[Stepford TF, Brainwashing]

"Why's there a suit in my closet?"

Mikai had a lot of questions that currently needed answering. Especially with regards to the many troubles that she had to face as a heroine. But the current question in her mind pertained to the weird suit in her wardrobe. She was sure that she wasn't checking Hiro's closet either, because that was full of all sorts of suits and all sorts of cosplay outfits.

She scratched the back of her neck and looked at the outfit a few times, tilting her head back and forth the more she looked at it. On one hand, it felt so weird looking at it. On the other hand, it felt so right? Like, she felt that she should at least try it on or something. Maybe then things would turn out alright. It's not like the outfit was cursed or anything, right?

It didn't take much to get it on either. But the more she slipped on, the more her eyes started to dim. What was she doing, exactly? Why was she dressing herself in a suit? The more she tried to keep hold of her thoughts, the more her mind started to empty. Okay, maybe she should take it off...

"And greet my wives in the nude..?"

Mikai blinked a few times. She had been the one saying that, hadn't she? What wives? She lived in the same house as Hiro, due to the circumstances that they had gone through, but they weren't wives. Partners at most, and even then it was only while fighting baddies. So why...

"Helen would be so shocked to see me out of my suit..." The words kept leaving her mouth, before Mikai snapped back to attention and gasped. Okay, something was definitely wrong. Maybe if she looked at herself in the mirror, then...

As Mikai gazed upon her reflection, she could definitely tell that something was wrong. It was like a masculine shadow... No, not just one. A whole horde of masculine shadows were standing behind her. Each of them dressed just like her. Each of their yellow sets of eyes peering into the glass, with each set of eyes reflecting into hers...

Only then did her own eyes start to glow as well, and she carefully brushed her hands through her hair. "That's right... How silly of me to worry." She said, her own voice taking on a much more masculine and self-assured bend. "While my wives are out shopping for our dinner tonight, I should prepare. She's done so much for me as my dear wife, it's only fair."

With Mikai's eyes taking on that yellow tint, and her stance growing much more confident to match her suit, she casually added the finishing touches. Brushing back her bangs until she had slick hair meant for a proper husband, prompting her to smile at her reflection. Oh, she looked just like a proper Hubby should...

And the shadows behind her agreed, vanishing with smiles on their faces. Leaving the newly converted Hubby to admire herself in the mirror for a moment. All while she cracked a bigger smile and chuckled a little to herself.

It wouldn't be long before 'Helen' and 'Sally' returned. So she should really just go finish preparations, so she could show them as much of her love as she usually did...

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"And what made you want to come by and check up on Mikai, Saki? Your duties as Student Council President should be less important, after what happened to the school a few weeks ago."

"With all due respect, Fukano-sensei. Regardless of the school's state, I wish to see all of my fellow students be safe and sound. Besides, if the two of you have decided to pursue a relationship, then-"

"Don't even start. We're not like that."

Hiro didn't understand how or why the rumor of her and Mikai being in a relationship started, but it had already gotten on her nerves. The less she had to think about it, the better. And she especially didn't want somebody like Saki to treat it like it was genuine. Because that would just make it seem like it truly was real...

Saki nodded and gazed at the older woman. The other heroine that protected the city... Even if most of her focus had been on Mikai, she still needed ways to deal with Hiro eventually. For now, she'd have to check up on their home. Perhaps there was... something...

"...Fukano-sensei, I didn't know you lived in a western style home like that." Saki said, gazing upon the distinctly american style house with a matching and neatly trimmed front lawn. Strange, it stood out amongst all the other houses in the nearby area...

Hiro blinked a little. "...This is my house, yes, but it's not what it's supposed to look like. I don't know what happened while I was gone. It's probably the work of some Jõtaijin." She said, gripping the gauntlet wrapped around her upper arm. She wasn't going to be caught off guard.

Both of them approached the front door, with Hiro unlocking the door... Only to twitch a little more as everything looked like it had been changed. For the worse. All of the decor that she had handpicked, replaced with a much more homely experience. All while she swore she could smell something pouring through the air...

"Welcome home, Honey!"

And to make matters ever slightly worse, a truly absurd sight worked its way in front of them. It was Mikai, and she was dressed in a tender black suit. Combine that with her hair being brushed back in such a slick fashion, and her unnaturally firm and welcoming look... She looked just wrong. Not just because she looked like a husband of all things, but because it went against everything Mikai stood for.

"Mikai, what are you doing?" Hiro asked, stepping inside. All while focused on the young lady clad in that suit. Why was she dressed like that..? And more importantly, why did looking at her make her heart subtly beat against her chest?

"Hm? I don't know what you mean, Honey. This is how I normally dress." Mikai replied, truly not seeing anything wrong about how she looked. "Although, you seem more than a little wound up. Would you like a little massage? Maybe you've been worrying too much. Maybe it's making you look a little older than you really are, Honey."

Normally, that would've set Hiro off. Not because she implied that she was old. More so because she was implying she was worrying too much. But there was something about the way that Mikai spoke that made her heart tremble a little more. "M...Maybe I am a little stressed. Sorry, I'll go sit down..." It was probably for the best that she didn't try and fight against her. Ruining another house would just be a bad omen...

Saki watched as Hiro went to sit down, giving her the chance to check out the rest of the house. If they were going to be occupied, the least she could do was try and look around a bit and confirm some of her suspicions.

Though as she entered the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice that things looked a little... No, not a little messy. Very messy. The dishes hadn't been done, there was a dishwasher that still had to be emptied, and a simple glance into the different cupboards and closets made it clear that things had been strewn all over the place with no regard for proper sense. Could she just ignore the messy look of the kitchen, or...

"Just this once, you two." Saki sighed as she grabbed a nearby apron and got to work cleaning everything she could. She didn't want to leave a single dirty spot behind. If she was going to clean this kitchen, then it was going to be spotless by the end of everything.

Though as she brought a sponge to the porcelain, and put away some of the different plates and silverware, it's almost like something started nagging in the back of her mind... Nah, it's nothing. She was a busy bee, and she had a kitchen to clean...

Hiro took a seat on the couch, sighing as she leaned against the pillows behind her. They were a lot softer than usual. So much so that she nearly wanted to just close her eyes right then and there and doze off...

But she didn't get the chance. Not before she felt those wonderful hands grab her shoulders. A moan left her lips, all while a shock rushed through her. W-Was this what a massage was supposed to be like? She wasn't sure. All that she knew was that she really liked the way that Mikai held her...

"My my, you don't sound like this unless you've really worked up the stress, Honey." Mikai chimed as she gently rubbed those shoulders. "Let me just work a little Hubby Magic, and then you'll be as good as new. Then we can bake a pie together and enjoy it. Maybe we'll offer it to the kids next door, I'm sure they've been wanting another taste of your wonderful cooking."

Mikai's words were pouring in one ear and going out the other, as Hiro was truly focused on nothing but the massage. It felt really, really good to have her work her shoulders like this. So much so that she almost didn't think too much about what Mikai was telling her. Was she that good at cooking..?

Of course she was. In fact, she made a real mean pie. But the kids next... Wait, there were no kids living next door... Wh-What was going on, exactly?

Hiro let out another moan, courtesy of her Hubby's wonderful hands. R-Right, how silly of her to think that there weren't any kids next door. They always played with her children when they were younger. Sure, her kids were now off learning how to be good adults, but that just meant that they had to act like proper parents to the other kids... Honestly, why wouldn't that other family step up and take care of their kids..?

Thanks to Mikai's wonderful massage, Hiro didn't realize that her memories of everything were being kneaded out of her. Her role as one of the city's heroines, gently being buried deep within her mind. Her muscles, fading away and replaced with a much daintier form, perfect for the kind of Mother that she was. Not only that, but the kneading was also pushing in brand new memories...

Ah... Her marriage to Mikai had been a very long and arduous one. She originally thought that she wouldn't be able to live up to Mikai's standards. She was such a wealthy woman, and such a dignified one. But here she was. As Mikai's Honey. One of the loves of her life... Ah, just thinking about it made Hiro blush so much more...

Another moan left Hiro's lips, and her hair suddenly jolted upward. Black and white wrapping around each other until a mild beehive had formed on top of her head. A hive that thickened out more and more, until it looked like she had always taken so much time out of her day to get that hair just right.

Of course she'd prepare her hair in just the right way. Because that's how her Hubby liked her hair. She loved to see it all balanced carefully on her head. Not only that, but it allowed her to carry a certain kind of air that impressed the neighbors too. After all, she was such a rich woman's wife. She needed to look the part...

Finally, Mikai's massage came to an end. And Hiro just sighed sweetly, looking right up at her beloved Mikai. Unaware of her suit having changed into an adorable black and white polkadot dress, which perfectly matched her hair and her general pale complexion. "Thank you so, so much, Darling! I really was so stressed, like you wouldn't believe!" Goodness, she couldn't remember why she had been so stressed, but she definitely wasn't now! Her Hubby was so good at pushing all that bad stuff out of her!

"Don't mention it, Helen." Mikai smiled as she kneeled down and kissed her sweet wife on the cheek, before receiving a kiss in turn. "Just make sure that you relax. And if you ever need a hand, don't be afraid to tell me. We're Husband and Wife, you know." She chuckled, and Helen chuckled in turn.

Helen sighed as she heard the sound of her dear Hubby walking into the kitchen... Goodness, maybe she should just sit here and think about her for a little while longer. Think about how much she had done for her... And how much she loved her...

Goodness, she was beginning to sweat a little...

Saki, meanwhile, was still busy with cleaning up the kitchen. And she had done a very thorough job at that, making sure that all the cupboards were filled and the plates had been arranged properly. She even made sure to pair all the spoons and knives and forks properly, arranging them depending on the size...

But the more she did so, the more she knew that something was off. It was like... It was like she was here for a reason besides cleaning. She wasn't a maid, she knew that much. And yet despite how good it felt to put everything into its proper place, she just...

"What's the matter, Honey?"

A jolt ran through Saki's body as she suddenly felt Mikai's arms wrap around her. Were they always this strong? More importantly, why was she calling her honey? She didn't live here with her, so... W-Wait, no, focus, don't even start drifting off to thoughts that weren't your own...

"N-Nothing." Saki muttered, before clearing her throat as she gazed over her shoulder, straight into those strangely yellow eyes. "Mikai, you seem... Off. Did you lose to a Jõtaijin or something?" She had to ask a question like that. To test if the heroine was still present underneath.

That just made Mikai chuckle. "You seem under the weather, just like Helen." She brushed off her concerns with a smile and another kiss. She even got up on her toes to make sure that she could kiss her properly on the neck...

A jolt rushed through Saki's body the more Mikai kissed her, prompting her to pant and gasp. She... Something was happening to her. She had to find a way to stop it. Otherwise... Otherwise...

"My, Honey! You've done such a good job cleaning up the kitchen! It's spotless!"

Saki's train of thought derailed completely as she was swallowed by a red flush. It was partly due to embarrassment of having her cleaning skills called out like that... But also from pride. Having her Hubby talk about how good she was really made her feel good in turn...

"Oh, dear... I just did what any good Wife would." Even just saying the word Wife, despite how much she knew it was wrong, brought a lot of warmth to her heart. So much so that she just wanted to leap into Mikai's arms right then and there.

Whether Mikai intended to do so or not, she had struck a weak point. If there was one thing that Saki was weak to, it was praise over hard and well-done work. And combine that with whatever was transforming her into Mikai's wife... It served to accelerate the process.

So much so that Saki didn't even notice her own red and white polkadot dress, nor did she notice her hair having turned a lot curlier and shorter. It even took on a much more gentle black shade, which made her look a lot more like a proper wife. That blue hair of hers stood out a whole lot...

"That's exactly why I decided to make you mine." Mikai chimed, before wrapping her arms around her beloved wife. "My dear, sweet, Sally." She said, all while planting a kiss straight on Sally's lips...

Sally returned the kiss immediately, wrapping her arms around her dear Hubby's body. Gosh, she didn't know why, but it felt a lot better to kiss her than it normally did. So much so that their lips didn't part until a few minutes had passed... Maybe she had just missed how good it felt to kiss her..?

Either way, her heart was swooning every time she looked at Mikai. And she felt happy, so unfathomably happy. Just as Helen no doubt did. The two of them were truly blessed to have a Hubby as wonderful as Mikai.

And Mikai was just as happy to have them as her wives. And yet, something felt off. It was like something was missing. Something crucial. It wasn't that things weren't supposed to be this way, she was certain that she was happy with her wives...

It was then that her eyes glowed slightly, and a sly smile worked its way onto the happy Hubby's lips. That's right, there was one thing she had forgotten. One crucial thing that she had forgotten...

She had so many more wives than just these two...