So there she was. Minding her own business. Also known as “the time stuff starts happening you didn’t ask for,” which meant she was actually paying a good deal of attention to her surroundings. Normally she’d find herself wandering into a fight or something. An idiot throwing his weight around, picking on someone smaller than them and forcing her to walk up behind them, put her hand on their shoulder, make them look up and suddenly they had all sorts of fear put right into them.
You know. Something like what was happening just over there. Buncha thugs wearing goofy masks, cornering some weed. Looked like they were trying to threaten money out of him. How typical. Makoto rolled her eyes and strode onwards towards the scene, loudly clearing her throat when she got there.
“Hey, babe,” one of the thugs said, looking down at her. Down at her? How unusual. These thugs were pretty tall if they towered over here. “We’ll be with you in a moment. Just gotta finish with this idiot first.” He made the mistake of reaching out to brush her cheek, and so she responded by grabbing his wrist and twisting. He flipped over onto the ground pretty damn hard, and his friends stared for a second before making their own move.
They tried to grab her from either side, but they’d left themselves open to a knee to the midsection (though her skirt got in her way for some reason, meaning she’d pulled it a little more than she meant to) for one and a backward headbutt that clipped the other guy’s jaw. Makoto took another step forward, and stepped on her skirt. The only reason she didn’t tumble over was her own coordination keeping her up.
Hang on. Why was her skirt so low to the ground? She looked down and exclaimed, “Oh, what is this?!” while the thugs gathered themselves up and slowly approached.
“Well now, a tough little chick, ain’t she?”
“Shame she’s wearing clothes too big for her!”
“Yeah! Can’t be easy moving in a skirt like that, huh?”
The annoying part was, they were right about that. She was still as strong as ever but for some reason she seemed to have shrunk down a fair amount. If it came down to it, she could still kick their asses but this damn skirt was just gonna get in the way.
So Makoto did the only reasonable and rational thing that she could do under the circumstances. It was kinda embarrassing, but given her options it was the best one available to her: She shrugged and ditched the skirt. The thugs whistled in obvious lust, then they groaned in pain when she kicked them each one by one in the face.
“Th-thank you!” the would-be victim cried, giving her a short bow before running off. Shame. He was kinda cute, and honestly a little bit taller than her now. Well. Whatever. She wasn’t gonna wander through the streets without a skirt or anything. Instead, probably best for her to try and figure out what the hell was going on.
Maybe Ami would know? If nothing else, she might be able to figure out something. Girl was a genius, and all that…
Makoto nodded her head, and took a step forward - And almost fell over on the spot. The hell? What just happened to her balance? She had been fine earlier on, so what had -
She goggled straight ahead, not even needing to look down to see it. Before the change, she had always considered herself a tall and busty girl, but now not only was she short but - She clasped at her chest and gasped. It seemed as though her transformation was not finished yet! She could feel her chest expanding outwards, and it was completely absurd! Even though she’d shrunk in height, even though she was much smaller now than she was a few minutes ago, her shirt was being pulled well above her navel by her increased bust!
By the time the change was done, Makoto was panting and leaning against a wall for support. Her bra had long since snapped and her shirt still barely fit, but only jusy. Right. It was lucky that this didn’t happen before or during that fight, or something terrible might have happened just now…
“Got to speak with Ami,” she said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the odd feelings beginning to course through her far too large breasts. “She’ll know what to do.”
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So there she was, minding her own business. That business happened to involve relaxing in a cafe, and doing her absolute best to look completely adorable. She had picked out her favourite outfit, just the cutest white blouse with a bright yellow skirt that she knew would draw the male eye.
“This is the life,” she said to herself, taking the time to wink at a boy she’d caught staring at her. He turned away and blushed. Minako giggled. Maybe if she felt like it, she’d flirt with him a little bit later on…
“You have got to be kidding me!” a voice loudly declared.
Minako straightened up and looked around for the source, quickly finding her. A very stylish woman, very rich looking. Sunglasses on her face, a suit that looked like it had been woven from money with little star-shaped buttons all over it. She was also very angry, and yelling into a mobile phone.
“What do you mean food poisoning?!” the woman yelled down the phone. “Well! Isn’t that just great! Our supposed brand new sensation is spending her evening tossing chunks because of a bad bit of meat! What sort of idiots are you, letting her have that?! I don’t care! What are we supposed to do now?!” the woman asked furiously. She rubbed her temples in frustration for a long time, just listening to the voice on the other end of the phone telling her only they knew what.
“Alright. Fine! Fine! I’ll be there as soon as I can. Honestly! I’m on my way,” she finally said, storming off towards the exit. But Minako’s gaze fell upon a certain something she had forgotten. Her bag!
“Excuse me!” she yelled across the cafe. “You dropped this! Miss! You dropped your bag!”
It was a strange thing, but the woman’s gaze softened a little as soon as she saw Minako approaching with the bag. The anger and frustration turned into something else entirely. A critical eye, almost. She took the bag back with one hand, and used the other to cup Minako’s chin, forcing her to look first left and then right. “Interesting,” the woman said. “Have you ever thought about performing? I think you’d do quite well for yourself as an idol.”
“An… Idol?” Minako asked, her head suddenly beginning to swim. “Me?”
“Yes, you! Hrm. I like the outfit you’re wearing. It makes you look like a Goddess of Beauty. Ah! Of course. Aphrodite. We’ll use that as a false middle name. Say it for me, would you?”
“Uh… Minako Aphrodite Aino?”
“Perfect, at least in terms of image. If you can sing worth a damn, you’ll go for miles. Come on. Fame and fortune and all that.”
Huh. It was strange, but she thought it would take a little bit more than that. Just like that. Just like that she’d been discovered out of the blue. It felt like some weird dream come to life or like a wish had been granted. But hey! Who was she to say no when opportunity knocks?
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Meanwhile, halfway across town, Ami Mizuno was basking in the sunlight. It was such a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky, a gentle breeze to ensure it didn’t stay too warm, and plenty of cute guys for her to tease as she strode along towards -
Where was she going again? Ami stopped and tapped her lips in a thoughtful manner. Or at least it looked like a thoughtful manner. Who could tell what was going through her head just then? Ami looked all around her with a furrowed brow and a smile, before her gaze fell upon a bookstore. A bookstore! Having a sale, no less! Without hesitation Ami skipped off towards the door and entered the shop with a loud and friendly “Hello!”
“Um… Hi?” greeted the cute guy at the counter. Ami immediately went into flirt mode, biting her lip and striding forward in a manner that would deliberately make her skirt swish in an eye-catching manner while her back was straightened so that her chest thrust out. A real feast for the eyes, calculated down to the last inch of her body language to be as sexy and seductive as possible. By the time she was in front of him, leaning over so that he could (and did) peer at her cleavage down her blouse, the boy was practically drooling.
“Hi there, handsome,” Ami said, reaching out to lift his jaw and shut his mouth. “Sooo, what sorta books you got on sale today?”
“Oh, all sorts!” he said, seeming quite grateful for something he could talk about without making him seem like an idiot. “What sort of books do you like?”
“Oh, all sorts!” Ami said. “Why don’t I take a look around, while you look around me?”
He nodded a little bit, not really listening to a word she said. God, it felt so good to have this kind of effect on someone. She turned around, looking over her shoulder to give him a quick smile, and then performed a brief mental calculation taking into consideration factors such as their relative heights, the fabric her skirt was made from, the temperature, humidity and so on. From this she performed a terribly complex calculation in the same amount of time it took for a typical person to decide what to have for breakfast, and then she walked in what she had internally mathematically proven to be the most seductive manner of walking available to her under the conditions. She didn’t need to look back to know that he was staring. She simply knew for a fact.
Ami stopped at the nearest bookshelf and lazily scanned the book titles for something she hadn’t already read. She giggled a little. What did she feel like today? It looked like she was in the fantasy section, but the funny thing was she didn’t really feel like diving into a fantasy world. Not when she could make some fantasies. She bent over to the bottom shelf and took tremendous satisfaction in hearing the cutie at the counter make the cutest noise. She reached out for the book, and -
And what was she doing again? Ami frowned. Let’s see. She was in a bookstore, bending over to pick up a book. Which book was it again that had caught her attention? Honestly, none of these titles looked particularly interesting. She shrugged and pulled out one of them at random, then nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard something completely unexpected! Her communicator!
“Um, hello?” she said, twirling around a stray strand of hair in her finger.
“Ami!” Makoto said. “Where are you right now? I need help!”
“Bookshop,” she said cheerily. “Uh, one second. Where are we exactly?”
The really cute shopkeeper quipped an address back to her, which Ami parroted back into the communicator, but she didn't really pay any attention to that at all because she was thinking about how she really ought to be flirting with that guy again. The way he was staring at her made her feel soooo hot!
“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Makoto said. “Listen, it’ll probably be a bit of a shock, try not to be too surprised. I don’t know what happened, and I need you to figure it out!”
“Okie dokie!” Ami said.
“… Are you feeling alright?”
“Never better! See you soon! Love and kisses, bye for now!”
The call ended, and Ami suddenly had a few minutes to kill before Makoto arrived. Oh, but that girl was so fine. Hanging out with her was definitely something Ami would be able to do. But she had a little time to kill first, which meant she could spend some time with that cute guy on counter. Let’s see now, if she walked something like this then it would be the absolutely most arousing natural-seeming walk she would be capable of under the given conditions…
- Minako learns that being an idol isn’t exactly what she thought.
- Usagi arrives at Ami’s for an “interesting reason”, confused about why she’s there with a telescope and a chart of the night’s sky.
- Ami flirts with the cute shopkeeper, and one of them makes a wish.
- Makoto arrives at the shop, and can’t stop flirting with Ami.
- One of the other senshi notices something odd going on.
- Something else
Fun :3
ReplyDeleteDo you mean "why is her skirt so low" instead of short though for Makoto's thoughts while shrinking?