Ironmouse's Big Transformation! Chaos, Chaos, and a Little Heart-Pounding
The popular VShojo VTuber Ironmouse wakes up one morning to find her body has transformed into a boy's. The pink and purple fluffy hair and demon horns are there, but everything else is different. Panic! But she's not the only one. Zentreya becomes a boy too, and a certain pathetic slug-like manager becomes a girl. The entire VShojo office is in chaos, and the fans absolutely cannot find out.
As if that weren't enough, everyone's feelings of love get scrambled. Rivals suddenly seem attractive,
Ironmouse's Big Transformation! Chaos, Chaos, and a Little Heart-Pounding - A devil's night painted over with tears
Thursday, late night.
The city of Glendale was asleep.
Only Ironmouse's room was lit by a pale glow.
A smartphone screen.
On it, a single video was displayed.
"VShojo Member Gender-Reversal Allegations. Revealing the Definitive Evidence"
The thumbnail showed Mouse's avatar photo alongside a waveform graph.
(I have to watch it.)
(I have to.)
Her finger trembled.
She tapped.
—The video began.
"The mirror of truth never clouds. Sorry to keep you all waiting, viewers."
A voice distorted by voice-changing software.
On screen, past stream clips of Mouse played.
Her singing voice from a year ago.
High, clear, a girl's voice.
Then, a clip from this week's stream.
Low, hoarse, a boy's voice.
"Listen and compare. Is that the same person's voice? No matter how you think about it, something's wrong."
Two waveform graphs appeared side by side.
The high-frequency waveform was clearly gone.
"And that's not all. I asked an ENT specialist for their opinion on this vocal cord change."
A photo of a man in a white coat.
Face mosaiced.
"Normally, it's impossible for an adult's vocal cords to change this much naturally. I suspect hormone therapy or surgical intervention."
The doctor's comment scrolled across as a caption.
"You get it now? The person behind Ironmouse has physically altered their vocal cords. Into a man's vocal cords."
The video continued.
Zentreya's stream clips.
Text reaction speed.
Name-san's voice change.
"All of VShojo is hiding something. It's only a matter of time before it all comes out."
The video ended.
—Silence.
The view count had already surpassed one hundred thousand.
Mouse gripped her phone, unable to move.
(No way.)
(No way, right?)
Her thumb moved on its own, opening the comments.
"Knew it, Ironmouse is done lol"
"The person behind it changed, right?"
"Disgusting"
"VShojo should die"
"Kill yourself"
"I loved Mouse's voice, I feel so betrayed"
"So this is the truth. I'm disappointed."
Comments flowed.
They wouldn't stop.
"...That's not true."
Her voice trembled.
"It's not true. I... I just..."
SNS notifications appeared one after another at the top of the screen.
"Ironmouse is done" was trending.
Direct messages filled with murderous intent.
"I've identified your address. I'm coming to kill you tonight."
"I'll rip the face off your avatar."
"I'll burn you along with your family."
Mouse clutched her blanket.
Her fingers turned white.
(Scary.)
(I'm scared.)
Her body shook.
Her teeth chattered.
—A ringtone.
BRRRRING!
Her body jolted.
The screen read "Name-san."
(I can't answer.)
(If I answer, I'll cry.)
The call ended.
Immediately, it rang again.
BRRRRING!
"Stop..."
She dropped her phone to the floor.
Clatter.
The ringtone kept ringing on the floor.
A message from Zentreya.
"Call me right now."
"Don't watch it alone."
"Mouse."
Notifications flashed.
The sound was terrifying.
The voices trying to help were turning into weapons.
"I can't take this anymore..."
Mouse crawled over and picked up her phone.
She flipped it over.
The sound stopped.
She held down the power button.
—The screen went dark.
The room fell into complete darkness.
It was quiet.
But inside her head, it was loud.
"Disgusting"
"Kill yourself"
"Betrayed"
"Done"
"...Uu."
Tears spilled out.
"Was all of my laughter... fake?"
"What was wrong with making everyone laugh?"
"Just because I became a man... is it all over?"
She curled up in her blanket.
Hugging her knees.
Smaller, and smaller, she curled into a ball.
(I want to disappear.)
(Ironmouse, and me, everything.)
The night deepened.
—Around that time.
Name-san was in their one-room apartment, gripping their phone.
"Mouse won't answer...!"
Long black hair clung to their shoulders.
A feminized body.
Glossy black hair stuck to their forehead with sweat.
"Damn it, that girl's bottling it all up alone again... no, I have to protect her properly!"
With trembling fingers, they made a call.
The legal department.
"Hello, this is Name! Can we file a takedown request for Mirror Man's video!?"
On the other end of the line, a man from legal answered.
"Name-san, please calm down. We've confirmed the video."
"So what's the situation!? Is this bad!?"
"To give you the conclusion first, legally it's a gray area."
"Gray!?"
"The audio analysis data is ultimately mixed with third-party opinions. It doesn't constitute definitive evidence. The doctor's comment is also an anonymous opinion with a hidden face, so its evidentiary value is low."
"So can we get it taken down!?"
"If we claim a violation of the platform's guidelines, there's a high chance the takedown request will go through. However, we can't stop it from spreading."
Name-san exhaled deeply.
"...Understood. I'll talk to upper management. Proceed with the takedown request and making the archives private, right now."
"Understood."
They hung up.
A quiet room.
Name-san looked at their own hands.
White, slender, a woman's hands.
—Trembling.
"...If only I had moved sooner."
Tears welled up.
"I couldn't protect Mouse."
"Even though I'm... no, even though I'm her manager."
Crying with a woman's body, a woman's voice.
With a man's self-awareness still intact.
It was all a mess.
But they had no choice but to act.
"...I won't let it end here."
They wiped their tears.
—Two in the morning.
Zentreya was driving.
From their home near Anaheim, toward Glendale.
Deep crimson long hair was tied back in a single ponytail.
Sharp golden eyes stared at the night road.
On the passenger seat, a tablet.
All messages to Mouse remained unread.
"I'm in front of your place. Open the door."
No read receipt.
The car stopped in front of Mouse's apartment.
A three-story building.
A second-floor window.
The lights were off.
Zentreya got out of the car.
A cold night wind.
They pressed the intercom.
Ding-dong.
Silence.
Again.
Ding-dong.
Silence.
They sent a message on their phone.
"Mouse. It's me. Zentreya."
"You don't have to open the door. Just tell me if you're there."
No read receipt.
No footsteps either.
Zentreya gently placed a hand against the apartment wall.
A large, masculinized fist.
(Mouse.)
(Are you crying alone right now?)
They pressed their fist softly against the wall.
Not knocking.
Not making a sound.
Just touching.
"...Mouse."
The synthesized voice of their speech software melted into the night wind.
Zentreya stood there for a while.
Eventually, they returned to the car.
They didn't start the engine.
Just sat there.
(I'll wait until morning.)
They typed on the tablet.
A memo app.
"I'll wait until morning. I want to hear what you have to say. I won't leave you alone."
They copied it by hand onto paper.
There was a pen and notepad on the dashboard.
Zentreya wrote carefully, one character at a time.
—Mouse was in a shallow sleep.
She was dreaming.
Zentreya's home.
That day, when she first saw Zentreya's male body.
The Adam's apple.
The broad shoulders.
The long fingers.
(My heart raced.)
(Why did I look at Zen with those eyes?)
The scene changed.
Room V in Vox Tower.
Name-san's glossy black hair.
Gentle brown eyes, slightly drooping.
The sweet scent she felt up close.
(My heart raced.)
(Why do I feel that way about Name-san?)
—Gasp.
She woke up.
"...Hah."
Her breathing was ragged.
She pressed her face into the pillow.
"...I don't understand."
"Zen... and Name-san too..."
"Which one is how I really feel?"
Tears soaked into the pillow.
"Or is this also a side effect of the Flip phenomenon?"
"Are my feelings fake?"
She was alone.
She couldn't tell anyone how she felt.
She couldn't see anyone.
—Morning came.
Weak sunlight filtered into the city of Glendale.
Mouse sat in the corner of her room, hugging her knees.
Her phone was still off.
She didn't turn it on.
(Ironmouse is dead.)
(That avatar is already dead.)
"...It's over."
Her voice was hoarse.
"Ironmouse is over."
The tears wouldn't come anymore.
They had dried up.
—Then.
Rustle.
Something white slid in from under the front door.
An envelope.
Mouse crawled over and picked it up.
Her hands trembled.
She opened it.
Inside, a single sheet of paper.
Handwritten words.
"I'll wait until morning. I want to hear what you have to say. I won't leave you alone."
It was Zentreya's handwriting.
"...Zen."
Her voice trembled.
"Zen...!"
Mouse pressed the paper to her chest.
The tears wouldn't stop.
Even though she thought they had dried up.
"Uu... uwaaaa..."
She collapsed, sobbing.
Fell face-down on the floor.
Clutching the paper.
—Outside the door.
Zentreya was still there.
Leaning against the wall, standing.
Crimson hair swayed in the morning breeze.
Golden eyes stared steadily at the door.
Mouse, crying, reached for the doorknob.
Her trembling fingers touched the cold metal.
—She still couldn't open it.
But she didn't let go.
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