Worlds Collide

Indie, Multi-muse, Single-ship Ask/RP blog for many muses from many mediums. Be sure to check out the rules, muse list, and so on! Tracking: musesofb

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"Sometimes I wish I wasn't on so many teams..!" The swimmer laughed, "It leaves me barely anytime to hang out with people!"

[musesofb]

"Leave her alone you meanies!!"

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"A-all of my classmates are…are so amazing and full of…of worth and I’m just…just here, being pathetic. It’s s-so depressing…" 

[musesofb]

And cue a surprise Ibuki, gently kissing at the nurse's hand from a kneeling position. "Tsumiki-chan is amazing and beautiful..! She gave Ibuki a gift... And anyone here is super special awesome, cuz people have to be to even be able to come here~!" At that, the rocker girl stood up partially to hug Mikan tightly

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❃ from Ibuki~

1st person gets a rose

The nurse fidgeted nervously as she waited to spot the Light Music Club Member, one hand gently clutching a rose whilst the other pulled at her choppy, uneven locks. It’s not hard to spot the girl, with her multi colored hair and her bright outfit. She moves quickly—but not too quickly as she would likely trip and fall. “M-Mioda-san…!” The nurse calls out, waiting for the other girl to pause, hearing her voice being called. “I…I’m sorry to interrupt you, but…but I got you this.” The nurse offers the rose to the girl, a nervous smile on her lips. 

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[musesofb]

"Is this a gift for Ibuki..?" The rocker girl whispered, faint blush on her cheeks. She hadn't really received any gifts before... Everyone thought Ibuki was some happy-go-lucky girl with tons of friends since she always acted like that, but in truth, she was lonely, crushingly so... because of that first impression, most people didn't bother getting close to her, and most of the people who did try eventually got pushed away cuz they couldn't handle some of her more outrageous aspects, or they found her annoying... 

Ibuki quietly took the rose from the nurse, gazing at it. "..Tsumiki-chan's gonna make Ibuki fall for her at this rate.." She spoke up at last, letting out a light giggle. She didn't want to mope for too long, so she fell back into her usual teases... But as her laugh ended, a small genuine smile remained on her face. "Thank you Tsumiki-chan..!"

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Feeling Touko's hands willing her closer to him didn't surprise Aoi. When it came to these kinds of acts, the writer was very forward... Breaking the kiss for a moment, she exhaled again. With a glance down at his erect member, she moved closer as he wanted, running her hand up and down his thigh. The swimmer was practically in Touko's lap now, his 'friend' coming up right between them. Blushing darkly, she looked down, slowly, timidly touching it's head with her hand. 

"I-I..I'm not sure.. what to do, exactly..." She admitted, a bit embarrassed at her inexperience. When they were intimate before, it was a bit.. easier.. they were both girls, so she had at least an idea of what might feel good to Touko. But now, he was a boy... he said it was sensitive though, so she'd focus her attention there...

Wrapping her hand around the shaft now, she gripped it gently, moving her hand up and down juuust a little bit. "I-Is this right. T-Touko-chan..?"

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Try as she might, Aoi just couldn't stop stealing glances at Fukawa's 'friend'. It was.. fascinating? She couldn't deny that, deep down inside, she was curious about.. what it'd be like. The swimmer didn't know if this affliction was temporary, if Touko would remain a boy, or if he'd change back to normal... Either way, locked in her bedroom as they were, the thought was certainly tempting. "I-I..I kinda am.. curious, that is... Er..." 

Aoi frowned, hoping that the writer wouldn't be quick to damn her for being 'perverted'. She really wasn't..! It's just, after growing truly intimate with Touko, she wanted more of that... not just the sex, but the closeness, the warmth, everything about it... And this might be a one-time-only opportunity for the two of them... "..."

"I-I'm sorry Touko-chan.. I didn't mean for this to happen, b-but.. It's.. hard to resist..." She closed her eyes, exhaling hot breath as her blush intensified. Her heart started to race as she moved a bit closer to the writer, resting a hand on his unscarred thigh as she leaned in to kiss him, pressing her lips gently against his.

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  "B-but I don’t know where the shorts are…"

Huh? Fukawa watched intently as the swimmer removed her jacket, not-so-subtly eying the strong slope of her shoulders. The scars were definitely visible…but Touko had seen those before; knew where they were from. Asahina was still beautiful, but… why had she taken off her jacket? And why was she blushing? Was it because he was naked? No doubt Aoi had thoughts running straight from the gutter and into her brain…

Ah, no; no! She’d told him before not to think like that anymore, hadn’t she? Asahina didn’t like it when Touko accused her of being a pervert in the past. Biting his lip with uncertainty, the author looked down to the carpet, trying a little harder to hide his skin.

"….Ch-chan. I’m still… Touko-chan…"

The pink, soft blush on his face deepened as Aoi began her questions, guilt rising slowly. How was he supposed to explain what this felt like without touching upon sexual topics? Was it possible? Would Aoi get mad?

"Um…! I… Uh… It feels…"

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"'Sensitive'...? I don't-.. ..oh.. Oh!" Aoi's cheeks burned red at the implications therein, but not before she made a mental note. Touko-chan was still Touko-chan... even if it was a bit weird to call a boy that. In a moment of panic, she sprung out of bed to retrieve a pair of shorts for the writer, only to stumble and fall... right towards him. "Eek!" 

Aoi yelped, "T-Touko-chan, it's..!" and looked away, blushing fiercely. "I-I'm sorry for falling on you..!" She gasped, trying to steer the subject away from the 'elephant' in the room. 

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( . )( . ) [from Ran to Aoi... as compensation for earlier >_>;;]

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"S-sorry, did I interrupt something..?!" Aoi was quick to look away, faint blush tinging her cheeks. It didn't bother her too much, since they were both girls and all, but it had to be embarrassing for Ran... "I-I can get a sheet or something for you Hoshino-chan!"

[ghostwritersyo]

  Well…the swimmer was lying down now, staring at the ceiling. Touko held his stare on her for a while, but… it didn’t seem like she was about to get up to look anytime soon. If she wasn’t looking, it didn’t matter where he changed clothes, right? And the bathroom was full of mirrors… Out here, he wouldn’t have to view himself at all angles.

"…."

Slowly, Touko put down the clothes and began stripping, a feat that proved more difficult than previously imagined due to the clothing being far too small for his body now. He’d probably have to throw this uniform out once he changed back into a girl again.

Although he planned on trying to stay as quiet as possible, it was difficult not to make some strange noises as the too-tight articles came off - including the now-useless bra. Oh, that was strange… he really didn’t have a chest anymore. It was just smooth and flat… and not nearly as sensitive as it was before.

…Weird…

A strange blush worked over his features as Fukawa began to slide the last articles of clothing off - the skirt and underwear. For once, his scars were not the most interesting thing to be found in that particular region.

"He…heheheh…"

Was that big? For a boy? Touko had no idea; she’d never personally seen a real one before…

"O…oh! A-aoi-chan!"

Quickly, he hunched down and covered his exposed parts as best as he could - only with a single hand, though. The other, of course, had to cover the scars, more out of instinct than the desire to hide them from Asahina.

"I forgot! Th-the underwear… I… I c-can’t wear my old ones… I think…"

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Snapped out of her thoughts, Aoi perked up, making a small noise of confusion as she sat up to look at Touko. A blush instantly graced her cheeks. Oh no... there was a naked guy in her room. If someone saw this they'd get such bad ideas!! ..Wait, why was that an issue? She had already done that kind of stuff with the writer! ..of course that was back when she was a girl. This whole situation was just perplexing the poor swimmer.

"W-well yeah, I don't think a.. a... you-know-what would fit very well in a pair of panties...! Like I said, you can use some of my shorts for underwear until you can get some clothes of your own! A-ah.." Her blush deepened a bit and she looked away. Partially out of a need to find something to do to distract herself, Aoi removed her red jacket, tossing it aside and leaving her in her white tanktop. Of course, more of her scars were revealed, but... Touko had seen all of her before, so she felt comfortable about it.

Huffing, she looked over at the writer again, finally giving in to her curiosity. "Touko-cha-kun, um.. what does it feel like..? I-I mean, I couldn't imagine not having these.." She began, looking down at her own chest and pulling the collar of her tanktop out slightly, "a-and having something.. uh, down there. On top of all that, you don't have curves and stuff anymore so it must be taking a toll on your balance, right..?" 

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[ghostwritersyo]

  "…-Kun?…"

Touko wasn’t really sure how he felt about the name change, hurrying closely behind the athlete, walking strangely stiffly due to his awkward changes in anatomy. It wormed at his mind as he shuffled inside, palm sweating in the warmth of the girl’s hand, slightly grateful once she let go to sift through her closet. Did he…she… want to be a boy? To be called a boy?

"Um… u-underwear? I… uh…  gh-ghh…"

Now that she mentioned it, the underwear he had on certainly were tight. Maybe it would be easier to walk if he changed…

"I… If you want to offer m-me shorts to wear then I’m n-not going to argue against it…! Although… I d-don’t know if you’d like to have me w-wearing them w-with nothing underneath…"

It occured to Fukawa that he hadn’t gathered the nerve to check underneath his skirt to see what had appeared there yet - or even under his shirt, for that matter. He tentatively grabbed the clothing she held out.

"…Do you want me to change in the b-bathroom…?"

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Aoi blushed a bit at the question. The two had been intimate before, so it normally wouldn’t feel that awkward for one to change in front of the other… Fukawa was a boy now though, so it was a bit hard to say. Deciding to live and let live, the swimmer shrugged

"I don’t mind if you change here! You don’t have to though, so you can use the bathroom if you want." That was fair, right? Then again, she couldn’t help but feel something of a morbid curiosity regarding the situation… What would Touko’s body look like now? Ah well, she had already given the choice to the writer, so it was in his hands now. Closing her closet, Aoi walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it as she idly kicked her feet back and forth. With a stretch and a groan, she let herself fall back onto her bed with a thud, gazing up at the ceiling. That poem was still resounding in her head… should she read it out now, or wait for a different time..? Decisions, decisions…

[ghostwritersyo]

  ”!!!”

Fukawa blushed softly from the kiss, slightly surprised that Aoi was even able to reach his cheek - she looked so much shorter now. Oh, and the hug… the hug felt as good as always. Warm, comforting… and her chest pressed up against his clothes like pillows. Very nice…

"…Eh?!"

Skirt?! Was he…?! Slowly, the author looked down, cheeks burning with a different emotion entirely. He was still… still wearing the sailor outfit. What a stupid anon- no, he was stupid for not realizing it earlier!!!

"Ehe…hehe… I…

…I’M S-STILL IN MY SKIRT?!?!!! …I look like some filthy perv who stole some girl’s sailor outfit!!!! I’m g-going to get arrested!!!!”

Touko clung closer to the girl, now partially trying to hide himself from any prying eyes in the vicinity.

“I-IS YOUR ROOM CLOSE?!”

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"T-Touko-ch-kun, it's okay, relax..! I'm the only person around, and yes, my room is close." Aoi smiled and blushed a bit as the writer clung closer to her, and she reached up, patting his head. "Come on, let's get you changed!" At that, she slid her hands down along Touko's arms, taking his hand and walking down the hall. Not a minute later did she arrive to her room, opening the door and letting him flee inside before she followed, locking it just to be safe.

She traipsed over to her closet and dug around inside before producing a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. "Eheh, they're kinda plain, but they should fit! Hmmm, what else is in here.." She wondered as she dropped the articles of clothing and dug around a bit more, bending over as she did so. "Bras and panties, no... Tanktops, probably not... Shorts..? Noo, they're way too short... Hmm... Oh! Here!" Turning around, she held out a pair of track pants and a windbreaker jacket. "These should fit a lot better!" Aoi beamed, smiling to the writer. "Er.. I don't think I have any boys' underwear though, so you might have to keep your panties... Well, you could use a pair of my shorts! They're kinda like boxer briefs, so that'd work, right?"

[ghostwritersyo]

  "Aoi-chan-!!! …Um… I… A-aahh!!!”

Fukawa had become… fairly used to Aoi’s hugs; at least, she didn’t flinch anymore as long as Asahina moved slowly enough. But now, she wasn’t even used to her her own body, and hugs just felt so different when you were taller, when your chest was flat and weird and-

Touko quashed bubbles of panic rising out of her (his?) throat, stuttering out a hurried question:

"Wh… w-what do I l-look like…?! Am I uglier..!? A-another alternate told me I’m b-better than I was b-b-before, so…!!!"

"…I… I f-feel weird…"

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Aoi smiled, hoping that it'd help Touko feel better in some way. "You weren't even ugly in the first place! I don't care what body parts you have, you're still my Touko.." The swimmer tightened her hug a bit, pressing a kiss to the taller boy's cheek. She wasn't sure how to help with how the writer's body might have felt like, since she had always been a girl and had no idea what it was like to have a boy's 'parts', so all she could really do was try to calm Fukawa down; support him no matter what.

"Um, do you need to borrow any clothes..? A lot of my athletic stuff is unisex, so it should fit you just fine! It might look a bit weird if you walk around in a skirt now, hehe~" The swimmer looked up at Touko, bright eyes filled with warmth as she smiled. A thought rang in her head... the poem she wanted to read to the brunette before her... Hoshino-chan liked it, but she was still worried that a top-tier writer like Fukawa might criticize it too harshly... 

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"…Perhaps it was simple fantasy to think I could sink any lower in attractiveness. I p-probably look exactly the same… not that I’m g-going to check in a mirror or anything."

"And it’s n-not like I had anything special in the chest region, anyway, s-so… I guess it feels… kind of normal.”

[musesofb]

"T..Touko-cha-..kun..?" Aoi might have been confused for a moment upon first seeing the frail young man, but now that she had a good look at him, a part of her somehow knew... "Wh-what happened..?!" If she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe it. Was Fukawa really a boy now..? 

..It didn't change anything to the swimmer, but it had to be confusing and strange for the writer... With a worried frown, she stepped closer, hugging the brunette. 

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"I must apologize, Owari... I was not aware that yesterday was your birthday..." Sakura began, looking somewhat crestfallen. Producing a small wrapped gift for her fellow athlete, the blooming Ogre smiled, holding it out for the gymnast. "It isn't much, but I hope it will make you smile." Inside the wrapped gift was a pair of thin but durable black athletic gloves. "I imagine your hands endure a lot of punishment, so these should help that, at least a little bit."

She looked up at the taller female as she held the gift in her own hands, whenever anyone did something nice for her she couldn’t help but grow a blush on her face, this being due to the fact she wasn’t used to such things. “Oi…ya didn’t ha’e t’ get me nothin’, ‘Kura-chan…but ya went outta yer way t’ get it so, thank you, heh I’ll make sure t’ put them t’ good use.” she smiled up at her, holding the gift close, any gift given by a friend meant a lot to Akane, not matter how small it may be.musesofb

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Akane's smile prompted Sakura's own, and she nodded, silently relieved that the gymnast enjoyed her gift. Gymnastics relied heavily upon one's hands to hang, vault, and balance. The gloves were a practical gift to help reduce the beating that Owari's hands would take... practical gifts were rather fitting of the young Ogre. With a delicate touch to the brunette's cheek, she chuckled. "I didn't embarrass you, did I..? You're blushing..." 

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✢ for the 'buki :D

"Jesus, ‘Buki-chan, the hell ya doin’ out in the rain, get yer butt in here!"musesofb

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"Ibuki wanted to go scream at the rain like in dramatic movies but then she forgot her keys and got stuck outside!! Ibuki's all wet now..." The rocker girl pouted, practically throwing herself at Akane. "Oh-wowie-chan, warm Ibuki up, she's f-f-f-f-freezing!!"