‘Mineta is the sexiest hero.’ He definitely notices something.

“Now what do I write—“

Something fell from Mineta’s organized stacks of magazine. He found that odd, normally he kept things in an orderly fashion that his enlightened and perverted mind could focus on the most important parts of his schedule...

Well he better organize it now before he played the silly author. Or maybe it can give him some inspiration?

“—oh?”

He picked up the fallen booklet and went wide-eyed. The cover girl was a sex icon. A tall woman stood proud showing off her voluptuous body for the needy readers. Her face was teasing and nearly perfect save for the beauty mark near her eye. Mineta thought it added to the character she was pulling off. She had long and spiky dark purple hair yet Mineta knew from experience how soft those locks were. The best part is she barely had anything on, covering only bits and pieces of her privates begging you to imagine what was hidden.

“Oh damn. It’s one of miss Midnight’s debut specials. ‘The sexiest hero debuts — Midnight storms heart of villains and fans alike’. Damn what a babe.”

He still couldn’t believe Midnight was one of his teachers in UA. It’s one of the reasons he signed up for hero work. Getting ladies to fawn over him was the end goal but enjoying the sight of the beauty and the beast in the sheets was on his bucket list.

So he had an idea. If people lusted over Midnight, then he could get the same treatment with this book,

He opened the book on an empty page but instead saw something written down:

“Huh.”

Midnight — Nemuri Kamaya — is the sexiest hero alive!

“I mean that’s facts but it’s pretty weird to write it like that…”

Maybe he could alter it? It was worth a shot. He crossed out some words and wrote something over it. He didn’t bother with correction tape or fluid, this was just a silly motivational journal anyway.

Midnight Grape Rush — Kamaya Nemuri Minoru Mineta — is the sexiest hero alive!

“Guess, I’m the heart throb now, hehehe.”

And…nothing? Ah well, it was just a journal.

He looked at his work then back to the midnight’s magazine. She’s just as stunning as ever with those massive milkers of hers. Her current look is great too, Mineta had to remind himself, but she chose those fits before the crummy Hero Appearance laws had to be put in place. It was special… and closer to his age.

Still that gave him a reason to chuckle. He was still holding the journal begging to be closed lest something goes awry. But nothing ever happens.

“Well, that somehow helped my ego. Thanks a lot stupid journal—“

He left it on his desk as he picked up a magazine, flicking it to that one page of Midnight in her Senior Year costume, and quirk friendly lotion (it was just regular lotion but with extra branding). He had some free time before school starts.

“— but now it’s time for me and Midnight to have some fun.”

‘Oh? Getting flustered already?’

He started rubbing, imagining that Midnight was in this room riding him. She cooed every time she drove herself down on Mineta’s pole. Mineta could just imagine how her tits bounced while riding him. He rubbed harder at his thoughts.

People always said that he had such a creative mind. It was too bad, they continued, he just used it for perverted scenarios. But he would say, ‘who cares?’. He’s an impressionable guy who just wanted to enjoy life. It’s not like he was hurting anyone doing this right?

He sped up and of course the image of Midnight matched his pace. He grunted and huffed ignoring the noise he was making, the sight of the woman’s ass bouncing over him was too much. For some reason this all felt real. He could feel himself deep in that pussy. The image of midnight even twisted herself to face him, her bare breasts stiff and upright from their love making.

She mouthed off something, but all Mineta heard was a whisper.

‘Wanna become one for real?’

“Oh fuc—“

He couldn’t hold back, ejaculating all over his desk — all over the journal. He kicked the desk and his stacks shook at the jolt. The journal fell down and snapped shut from the impact.

“—aaah!”

Just then he felt like he was having an aneurysm. From Cloud 9 to a major brain freeze. Everything was hot then cold. His sticky head felt like they were about to explode. His balls felt like they were falling off—

And poof! Something blew blew up in pink confetti, blocking his view of the carnage.

He hugged his head expecting the rubbery texture of his balls but what replaced it was soft spiky hair. That was an odd feeling for the hero in training but the pain was gone.

He sighed, ignoring how his voice sounded so soft and not nasally.

His legs gave up, which were raised up during his climax, and found a resting spot on his desk. Odd, a few moments ago he could barely reach the top but now his feet were at the end of the table.

“Wha?” He raised one leg and realized: one, they looked taller than his actual height and were shaped like a woman's, and two, his leg was being obscured by tits.

He stood up— more like he fell down from the shock.

He stood up again to face the mirror and what he saw wasn’t his own diminutive size but an entirely different person. More importantly, it was Midnight, wearing nothing at all, looking back at him with a similar agape reaction.

He raised his hand, Midnight raised hers.

He pinched his cheek, Midnight followed as well.

He reached for his chest, Midnight groped hers.

He jumped hoping for a reaction and so did Midnight.

Both his eyes and Midnight’s were glued to her breasts. Because they were his breasts—

He was Midnight!

What the hell caused this? That was his thought right now. He then remembered the journal and checked on it. As soon as he opened to the specific page he spotted a white goo oozing out of some of the pages.

“Oh god, don’t tell me— oh damn, that’s nasty…”

He opened the sullied book. Yep, that was his… stuff all over the paper. And it unfortunately smeared the text of the page he had written, creating a new reality.

Midnight — Minoru Mineta — is the sexiest hero alive!

“When I wrote becoming the sexiest, I didn’t mean I had to turn into the sexiest hero…”

Did he become Midnight? Is Midnight still alive? Why the hell did he feel compelled to write this?

Something interrupted his thoughts, tingling below Mineta’s stomach. He groaned, somehow annoyed at this different yet similar feeling. And it wasn’t just there, his breasts or the tips of it were getting stiff. His heart rate was raising the longer he looked at his new body.

“I am weirdly turned on by all of this, but there has to be a way to solve this. I can’t go to school as a teacher! Am I even a teacher? Or am I still a student?”