"C'mon Gojo-kun! There's still so much we haven't seen yet!"

"We've still got plenty of time…besides, things like this need to be enjoyed to the fullest!"

Shifting lazily through the crowd while taking his time inspecting the many booths that lined both sides of the filled exhibition hall behind an excited head of blonde bobbing and weaving past it all was a rather ordinary young man sporting an average height of 5'10, taking in the craftsmanship of multiple aspiring artisans with gleeful abandon. While some of it was mediocre, the man's eye could tell that with a little more practice, these seeds could be nurtured into remarkable works.

Gojo Wakana was the name of this keen eyed individual. A young student still in highschool with a long standing borderline obsessive love for Hina Dolls, Gojo had nurtured remarkable skills in sewing and fashion when it came to clothes and outfits. If it weren't for that, the Japanese youth would've turned out quite differently indeed. For one, he probably wouldn't be attending an anime art convention where a bevy of skilled individuals ranging from mangaka to cosplay designers displayed their work for the public to see, and he definitely wouldn't be able to pick apart other people's work (at least those related to the cloth) with just a single glance.

Although he wasn't much of a stickler for looks, today was different for the normally reserved Gojo; sporting dapper attire with a sleeveless leopard print coat over it all. Combined with his rather ordinary appearance, the entire getup seemed ill fitting for Gojo, but that wasn't to say this was his idea in the first place.

And to his front, constantly bouncing back and forth between different booths that caught her eye while periodically returning to Gojo's side was a blonde haired girl dressed in matching clothes of a similar standard, high class leather boots, form fitting latex dress with zippers arrayed in stylish fashion, a designer handbag and a leopard print top. Along with some flashy accessories and a prim amount of makeup, the blonde was a sight to behold…and an oddity amongst the plain standards of the people around her. But as the saying goes; Never judge a book by its cover.

Marin Kitagawa was, in fact, a massive nerd and an avid cosplayer with a drive to pull off the perfect cosplay of whatever character she wanted to portray much like how Gojo's passion for Hina Dolls and sewing had led to an ingrained respect for the craft. But unlike him, Marin was an extrovert, never shying away from conversation and always being quick to make her opinions known while standing up to her beliefs. A passionate and headstrong individual, arguably Gojo's complete opposite.

But when interests align in peculiar ways, it had the power to bring unlikely individuals together. While they both came from different walks of life, what Gojo and Marin lacked in they helped make up for, filling in aspects of the others life; Gojo helping Marin with her studies and culinary skills and Marin, aiding in breaking Gojo out of his reclusive shell.

Although they had made many good friends and acquaintances within the short period of time they had spent together crafting some of the best apparel and shoots there was in the cosplay world, today would mark the first major hurdle in the flowering couple's path that couldn't be solved through wit or an exchange of words. But this 'pitfall' in the road might hold within it some bounty that the two might see fit to profit from instead of being laid low by the crippling bite it had intended for them…

"Kitagawa-san! I'll be taking a look around here so carry on if…and she's already gone…she's extra eager today"

Huffing before stepping inside the unmanned booth of curios, Gojo pat's his coat down before entering the dark, crimson matted interior proper, wide eyes examining every shelf, empty podium and toppled item he could make no heads or tails about. All of it caked in the dust of ages with cobwebs stuck in the corners and specks hanging suspended in the still air saturated in the heavenly odor of old silks and aged leather. It reminded him of those haunted house attractions fairs and school festivals liked to feature.

But as he cradles what looked to be an ornate egg, Gojo realized this place was certainly not just some dusty old horror attraction and definitely far from ordinary as he hefts the the small yet heavy sphere in his hands while tracing the carved surface of the expensive looking thing with delicate fingers, afraid of leaving even a scratch in it's matte smooth shell before returning the egg to its proper position on the shelf.

"But what is all of this doing just..lying around? Where's the people manning this booth?"

Taking one last look around before deciding to rejoin Marin, Gojo freezes mid step as something curious enters his vision; a doll nestled in a cramped position as if its maker had forgotten to give its central mass some weight to keep it steady, beady eyes widening at the affront such a piece presented to his cherished beliefs as he swiftly kicks into reverse, heading deeper inside the darkness to get a better look at the thing, hoping it was just the lowlight conditions playing tricks on his vision.

But lo and behold comes the sight of a ruined Hina Doll, not beaten by misuse or weathered by time but simply because whoever had made it was a complete novice…a dunce even, no, someone with no heart and understanding behind what gave a Hina Doll soul.

The limbs were misshapen with each joint coming in different sizes, the dress was soiled and embroidered in nonsensical patterning and it's face was an affront to humanity; being so disfigured one could be forgiven for thinking it was a representation of an alien rather than an empress with a headdress and hairstyle more akin to a blackened clump of flesh. It was a disasterpiece.

"Heya~ Sorry back there Gojo-kun! I heard you but…Gojo-kun? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Walking up to join the still frozen Gojo, an inquisitive Marin aligns her vision with her friend's before moving forward to pluck the doll off its dusty throne, flipping the musky thing in her hands before glancing between it and a dumbstruck Gojo, giggling, then bursting into laughter at the sight of the malformed Hina Doll and how much it had affected him.

"K-Kitagawa-san…we need to burn that thing…"

"Hahaha! Don't say that…i-it still has its charms…look, aren't the eyes kinda cute?"

"Ughh, put it back…that monster's got no soul in it…"

"Oh all right, whatever you day…y'know, you really should keep an open mind Gojo-kun, I don't think its that bad!"

Placing the broken doll back onto its original spot in the darkened booth before dragging a disheartened Gojo outside before he too lost his soul, the two would resume their venture, unaware of the eerie glow burning within the doll's eyes. While Gojo's remark had been intended to refer to the creators lack of effort, the highschooler had no way of knowing that there actually was a spirit living within that twisted shell of a vessel, trembling with righteous anger at the insult it had perceived to be directed at it personally. If insults were to be exchanged then it found the clothes Gojo wore to be an unfitting ensemble, a direct clash against the warm body it encased. If anything, it found the gyaru who had joined him to be a better fit for such clothes. Realizing the two must’ve been a pair of sorts from the matching outfits and the way they spoke so casually to each other, giving it an excellent idea for a fitting punishment…

Unlike others of its ilk, this spirit was a neutral being, living life as it saw fit, uncaring of humans and their lives. But it wouldn't take an insult lying down, repaying such misdeeds against it with spells and hexes. And when it came to fickle spirits like this one, the results were varied and depended upon their personality. Some loved to flip a person's life upside down, delighting in their confusion. Others placed wicked curses that oftentimes rendered the target a cripple. But this one wasn’t as evil, in fact, if things went well, then Gojo might even end up thanking it for the ‘help’.

That is of course, if he was strong enough to withstand a little test of wills…

And so, with its mind made up and a muttering of ancient phrases and the channeling of powers long forgotten to the modern world, a vague trail of purple smoke exits the Hina Doll, zipping out of the booth before catching up with Gojo and slipping inside of the unwary human, festering away inside its intended target, amassing strength in preparation for the big shebang, slowly beginning to sap away at Gojo’s spiritual being and willpower unbeknownst to him, waiting for that ripe moment when the flesh would become open to change; malleable like clay, free flowing to take on new shapes, texture and senses.

Immediately the side effects make themselves known as Gojo instantly breaks into cold sweat, not realizing he was even shivering until Marin swoops in to tease him, jumping a little when she notices Gojo's sweaty palms trembling like mad in her grip.

"You're sweating a lot Gojo-kun, and these shivers…are you okay? You didn't touch anything bad back there did you?"

"N-No…at least…not that I remember. There was an egg-like object but it wasn't poisonous or anything…let's keep going, I really am fine!”

“Nuh uh! We can’t chance stuff like this! We’re going back to your place ASAP!”

“Kitagawa-san!”

The look she gave the stubborn man midway through pulling him back down where they had com was all that she needed to shoot down any remaining protestations Gojo was about to voice, sighing before slumping his shoulders in defeat, wiping away the sweat on his brow only for another layer to take their place, squeezed free from the pores of his skin like he was a walking sponge held in a steady grip while under a running tap, releasing a steady and endless flow of salty water all over his body.

By the time the duo exit the showfloor, Gojo’s collar was thoroughly drenched with the damp spot only growing larger with each passing minute, leaving the young man incredibly thirsty for water as his friend hands him a refreshing bottle to refill his spent fluids, gulping it down without so much as a whisper of thanks while Marin watches on with concern written clear on her face. And while he hadn't felt anything wrong with himself at first despite the uncontrollable shivering and sudden sweating, little by little would Gojo begin to feel the dull throb of his bones and the subtle sting of aching joints, all clear signs of an oncoming fever when accompanied by chills and unrelenting shivers.

Soon, he would realize that these were not symptoms of an ordinary sickness but rather one of an ancient hex, leaving its victim sapped of strength until resistance was completely broken down. Until then however, the unfortunate Gojo would be forced to walk back to the station to catch a ride home with Marin at his side after failing to hail a cab or call for a driver. Shoulders slumped and a slouching posture had spurred the panicking girl's decision making, unsure of what to do if Gojo were to end up collapsing and hoping to avoid it by taking the train rather than waste time praying for a ride to show up.

Now that they were safely seated in a relatively empty part of the train however, Marin's worries would soon escalate tenfold as she fidgets in her seat, looking up page after page of medical information both fake and real in an effort to prepare for anything that might befall the deteriorating Gojo whose sweaty fit still hadn't come to a stop.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh…h-hang in there alright? Just a few more minutes and we'll…G-Gojo-kun? What's wrong with your…hair?"

“My…hair? Feels…longer…probably just the…t-the sweat. N-No need to fear…Kitagawa-san…”

“No, it's…it's growing! Like actually long and stuff!”

Despite the panic and excitement in her voice, Gojo could do little besides raising his hand to grope at his head, pinching at drenched strands of wirey hair he could feel lengthening in his grip as the tips extend way past his chin, pouring down in voluminous growths that soon shroud his shiny forehead with a new fringe of hair that gains a dark brown luster to it, stopping just short of his brow while the rest of his lengthening mane continues to pour down and around the back of his gradually shrinking frame. Accompanied by the disturbing sounds of snapping bone and shifting flesh.

By now, it was clear to the pair that this wasn't a sickness as Marin rushes to disrobe Gojo, only to feel her grip repulsed by the ebb and flow of the fabric itself as roiling flesh and unraveling threads come together to form an angry, pulsating mass, evidently an uncomfortable experience judging by the low groans and occasional pained cries escaping Gojo's warbling mouth, rippling much like the rest of his body was to take on a smaller shape as cracked, inert lips bloat with flesh into pert, dark pink cushions around a rapidly spreading coat of skin whose natural sheen and smoothness rivaled even that of the flabbergasted Marin, unable to do anything but watch in fear of doing harm…because realistically speaking, what could someone do to help a person whose bones were distorting in horrific fashion while parts of their body sink and bloat into new shapes and proportions, all while surrounded by a web of thread disassembled from their former attire? Nothing much.

With Marin unable to do anything but voice her encouragement and concerns from the sidelines, Gojo was on his own to tough out the pain of his disfiguring body, spine crushing inward, limbs distorting and facial features popping in the same fashion as the Hina Doll he had ridiculed. Unlike the doll however, Gojo's broken body would soon begin to reconstitute itself but in ways that were not reminiscent of his former body.

Instead of long, powerful arms, slender branches with limited strength took their place, trading solid muscle for creamy soft flesh and fat as large hands are replaced by small petite pillows tapering off into five twigs tipped with sharp polished nails painted black.

"K-Kita…ga…wagh!"

"G-Gojo-kun! J…Just keep still! Your arms are back but…oh gosh, this is so weird!"

Unbeknownst to the duo however, the other passengers within earshot don't seem to realize the grotesque transformation afflicting Gojo, instead directing puzzled stares Marin's way as the flustered gyaru continues to freak out, attempting to brush aside Gojo's renewed head of silky hair to find a strange sight beneath the silken shroud…

Instead of the beady, blocky eyes and broad smile she had grown used to seeing, Marin saw slanted slits shut tight in agony, a cute button nose atop wet lips releasing hot spouts of ragged breath and baby cheeks flushed red where there were gaunt edges. Gone was the young artisan skilled in sewing and fashion. Instead of her friend, she was met with the face of a complete stranger, an absolute knockout of a stranger as a matter of fact.

'Woah…wait…how is this…it can't be!'

Backing away from Gojo and narrowly avoiding a random passerby, Marin sizes up the transformed portions of Gojo's body, linking them together into a mental image that paints a strange yet highly intriguing picture. Blushing at the sight of her friends exposed privates slowly dwindling away between twitching legs whose thighs were being pumped full of pleasing fat and tender meat to replace the muscle being drawn from them, leading the excess to flow down nicely along a curved silhouette to fill out strong calves and waifish feet, complete with warm vanilla tinged hide free of hair to encase it all, wrapped up tight around an increasingly voluptuous figure subsuming the tall gaunt lines of the highschool boy that had sat there in a hunched position.

With a rock hard navel bubbling away into a softer and tighter core to match up with the broader hips flanking it and the lean slope below leading down to a sheer void where a dick should've been, it couldn't be any clearer as to what was becoming of Gojo Wakana, letting loose a faint groan that treaded the line between masculine and feminine before tipping over completely to the latter as an invisible hand crushes his thick neck into a shapely pillar devoid of its Adam's Apple, forcing a choked gasp of pain mixed with…ecstasy? As if that sudden manipulation of flesh and bone evoked feelings of pleasure, vocalized by the husky tones of an experienced young minx much to Marin’s awe, feeling her cheeks flush at the sounds she had heard many times in eroge escape the lips of her friend, staring straight into euphoric golden eyes glancing down in disbelief at the beginnings of a sagging pair of tits pushing out over a rotund belly, looking less like the core of a fit young man and more like a gravure model who only ever starred in raunchy AV shoots. It was enough for Marin to grow excited as the implications of it surpass her worry and fears.

Gojo however, did not and didn't seem capable enough to share in her optimism, struggling to rise to her feet before slipping on unfamiliar weight…

"Y-Your voice…your body!”

“Kgh! Ki…Kitagawa-san! My-mnf- head!”

“Wait, it’s still not over?!”

Unable to answer with a renewed fire raging in her brain, Gojo begins trashing in her seat, grasping at her head and wincing in denial at her situation as the newborn gal arcs her spine with a loud snap followed by an audible *womp* heralding the sudden growth spurt of marshmallow tits far larger than Marin’s own bouncing to fruition from Gojo’s once barren chest, forcing a womanly cry out of her under the strenuous weight of alien sensations running rampant through her new body alongside the electrical torture in her brain. Dormant nerves begin firing up, skin and bodily extensions like brown nips rendered inert since birth revitalized into erogenous zones like the pink nipples flaring up into swollen nubs topping heavy melons jiggling to the strange motions of bucking hips and a dampening snatch. All of this and more serves to fill the struggling youth’s mind with even more of the thick haze that makes it harder and harder to focus on her current predicament to no avail, losing sight of her identity as a ditzy smile spreads across her face in tune to her disassembled clothes coming together once more to form new garments that would fit her new lot in life were she to ever succumb to the new persona trying to overtake the weakened mind of Gojo Wakana, forcing her to play the role of a wanton harlot like a puppeteer as a salaciously short skirt snaps into existence around her handlebar hips, masking the appearance of equally naughty panties akin to a thong hugging her labia tight to showcase a soft, warm cameltoe along its rubbery length.

At the back of her mind, Gojo knew this was wrong, that a girl shouldn’t be hiking up her skirt so carelessly in public, much less spreading her delectable legs in such a suggestive manner. But the gratifying feel of the train’s air kissing her exposed rump and warm skin was too much to fight against, doing nothing to resist the temptations goading her into thrusting her chest out to the side so her bosom, now clad in a form fitting woolen cardigan atop a semi-transparent white blouse with a popped collar, could be shown off in all its pert, creamy glory. Giggling in a way Gojo never would’ve done so while bringing manicured fingers up to finger her lips in a cute manner, eyeing Marin like a slab of meat than a friend as her neck twitches to the feel of a tight lace choker slinging around its length alongside a cross shaped earring piercing the soft flap of her left earlobe.

While she still had her old memories intact, the mental haze was making it hard to access them, pushing new, seditious material to the forefront of her mind that begins to alter her mannerisms and identity, slowly losing touch of the reclusive artisan in exchange for a vindictive night prowler who bore no sense of morals or shame as a slight trickle of admission escapes her lower mouth…

“Mmm~ You’re pretty…c-cute aren’t you? Wanna like hang out and go…g-get some boys to play with?”

“Gojo-kun?! Snap out of it! This isn’t you!”

"Are you sure girl? I.. I'm pretty sure I've like, totes been a cutie since…since forever!"

"No you aren't! I mean…sure you're…hot and all…but you're still Gojo on the inside! A Hina Doll enthusiast and my best friend!"

"Hah! What sorta girl plays with Hina Dolls at my…wait…Dolls? Krgh! N-No! Ge-et out of my…head!"

Hearing that word seemed to snap the would be street walker back to her senses, golden eyes regaining normalcy while spread legs close and the heat burning inside her throbbing belly dies away substantially, giving the dwindling Gojo plenty of room and time to take back control, grunting with the effort to force that lustful look off her gorgeous face, returning it to the same naive innocence the Gojo of old had plastered on his face at all times albeit looking a tad bit more flushed and pleasing to most eyes, panting in exhaustion and fear at the equivalent of a near death experience she had survived thanks to Marin's help.

But even with the mental alterations staved off, the physical alterations remain, leaving Gojo to deal with the aftermath of having been forcibly turned into a gyaru gal, probing at her well endowed body as strength and control gradually returns to her alien limbs, looking upon it with panic and a mild hint of embarrassment at how her new getup managed to look so revealing and suffocating at the same time, pulling the hem of her altered skirt and pinching at the woolen hide of her cardigans before her explorations are cut short by a rush of blonde surging forward, tackling her back against the rock hard train seat, giving the other passengers a strange showing as raised brows and leering eyes took in the sight of two girls snuggling together.

"Is that you Gojo-kun? Are you alright?!"

"Ack...I think so…oh wow…w-why are these so…is that my voice? But how?!"

"About that…I think I might know what's going on here…"

For the remainder of the train ride back home, a nonchalant Marin fills her newly feminized friend in on her theory on what had caused all this to happen. Starting all the way back at the convention when she was still a he before coming across the dilapidated booth and the disfigured Hina Doll that was the source of all their woes.

"See, when you said those things about it…I think it, or something else, was listening…"

"...and decided to turn me into-yeep!"

Leaning in close with a mischievous smile, Marin cuts off her friend sentence midway through with a brave hand applying an unabashed squeeze to her belly, kneading the incredibly soft jelly beneath the clothes while her other hand caresses Gojo's radiant cheeks, smooth nails tracing along the gentle curves of her altered visage. With Gojo's height advantage taken from her, Marin was now more or less her equal in size and more, clearly enjoying the reactions she was getting from her teasing and sudden close contact. Even as a man, Marin somewhat knew Gojo wasn't that comfortable being too close around people of the opposite sex, so seeing this strange yet familiar girl flare up in her presence was an exhilarating experience. She looked cute and beautiful, masking an erotic side she had only glimpsed the surface of earlier. Ignoring the protests of a still recovering Gojo whose shock and terror had all but faded in exchange for panic and excitement as her lithe body shivers under Marin's thorough hands, groping and squeezing along the length of her hourglass figure, calculating muscle mass, testing the firmness of supple fat and what sort of outfits would suit her body best…

"Hngh! K-Kitagawa-san! Y-You can't do this sort of thing on a train! People are staring!"

And with a figure like that? A gorgeous face, an amazing chest, a bodacious figure that was way too curvy for a girl her age bundled together with unbelievably smooth skin with a polished tint to it. There was no way Marin could simply just let this go to waste. Chuckling as if she'd just struck gold with a knowing glint in her eyes that sends a shiver down the unfortunate Gojo's spine as she backs further up into her seat away from her friend and the eyes of the public all looking her way.

"Y'know Gojo-tan? I just had a great idea come to mind recently…and I think you'd be perfect for the job~"

"W-Wait! You don't mean?! B-But I-"

"Nuh uh! No buts! Besides…haven't you ever wondered what it's like to be a girl? And one as fine as you are? Just think about it! You could actually try on your own outfits now! And who knows; this could just be a temporary jig…don't tell me you actually want to miss out on this?"

Sighing in exasperation with unsure eyes glancing everywhere as Marin whips her phone out with its screen turned her way to reveal her reflection staring in awe back at herself, the expression on Gojo's face was one of denial mixed in with a little bit of curiosity. Now that Marin had brought up the idea (since it didn't take much sleuthing to figure out what her ‘idea’ was), the former man had to admit that life on the other side of the fence was an intriguing prospect that had come up once or twice in her life. But as she gazed upon herself…that chance was here in the flesh whether she liked it or not…but whether she enjoyed it or wallowed in it…that was still her decision to make. Cosplaying female characters…while looking good in the most convincing handmade outfits…an interesting prospect indeed.

With her mind made up and any lingering doubts pushed to the side, Gojo relents, sighing a little as she acquiesces to Marin’s semi-demanding offer. She just couldn’t say no to the fiery girl.

“A-Alright…I guess we can take it slow with this whole being-a-girl thing…It’s gonna be weird though…I still feel creeped out not having anything down there…ugh…what will Gramps even say about all this?”

“Hahah! I knew you’d say yes! Oh, and no need to worry about that part Gojo-tan~ If my guess is right, and I think it is…everyone will be treating you as if…well, as if you’ve always been a girl! You’d think someone else would’ve screamed if they saw your bones going all crazy but no one noticed a thing!”

That bit had Gojo wondering just how far this spell or curse had gone in changing her, shivering at the reminder of how close she had come to losing herself to that new side of her that had faded away just as quickly as it had arrived. The worst part was that it felt natural, good even, to act that way, to bask in the false truth that would’ve been her new reality had she not snapped out of it after that timely save from Marin. To think something so ordinary could hold powers that immense…

But before she could douse her uplifted mood any further, a forceful tug on her sleeves sends her tumbling forward and out of her seat, almost falling before landing against Marin’s side and right up next to her gleeful face, filing her chest with that same fluttery feeling she always got whenever the blondie pulled off that genuine smile of hers up close.

“Don’t look so down about it! It’ll be fine…with me around to help teach you the ins and outs of being a girl, you’ll be the girliest hottie there ever was, heheh!”

It was moments like these that served to remind Gojo of how lucky she was to have met Marin on that day in class before their next encounter in the sewing room led to the official start of their strange yet strong relationship together, breaking her destined path of isolation into a more memorable one with unique characters she had established friendships with. But if she was a girl now…then that meant some doors previously closed to the two were now ripe for exploring.

And as she lets herself be pulled along through and then outside the station by the excited and impressionable blondie, the unwitting gal can't help but be infected by her jubilant mood, laughing alongside her hand in hand as the pair strode towards the changelings home as if nothing had ever happened.

As Marin had guessed, the Hina Doll spirit's curse had worked to bend reality so that all but the two of them would think that Gojo had always been born a girl, entering the same family home to the same old Kaoru Gojo welcoming his granddaughter home to her completely unrecognizable room. While she still retained almost all of her original belongings save her wardrobe and miscellaneous items, the rest of it had been changed to match what a girl like her would love to see in decor; fluffy plushies, bright pink pajamas, perfume and makeup, and a bevy of posters featuring boy bands and the like, forcing Marin into a fit of giggles after checking out how a female Gojo would've lived her life.

Being a girl was hard, even more so after the adrenaline and excitement of that days events had faded, leaving Gojo to suffer through Marin's relentless lessons on etiquette and womanhood which really were just basic do's and dont’s alongside tutorials on how to put on makeup, to keep her hair nice and preem at all times, making sure she knew how a bra worked so her impressive figure wouldn't come to harm, dietary tips to keep herself fit. Meager stuff at first glance, but to Gojo? It was like retaking kindergarten all over again, having to master the art of bearing her new identity proudly without error or flinching.

Hours would turn to days, and those days, compiled into weeks, soon fly by, leaving Gojo a drastically different individual than the shaken yet hopeful girl that had come into the Wakana household on a deceptively ordinary Saturday afternoon.

For one, she had grown significantly more confident in herself with an outgoing personality seemingly adopted from Marin, the second gyaru was fast in learning the moves from her experienced mentor figure.

On the other hand however, Gojo had also started making outfits for herself in addition to Marin's, essentially doubling her workload while still balancing highschool work and test results. Not like she minded of course since it was probably her first time designing and producing womanly attire for herself made possible by the banging hot body she had been forcibly changed into, becoming increasingly happy and proud of it.

With Gojo soon taking a physical presence in Marin's cosplay shoots, the formerly little known artisan behind the authentic cosplay gear would soon make her own debut as her models close friend and partner, showing her face more and more often in many daring shots that lended well to her strong point with fans pointing out Gojo's maturity and sensual air, making her a favorite to star in cosplay of fitting characters mostly hailing from eroge.

But that didn't mean the up and coming cosplayer held herself back however, because on her suggestion, Marin had readily agreed to doing one with her playing a meek, socially awkward character from a manga series that was making the rounds. Pulling off the look well from a combination of Marin's makeup skills and Gojo's eye for authenticity.

Until the day the curse wore off (if it ever would), it seemed Gojo would be stuck developing this new online presence she never thought possible before, but after more than enough time to get used to being in this form alongside a more…'deeper' link forming between herself and Marin, Gojo had no problems with remaining stuck as her gal pal for the rest of her life.

THE END