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Suzune locked the door as Emilia left, ensuring she was alone. She peeped through the keyhole, her mind racing with thoughts.
"I cannot allow Emilia-tan to know who I am, or anyone that matters," Suzune muttered to herself before shaking her head. "Why do I talk like an abnormal person? Although this is more dig—"
Her stomach growled loudly. "That's ridiculous, I need food, but this girl won't ask for it till dinner time…"
She sighed, feeling the gnawing hunger. Standing in front of the mirror, she scrutinized her reflection. "She's fine but could be better. Wait, what? That's not how you should narrate a lady's look."
Suddenly, she froze, her hands trembling. She stared at her reflection in horror. "I am a freaking girl?!" Her breathing quickened, and her chest tightened as panic set in. "I'm never getting Emilia-tan now! Rem won't see me that way anymore! Maybe Otto will try to hit on me! God damn it! I'm more stoic than Ram and creepier than Betelgeuse! Oh shit!"
Suzune forced herself to take deep breaths, trying to calm the whirlwind of anxiety. "Okay, okay, calm down. This is just another challenge. You've faced worse, right?" she said to herself, her voice shaky but steadying. She unzipped the jacket and took it off, feeling the unfamiliar weight of her new body. With trembling hands, she took off the t-shirt, staring at her reflection in disbelief. The sight of her new form, so different and yet undeniably strong, was jarring. Her fingers traced the lines of her new muscles, the contours of her new shape. "This is real," she whispered, as if saying it out loud would make it more believable.
Her eyes lingered on her chest. "These are… going to be… a hindrance," she muttered. The thought of dealing with this new aspect of her body was daunting. She raised an eyebrow, her mind racing. "I am going to need some bandages…" she said, thinking of ways to manage the unexpected changes. Binding her chest seemed like the most practical solution, a way to regain some semblance of her old self, even if it was just an illusion.
She gazed at her abs and arms, a mixture of confusion and fascination playing across her features. Her belly was smooth and toned, the skin soft and flawless. It was surreal, like looking at a perfectly sculpted statue. "For some reason, I feel like I can take the White Whale down with these alone," she murmured, flexing her arms experimentally. The strength coursing through her muscles was undeniable, and she marveled at the power she felt.
Her newfound strength and athleticism were both unsettling and oddly exhilarating. She felt powerful in a way she never had before, her body humming with energy. She loosened her pants and took off her boxers, examining her legs and pelvic area with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "My pelvic strength is skyrocketing... and my legs are... thick too," she noted, running her hands down her thighs. Her legs, once familiar, now felt like the legs of a stranger – strong, muscular, and undeniably feminine.
Every time she checked her body, she blushed, feeling an odd sense of vulnerability and empowerment. Her stone-like eyes, though beautiful, held a sternness that made her shiver. They seemed to pierce through the mirror, as if challenging her to confront her new reality. The sternness in her gaze was a stark contrast to the vulnerability she felt, creating an unsettling duality within her.
She refused to spare a glance at the crotch, feeling that was a step too far for the moment. Instead, she focused on the more neutral aspects of her new form. She struck a few poses in front of the mirror, trying to get used to the way her body moved. It was a strange, almost comical sight – a loser boy in the body of a powerful warrior girl, trying to strike a balance between strength and femininity.
Determined to get a better understanding of her new form. Tentatively, she struck a few poses, trying to acclimate herself to her transformed body. First, she placed her hands on her hips, standing tall and straight, and noticed the toned muscles in her arms and legs. Then, she adopted a casual stance, slouching slightly, trying to appear relaxed.
Finally, she struck a 'victory' sign with her hands and winked at her reflection. "Yo! I am Suzune Natsuki! I am not only jobless but also—"
She trailed off, realizing something was off. The pose looked less like a cheerful introduction and more like a menacing threat. Her smile appeared more like a smirk, her eyes intense and unyielding.
"Uh, that looks like I'm actually threatening someone," she muttered, her brow furrowing in confusion. "But why?"
Determined to try again, she tried a few more poses. She flexed her arms in a mock strongman pose. "Check out these guns! I can totally take down a dragon with these bad boys!" But the image was more intimidating than she expected, her eyes gleaming with a fierce determination that could send anyone running.
"Okay, that's not it," she sighed, dropping her arms.
She struck a heroic pose, one foot forward and her fist raised in the air. "I am the hero of this story!" she declared. However, instead of looking inspiring, she looked more like she was about to punch through a wall.
"Yikes, that's not it either," she grimaced.
Trying for something cuter, she placed her hands under her chin and batted her eyelashes. "Hi there! I'm Suzune Natsuki, nice to meet you!" The expression, instead of appearing friendly, looked almost predatory, her intense gaze unnerving even to herself.
"Wow, that's actually creepy," she muttered, dropping the pose immediately.
Feeling a bit frustrated, she decided to try a playful pose, sticking out her tongue and giving a peace sign. "Peace out!" she said, but even that looked wrong, her eyes too sharp and her tongue sticking out in a way that seemed more taunting than playful.
"Oh come on!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "Why does everything I do look like I'm about to fight someone?"
She rubbed her temples, trying to calm down. "Okay, maybe something more neutral." She clasped her hands behind her back and gave a small, soft smile. "Hello, I'm Suzune." The result was a bit better, but her intense eyes still made the whole expression seem more mysterious and enigmatic than she intended.
"Well, that's... less threatening, I guess," she mumbled.
She tried a few more poses, each time attempting to soften her expressions, but the sternness in her eyes persisted. Finally, she leaned forward, planting her hands on her knees and giving the mirror an exaggerated pout. "Why can't I just look normal?"
After a few more attempts, she realized she was getting nowhere. "This is going to take a lot of getting used to," she admitted to herself. "I guess this is who I am now. I have to figure out how to make this work, how to blend the old me with the new."
With a final look in the mirror, she straightened her posture and gave a small, determined nod. "Alright, Suzune Natsuki," she said quietly, speaking to her reflection as if it were a separate entity. "Let's see what you can do."
As she took one last heroic pose, striking a dramatic stance with a serious expression, she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Alright, I might look like I'm about to conquer the world, but at least I'll do it with style."
She won't die this time. After all, she had survived countless deaths and unimaginable challenges. She would survive this too.
Just then, her stomach growled loudly. "That's ridiculous, I need food, but this girl won't ask for it till dinner time… I think I have to go to the kitchen…"
She shook her head, trying to focus on the practicalities. "Alright, I need to get some bandages and maybe some food... And then, I need to figure out what the hell is going on." She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the unfamiliar softness of the long, silky strands. "This is going to be... interesting."
She was just about to turn away when she realized something else. "Oh no," she groaned, feeling the familiar pressure in her bladder. "I need to pee… and that's going to be a whole new adventure. But I won't yield to such trivial matters."
A knock was heard on the door, interrupting Suzune's frantic self-assessment. "Would Suzune-sama like a bath?" Ram's voice called out, her tone polite but distant.
Oh shit. Suzune's mind raced. "N-no," she stammered, trying to sound composed. "I... uh... I'll tell you if I need anything. Could you bring me some bandages and some food here?"
There was a pause before Ram responded, her voice tinged with curiosity and neutrality. "Are you hurt?"
'No, I just—' but Suzune's mouth had already uttered, "None of your business."
"Very well," Ram replied with slight venom in her voice. "Suzune-sama."
"Gekrest, just great," Suzune muttered, glaring at her reflection in the mirror. "What is your problem? You are an as—" She stopped herself, feeling a strange discomfort at using harsh language. "I am a disappointment," she finished, her shoulders slumping.
She opened the door to the bathroom and slipped inside, closing it behind her. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, scrutinizing her new form once again. The mirror reflected a girl who looked both fierce and fragile, a bizarre contradiction that left Suzune feeling even more disoriented. Her eyes were drawn to the toilet, then back to the mirror, then to the toilet again. She repeated this sequence several times until her neck began to hurt. Her bladder was now screaming for relief.
"Alright, you've faced worse," she muttered, trying to pep-talk herself into action.
She approached the toilet with the caution of someone approaching a wild animal. Sitting down felt awkward, the entire experience alien and uncomfortable. As she finally allowed herself to pee, the sensation was both relieving and unsettling. The sound of her own urine hitting the water was oddly loud in the quiet bathroom, and she cringed at the unfamiliarity of it all.
Suzune stared at the tiles on the floor, willing herself to focus on anything but the current situation. "This is... weird," she mumbled. "So, so weird." The relief of emptying her bladder was tempered by the awkwardness of the act. She felt like a stranger in her own body, each movement foreign and strange.
When she finished, she stood up, feeling a bit shaky. She washed her hands, the cold water a stark contrast to the heat of her embarrassment. Staring at herself in the mirror again, she took a deep breath. "Okay, that was awkward, but it's done. I can handle this. I can handle anything."
She dried her hands and smoothed her clothes, trying to regain some semblance of control. She opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the room, feeling slightly more composed but still deeply unsettled.
As she waited for Ram to return with the bandages and food, she sat on the edge of the bed, her mind racing. "You've got this, Suzune," she whispered to herself. "You've faced worse. Just take it one step at a time."
A minute later, Ram arrived with the bandages and some food. She bowed slightly before looking at Suzune with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "Here are the bandages and food you requested," Ram said, her tone polite but with an edge. "May I inquire about your unusual attire? A tracksuit and jacket are not common in these parts."
Suzune met her gaze, feeling a flicker of irritation. "I'm too tired to answer your questions right now," she replied curtly.
Ram raised an eyebrow but said nothing further. She gave a final bow and left the room, the door clicking softly behind her. Suzune let out a long sigh, feeling the tension ease slightly now that she was alone again.
She unzipped her jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Taking a deep breath, she pulled off her t-shirt, feeling the cool air brush against her skin. Her eyes fell on the bandages, and then on her chest. "Alright, let's get this over with," she muttered to herself, picking up the roll of bandages.
She stood in front of the mirror, the sight of her new form still jarring. With a determined look, she started to wrap the bandages around her chest, but her hands were shaking. "Damn it," she swore under her breath as the bandage slipped from her fingers. She picked it up again and tried to steady her hands. "This is just... weird."
As she wrapped the bandage, she muttered to herself, her frustration growing with each pass. "Why did this have to happen? What kind of twisted joke is this?" The bandage roll tangled, and she let out an exasperated groan. "For the love of—come on!"
She tried to keep the bandages tight, but not too tight. "How do people even do this?" she wondered aloud, her voice tinged with frustration. She managed to get a few layers wrapped around before the bandage snagged again. "Oh, come on! You've got to be kidding me!" She tugged at the bandage, trying to untangle it. "This shouldn't be this hard," she grumbled.
As she continued to wrap, her movements became more methodical, though still awkward. "Almost there," she muttered, trying to encourage herself. "You can do this. Just a few more rounds."
She finally secured the end of the bandage, tying it off with a tight knot. She stepped back, looking at herself in the mirror. "Well, that's... something," she said, examining her handiwork. The bandages were uneven, and she felt a bit constricted, but it would have to do.
Suzune took a deep breath, feeling the pressure of the bandages against her chest. "This is so damn awkward," she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. "But it's done. It's done."
She pulled her t-shirt back on, adjusting it over the bandages, then slipped her jacket back on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gave a small nod of approval. "Not perfect, but it'll have to do," she said, trying to bolster her own confidence. "Alright, Suzune. One step at a time."
She moved to the table where Ram had left the food, feeling her stomach growl in response. "Let's see what we've got here," she said, lifting the lid off the tray. The aroma of the meal made her mouth water, and she realized just how hungry she was. She sat down and began to eat, savoring each bite. "This is actually pretty good," she murmured between mouthfuls. "I actually missed Rem's cooking."
As she ate, she thought about the day ahead, the challenges she would face in this new form. But for now, she was just grateful for the food and the momentary peace. "One step at a time," she repeated to herself. "I can do this."
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