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Like a girl

Uraraka Ochako is a monster. 

Just as I was about to leave, she had to pull me back in again. Her excuse was, "You're just so pretty, and it would be awful if you wen't out there with those clothes." Like who would even care? I'm the same Izuku Midoriya, just, as a girl. But Uraraka would beg to differ. She made me try on a bunch of different oufits, all of them supposedly pajamas. I never knew girls had to spend twenty minutes picking out pajamas every day before going to bed. What a waste of time. But now, I  was one of those girls. As Uraraka kept on giving clothes, I prayed that this wouldn't be permanent. But as I said before, this girl is a monster. After about 25 minutes, she finally settled on this really short, white flowy dress that she called a nightgown. 

"I outgrew this one too, but it'll fit you perfectly Deku-chan!" She happily said, "Just wait ti'll everybody sees you!" 

"There's no way in hell I'm ever going to wear that," I said, hoping she would give up on me.

"Awww, but you're so pretty, pleassee Deku-chan?"

"Only if you stop calling me Deku-chan," I said, but I regretted it soon enough.

"Deal!" She shouted, smirking.

That was the worst deal I had ever done in my life.

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But, Uraraka still had some dignity left in her, somewhere. I know that because when we walked out of her dorm she tried to hide me as much as possible. She really is a good friend, but she's also the 'good friend' that when you wake up at 8:00 in the morning, finally gets you ready at 9:45. She forced me into the girls' bathroom even though I wanted to go to boys' bathroom. I guess she was right though, it would have been awkward if you saw a girl in there. Uraraka gave me instructions on how to use the bathroom, which ended up in me blushing for five minutes straight. We tried to brush my hair but it was too unruly and always went back to curling itself again. She made me look in the mirror again and, well, I was never going to forget again. I looked like an actual girl. Ochako fangirled over how I had the curves of a woman and how the nightgown fit me perfectly. I really wanted to just run away and hide. But with these short, thick legs, I don't think I'll make it out. But what would the others think about me? Uraraka says I'm cute, but I definitely don't think so. I still kinda consider myself a guy. I just sigh and keep on staring at the mirror.

"What's wrong Deku?" Uraraka noticed my sigh.

"Nothing, I'm just nervous," I say as a light blush spreads on my cheeks.

"Don't worry! You're so cute!" She says.

But that was exactly what I was worried about.

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I wanted to scream. Me and Uraraka were walking all the way to the kitchen. I'm glad we didn't run, because I definetly would have fallen, I'm so nervous. As we neared the kitchen and dining room area, you could hear all the boisterous laughing, shouting, and arguing. I saw Iida sitting there, alone, and I felt bad because me and Uraraka (mostly Uraraka) were taking hours to get ready. As we got even closer, I started to shuffle behind Uraraka, who just looked back and smiled, a reassuring smile, at me. Some people started to notice Uraraka, but not me cause I got shorter.

"Good morning Uraraka-san," Yaoyorozu smiled then frowned as she noticed part of my hair.

"Ribbit, what took you, ribbit, so long Uraraka?" Asui asked. 

"Well..." she scratched her head, "I was getting someone ready this morning,"

And before I could say anything, she stepped out of the way. Revealing me.

Plates were dropped.

I bet no one is reading this, but I really don't care. This was actually just for fun. And if you read, please comment any minor mistakes. Thanks!