Surprisingly well

The following afternoon, Hanta was standing on a bridge, occasionally tugging at his clothes. It hadn’t occurred to him until he got ready to meet Minetta that he didn’t really have a ‘date’ outfit. So he’d simplay grabbed the nicest shirt he could find, ran a comb through his hair and hoped for the best.

The other thing that had occurred to him way too late was that he had no way of recognizing Minetta. And the sex-note was still securely hidden back in the dorm, so now he could do nothing but wait and wonder each time a girl walked in his direction.

When Minetta actually arrived it was rather easy to recognize him, despite his -or rather her- radically different looks, just by he mixture of annoyance and embarrassment coming off her as he made a beeline for Hanta.

Hanta raised his hand in a small wave “Hi th...” “Don’t give me that!” the girl snapped, glaring up at him “What the hell did you do?”

The redhead in front of him wasn’t what Hanta had pictured when thinking about his date, (which had been basically Minetta in a frilly dress) but he couldn’t deny she was cute. She was actually a good bit taller that Minetta, but that still left her more than a head shorter than Hanta. Long orange hair framed a face which most striking feature were definitely the large violet eyes framed by black hipster glasses balanced on a cute button nose. And even with her mouth set in a scowl her face still looked more adorable than intimidating.

The same could be said for her outfit as well. It was a far cry from the cute dress Hanta had instinctively imagined, that much was sure. And yet, the combo of army boots, cargo shorts and a metal-shirt under a fur lined jacket might have looked tough on someone else. But on her they somehow emphasized her petite frame; especially with the jacket being a size too big and slipping down to expose her shoulders.

“Hey. Stop staring and tell me what you did.” the girl demanded again, fidgeting slightly under his attention.

“I will. Calm down.”

“Calm down?” she gave him an indignant look “I am a freaking chick.”

“And I will explain everything to you. “Hanta assured her ” Just, maybe here’s not the bast place. “ their apparent lovers-quarrel had already drawn the attention of a few passerbys. Hanta pointed to a bench standing a bit further downstream “How about we sit down over there. ”

The redhead gave him a suspicious look, but finally gave in with a curt nod and strode towards the bench. Hanta was very concious of how they must look like a couple looking for a more secluded spot. And Mietta probably did so too, because when Hanta tried to catch up to her she sped up a bit to keep some distance between them.

“So? You owe me and explanation.” Minetta declared after plopping down on the bench.

And so Hanta told him about the Sex Note and how it worked.

“So you got a Magic Book that could have all he hotties of UA line up to beg you to date them, and instead you choose to do ” Minetta gestured towards himself “ this.”

“Well it’s not just about getting a date. I also need to find someone to test the Note with, and ” Hanta looked away slightly “ well… the note being what it is … things will get a bit... perverted. So it made a certain amount of sense to... well y’know … you kind of are the biggest pervert in class…. ” Hanta trailed off for a moment at he realized how this probably sounded, and when he glanced over to Minetta the shocked look on her face told him he was right “That’s NOT what this date is about! Not at all!” he quickly assured him “I just wanted to hang out. Just hang out. Only with you being a girl. I wanted to see how it goes, before talking how to go from there, you know. I wasn’t planning on doing anything perverted. Honestly, I’m not even sure I’d want to.”

If Hanta had not been too caught up in his own worries he might have noticed the hurt look that crossed Minettas face at the last statement. And that one wasn’t even the Sex Notes influence either. Nobody likes to be told to their face that they aren’t fuckable, but with Minetta that statement hit him right in his insecurities. And for just a moment an idea appeared in Minorus mind <I’ll show you just how fuckable I can be.>

Normally the thought might have faded, just as quickly as it formed. Instead it lingered at the back of his mind nourished by the magic of the Note, because there was something Hanta had overlooked. Namely that the very first rule was “The person who's name is written in this book will be made to have sex.”. He hadn’t even bothered to specify that the boy turned girl would be attracted to him, since he hadn’t really thought beyond doing ‘date-stuff’ like eating ice-cream in a café, visiting the aquarium, watching a sunset together and whatever else people in Manga did when they went on a first date.

But thanks to Rule No. 1 the Sex Note was encouraging whatever part of Minorus personality would help the newly minted girl develop a very keen interest in switching the genre of this date from Romcom to Hentai.

And since Hanta had written the safety net would come into play if he actively tried to cross someone’s boundaries, the Note was still perfectly happy to help any unintended erotic consequences of his entries along.

“Is that so?” Minoru gave the other boy a suspicious look, before visibly forcing himself to relax “Well in that case I suppose I’ll play along for a bit. I am stilll not happy about the whole , being a girl part, but I sorta get why you did it. I’ll need some time to process this anyway, we might as well kill some time.” he hopped of the bank and gave Hanta a slightly **** smile “So? Where to?”

Neither of the two had any experience dating, and it showed in the way they spent the next two hours milling rather aimlessly around the park and the nearby shopping district, trying to find something fun to do.

But even if it was a bit lackluster as dates went, it wasn’t nearly as awkward as either had feared. As time went by Minorus anxiety about being a girl in public lessened a bit. And Minettas increasingly relaxed attitude helped a lot to smooth Hantas worries if Minetta would actually hate him if he hadn’t specified he couldn’t be truly mad at Hanta.

The final straw that made Hanta decide that he could stop worrying about that, was when Minetta told him “You know, if this is really supposed to be a date you shouldn’t be so formal.”

“Ok, Haru-chan.” Hanta tried on for size. “Is that better?”

His date just nodded “ Yeah, that feels more appropriate.” much to Hantas relief. Proving the entry Hanta had added this morning as a harmless experiment had worked as intended: “For the duration of todays date Minoru Minetta will belief his name is Haruka Hirohashi. Minetta will not notice this change. ”

And now that Hanta had stopped fretting, he started to truly notice that the girl walking around with him was indeed very cute. Yes it was a bit weird that it was Mintta on the inside, but if he didn’t think about it too hard he could still enjoy his first taste of going on a date with a cute girl.

Of course, like with most teenage guys, Hantas sidelong glances weren’t remotely as subtle as he thought. And Haruka knew from personal experience what was going through Hantas head whenever his eyes dipped downward or lingered on his dates face. Or when some passerby did that.

It felt really really weird, for guys to look at Haruka like that. But at the same time, after years of nobody showing any interest whatsoever, it also felt vaguely flattering. Even if it came from the complete wrong half of the population.

So Haruka decided he might as well ignore Hanta stealing the occasional glance. Haruka would do the same in his position after all. But at the same time he didn’t want to Hanta to actually start thinking of him as a girl. Something he resolved in the most Minetta way possible: “Man, I could totally see down her shirt.” Haru whispered to Hanta once the waitress who had brought them dessert was out of earshot. “Looking like a girl has it’s perks after all.”

The lecherous comment, just like all the other ones Haruka had made since the date began, reminded Hanta once again that -cute new face or not – it was still UAs biggest pervert joining him in this café. It was yet another thing this date differed from the one had had imagined yesterday. But while he found Minettas constant lechery grating, it somehow felt different when the same dirty thoughts were mouthed by a cute girl.

“Glad you are enjoying it.” Hanta replied.

“Yeah. Well I am not entirely disliking it.” Haruka admited grudingly “Don’t missunderstand. I’m just saying being a girl has it’s moments. Like I swear this tastes better as a girl.” she added after taking another bite of her crepe.

“It would make sense if your tastebuds changed along with everything else.” Hanta agreed “And I have been wondering: why are you wearing glasses? Are you…”

“My eyes are fine. ” Haruka assured him “These are fake.” she clarified after taking another bite out of her crepe. “This girl looks a lot better with glasses, so I bought them on imulse.”

While Hanta was trying to figure out if he should compliment Haruka or not, she took another bite of her crepé ad groused “Seriously man, if you had to have me grow boobs out of the blue why did you have to make them stop at mosquito bites.”

“Soo you wanted to end up more girly?” Hanta asked cautiously.

“I didn’t really want to be a girl in the first place.” Haruka clarified “But if I have to be one, it could at least be a hot one. I’m not saying touching myself in the changing room wasn’t….” Haruka trailed of as he realized he’d said a bit too much. “ Or you could have at least hooked me up with a cool quirk. the new one kind of sucks. ”

Hanta almost chocked on his coffee at the casual remark. “Your new quirk?” he asked once he recovered from his coughing fit. Of course in hindsight, Haruka obviously lacked Minettas sticky hairballs. something that would have definitely counted as ‘family resemblance’.

“Wait,” Haruka sounded taken aback “You didn’t know about that?”

Hantas expression was answer enough.

“Well like I said. It kinda sucks. All it does is “ he thought of the best way to describe it ” It is a bit like a status-window like in a video-game. Only not really. But how about we go Karaoke next? Get us a private booth? I’ll explain on the way.”

That was actually a pretty smart idea Hanta had to admit. Their booth offered some privacy but it wasn’t exactly private.

Haruka talked a bit about her quirk as the pair made it’s way to the Karaoke-place and it really did sound a bit lackluster. It wasn’t an actual status-window but she could call up various stats of a person like weight, height, age, fitness and a few other things. It got very detailed with her own body almost like having a mental mirror (which had apparently been a huge help when trying to guess which clothes were her size). Hanta was the person the Quirk gave the second most detailed reading on, the most important being a sense for his location making it easy for Haruka to find him. Anyone else she had to ‘scan’ by looking at them while the details slowly trickled in.

The Quirk might have had some hidden depths (Identification was usually an OP-skill in Isekai after all), but at first glance it was even less flashy than Minettas old quirk.

Discussing the quirk and the discovery that the Sex Note could give peole new quirks marked the end of the pair actually treating the evening as a trial-date and started figuring out where to go from there.

But as it turned out they had very different ideas how to figure that out.

Hantas plan had been to find some sport where they could talk without being overheard and then discuss the pros and cons together with Haruka.

Haruka had already weighed the pros and cons during the evening. With his usual antics it was easy to overlook that UAs greatest pervert was surprisingly good at strategizing when push came to shove.

His shoulder-devil was urging Haruka to claim the Sex note for himself. his Angel was advocating helping Hanta out. And to do either he would need to stay involved. Which he could not do if he didn’t remember the Sex Note tomorrow morning.

Most of all he didn’t want to remain shunned by girls for the rest of his life. He wanted to stop being just a side-character perpetually in the shadow of Todoroki, Midoriya and Bakugo. Just once he wanted people to llok at him with admiration. And the Sex Note was the key. And even if Haruka could convince Hanta to let him stay a part of this without becoming a girl, he had a pretty good idea how whatever girl Hanta wanted to involve would react to his presence.

So he had kept asking himself as he spent time with Hanta: Was this really so bad? and the answer he came up with was: No. A bit humiliating and strange? Yes. But Haruka had never been pproud of his body, if anything he had been mildly annoyed at it. That definitely didn’t mean he wanted to be a girl, but on the other hand it didn’t feel like a tremendous loss to see another face in the mirror.

So there was only real question remaining in Harukas mind when they entered the Karaoke-booth.

“Do you want to see my boobs?”

“Err… what!?”

“If I agree to be your test subject, the book will make me do more than just hold hands right?” Haruka slipped out of the jacket and threw it on the couch “So, do you want to see them? I mean they aren’t much, but one of the few perks today was getting to look at them without anyone trying to hit me.” Haruka gripped the hem of her shirt and started lifting it without breaking eye contact with Hanta “And I’d rather not wear panties for a week before one of us chickens out when things get interesting.”

“Are you sure?” Hanta sked, noticing that despite the cocky grin, Haruka was starting to blush.

Instead of answering Haruka whipped the shirt over her head, revealing that she hadn’t bothered shopping for a bra. “I’m not a girl on the inside. So take a good look. ” her gaze dropped down to her own chest and her grin took on a lecherous note “I definitely will. In fact…” Haruka lifted a hand to cup her chest “.. I’ll do much more than that.”

This wasn’t going the way Hanta had planned AT ALL. But he wasn’t complaining. That is, he almost protested out of sheer reflex, but thought better of it at the last second. The situation had passed ‘normal’ hours ago, so there was no real sense in clinging to normal etiquette. (Besides, if he said anything he might not get to see a naked girl doing R-rated things.)

So he just watched Haruka fondle her breasts, before undoing the button of her shorts and tossing those aside two, shortly after followd y a pair of cheap cotton panties.

Hanta took an instinctive step closer to get a better view of the Seeing the unkempt reddish curls between Harukas legs and the slit beneath.

“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it?” Haruka sounded almost as excited as Hanta was. “I didn’t really have the the courage to actually touch anything back in the stores changing room.” Haruka admitted. “But now…”

Harukas free hand drifted to her groin and she shuddered as she ran a finger gingerly through the hair before going down a little.

Hanta meanwhile was aching to push his hand down his own underwear, as he watched Haruka explore her body.

Haruka had alredy looked at his groin in the dressing-room mirror back when she bought the outfit so he knew exactly what Hanta was seeing. It was just the kind Haruka prefered, with the outer lips closed, completely hiding the inner lips inside. It was the type of pussy he had masturbated to the most over the years, minus the hairs. But this wasn't a smutty manga. This was real and it was Harukas, and she could actually touch it. Run a finger along the outer lip. The sensation made Haruka shudder but he kept his hand there, lightly stroking the soft skin and taking in the sensation it returned. He tried to put a finger into it but realized he couldn't... for now this was as far as he could bring himself to go.

Having Hanta watch him as he stroked his own groin should have been a huge turnoff. But it wasn’t. For one, this body really didn’t feel like it belonged to Haruka. It belonged to some random girl, and Haruka just happened to be in control of it. And while he wasn’t interested in Hanta, knowing he was turning someone on added SOMETHING to the experience. But for the most part Haruka tried to blend the other guy out. Harukas increasing arousal however came from feeling up a girl to his hearts content and the foreign sensations the body sent him as it was felt up, creating a bit of a feedback loop in the process. And that was before the new quirk added fuel to the flame by offering very vivid pictures whenever Haruka tried to imagine what he must look like doing this.

Hanta meanwhile had decided not to ruin the moment by asking any questions and shoved a hand down his trouser as discreetly as he could. and much to his relief Haruka just closed her eyes instead of complaining. Hanta hadn’t expected Haruka to accept girlhood so easily when he wrote those entries the day before, but the hearts had been right Minetta might really by a suitable if unconventional choice for a girlfriend. He’d certain keep things ..interesting if today was any indication. The date hadn’t been nothing like Hanta had expected but it had definitely been fun.

Of course Haruka hadn’t really embraced girlhood or thought about this in terms of becoming Hantas girlfriend. For him going on that date and stripping in front of Hanta had been about testing if he could deal with being a guinea pig for a while. That he would be a girl and have to do a few risque things with Hanta present was just an unfortunate side-effect to be dealt with.

With a in-the-flesh girl touching herself in front of him, it didn’t take Hanta only a few minutes until he let out a groan and had to hurry off to the bathroom to clean the mess.

When he came back Haruka was already half dressed again. “I’ll do it.” he declared “But there are a few conditions.”