Second Chance

A Kayo-chan Series One Shot

Written by Mashiro Yuu

Illustrated by Kiri Ayu

 

 

“Now then gentlemen, before we go any further I would have you look carefully at this photograph.”

In the darkness of the meeting room, a large crowd of people rustled. A queer silence permeated the air. The overhead projector cast  a picture onto a screen. All eyes were glued to it. In the photo, two lovely young ladies who radiated grace and beauty were pressed against one another.

The perfection of that captured moment looked as though it might break at any second, and nobody in that room could suppress their desire to protect it. Some voices were even heard murmuring things like, “….that’s fucking adorable….”

But what really added a certain something to the picture was the clothing that adorned the two women. Pure white aprons over long, thick black dresses…Yes, maid uniforms. Their glossy black hair reflected light like a halo and was accentuated by a stiff hair accessory. Their cheeks were close enough to nestle against their loosely entwined hands. Only their twin anxious expressions gave any hint that they were in the grip of some twisted nightmare.

For a time the audience took in the photo as if in a trance. The meeting’s moderator cut through the silence with his voice as if to sever it. “Next, we have this.”

The photo was replaced with something far removed from the previous vision of loveliness. A large man approaching two meters in height was standing in the picture, covered head to toe in black.

An unhappy tension arose – perhaps the men resented having the beauties replaced by something they had no desire to see.

“And there is one more I would like you to study.” The two lovely ladies made another appearance. “He’s the one on the left,” the moderator went on. The audience was confused. “He needs no introduction. This man is our organization’s finest covert agent, alias Hunter Zero 1.” The half of the photograph that contained the beautiful woman on the left separated from the first photo and lined up with that of the man in black. The scales of the photos were different so no height comparison could be made, but there was no question that they were as different as the ocean depths and the stratosphere. “And this is his – I mean, her – current appearance.”

Some agents let out yells of “Whhhaaaat??” in unthinking reactions. A clamor of whispers hissed throughout the meeting room.

“Silence!”

Most of it subsided, but mumbled words could still be heard from several people.

“This is the true danger of our target Sanagi Kayo. It has finally come down to this. One of our own has become a casualty.”

Vulgar murmuring sounded from here and there:

“’Casualty,’ he says. If I could look like that I might not mind taking one for the team.”

“I know, right.”

“Is it bad that I’m kind of jealous?”

“Could I get her number? Or wait no….maybe her email.”

“I wonder what kind of panties she wears…”

“Silence! I will have silence!!” The angry force of the yell finally brought silence. “We cannot let the number of casualties increase. Is there no one who can bring down Sanagi Kayo?”

The room lights came on. The Chief had drawn himself up to his full height. But the group that had moments ago been muttering wise cracks about being ‘jealous’ was now shrinking back. They’d heard rumors of this ‘Sanagi Kayo.’ Not only could she change a man’s sex, it was also said that she could transform even his clothes into ladies’ attire. Well, having already become a full-fledged woman, wearing ladies’ attire probably wouldn’t be so odd…In any case, if she could change someone as tough as Zero 1 into a delicate maid girl, clearly she had some serious potential. Who knew what might happen if she were approached without great care.

A single hand slid slowly upward. As one, all eyes in the room latched onto that hand. “Oh ho! Hunter Zero 2! You’ll take on this mission?”

Whooosh….Without a cue, a soft wind seemed to blow back the slightly long bangs of the bishonen who sat there. “Chief. Please leave it to me.” The somewhat arrogant man tilted his head to look up at the chief’s face and smirked. A glint of teeth.

 

Hunter Zero 2 opened his laptop at the café. All previous strategies had ended in failure, he knew. Not much information could be gathered about the Zero 1 incident, but he couldn’t imagine that the wary Zero 1 had been caught with his pants down. The existence of the unknown girl on the right side of the photograph led him to believe that the sex change had been conducted from afar. It was a truly frightening thought. Once she had you in her sights there was no room for a plan B. But on the other hand…coming up with a strategy to beat her was simple enough. He had a plan.

The organization’s objective was to render her harmless. She seemed to be laboring under the impression that sex changing her commissioners and/or their targets would solve all their problems, so he merely had to change her mind, or effectively seal her power. So far, no one had set out to deal with her knowing so much about her ‘ability.’ Hunter Zero 1 had known, but he’d been caught off guard. I, however, won’t be, Zero 2 thought. He typed away at his keyboard.

Almost no one had escaped a sex change after a direct encounter with ‘Kayo.’ There were exceptions, yes, but those were mostly women whose boyfriends were changed into women, and that carried a not inconsiderable amount of suffering in and of itself. Moreover, there were even those who got ‘caught up’ in the sex change phenomenon. It was true that some of those people who triggered the ‘mass sex change panic’ sometimes managed not to get sucked into the uproar, but that didn’t change the fact that it played havoc with their social circles.

The last time, Zero 1 had been convinced that if he didn’t come into direct contact, all would be well.  But that was naïve. He should not have even approached the site. The very building itself was linked to the phenomenon. It wasn’t impossible that being within the linked area increased the possibility of being inverted.

Zero 2 looked down from the window. From the second floor café it was possible to watch the throngs of people on the bustling street outside the train station. In the midst of them was a single girl, standing isolated…

Zero 2 smirked.

A young man stepped in front of him. He said, “Please forgive my lateness.”

“Mm. Our target has been spotted. You brought her there?”

“Yes. As you ordered, sir.”

Zero 2 nodded firmly, assured of victory.

 

The girl looked bored, leaning on some stones that ringed several roadside trees. She could be a young elementary school student.

“Um, can I sit here?”

“Hm? Oh, go right ahead.” The girl looked surprised at being addressed out of the blue, but she responded brightly enough.

So this was the person feared everywhere as the ‘human disaster’…? He’d seen her photos any number of times but this was his first time seeing her in person.

“What are you up to?” he said, trying to pump her for information. If the reports were accurate, she would ask about his personal problems while they chatted.

“Hm. That’s a good question. Oh hey, ojisan, please take this.”

He was kind of ticked to be called ojisan, but he kept his peace and watched her. As predicted, she pulled out a business card from her pocket. Some speculated that her ‘business card’ actually functioned as an item that summoned her to you. In any event, he couldn’t refuse it. “What’s this then?” he asked, making a show of checking the front. On it was written: Sanagi Kayo: Consultations concerning anxieties of mind and body. ‘Mind’ and ‘body’ were written in katakana. It felt a little contrived but that was neither here nor there.

“If you have some personal problems you’d like to talk about, please don’t hesitate,” she said, and smiled perkily. It was a smile to put anybody’s heart at ease. And yet the whole picture was just a bit too perfect, and therefore frightening.

“I see…And if it’s not a problem of the ‘mind and body’?” he asked. I’m probably the first one to ask her that, he thought. He looked forward to her reaction.

“…?” She tilted her head, still smiling. Did she have only the intelligence of an elementary school student after all? Plenty of victims had had both sex and clothing changed, but almost all of those clothes had consisted entirely of stereotypical uniforms and outfits. It was difficult to believe that a child of this age would have such extensive knowledge of such things…But anyway, he had to make his next move.

“By the way, Kayo-chan.”

“Yessir!” she piped. It was a slightly unexpected response. According to their information, if someone called her by a nickname, she would quickly remind them that her name was Sanagi Kayo. Apparently, she wasn’t feeling any of the uneasiness associated with dealing with someone who ‘knew about her.’

“Do you know this house?” Zero 2 said, and pulled out a photograph. It was an exterior shot of the mansion in which Zero 1 was tragically changed into a maid some days ago.

“Huh…??”

She didn’t seem to know. After all, why would she hold any interest in the exterior of a mansion? Truth be told, if someone showed him an exterior shot of HQ, he might not be able to give a swift, automatic response.

Time for a new angle of attack. “Ok, do you know this person?” he asked.

This second photo showed a vain-looking man. He was the young master of said mansion. Nobody doubted that it was this man’s inappropriate comments which led to Zero 1 being transformed into a maid.

“Oh yeah, I know him. He wanted another servant for his mansion, so I took care of it for him,” she replied.

‘Took care of it’ huh….One way to show a total lack of remorse is to speak lightly about one’s own part. Moreover, she was speaking blithely in front of a man who clearly ‘knew her secret’ – she was falling into his trap. It was time to spring it.

“Yeah. That’s brilliant. I bet you could do just about anything.”

“Oh, well I wouldn’t say ‘anything,’” she said, turning pink. Only a child after all.

“Can I ask you a favor?” he said.

“Sure. Ask me anything.”

Now for the main event.

 

The Chief sipped his coffee. In front of him his assistant was briskly straightening his desk. He was staring at the photograph of the maids, expression sober.

 

“It’s about my friend. Is that okay?” Zero 2 queried.

“It’s totally fine!”

He hadn’t expected her to refuse. Refusing to undertake a case involving people she hadn’t met in person wouldn’t have held up to their numerous documented case files. But he suspected that he was the first to commission her face to face. In fact, there were barely any cases that began with a spoken ‘request.’ Most of them were based solely on her own initiative.

“Well, it’s my kohai, actually…He’s over there. See him?” Zero 2 pointed to his kohai sitting in the café.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not one to talk but…He’s reaching a certain age and he hasn’t even thought about getting married. If I could, I’d like to match him up with a nice girl. And the sooner the better.”

“I see…,” Kayo said, taking on a pensive expression.

Gotcha!

It was time to get out the big guns. So far nobody had commissioned Kayo knowing her true identity and abilities. So naturally they would request something that was likely to incur tragic consequences.

The girl was still pondering and making thinking noises. He had to throw information at her in rapid succession. “Luckily, he’s already dating some girl. Really, we just need to freshen up his look. Easy, right?”

This was the plan. Commission a clear-cut, specific result. A vague commission would invite misunderstanding. There was no way she could misunderstand if he simply stated his request outright, like so: “It’s not like you’d have to sex change someone or something ridiculous like that. Am I right or am I right?” he said jokingly.  Adding on a ‘no sex changes allowed’ addendum was his cautious, just-in-case tactic. “So? Will you help me out?”

It was perfect. She had to follow his instructions by the letter now. Her tendency to sex change anyone at the drop of a hat would have to change. His track record would show a direct engagement that ended well for all parties, if nothing else.

“I’ve got it!” Kayo lifted her voice in sudden realization. The unanticipated reaction confused Zero 2 for a moment. But it was fine. He’d taken no missteps so far.

“I know just what to do! Let’s go!” she said and then smacked Zero 2’s body with a thwack.

“Huh?” Zero 2 didn’t understand what was going on. But his blood began to audibly rush through him as though his animal instincts were trying to prevent his brain’s blood vessels from rupturing. “Um….hey Kayo-chan…?” It was at that precise moment that a sharp feeling pervaded his chest. His gaze was drawn automatically downward.

There were no words for this.

His chest slowly bulged outward, and a panorama of perky, shapely breasts opened up to him. “Huuuhhh…..w-whaa….?” he said. Why – oh why? I said everything just right…!

Zero 2 stood up without thinking. The pedestrians milling around the bustling street hadn’t yet noticed the anomaly.

His scalp itched, and for a single instant it swelled. Zero 2 had never once grown out his hair and for the first time ever he felt a heaviness and a light pressure wrapping around his ears and the back of his neck…It was the feeling of hair, grown long and soft and every inch his own, hanging down his back.

He met the eyes of a lightly tanned young man with long brown hair who stood before him, stock still at the totally surreal sight of ‘lengthening hair’ (being as it was the easiest to understand of the changes happening right before his eyes).

“Hmm, no. You’ll need to be a bit more petite to match up with that guy in the café,” Kayo said. Nobody had asked ‘that guy’s’ opinion, but that didn’t stop Zero 2’s body from dropping a bunch of muscle mass in the space of a breath.

“Ah…ah!” In its place came a soft plumpness which might be called ‘fatty tissue.’ Shoulder breadth narrowed and height shrunk. People walking by them began to realize that something was happening.

A fight was unfolding in Zero 2’s mind between a logical analysis and pure chaos. How did this happen? Where did I go wrong? At that thought, an image he’d seen earlier coalesced in his mind like a photograph. Even as his waist squeezed itself tighter and he fought with the feeling of transforming into the female form, he desperately tried to analyze it. The girl had suddenly said, “I’ve got it!” out of nowhere. Just previously she’d been lost in thought….Oh….Oh NO!!

His knees slid together of their own accord and his backside rose upward. My ass…! Not my ass!! Ahhh! Zero 2 automatically reached a hand toward his groin. He could guess what had happened. In place of a dick there was only some new terrain, smooth as silk. What was crueler still, even his cursory check of the area granted him a virginal stimulation. He pulled away his hand on pure spinal reflex, and saw that it was right in the middle of changing from a hairy and rugged thing into a delicate and beautiful hand the color of a pure white fish.

The breasts (already raised up almost until they were a bit out of balance with that slender frame) and the metamorphosis show that grabbed the attention of everyone who watched were the very essence of an unreal reality.

“Ah….ahhnn….haahh….”

…The girl Kayo had yelled out, ‘I’ve got it!’ Hadn’t she started thinking hard after he’d said that he was looking for a ‘nice girl’ for his kohai – and ‘the sooner the better’? Which meant that she hadn’t heard the rest of it.

What a disaster…He’d messed up big time. Or no, it simply hadn’t occurred to him. Her one tiny little personality quirk…

Shit goes in one ear and out the other!!!

Now the ‘plan’ would go straight to hell!

“That ought to do for now,” Kayo said and Zero 2 came back to himself with a start. He mulled over his concealed objective.

He felt the sway of the dark hair that hung down ‘her’ back. Her big tits were decidedly ‘heavy’ and because of her new ‘smallness’ it felt like – there was no other way to say it – it felt like she was leaning forward. These things clearly communicated his new situation, and it was one that he didn’t want to contemplate.

From the corner of his eye he became aware that people walking by him were starting to slow and stop. But Zero 2 would not just give up. He’d been brought low but was attempting to improve his situation – his will power was obviously worthy of respect. Only the inexperienced and easily-flustered would give up now. It wasn’t as if Zero 2 hadn’t thoroughly considered the risk of being sex changed, and now the worst case scenario was playing out. Zero 2 had no intention of getting mired in it.

“K….Kayo-chan….” Zero 2 called, and was bewildered by the clear, lovely sound of his voice. “Actually, I…” Zero 2 would simply have to explain it to Kayo one more time. He would make her recognize her mistake. It would be the first attempt of its kind, he had no doubt. If he succeeded, the news would sound like gospel to the ears of those earlier ‘casualties.’

“No no, it’s no problem, really.”

“Wait, no, listen –”

“Oh stop!! You’ll make me blush. I said, it’s fine! You really don’t need to thank me!”

She had the best of intentions but no ears to hear. Good Lord… Zero 2 had forgotten her other little quirk: she tended to overreact.

Concentration shattered, Zero 2 gazed up at the heavens. Just then, her brand new breasts cried out at their first experience of ‘stimulation.’  “Ahh!” Something was pushing against her chest. She looked down at it automatically. For the first time he noticed the large crowd of people gathered tight around him. “Wh—whaaat?” She looked all around, swiveling her head back and forth wildly. Each time she did she felt her hair swish around behind her. The young man from earlier was assuming a curious, waiting posture at the front of the crowd.

You might call it a ‘curious sight’: A petite woman, body swimming in a baggy man’s suit had raised her pretty voice in the midst of a crowd of pedestrians. A few high school girls in uniform were looking her way and chattering in interest. There were middle-aged ladies on the way home from grocery shopping and men who gave off an air of business interrupted. The women looked amused but the men’s expressions looked somewhat complicated.

“This will do nicely I think,” said the always cheerful Kayo. Suddenly the pressure that covered the lower half of her body shifted. Zero 2 could easily deduce that it was the feeling of boxers becoming pan….panties. The enlightening instant when that word rang through his head made a tiny blush rise to her cheeks.

But the transformation didn’t stop there. Once again something seemed to tighten around her torso… but this time it wasn’t mere underwear. It was like a bodice that became narrower as it tightened around her upper body. Then sheer stockings slid lightly down her thighs to her feet. “Woah!”

There was more: the torso part suddenly squeezed her tightly. “Wha—what’s happening?” The grey suit began to turn white. “Oh….oh!”

The brilliantly glistening white material seemed to melt and smooth around her body. The white stuff swallowed her arms and wrapped all the way from her wrists to her fingertips.

 

“Even the hands….?” For the first time since the vibrant transformation began, a whispered clamor arose from the gallery. Surely there was no better street performance.

The white had already infringed upon her entire upper body. Once it had dyed everything above her waist, her voice rose in a shrill shriek. The collar widened out and her pale flesh and collar bone were exposed to the air. At the same time, the cloth around her shoulders swelled out like balloons.

In the back of his mind Zero 2 ruminated on the content of the commission that he himself had spoken aloud. His request…which meant…oh, oh, NO!!

“K—kayo-chan! You will stop this!” He planned to say it, but did those words end up reaching his mouth? His consciousness felt like it was sinking into quicksand, and he was becoming aroused by the voluptuous sensations enveloping her body. Her now compact upper body was tightly wrapped in the glossy, pure white cloth. Elegant embroidery was engraved onto its surface.

The young secretaries in front of him were standing stock still, hands covering their mouths and framing expressions of shock. Oh, to be seen by so many people, looking like this…It was too much…

Something came into being under the heels of her feet and pushed upward. She wobbled. “Woaah….” she said.

Whatever it was also wrapped round her squeezed toes and then stiffened tightly over the surface of her feet. It didn’t hurt at all. And it wasn’t like there was any danger to his life. However, the storm of simultaneous sensations confused his emotions and twisted them into perverse thoughts. His feelings took priority over his reason, and it was all he could do to look straight at the phenomenon befalling her body.

At some point the cloth of his pants had started fusing together. From the knees up the inner lining of the odd garment that could no longer be called ‘trousers’ slid away until her thighs had nothing between them.

“Kayo-chan…,” she said, and couldn’t emit another sound.

It was that moment. Her waist was squeezed tighter than ever before, and then as if in an opposite reaction, the material from the waist down billowed out with a floomph! At this stunning fairytale-like metamorphosis, the audience let out something rather like a sigh. It was the skirt.

The swell of it was covered with beautiful embroidery and the lace around the wide border brought to mind feminine under things. As though to put the finishing touch on the greatly expanded skirt, a ribbon twirled round the edge with a flourish.

Zero 2 blinked her now large eyes several times. She realized that they felt heavy. “Ah…” They were false lashes.

A ticklish feeling caressed her lips. “S…stop that….”

She felt something chilly rolling across the bare area of her neck. It was a pearl necklace.

Make up was being applied to her face. Like a living thing, her lovely black hair collected itself and rose, exposing a sensual nape.

She felt a tug on her earlobes. A pair of dangling earrings chimed gently.

Her face was painted with clean, natural foundation and an expression of shock.

A tiara appeared as through to press down on it.

From the tiara a sheer veil poured down like a rainbow.

As the veil slid down to cover her entire back, her slender arms rose up before her of their own will.

In her hands bloomed a full bouquet, and then everything settled.

“….”

There was no mirror so Zero 2 couldn’t study his appearance; but the situation was obvious. He had become a blushing bride wrapped head to toe in a pure white wedding dress.

“…….”

And he was speechless.

She gripped the bouquet with her left hand and caught hold of the skirt with her right. The rustle of cloth was clearly audible. He lifted his gaze to his surroundings.

…And the spectators were staring at the ‘bride’ in dumb amazement, standing just far enough away not to be treading on the skirt spread over the ground.

“Sempai!”

Pushing through the crowd was his kohai, who’d been told to wait in the wings on standby.

“Idiot! Don’t come any closer!” cried the bride through painted lips. But it was too late. The situation was now unsalvageable.

“So this is the guy, huh? Here is your bride, sir.”

“Whuh?”

“Oh, but the groom shouldn’t look like that!”

“Hey, aren’t you that—” he said, but before he could finish, Kayo approached and thwacked him. His kohai began to sense the abnormality of the change, even as the girl stood grinning right before his eyes. “…??”

As Zero 2 watched, his kohai’s already handsome face became even more like the face of a leading man from a chick flick. His everyday suit began its transfiguration into a smart, tailored, jet black tuxedo.

“What the hell….?” Zero 2’s heart gave a sudden throb. Her ears felt hot. What was going on? What…the hell…were these weird feelings…Her heart was pounding…The bride throttled her bouquet.

The ‘groom’ looked apologetically at the lady in front of him. “Um…Have you seen a man wearing a suit nearby? By any chance?”

He…he doesn’t recognize me? And why would he? After all, he was a far sight different from how he’d looked not minutes before. His kohai had guessed that the plan had gone sour, raced down to the first floor of the café, paid the bill…and by that time the transformation was already complete. Still, you’d think he’d show a touch more emotion at the sudden appearance of a wedding dress on a crowded street.

They were the very picture of a bride and groom, staring blissfully into each others’ eyes.

“Hmm, yeah well…I wonder if there’s a handy dandy church around here we could go to…,” Kayo said, totally clueless.

“What?”

“Oh as if you don’t know. For your wedding ceremony, duh!”

“But—BUT!”

“You said, ‘the sooner the better,’ didn’t you?”

Oh what a fuck up. That was the only part she actually heard?!

“…..??....!”

His kohai set out walking. It was obvious that his limbs were moving against his will. He probably couldn’t even speak anymore. The crowd of people made a path for him as if he was Moses parting the Red Sea. The bride followed three paces behind her groom.

Swish. The sound of her dress rustling as she walked was enough to tickle her earring-laden ears.

“Oh hey, you two girls over there! Help a girl out, would you?” Kayo called.

Two total strangers picked up the long train of her gown (Two meters? Really?). The smooth, satiny, pure white dress rustled with even the slightest movement of her upper body. The feeling against her soft skin was so slick, and at the same time the tight parts pressed against her so tightly, and at the same time the open areas round her neck were so very open to the air…She felt all this as she walked. It was tough walking in the high heels of the ‘wedding shoes.’ She used her right hand to hold up the front part of the dress so she wouldn’t step on it…But she didn’t do it willingly. Her body knew it had to be done, and did it.

Beyond her transparent wedding veil people were ogling her, and she could see that the street they were following was endlessly lined with more of them. This time, her heart throbbed for an entirely different reason. It was so…humiliating. To be seen by so many people in this getup…She lowered her gaze in embarrassment. When she did, she saw female flesh wrapped in a pure white wedding dress. Nooo…..why? Why is this happening?

His life up until that moment flashed before his eyes like a slide show. Elementary school, middle school, high school. He’d been living his life as a man, regular as clockwork. Would he have to…live life as a woman from now on? As a woman…?

He suddenly returned to himself when she felt some sensation from her bodice-wrapped breasts. Right…This was no dream. It was reality happening right before his eyes…Would he breast-feed a child with these breasts? Must he raise a child as a mother? Out of nowhere his parents’ faces floated in his mind’s eye. Oh mom, dad, I’m so sorry….I didn’t plan for this to happen…He couldn’t stop tears of sadness from welling up in his eyes. His sinuses began to sting and his face felt hot.

No wait…Before he could become a ‘mother’ he’d have to be screwed by a man! No…..nooo! For the love of God, NOOO!

They arrived at the church. He could see his kohai standing at the entrance. The girls who had been holding up her skirt retreated and he was alone. Her body forced her to stand at the side of her groom. Her heart was beating intensively enough that he feared it would burst from her slim chest.

“Sempai…”

?! So he knows it’s me?

“You look beautiful…”

Her heart ruptured something. Her face turned toward his without her asking it to. And in fact, it was tilting itself upward toward his face slowly…ever so slowly. His kohai smiled. That face, so far above her own, roused a violent protective desire and his real self fought that nectar-sweet pleasure tooth and nail.

The groom entwined her slender arm, gloved in pure white stretch satin, with his.

Oh no way…sto—stop this….

That famous, sublime melody rang out from somewhere. The couple stepped out onto a genuine wedding ceremony aisle. How could he possibly explain why he was taking an interminable time to walk through the middle of a tightly packed group of attendees in a pure white wedding dress?

Then the bride and groom stood before the altar. But he…or, well, she….still hadn’t given up, even this late in the game.

Kayo-chan….Where is Kayo-chan? If he could just find that girl, he still had a chance to stop this madness. Her shoulders lifted as she took a deep breath, her first in a long while.

It was time for the exchange of rings. With his whole will, he tried to resist, but her body wasn’t listening to his commands. The groom – No! Wrong wrong wrong! Her kohai, who had been dressed in a groom’s clothing, placed a ring on her finger. It looked like a mere gold ring, but it felt like it was eating away at his soul.

He wouldn’t give up. He would find her, Sanagi Kayo. But her neck wouldn’t move. She desperately strained her eyeballs to search the boundaries of her vision, but it seemed that the girl wasn’t in her immediate vicinity.

“…till death do you part?” the foreign priest asked her in faltering Japanese.

Shit! The wedding vows, she thought, but the curse that drove her body wouldn’t break.

“…I do,” she said in a vanishing voice, eyes cast downward. She wasn’t able to seal her lips shut.

The angle of her body changed. This was his chance! She was turning to face the groom.

Finally, she spotted her. Sanagi Kayo. Somewhere she had procured a chic formal gown and was settled among the attendees, of all places. He made one final wish and signaled Kayo with her eyes. But he couldn’t see even a flicker pass over the happily smiling expression.

Finally, she lost control even over her own eyes. They were guided back to and pinned on the man in front of her.

Her kohai came closer.

It can’t be….No. No WAY. Stop! I’ll do anything – just not thaaaaaat! he thought, but not even a hint of his mind’s desperation was visible on her face.

His kohai, face tense, walked slowly toward her and then slid off her veil.

Ah…ah….aaaahhh….He was trembling with….fear? His mind certainly was, and yet how do we know if his soul was experiencing real fear? His sex had been changed, his body forced into a wedding dress, and his legs marched to a church – all the while getting a small taste of a sweet, inverted pleasure.

But yeah, it was real fear.

If he experienced this moment, of all moments, he would truly, now and forever, be a woman, body, heart, and soul…That was what his survival instincts were telling him. But he was incapable of stopping it.

The groom pushed the veil back behind her head and then lowered his face to hers. All…all of his energy was…draining away…..Her eyelids sank slowly down. No….no please….help me….

A single teardrop ran down the beautiful bride’s cheek.

Her small and ripe, cherry-like lips were touched by warm flesh.

Turned into a woman, forced into a pure white wedding dress, and then brought to a church on foot for all the world to see – and now finally, after a solemn wedding ceremony, the bride exchanged a kiss with her groom. Said groom lifted his wife (who had lost the ability to stand) into his arms like a princess, and walked out of the church with the applause of the entire crowd ringing down on him.

 

“….So, am I to understand that you idiots just stood back and watched?”

A photograph was placed in front of them. It was a studio quality photo of a newly married couple. The bride, in her white dress, was turned toward the camera and smiling happily, and not a speck of woe could be detected. The woe of formally being a man, that is.

“Please forgive us.”

The agents who’d been set to watch the perimeter had come to sit in the pews at the wedding.

“By the time we realized what was happening, it was already….”

The Chief was silent. There was no use harping on about it. They’d simply have to take their plans of hunting down Sanagi Kayo back to the drawing board. “Where is Zero 2 now?” the Chief asked his assistant.

“We received a letter of resignation today. Something about ‘pursuing a normal life together…’”

BAM! The Chief’s fist smacked down onto the table. The agents he’d called in to his office looked like they might piss themselves. “So, instead of catching Sanagi Kayo, we ended up losing two of our own…,” the Chief said to himself. “We’re done here. Now get out,” he said, dismissing the minor agents. “Coffee.”

“Yes, sir.”

When his assistant was gone, the Chief walked over to the window and paused. He made a gap in the blinds with a finger and gazed outside. “Sanagi Kayo…It looks as if the Hunters will have to take you seriously…”

The next stage of Operation: Capture Sanagi Kayo is at hand. Can Kayo-chan survive it?