A Morning Of Misrecollection

Despite every desire to sleep the day away, Momo **** herself out of bed with a strong discomfort. She felt the kind of fatigue that only comes from intense training or fighting, but her body's scratchless and it wasn't her limbs feeling drained; it was her back, rear, and... vaginal area feeling so sore. And on top of that, why isn't she wearing any underwear? A woman of her, well, "stature" going commando isn't very wise

"Urg... what happened?" Her digital clock said it was 9:15 in the morning. "That can't be right." A model student like her being late? Unheard of! But while Momo tries to embody punctuality, no one is perfect. It's being late WITH her soreness that's driving her mad.

Momo thought she might have been drunk or something, but the college doesn't allow liquor beyond certain situations, so that can't be it. And deep down, she knew it couldn't be true. She was just avoiding more... frightening answers about her night.

However, her mind was not allowing her to connect the dots. Yeah, images of last night with her and Mineta came to her head, but that was too ridiculous of an idea to be happening. Any connection to last night's fun and today's soreness was written off as a dream. The more she did that, the more comfortable she became accepting that answer. although that gave her a new conundrum: was it a bad dream or a fantasy? The images and emotions she felt were too pleasurable for her to be having a nightmare, but Mineta was no handsome prince or shining-armored knight.

This back-and-forth in her head took up her attention, allowing her to accept her version of events - that there were no events, only a dream. Unbeknownst to her, the quirk that hit her had several subtle side effects, such as her outlook and her body's ability to absorb Mineta's... well, she'd be happy she didn't know right now. But Momo's pondering on if it was a good thing or not was interupted by a knock on her door.

"Who is it?" She asked innocently.

"It's us," Ochako said with audible concern.

"you okay, right? Ribbit." Tsuyu said, in her normal tone. "It's not like you to miss a morning class."

Momo opened the door to see Mina and jiro, and to not see Toru standing between them. "Oh, don't worry," Momo says with a grin.* "I know I'm a mess, but I think I just celebrated too much last night. I feel better than I look."

"That's a relief," Toru said. "I was totally scared something awful happened."

"Well, if you want, we can go to the mall today!" Mina said with too much enthusiasm. "I bet they have a bunch of cute lite stuff on the weekend sale!"

Momo found herself smiling. "Yeah, that sounds great! We'll go." Momo closed the door, changed into her blouse and skirt, and went to join them for the second class. All of them happy as can be.

Note: This path change is because, as I said in a comment before, I'm just not a fan of the direction the story went in (I'm not a fan of mind-breaking, degradation, and the constant ****). So this is a second path that's keeping with the premise but changing a few things around for anyone interested.