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"O-Oh my g-g-goshhhh~! Why did y-you have to g-g-go and rile her up like that?! Now I can’t stop thinking about your stupid face because of it!!! It’s like my head can’t stop thinking, can’t stop seeing!!! U-Unless…unless I die? O-Or how about we b-b-both just die together?! That’d be good right?? A-Amazing even??!! N-No! What the heck am I saying~???” A shivering maw would remain hesitant, quivering in uncertainty as to what words would even work to appease the deathly pale madwoman pinning her target to the ground, jittery hands reaching for a sweat slick neck while the vague outlines of a fair figure show every now and then through rippling clothes teasing an immense bosom as hyperventilating breaths cause melon-sized teats to rise and fall in rapid succession while subtle gyrations show off broad hips extending down to a pair of pert thighs and firm calves clamped tightly around the man’s waist, keeping him immobilized until some form of frenzied realization shatters the maddening haze over her mind, sending the young lady flying onto her feet in a rain of midnight black locks trailing behind before making a mad dash for the nearest corner, howling as she does so with a maniacal scream that drowns out the raucous cacophony of toppled furniture and flying bottles knocked aside by tattered, wing-like protrusions extending above an ample rear teased through the fettered length of a pleated skirt marred with crimson stains. Leaving the man she had abandoned to gaze at her hunched over figure with a mixed expression of regret…and excitement.
Rewinding to a few days earlier when two of the city’s most notorious con men, masters in the art of conversation and body language who could diddle and dime just about anyone that caught their eye, had still been active. The duo had been scouting out a major, annual convention they had been looking forward to in the past few weeks for the major haul the criminals were sure to walk away with thanks to shoddy security who would believe just about anything they were told and plenty of merch ripe for re-selling via third parties once they were whiskered away. Guaranteeing monetary gain if the thronging crowds begging for their pockets to be rifled weren’t packing. Except this year, the convention would come to host quite the unsuspecting visitor; A woman just like any other at face value with a shared interest amongst the masses drawn to such a gathering, but with a force beyond comprehension at her beck and call, an impenetrable defense that would not let even a single iota of one’s deepest held secrets slip by unnoticed.
So when Roland and Emmerich had passed her by with the latter thinking to drop a suave pickup line much to his friend’s amusement, a quick peek through the man’s mind was all she needed to realize two of the city’s most wanted criminals had just tried to hit on her. She could’ve sneakily called the police on them…but that would most likely intervene and even cancel the lively anime convention she was enjoying greatly just like everyone else in attendance save for the two con artists who were there for greed and vice; ogling the women cosplaying while stealing from people’s pockets like kids at a candy shop…it was enough to formulate a plan that didn’t involve ruining the day for everyone…and after going so long having to inhibit her innate abilities, the hidden superwoman was more than eager to let her magic soar. But after a tinge of familiarity in the form of a mobile game they both shared a love for, Emmerich just didn’t seem like the right guy to pick on…and that voice of his, no matter how decrepit…it was enough for her to decide on foregoing him altogether in favor of his partner in crime, focusing her powers on the unsuspecting brunette whose towering height begins to falter and waste away, rapidly shrinking until he was a full head shorter than the man he once loomed over…
Emmerich would fail to notice his partner’s darkening crop of blossoming hair and neither would Roland seem to mind the heavier weight to a bobbing chest that jiggles to the momentum of a curvier figure after pushing outward into a pronounced bosom while bones reconfigure with subtle cracks beneath bleached hide cleansed of a sun-kissed tan, blessing burgeoned hips with a hypnotic sway while athletic legs deform into plump drumstick thighs hidden beneath an obfuscating skirt supported by mellow calves wrapped in moody leggings that taper off into waifish soles strapped into boots secured by crimson string. A repetitious highlight that provides stark contrast between the brooding black coloration of a frayed Japanese seifuku and deathly pale skin that instantly draws the attention of the surrounding crowd in no time, much sooner than Emmerich would notice when an extending wing jabs him in the side. Turning to face not his best friend but a perfect replica of a rather popular character from a Japanese mobile game, with the fading vestiges of a blocky eyed Caucasian man softening and slanting with oriental hues notifying the stunned thief that the equally confused woman standing next to him had indeed, been Roland. Given barely any time to process the silent metamorphosis and dreadful loss of her manhood that had left her as someone else altogether before being beset by the incessant flashing of the crowd’s cameras. Forcing the pair to make a quick escape with nothing in their pockets, a first of many losses for their criminal career when it soon becomes clear back at their hideout that much more than just Roland’s body had been transfigured to match the beautiful terror that was Kenzaki Tsurugi…
An inability to look ‘right’ besides a rare few occasions in Emmerich’s presence wherein she would take on the air of a submissive girlfriend instead of the aloof prankster she was before. Psychotic outbursts that would have alerted the neighbors had they not been sequestered within an old home at the city’s edge. And worst of all; a manic obsession with her partner that had left Roland incredibly dependent on Emmerich now that she was unable to leave the house without immediately drawing attention with actual wings stretching out from her rear alongside a dripping velvet halo hanging over her depressive head, the unaffected had been left to run menial tasks like fetching groceries and making what little cash he could on his own now that his partner was, for the foreseeable future, out of commission. But that was only the beginning, for the vanished instigator had taken special care with seeing Emmerich’s side of the punishment through, for if he prided himself on that voice of his so much, she figured he wouldn’t mind using it to calm the rabid girl left to his unexpected care…and it was killing Emmerich just as much as it was Roland, whose ability to fight back against her body’s desire to feel the touch of her friend Sensei had begun to wane and crumble as did her mental state when all she could think about in the past few days had been sickeningly lovey dovey thoughts involving herself and Emmerich Sensei… “Keehee! Wahahaha!!! T-That damn i-i-idiot! Leaving me alone a-all day after doing this to me! I need-n-nooo~! I don’t know…I-I…I can’t be in love can I??!! Why’s it…so hard to stop loving…”
As for Emmerich? The man was beginning to inch closer and closer toward acceptance of this strange new life of his when efforts to track down and locate the woman he had passed a pickup line at came up short, for who else but her could have been responsible for Roland’s ‘affliction’ shortly after their encounter? But the inability to track down the source was nothing in comparison to the growing feelings he was beginning to harbor for Roland… especially now that he had become the waifu of his dreams, such a perfect recreation he couldn’t help but see her as anyone else but Kenzaki Tsurugi…and besides, he had been having second thoughts about this whole big time criminal thing, and he was certain that with a little bit of time and effort, he could help Tsurugi…Roland, out with her problems…maybe this was a calling for them to start over in some twisted way now that the thief was starting to get an idea of just how ‘vulnerable’ the both of them truly were. Sighing where he laid in the living room with heavy eyes hanging over his feminized friend before moving on to take a shower, oblivious to prying eyes curling in delight at what they saw with high hopes for what laid ahead of the former criminals, wishing them the best now that her time in this strange city had come to a close…
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