Slowly, Hikaru creaked the door open. She gasped as her breasts rubbed against the door; getting through required more room than it used to. She padded down the hall and peered out into the living area, to where her parents were.
“Um... Mom? Dad?”
Both turned to her at the call; their eyes widened. “Pardon me, young lady, but... who are you?” her mother asked. Her eyes twinkled for a second. “Are you a friend of my son?” Her father was too busy drooling.
Hikaru bit her lip. “It’s me, Hikaru... I sorta found a spell that would make me irresistable and I wanted to be so I cast the spell butsomethingwentwrongandIchangedintoagirlandnowIdon’tknowhowtochangeback!”
Both her parents blinked at this; her father, at least, had the sense to close his mouth. Her mother approached her, looked her up and down, then put a hand on her cheek. “Hi... Hikaru-chan?”
Hikaru winced at the suffix. “Yeah, it’s me.” She shrugged. “Crazy, huh?”
Her mother continued to look her over. Hikaru gulped at the hungry look in her mother’s eyes. She knew that look... “Uh, Mom?”
Her mother grabbed her by the hand. “Dear, um... I don’t mean to be rude, but... you said you didn’t know how to change back?”
Hikaru nodded. “I’ll need to look at the spell book to see what I did wrong, but... at the moment, I’m kind of afraid to. I mean, if I was trying to become an irresistable guy and I do this, then...” She coughed nervously. “Um... I was wondering if I could borrow some clothes... and go shopping for a bit.”
Her mother practically glowed with happiness. “Oh, Hikaru... let me come with you...”
***
The spells in the Bakanomicron are extremely dangerous. Being on the receiving end of one means your life is screwed up beyond all recognition; as the kami have a sense of justice, this is nothing compared to what the caster goes through. ‘Twisted’ doesn’t begin to describe it; the magic simply warps reality in ways it wasn’t meant to be.
One other thing about those Baka spells: they’re also insanely potent.
***
“Hey, baby, how about we go to the Barstucks and grab us some tea?”
Hikaru stopped and stared at the man, then took a step back. “I’m sorry, I’m busy.” She pulled on the collar of her borrowed shirt. “I need to shop for some clothes.”
His eyes twinkled. “Well then, how about dinner tomorrow night?”
“Um... no.” Hikaru blinked as she realized something: Her mother was with her, and this guy was still hitting on her.
Said mother had grabbed Hikaru by the sleeve. “We’re sorry, sir, but we really need to be going.” Hikaru waved as she walked away from him; the poor guy looked as if his heart had been ripped out.
“Hikaru-chan... I think we need to talk,” her mother huffed as they trotted toward the station. Hikaru kept her balance - not easy with the strange shoes and the weights on her chest, but she managed. Her mother practically flew to the station, bought the tickets, and found empty seats on the train.
After a few deep breaths, her mother brushed the hair from her eyes, and sighed. “Hikaru... I think you need to understand the magnitude of what’s happened to you.”
Hikaru blinked. “What’s... happened?”
Her mother nodded slowly. “Look around you, Hikaru-chan.”
She looked. Two teenaged boys were talking about their lives; however, their gazes found her every few seconds. A salaryman pretended to read the newspaper; his eyes, however, weren’t on the printed page. A shy high-school girl - Kolkolz High, by the look of the uniform - half-turned away, her face beet red from a blush. In the corner, a strange dark-skinned gaijin beauty wasn’t being so discreet; the hunger in her eyes shone through past waves of platinum hair. (And what were those markings on her face, anyway?)
Her mother smoothed out her skirt, and let out a long sigh. “Hikaru-chan, you cast a spell to make yourself irresistable. You succeeded. Did you think of the consequences of that?”
Hikaru gulped. “Um... no... I thought I’d just get Akane.”
(Somewhere in Nerima, a bitchgirl sneezed into her food bowl.)
Hikaru felt her mother’s hand on her knee. “Dear, it’s not easy being a girl. We always have to worry about some boy doing something he shouldn’t. We're not like Ranma or Akane; if someone tries anything, we can't defend ourselves. And you... with your ‘irresistability’... I’m scared for you, Hikaru. Really scared.”
Hikaru looked down at her feet. “So what should I do, Mom?”
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(Posted Sat, 26 Oct 2002 04:32)
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