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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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What would a trip to the mountains be without taking the time to go on a nature walk and enjoy the scenery? Especially when there were rumours of a secluded spring somewhere to find! No rumours of any of the spring's side-effects beyond it supposedly leaving your body feeling like never before...

It was both fortunate and disappointing that the spring wasn't too difficult to locate. There was a small path that had been used often enough for the snow to have been packed down by several sets of footprints, marking a very obvious trail. It was probably for the best that there wasn't any grand adventure to look for things. Getting lost in the wilderness of the mountains sounded like a disaster. Especially if there was an avalanche or a wild animal encounter or anything.

"Ha ha ha! It seems that we have reached our destination with plenty of time to spare!"

Which meant they could leave earlier. And Ishimaru could get back to work earlier. GOOD.

Plenty of time to spare? As if vacations were anything BUT time to spare... Ishimaru's unrelenting study habits baffled him.

"Hey, doesn't look too bad," Mondo remarked, sounding pleasantly surprised by this "hidden" gem. The steam curled up across the still blossom-kissed surface of the water, as though trying to lull cold passersby who had been strolling across mountain trails to slip into this beautiful retreat. "Best of all, it'll be just us, ahh, brother?" He got straight to work stripping down to nothing at all.

Look, bro, maybe some people actually cared that finals were coming up. Maybe some people had fucked themselves over by overcrowding their schedules with extra classes when they didn't need to. Maybe some people were constantly on the verge of a complete nervous breakdown because they weren't expecting to be told that they should be graduating this year.

Maybe some people really needed to relax.

Ishimaru intended to do just that, especially since the fact that it was just the two of them meant that he didn't have to worry about keeping people from dirtying the water by jumping in with their clothes on or stopping groups of peeping toms. He was a little slower about undressing, mostly because he took the time to fold his clothing carefully.

"Of course! Even though we are already roommates back at the school, there's something refreshingly different about getting to spend time out here instead!"

School was stressful, after all. Not only due to his endless responsibilities and the nature of Smash itself, but also because even though schools are a wild hall monitor's natural environment, there was always going to be that association with death and despair in the back of his mind now. Especially with the murders that had been happening. He didn't need to think about that right now.

Mondo wasn't bent under the stress of school finals, but he could definitely agree on the relaxation part one hundred percent. After all, he'd just been through hell and lived to tell of it- the same hell Ishimaru had been to. How long ago had it been, a month? No, longer. Nonetheless, even a month isn't enough time to unhinge the deep-seated terror completely, if it was ever possible to abolish himself of even the last fleck of trauma Hope's Peak Murder Academy Prison had caused altogether. He wasn't one to voice it to anyone unless they were Naegi or Ishimaru, and even then he did so sparingly. Time's slow crawl made it easier on him to cope, but it also caused him to itch with a feverish anxiousness to return home that came in flares, just to see what had happened to the state of the outside world- The Crazy Diamonds, really, in all its uncertain fate. For now, he could go along with this school life, he guessed, until he could figure out what to do with himself next.

"Nothing's better than a hot bath in the cool air," he replied eagerly, part of him relapsing into memories of public baths spent with his gang after a long night of riding. "'Specially if it's away from everything else." Everything else including 'everyone else in this school' and their unsavory habits that made it hard to chill out or even hold a simple conversation without something batshit busting in to ruin the mood, but also the implication that this refuge would help dissolve all earthly worries away- kind of like the brief escape he took from the stress of Hope's Peak by participating in Hot Steamy Night (Ishimaru's presence reminded him of that). "Besides, there's no one I'd rather share it with right now."

Well... he could think of quite a few people. But they were either long gone or far gone. Having stripped completely, he slid into the water, wincing slightly at the dramatic change in heat but easing in all the same.

"I feel very much the same!" Ishimaru was, of course, being one hundred percent open and honest about his feelings on whose company he enjoyed most, and took Mondo's words to be equally true without a second thought.

He very neatly stashed his clothes and towel on the driest, flattest rock he could pick out before joining his brother in the water. The chill of the mountain air hadn't been as noticeable as it was when he plunged his body into the hot water, but he grit his teeth and endured the stinging in his hands and feet for the sake of saving face. Getting out now and trying to ease back into it would just make it worse.

As he finally adjusted to the heat, all tension ebbed from his body, and with it went any thoughts of the stresses of Smash Academy and Hope's Peak before it. Even the worried, homesick feeling that such a traditionally Japanese resort gave him seemed so far away.

There was just the sunlight on his face, the fresh spring air, and the soothing water... drifting along the surface of which was something black and thick. Hair? He grabbed at it and quickly discovered that it was attached to his own head.

What the.

Mondo's eyes, which had wandered elsewhere across the pleasant scenery for a stint of time, happened to fall back to Ishimaru, attracted to the motion of hand flying to head. In even less time, Mondo's face contorted into intense shock. He yelped loudly, then sprung backwards and gripped at the edges of the pool like he was being cornered by this sight and now feared for his life. HOW DID A GIRL GET IN HERE?!? As if it wasn't hot enough in here... His face would get so hot he'd probably faint, he just knew it.

He remained slack-jawed because words were REALLY HARD RIGHT NOW. Wait a second, that was totally Ishimaru.

...HOLY SHIT. THAT WAS TOTALLY ISHIMARU. He began making really strange sounds like he was struggling to speak. None of this made any sense to him.

"Y-y-you..."

"What?!"

The funny thing about panic was how easy it was to spread. It was confusing enough to suddenly find that he had much longer hair now than he did a minute ago, but seeing Mondo jump away from him like that gave him the feeling there was something far worse going on that he wasn't seeing. His first instinct was to make sure there wasn't something menacing lurking behind him. When he saw the coast was clear, he turned back to the man pressed against the rocky wall of the spring. Something was off, and not just in his behaviour.

It took him a full three seconds to realize that he was staring at a naked woman. A naked woman who... was most definitely his brother, given the fact that there was nobody else around and that pompadour was pretty unmistakable. The panicky feeling was officially too much to push aside anymore.

"What happened to you?!"

More like what happened to his voice? It sounded really off to his own ears.

He jabbed an accusatory finger in her direction (it was trembling ever so slightly). "ME?! The real fucking question i-"

He... no, really "she", had to stop right there. Because whatever was coming out of his throat was definitely not his voice. Vainly he grabbed at his throat like there was a frog stuck in it, plunging him deeper into the water with a splash. In this feverish headlong rush of thoughts crashing into one another he added two plus two and got I'm having a nightmare. If that girl was Ishimaru (BUT HOW) and had a funny voice, then the reason he had a funny voice that was higher in pitch and feminine like the girl-who-used-to-be-a-guy in front of him...

All he had to do was look down.

".........Holy shit."

Ishimaru was coming to his own brilliant deductions at around the same time. There was no way this could be happening... But a quick glance at his own chest yielded undeniable proof that it definitely was. He looked back to Mondo for the briefest of moments,then realized that wait, this was totally indecent and clapped his wet hands over his eyes instead.

It was too late; he had already seen way too many boobs for him to be okay with.

"So... So this is real... isn't it? You're seeing it too?" Part of him held the hope that the response would be a 'what the hell are you talking about' or something equally rude but comforting.

It was so weird seeing Ishimaru cover his... her?? eyes like that in front of him, and it had the effect of making him even more uncomfortable to be in this unfamiliar and overwhelmingly womanly body. Before, they had nothing to hide. They were completely content. For fuck's sake, they were MEN. There was a part of him inside that just wanted to unhinge a terrible glass-shattering scream. He didn't want to be seeing this! Under different circumstances mayb- no it would be way too weird to even consider no matter how naked and female they were because they were THEM.

"Yeah, I see it!! You're a...!" He held back on calling her what he wanted to call her because maybe, subconsciously speaking, if he didn't say it, he could cling to the last shred of doubt and pretend it really wasn't happening.

"...fucking..."

But the longer he had to witness the undeniable truth his vision solidly testified, the less he could deny it and the more anxiety got built up over it.

"...We're NOT girls!! Shit, what the FUCK is happening to us?!" he cried with terror and confusion flaring up in his eyes.

"I don't know!! But the-- the important thing is not to panic! That's not going to change any of this!"

It was hard to stay convincing with his voice as shrill as it was. Was that his own panic slipping through or just the way his new voice was? He couldn't tell. All he knew for sure was that it seemed like a good idea to take a few calming breaths before finally removing his hands from his eyes. He wasn't sure where to look, though.

"This shouldn't even be possible... But... if it happened, then there must be a way to fix it as well..."

The boy who was all too comfortable in stripping down in front of other people was now painfully shy about his new body; he turned away from Mondo and sank deeper into the water.

Those words only managed to console him marginally. Inside, he was still thrashing around in shaken turmoil. Mondo had swallowed a lot of strange experiences this past month, but curses were a new item on the menu. This? This was pure body horror.

"How do you fix something as impossible as this?!" he screamed, throwing his arms out of the water to slip his hands beneath his melon-sized breasts and heave them up- just to accentuate his point. "We don't even know how it happened in the first place! What the hell're we supposed to do about it?!"

"We can figure this out! I heard the hotel staff talking about how this spring was unlike any other... And this change occurred when we came in, right?"

So, putting those two facts together... The answer was pretty obvious to his ACE*DETECTIVE SKILLS. He turned around, eager to reveal his discovery.

"In that case, the water itself must-- ah!"

Oh god, what was Mondo doing. That was obscene.

"What?! Don't touch those!! That is so inappropriate!!"

"What? You mean these?" Oh damn it he grabbed them again. This time, he put a little more squeeze into it. You'd think he was having fun or something. "Why the fuck not? They're part of my body. I can do whatever I want with them!"

Damn! That was flawless logic. That didn't mean he wanted to see it. He rose out of the spring just enough to grab his towel before flinging it in Mondo's direction.

"You should still treat your body with more respect than that!! Let's focus on solving this problem, alright?! We'll go back to the hotel and see what can be done from there..."

The towel smacked him in the face, slipped down ~~his pompadour~~, and ended up in his hands when he tried to snag it before it fell to a soaking, unusable demise. He scowled bitterly at the person who threw it.

Ishimaru was completely overreacting about the boob-grabbing, but whatever. More importantly they needed to address their problem somehow. "Not sure what that's gonna do, but I guess it beats waiting around for an answer that might not come..."

Their bath was completely ruined and it felt terrible. So did the cool air breathing against his skin as he emerged from the steaming waters. Weird. This was too weird. He draped the towel around the body he couldn't quite accept as... really his anymore, finding to his dismay that the terry cloth was just barely able to cover everything he needed to hide. With an embarrassment that wasn't present before, he shyly kept shifting his eyes over to Ishimaru to see how he was doing (but with ulterior motives), ready to retract his eyes if he caught him looking for just a second too long. It was so damn hard not to feel the desire to peek because he had a woman's body over there and he felt so curious about it and this was the first time he'd ever been naked with a girl and...

it had to be like this. For fuck's sake, HE was a girl. No, no no no fuck that- he was a MAN. And Ishimaru was NOT supposed to be a girl. This was getting so confusing. He refused to believe for one second that this was permanent and clung to the hope that they'd revert back, just so he wouldn't slip into despair at being stripped of his highly touted manhood.

Ishimaru, meanwhile, was exercising every shred of self-discipline he had. He'd never admit it, but beneath all the panic about the current predicament there was an inkling of curiosity... after all, even the model student was, in the end, a teenage boy. ~~Except right now when he was a teenage girl.~~

A teenage boy who definitely didn't need to take the first steps down some dark path of depravity that could potentially distract him from his studies, so it was eyes straight ahead into the woods while he dried and dressed as quickly as possible. What was the deal with long hair though, apparently that took forever to dry to the point that he could be sure it wouldn't soak his clothing on the way back to the inn. In the end, he spent entirely too much time trying to figure out how to wrap the towel around both it and his head and make it stay nice and neat.

Neatness was still a priority, after all.

"Right, we're surely be able to get this sorted out somehow... before anybody finds out..." It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself that it was even possible.

It sounded like it wasn't working at all.

In the time Ishimaru got dressed, Mondo sneaked over to his pile of clothes and started sliding them on, thankful to swap them with the tiny towel that would only wreak disaster if he had to actually move around in it with people in general proximity. The thought of men gawking at his brand new assets ticked him off. He never loved his tokkoufuku more than this critical moment.

"If we take the back way and loop around the resort, we'll wind up at the lobby," he pointed out. "We could file a complaint!"

Though what the staff even had to do with special problem remained a mystery. He hung his head in disappointment. "...Fuck, nevermind." His face contorted in frustration. "Whatever. Let's head that way. There's less people..." The gang leader charged ahead in broad strides.

"No, I think filing a complaint is the first thing we should do!"

But. What good would that even do. Well, obviously the staff knew something about it. It was a spring on the resort grounds, after all, even if it was in a pretty secluded area.

He quickly followed after, even going so far as to outright take the lead. ~~GURL LOOK AT DEM HIPS no don't do that.~~

"If nothing else, we should at least make sure they put up warning signs!"

It felt like the mission they were so eager to set forth on was nothing but a fruitless endeavor. No matter how you looked at it, there was no easy solution to a problem that never had to be fixed before (to his limited knowledge, anyway). Knowing this, his steps only grew more heavy and deliberate. But Kiyotakoka was a master at deliberate marching and whipped past him in a hurry, and he got caught up in watching her move.

~~Look at dem hips you can't tell me what to do~~

"Wait... You think the springs over there did this to us?" he asked in surprise while pointing back at the dangerous waters, the added effect of watching him walk ahead of him probably enhancing how stupefied he sounded by this revelation.

"Well... What else could it possibly be? People do not just change like this, and if it happened when the both of us were in the water... There's no other explanation, is there?"

Even that one didn't make much sense, but he was grasping at whatever he could at this point. He stopped suddenly and spun on his heel, searching Mondo's expression for some kind of confirmation that what he was saying was the most logical conclusion. What he saw instead seemed a little too vacant for his liking. Was the spring too hot for him back there or what?

Vacant, but just barely. He was paying enough attention to respond, and besides, dat booty was gone, so his divided attention was easy to snap out of. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be getting a bright idea just then if his face lighting up was any indication.

"Then... What happens if we get back in?" he proposed excitedly. "Maybe we'll turn back into men!"

". . ."

Hey Mondo, ever see some girl run and undress at the same time? NOW YOU HAVE.

It was at that moment that he became madly lesbian for Kiyotaka.

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