FTM! Reader X MHA! Story [Am I Man Enough?]

Chapter 2 - Crushing Grapes Into Wine

TW: Haha dysphoria.

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LOCKER ROOMS???

I was focusing so much on how I was going to get out of this predicament I've been placed in that once I get back to reality, I realize I'm already in front of the locker rooms.

So I could go into the boy's, that is the one I'm supposed to be in. But knowing guys, they're probably comparing abs right about now, and I'm really not trying to pull up on the gun show with my 1. Gay ass and 2. Half binder that legit looks like a bra.

Or I could go into the girl's. There's a less of a chance of me getting completely bodied for not showing I'm a "dude-man", but I'd certainly get yelled at.

I notice everyone going into their respective locker rooms, but I don't feel it. I don't feel like I'm there. I don't feel myself twisting my gym uniform like a cobra constricting a mouse. It's like time's lagged and my brain's trying helplessly to get back on the plot line.

They know. They all do. They're waiting in there. You're coming out of that locker room with either a couple of bruises or bald spots. Probably both. How do you call yourself a boy if you have tits, that's not possible. Well, not for you. Since you're so obviously faking it for attention. I just can't believe that you were so stupid you didn't think there might be a locker room. Stupid, STUPID D/N-

I feel a hand fall heavily onto my shoulder which jolts my brain ahead, getting me back to the present moment.

I look over my right shoulder to see Mr. Aizawa. He says something, but apparently my brain was still reeling from the reality check, so I didn't hear a word he said. The only thing I picked up was him saying "locker room". I smile up at him, really not trying to give a bad impression as the kid who doesn't listen.

And then he stays emotionless and pushes me to the boys locker room door. It swings open and I walk in on all of the guys. Thankfully, they were not comparing abs like I thought so, but they were mostly all shirtless. And yep. My face slowly turned bright red.

They all have abs.

Damn, they hot-

I realized I was staring once I heard a little 3' guy start talking about girls' boobs. All of the boys, we watch him rip off the weird All Might "Gender Positivity" poster they put in there. Oh gods they put that in here cuz I'm here didn't they?

Before I could figure out what the grape was trying to do, he falls back off the floor, twitching like a dead animal. I see a headphone jack retreat into the hole and hear a female voice say "I'll make some caulk to patch that hole up". Gods I wish I had gotten to class earlier so I knew legit anyone in the class.

I pick the Grape guy up by the collar and glare at him. "Wow, I can't believe they let a pervert into UA. If I find out you ever do anything again to make those ladies uncomfortable, your already crooked ass teeth are meeting my fist. And I don't think they'll be friends. Got it?"

He gulped loudly and nodded and I dropped him, making him hit the floor pretty hard. When I turn around I see all the guys staring at me kind of scared. Well, besides that Pomeranian and Kiri, one of which was getting ready, smirking a little, and the other smiling at me proud.

I roll my eyes and wave them away, "What're you all looking at? Get ready already."

I hear a blonde guy, who still hasn't put his shirt on, chuckle. "Haha, she said cock." I hate to say that I had to stifle a laugh.

After a solid minute and all of the boys filtered out, I know it's time for me to change. I'm pretty sure that's what Aizawa said, that he'll excuse me for being last out of the locker rooms.

I unwrap the gym uniform from the iron grip they had on my hands due to my own fear. I walk over to my assigned locker. I got a small one, but that was okay since I was only holding a stick of deodorant and soon my uniform.

I strip my clothes off, down to where I'm only in my binder and boxers. I pull on the pants which were very good at hiding curves and my tennis shoes. I stopped at my binder for a second.

I mean. I know I should take it off. But if I do that. How am I going to explain the anime-girl sized tits I have.

Damn me not having a mutation quirk to blame it on.

I look behind me and believe it or not, find my answer. One look in the mirror convinces me to zip up my jacket without taking it off. I'll just fake having asthma. Worked in middle school.

I throw my clothes in the locker and speed walk out of there and start running towards where everyone was gathered outside. The first thing I saw was the angry blonde from earlier winding up to throw something. The first thing I heard was a sonic catastrophe and that same boy yelling the word "DIE!" as a baseball launched away from him as of his personality drove away inanimate objects too.
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Hey hey hey~

So there wasn't a bunch of dysphoria but it still happened so there.

Hope you're having a great 24 hours. Could be your last. Thank gods.

Bye for now handsome <3