Switch to Ichigo who wakes up a bit more top heavy...

“Ugh… where am I?”

Ichigo blinked himself into consciousness, for a moment not recognizing where he was. His mind felt foggy, and his entire body felt heavy, as though he had been weighed down by some invisible ****. Slowly, the scenery of the room came into focus, revealing the familiar aesthetics of a traditional Japanese-style room. Ichigo's confusion intensified as he took in the sliding doors, tatami mats, and delicate decorations, all indicating that he was in Soul Society.

Soul Society? Ichigo thought silently to himself. Confusion gnawed at his thoughts as he attempted to recall how he ended up in this unfamiliar place.

How did I get here?

With a groan, Ichigo attempted to rise from the futon he was lying on, but he froze in shock just a millisecond later. His voice sounded different. It was higher in pitch, softer, and distinctly feminine. He couldn't quite place the exact timbre, but it was certainly not his own. Panic gripped Ichigo's heart as his hand instinctively moved to his chest, and – as though in a wild dream, groped something soft, squishy, and warm. Bewildered, he looked down to find out what it was, and his breath almost came to a complete stop. For he saw there, unmistakably, cleavage and a pair of very large breasts peeking from inside his black Shinigami robes, which were hanging loosely around the chest.

And his hand was now cupping one of those breasts.

“KYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Never in his life had Ichigo ever let out a scream as high-pitched, or as loud, as that one. For a moment, he was still processing what’s happening – when he suddenly heard footsteps reverberating closer and closer outside of his door, and a split second later, the sliding door to his room had opened, revealing a very breathless Renji.

“What the hell, Matsumoto?” he demanded. He looked somewhat angry and shocked. “Why did you scream like that? You almost gave me a heart attack!” Ichigo, however, wasn’t paying attention. He was too distracted with the way Renji called him.

“Matsumoto?” he asked. “Did you just… call me Matsumoto? You mean Lieutenant Matsumoto?” as soon as those words escaped his mouth, he grabbed his throat. Fuck, he cursed inwardly. His voice was totally feminine. It seemed his dawning suspicion was right.

Renji gave him a perplexed look at his outburst of questions. “What the fuck are you saying?” he asked, as though Ichigo was somehow not right in the head. “Are you high or something? Did you just lose your senses or what?”

“No, I mean… I’m…,” Ichigo tried to find a way to explain this bizarre event to Renji. Slowly he recalled what happened before he blacked out – the wild sex with Rangiku and Yoruichi… and then Urahara put him to sleep, and then… panic seized him as he began to piece two and two together. They must have done something again with that stupid device! Just as he was about to curse at them, he found a note on the table next to him – with his name scribbled on top.

Ichigo quickly moved to grab it like there was no tomorrow, breath racing in his chest as he read it.

Dear Ichigo, that note read. This is Rangiku. If you are reading this, I know that you must be in shock now and wondering what happens to your own body. The truth is, me, Yoruichi-san, and Urahara-san decided to borrow your body for a little bit of fun in town. In return, I am letting you borrow my body for the whole day – and you are free to have fun with it as you want! You can rest assured that your body is in good hands (Yoruichi-san is inside your body now), and we will return it in perfect condition, pronto, as soon as we are done with it! Well then, have fun – and do let me know how it feels like inside my body, mmkay? Best, Rangiku.

If anything, the note seemed to produce the opposite of desired effect for Ichigo. Instead of feeling relieved that his body was supposedly in good hands, a wave of anxiety washed over him, growing with each passing moment. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Ichigo began to imagine Yoruichi, mischievous and unpredictable as she was, inhabiting his body. It was bad enough when Kon inhibited his body and did all kinds of weird things with it, but now Yoruichi too? The mere thoughts of it sent shivers down his spine. He could already envision the mischief Yoruichi would unleash, knowing her penchant for teasing and her knack for getting into outrageous situations…all while being in his body!