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[mannythemunchkin]

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[mannythemunchkin]

Wanna Switch?

In which Akira is hit by a curse that turns her into a man for 24 hours, and Suguru panics in bisexual.

A/N: This fic is near and dear to my heart, so I wanted to share a little tidbit with y'all. I hope you enjoy these two idiots as much as I do.

Suguru stood dumbfounded in the living room as he stared at Akira, who was sitting on the couch with an awkward expression.

“A curse?” He sent a silent prayer for his capability to keep a neutral exterior in… strange situations, and Akira nodded. “Yeah. I spoke to a healer before I came home, it'll pass in about twenty-four hours, give or take.” She explained, and ran her hands down her face. Her now much larger hands. Suguru couldn't stop himself as his eyes followed the movement intently, his purple eyes almost glued to the way her now masculine hands dragged down her face.

“Twenty-four hours… okay, that's doable.” He muttered to himself, which made Akira quirk a brow at him. “What's doable, babe?” She teased him, her usual sweet tone now a deep husky one, and Suguru cleared his throat.

“You. I mean, the curse. You just take time off until its effects disappear.” He stumbled slightly over his words, and he swore internally at himself for getting flustered. An amused hum sounded from Akira, and she nodded. “Sounds like a plan, I could use a day or two off. Been hunting an awful lot lately.” She rose from the couch and stretched with a low, rumbling groan, and Suguru, once again, muttered an internal prayer, this time for the amount of layers he was wearing so she couldn't see how her gender-bent appearance affected him.

“I'm gonna go take a shower, maybe explore my new body a little.” She joked while wiggling her brows at him as she walked to the bathroom, and all he could do was nod as he watched her leave the room. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Suguru let out a hot breath, and proceeded to take quiet, deep breaths to calm himself, but to no avail.

“Get a grip, idiot.” He grumbled to himself, one of his hands carefully pressing down on his erection in a miserable attempt to make it go away, the slight friction his hand gave him only making it worse. “Fuck…” He threw a quick glance at the direction of the bathroom as he chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip, but he quickly shook his head to stop where his train of thoughts were headed.

He ended up pacing back and forth in the living room for a little while before he laid down on the couch, a pillow covering his crotch, and an arm draped over his eyes, as he began thinking about everything not sexy to get his now aching erection to calm down. His plan was quickly foiled as he heard the bathroom door open, and Akira wandered into the living room, wearing nothing but a towel around her waist.

As she stepped in, Suguru turned his head to look, which he immediately regretted. Her temporary body was not very muscular, but still softly toned, her tan skin still damp from just coming out of the shower, and her long, inky hair fell delicately around her face and down her back, and Suguru had to physically hold back a groan.

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