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TG STORY - GIRLS DORM - MHA TG Act 3 & 4
🕑 Added 2025-03-06 15:31:17 +0000 UTCStory by Flashkill
This is the first 2 acts of a story that I will be posting along the month where the entire Class A gets TGed. The story is supposed to be "open ended" so more chapters can always be added! WHICH MAKES THIS SETTING GREAT FOR THIS MONTH'S SKETCH REQUEST.
DISCLAIMER: This story was originally commissioned and written in 2019, being completed in August. The manga had just reached the Paranormal Liberation Front arc. The writing may not reflect later revelations or developments in the series.
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Act 3: Kirishima's New Normal
Kirishima was walking through the hallway. He had been given a task by Recovery Girl in the form of pamphlets to hand out to all the guys in the dorm. It looked like any pamphlet you would pick up at a doctor’s office about a medical condition, but reading the title made it clear it wasn’t for any run-of-the-mill condition. ‘A Guide to Being Female for Young Men.’ The hospital which had taken charge of the case had produced it specifically for all the infected to help deal with their undeniably female bodies.
Kirishima wasn’t ecstatic about having to deliver them, but accepted the job.
“Not again! How can you need another set?!” Yaoyorozu let out a cry from Izuku’s room.
Kirishima ran in to see what the commotion was only to find Izuku shirtless with Momo holding a tape measure around his sizable bust. Deku himself was trying his hardest to disappear into his arms.
“W-what’s going on?” Kirishima asked, not sure if he wanted to know.
“He went up another size! His are as big as… mine.” The statement was a bit awkward and Izuku was red with embarrassment. Deku had given up on trying to hide his noticeably curvy body after the past couple days, but it was still embarrassing to have his cup size brought up so openly.
The boys had been steadily feminizing the past two days. A need for a new wardrobe had become apparent. The school had plenty of spare uniforms for them, but underwear was not included. Unable to visit a store to be fitted, Yaoyorozu had stepped up. She had become the residential tailor, measuring everyone she could, and then produced garments for each boy according to their needs. Izuku and a couple other boys however, were growing at an exponentially faster rate and Momo was incredulous at the frequency with which they shyly requested new undergarments.
“Sorry to interrupt... I need to give something to Midoriya.” Kirishima stared at the floor, handing his classmate a pamphlet. He accepted it quietly, trying to avoid any more embarrassment.
“Hey uh…” Kirishima entered the room, noticing something while staring at the floor. “If you aren’t uh… Using those last pairs could I have them?” Kirishima was one of the few guys to still retain some muscle definition in his changed body. However, his femininity was still obvious even from a distance. His assets were similarly sized to Deku’s (Until a couple hours ago anyway), but the respectable C-cup let her stand out from most of the boys; a fact she wasn’t sure how to feel about.
“You need more as well Kirishima?” Momo asked, trying to eyeball any significant differences in his bust while she produced some frilly green bras for Izuku.
“Uhm, yeah. But since Deku doesn’t need those anymore I can just take them, save you the trouble.”
“Nonsense, they don’t take too much effort to make just give me a second and-”
“N-No really let me just take these! I’m in a hurry.”
“In a hurry to go where?” Momo asked, but it was too late; the redhead had dashed off with Izuku’s bras, leaving the girl confused, but the ‘almost-girl’ just nodded in understanding.
Back in his own room, Kirishima tossed the bras onto his bed. He looked at the frilly, patterned cups with a slight smile. Yaoyorozu had started off making simple white and gray underwear for the blossoming boys, but as time went on her own desires started to leak into the underwear, each pair becoming girlier and diverse. Kirishima however, maybe because of his manly persona or simply due to his physique, was always granted a sports bra. At first he had been grateful for the less feminine styles compared to his classmates. But as time went on… Something inside him had begun to crave the floral patterns and lace accoutrements of the others. His macho pride however stopped him from just saying to Momo, “I want a cute bra this time.”
But now thanks to his good timing he had the underwear he craved. And his happiness to own some pink bras gave him pause… Why was he happy to own girl’s underwear? Was he a pervert? Not a chance. But then...
Not wanting to ponder it any longer, he began to change clothes. Trading his current active-bra for the new one, he stepped back out into the hallway to resume his errand. As opposed to the first two days, there were a lot more guys trying to interact and find some sense of normalcy. That said, Kirishima was pretty sure most of the guys would still be in their rooms. He tried all the rooms on his floor, but it seemed no one was in so he moved down a floor to start his errand there.
Ojiro
Kirishima knocked at the door of his classmate and waited. In a few seconds, Ojiro opened the door. “Hey there did you uh… Need something?” Kirishima noted Ojiro’s quick glance to his boobs. Ojiro himself had barely changed in the last day or so. He made for a rather plain looking girl and was at best a B-Cup. His hips though… From all the working out maybe?
“Uh yeah. I was asked to hand these pamphlets out… Kinda awkward, but necessary I guess.” He held one out and was surprised when he reached for it with something other than a hand. Ojiro’s tail had become much thinner, more monkey-like, but really long.
“Your quirk was affected?” Kirishima asked.
“Ah, yeah. I guess the previous version wasn’t very girly or something. I’m practicing with it right now actually. Thanks for this.”
Kirishima noticed a bit of a hip sway as Ojiro walked away, before her tail shut the door.
Iida
“Thank you very much for the pamphlet!” Iida was his usual loud self, but his voice had a bit of shrillness to it now. “As class President I had hoped to handle this but… It seems it's my turn to experience the side effects.” Iida was one of the least changed on the first day, but it seemed like the virus had finally started catching up to his large, blocky body. While they were being monitored, Recovery Girl had found that a day or two before most of the guys had undergone the majority of their changes,most of them suddenly felt entirely sick to their stomachs. A lot of unpleasant vomiting came along with a full genderswap apparently.
“S-Sorry to hear that. Once it passes you’ll feel a lot better.” Iida was at the midpoint most of them had already passed, with his torso almost fully feminized (And with a pair rivaling Deku’s) but still rather masculine limbs and head.
“I hope so. Keeping Positive is-Hrgk… I need to lay down, sorry.”
“N-No worries man.”
Kaminari
“Oh Kirishima? Did you need something?”
“Jiro? I was looking for Denki, have something for-”
“Kirishima! Don’t come in!” A sweet sounding voice Kirishima somewhat recognized as Kaminari came from behind her. Jiro giggled and opened the door fully, revealing Kaminari tied to a chair as Mina was applying lipstick.
“Hey! Stop talking! I’m gonna mess up Denki-chan!” Mina scolded.
Kirishima looked on in a mixture of pity and amusement. Kaminari had become a skinny, but fairly pretty girl with long blonde hair and her beauty seemed to only fire up Jiro and Mina more. “Well uh... when you girls are done with the makeovers could you give him this?”
“Sure thing… Would you like to come in?” Jiro pressed with a smirk.
“Ah no, it’s fine.”
“Awww, but you’ve gotten pretty cute yourself Kiri-chan. I’m sure we could-”
“S-Sorry gotta hand out more pamphlets!” Kirishima hurried off, a blush on his face. The most confusing thing about that whole situation was the part of him that wanted to say yes.
“Kirishima come ba-!!” Denki’s plea was cut off as Jiro shut the door to return to her victim.
Kouda
“O-One second!”
“I haven’t seen much of Kouda since this started. I wonder what he looks like.” Kirishima wondered out loud. The person who answered the door was surprisingly small.
“H-Hi. Did you need someth… Is something wrong?”
“Eh?! Oh sorry you’re just so… Uh…”
“Y-yeah, I got smaller…” His voice trailed off in embarrassment. Other than his size his body was almost completely feminized, with boobs a bit smaller than Kiri’s own. The peak of his head had shortened a bit and the hair(?) behind his head had extended giving him pigtails of a sort. Kouda began to fidget under Kirishima’s stare. He took a pamphlet and scurried back into his room.
“He seems almost exactly the same besides the height…”
Kirishima proceeded to the next floor down. “I already did Midoriya so I just have to get the other three.”
Tokoyami
“O Wretched Sunlight That Blinds Me
Shows Unto The Populace My New Form
Where Once I Was Shrouded In My Tortured Maculinity
Now I Am Subjected To The Shifting Shadows Of… of…”
The bird stopped, realizing he was being watched. “D-Don’t you knock bastard?!” He cried out. “I was just… What do you need?!” Kirishima was a bit startled and held up the pamphlets in defense. Tokoyami had remained rather small and his overall curves weren’t as pronounced as most of the others; especially in the chest, but his shape was clearly female now and his head in particular seemed a little less ‘sharp’ than it usually was.
“Give me one and get out!”
“Did you style your feathers differently? It looks-”
“I said GET OUT!” A Shadowy figure dashed through the dark room, slamming the door on Kirishima after grabbing a pamphlet, but not quick enough that Kirishima couldn’t notice Dark Shadow was also a bit curvier than before.
Aoyama
“Ah Kirishima! You have come to visit? Tell me? What do you think of my newfound fabulousness? My feminine grace and wiles will be sure to catch the eyes of many don’t you agree? It was a curse at first but we must see this as an opportunity to grow. Nay, an opportunity to SPARKLE! My, my you are blossoming yourself moi cherie! But do not worry, my own girls will soon catch up and maybe even surpass your… Kirishima? Where did you go? Kiri-chan?”
Mineta
Kirishima knocked for the second time on Mineta’s door. “Hey Mineta! You in there? I gotta give you something from Recovery Girl! Mineta?”
Silence.
“Weird. We were told not to lock our rooms just in case of medical emergencies. Did he go out or is he doing someth-Nevermind I don’t even want to think about it.” With a shudder Kirishima moved on. “I should go to the common area and see if anyone is down there before going back upstairs.”
Common Area
“Ah, a few of you are here. Makes my job easier.” Kirishima walked over to the group trying to entertain themselves with a game of cards. Along with the two guys from Class B, TetsuTetsu and Monoma, Shoji, Midoriya, Hagakure and Asui were all sat around the table. “I have some pamphlets here from Recovery Girl.” He started handing them out. “What are you guys up to?”
“Just passing time. It’s really boring being stuck in the dorm all day.”
Monoma gave a chuckle and said “You may just be wasting time but I have turned this incarceration within your grubby dorm into an opportunity to study all of you very closely! My changes as you can see are already over and I don’t have the massive boobs so many of your all-star fighters seem to be sporting. That gives me a head start against all of you in adjusting. I’m not at all impressed with any of you, but with the info I’m gathering the next time our classes compete it will be an overwhelming victory for Class B thanks to the resear-”
“Wow Kirishima You and TetsuTetsu like, look totally like sisters!” Hagakure cut off Neito’s speech having heard variations of it for days now. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu looked to each other and, realizing she had a point, both blushed and looked away. With the exception of hair color their bodies were almost exactly the same. The one other difference Tetsu had were the marks around his eyes, now serving to draw attention to how pretty they had become.
Kirishima looked for something to change the subject. “So Shoji, has the virus affected your quirk at all?” Shouji was still very large despite his female form. Similarly to Iida his body seemed to be in something of a transition phase, possibly even less far along than the class president considering he was still fairly muscled compared to everyone else. Although his large breast distracted from that somewhat.
A tentacle formed in response with a set of lips on the end. They were slightly puffier than Kirishima remembered. “Whatever I create matches my current body.”
“Huh. By the way have you seen Bakugo?”
Tsuyu spoke up this time. “He was just here, but got angry at Izuku for making weird noises.”
Izuku noticeably curled into a ball at being mentioned. “I can’t help it…” Kirishima thought he could hear him muttering something about bra sizes afterward.
“Ok thanks… I’ll check his room again.” Kirishima waved goodbye and got into the elevator. Seeing the larger chests on Shoji and Deku caused something to stir inside him again. He refused to acknowledge it and headed for the top floor.
Shoto
Kirishima hadn’t seen much of Shoto since the first day. Of all the students he seemed to be one of the few not too bothered by the change. When the door opened Kirishima was made speechless.
The girl that stepped into the door-frame was almost like a doll. Her beauty was radiant and her long, split-colored hair made her look like a princess. She daintily moved a few strands out of her eyes before looking at Kirishima in quiet expectation.
“I have a… a uh parchment-I mean pamphlet for you miss… I mean.”
“I look that different then? Calling me miss is enough proof, don’t feel like you have to answer.” She took one of the pamphlets from her classmate.
“Um, sorry.” Kirishima managed to get out.
“Don’t worry about it. Thanks.” She bowed slightly before returning to her room.
Sato
“Hey there, did you need something? Make it quick, I'm baking something.”
“Oh sorry. Wrong room.”
“Okay? Uh see you later I guess?” The door closed.
“Weird, I must have gone to the wrong place. I needed Sato’s room. I wonder who that woman was though, she was a babe… Huh well that’s Sero’s room and that’s Todoroki’s room…”
Kirishima knocked on the door again. The tall, busty woman answered once more. An apron hanging from her neck.
“Yes? What is it Kirishima? I need to make sure this rises properly.”
How did this knockout know him? “Oh sorry I’m looking for Sato.”
“Very funny. What do you need?”
Kirishima stood there a few moments blatantly looking the woman up and down. Finally narrowing in on her large lips. “Oh, its you Sato!”
“I’m going to kick your ass Kirishima.”
Sero
“Last person except Bakugo… I wonder if Sero will look…”
“Hey there Kirishima whats up?” Sero answered the door energetically. He had a generally feminine figure and a decent pair of breasts smaller than Kirishima’s. His hair was a bit longer than it had been, but overall it was what he imagined a female Sero would look like.
“Oh… I have a pamphlet from recovery girl for you.”
“Why do you sound all deflated?”
“No reason... “ Kirishima walked away throwing his hands in the air and giving a shrug.
“What is his problem? And why do I feel so annoyed?”
Bakugo
Kirishima finally made it back to his own floor. “Ugh all I did was hand out papers but I’m exhausted. Just Bakugo left and then I can rest.”
He walked up and pushed the door open. Being neighbors they were used to waltzing into each other's rooms. “Hey Bakugo I got a pamphlet here for you, about being a girl.”
Bakugo was in the middle of working out and stopped to look up, annoyed at Kirishima. “I’m not stupid. I know how the female body works.”
“Ok… Well I’ll just put it here.”
“Don’t litter in my fucking room spikehead.” Despite his tone being the same Bakugo seemed a little more reigned in than usual. Bakugo had gone through a similar change to Deku. His hair tilted a bit downwards and a straggly ponytail now extended from the back. How his hair pulled off both was a mystery. His body wasn’t much different in terms of size but (with the exception of Sato), he had the curviest body and some of the largest breasts in the class. Along with Deku he was the most frequent requester of new bras. (Something he did as rudely as possible. Not that he was fooling anyone. It was obvious he was just embarrassed.)
“Why are you working out in here?”
“Are you an idiot? These bodies are weaker than our old ones. There’s no time to slack off.”
“But once we change back-”
Bakugo cut him off, “IF we change back. Don’t get complacent.”
Kirishima looked on in surprise. Bakugo had already moved past the situation and was looking ahead. Everyone else was still hiding or hoping, but their explosive classmate was already in acceptance.
“You’re right... I’m also going to-”
“KIRISHIMA YOU JERK!! How could you leave me like that?!” Kaminari burst into the room, eyes set on Kirishima. His face was covered in makeup as if he was heading to prom.
“Dammit would you all stop barging in here!” Bakugo flared up again.
“S-Sorry I had things to do!” Kirishima put his hands together, begging forgiveness.
“More important things than rescuing your friend?!”
“Wait come on now it’s not like-”
BOOM! “SHUT UP!” Bakugo yelled as he knocked the two into the wall.
The two smoking students lay spread out on Bakugo’s floor. “Sorry Kaminari…” Kirishima muttered.
“It's fine… I guess... I kind of liked it. Is that weird?” Kaminari replied slowly.
Kirishima paused as he stared at the ceiling, a weight lifting from his shoulders as his own reservations were given words by his friend. Sighing, Kirishima answered, “No. I’ve been feeling certain things too. Probably we all have.”
Silence followed, the only sounds consisting of Bakugo’s labored breathing as he did push-ups.
“You want me to like, show you? They gave me a bunch of stuff, makeup I mean/” Denki asked after a while averting his eyes.
After a long pause “Sure.” Kirishima gave an awkward smile. As he turned to his friend and with a face as red as his hair, let him start doing his makeup.
“You want me to show you too Bakugo?” Denki asked perking up a bit.
“Don’t be fucking stupid.”
“O-oh…” Denki turned her head down.
“I’m all sweaty. Just leave some aside, I’ll try it later. I’m not some elementary schooler who can’t figure out makeup.”
The Red and Yellow haired boys were taken aback, smiling nervously at Bakugo’s reply. Was he really… okay with this? Well if their ace student could accept their newfound feminine feelings, maybe being a girl wasn’t really all that big a deal. They both began to laugh, the tension finally dissipating…
“What are you laughing about?” Bakugo grumpily demanded.
“Never change, Bakugo.” the two laughed.
“I already did, idiots.” Bakugo turned away, hiding his own momentary redness.
Later that night Recovery Girl visited again. Eraserhead had shown no signs of becoming female. In addition, some samples Recovery Girl had taken that morning showed no signs of being infectious. Starting the next day, classes would resume as usual. Female or not, becoming heroes was still their top priority.
-Mineta interlude
In a dark corner of one of the Class A dorm rooms. A small young student sat on their bed.
“Boobs... I like boobs... Boobs are the best… Melons, Ta-tas, Bazongas, Breasts, Hips, Ass, BulgeNOOOOOOO!!! No! No! No!” The young man began bashing his head repeatedly into the wall.
“I like Jugs! Balloons! Knockers! Cans! Hooters! A nice pair of chiseled pecs to go with his strong jaWWWWWWWWWHYYYYYYYY!!!!” He began to ram his head once more into the wall. If the room hadn’t been pitch dark, one could see the bloodstains left from his attempts to literally beat the unwanted thoughts away. Balls of sticky hair littered the room as blood trickled down his head. He had been pulling at them non-stop to distract from the unwanted images entering his perverse mind.
Minoru Mineta was refusing to yield to the feminine thoughts entering his conscious, or really just one of them. Mineta was an admirer of all things about the female form and this virus… This hellspawn was trying to replace all of those thoughts with: Men! Buff, handsome, tanned Adonises. Beards of all lengths. And not to mention their big ol’-
“Shut the fuck up! I, Minoru Mineta, like BOOBS!”
A fierce battle raged on into the night.
Act 4: Bakugo’s Perspective
Class A had been back to their usual schedule for a week now. It was a bit awkward at first, especially for everyone unaffected. The 2 Class B victims had gone back to their dorm and been welcomed back with only slight awkwardness. While some of the non-hero classes kept their distance, afraid of infection, many others couldn’t keep away; all wanting to get a glimpse of the ‘Class of Hotties’. It was a bit much for them at first, but most of the new girls found they enjoyed the attention. Recovery Girl and the other doctors were still trying to develop a cure, but their hero training couldn’t wait for their genders to get sorted out. The parents were all informed and for the most part came to check up on their sons. Many reaffirmations of love and pride were exchanged and once they were sure their kids were safe, they agreed with the school’s current strategy.
The strangest thing was how the boys seemed to be taking their new genders after their quarantine. They all seemed more or less content with their female forms and while they still remembered being male, changing back didn’t seem to be a priority for any of them. The existence of ‘stereotypically female thoughts’ about clothing, makeup and even the romantic pursuit of guys became apparent however. As far as anyone could tell these were still, at the core of their personalities, the same 16 boys, just with added thoughts on fashion and celebrity-hero romances.
One big issue became apparent when the weekend rolled around. None of the new gals had any clothes besides their uniforms and Yaoyorozu-Brand underwear. Momo offered to make them outfits, but she soon realized producing full wardrobes for 16 people would take too long. In addition, many of them expressed desires to pick out their own clothing, wanting to express themselves without Momo’s input. She was a bit deflated by this realizing she was losing her fleet of life size dolls to play with, but tried not to take it too hard. Eventually it was decided and the entire Class A (Plus 2 Class B kids) prepared for a shopping adventure at the closest department store.
To an onlooker, things would actually seem quite normal as the students boarded the bus. Everyone had adapted to the new status quo… At least on the surface. In truth the girls, that is the girls who always had been female; were actually having the hardest time adapting to their friends’ new selves.
Tsuyu, being the most aware of herself, had already noticed the very subtle discomfort some of the girls had with it all. Looking over to Ochaco was probably the most blatant example. She was sitting next to her usual partners, Iida and Izuku, and they were chatting away as usual. But Tsuyu saw the poor girl’s eyes briefly dart to the two pairs of massive melons that threatened to crush her, probably thinking something like ‘How am I less womanly than two guys?’
“Hey Denki, nice makeup!” Jiro called out to the blonde in the back. Ashido snickering next to her.
Kaminari just looked up, and with a sassy smile and yelled “Thanks! I wasn’t sure if the color was right.”
Jiro sat back down and she and Ashido looked at the floor in sullen silence. ‘Their entire back-and-forth is messed-up’, Tsuyu thought to herself.
“So Hagakure… What do you think about Shinso?” Ojiro quietly asked Toru.
“EHHH?! Are you thinking about aski-MMFF” Ojiro’s tail suddenly muted the invisible girl’s mouth, which was pretty good aim considering he couldn't exactly see her mouth.
“Not so loud!” Ojiro whisper yelled.
Tsuyu wasn’t sure how to feel about it all herself, which was rare. Still, it didn’t seem to be a bad thing, in a way.
Everyone arrived together, but it soon became clear that everyone had different shops and floors they wanted to visit and so they decided to split up. The girls decided to let the ‘other girls’ go off on their own; curious what they would come back with when left to themselves. Bakugo had quickly removed herself from the ‘children on their playdate’ to approach this chance to define her personal fashion solo. Unlike everyone else, she saw this as more than just a fun shopping trip. Despite never bothering to think about it much before, she had realized the importance of a hero’s appearance and style. She told herself it was a practical approach to female heroism, part of her denying she wanted to be seen as attractive by others. All the most popular female heroes had style and sex-appeal though so it wasn’t a lie. If she wanted to be number one, she needed to step-up her fashion game.
“Fashion game… I can’t believe that’s a thing I would say, even in my head…” Mixed emotions floated around in her head but she resolved to give it her all in the end. “Dumb or not it would look even worse if I showed up with nothing. And if I’m going to play dress-up… I’m going to be hotter than any of these fucking nerds!”
Bakugo walked around a bit familiarizing herself with the foreign terms and garments, trying to approach it as intellectually as possible. Wanting to start simple she decided to visit the casual-wear section first. She stalked the aisles, glancing around, but not feeling particularly impressed by the clothing. She grabbed a few shirts and some sweatpants for the dorm. She spotted Koda nearby, trying on a baggy sweater with a cartoon cat face on the front. Her overall cute appeal was decent with her natural pigtails and her oversized socks, baggy shorts and mary-janes completed the cute look.
“That’s all she really can do though. Cute is for girls, a woman needs to impress.” It wasn’t a thought Bakugo had ever had before, but it felt right to think it.
She continued on to find Iida and Shoji shopping together. Despite their gender change the two were still the tallest in the class and were in the same section.
“How about this one? Does this suit my figure? Keep in mind I do not want to appear immodest! Please be honest as my classmate!” Iida was still loud.
“It's good.” And Shoji was still reserved.
Bakugo scoffed. The two were stacked, the only students beating her in terms of bust, but in her eyes the two were wasting their potential. Iida was surprisingly gorgeous and her long braided pigtail went well with her glasses. But the sweater and knee-length skirt made her look too proper. Even if there was a subtle eroticism to just how tight even the large sweater was, it was still a niche appeal. Shoji had a very similar build and even longer hair, but her choices were similarly plain. A tank-top and leggings. Shoji was showing more skin than bakugo, her cleavage on full display in the activewear but… It was so plain. Bakugo scoffed, with no sense of feminine charm or danger. ‘These two could be serious competition if they knew how to flaunt their goods a bit more.’ Bakugo’s thoughts sat for a second, she almost lost her composure and blushed… And then looked downward, her vision entirely filled with her own ‘goods’. And so she wandered away, face red as could be.
She kept moving through the sections and approached the more ‘alternative’ apparel. As she had expected, Tokoyami was there but so was Ojiro. Bakugo perused through some of the bracelets on a nearby rack and observed the two.
“The darkness hugs me, much like this tight and skirt combo, but does it accent my shadows or obfuscate my dark beauty from the world?” Tokoyami modeled her outfit with a dramatic pose. Her tartan skirt went well with the ripped black tights beneath. The black boots were a bit much in Bakugo’s opinion. Above she had some shitty emo-band t-shirt along with a choker and way too many pieces of goth jewelry including bracelets and necklaces.
“Um, yeah I think you look good Toko-chan.” Ojiro replied with a confused smile. To Bakugo’s surprise she was looking pretty good. Her long thin ponytail went well with her athletic body and the Chinese style dress she was wearing did a great job at showing off her thighs. The flats she wore were alright considering the top. Still, even as a girl she couldn’t shake off some of that plain-ness.
They both wore their outfits well, but “alternative fashion is called that for a reason…” Bakugo muttered.
“Hello Mademoiselle Bakugo!” Aoyama appeared from nowhere. “Is my outfit not magnifique? Truly I will shine brighter than I ever have before!” Aoyama still looked like Aoyama, just with exceedingly long hair, almost brushing the ground. Her chosen attire included a very dazzling sequined dress, silver pumps, gaudy, flashy jewelry and even sparkling nail polish. “I know it is hard to avert your gaze my friend, but there is no need for jealousy. Come let us pick out an equally twinkling outfit for… Bakugo? Where have you gone moi cherie?”
Escaping that encounter Bakugo found himself in a large section of bargain clothes. All sorts of mixed attire were in bins. ‘Digging around here could turn up some good finds.’ Bakugo thought as she sifted through some piles half-heartedly.
“Hey!” She heard someone shout and looked up. “Put those back!”
“No you!” Someone responded. Near the changing rooms Kirishima and TetsuTetsu were butting heads. Both were dressed in high-waisted jean shorts over colored leggings, spaghetti-strap tube tops and converse shoes. Humorously even the bracelets they were wearing were identical. The only difference was Kirishima’s top being red and Tetsu’s being white.
“I picked first! You change!”
“Well I changed into mine first! So you change!”
“Ahahaha, I can’t believe you two picked the exact same thing! That’s hilarious!” Kaminari was standing nearby laughing away. Her own outfit consisted of a mini skirt, a simple striped top (That did its best to show off her average boobs) and a light blazer over it. Her long blonde hair was rather striking with its black highlight and gave her a trendy look.
“You two look like twin-sisters.” Sero chuckled. Sero herself now had very straight, long black hair. Her ensemble consisted of a simple top, colorful skirt, and a loose, open cardigan. Simple but refreshing. The four of them continued to bicker and laugh until Kaminari noticed Bakugo and tried to wave her over.
“Baku-chan! Come shop with us!” She yelled to her friend.
A pang of desire to be ‘one of the girls’ fluttered in her heart. But the words that came out didn’t betray it. “Like I’d want to go shopping with a bunch of basic bitches like you!” She growled back.
“Wh-What?!” Kaminari and the others felt a sharp sting from Bakugo’s words. Not waiting for a rebuttal, Bakugo grabbed the clothing she had picked out and moved on. Bakugo argued with the intrusive thoughts telling him to gossip and play with the other girls. “If I’m going to do this I’m doing it my way… I’m not just going to be some vapid airhead! I’m going to be a Queen!”
After a couple hours, she almost had everything she needed, but decided to head up a floor to where the more expensive attire was kept, just to look. Hopping on the escalator she saw someone coming down the opposite side at the same time.
“Ah if it isn’t Class A’s biggest delinquent! I see you aren’t even dressed yet! No sense of fashion I imagine. Most of your peers dress themselves like children who still need their mom’s help picking outfits so I’m not surprised!” Monoma monologued at Bakugo who just kept her eyes forward. Monoma continued regardless. “Nothing to say for yourself eh? Well what could you possibly say to a goddess like me? As a representative of Class-B’s overwhelming beauty, me and TetsuTetsu will surely-” Bakugo looked the girl up and down. Flat as a pancake she was clearly compensating as much as she could with the outfit. Very preppy with a designer blouse and skirt combo. Stockings with a simple pattern running up them and some expensive looking boots. A pair of sunglasses and some lipstick helped her stand out. All that said…
“Shut up you damn ironing board.” Bakugo spat, reaching the top and walking off.
“Ah… That’s… B-brutish…” The escalator mercifully dragged Monoma away as she failed to rebuttal for the first time in her life. Bakugo was out of earshot by the time she rambled a bit about the grace and nobility of a slim figure.
Bakugo started to shuffle through some of the designer clothing. With her budget she would only be able to take one thing from up here if she wanted something. She found a promising rack that wasn’t too expensive and while she made her decision someone walked out of a nearby changing room.
Shoto was, to put it simply, gorgeous. She was a very beautiful woman and Bakugo cursed inwardly how good her natural looks were. Even her scar seemed to only enhance her beauty. Her long two-tone hair similarly worked in her favor. She had exited the changing room with a tight, high-waisted skirt with a small blouse popping out the top. A pair of strappy-heeled sandals to go with the outfit was all she needed to look like one of the models for the line she was wearing. Bakugo faltered for a moment, Shoto’s beauty shaking her a bit. But he hadn’t surrendered to her as men, and so she wouldn’t as women either. Bakugo walked off with her purchase, clicking her tongue as she did. “No prissy half-n-half princess is going to defeat me!” She growled.
On her way to the changing room, Bakugo witnessed a rather bizarre scene.
“Wow sir you have rock hard abs! Oh and look at those beefy arms! And I bet down there you’re-” Mineta was groping a confused guy’s muscles.
“Who are you pervert?! That’s my boyfriend!” A woman yelled running over.
Mineta turned to the woman. “Wow! Miss your rack is fantastic!” The small girl hopped off the man and began attempting to grope the woman. “What a couple you two make, two angels of beauty. Surely you could make time to bless me with your bodies!” The little pervert, wearing a fairly basic outfit consisting of a shirt and skirt, began chasing the freaked out couple down the aisles.
Bakugo again ignored the bizarre actions of his classmates. The new Mineta was now somehow worse than before, and she didn’t need to be associated with her.
Entering the changing room, Bakugo stripped down to her underwear. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She hadn’t really looked at herself since this had all started. But in the strange ‘public privacy’ of the changing room she finally looked her body up and down and studied herself. And then, she let herself feel pretty. Feel sexy. She almost gave thanks to her mother for the genes that gave her this figure, but stopped herself. Instead speaking to no one in particular.
“I’m going to be the fucking number 1 Hero. And if being the hottest bitch around is what it takes then… I’ll light all their pathetic horny hearts on fire dammit!”
She slipped on the low-cut orange shirt she had bought; too-tight, as she had planned. Next she pulled on some fishnets and a black pencil skirt. It was adult, intimidating and sexy all at once. Sliding on some heeled black boots gave her a nice ‘boost’ as well. Her big purchase was next as she pulled on the expensive cropped leather jacket she had picked out upstairs. Made her dangerous while also framing her figure. Finally she slipped some spiked bracelets to finish the ensemble. She checked her makeup one last time and gave a cocky grin. None of those nerds would be able to match up to this combo.
Bakugo left the room a changed woman, and confidently began making her way to the meet-up place, sure in her victory. And then she felt someone approach from behind. She looked discretely to her side.
“Deku…” Bakugo muttered. She gave her outfit a look-over. An off-white babydoll dress, exposing plenty of her cleavage, and pure white tights with a pair of mary-jane style pumps. Some ribbon accessories completed a very contrasting look to Bakugo’s. Instead of hot, she was warm, comfortable, heart-meltingly pretty. Bakugo’s look dared you to love her; Deku’s invited you to do so.
“I know what you’re thinking Baku-chan.” Deku said as they walked. “Being the number 1 hero is about drawing eyes as much as it is fighting right?” Deku smiled sweetly.
“And you think that little-girl shit is going to beat me?” Bakugo sneered.
“Play to your strengths Baku-chan!” Deku pumped her fist. Bakugo just scowled.
The two kept walking to the meeting point, their pace picking up slightly, neither wanting the other to steal their moment. Then both noticed Shoto approaching opposite them. The battle was set as all 3 star students prepared themselves as they walked into the center of the mall where everyone else was.
“Wow!”
“You look amazing!”
“I think we can just declare the winner right here!”
“I can’t believe you dared to try pulling that off!”
All three students tried to pose for what they thought was praise being showered on them.
“Sato! You go girl!”
The name rung out as the three looked to the side. From their blind-spot the true tyrant of beauty had snuck up on all of them. Sato stood at nearly the same height as their teacher Midnight and she had the body to match. Long legs, large boobs and a gorgeous face. Her lips were really the only thing anyone could identify as part of the old Sato. She wore nothing more than a bright yellow minidress with a belt around the midsection. Some pearl-white stilettos gave her figure an unnecessary boost. Sato was a babe. Everyone was freaking out about her looks leaving the other 3 who thought they surely had it won to stew in dejection.
As it turned out, even as a guy Sato was knowledgeable about fashion, having frequently read his mother’s magazines looking for recipes to try.
“I mean… It's just a fashion contest.” Deku finally said.
“Yeah, whats it fucking matter anyway?” Bakugo scoffed.
Shoto just gave a brief giggle.
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After a long day of shopping came to and end everyone piled back into the bus to school, ready to return with their new wardrobes having begun to carve out their own personal looks and fashions.It was quieter than it had been as everyone was exhausted, shopping as women being much more involved.
As she sat their looking out the window, Deku caught his own reflection in the glass. She was cute for sure; soft, feminine features, bouncy silky hair, and her welcoming curves all stuffed inside the dress she picked out to display herself in…
To show off. Show off her… Very healthy figure and Giant boobs. That were… His?
Deku’s face went a deep red as he went from admiring his pretty reflection to being unable to hold eye contact with it. He tried to look down, only to be confronted with his deep cleavage.
“A-ah that’s right I’m… a guy originally I can’t believe I-I- Ugwuuuuu” Strange noises and muttering came from Deku as he covered his face with his hands, suddenly an urge to curl up into a ball and hide filling every inch of his busty body. Overly conscious of the way his body bounced when the bus jolted, the way his legs felt in the brand new tights, the taste of lip gloss as he tried to speak.
Absorbed in his own shame Deku didn’t realize how many other guys were also suddenly wracked by their own, overly feminine attire, trying not to think about how a few hours ago they had been excitingly comparing lace patterns, or competing to see who could walk in the highest heels.
“Hey Denki-chan! Isn’t that skirt too short?” Jiro threw a jab at Denki, trying to redeem her failed attempt from the morning, completely oblivious to the changed vibe amongst most of the bus.
“A-ah… Y-yeah it is isn’t it? I don’t… W-what was I thinking heh… P-Please don’t look.” A complete 180 as the confident peppy girl was once again the mortified boy she had forced makeup onto.
Jiro was ecstatic at this turn of events as she slid over to tease him further, tugging at the skirt hem a bit as he squealed.
“Would you two shut up we’re tired! Who cares what he’s wearing.” Bakugo yelled from the back.
Mina responded confused, “Eh but weren’t you one of the most excited to dress up Baku-chan? I mean, you say you don’t care but look at your-”
“I SAID SHUT UP!!” Bakugo interrupted as he turned to the window… And then turned back. Seemingly afflicted by the same aversion to his reflection as Deku.
“Ahaha, you’re all going to get self conscious now after all that showing off?” Mina laughed as most of the boys tensed up, not wanting to be called out next.
‘Oh I certainly hope they pick me next! Please comment on my fabulously sparkling, glittering, radiating choices for clothes. I am a star no matter the gender and I will happily accept all of your praise for my-’
No one ever mentioned Aoyama’s outfit.
In the weeks to come, the culprit of the entire incident was finally found. After a neighborhood block was reported to have become nearly completely feminized, the young child who had awakened his feminization ability was called in for tests. The development of a cure was still uncertain with the data they had and the tests they could perform on a child were limited. The child was required to wear gloves at all times while in public. They would continue to monitor him for some time hoping to eventually discover a method to reverse the change for the students of UA as well as his parents and neighbors.
But for the foreseeable future, Class A would be fully female. Despite the extent of changes the boys had gone through, it seemed that it was still the newborn quirk of a child in the end. Alternating dominance of their original, and virus induced feminine personalities was a new side-effect, theorized to be a result of the quirk’s incomplete nature making its hold on the boys of Class A weaker than expected. The scientists believed if trained the quirk may be able to instantaneously transform people into women, body and mind. Whether or not the current victims were grateful to be spared total acceptance was another matter however.
Despite this the mental instability was deemed to not impede hero activities and so the sometimes-boys, sometimes-girls of class A would have to continue to brave this unique situation.
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End of Act 3&4
Act 1 - Opening & Act 2 - Deku
Act 3 - Kirishima & Act 4 - Bakugo
As you guys can see - this story is writen in a way that it can continue on and on, with different situations (and an example will be posted later today in ACT 5). So if you want to see some scene of this story draw, ask it on SKETCH REQUESTS - If you have requests to see them in new situations also ask it in SKETCH REQUESTS.
Comments
70ukilop
Very fun story I really like all the outfit descriptions in this one. It's also fun to see tg's for rarely done characters Shoji and Korda are looking good
Cole jones
Reading all this makes me wish this idea was a full on comic.
