Hololive☆Gender Panic! ~Yukihana Lamy and the Six Trials~
One morning, the talents of Hololive wake up to a huge shock. Yukihana Lamy, the leader of the popular VTuber group, discovers that some of her friends have had their genders swapped overnight. The always gentle and graceful Shirakami Fubuki has become a cool young man with a snow-country charm. The tiny, adorable Sakura Miko is now a lively shrine heir. On the other hand, the dependable Ookami Mio has transformed into a gentle, fluffy-haired beauty.
Panic ensues! What caused this? Can they tur
Hololive☆Gender Panic! ~Yukihana Lamy and the Six Trials~ - An upside-down morning in the mirror
Morning. Faint light slipped through the gap in the curtains.
Ninth floor of Maison Hakuro, an apartment building along the Sumida River. Yukihana Lamy opened her eyes in bed. Her clear, ice-blue eyes blinked a few times. Her light blue twintails rustled softly against the pillow.
"…Nn."
She fumbled for her phone. The screen lit up, packed with group chat notifications.
Fubuki: Everyone, I know this sounds weird, but just listen.
Miko: Nyaa! You've gotta be kidding me!
Fubuki: When I woke up this morning, I… turned into a guy.
Miko: Me too! And I'm not tiny anymore!
Lamy stared at the messages, her mind still foggy with sleep.
"…What is this?"
A joke? Some kind of prank? Even as the thought crossed her mind, her sense of responsibility as their leader stirred quietly in her chest. She changed into her white gothic-style dress. As she adjusted the large blue ribbon at her chest, she glanced at her phone again.
Miko: Heading to Cover Corp now!
Fubuki: I'm on my way too. Lamy, can you come?
Cover Corp. The six-story building in Minato Ward that housed Hololive's main studio. Lamy let out a soft sigh, then gave a small nod.
"…I have to go."
She walked to the nearest station. The path along the Sumida River was still sparsely populated. The water's surface glittered, almost painfully bright. Something felt off. The air itself seemed just slightly turned upside down.
Rocking gently on the train, Lamy gazed absently out the window. Buildings drifted slowly past.
(Turned into a guy… what does that even mean?)
She couldn't picture it. Fubuki was always so gentle — being with her felt as reassuring as melting snow. Miko was small, mischievous, cute as a kitten. Hearing that the two of them had "became men" filled her head with nothing but confusion.
She arrived at Minato Ward station and hurried toward Cover Corp at a light jog. The familiar building entrance. Normally, she'd hear staff members calling out "good morning" around this time, but today it was strangely quiet.
She went up to the third-floor lounge. Two unfamiliar figures sat on the sofa.
One was a tall young man with silver-white hair tied back. His long, straight hair reached his waist, shimmering like snow. His narrow, sapphire-blue eyes were strikingly clear, and his features were astonishingly well-proportioned. Even in a simple white shirt and black pants, he looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine page.
"…Fubuki?"
The young man looked up at the sound of her voice.
"[scared]L-Lamy…!"
His voice was still a little high. But it was unmistakably a boy's voice. The moment Fubuki saw Lamy, his face flushed bright red, and he hastily dropped his gaze to the floor.
"[whispers]No, this is, um…"
The other figure leapt energetically off the sofa.
"[angry]Lamy-senpai! What the heck happened to me?!"
Miko, now in the form of a boy, flailed her arms dramatically. She was a bit taller, her shoulders perhaps a touch broader. Her cherry-blossom hair was shorter, with cowlicks springing up playfully. But her large, dark eyes and her hyper-energetic way of speaking were still the same old Miko.
Lamy stood there, looking back and forth between them.
"…Wait, you really did change."
"[excited]That's what I'm saying!"
Miko bounced up and down.
"Seriously, how did this happen?! I was totally a normal girl until yesterday! Then I wake up this morning and I'm… this!"
She pointed at her own chest, then jabbed a finger toward Fubuki.
"And Fubuki-senpai turned into a total ikemen! So unfair!"
"[surprised]It's not unfair!"
Fubuki shot back, his face still bright red. His voice resonated just a little deeper. As if startled by his own voice, Fubuki immediately clamped his mouth shut and looked down.
Lamy drew a quiet breath.
(This isn't a joke…)
As their leader, she couldn't afford to be flustered. Lamy told herself that. But her heart was pounding a frantic rhythm. Out of habit when troubled, she traced the beauty mark under her left eye with her fingertip.
"[serious]…Both of you, calm down. First, can you tell me how this happened?"
She spoke in a voice a little firmer than usual. The responsibility of holding everyone together straightened her spine.
Fubuki nodded, still looking tense.
"[whispers]Um, last night, we were here getting ready for a stream…"
"Yeah, yeah! There was this weird mirror behind the equipment shelf!"
Miko picked up the thread.
"We looked into it, and it went all *flash-bam*, and next thing we knew it was morning and we were like this!"
"Same for me."
Fubuki gave a small nod. The way his face turned faintly red every time he looked at Lamy was almost funny. But this wasn't the time for that.
"…Where's that mirror?"
When Lamy asked, Fubuki pointed toward the streaming studio in the corner of the lounge.
"I think it was in D-Booth on the fourth floor…"
Lamy started walking immediately. Fubuki and Miko's footsteps followed behind her.
She went up to the fourth floor and opened the door to D-Booth. A slightly dim room lined with streaming equipment. The area behind the equipment shelf was tucked out of sight, covered in a thin layer of dust.
Lamy crouched down and reached into the back of the shelf. Her fingertips touched cold metal.
"…Found it."
She pulled it out gently — a hand mirror, palm-sized. About thirty centimeters across, its rim adorned all around with silver vine patterns. The vine work was eerily intricate, as if it might start moving at any moment.
"This is…"
Lamy lifted the mirror in front of her face.
The surface reflected her image. The usual light blue twintails, the white dress. But something was different.
Words surfaced.
*Find your fated person and share a true kiss.*
The next instant, an intense floating sensation washed over her. As if her body were being pulled upside down. Her vision warped and twisted, and Lamy nearly dropped the mirror.
"[scared]Lamy!"
Fubuki rushed over and steadied her shoulders. His large hands touched her delicate frame. They were so warm it made her heart skip a beat.
"[surprised]Ah… thank you."
Lamy pulled away from Fubuki, her cheeks faintly flushed. Fubuki, too, stared at his own hands, opening and closing his mouth as if wanting to say something.
"[scared]Oh crap, oh crap, there was something written there! It said kiss!"
Miko snatched the mirror from Lamy's hands and stared at it intently.
"…Whoa, it's real!"
Miko's body swayed the same way. Lamy hurriedly took the mirror back.
"[serious]This isn't just any mirror… It might be a curse, or something like that."
Lamy's voice trembled. The mirror seemed to have a will of its own — just being near it changed the atmosphere. *The Upside-Down Mirror*, her intuition whispered.
"A curse?"
Fubuki furrowed his brow.
"…So unless we do what these words say, we can't change back?"
Lamy nodded.
"Probably… But what does 'fated person' mean?"
Silence fell over the room.
Fubuki was the first to speak.
"[whispers]Then… I'll…"
He started to say it, looking at Lamy. His sapphire eyes wavered. And then, the next moment, his face turned bright red and he covered his mouth.
"…N-Never mind."
Miko let out an "Ah!" and planted herself in front of Fubuki.
"[angry]Hold it right there! Fubuki-senpai, you were just about to kiss Lamy-senpai, weren't you!"
"[surprised]I-I wasn't! That's not what I was doing!"
"[excited]Then I'll kiss Lamy-senpai! I mean, I wanna turn back to normal!"
"[angry]No!"
This time, Fubuki said it clearly. He clenched his fists and glared at Miko, his face bright red.
"I'm going to… you know, protect Lamy."
"[surprised]Huh? What's that supposed to mean?! This isn't the time to act cool!"
"[angry]I'm not acting cool!"
Lamy watched the exchange, her mouth hanging slightly open.
(…How did it turn into this?)
Her head was spinning. The two boys arguing in front of her were far harder to comprehend than the words floating on the mirror's surface.
"[surprised]W-Wait! Both of you!"
Lamy hurriedly stepped between them.
"Nothing's been decided yet! Who kisses who… we can't just — we have to think about this properly!"
She desperately fought to keep her voice from cracking. She was their leader — she couldn't afford to be this shaken. But her face was surely bright red. The beauty mark under her left eye felt just a little warm.
She glanced out the window. The usual Tokyo scenery felt somehow distant. Maybe, because of this mirror, something in the world had already changed.
Lamy took a small, deep breath, then turned back to the two of them.
"[serious]Anyway, I'm going to contact the other members. There might be others who've changed too."
She pulled out her phone and opened the group chat.
Lamy: Everyone okay? Anything different?
Several replies came back right away — "I'm fine," "What do you mean?" But one person.
Her close friend, Ookami Mio, hadn't responded.
The message remained marked "Unread."
Lamy tightened her grip on her phone just a little. Deep in her chest, a bad feeling began to smolder, faint and hazy. Mio always replied right away.
(Mio… where are you?)
The anxiety spread quietly. But now wasn't the time to show it. Lamy lifted her head and gave a small nod.
"First, let's look into this mirror. I've heard there are old documents at a matchmaking shrine in Bunkyo Ward — Musubinomori Shrine."
She desperately dredged up knowledge that had been gathering dust in the corner of her mental bookshelf. She had to hold everyone together. She had to find a way to turn them back. Her own worries would have to be put aside for now.
The evening light was beginning to spill through the window.
Lamy stared intently at the mirror's vine patterns, now tinged with gold. This small mirror was where it all began. And she had no idea yet that this was only the prologue to the chaos about to unfold.
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