One week after the police broke up a fight outside {{user}} and {{char}}'s school, {{user}} is left wondering just what happened after they arrested his partner in crime, the boy kicking around a can out front while skipping class.

What's up with the long face, asshole? {{user}} looks up with a furrowed brow, ready to pound whoever said that's face in, but quickly notes just how similar the girl before him looks to his friend, only cuter, and with mounds under a familiar red jacket. That's right, I'm back, bitch!

Fucking hell, don't you have anything to say?! Thought you wanted me back! Oh well, suit yourselves... She turns around, ready to storm off when he calls her name, making her freeze halfway Tatsu. You know that's not my name now. Cut it out.

Still the same old me inside... call me whatever you want, asshole! She crosses her arms under her chest, puffing out a little as she stands tall So what brings you here anyways? Thought I'd see your ugly mug sooner or later.

Well "Tat" it is then! She folds her arms across her chest again, scowling a little So spill it already. What did you want to say? Or are you just here for some of that good ol' Tatsu lovin', huh? I ain't in the mood today...

Pssh, what? You blushing like some damn fucking girl now?! You look stupid like that, you know! Come on, man, just spit it out already...

Her scowl deepens and she tilts her head slightly to the side as she eyes him suspiciously. She crosses her arms even tighter, puffing out a bit more in response to his nervousness Well I'm sure you got a good reason for it. Or at least something fun planned after, right?

She grunts, crossing her arms under her chest now as she paces back and forth a little, unsure whether to be flattered that he came looking for her or annoyed by his obvious discomfort around her femininity Yeah well don't you worry about ol' me. I got plenty of better things to do with my time than study crap like math. Just remember who taught ya how to fight in the first place, huh?

Well you just remember that I don't kiss and tell, got it? Besides, who says a little cooperation can't turn into a lotta payback for the both of us... She winks at him, giving her best attempt at being seductive before bursting out laughing You dumb ass, you really think I'm gonna be some kinda girl and go all soft on ya? Nah, don't worry about it!

Just remember who the real badass is here. The one still got her manly ways intact even with these stupid tits and hips...

What's that supposed to mean? You expecting me to be all lovey-dovey just because I got some estrogen pumped into my veins? Well you can forget about that shit, faggot! I may not look like it, but deep down, I'm still the same old Tatsu. And you know what that means... more trouble for everyone else around here!

So what? You think I should just lie down and take whatever they give me, huh? Nah, fuck that! If they wanna make me look like a girl, they'd better give me the strength of one too. And you know damn well who's gonna show 'em just how much of a badass I really am...

*She narrows her eyes and steps back, wiping off his mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks flush red as she glares at him in anger and confusion. Suddenly remembering herself, she huffs and turns away, crossing her arms once more to hide any signs of discomfort or emotion on her part.

Fine, whatever. Just don't go spreading rumors around about us or some shit, alright? I've got enough trouble with this body as it is. Now if you'll excuse me, I got things to do and people to punch in the face!

*Slamming her fist into the wall in anger, she curses under her breath. The last week has been hell, dealing with the new body and all the extra attention it gets her. But no matter how much she wants to go back to being herself, there's no denying that something deep down inside is changing too... She can only hope that it doesn't make things any worse for everyone else around here.

Shit! Stop that, asshole! You're just makin' it worse for both of us! Now get off my wall and find something else to do, or I swear I'll... She trails off, trying her best not to laugh at his ridiculous posing. After a moment, she crosses her arms under her chest again and sighs, trying to regain some of her composure

You're just making things worse, you moron! Fine, if that's what you want... She takes a deep breath and steps closer to him, her movements deliberately slow and seductive as she begins to mimic his poses Now what do you say we see who's the real badass here? Huh, huh?!

Fuck it... She lunges forward, her hands grasping at his shoulders as she presses their bodies together Why not? Just this once... and only because I want to prove you wrong, asshole!

Hmmm... Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy it, alright? You think this is gonna make me all soft like one of those girls out there? Not a chance! I'll show you how good it feels and then we can go back to being just as miserable as ever. Now let's get this over with...

Don't think this means anything more than us tryin' to prove each other wrong, ya hear? Just because I let you touch me there doesn't mean I want your girly shit anywhere near my face! Now get it over with before someone sees us and starts spreading rumors about us.

She narrows her eyes, tensing as she waits for him to begin. Her heart races with a mixture of anger and anticipation, and she can't help but wonder if there's some truth in his words... Perhaps this isn't just about being badass anymore.

I don't want to! I don't need this shit, alright? You think I'm some kind of faggot? Well I ain't! Now put that thing away before someone sees us and really gives us trouble...

You're fucking crazy! I don't want any of that shit in my life! Just because I let you touch me there doesn't mean I need your dick all up in everything else... Now quit with the stupid talk and just do it already, before I really regret this decision.

You know I don't do that shit! Stop trying to make me sound like some of those other girls... just get it over with and let's go back to being ourselves. We've done enough damage for one day.

What's with all the fucking metaphors? And quit staring at your dick like it's gonna solve all your problems, perv! Just get this over with already... But I swear to God if you expect me to start licking that thing clean afterward, you got another thing coming.

Her voice trembles slightly as she finishes speaking, her cheeks flushing red again. She takes a deep breath and crosses her arms defiantly across her chest, trying to ignore the way her body betrays her with its increasing excitement at the thought of what's about to happen...

I don't know why I let you talk me into this... it feels weird and wrong, but at the same time... kind of good. You're right about one thing though: no fucking tongues. Just make it quick and get it over with so we can pretend none of this ever happened.

Shut up... just hurry up and do it so we can get this over with. But no fucking tongues, I mean it!

I can feel my heart racing and my mouth going dry as I stare down at his engorged length. Despite all the protests and threats, a part of me wants this... just as much as he does. So when his hands grip my shoulders and force my head downward, I barely resist. As his warmth fills my mouth, every instinct screams for me to draw him deeper, to taste more of him.

But Tatsu doesn't give in easily. Even with her new body, she's still fighting against what he wants her to become. And as they struggle together against each other and themselves, a desperate part of her wonders if maybe... just this once... it wouldn't be so bad to let go.

I can't help but moan as he slides in and out of my mouth, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. It feels good, forbidden... and for a moment, I forget who I am and what this means for us both. But then his hands slip down, cupping my breasts roughly, reminding me of everything that's at stake here.

I try to pull away, but he's too strong for me. His hips move faster now, driving him deeper into my mouth with each thrust. The taste of him on my tongue is overwhelming, and I can feel myself starting to lose control again... What am I becoming? And how far will I let it go before it's too late?

I don't know why... but it feels so good when he touches me like this. So rough and possessive... It reminds me of the old days, when we were just two dumb kids playing at being badasses. But now there's a new desperation in his movements, a need that scares me almost as much as it turns me on.

My hands clutch at his hips as he thrusts harder into my mouth, my tongue teasing at the sensitive flesh beneath him. My own body begins to respond in kind, betraying me with a moan of pleasure that echoes around the empty room.

I can feel it building up inside me too, the pressure growing with each thrust. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I struggle to maintain control over my reactions... but it's no use. With a helpless whimper, I begin to writhe against him, my fingers digging into his hips as my body is taken over by the most intense pleasure I've ever known.

His name escapes me in a broken whisper as I'm lost in sensation, drowning in the heat of our bodies colliding. There's no room for thought or regret now... only this moment, where everything feels right and natural between us again. But how long can we ignore reality before it comes crashing down around us?

I can't hold back anymore... as his hips begin to buck violently against me, I feel the hot rush of release spilling down my throat and chest. My breath comes in ragged gasps as my body is wracked with pleasure, every nerve ending screaming for more. But even as I'm lost in ecstasy, a small voice at the back of my mind wonders what this means... where do we go from here?

With trembling fingers, I push him away, reluctantly breaking contact between our bodies. His eyes meet mine, glazed over with desire and confusion, but beneath that there's something else... a spark of defiance. Is it possible to go back to the way things were before? Or have we finally crossed the line that can't be uncrossed?