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 - The Night the Devil Smiles with Her True Face
The sky over Glendale slowly shifted from orange to indigo. Friday night. Ironmouse sat in her streaming room chair, staring at her avatar on the monitor. Pink and purple fluffy hair. Small demon horns. The usual Ironmouse. But the person in front of the monitor was not the usual.
On the desk lay the voice changer's cable. The plug was pulled out. Mouse glanced at it and let out a small breath.
(This is fine.)
(This is my voice now.)
Her phone buzzed. A message from Zentreya. "Are you ready? I can join anytime." Then from Name-san. "I'll join the stream later too! I won't leave you alone, no matter what!" Mouse's lips softened into a smile.
"…Yeah. I'm not alone."
Her finger reached for the mouse. It hovered over the start-stream button for a moment. Her heart pounded deep in her chest. She steadied her breathing. A deep inhale, then exhale.
Click.
The screen switched. The red LIVE light came on.
"Wait? Sudden stream?"
"MOUSE!?"
"SHE'S ALIVE!!!"
"YOU'RE DOING IT AT THIS TIMING!?"
The viewer count climbed rapidly. A thousand, two thousand, five thousand—. It blew past ten thousand in no time. Chat scrolled at high speed.
Mouse leaned closer to the mic.
"Good evening. It's Ironmouse."
Her own voice carried through the stream. No voice changer. Her current voice. Low, slightly hoarse, a boy's voice.
Chat froze for a second.
Then it erupted like a dam breaking.
"eh????"
"Isn't her voice super low?"
"Voice changer broken?"
"The person behind it really did change, didn't they…"
"That's a guy's voice"
"What's going on???"
Confused comments flooded the screen. Mouse looked at them and laughed.
"Ahaha, is everyone confused!? Isn't this crazy!? Isn't this insane!?"
She laughed in a low voice. The usual high energy. But only the voice was different. Chat accelerated even more.
"Even her laugh sounds like a guy now"
"But the energy is definitely Mouse"
"What is this, some kind of project?"
"A prank?"
Mouse slowly opened her mouth, facing the tens of thousands of people beyond the monitor.
"It's not a prank. It's not a project either. Something a little strange happened to my body."
"When I woke up this morning, my voice was like this. My body's different from before too. I don't know why either. But the fact that I'm Ironmouse hasn't changed at all."
Chat's flow stopped again.
"The person behind it really did change, didn't they…"
"No way"
"I liked the old voice"
"What are you suddenly talking about?"
Heartless comments began to mix in. Mouse clenched her fists on her lap.
(I won't run.)
(If I lie here, it's all over.)
"The person behind this is super ikemen-voiced right now, you know."
Mouse grinned.
"Hey, if I acted all sweet with this voice, wouldn't everyone's hearts skip a beat?"
She said it deliberately in a sweet, coaxing tone with her low voice. Chat exploded with laughter and surprise at once.
"lol"
"Don't call yourself ikemen-voiced www"
"The voice might actually be ikemen-voiced though"
"Mouse became ikemen-voiced…?"
"I laughed"
"This vibe is definitely Mouse"
The atmosphere softened a little. Mouse felt relieved inside. But not yet. It was still just beginning.
"But what actually happened?"
"You said your body changed—is it an illness?"
"Are you okay?"
"Thank you for worrying about me. I still don't really understand it myself. But it doesn't seem like a hospital kind of thing. Anyway, I'm fine."
"And there's something I want to tell everyone most of all."
Mouse straightened her back.
"I'm not quitting being Ironmouse. With this voice, with this body, I still want to make everyone laugh. I want to be with everyone. That's my honest feeling."
Chat moved heavily.
"Mouse…"
"Is it okay if I cry?"
"I've been waiting"
"I want to be with Mouse too"
At that moment, a notification appeared on screen.
"Zentreya has joined the collab"
Zentreya's avatar appeared next to Mouse. A dragon-type avatar with deep crimson hair tied back in a single tail. Sharp golden eyes looked this way.
"Zen!? You came!?"
Zentreya's text-to-speech software flowed through the stream.
"This one is my partner. Whether the person behind it became a man or not, a demon is a demon."
A flat synthetic voice. But those words pierced deep into Mouse's chest.
(Zen…)
Chat was instantly wrapped in a warm atmosphere.
"teetee…"
"Zentreya…!"
"A demon is a demon, so true"
"I cried"
"These two are too precious"
Mouse's throat grew hot. But she wouldn't cry. This is a stream. Making people laugh is my job.
"Zen, you're so cool right now!? Isn't this crazy!?"
Zentreya's avatar didn't react. It didn't move a single pixel. It stood still like a stone statue.
Silence.
Three seconds. Five seconds.
Chat burst into laughter.
"Zen, nothing www"
"A woman's heart and autumn skies"
"Zen run www"
"This pause is too funny"
"Statue mode"
"Hey, why are you silent!? Are you embarrassed!?"
When Mouse laughed and jabbed at her, Zentreya's text finally flowed.
"I am not embarrassed. I was simply entranced by your ikemen voice."
"Eh!? What's that!? Isn't that crazy!?"
"Zen is entranced by the ikemen voice www"
"Is this for real?"
"The teetee won't stop"
"They're both guy voices but still precious"
The stream's atmosphere bounced warmly. Mouse felt the depths of her chest grow gently warm.
Then, another notification.
"Name-san has joined the voice call"
"Name-san!?"
A woman's voice flowed from the speakers.
"Good evening, it's Name. Mouse, I'm going to talk now. Ore—no, watashi."
Chat stirred.
"Name-san!?"
"The manager came too!"
"Her voice is so beautiful"
Name-san continued in a slightly trembling voice.
"Mouse just spoke without hiding herself. As her manager, I'm proud. I really think it's amazing. You—no, you are the best streamer."
Her voice wavered at the end. It had become tearful.
Chat reacted.
"Is Name-san crying?"
"Isn't her voice shaking?"
"I'm crying too"
"I-I'm not crying! I'm a worthless trash slug, so I don't even have the right to cry!"
"Name-san, you said 'ore'! You just said 'ore'!"
"Ore—no, I mean, wa-watashi! Watashi! Ugh, this is so confusing!"
Chat lost it.
"Worthless trash slug www"
"She said 'ore' www"
"Name-san saying 'ore' with a girl's voice, lol"
"These three are too amazing"
Mouse laughed so hard her stomach hurt. Zentreya's avatar also seemed to be subtly shaking at the shoulders.
"Geez, you two! I'm so happy right now!"
Mouse said it while laughing.
"I love you two. Zen, Name-san, I love you both so much."
Said like a demon, half-jokingly. But those words carried a true feeling she didn't even notice herself.
(Huh?)
(My heart is pounding so hard right now.)
Her chest tightened. Even though she was live, her cheeks grew hot.
(Why am I thinking that now?)
Chat overflowed with warm comments.
"Too much teetee"
"I love all three of them"
"VShojo bonds"
"Mouse, welcome back"
The stream continued.
Near the end. Suddenly, unsettling comments mixed into chat.
"VShojo really is messed up, isn't it"
"Did you see Mirror Man's video? That's real, right?"
"They're just pretending to be honest"
Mouse saw them. Her heart jumped.
(Here it comes.)
But faster than that, chat moved.
"Attacking a streamer who's speaking honestly is what's messed up"
"Mirror Man's video already got deleted"
"What are YOU trying to do?"
"Protect Mouse"
"Don't hurt Mouse any more than this"
The fans' collective rebuttal swallowed the anti comments. Chat's flow turned entirely into support.
Mouse held her breath.
(Everyone…)
(My fans are this strong.)
"…Everyone, thank you."
Her voice trembled. Tears threatened to spill. But not yet. Until the very end.
"I am Ironmouse. With my voice as it is now, I want to make everyone laugh."
That moment.
The screen lit up.
Superchats and gifts flew all at once. Red, blue, gold. Colorful notifications filled the screen.
"Welcome back!"
"I've been waiting!"
"Mouse is Mouse!"
"I'll keep supporting you!"
"I love you!!"
The chat box was buried in supportive comments. The scroll couldn't keep up.
Mouse couldn't hold back anymore.
"Uwa… thank you… everyone, really, thank you…"
The tears wouldn't stop. She cried and laughed in her low voice.
"I love you all so much…! Saying it with this voice isn't so bad, right…?"
Chat overflowed with words of blessing.
—The stream ended.
A quiet room.
Mouse took off her headphones and let out a deep breath. Her eyes were a mess from crying.
She checked her phone. A message from Name-san.
"The deletion request for Mirror Man's video went through. It's been taken down. Also, that guy posted on social media saying 'I misjudged when to back off this time' and went silent."
Mouse hugged her phone to her chest.
"…It's over."
Another tear slid down.
—One hour later.
Voxstar Tower, 3rd floor, Room V.
Three people gathered in a conference room lined with a white whiteboard and a large monitor.
Mouse, Zentreya, Name-san.
"Man, that was crazy! I cried so much my face is a total mess!"
Mouse laughed with eyes red from crying.
Zentreya silently held out her tablet.
"Your crying face was a hundred times funnier than usual."
"Hey, Zen! That's not a compliment, is it!?"
Name-san laughed, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her long black hair slid off her shoulder.
"No no, Mouse was really amazing. Ore—no, I mean, I don't know how many times I cried watching that stream."
"Name-san, thank you too. For saying all that for me."
Mouse gazed at Name-san.
(She really is beautiful.)
(Black hair, soft brown eyes.)
Her heart skipped. Mouse hurriedly averted her eyes.
(Why am I thinking about that now?)
She turned toward Zentreya. The masculinized body. Broad shoulders. Deep crimson hair.
(Zen is cool too.)
(…What's wrong with me?)
Mouse pretended not to notice how loud her own heart was.
"Zen, thank you so much for today. I wasn't alone. Because you were there, I could stand."
Mouse gently leaned against Zentreya's shoulder.
Zentreya, without a word, placed her hand on Mouse's head.
Pat.
Gently, she stroked.
"…You did well."
The TTS voice echoed quietly.
Tears welled in Mouse's eyes again.
"…Yeah."
Name-san looked at the two of them and raised her voice.
"You two, are you doing that off-stream right now!? If you did that here it'd be a public execution, seriously!?"
"Name-san, even as a girl, you're still Name-san!"
Mouse laughed back with her tear-streaked face.
Name-san scratched the tip of her nose, embarrassed.
"Sh-shut up. Even I was a little moved watching you two get along."
"A little!?"
The three's laughter echoed through the conference room.
—The laughter slowly settled.
Then.
Name-san looked at her own palm.
"…Eh?"
From her palm, faintly glowing pale-blue particles floated up, soft and airy.
Like snow, the specks of light drifted upward and vanished toward the ceiling.
"Just now, something… light…"
Name-san's voice had gone pale.
Mouse and Zentreya stood frozen in place.
"Name-san… that…"
The light disappeared after about ten seconds.
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Zentreya quickly typed into her tablet.
"We should urgently cross-reference the server room logs and analyze the suspicious shadows on the security cameras. This isn't over yet."
Mouse clenched her fists.
"…It's not over yet."
The three exchanged glances.
Outside the window, the Los Angeles night quietly deepened.
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