Curse Reversal?! Ange & Katrina's Chaotic☆Body-Swap School Life
One morning, Ange wakes up and notices her voice sounds strangely deep. Looking in the mirror, she sees the face of her best friend, Katrina! A scream echoes from the next room. Rushing over, she finds Katrina, now in Ange's body, blushing furiously while fumbling with her pajamas.
They aren't the only ones. A mysterious curse has struck the academy, swapping almost everyone into a body of the opposite gender. The dependable class president, Lize, now finds herself in the body of a small, cute
Curse Reversal?! Ange & Katrina's Chaotic☆Body-Swap School Life - I woke up in my best friend's body?! The whole school is in chaos!
Kyaaaaaaa!"
It was her own voice, but it didn't feel like hers. It was deep, calm, and yet it was a scream that sounded like she was about to burst into tears. Ange bolted upright and shook her head. Her heart was pounding.
"What was that... voice?"
She rubbed her eyes. Mornings in the girls' dorm were always a warzone. Ange was especially bad at mornings. Sleeping in twice was normal; she'd hit snooze three times before finally dragging herself out of bed. But today, the moment she made a sound, goosebumps erupted all over her body.
Something's wrong.
Really, really wrong.
The room was dim, the morning sun filtering through the curtains and dyeing them orange. The familiar bunk bed, the photos on the wall, the half-read manga on the floor. It was the usual Room 205. And yet, something was fundamentally different.
Ange got out of bed.
Huh?
The floor felt closer, yet farther away.
A strange sensation. It was her own body, but it felt like the length of her legs had changed. With every step she took, her center of gravity seemed higher than usual.
She stood in front of the vanity and looked at her face.
"...Huh?"
Staring back at her in the mirror—was Katrina.
Long silver hair reaching down to her waist, slightly tousled with bedhead. Deep purple, large eyes blinking rapidly. A beautiful nose bridge and well-shaped lips. Bathed in the morning light, her hair sparkled just a little, like stars.
"Kat...?"
She inadvertently spoke aloud and flinched again. This calm voice was unmistakably Katrina's. Ange pinched her own cheek.
It hurts.
It's not a dream.
Then, with both hands, she slowly touched her own chest.
"Uwaaaaaah!?"
Soft.
Incredibly soft. Much larger than Ange's usual chest. She hurriedly pulled her hands away, but now she was concerned about her waist and lightly touched there too.
"Uweh...!?"
It was Katrina's body. The line of her hips, the curve of her waist—all of it belonged to Katrina.
Her mind went completely blank.
Just then, a small sound came from the next bed.
"...Huh?"
Thinking she heard her own voice, Ange turned around. On the adjacent bed, Ange's body was slowly sitting up.
Brown hair, the braid on the right side a mess from bedhead. Large, round brown eyes now wavering with unease. A small, delicate frame. And that look of someone who's always terrible at mornings and can't seem to wake up.
"Ange...?"
That mouth said.
But the tone was different. Slower, more polite, and incredibly anxious.
"...Kat?"
From Ange's mouth came Katrina's voice.
The two stared intently at each other.
""Kyaaaaaaa!""
In Room 205 of the girls' dorm, two screams echoed bright and early in the morning.
Outside the window, a small bird took flight in surprise.
***
The hallway was utter chaos.
"Someone help, my bra won't close!"
"Ugh... why am I wearing a skirt..."
The faces of the students running around were all different people. The usually cool class president, Lize-senpai, was somehow in the body of a small boy, blushing bright red. The normally silent El-senpai was in the body of a girl with a stunning figure, trembling silently with a blank expression.
Screams, sobs, and laughter mixed from all directions—it was impossible to tell what was going on.
"Isn't this totally insane!?"
Ange raised her voice in the hallway. But since it was Katrina's voice, it sounded incredibly composed. Realizing this, she burst out laughing at herself.
"It's not funny..."
Beside her, Katrina, now in Ange's body, was pale. She stared at her own small hands, bending and stretching each finger one by one.
"Why are my fingers so short...?"
"Those are my hands, you know!"
"I know that."
Katrina looked down and clenched her fist tightly. The gesture was incredibly cute, but thinking that it was her own body made Ange's chest feel ticklish.
A shriek flew over from the boys' dorm.
"Someone teach me how to wear a girl's uniform!"
"Ahaha, the boys' dorm is a disaster too!"
Laughing heartily, she glanced out at the courtyard. Students from the girls' and boys' dorms were all mixed up, pointing at each other and shouting. Someone fell into the fountain, and the spray sparkled in the morning sun.
Ange clutched her stomach laughing.
"Hey, isn't this crazy? The whole school's swapped!"
"...This isn't a laughing matter, Ange."
Katrina's voice trembled. Even though it was her own voice, hearing it used so weakly made Ange's chest sting a little.
"This... it's magic, surely."
Magic.
At that word, Ange's smile vanished in an instant.
In this world, magic existed long ago. They say it's gone now, but she'd heard that a little still remains in old buildings and tools. What was it called again—residual mana, or something.
Something flickered in the back of Ange's mind.
A hazy sensation, like she was about to remember something.
It was then that the school-wide broadcast rang out.
"All students, please remain calm. For the time being, assemble in your respective classrooms. I repeat, all students—"
But to Ange's ears, that voice sounded distant.
Yesterday.
Cleaning duty.
The old school building.
"...Ah."
Ange's eyes widened.
***
After school. That day they were assigned to organize the old school building's storage room for cleaning duty.
"Kat! Look at this, it's super old!"
When Ange peered into the back of the shelf, a large mirror was propped up there. It was big enough to reflect her whole body, with a black frame entwined with silver vine patterns.
"Beautiful..."
The two stood in front of the mirror and gazed at it for a while. How should she put it—the air around this mirror alone was different. In the silent, still basement, it felt like the skin around the mirror prickled just a little.
Ange looked at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was braided and tied up for easy movement. She was small and delicate, but standing next to Katrina, she looked incredibly tiny.
"Ange, you're always so cheerful and free. You have things I lack."
Beside her, Katrina said that. Her long silver hair swayed in the dim basement light. Her deep purple eyes looked gently at Ange.
"Someone like me is always timid and bad at speaking in front of people... I envy someone like you, Ange, who can become friends with anyone right away."
"Ehh? Kat, you're the one with the perfect figure and face—you have everything I want!"
When Ange laughed and retorted, Katrina looked down, embarrassed.
It was at that moment.
The mirror emitted a faint light for just an instant.
But neither of them noticed. The only one who might have noticed was, perhaps—
Right now, at this moment.
"It's that mirror's fault!"
Ange grabbed Katrina's arm tightly.
""It might be that mirror's fault!""
For some reason, their voices overlapped.
Their eyes met.
Katrina's large purple eyes looked into Ange's small brown ones, and then she nodded.
"Let's go to the old school building!"
Before Ange could say it, the two were already running.
***
The quickest way to the old school building was cutting straight through the courtyard. With Katrina's long legs, Ange kicked off the ground with all her might.
"Whoa... Kat's body has such long legs, one step goes so far!"
"H-Hey, Ange! That's my body, so don't trip!"
Katrina's voice, running from behind, was angry even though it was her own voice, which was a little funny. Turning around, she saw Katrina desperately chasing after her in Ange's small body.
Running with shortened legs while holding down her skirt, her figure looked incredibly awkward.
"My legs are that short!"
"I told you, it's not a laughing matter!"
Saying that, Katrina almost tripped. Ange hurriedly caught her.
"It's okay, Kat. I'll figure something out."
She said that while hugging her shoulders, but since her own voice was Katrina's gentle tone, it felt kind of ticklish. Her body was Katrina's tall frame, and in her arms was her own small body.
What is this.
It's a total mess, but...
"...Huh?"
Suddenly, her chest started pounding.
It was her own body, but Katrina was inside it. Because of that, Ange's body looked incredibly cute, more than usual.
(No, no, no, that's my body!)
Ange shook her head vigorously.
"It's probably that basement."
From within her arms, Katrina's small voice spoke. When she looked up, Ange's brown eyes were staring at her seriously.
"Let's go!"
The two squeezed each other's hands once more and descended the underground stairs hidden in the shadow of the old school building.
The air in the basement was chilly and cold, a musty smell stinging their noses. Just like yesterday, the stairs hidden behind the shelf remained, but somehow they felt longer than yesterday.
"There it is..."
When they opened the door to the sealed room, that mirror stood there.
1.8 meters tall, 0.9 meters wide. An ebony frame entwined with silver vines. It was silent and still, just like yesterday—but Ange noticed.
"...The vine pattern has increased."
The silver lines were intertwined far more intricately than yesterday.
"Look... at this."
Katrina picked up an old scrap of paper from the foot of the mirror. It was yellowed and torn at the edges. She unfolded it with trembling fingers and read the words written there aloud.
"When hearts of mutual envy are reflected in the mirror, a seven-day trial begins. The mirror reflects the truth—"
The rest was torn and unreadable.
Seven days.
"Seven days..."
"That's a whole week!"
Seeing Katrina on the verge of tears, Ange hurriedly made a smile. But deep in her heart, a little anxiety welled up.
(Stuck in Kat's body for seven days, huh...)
And then she suddenly realized.
What about Theo?
Theo Glanz from the next class. The ace of the soccer club, with a refreshingly bright smile, who always waves back casually when you greet him. The guy Ange secretly has a crush on.
Right now, she's in Katrina's body, so she doesn't know how to interact with Theo.
(Talking to Theo in Kat's body... I kinda hate that... I just, hate it.)
Even though they were her own feelings, they got all jumbled up and she couldn't understand them anymore.
Just then, an announcement came from the student council room.
"Regarding the object believed to be the cause of the body-swapping, anyone with any information is to contact the student council room immediately."
"...If it's only seven days, we'll manage somehow, just the two of us."
Ange hugged Katrina's shoulders once more. She conveyed her feelings using Katrina's calm voice. It was a strange feeling, but somehow she felt like she could say what she wanted to say directly.
"It's okay, Ange."
Katrina also answered using Ange's voice. Her small hand squeezed Ange's large hand back tightly.
The two stood in front of the mirror for a while.
In the cold basement air, the silver vines glowed quietly, as if watching over everything.
From outside the window, the voices of confusion could still be heard. Someone was laughing, someone was crying.
But this basement alone was quiet, as if time had stopped.
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