Investigate this new reality

Mineta picked up the magazine trying to find solace in this altered room. He said altered but really one could argue it was a parody of the world he (she?) knew. Everything was different yet the same to a degree. And for some reason he was starting to identify as a she.

Memories of Mineta’s new life pounded at his head. He was her.

He shook his head and over at the mirror, Nemuri did the same.

His stack of precious research was still there and their contents remained consistent in appreciating the female form from different angles. Mt. Lady, another woman not afraid of their charms, and the like were still cover girls of these magazines but any sign of Midnight was gone, replaced by other similarly hot people.

It was weird, as weird as how he looked right now. Mineta took a good look at himself — at Nemuri Kamaya’s face. She thought she was now Nemuri-san since he had her body but his school ID which had her face on it with the old Mineta trademark grin still had the name Mineta Minoru plastered on... It even had him gendered as a woman and not a man, which isn’t wrong in the literal sense (to prove a point, Mineta rubbed himself between the legs feeling an ache where grape junior was supposed to be) but it was weird for Mineta who five minutes ago was the most masculine man in the world. Truly.

A world without Midnight was definitely a living nightmare. But ever the optimist, Mineta knew there were silver linings.

For starters — once again he found himself in a deadlock with his reflection — he could wake up to this, everyday. Even without makeup, Midnight looked good. She looked younger too, like she was back in her rookie days. How did he know that? Well…

“These feel big but not like mega milk big.” Midnight was top heavy and she still is right now but these were firm before soft and maybe she was lacking a bit of mass in her curves. His back wasn’t aching from carrying these jugs around too and he heard how annoying that was from girls in his class and from big breasted JAV stars.

Then—

He twirled then gave his new ass a slap.

Nemuri’s ass clapped back.

“Hehehe, springy.”

Mineta guessed since HE was a young adult, the near thirty year old body of Midnight must have been altered to match his age. In fact, it wouldn’t be wrong to assume this is how Midnight looked like in her school days.

And the coup de grace — Mineta squished the two melons he grew overnight together like stress balls. When Nemuri’s hands pinched the little buttons on her chest, she felt pleasure strike into her spine. Her breath let out a coarse growl. It sounded sweet, tinted with honey, even as she tried to show aggression.

One foot rested on top of her desk, stretching the shapely legs in a sexy pose. This gave view to a valley of virility and steamy lust.

“I’m a total babe.”

Mineta thought those words but it was Nemuri’s body that spoke it. She repeated the mantra. His neurological strings pulled her head to swivel from top to bottom, often lingering at the sight of Nemuri’s bobbing boobies.

“I’ve got the whole package.”

She slapped her ass, watching the buns bounce. Perky and soft. Mineta right there realized, she never needed to research again. She was her own treasure trove of gifts.

“I’m—“

She looked at the time.

“— Gonna be late!”

But wait, what about Mineta’s parents—

“Mineta!” The door opened revealing to Mineta a doppelgänger of Midnight, though a tad older and a lot more covered. She had scraggy hair reminiscent of her old mom, Mineta’s real mom. “Quit messing around and get ready for school! You’re training to become a hero so you can’t mess this up— What are you doing?”

Her mom was staring at her, begging for an answer. What could Mineta explain? That he was busy using her own reflection as gooner fuel.

“… Uh. I was just curios about myself. You see I got this book! And it— it— changes reality! I used to be a dude but now I’m a chick. Not just any chick. It changed my body to look like THIS. I look like my teacher!” He dragged his hands top to bottom trying his best to explain the situation.

For the most part, Mineta’s mom was quiet but the unimpressed glare on her face was making Mineta form lumps in his lithe throat.

“Mineta.”

“Yes?”

His mother sighed.

“Of all my years raising you, I allowed you to explore and learn things at your pace. You’re even doing it right now and I’m not holding it against you. Why, it’s all part of growing up—“ She was taking this reasonably well. Why, Mineta noticed that subtle expression on her face even with her altered form. Then she frowned and Mineta knew for a fact that was his mother alright.

“— but there is no way I’m gonna let you tarnish your perfect attendance just so you can learn about the birds and the bees!”

Mineta’s mom pulled out Mineta’s uniform at him. She compressed it like a ball and tossed the thing like a baseball. It hit Mineta clean in the stomach.

“Hiyeeegh!”

“Now get ready for school dear.”

Mineta didn’t even bother taking his half hour long showers. He dressed up as well as he could, failed putting on a bra, picked up the book that caused all of this, and left for school.

The journal thrummed in his backpack, begging to be used again. But the many eyes now locked on, the formerly short and unpopular grape boy now a super model diva wearing a haphazardly worn uniform made, Mineta nervous on his trip to UA High.

He needed help. But from whom?

Midoriya? He was his friend and a nerd when it came to quirks. Maybe he had an idea on what was going on with Mineta.

Momo? Maybe Mineta should just accept that he’s like this and focus on more important matters: tailing the beautiful creation prodigy Yaoyoruzu Momo. Maybe they could even compare measurements? Now he normally bragged about being larger than the average (he jests) in his old body, but the only measurements he has on this new body are fan theories.

The book thrummed again, begging Mineta to write something… but why would he do that when he had just gotten his world changed? Could he write something to turn himself back?