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Highschool of the Beach (FTF AP)
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 10:41:10 +0000 UTCThe sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays casting a warm glow over the pristine white sands of the beach. The crashing waves provided a soothing backdrop to the lively scene, as families, couples, and groups of friends enjoyed their time under the summer sun. Laughter and excitement filled the air, with people splashing in the waves, playing beach volleyball, and enjoying cool refreshments from nearby vendors.
Among the visitors was Louise de la Vallière, a noble magician from the magical world of Halkeginia, who had found herself in the modern human world for a much-needed break. Far from the stress of nobles, magic, and her ever-bothersome (human) familiar, she sought solace in this unfamiliar but relaxing environment. Wanting to change into more appropriate attire, she stepped into a nearby bathhouse, casting a simple spell to transform her clothes into a swimsuit.
As expected from one of Louise’s botched spells, things didn’t go quite as planned. The moment she finished her incantation, an unnatural warmth coursed through her body, sending tingling sensations down to her fingertips. Her cape unraveled into pink ribbons, elegantly twisting and securing her hair into twin pigtails. She barely had time to gasp before her uniform shimmered and melted away, seamlessly reforming into a frilly pink bikini. Panic set in as she felt a pull within her, her petite frame stretching as if some unseen force was molding her anew.
Her slender limbs lengthened, her narrow hips widened, and her chest swelled into a fullness that felt entirely foreign yet strangely natural. She stumbled back, her widened eyes locking onto her reflection in the bathhouse mirror. A gasp escaped her lips. This wasn’t her. Or was it? Her sharp, doll-like features had softened into something more striking, her pink hair appearing fuller, glossier. Her figure—once frustratingly small and unimposing—now radiated a mature, confident beauty that commanded attention.
She took an unsteady step forward, pressing her hands to her transformed body, half in disbelief and half in awe. "This isn’t possible..." she whispered, but even her voice sounded different—smoother, richer, tinged with a self-assurance she wasn’t used to. Then, like a whisper from deep within, a name surfaced in her mind: Saya Takagi. The moment she heard it, something shifted. She knew this name. It was hers—no, it wasn’t. But it felt right. It felt familiar.
Confusion and fear warred within her, but something else was creeping in—something thrilling. A newfound confidence settled in her posture as she straightened her back. She wasn’t the clumsy, struggling noble girl right now. No one was here to remind her of her failures, no one to call her "Louise the Zero." Right now, she was someone new. Someone admired. Someone who belonged.
Breathing deeply, she made her decision. Rather than fight this strange transformation, "Saya" adjusted the straps of her bikini, took one last glance at her reflection, and smirked. There was a sharp, self-satisfied glint in her eyes—one that hadn’t been there before. She could feel an intelligence buzzing within her, ideas forming faster, strategies assembling themselves in her mind as if she had spent her whole life training this way of thinking. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she pushed her glasses—wait, when did she get glasses?—up her nose.
She huffed, rolling her eyes at her own reflection. "Tch. Of course, the only person I can rely on is myself. Typical." The words left her mouth so naturally, laced with the haughty arrogance of someone who knew they were the smartest person in the room. Yet, beneath that sharp exterior, there was an undeniable warmth, an unspoken concern for those who might not keep up with her.
With an air of self-assurance, she set aside her glasses and stepped onto the beach, relishing the way eyes turned toward her. For once, she wasn’t the overlooked, underestimated girl from Halkeginia—she was a figure, a presence. And she wasn’t about to let that go to waste. As she walked onto the sandy beaches in front of her, she remained just uneasy about the spell, whose ethereal shockwave expanded and began to affect others like her...
Around that same time, Shana, the ever-diligent Flame Haze, had also sought out some respite. Though her duty to protect Yuji Sakai remained at the forefront of her mind, she allowed herself a rare moment of peace. However, the instant she stepped closer to the shoreline, an overwhelming wave of magic emitted from the bathhouse and surged through her body. A gasp escaped her lips as her white-and-green uniform shimmered unnaturally, fabric dissolving into radiant light that swiftly reformed into a white bikini with a green ribbon.
Her heart pounded as an unfamiliar warmth spread through her limbs, igniting a transformation unlike any she had ever experienced. Her petite frame elongated, her body sculpting itself into a form both athletic and strikingly mature. Muscles subtly defined themselves with the grace of a seasoned warrior, her movements imbued with a natural fluidity that spoke of relentless discipline. She staggered slightly, gripping her arms as an unsettling tingling sensation coursed through her, strength seeping into her very core like an unshakable foundation being laid beneath her skin. Then, her crimson eyes, already attentive and expressive, sharpened into a commanding tsurime shape, their fiery color gradually fading into a piercing blue—cool, unwavering, and deadly focused. She inhaled sharply, the air suddenly feeling crisper, her body settling into a stance that spoke of honed reflexes and an ingrained mastery of the sword.
Panic surged within her. This wasn’t right—her body was changing, her very essence shifting. Was this some kind of attack? Had she fallen into an enemy’s trap? But as she clenched her fists, the initial fear slowly gave way to something else—an odd sense of familiarity. It was as though the transformation wasn’t forced, but rather something waiting within her all along. Then, in the depths of her mind, a name surfaced with unwavering certainty: Saeko Busujima.
Shana’s breath hitched. Who was that? Why did it feel so... right? She looked at her reflection in the shimmering ocean, half-expecting to see her usual self, but the tall, athletically-built woman staring back was undoubtedly someone new.
A war raged within her—should she fight this? Undo whatever magic had overtaken her? But something about this form felt strangely liberating. She was taller, her body sculpted with defined muscle tone that spoke of relentless training. Her stance radiated a composed yet deadly grace, her movements instinctively fluid, like that of a seasoned warrior. This body exuded confidence, skill, and an allure she had never associated with herself before. Her fingers flexed, gripping an invisible hilt, her honed reflexes and battle instincts sharper than ever. Every passing second made the idea of resisting this transformation less appealing.
Then, she caught sight of her own eyes in the reflection. No longer the warm crimson hue she had always known, they had faded into an intense, piercing blue, sharpened into a fierce tsurime gaze. She inhaled sharply—the change wasn’t just physical. Something inside her had shifted, a cool, unwavering calm settling in. Her emotions, once quick to flare, now felt tempered by experience, by control.
Finally, she sighed, rolling her shoulders as a smirk curled at her lips. "Saeko Busujima, huh?" The name no longer felt foreign. In fact, she rather liked the sound of it.
With newfound poise, "Saeko" took a step forward, the sand warm beneath her feet. She wasn’t just Shana anymore—no, she was something more. A disciplined swordswoman, a warrior in complete control of herself. And perhaps, just for today, she could enjoy being this new, confident version of herself.
Aisaka Taiga, too, had found time to escape the monotony of summer homework. The tiny "Palmtop Tiger" had hoped to enjoy a peaceful, undisturbed day at the beach, away from her usual frustrations. However, at this point in time, fate had other plans. Just as she took a step toward the shimmering blue water, an unseen force enveloped her, also coming from the bathhouse, sending an odd warmth surging through her small frame.
Her school uniform shimmered before dissolving, the fabric flowing like liquid as it reformed into a revealing green bikini. Taiga gasped, stumbling back as her body betrayed her, stretching and growing in ways she never imagined. Her petite limbs lengthened, muscles subtly defining themselves as her narrow waist curved into an athletic yet feminine shape. Her blazer unraveled, shifting into a ribbon that gathered her long brown hair into a high ponytail.
She let out a startled yelp as an unfamiliar weight settled on her chest, her small frame replaced by something much more developed. "What the—?" she choked out, clutching her arms as she felt her own body morph beneath her fingertips. Her skin tingled with an unusual energy, her balance adjusting as she took hesitant steps forward.
When she caught sight of her reflection in the water’s surface, her breath hitched. Staring back at her wasn’t the diminutive Taiga Aisaka she had always known, but a tall, strikingly athletic busty girl with toned legs and a powerful stance. Her eyes widened as a name floated into her mind, unbidden yet somehow familiar—Rei Miyamoto.
Her heart pounded. This wasn’t right. She wasn’t Rei. She was Taiga! And yet... she felt strong. She felt capable. Her body, once scrawny and childlike, was now something else entirely—something she had secretly envied in others but never imagined for herself. She clenched her hands into fists, testing the strength in her arms, marveling at the agility she now possessed.
At first, resistance flared within her. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t okay. But as she took another step, feeling the sheer power in her legs and the way her new form carried itself with effortless grace, she felt something else—exhilaration. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t so bad. A slow smirk played at her lips as she straightened her back, tilting her head slightly in amusement.
Memories surfaced—instincts she didn’t recognize as her own, yet they settled within her like they had always been there. A name whispered through her mind: Rei Miyamoto. The moment it clicked, something shifted. She no longer just looked different; she felt different. Her posture steadied, her balance naturally adjusting as if she had trained for years. Her hands twitched, eager for action, and an odd sense of discipline settled over her, cool and unwavering.
She could still feel her own personality beneath the surface—the stubborn, fiery Taiga who never backed down from a challenge. But now, it was mixed with something new: a calm resilience, a strategic mind, and a willingness to fight without hesitation. And, perhaps most concerning of all, a mischievous glint in her eye as she realized she wasn’t just okay with this transformation—she liked it.
With newfound confidence, "Rei" waded into the water, stretching and flexing, getting used to the body that was now hers. If she was going to be stuck like this, she might as well enjoy the perks that came with it. A sly smirk played at her lips as she ran a hand through her now longer, sleeker hair. Who knew? Maybe this summer was about to get a lot more fun. And yet... she felt strong. She felt capable. Her body, once scrawny and childlike, was now something else entirely—something she had secretly envied in others but never imagined for herself. She clenched her hands into fists, testing the strength in her arms, marveling at the agility she now possessed.
“Well... this could be interesting.”
With newfound confidence, "Rei" waded into the water, stretching and flexing, getting used to the body that was now hers. If she was going to be stuck like this, she might as well enjoy the perks that came with it.
Nagi Sanzenin had been eager for this trip, finally free from the constraints of her massive estate and her overprotective (and completely overpowered) cute butler. The moment she stepped onto the beach, however, a strange sensation washed over her as it expanded from the bathhouse. The air shimmered with lingering magic, and before she could react, an unseen force began to weave an unthinkable change.
Her black dress unraveled into wisps of shimmering energy before reforming into a barely-there blue string bikini. She gasped as her blonde hair grew longer, cascading freely over her shoulders, the rigid style she always maintained softening into a more natural, flowing look. Then, a warmth pulsed through her body, and she staggered as her petite frame began to shift.
Her limbs lengthened, her narrow hips widened, and her once-flat chest blossomed into a generous, voluptuous shape that left her breathless. Her balance faltered as she adjusted to her striking new curves, her skin tingling with every subtle shift. The youthful sharpness of her features softened into something more refined, more mature—an undeniable allure that exuded a confident elegance. The weight of her transformation settled upon her, not just physically, but in the way she now carried herself—poised, effortlessly charming, and radiating a presence that was impossible to ignore. ""W-what is happening to me?!" she whispered, her voice lilting with a sultry, melodic tone that sent a shiver down her own spine. It was airier, more flirtatious, carrying an alluring maturity that she had never possessed before. Every syllable dripped with an effortless confidence, as if she had always spoken this way, as if she was meant to sound like this.
A moment of dizziness overtook her as unfamiliar memories surfaced. A new name whispered through her mind: Shizuka Marikawa. Nagi clutched her head, torn between fear and fascination. She wasn't just physically different; she felt different. An unfamiliar confidence settled in her chest, a carefree sensation unlike anything she had ever known.
For the first time in her life, she wasn’t bound by expectations, wealth, or duty. She was just... free. But there was something more—a warmth, a lightheaded giddiness that curled at the edges of her thoughts, and a peculiar fondness for the idea of relaxing with a drink in hand. A light giggle bubbled up from her lips, airier and more playful than anything she had ever allowed herself before.
Then it hit her—Shizuka Marikawa wasn’t just a name. It was a presence, a personality slipping into place as if it had always been there. A deep maternal instinct surfaced, a desire to nurture and care for those around her, but beneath that lay something else entirely. A mischievous, teasing streak tingled in her mind, whispering of an uninhibited side that emerged whenever alcohol touched her lips. A sultry smirk played at the corners of her mouth as a strange excitement bubbled in her chest.
“Wow... I feel so... floaty~” she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns in the air. “Maybe I should find a drink... just a little one~”
The idea of being "Shizuka Marikawa" for a little while longer? Well, she found that she didn’t mind it one bit. In fact, she was starting to love it.
As the sun continued to shine upon the beach, "Saya" found herself contemplating the surreal nature of her transformation. No one around her seemed to bat an eye as if she had always been Saya Takagi. Just as she was beginning to wrap her head around the situation, she collided with three familiar-yet-unfamiliar women: "Saeko Busujima", "Rei Miyamoto", and "Shizuka Marikawa", the former two whom she became friends with at Fujimi High School and the latter being the school's nurse, at least as far as she remembers it vividly.
A brief silence stretched between them as realization hit, like a wave crashing over their thoughts. "Wait a second," "Saya" muttered, eyes darting between the other three. "Are we all in the same boat here?"
The four exchanged glances, piecing together the absurdity of their predicament. Recognition flickered in their eyes, followed by collective, horrified groans.
"Oh, come on!" "Rei" threw her hands up. "So this isn’t just some weird fever dream? We actually... changed?!"
"I knew something was off!" "Shizuka" gasped, clutching at her very ample new assets. "I thought maybe I hit my head too hard on the way here, but nope! I woke up like this! And why does my voice sound so flirty?!"
"This explains why I suddenly feel like I could perfectly execute an expert kendo stance," "Saeko" mused, tapping her chin. "Not that I’m complaining."
"Oh, sure, take it in stride, why don’t you?" "Saya" scoffed. "Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to reconcile the fact that my brain is telling me I spent my childhood debating politics at the dinner table when I distinctly remember throwing fireballs at my classmates!"
"And I just realized I have disturbingly good muscle memory for handling a rifle," "Rei" muttered, shaking her head. "I shouldn’t know that! I don’t even like guns!"
"You think that’s bad?!" "Shizuka" wailed, waving her arms dramatically. "Why do I suddenly know the best places to get discount alcohol in Tokyo?! I’m a teenager—well, I was a teenager! What even is happening to us?!"
"Okay, okay!" "Saya" rubbed her temples, inhaling deeply as she tried to steady her thoughts. "Let’s just take a breath and figure this out—"
"Or..." "Saeko" interrupted, a playful glint in her eye. "We could worry about it later. It is summer, after all, and besides, didn't we always secretly want to be this hot and sexy all along? Like, we're old enough to appreciate it now, right? I mean, look at us! We’re practically goddesses compared to how we used to be!"
"Goddesses? Pfft, try absolute bombshells," "Rei" interjected, flipping her longer hair over her shoulder with a smirk. "Do you have any idea how much of a glow-up this is? I went from being the 'small but fierce' terror of my class to an actual runway model overnight."
"Oh please, like you had it rough," "Saya" scoffed, hands on her hips. "You had the whole 'tiny but adorable' thing going for you. Me? I had to make up for my... lack of physical appeal with sheer intellect and attitude. Now? I don’t even have to try. I’m drop-dead gorgeous and still the smartest one here."
"Uh-huh, sure, keep telling yourself that," "Saeko" teased, crossing her toned arms as she examined herself. "Honestly, this might be the best thing to ever happen to us. We get to be strong, mature, and confident, without any of the insecurities we carried before. We’re not just girls anymore—we’re full-grown women, and we’re owning it. Sure, it’s weird adjusting to the new names and the little shifts in personality, but let’s be real, it’s not all bad.
"Ugh, but I still hate this whole name thing," "Saya" grumbled, crossing her arms. "Like, why do I suddenly feel the urge to correct people when they get something wrong? Oh wait, that was always a thing, but now it's somehow worse."
"Could be worse," "Rei" muttered, running a hand through her hair. "At least you're not suddenly... pervy. Why am I even thinking about this stuff? It’s like I turned into a completely different person!"
"Well, I think it's kinda fun!" "Shizuka" chimed in with a dreamy smile, stretching her arms. "Besides, haven’t you always wanted to just let loose and relax? I feel like I was born to chill. And maybe have a drink... or two..."
"You're just using this as an excuse to be even more of a ditz," "Saya" snapped, rubbing her temples. "And you, 'Saeko'—why are you so... composed? Where's all the hot-headedness? The temper tantrums?"
"I suppose I’ve grown past all that," "Saeko" responded smoothly, a sly smirk playing on her lips. "It’s called maturity, dear. You should try it sometime."
"Oh, shut up," "Saya" shot back, though there was no real bite behind her, prompting a hearty laugh from "Rei".
The argument escalated in playful banter, but before anyone could react, "Saya" suddenly lunged forward, her arms wrapping around "Rei" from behind in an unexpected glomp, her ample chest pressing against the taller girl's back. "Rei" yelped, caught completely off guard, her face flushing as she struggled against the impromptu embrace.
"W-What the hell, Saya?!" "Rei" sputtered, attempting to pry herself free.
"Oh, relax, Rei~!" "Saya" teased, tightening her grip as she nuzzled against her transformed friend. "You should be thanking me. We need to appreciate these assets while we still can!"
"SAYA!" Rei shouted, her face turning red as she tried to wriggle free. "L-Let go! People are staring!"
"Oh, come on!" Saya laughed, flashing a mischievous grin. "We’re the Four Gorgeous Queens of the Beach! Let them stare!"
"I can’t tell if you’re having too much fun with this or if you’ve completely lost it," Saeko said with an amused smirk, crossing her arms as she watched the chaos unfold.
"Probably both!" Shizuka giggled, resting her chin on her hand. "But honestly, it’s kind of exciting! When else are we going to have perfect beach bodies without hitting the gym?"
"Alright, alright!" Rei finally broke free, breathing heavily as she fixed her bikini top and shot Saya a glare. "Can we not get carried away? We still have to figure out how to fix this!"
"Ugh, don’t be such a downer!" Saya huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "Besides, I started this, so I’ll fix it... eventually. Probably. But until then, why not enjoy it?"
"That’s oddly mature of you, Saya," Saeko noted with a small smile. "Didn’t expect you to roll with this so fast."
"Are you kidding?" Saya adjusted her glasses, her smirk widening. "For once in my life, I don’t have to fight to be noticed. I’m not just some rich girl in the background—I’m Saya Takagi, and I look amazing."
"That’s the spirit!" Shizuka cheered, clapping her hands. "I say we have fun while it lasts! I mean, what’s the harm in enjoying ourselves before we have to go back to normal?"
"Ugh, I hate that I agree with you," Rei sighed, but a small smile crept onto her face. "Fine, fine. We might as well enjoy it while we can. But Saya—you will fix this when the time comes."
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Saya said dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. "Now, shall we go be goddesses?"
The four girls laughed as they turned toward the ocean, their bond growing stronger in that golden moment. As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the beach, the self-proclaimed Four Gorgeous Queens of the Beach dashed toward the water, splashing and laughing with a carefree joy they hadn’t felt in ages.
For now, they were just Saya, Rei, Saeko, and Shizuka—four stunning, confident women embracing their beauty and strength under the sunset. And even though Saya knew she had to find a way to undo her spell, she couldn’t help but enjoy staying in character just a little while longer."L-Let go! People are watching!"
"Oh, please!" "Saya" snickered, grinning. "We’re the Four Sexy Goddesses of the Beach! Let them watch!"
"I can’t tell if you’re enjoying this situation too much or if you’ve just lost it," "Saeko" observed with an amused smirk, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched the spectacle unfold.
"A little bit of both, I think," "Shizuka" giggled, resting her chin on her hand. "But I have to admit, it’s kinda fun! We should totally make the most of this. When else are we going to have the perfect beach bodies without lifting a finger?"
"Okay, okay!" "Rei" finally broke free, panting as she adjusted her bikini top, throwing a glare at "Saya." "Can we not get carried away? We still need to figure out how to reverse this!"
"Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill!" "Saya" huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Besides, I did this, so I’ll find a way to undo it. Eventually. Probably. But in the meantime, can’t we just enjoy ourselves?"
"That’s surprisingly mature of you, Saya," "Saeko" noted with a small smile. "I didn’t think you’d accept this so quickly."
"Are you kidding?" "Saya" adjusted her glasses, her smirk returning. "For the first time in my life, I feel like I actually command attention without even trying. I’m not some overlooked noble girl anymore—I’m Saya Takagi, and I look good."
"That’s the spirit!" "Shizuka" cheered, playfully clapping her hands. "I say we embrace it while it lasts! I mean, what’s the harm in a little fun before we have to go back to normal?"
"Ugh, I hate that I agree with you," "Rei" sighed, finally cracking a reluctant smile. "Fine, fine. We might as well make the most of it. But I’m holding you to that promise, Saya—when the time comes, you will fix this."
"Cross my heart and hope to die," "Saya" said dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "Now, let’s go be goddesses, shall we?"
The four of them laughed, a newfound bond solidifying between them as they turned toward the rolling waves. With the sun beginning its slow descent, casting a golden glow over the beach, the self-proclaimed Four Sexy Goddesses of the Beach raced toward the water, splashing and frolicking with an uninhibited joy they hadn’t felt in a long time.
For now, they were Saya Takagi, Rei Miyamoto, Saeko Busujima and Shizuka Marikawa—four voluptuous, stunning vixens embracing their newfound beauty, strength, and confidence under the setting sun. And even though Saya knew she had to find a way to reverse her spell, she couldn't deny that, just for today, she was more than happy to stay in character a little while longer.
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Based on the TF sequence series of the same name by @ThatFreakGivz
Character(s) belong to Noboru Yamaguchi, Yashichiro Takahashi, Yuyuko Takemiya, Kenjiro Hata and Shōji Satō
