Hololive Academy: Cursed Gender Swap! A Heart-Pounding Romantic Comedy - The Day Light Fell After School

Nene, are you seriously gonna turn this year's Kagami Festival into a haunted house?! Wait, that's for real. On my way home yesterday, I saw these super cheap skull decorations for sale on Toori Street in the shopping district. My friend's eyes went wide at that. Hold on, Nene, where did you find those? I just told you! The recycle shop at the edge of the shopping district. They're amazing, right? The ones with umbrellas sticking out of the skulls. After school, in the classroom. Soft evening sunlight streamed in through the windows, dyeing half the room orange. The weather forecast said the rainy season was about to start, but a pleasant breeze was still blowing today. I, Momosuzu Nene, sat sideways on my desk, fluttering the "Haunted House Plan" I'd been writing in my notebook. (One month until the Kagami Festival, huh.) The biggest event at Toorikagami Private Academy was the Kagami Festival in June. Our school was a combined middle and high school at the foot of Kagamiyama Hill in Utsushimi City, with just over six hundred students. Apparently, it used to be a private tutoring school up in the mountains way back. As a remnant of that, the academy name is written with the characters for "bird" and "mirror" but read as "Toorikagami." Kinda unusual, right? In the corner of the classroom, a few people had already gathered and were deep in discussion. Probably consulting about their own festival attractions early. Oh, but hey, there was a class that did a haunted house last year too, wasn't there? Shouldn't we do something a little different this year? Hmm... yeah, I guess... I set my notebook on my lap and thought for a moment. Last year's was seriously intense. The haunted house Class 2 did had a stone monument they said they'd brought from a real grave, water suddenly flowing partway through, and in the end, a teacher showed up as a ghost and got yelled at. Ah! Then how about the opposite—something not scary! Like a consultation room where ghosts listen to your problems! Uh, Nene, that's just a counselor. No, no, like a fortune-teller pretending to be a ghost! And they're like, "My readings are surprisingly accurate, you know." I was just about to explain with wild gestures when it happened. The air changed. The moment I felt a tight pressure, like my ears were hurting, the world outside the window suddenly blazed bright, and the whole classroom filled with rainbow-colored light. Not seven colors. Way more colors, all jumbled together, glittering and sparkling. W-what is this?! Light?! Where's it coming from?! We instinctively shielded our faces with our hands. A tingling sensation, like something crawling over my skin. My whole body grew hot, then suddenly went ice-cold. Kyaaaaaa! The screams probably came a few seconds later. The light vanished, and the classroom returned to its usual scenery—or so I thought, but everything was different. The friend standing in front of me was suddenly wearing the boys' uniform. Not a skirt, but gray slacks. Her dress shirt was stretched tight, and she was staring back at me, dumbfounded. Huh... wait, Misaki? What's with that outfit? Nene, what's with you?! Actually, isn't your voice lower?! My voice. I realized my voice sounded strange. Not my usual slightly high voice, but a deeper one, like a boy's voice coming out. ...No way. I frantically looked at my own hands. My fingers were much longer than usual, and rougher. My wrists and beyond were thicker too, and there was no nail polish. On top of that, my uniform sleeves were too short. No, my arms had gotten longer. But the biggest shock was— My thighs. It wasn't a skirt. Gray slacks. Wha, wha, whaaaaaat?! I tried to stand up in a panic and stumbled under my own weight. My body was heavy. I had no idea how to control my shoulder strength. And the height of the desk felt different somehow. Like, my eye level was higher. (What is this, what is this, what is this.) I couldn't stop the tears from welling up anymore. How could something like this happen? I looked around the classroom. Everyone was in a panic. Girls were tugging at slacks, yelling, "What the hell?!" and boys were pinching the hems of skirts with both hands, turning red or screaming. N-Nene! Just look at this! That low voice talking now was Misaki. She was originally a girl, but now she had completely become a boy's body. She was even taller than me now, and her usual angelic smile had turned into the troubled face of a rugged male high schooler. Look at what? Me too! What is this, what's going on?! I frantically searched inside my desk. There should be a hand mirror. The one I'd been using just a little while ago, with the rabbit sticker on the front. My fingers felt small. The hand mirror felt way too light. The next moment I peered into the mirror— Gyaaaaaaaaah! Inside the mirror, a boy I didn't know was looking back at me. Short black hair. Slightly upturned eyes. The soft roundness that had been in my face was gone, and my jawline was sharp. But. The mole under my left eye was the same. This... hasn't changed. A beauty mark. The mark my mom had always told me, "That's the one thing that never changes," ever since I was little. A tear dropped onto the hand mirror with a plink. Nene, are you okay?! How could I possibly be okay?! Why is this happening?! As I slammed the mirror down onto my desk, the classroom door burst open. Standing there was— An unbelievably beautiful girl. Her waist-length blonde hair was loosely braided, swaying gently in the breeze. Her large blue eyes were so deep you could get lost in them, and more than anything, her features were like something out of an idol group. She wore the girls' blazer and a checkered skirt. Nene...? Hearing that voice, I felt like my breath stopped. The voice was a girl's, but the way of speaking was definitely that guy. ...R-RuiRui?! My best friend, the one who was practically the prince of the academy, Kisaragi Rui, was now standing there as a perfect beauty. His hair had been short and blonde before, but now it was long and fluffy. His face had always been well-defined, but I never imagined it would change this much in the girl version. As I thought, you've changed too. Have you looked in a mirror? I did... I turned into some boy I don't even know... What about you, RuiRui? Did you look in a mirror? Rui nodded firmly, blushing a little. He awkwardly tugged at the hem of his skirt. I realized a moment ago, but this skirt isn't originally mine. I borrowed it from some girl's locker. My old clothes don't fit anymore, and I can't exactly walk around naked... Right. The clothes problem. What I was wearing now was probably just some boy's uniform I'd found somewhere, and it didn't fit right. That's why I'd rolled up the sleeves, and the chest area felt drafty and uncomfortable. Not that I had a chest anymore, though. Ugh... my bra doesn't fit... Actually, I don't even need this anymore... As I retied my necktie tightly, Rui was looking at me, fidgeting somehow. Nene, did you get a little taller? I used to be taller than you, but now we're almost the same. Huh, really? Now that you mention it, my eye level... Now that he said it, that was true. Until now, I'd always had to look up a little when talking to Rui, but now we were almost face-to-face. His face was close. No, her face now. Rui's long eyelashes were trembling, and my heart was pounding for some reason. (What is this... she's cute...) W-we'll talk about the rest later! I'm just gonna run to the bathroom! Feeling suddenly awkward, and also really needing to go, I dashed out of the classroom. The hallway was already like hell. Students were running around in confusion, voices crying, laughing, and screaming all mixed together. The teachers were panicking too; I could see them holding their heads in front of the staff room. I tried to just run, but— I tripped after only ten steps. My stride was all wrong because my legs were longer. My feet kept taking too-small steps, making me stumble forward into my own shins. Geez, this body is useless! I somehow managed to keep my balance and reached for the girls' bathroom door, when— Hey— kyaa! Ah, s-sorry! Wrong one! I was in a boy's body right now! Going into the girls' bathroom would cause a huge commotion. I jumped back in a panic and looked toward the boys' bathroom. But. (Ugh... I've never gone into a boys' bathroom before...) It looked dark inside, and I had the knowledge that there were urinals lined up, but actually going in took courage. It felt like the entrance to another world. I paced back and forth in front of the bathroom, on the verge of tears. What do I do, what do I do... Someone help... Then, I heard footsteps from behind. Thud, thud—heavy footsteps. When I turned around, a male student with an incredible build was standing there. He was at least 185 centimeters tall. Broad shoulders, thick arms. He was so muscular you could tell even through his uniform. His hair was short, spiky, and jet black, and his eyes were narrow, with the whites visible on three sides. On top of that, his irises were red, like a villain straight out of a manga. ...What are you doing. His voice was incredibly deep too. A heavy bass that resonated in your gut. But I knew immediately who it was. Because of that look in his eyes, and the thick math reference book in his right hand. Rapurasu-chan?! You've gotta be kidding me. The quiet girl who was always reading alone in the corner of the classroom now had a body like a pro wrestler. She—Rapurasu Kurosaki—originally had beautiful, long, wavy black hair like a princess, but now it was cropped short and spiky. Her clothes were a boys' uniform worn baggy; she'd probably borrowed it from someone. ...Just Rapurasu is fine. More importantly. He folded his thick arms, glanced briefly at the boys' bathroom door, then looked back at me. You can't go in. Yeah... it's kinda scary... ...Figures. Rapurasu glared at the door, then looked back and forth between me and the bathroom. I can't go in either. Huh. So I'm distracting myself by reading this physics book. There is no space more irrational than this, mathematically speaking. However, if I don't go, my bladder will rupture. R-rupture?! A figure of speech. In the end, the two of us were just standing there in front of the bathroom, looking completely ridiculous. Rapurasu was muttering things to himself like "Think logically" and "The structure of a men's room is simple," which was no help at all. Forget it... I'll think about it over there... I gave up on the bathroom and started wandering unsteadily down the hallway. The school building was getting more and more chaotic. Someone was shouting, "The nurse's office is full!" and I could hear voices saying, "Go to the library!" I went down the stairs and headed toward the first floor, and it suddenly got quiet. The connecting corridor to the special wing. The staff room was far from here, and maybe everyone was gathered near the school gate. Halfway down the corridor, I suddenly stopped. The library. The door was open just a crack, and cold air was flowing out from inside. (The library at a time like this?) I gently put my hand on the door and peeked inside. The library was dead silent, with evening sunlight streaming in through the windows. Dust sparkled and danced between the bookshelves. In the back, behind the counter, there was another room. If I remembered right, this was the place called the Restricted Books Archive. A locked archive that no one except library committee members was supposed to enter. Standing in front of it was a small girl. Petite, with deep purple straight hair that reached down to her waist. Her bangs were cut straight across above her eyebrows, and small braids on either side were pinned up. She wore large silver-rimmed round glasses, but behind them, her eyes were an amethyst-li

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