Turn the Tables on the Girls: They are now the Perverts

Musing over this miracle tomb, Mineta's head was exploding with possibilities. He could make himself the body of an Olympic god or make girls find him irresistible. Change the girls' uniforms into bikinis.

It wasn't lost on him that all of the ideas were centralising around the theme of him getting it on with girls. He could actually do something good or noble, like an aspiring hero should, but he couldn't escape from the no-good gutter of lasciviousness. Mineta couldn't help that, though. That was just him. The Pervert.

He couldn't help it, sometimes. If only they knew what it was like, being so hormonal and pent-up, but knowing that no hottie would ever head a 3 ft grape boy in return. It kind of pissed him off; he could imagine all of his friends, especially the girls, looking down their noses at him as they lecture him on how irresponsible and sick he was. He both loved and hated himself, sometimes.

If they only knew... Maybe that could be his first change.

With trembling fingers, fueled only by his frustration, he wrote out a suitable **** for his friends. He was sure it wasn't anything bad, of course. Just a little lesson in what it felt like to be him.

"For the next 72 hours, the scales of perversion will be inverted. The most perverted individual will become the least perverted individual and vice versa. However, a girl will always be more perverted than a guy."

Mineta checked. It was a Friday morning, so that meant that this rule would stay in effect for the whole school day, and the subsequent weekend, ending at exactly... 8:09 AM next Monday.

Now one question remained. Was everyone going to be aware or unaware of the effect during those 72 hours?