Persona 3: Spring of Rebirth

New Days

"What year is it?"

"It's 2009. Why?"

"Right, of course," Kotone said, not looking at Yukari. But then why does this say...? "Just wanted to be completely sure, since apparently I have the year wrong on this."

"Ah, I guess that makes sense." Yukari replied. Kotone knew, from the tone of her voice, that the brunette hadn't completely bought that, "So, I think I'm gonna go read a bit in my room. What about you? You probably gonna hit the shower, right? You probably spent the whole day yesterday traveling—" Yukari stopped herself as she realized what she said might've come off as rude, "Not that you smell, or anything, just that it'd be what I'd do..."

"R-Right..." Kotone's face turned a shade of red that matched her eyes. The thought hadn't even crossed the boy-turned-girl's mind. She'd have to shower this body at some point or another. "But I don't know where the shower's at..." It was a flimsy excuse, even she knew that.

"I'll show you," Yukari said, and for the second time that day, Kotone was being led through the hallway by the brunette. It didn't take even a minute before she was standing in front of the bathroom, "There you go. There're already towels in there, so you don't have to worry about that." Yukari then walked away from the speechless Kotone, and left to her room.

"Fuck me..." Kotone muttered, entering the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

She spent what felt like an eternity just staring at the reflection in the mirror. This was her first time getting a clear look at her reflection; sure, she had seen it before in the monorail, where it was only clear enough for him to learn her body was different; the red eyes and red hair tied into a ponytail, the soft lips and smooth, pale, skin. If she wasn't inside of it, Kotone certainly would've likely fallen hard for this girl— hell, she was technically falling for her at that exact moment.

"Get a grip, jeez—" Kotone slapped her own face, her cheeks red, "This isn't normal..."

"No shit."

Kotone turned around in surprise at the voice in her head, confused. "What the...?" It was gone, but for a moment it seemed like someone had spoken directly to her. She let out a sigh, "Am I hearing things now, too?"

With a defeated look on her face, Kotone began reluctantly undressing, starting by undoing the ponytail and the big red bow. She took a painfully long time taking the uniform off, "Of all memories not to have right now, it had to be the ones about how to get this off..." Kotone groaned, fighting to remove the underwear. After what seemed like an eternity, she was finally victorious.

As her eyes glanced at his reflection in the mirror, her face once more became as red as a tomato. She couldn't help but stare at her chest, not too big but not small at all—

"Jeez— Control yourself, Kotone—!" she whisper shouted to herself, snapping out of her trance. She had been going by that name in her head since she learned about it. It might be the name of the girl whose body the boy was inside, but it was the only one she knew — and she found it nice. — She turned on the hot water and stepped under the shower in an attempt to empty her mind. This failed, of course, as the water streaming down her her skin only made the differences between this body and the one she was used to more apparent. "I just can't do this..." Kotone muttered, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "It wouldn't be right, either..."