Hinata looked at the clock. It was already 2:13.
She looked at her profile, and the program that would take effect in two minutes.
Hinata thought of herself as timid and gloomy. Naruto always preferred lively girls like Sakura. Still, being able to get Naruto’s attention is the only thing she really admired about Sakura. It was so much easier to work out fantasy scenario's on a machine then go out and live them. Maybe she could win Naruto’s affection herself if she just acted more direct. She didn’t need to rewrite herself. Yes, that’s what she would do. Hinata would make Naruto understand her feelings. No misunderstandings, half hearted confessions, or running away before they can talk.
She scrolled to the top right of the screen and clicked the X to close the window. The cursor turned into an hourglass and a minute went by without the window closing.
She tried control-alt-delete. Nothing happened. Now she was becoming nervous.
Maybe the computer was to frozen to run the master program. She couldn’t rely on that.
Hinata reached behind and unplugged the machine. Wiping sweat from her brow she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she opened her eyes to behold that the laptop was still running. People don’t use computers much in Konoha and nobody ever told her about lithium batteries.
Scrolling around she found that the cursor turned into an hourglass whenever she entered her profile, but turned into an arrow when she exited.
Closing the laptop, she lifted the machine and frantically smashed it against her dresser. She opened it to see a cracked screen with the program still running.
Since only her own profile was frozen she moved into Sakura’s profile. Maybe she could do something afterall. Furiously she clicked a series of commands and just as she hit enter her own time ran out.
At 2:15 exactly, she felt a sudden throbbing. Hinata put her hand to her temples and screamed as her skull reshaped itself to give her Sakura’s distinctively large forehead. Her hair retained it’s colour, but the style changed to match Sakura’s and her headband fromed from her neck to her forehead. Her body became slender and toned with larger curves in some places and her once baggy clothes hugged her closely reforming into a tight red chinese style dress.
When it was over she looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m different.”
‘Shannaro’ a voice in her head screamed.
It wasn’t just that she was dressed like Sakura, if Hinata went shopping today these were the kinda clothes she’d pick out. ‘Way hotter than the baggy shit I use’ta wear,’ the inner voice yelled. On the surface she wanted to act polite, be a good daughter, a good student, a good shinobi. Still when she thought of herself just moments ago she could hear the inner voice tease her about it.
What was stranger was thinking about Naruto. No longer was it a shy and quiet infatuation. ‘Everything about that goofball pisses me off. I hate his perverted attitude, his wierdo turn into a girl jutsu, the boorish way he eats, the crude way he talks,” “yet I want to keep thinking about him. is this another kind of love?”
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