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Izuku Midoriya sat on the worn stone steps by the lake, his eyes fixed on the shimmering sunlight dancing on the water's surface. It was a picturesque scene, one that usually brought him solace, but today his heart was heavy. His mind was clouded with sadness, weighed down by the harsh words of his childhood friend.

Today, Kaachan had told him to jump from the terrace. Just like that. A casual, cruel remark that cut deeper than any wound. The reason? Because he was quirkless. In a world where nearly everyone had a special ability, a "quirk," Izuku was part of the small minority who were born without one.

Kaachan, with his explosive personality and powerful quirk, had always looked down on Izuku. To him, Izuku's dream of becoming a hero was laughable. "You can't be a hero, Deku!" he'd sneered, using the nickname that had started as a taunt but had since become a part of Izuku's identity.

Izuku wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. He knew he should be heading home. His mother was probably worried sick. But as he stood up to leave, something caught his eye near the edge of the lake. It glinted in the fading sunlight, a tiny spark of light against the darkening water.

He frowned, curiosity piqued. Should he check it out? With a sigh, he shrugged off his backpack and left it on the steps. He carefully made his way down to the water's edge, each step echoing softly in the quiet evening. Kneeling down, he reached into the shallow water and pulled out a delicate bracelet.

It was beautiful, a thin golden chain adorned with a small, diamond-shaped amethyst that caught the light in a dazzling display of purples and blues. "Who does this belong to?" he wondered aloud. "Looks expensive."

Glancing at his wristwatch, he saw it was 5:00 p.m. The police station wasn't far from here. Maybe he should take it there. He pocketed the bracelet and climbed back up the steps, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before heading towards the nearest police box.

As he walked, the world around him began to change. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the path. The air was filled with the sounds of cicadas, their incessant buzzing a constant background noise. The sky turned a gradient of orange and pink, the beauty of the setting sun contrasting starkly with Izuku's somber mood.

When he reached the small police box, he hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. A few seconds later, a sleepy-looking officer appeared at the window. He rubbed his eyes, squinting at Izuku.

"Yeah? What do you want?" the officer asked, his voice gruff with sleep.

Izuku shifted nervously from foot to foot. "Uh, hi. I found something by the lake and thought I should bring it here. It's a bracelet, and it looks pretty valuable. Maybe you can find the owner?"

The officer raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. "A bracelet, huh? Alright, let's see it."

Izuku reached into his pocket, expecting to feel the cool metal against his fingertips. But his hand came up empty. Panic surged through him. He checked his other pockets, his face growing hotter with each second. Nothing. He even took off his backpack, rummaging through it frantically. But the bracelet was nowhere to be found.

The officer's annoyance was palpable. "Look, kid, I don't have time for jokes. If you don't have the bracelet, then don't waste my time."

"No, I swear I had it! It was right here!" Izuku's voice was tinged with desperation. He could feel the officer's patience wearing thin.

The officer sighed heavily. "Go home, kid. And don't come back unless you actually have something to report."

Before Izuku could protest further, the officer shut the door, leaving him standing there in the dimming light. Feeling defeated, Izuku slung his backpack over his shoulder once more and trudged home, the weight of Kaachan's words and the missing bracelet pressing heavily on his mind.

Izuku retraced his steps, eyes scanning the path intently for any sign of the lost bracelet. The air was cooler now, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the walkway. The sounds of the evening crept in: the distant hum of traffic, the chirping of crickets, and the soft splashing of water as he passed the lake. He squinted at the ground, hoping to catch a glimmer of gold or the sparkle of the amethyst in the fading light.

His mind was still reeling from the interaction at the police box. The officer's dismissive attitude stung, adding another layer to the already heavy burden of Kaachan's cruel words. Izuku sighed, kicking a small pebble into the water. It was getting late, and he knew he should head back. Maybe the bracelet's owner would find it, or maybe it was lost forever. Either way, there was nothing more he could do tonight.

When Izuku finally arrived home, his mother was waiting by the door, her face lined with worry. "Izuku, where have you been?"

"I was just at the lake, Mom. Needed some time to think," Izuku replied, trying to sound casual.

Inko Midoriya's expression softened slightly, though concern still etched her features. "You know I worry when you're out so late. Well I'm glad you're home safe. Go take a shower, you look exhausted."

Izuku nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Sure thing, Mom."

He made his way to the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and hanging them over the edge of the bathtub. The bathroom was warm, the steam from the hot water filling the room with a comforting haze. He let the water run, filling the tub, and then sank into it, letting the warmth envelop him. Closing his eyes, he allowed the tension in his muscles to melt away, the weight of the day's troubles momentarily forgotten. Before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

In the quiet of the bathroom, a faint purple light began to glow from his discarded clothes. Slowly, something golden and purple slipped from the fabric and fell into the water. The bathtub was suddenly filled with a brilliant violet hue, sparkling with golden particles that danced and shimmered like stars. The light pulsed gently, illuminating the entire bathroom in a magical glow. After a few moments, the light faded, and the water returned to its normal clear state, as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

A few minutes later, Inko slid the bathroom door open, her voice breaking the tranquil silence. "Izuku, dinner is ready."

Izuku jolted awake, blinking in confusion. "Oh, right. Thanks, Mom," he said, standing up and quickly drying off. He dressed in clean clothes and made his way to the dining room.

As they sat down to eat, his mother asked about his day. "How was your day, Izuku? Is everything alright? You know you can talk to me about anything."

Izuku forced a smile, carefully avoiding the topic of Kaachan and the bullying. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just a normal day."

Inko nodded, though her eyes remained watchful. "Alright. Make sure you eat everything, including the peach. It's good for you."

"You know I don't like peach—"

Suddenly, Izuku was enveloped in a blinding white light. He gasped, and his mother's shout of surprise echoed through the room. "Mom…!"

"Izuku?!"

The light grew brighter and began to swirl around him.

Then, the light died down.

"Izuku, are you o— ehhhh! Who…Izuku?!"

Izuku looked at his mother with confused eyes. "Mom, what just happene—" he froze. "My voice… don't tell me…" he bolted from the dining room and made his way to his mother's room where there was a full body length mirror. He looked at it and gasped.

His appearance….

His clothes were replaced by a frilly dress in shades of purple, adorned with golden lines that shimmered in the light. A matching headband with a bunny shaped toy appeared in his hair, and long socks with elegant red shoes completed the look. His hair was long, all the way to his back— a bright, vibrant purple, and his eyes were a dazzling amethyst with a beautiful kaleidoscopic pattern of triangles.

Izuku stared at his reflection in the bedroom mirror, his hand trembling as he touched his now softer face. It was rounder, with a hint of baby fat that hadn't been there before. His freckles, however, remained, scattered like tiny stars across his cheeks. "Wh... what just happened to me?" he whispered, his voice startling him. It was high-pitched, like a girl's. He blinked, leaning closer to the mirror. He was shorter, more petite, with delicate features. He looked like... a girl. Then it hit him—did he have a quirk?

His eyes widened with realization, his heart pounding in his chest. "I have a quirk?!" he mumbled incoherently, a giddy smile spreading across his face. "I have a quirk! I can be a hero now!" He could barely contain his excitement, his thoughts racing. This was his chance, his dream come true. All these years of being told he was useless, of being bullied and belittled—it didn't matter anymore. He had a quirk. He could be a hero!

Meanwhile, Inko stood at the bedroom doorway, her concern deepening as she took in Izuku's appearance. His attire was unmistakably feminine. The hem of the dress reached just below his knees, adorned with a delicate floral pattern interwoven with golden lines. The fabric shimmered in the bathroom light, a beautiful, deep purple. His hair, now a vibrant purple, flowed past his shoulders, too long for a boy. The knee-high socks and the red shoes completed the ensemble, making him look like a character out of a fairy tale.

Inko's heart beated faster. Had Izuku finally awakened a quirk? It seemed so. But…a dress-changing quirk? Why something so…useless? After all this time, why did it have to be a quirk that seemed to have no practical application for a hero? She knew how much becoming a hero meant to him. He seems ecstatic now, but when he realizes that this quirk might not help him achieve his dream, it would break his heart.

Izuku was giggling, mumbling and squealing.

"Izuku, dear," she finally called, her voice gentle yet firm.

Izuku turned to her, his eyes shimmering with tears. "Mom! I finally have a quirk!" he exclaimed, his voice sounding oddly feminine. He rushed towards her, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. "I have a quirk!" he repeated, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

Inko froze for a moment, feeling something soft press against her. She pulled back slightly, her eyes widening. Izuku's facial structure was indeed softer, his eyes larger and more expressive. His lashes were longer, framing his beautiful pupils.

"Mom?" Izuku's voice was tinged with uncertainty.

Inko extended her hand, inhaling sharply before placing it on his chest. "Mom?!"

Soft. Too soft. TWO soft. Inko's mind raced. This confirmed her suspicion. "Izuku, dear," she began carefully, "I think you are…a girl…"

"What?!" Izuku deadpanned, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. "You're joking, right?"

"Well," Inko faked a cough, trying to gather her thoughts. "I'm not completely sure but…" She grabbed Izuku's shoulders gently, looking him in the eyes. "I think there's one way to find out."

"What do…oh, no." Izuku's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Come on now, I am your mother, no need to be shy."

"I am not stripping my clothes, Mom!"

"Yes, you are."

Inko sighed, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She knew it was necessary, but it didn't make it any easier. "Izuku, this will only take a moment," she said softly, trying to keep her voice calm.

Izuku gulped, his face burning with embarrassment. "Mom, please, can't we just—"

But Inko was already moving. She gently pulled up the skirt, the delicate fabric rustling softly. Bending down on her knees, she tugged down the underwear. Izuku stood there, trembling, his face a deep shade of red, his eyes squeezed shut.

And there it was. Or rather, there it wasn't. Where Izuku Junior should have been, there was Ms. Izuku instead. Inko's breath hitched, and she sat back on her heels, her mind racing.

"Izuku," she began, her voice gentle yet firm. "There's no easy way to say this, but it seems like... you've turned into a girl."

Izuku's eyes flew open, wide with disbelief. "What? No, that can't be true!" He shook his head vigorously, but there was a note of desperation in his voice.

"Sweetie, I know it's a lot to take in, but—"

"No!" Izuku cried, her voice cracking. She reached down, his hand trembling, and hesitantly touched where Izuku Junior should have been. The truth hit her like a freight train. Her hand dropped, and he began to sob, tears streaming down her face.

Inko gathered him into her arms, holding her tightly. "It's going to be okay, Izuku," she murmured, rocking her gently. "We'll figure this out."

Izuku buried her face in her shoulder, her body shaking with sobs. "Why, Mom? Why did this happen to me?" she choked out between sobs.

"I don't know, sweetheart," Inko whispered, her own eyes filling with tears. "But we'll find out. And no matter what, I'm here for you. Always."

They stayed like that for a long time, Inko holding her child as the weight of this new reality settled in.

Inko took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "Alright, Izuku. Let's get back to dinner."

"I don't want to eat dinner, mom."

"Yes you are. And you better eat those peaches," she said, attempting to sound cheerful.

Izuku sniffled, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "Mom, I really don't want to eat the peach," she mumbled.

Just as she spoke, a bright light enveloped Izuku, filling the room with a dazzling glow. Inko shielded her eyes, squinting through the brilliance. Within seconds, the light faded, and there stood Izuku, back in his regular clothes.

"I'm a boy again!" he exclaimed, looking down at himself in astonishment.

Inko's eyes widened in surprise "So it wasn't permanent... and the word 'peach' is the activation catchphrase," she mused aloud.

Izuku blinked, still trying to process everything. "Wait, you mean if I say the word, I turn into a girl? And if I say it again, I turn back?"

Inko nodded, her smile growing. "It seems that way. We'll have to test it to be sure, but it looks like your quirk is activated by the word 'peach.'"

Izuku felt a mix of relief and confusion. "Well, that's... something. At least I can change back and forth."

Inko placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "We'll figure this out together, Izuku, okay?"

Izuku nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Okay, Mom." He sat back down at the table, feeling a strange sense of hope. This quirk might be unusual, but perhaps, he could still find a way to be a hero.

After finishing their dinner, Izuku and his mother settled into the drawing room, where the cozy ambiance was a stark contrast to the tumultuous events of the day. The evening air was serene, carrying the faint hum of the city outside. A soft breeze rustled the curtains, and the distant sounds of traffic and occasional laughter from passersby drifted in through the open window. Inko's face was a mixture of concern and curiosity as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself for the conversation ahead. She turned to her son, her eyes filled with both worry and hope.

"Izuku, dear," she said gently, her voice trembling slightly, "I want you to say the word... peach."

Izuku looked at his mother, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Peach? Again, mom?" He could see the earnestness in her eyes, though, so he relented. "Alright, Mom." He cleared his throat, feeling a bit silly, and hesitantly said, "Peach."

Instantly, a bright light enveloped him, swirling around his body with a magical shimmer. He could feel the transformation happening again, his clothes changing, his body morphing. When the light faded, Izuku stood there as the petite girl he had become earlier. Her frilly purple dress with golden lines shimmered under the room's soft lighting, and her long, purple hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She couldn't help but squeal in delight, twirling around to see the dress flare out. Her eyes were wide with excitement, sparkling like amethysts.

Inko frowned, noting the girly reaction. Izuku was acting strange when transformed. She shouldn't say bluntly that this is a u…not suitable hero quirk. Perhaps… She placed a hand on her hip and gave Izuku a stern look. "Izuku, calm down, dear. Sit back down," she said, gesturing to the couch with a mix of amusement and concern.

Izuku plopped down, still brimming with excitement. "This is amazing, Mom! I mean, look at me!" She giggled, her voice higher and more melodic than before. "What a quirk!"

Inko sat beside her, her expression turning serious. She needed to understand this new development fully. "Izuku, do you feel anything strange with your body?"

Izuku blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. She looked down at her hands, which were smaller and more delicate now. "Um, well, everything feels different now," she admitted hesitantly. "But... it's just... my whole body is different." She squirmed a little, still getting used to the new sensations.

Inko nodded, realizing she needed to be more specific. "I understand that, but I'm asking if you feel any power inside you, other than the transformation itself. Do you feel stronger, or maybe like you can do something special?"

Izuku blinked, confusion washing over her face. She tilted her head slightly, trying to grasp what her mother was getting at. "Why would you think something like that, Mom?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Inko sighed, searching for the right words. She had a hunch, but it was hard to explain. "For some reason, looking at you now reminds me of those Magical Girl shows."

Izuku's eyes lit up with recognition. "Magical Girl? Mahō Shojō?! That was a famous genre for anime and manga in the pre-quirk era, right?" Her excitement was palpable, and she leaned in closer, eager to hear more.

Inko nodded. "Yes, it was. Those girls didn't just transform; they had powers, too. They could do incredible things once they transformed. Maybe you have something like that?"

Izuku stood up, her curiosity piqued. She extended her hand towards the watermelon on the table, her mind racing with possibilities. Concentrating hard, she tried to make it explode, or move, or do anything. Nothing happened. She frowned, moving on to the next object, a vase on the mantel. Still nothing. She tried a pillow, a book, and even a lamp, each attempt growing more desperate and more disheartening as nothing happened. Each failure felt like a small stab to her heart, chipping away at her newfound excitement.

She cleared her throat and dramatically said, "Divine Lightning!" Nothing. "Fireball!" Nothing. "Ice spear!" Nothing. She continued…

Finally, she slumped back on the couch, feeling utterly defeated. Her shoulders sagged, and her head hung low. "I'm such a Deku," she mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. "I have a quirk but it does nothing but change me into a girl. How can I be a hero with this?" Her voice cracked, and she wiped at her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Inko moved closer, trying to cheer her up. She placed a comforting hand on Izuku's shoulder and smiled warmly. "Izuku, dear, you look absolutely stunning. You could be an excellent model, or maybe an actress, or an idol. You have a unique look that people would love."

Izuku shook her head, the sadness still evident in her eyes. "But Mom, I'm a boy," she said softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "I don't want to be just a pretty face. I want to be a hero."

Just then, a knock came at the door. Izuku, lost in her thoughts, walked to the door absentmindedly. She reached for the handle and, without thinking, pulled the entire door out of its frame with a loud crunch. She stood there, the door hanging in her hand, a look of sheer shock on her face.

Oops.

Standing outside was a boy with striking features. His hair was a mix of white and red on two sides, his eyes sharp and intense. He wore a plain T-shirt and jeans, but there was something commanding about his presence, something that made him stand out even in such simple attire.

Ignoring the fact that the strangely dressed girl had just pulled the door off its hinges, he asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Mr. Yamamoto, the wristwatch maker, lives?"

Izuku blinked, trying to regain her composure. "Um, yes, he lives two blocks down, to the left. You'll see his shop with the big clock sign," she managed to say, her voice shaky.

The boy nodded. "Thank you." He started to walk away but turned back for a moment. "You should probably fix your door," he added before continuing down the street. "It's unsafe to have a broken door at late hours."

Izuku blushed, her face turning bright red. She turned back to her mother, who was standing in the hallway, eyes wide with astonishment.

"Honey..." Inko said, her voice trembling slightly. "Did you just pull the door off its frame?"

"Mom?!" Izuku exclaimed, realization dawning on her. "I h-have s-super strength!"

In a burst of excitement, she jumped at her mother, hugging her tightly. "Can I be a hero now?" she asked, her voice filled with hope and joy.

Inko hugged her back, tears of joy in her eyes. "Yes, dear," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, you can."

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Author Note: Unlike my most genderbending stories, this will be…unique— well, all of my stories are unique.

Now! What powers shall Izuku have? What's her hero name? How do you want this story to proceed? Who's going to be her nemesis? I want you guys to tell me what do you want in the review section.

The bracelet is made by a certain GENIUS who made some of the deadliest devices in the universe. There's a hint in this story… Tell me who it is!

Till next time!