed Monokuma's or maybe Monomi's tapering with the store, as I continued down the line, many of them falling into similar camps. But then I stopped, as I found a very familiar dress

"Is…this Sonia's?" indeed looking a bit past that I found a copy of everyone's outfit…but I stopped at the very end

It was a familiar dress shirt, slacks, and weird design tie, that I loved, I could feel the cool wet feeling slide down my check, it was my painfully boring clothes, I quickly took them off the rack and hugged them, as a smile split apart my face, I knew I couldn't wear it my breast would pop out of my shirt faster than I could say "I miss you", and my ass would destroy my pants but still, it was proof of my existence, I wipe away the tears as I looked down at the outfit.

"At least there is still a piece I can still wear.." I mumble as I look at the green tie with its beige design, it looked so strange seeing it in my thin pale hands, but I couldn't care less, now the only thing left was to find an outfit that fits it.

So once more I began to look down the racks hoping to find something, after a few minutes of aimless wandering I found an outfit that I could sort of deal with, going from top to bottom, I found a dark rose blouse with a large V-Neck, which though I hated seemed the only one to fit me, and looked the least girly, and because of said V-Neck, when I put my tie one, the monsters hiding in V-Neck lake consumed with vigor, leaving it barely showing, the design was lost, nothing was really special about the blouse, it had short sleeves meaning I was going to keep the bandages on my arm, that and it was a bit tight, but that was about it, the skirt was a dark aquamarine with bits of sparkles though in this light it was nearly impossible to see them, and the best part was it was a long skirt that went all the way to my ankles, I could see this a problem but I liked it, then finally the shoes, I just kept them the same.

With a short nod, I grabbed a few copies and headed back to my cottage for a nice awkward warm shower and a night of nice long sleep. And with the hope that the future will be better.

A/N: This was a pain in the ass to make, and the only reason for that was trying to come up with what I should change Hajime into, like I pulled out a notebook, and literally started drawing so my mind could come up with what would work, so I hope it looks pretty decent, if you want to see the monster I made, as I am a terrible artist, but if enough people want to see it, I will figure a way to put it in.