The Auto-Memories Doll and the Curse of Gender-Bending Chaos! - Take responsibility, Violet!

The cursed box, Frühe Kasten. In the corner of the C.H. Postal Company's office, Violet stared intently at the black box. After the morning's chaos, Gilbert's Doppelganger had been summoned by President Hodgins to his office on the third floor. Cattleya, too, had headed to the infirmary for the time being, trying to do something about their drastically altered body. In the now-quiet room, Violet traced the ancient Telsis script engraved on the back of the box with her fingertip. Her metal prosthetic hand tapped against the wooden surface with a click, click. "A kiss between those who truly love each other will break the curse." She read it aloud. And then, the other condition. Find a blood descendant of the creator and ask them to lift the curse. (A kiss between those who love each other) (Love) Inside Violet's head, the Major's voice echoed. *"You are fine just the way you are."* *"I love you."* She still didn't understand the meaning of those words. She clenched her mechanical prosthetic hand tightly. That was when it happened. "Uwaaaaaaaah!!" A shrill scream rang out from the direction of the postal company's entrance. Violet looked up. A familiar voice. But much higher-pitched than usual. As she walked down the hallway, she found a beautiful girl jumping up and down in front of a full-length mirror. Soft-looking, semi-long black hair swayed wildly. Large brown eyes were opened wide and round, their long lashes trembling. Slender limbs were clad in a slightly ill-fitting navy-blue postal delivery uniform. Awkwardly tugging at the hem of her skirt, she pointed at her reflection in the mirror. "What the hell is this?! Why am I—who is this cute girl?!" She shouted at the mirror. But only a high-pitched voice came out of her mouth. Startled by her own voice, she jumped again. She failed to stick the landing, stepped on the hem of her skirt, and fell over spectacularly. *Thud!* "Ow... Why the hell am I wearing a skirt, dammit..." Sitting flat on the floor, Benedict looked down at her own body. Around the chest area, the uniform seemed strangely tight. "This is what I woke up to this morning. My clothes don't fit, my voice is weird, my chest feels heavy. This is the worst..." A deep sigh. Violet approached quietly. "Is that you, Benedict?" Benedict flinched and looked up. The moment their eyes met, for some reason, her cheeks flushed slightly pink. "V-Violet... As you can see, something seriously crazy is going on." Standing up, she ruffled her own hair roughly. It used to be spiky black hair, but now it seemed strangely soft to the touch, and she grimaced at the unfamiliar sensation. "Your appearance has changed significantly." "You're as deadpan as ever! Be more surprised!" "I am surprised." "Your face is totally blank!" Benedict clutched her head. But then, she glanced at Violet. When their eyes met, her face turned red again. (Why...?) Deep in her chest, her heart was pounding. Looking into Violet's blue eyes made it hard to breathe. "The cause is the cursed box I brought home last night." Violet held out the black box in her hand. "Huh? This is your fault?!" "Yes. I apologize." She bowed deeply. Her blonde hair, cut neatly at the shoulders, swayed softly. Benedict stood frozen for a moment, mouth agape. Her head was a mess of anger and confusion. "You—you turned me—into this body—" But. Violet raised her head. Her blue eyes gazed directly at Benedict. "I will take responsibility. I will do what I can to break the curse." That earnest look. Benedict's chest tightened with a squeeze. (Take... responsibility...) For some reason, her heart became noisy. The word "responsibility" from Violet's lips echoed strangely in her head. "I-It's your fault I ended up in this body... So take responsibility!" Before she knew it, those words had slipped out of her mouth. But her voice was trembling. The end of her sentence had, for some reason, taken on a coaxing tone. Even she wondered what she was saying. But she couldn't stop. "Specifically, what should I do?" "Wh-What, you ask... That's..." Benedict was at a loss for words. What was she trying to ask of Violet right now? This body, turned female. Maybe because of that, she was intensely aware of Violet as the opposite sex. When Violet looked at her, her heart raced. She wanted to be by her side. She wanted more—to touch her. "Stay by my side until I'm back to normal." Before she knew it, Benedict had wrapped her arm around Violet's. A soft sensation. Violet's body heat traveled through her arm. The sound of her own heart was unbearably loud. "Is that an order?" Violet asked, expressionless. Benedict stiffened. (An order...) No. It wasn't an order. It was because I like you—. "A-An... order..." But she couldn't put her true feelings into words. "Understood. If it is an order, I will comply." Violet nodded with a small dip of her head. Like a machine. Like a doll. It was the usual Violet, who only moved according to orders. (That's not it...) Benedict's heart ached. (It's not an order, I like—) "—Violet." That was when it happened. A gentle voice came from downstairs. The voice of Gilbert's Doppelganger. "Are you up there?" Benedict's arm tensed. Violet looked towards the voice. At that gesture, Benedict felt a stir in her chest. (That woman who looks just like the Major.) (I can tell Violet looks at her in a special way.) Benedict was beginning to realize her own feelings. This was jealousy. She had special feelings for Violet. But Violet had an expression she only showed to that woman. "Violet, I... I'm definitely not giving up until I'm back to normal." She didn't let go of her arm. She clung on even tighter, squeezing. "What is it you are not giving up on?" She asked with a straight face. Benedict clutched her head. "Oh, for the love of—! You are just—!" One big sigh. The ache in her chest continued. The Auto-Memories Doll, Violet Evergarden. She still did not know love. But Benedict already seemed unable to run away from her own feelings. Light footsteps echoed from downstairs. Gilbert's Doppelganger was coming up the stairs. Benedict squeezed Violet's arm tightly once more.

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