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Mirror, Mirror (ANDREW - AKKO TWINNING)
Andrew! Andrew! Come look at this, it’s a pretty cool room too, right!?” Atsuko ‘Akko’ Kagari waved a slender arm enthusiastically through one of the many doorways in Luna Nova Academy. Luna Nova was a school for aspiring witches, and while Akko wasn’t exactly the shining example of a witch from a societal point of view, she’d certainly left her mark over the course of her first year.
You know, Akko, I’m almost certain you said that about the last classroom as well.” With a dejected sigh a young man wandered into the room after his tour guide, giving Akko a gentle shove to get her through the door. He’d agreed to come see the school before their final exams began simply to entertain her, but he hadn’t been expecting the world’s most mind-numbing classroom tour. He had plenty to do as a student and the Viscount of Appleton, if Akko really wanted to fulfill the promise of the ‘best tour of
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Bonnie was a small girl that bore a striking familial resemblance to her older brother. They were both blonde with blue eyes, though the sister was about half the size of her brother with her hair tied up to the side. “
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Andrew! Andrew! Come look at this, it’s a pretty cool room too, right!?” Atsuko ‘Akko’ Kagari waved a slender arm enthusiastically through one of the many doorways in Luna Nova Academy. Luna Nova was a school for aspiring witches, and while Akko wasn’t exactly the shining example of a witch from a societal point of view, she’d certainly left her mark over the course of her first year.

You know, Akko, I’m almost certain you said that about the last classroom as well.” With a dejected sigh a young man wandered into the room after his tour guide, giving Akko a gentle shove to get her through the door. He’d agreed to come see the school before their final exams began simply to entertain her, but he hadn’t been expecting the world’s most mind-numbing classroom tour. He had plenty to do as a student and the Viscount of Appleton, if Akko really wanted to fulfill the promise of the ‘best tour of Luna Nova ever held!’ she really had some work to do.

Immediately after he’d pushed the smaller brunette into the classroom she’d run up to the front by the room and began scribbling on the chalkboard, completely oblivious to an object behind the teacher’s desk covered by a black sheet. “You know Andrew I don’t get the feeling you’re really having fun!” She continued doodling, reaching up as high as she could with her tiptoes to put the finishing touches on a giant smilie face.

Resting a hand on his hip, Andrew Hanbridge let forth a dejected sigh. “This just isn’t what I had in mind when you offered to show me around. This is a school for witches, right? Every other time I’ve been here I’ve been shown, well… more than classrooms.” As he spoke he wandered over to the black blanket that hung over something nearly twice his size. In his mind he thought: if whatever was behind this blanket was truly that important it wouldn’t be hiding in a classroom. And so looking to spice up the tour a little, he yanked it off with a single pull to reveal his own reflection. The blanket had been concealing a giant mirror that looked to have been fashioned from the entire trunk of a tree, complete with branches sticking out of the sides.

Had Akko bothered turning around to look at Andrew before she spoke she might have had the common sense to reconsider what she said next (she probably wouldn’t have), but her face still to the blackboard she could only speak ignorantly. “If you thought more like me you wouldn’t think this is boring. This is my home! I love everything about Luna Nova!” Andrew could only give a snarky glance back at the girl, but looking away from the mirror for but a second was enough time for his reflection to behave a little strangely. For just a moment it flickered, replaced by the reflection of the girl behind him.

Well it’s a shame I’m not you, isn’t it? Unlike you I’ve got plenty to worry about as a Viscount.” Plenty of boring, boring work. If only he could frolic around like a witch every day, maybe his life would be a little more interesting?

Having finally pulled herself away from the chalkboard, Akko raised a brow at the uncovered mirror. “How did that get uncovered? We should probably cover it back up before something bad happens.” It was only natural that Akko knew of the mirror’s nature, she’d fallen victim to it once. She’d never forget the short time she’d spent in Diana Cavendish’s image - mostly because she’d gotten into so much trouble. She practically skipped over and gestured to Andrew to take one side of the blanket while she took the other, and within moments it was covered up again.

Andrew could only wonder if he’d done something wrong by uncovering it in the first place. Not one to shy away from his own mistakes, he went to speak an apology but found that no sound would come from his mouth. He stood there for a moment, trying to choke out at least a word, Atsuko looking dumbfounded as she tried to figure out what he was doing. “Uh… Andrew? Something wrong?” He could only nod furiously before pointing at his throat.

Unbeknownst to him it was all according to plan. Not his plan, nor Akko’s, but rather the mischievous nature of the mirror that had placed him unknowingly under a spell. It was a simple spell that was eating at his physical existence. He, of course, didn’t notice as the fingers on his hands began to slim and shorten. His nails were usually kept trim and proper as his presentation as a Viscount was of the utmost important, but they’d instead distorted to become unkempt and frayed, like the nails of a child that often played using their hands without a single care in the word for how they looked after.

Since she was trying to figure out what was wrong with Andrew’s voice, Akko hadn’t quite noticed everything that was happening in regards to his height. Andrew was a young man that wasn’t much older than the sixteen year old Atsuko, but he had about five to six inches of height compared to her. Normally. With each passing moment that gap shrunk.

Um!” Still thinking on the man’s loss of voice, a million spells ran through Akko’s mind. There had to be something that could help with this, right? “Ennor Fiendennor!” Waving her wand, she recited a spell she’d heard Diana use to once dispel a curse, thinking that was what this was. The only problem was this: Akko wasn’t a great witch. She had things she was good at, but when it came to spells she’d never practiced they almost always had a chance of going awry.

At the very least the ‘returning something to its normal state’ aspect of the spell’s effect had remained in tact. “Akko?” Andrew was finally able to speak again, but ultimately made a few more noises in an attempt to clear his throat as it sounded… wrong. It was too high. Closer to the voice of the girl in front of him than his own. “Great, you did something weird to me again didn’t you?

What!? No! Or, well… not intentionally?” Not that it was ever intentional. “H-Hey, Andrew? Were your eyes always that colour?” She stepped up to him very quickly, the fact that she was eye level with him still not registering as she stared into his confused eyes. “They’re usually blue, right? They’re red now.

Now at the point it becomes imperative to explain the two spells that had been cast and the effects they were having on poor Andrew. The mirror had registered the boy’s discontent with Akko and, looking to give him some perspective, had placed a spell on him to give him the girl’s form much like Akko had been given Diana’s in the past. But Akko had cast a spell to dispel a curse that both didn’t exist, and was casted incorrectly. The magic she casted was seeking to ‘return Andrew to his normal state’, which thanks to the mirror’s spell was not that of Andrew Hanbridge.

 

You can see where this is going.

 

Andrew was doing his best to remain composed as Akko got in his face and pointed out his eyes were a different colour. He tried to remain calm in the face of magic of the likes he couldn’t understand. And yet while he would be able to usual do just that even in such bizarre circumstances, a burst of panic was articulated with a “What did you do, Akko!?”. Even Akko herself blinked in surprise, not used to so much raw emotion escaping his lips. “I… I mean, you can fix it, right?” He caught himself. What was that?

While Andrew had shrunk, his body had otherwise remained relatively normal aside from his hands until now. His clothes had been shrinking along with him, helping to preserve his ignorance, but it became more difficult to ignore the physical changes as they began to affect the looseness of her attire. Beneath the blue legs of his pants his muscle mass was slowly being shredded away, leg hair thinning and for the most part disappearing all together as the skin softened.

Akko was only sixteen and wasn’t exactly a shapely young women, yet as his thighs lost their usual muscle mass they did plump in slight, giving him the legs of a fair young lady. Shoes clamped down painlessly on his feet as his toes fell victim to the spell as well.

Hey! Is something wrong with my legs!?” The Viscount spat his question out without any reservation, his mental capacity to withhold speaking his thoughts eroding more and more with every passing moment. He reached down to pull his pant legs up and yet found he couldn’t as the material from his pants and shoes had merged at the seams. Yet like a snake the material around his thighs began to slink down and expose his soft upper legs, giving him the tall boots of the Luna Nova uniform on his legs.

Small and unfamiliar hands ran up and down the thighs energetically, feeling just how soft them were as he looked to Akko and then back at his legs. “Um… Andrew?” Akko had an idea what was happening now, and it was becoming more apparent in his face. While Andrew was a European, his facial features were seeming more and more Asian. His nose shrunk, his lips became smaller yet poutier, and while his eyes seemed bigger and brighter they had taken on a distinctly Japanese shape. The shape of Akko’s own.

But Andrew didn’t reply. “Andrew?” She repeated it.

It took the victim a moment to realize his name was being spoken to him if only because he was disassociating from his own name. “Oh, uh, yeah!” The reserved confidence Andrew usually spoke with was basically gone now, replaced with an energetic uncertainty as he pulled his eyes up to look at who was speaking. Akko was so lucky. She was able to attend Luna Nova as a witch, living her life doing something she really loved. He really loved magic too! So he was a little jealous. There was nothing magical about politics.

His upper body was next to change as toned abs were absorbed by the ever-growing softness that was quickly consuming his entire form. The changes from his hands crept up his arms and shrunk his shoulders, his stomach pinching inwards with slight as he looked more and more like a girl that was slowly blossoming. And finally his chest grew, just enough to suggest that he truly was a girl.

 

And the final biological change occurred painlessly to make it official.

 

Her jacket shifted as the bottom puffed out to take the form of a skirt as the sleeves grew puffy and a red belt found itself around her waste. Beneath, an undershirt became a blouse that was rather unkempt due to her absence of willingness to put on her uniform properly.

The real Akko felt flabbergasted for a moment. Andrew was basically gone now, a girl before him in his place with her entire appearance aside from the hair. This was wrong. This was completely wrong! She reached out to touch him to make sure it was all real, and yet the thought washed away as she suddenly found herself putting a witch’s hat identical to her own upon the new girl’s head.

Beneath the hat her hair grew and kept growing until it was halfway down her back. Bangs followed suit, ultimately swept to the left. But the most drastic changes happened to her mind.

Why was she jealous of Akko? She went to school at Luna Nova as well! Stuffy things like being a Viscount? That was the kind of stuff Andrew did, why was she thinking about them? After all, why would she be jealous of herself?

HUH!? Did I split myself in two!?” The Akko that had witnessed the whole transformation had become an accomplice in ignorance to it happening at all as her spell had also made things ‘normal’ with her own mind. Memories of Andrew visiting had all but vanished, instead she’d suddenly perceived the events as ‘casting a spell to clone herself’.

Looks like it! This isn’t really a bad thing though, is it?

Nah, I guess not. I mean! You could go to class and I could take a nap!

Only if we switch for the period after!

Fine!

Hand in hand the two Akkos ran out of the classroom towards the dorms. They’d have to explain what had happened to Sucy and Lotte, but as long as it wasn’t dangerous they wouldn’t mind.

Probably.

Mirror, Mirror (ANDREW - AKKO TWINNING)
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Andrew gets a little more than he bargained for after Akko invites him on a tour of Luna Nova. A little Little Witch Academia piece.
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I've finally decided and filled up my request list for the rest of the month. I'm not sure if I'll open one in July or if I'll be looking at a different model for writing content, but I know once the requests are caught up I'll be doing one or two self indulgent pieces. Please don't send me anymore requests for the time being and I'm sorry if yours wasn't chosen!

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Hey guys!

As you've noticed I've already done a couple of the requests for this month. I'll be picking the rest based on what interests me from what is sent in, though while some of the requests that have been sent are very interesting, too much content is being requested for stories I'm looking to keep to a 1000-3000 word limit. In regards to those requests: I may send a follow up Note if I choose to write them to have you narrow the scope of the request so that it isn't too excessive. I'm still accepting requests via Note, however please make sure not to send one unless you're 100% sure of your request and please be as detailed as you can if you'd like anything specific! There have been some unfortunate miscommunications over the past few days.

In the meantime I'm exploring ways to take something I love (writing TF content) and to turn it into a way to bring at least a little bit of income in to help with living expenses my job can't cover. Commissions are one idea, but if anyone else has any other ideas feel free to shoot them to me! I'm not very savvy on the best way to get content out there these days.

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Kurosaki Ichigo was a regular, fifteen year old boy. Well, regular in the sense that he had the ability to transform into a Shinigami and wield supernatural powers for the sake of maintaining balance between the living world, Soul Society, and the land of the Hollows known as Hueco Mundo. You know, a totally normal fifteen year old. But outside of all that he was a normal Japanese teenager. He had school, and he of course enjoyed wasting his free time whenever he could. Some days you just wanted to chill out in your bedroom listening to music on your discman. Other days a gateway to the Senkaimon opened up and a hand pulled you in. It was hit or miss with kids these days and their wacky hobbies.

 

As much as he’d intended on using his after school time to take a breather, staring up blankly at a gigantic pair of breasts was an unfortunate substitute for the kind of relaxation he’d been intending. “What the hell!? Get those outta my face!” Ever the virgin, beet-red he rolled over on the ground 180 degrees so that his orange eyes could stare up at the bright blue sky of the Soul Society, feeling his Shinigami uniform atop his body. “So, what happened? Why’d you bring me here? I have homework to do you know!” He knew full well the owner of the chest that had tugged him here, she certainly wasn’t beyond doing something as inappropriate as kidnapping him for the sake of fulfilling a personal desire of hers.

 

Doing homework? You were just laying there weren’t you? You looked like you were falling asleep!” Clearly not waived by the boy’s excuses, Matsumoto Rangiku rested her hands upon the hips of her Shihakushou, stepping over to where Ichigo had rolled and leaning down so that her face and other assets were only a few inches from his own.

 

Erm…

 

Actually I need a favour. It’s something I can’t use anyone in Soul Society for, so you’ll have to do.” While she was explaining the nature of her favour her right hand crept skillfully into the cleavage of her dangling bosom before pulling out a small, pale pink object that almost looked like a gummy bear. “Eat this.

 

Ichigo hung his mouth agape with confusion for a single moment - is this all she wanted? To test a snack? - but that moment was all that was needed for perfectly manicured nails to shove the snack into the back of his throat which forced him to swallow. He coughed violently. “Ack! What the hell, Rangiku!? Don’t go feeding me weird crap!” Hands pushing his upper body off the ground, he watched her withdraw with a mischievous smirk upon her lips, taking a few steps back as she watched the younger boy climb up to his two feet for the first time since arriving.

 

Hey~! It’s not weird! I’ll have you know I bought that from Urahara! It wasn’t cheap either!” Rangiku had been tapping the top of her right breast since the moment he’d swallowed the gummy. “Eight… Nine… Ten… Hey! Ichigo~! What do you think of when you look at me?

 

Ichigo had a bad feeling about all this. Eating something bought at Urahara’s shop without having the foggiest what it was inspired anxiety to grip his chest. “The hell kind of question is that? I’ve told you before that you can’t just hit on me to get crap from me right?

 

      “So you’re saying you think I’m the type of person that flirts a lot?

 

Yeah I am. You do it all the time! And you’re always carrying yourself like you know it too! Have a little shame once and a while why don’t you!?” A chill ran down the boy’s spine and caused his right eye to twitch once. It wasn’t abnormal for the human body to have such randomized experiences so he didn’t think too hard on it, but Matsumoto was counting on that. Ichigo hadn’t noticed that since those words were uttered his body language had become very different, resting a hand on his hip which he jutted out to the side. Of course he had nothing to show off by doing so… yet.

 

What about what kind of girl I am? Am I shy about my opinions?

 

This was a trap question. Now that she knew the gummy was working as advertised she could begin to manipulate the conversation’s flow. “No way in hell you are! You’re always commenting on the appearances of others aloud and even touching the other girls without their permission! You aren’t shy about anything.” Ichigo was still wondering what was up with these questions but they didn’t seem harmless. If Rangiku wanted feedback on her personality he’d be happy to oblige since she’d been such a pain in his ass in the past.

 

Hmhm~. I see! So when you look at me, what stands out most?

 

The teenaged boy in Ichigo knew what not to say here. He couldn’t accuse her of being shameless and then acknowledge what stood out most to him about her appearance was her gigantic chest. “Your hair, I guess? You have a lot of it and you look like you take good care of it.” Under normal circumstance Ichigo would have merely stopped with ‘your hair’ and called it a day, yet changes to his mind had turned of his more reserved personality and made him about as opinionative as the woman in front of him.

 

Mention of her hair provoked the first of the physical changes to Ichigo’s body. The two shared a similar hair colour, yet from the roots it began to grow out in a slightly lighter shade of orange. He didn’t noticed at first, but once stands began to fall into his field of vision Ichigo was quickly to reach up. “The hell’s going on here? Is this because of that thing you fed me!?” It continued to grow as Rangiku shrugged dismissively, become soft and lustrous, well-cared for as Ichigo had described. “You didn’t feed me something that grows hair out did you? It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to cut this later… You better help me!

 

Oh, I will!” Smirking again, Rangiku closed the gap between the two of them once more and ran her fingers through the boy’s hair. It was perfect, a replica of her own. He wouldn’t be able to tell without seeing his reflection however.

 

Cut it out! I don’t want those well-manicured hands all over my head!” A question wasn’t even needed this time, just as planned as Ichigo slapped her hands away. She had more for if he was being disobedient, but if he was just going to out and say these things on her own it made this whole process a lot easier. She had limited time to get this all done after all. She was glad her earlier question had made his comments far more descriptive.

 

A chill ran down Ichigo’s spine once more, this time as a burning sensation took his hands under its flame. “What’s happening now!?” He held his hands out in front of his face as if he were looking at a brand new manicure, and while his nails lengthened, and became pinker and cleaner, his fingers seemed to narrow and the skin upon his hands softened. He was about to mouth off another confused query, but Rangiku herself took it upon herself to provoke a separate change as she walked up with a sultry sway and pushed her chest into Ichigo’s. “Could you get your gigantic tits out of my hands!?” Perhaps not the most sensible thing to say, but it was enough to trigger what the woman intended.

 

Mention her hair, hair grows.
Mention her hands, hands change.

Ichigo wasn’t an idiot, he was starting to piece it together. But it was too little too late by the time he’d realized what he’d just said. “Wait, WAITWAITWAIT!” The warmth he’d felt in his hands had swam to his nipples, which beneath his Shinigami uniform were beginning to feel rather puffy. By this point he’d already began to become involuntarily aroused. His new hands reached up to claw at his chest, their previous transformation forgotten as the shock of feeling his pecs begin to swell. It wasn’t long before the clawing became cupping as his chest pressed up against the fabric of his uniform, tempting the fold from unfolding and giving a view of his bare skin.

 

His breathing became heavy as they grew and grew. A-cup, to B-cup, to C-cup. Between breaths he could only muster a sharp expletive that made Rangiku giggle. It didn’t take much for the fold of his hakama to be pushed upon by burgeoning flesh that pushed against Ichigo’s hands. Try as he might he could not contain them with his manicured fingers and the velocity at which they were ballooning caused a hand to slip and reveal his entire right breast, bouncing merrily in all its glory as it reached its JJ cup pinnacle.

 

Rangiku couldn’t help but take advantage of it and give the exposed nipple a twirk, which elicited a moan and an off-handed remark from Ichigo. “Cut it out you old cow! I get what you’re doing now so it’s not going to work anymore! Change me back!

 

Do you get it? I don’t think you do.” It was true. Even if he’d meant it as an insult, bringing up her age was enough to trigger an acceleration in his physical growth. Rangiku was a woman that appeared to be in her twenties, and quickly his physical features accelerate to match as, unbeknownst to him, Ichigo grew a little taller.

 

It had given Ichigo a chance to fix his hakama however, pulling the right side back over to hide his nipple but left his cleavage fully exposed. With a little adjustment he could have covered it all, yet for some reason he was comfortable with the exposure. He wasn’t really sure what to do. Run away looking like someone had stuck his face and lower body on a Rangiku doll? He could only really do one thing, and it was something he’d already done: demand she fix it. He opened his mouth to speak again but she was quick to cut him off.

 

Are you going to ask me to change you back? Sorry~! I feel a little bad, but I really need you to do this favor for me. You’ve caught on to how it work right? Unfortunately even though you know, you can’t stop it at this point.” The gummy had been designed with a suggestive measure that would force the one to consume it to respond to everything asked of them after all.

  

Am I a man or a woman? What makes you think I’m a woman?

 

This question was a very specific one, and one Ichigo didn’t want to answer. But lo and behold he was incapable of not responding as his mouth moved on it’s own. “You’re a woman of course. Well your sultry voice to start--” He coughed as his pitch quickly changed while he spoke, mimicking the sultry tone he’d just described. “Plus you have those big hips, that tight stomach, and that huge ass.” His verbiage had already been altered too much by one of Rangiku’s earlier traps, much to his chagrin.

 

The burning focused quickly on his lower body, starting on his stomach which seemed to crunch inwards beneath his hakama as it flattened while retaining the stomach tone of a woman that made a point to work out. Thighs began to thicken as a pressure built in his ass. What was usually firm began to bubble outwards, all the shifting in his below area causing him to fumble and fall on an butt that was becoming increasingly full like a pillow. “NO! NO! NO! NO!” Still on his ass, it was a panicked reaction that caused him to shout out and reach for where his dick was. The hakama didn’t exactly give him the reach to grab it, but he could feel it folding inwards until all that was left was a pussy that was freshly moist from all of the changes. To say it felt foreign was an understatement. “This shit has gone too far, Rangiku! Stop it now!” He was on the verge of tears.

 

Hmm… Nope! And stop using my voice to talk like that! How do I talk?

     

UGH. Ichigo’s mind screamed. “You always talk like you don’t care about much. I’ve never really heard you swear unless you were mad, and you like to mix in innuendos from time to time.” ‘She’ answered as she stood back up, feeling a familiar numbness in her mind as she rested on hip upon her hip and the other beneath her chest.

 

Rangiku could only snicker as she watched what was basically a copy of her standing with Kurosaki Ichigo’s face and clothes. She supposed it was time to end this charade. “Okay, okay, before you cry I’ll put you out of your misery. Honestly? I’ve just been looking for someone to do the stuff I don’t want to. Go to meetings, go out with guys I don’t really like. A body double, kinda. I couldn’t really use anyone from Soul Society since if they went missing people would look, right~? And Urahara had the perfect product to help me do it! 

 

Ichigo couldn’t believe his ears. All of this for such a stupid idea? Because she was LAZY? Well… it was a good plan. He was lazy too. Wait… he was, but in the same way she was? He felt like it had been different at some point, but everything that had affected his mind was beginning to skew his memories. “People are going to think I’m missing too! I’m important to Soul Society.

 

Yes, you are. What’s my name and rank?

 

Matsumoto Rangiku, Lieutenant of the 10th Division.

 

            “Right, so why are you important to Soul Society?”

 

I’m Matsumoto Rangiku, Lieutenant of the 10th Division.” The name ‘Ichigo’ was still ever present, and yet this new identity had began to push back against his own.

 

So right now, what do I have that you don’t?

 

A beautiful face with luscious, kissable lips and a beauty mark. A shorter but adorable height of 172cm, and shapely legs that really get the boys going.” As if Ichigo was mouthing off a transformation checklist his mind calculated what was different. Her height began to drop until she was nine centimeters shorter, her face softening as a mole appeared on the right, right below lips that suddenly began to thicken until they were as luscious as a mature woman. Legs, in the meantime, softened and lost their hairs just as the rest of her body had during the transformation. Toned by exercise yet still soft to the touch, they were ideal.

 

And then a final burn shot through ‘Ichigo’s body as everything was finalized. The time limit for the gummy’s effectiveness had worn out, which meant the very last change had occurred. It effective erased the old identity of ‘Ichigo’ and replaced it with that of ‘Rangiku’.

 

Matsumoto Rangiku’s body double stood at the Senkaimon gate a moment later, blinking. She was confused. Why had she come there? She felt exhausted and wanted to take a nap, but she quickly recalled something: she had a meeting with her captain soon right? Hitsugaya would be mad, but if she didn’t attend the real Rangiku would be madder. Groaning allowed she activated her Shunpo and made her way to the barracks. Stopping upon arrival, she felt hungry eyes upon her. A young man in her division. Well, she was rather hungry. Leaning in, ‘Matsumoto Rangiku’ allowed her bosom to bounce once with a sudden jolt of her torso. “Hey there. Could you ready a bottle of sake for after my meeting with the captain? You’re pretty cute, so maybe we could talk a while?

 

She didn’t know when she was created or why, but rather she could only remember that her whole life she had been Rangiku’s shadow. She attended the things Rangiku didn’t want to, spent time with the people she wanted to avoid. The two were identical right down to their tastes in men and sake. And yet despite not having answers, that carefree part of personality alleviated any concerns. It was fine like this, right?

 

But would she ever meet this Kurosaki Ichigo she spoke of from time to time?

4 JJs Are Better Than Two (ICHIGO - RANGIKU TG)
The second the requests that were sent!

This time Kurosaki Ichigo from BLEACH gets a new life thanks to one lazy Rangiku and one bad Urahara Shop product!

This request was sent in by apsm!
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It was a stormy day in Lumiose City. Dark clouds hung over the cityscape, the peak of Prism Tower obscured by a low hanging ceiling as the threat of a torrential downpour hung over each and every resident that scrambled around to do their business before they were soaked. Among the citizens that were in a hurry were a pair of blonde siblings. The first and older of the two, Clemont, was running along the edge of Prism Tower with a familiar backpack in tow. He stopped before a rather sizable generator -- one of the many wired to Prism Tower to take advantage of the structure’s ability to act as a lightning rod. “Hmm… Bonnie! Could you pass me the device?” Adjusting his glasses, the brother looked behind him towards his younger sister.

Bonnie was a small girl that bore a striking familial resemblance to her older brother. They were both blonde with blue eyes, though the sister was about half the size of her brother with her hair tied up to the side. “Gotcha!” With her usual enthusiasm she ran up behind Clemont and unzipped a back pocket on his bag, tugging out a small object no larger than a baseball before hopping around her brother and putting it in his hand. “So what’s this gonna do again?

Clemont was infamous for his scientific endeavors. Or rather, infamous for them going wrong. He had his successes of course but there could be no success without failures. “Well, in theory we should be able to replicate energy from the generator which would be AMAZING because we could effectively create more power from existing power without actually using any. Like I said though, in theory.” The small ball wasn’t meant to hold a lot of energy, rather just enough to prove his theory was correct. He’d received some interesting parts from Kanto and had wanted to give it a go to at least see if his theory had any merit.

But there are always risks when it comes to experimenting with the unknown. Even if you’re sure of what the outcome may be, any scientific experiment was wrought with variable factors that could influence the outcome. Always remain enthusiastic but expect the worst, or so they say.

Clemont had no sooner than attached the ball to the generator than a loud crack of lightning struck Prism Tower, shooting a surge of electricity through the linked generator that seemed to shock the boy rather painfully as the ball hit the ground and rolled to Bonnie’s feet. And Bonnie, with little concern for her brother’s health (this was the world of Pokemon after all, where electrocution was commonplace) picked the ball up. But upon contact it sent a mild shock through her body which she responded to with a pained squeak.

Bonnie?” A puff of black smoke spat out of Clemont’s mouth as he turned tiredly to look at his sister with a look of defeat. He’d have to chalk that failure up to weather conditions. “Hey, are you doing something different with your hair?” His blue eyes, though encased by a face that had been blackened from the electric shock, glanced down to his sister’s hair. Had it always been that disheveled? No, she’d definitely had it in her usual style when they’d come outside.

Wha--? Isn’t my hair as cute as it always is!?” Stuffing the ball in her pocket the girl reached up to pat her hair. She was always confident in her cuteness! She had to be! But even she was surprised to find that her usual hair style had come undone. It only took a slight touch to knock the hair clip off the side of her head, undoing both her front braid and side ponytail in the process. Her hair wasn’t as soft as it usually was nor was it as straight as it started to feel a little rougher and slightly curly. “That’s weird.

It wasn’t just her hair however. Clemont wasn’t sure at first, but after a moment it became more apparent that his little sister was getting taller. Her legs were beginning to elongate as her torso expanded. “My clothes feel weird…” was all she had to say about that as her brother came under the assumption that she was getting older right in front of his eyes. It was a fair assumption with how she was evenly growing.

He would quickly realize he had to change his opinion on what was happening however. Her face was looking older as well, but it was beginning to bear a similar appearance to one he knew too well: because he looked at it in the mirror every day. Lashes became less prominent above her eyes, which likewise reshaped. “Ugh… My glasses. Where are my glasses?” Bonnie groaned, much to Clemont’s confusion. Her vision had begun to grow blurry.

Bonnie? You don’t wear glasses!

Yes I do, I’ve always worn them?” In the meantime Bonnie’s clothes had begun to grow along with her body. Her brown top and black leggings had fused at the seams as her white skirt had melted into them both, the colour of all three articles beginning to become a consistent blue. Sleeves and pant legs lengthened, covering up limbs that had become both larger and slightly more defined muscularly. Even her shoes transformed, becoming bigger and black in colour.

Bonnie reached into the pocket of her new pants without realizing they’d even changed, and within she touched the silver ball that had been the catalyst in this whole ordeal. Unknown to both of them it had replicated an energy: Clemont’s. And it was imposing it on Bonnie’s form, transforming her. Or, well, she was no longer a ‘her’ even if Bonnie herself hadn’t noticed.

Upon touching the ball it suddenly changed shape, becoming a pair of glasses that she pulled out and rested on the bridge of her now altered nose. “Huh? Who’re you? I’m pretty sure I don’t have a clone.” ‘Bonnie’s’ next words left Clemont flabbergasted.

What? You’re Bonnie! What even happened here-- Wait! Where is it!?” His eyes scanned the ground looking for the device. It had to be responsible, right!?

Bonnie? My sister? I’m clearly not, right? I’m Clemont!” The new Clemont spoke proudly and with certainty. It provoked a moment of anger from the real Clemont, who stormed over and reached for his new body double’s glasses.

No, you’re Bonnie!” But when he touched the glasses he was suddenly struck with an electric shock not unlike the one Bonnie had suffered earlier.

As thunder roared in the background, Clemont thought he’d heard his twin utter something. “Maybe you’re Bonnie.
Clemontcy (BONNIE - CLEMONT TWINNING F-M TG)
The first of the request stories for this month (which you can find more information on in my journal). Bonnie transforming into her brother Clemont of Pokemon fame as requested by Jamie260397

I left it open-ended to possibly do a Clemont-Bonnie transformation as well, but only if people are interested.
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I've finally decided and filled up my request list for the rest of the month. I'm not sure if I'll open one in July or if I'll be looking at a different model for writing content, but I know once the requests are caught up I'll be doing one or two self indulgent pieces. Please don't send me anymore requests for the time being and I'm sorry if yours wasn't chosen!

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Would you ever think about doing the Loli's Curse some more. There are a lot of people that would like to see some more of that story.
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