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 - The small-bodied class president and the love she can't steal
Morning light cast long shadows down the hallway outside the staff room.
A notice taped to the wall—"Emergency Student Council Assembly"—flapped in the breeze from the open windows.
"Everyone, quiet down! To sort out this situation, I need class representatives to report their status immediately—"
Her voice didn't carry.
Lize Victoria had once been the student council president who could silence the entire gymnasium with her commanding voice, backed by her 172-centimeter frame. Her sharp gray eyes had made anyone straighten their spine, and even the small scar at the edge of her right eyebrow was part of her authority.
But not anymore.
Her small, boyish body produced a voice as high-pitched as a boy before his voice changed. Even standing on her tiptoes with all her might, her 153-centimeter vantage point couldn't reach the shoulders of the boys around her.
"Hey, that's President Lize, right?"
"She's seriously tiny! She used to be so scary, but now she's nothing."
A ripple of snickering spread through the students gathered in the hallway.
Lize bit her lip.
(I'm... still me. Even if my appearance has changed, what I need to do hasn't.)
Her gray eyes hadn't lost their sharpness. But the face displaying that brilliance was far too small.
"Hey hey, Lize-chan!"
Someone draped an arm over her shoulder from behind, like a hug. Lize turned to find a girl whose body had grown mature from the swap, looking down at her the way one might look at a younger brother.
"That form is seriously adorable! Let me pat your head!"
"What—what are you—stop that!"
Lize snapped back. But her voice was a boy's voice. Instead of being intimidated, the girl's face just broke into a wider grin.
"Don't mock me! I am not—"
A large hand ruffled Lize's bluish-black hair roughly.
Lize Victoria's body went rigid.
No one had ever tried to pat her head before. When people touched Lize, they clapped her shoulder or pushed her back forward. —She had always been treated as an equal, or as something more.
But now, she was being treated as nothing but a child.
Bitterness filled her mouth. Heat pricked at the corners of her vision. She absolutely could not let them see tears—.
"Ah! Hey, what are you doing!"
A bright voice rang through the hallway.
It was Ange. Katrina's long silver hair swayed softly with each quick step she took down the corridor. Her large, violet-tinged eyes glared at the girl in anger.
"President Lize is clearly uncomfortable! Let go of her!"
"Tch, Katrina's here. Let's go, let's go."
The girls left with dissatisfied looks.
Lize smoothed her disheveled hair with small hands and looked up at Ange—no, at Ange in Katrina's body.
"...You're not Katrina, are you. You're Ange Katrina."
"Huh, how did you know?"
"The way you speak. Katrina would never yell that loudly."
Lize let out a small sigh. In her current body, even that breath sounded terribly unreliable.
"President, that looked rough. People have never treated you like that before, have they?"
Lize didn't answer. She looked out the hallway window. In the courtyard, the wisteria trellis swayed in the wind.
"...To contain the chaos, we have no choice but to seal off the old school building."
Ange's heart gave a small leap.
"The old school building—why?"
"I'm convinced the cause of the swaps is in the old school building. I don't have concrete proof yet, but the abnormalities began right after you two came out of there that day. Something—happened, didn't it?"
Lize's gray eyes looked straight up at Ange.
Ange was at a loss for words.
(I can't tell her. Even though I know it's my and Kat's fault—)
"...If someone did this on purpose. I will never forgive them."
Lize's voice was quiet. But each word stabbed heavily into Ange's chest.
"...Yeah, I know."
Ange hung her head. Katrina's silver hair fell across her face.
Lize stared at Ange for a moment, as if sensing something, but then quickly turned away.
"In any case, I'll announce a ban on entering the old school building over the school broadcast. Please cooperate."
Ange watched Lize's small back absently as she walked away.
***
Third period break.
The hallway was packed with students heading to their next class.
Katrina, in Ange's body, was hurrying to her next classroom when she caught a glimpse of the door to the adjacent class opening.
—At that exact moment, honey-colored curls swayed.
"Ah."
"Whoa, sorry—ah, Ange-san."
As they nearly collided, Theo Glanz gently steadied Katrina's shoulder. His sky-blue eyes narrowed kindly. The small silver cross necklace at his collar caught the hallway light with a glint.
"You okay? You looked like you were in a hurry."
Katrina tried to step back and remembered she was in Ange's small body.
"Ah... thank you, Theo-kun. I was rushing."
She tried to mimic Ange's casual tone, but polite speech kept slipping out.
"Speaking of which, you really gave it your all in volleyball yesterday. That receive was so close."
Theo's voice was warm, seeping gently into Katrina's chest.
"You were watching?"
"Yeah. P.E. class, I was on the next court over. You're small, Ange-san, but you've got amazing athletic sense."
Katrina almost said, "I'm not Ange," but caught herself.
(This person thinks I'm Ange right now.)
"But don't push yourself too hard, okay? You got a nosebleed, right? Was the nurse's office okay?"
Theo tilted his head ever so slightly. The gesture showed both the dignity of the soccer team's ace and the face of an ordinary, kind boy.
"You know a lot..."
"I heard the rumors. They say Ange-san's been softer lately. Easier to talk to than before, I guess."
Theo's sky-blue eyes looked straight into Ange's large brown ones.
Katrina's heart—inside Ange's small chest—gave a throb.
(No. The person Theo-kun finds easy to talk to isn't Ange. It's me—the one talking to him in this body right now—)
Katrina knew that Ange had a crush on Theo. As her best friend, she should be trying to help them get closer—.
Theo's gentle smile was so close, so direct.
"Um, Theo-kun—"
She didn't even know what she was about to say.
She just wanted to feel more of this warmth—that's what she found herself thinking.
"Ah."
Across the hallway. Through a gap in the crowd, she saw long silver hair.
—Ange, in Katrina's body, stood frozen.
Her large violet eyes were fixed on Katrina and Theo.
"An—"
The moment she tried to call out, Ange spun around. Silver hair fluttered, and she vanished into the crowd.
"Someone you know?"
"...Y-yes. My roommate."
Katrina's voice trembled slightly. She could only stare at the end of the hallway where her best friend had disappeared.
***
After school.
The wisteria trellis in the courtyard swayed.
A cool breeze heralding the start of autumn rustled the green leaves. The sound of the fountain's water murmured faintly in the distance.
Ange couldn't move from the shadow of the trellis.
The two people sitting on the bench were in her field of vision.
Honey-colored hair—Theo Glanz.
Brown hair—Katrina, in Ange's body.
"You've really changed lately. Was Ange-san always this composed?"
"You think so...?"
"Yeah. Before, she was, how should I put it—so energetic it was hard to keep up with her."
Theo smiled, looking a little embarrassed.
"Now, she's easier to talk to. Like—she's become beautiful."
His sky-blue eyes were looking straight at Katrina.
(That's my body, though.)
Ange clenched Katrina's slender fingers tight.
(The person Theo-kun is complimenting isn't me.)
What Theo called "beautiful" was the way she spoke, the way she carried herself—the person inside, Katrina.
"Come on, stop it, Theo-kun. You're making me blush."
Katrina's voice laughed in Ange's high-pitched tone. That smile was one Ange had never seen in the mirror—a slightly more mature, composed smile.
(Kat isn't doing anything wrong. I know that.)
(Kat is just trying to get along with him in my place.)
(And yet—)
The depths of her chest burned.
Jealousy toward her best friend. Feelings she couldn't convey herself. The two mixed together, and a lump like hot mud rose up to her throat.
(I want to take it out on Kat. I want to tell her to stop. Don't talk to Theo-kun—)
She bit her lip. Katrina's beautiful lips, until they ached.
From deep in her throat, the urge to scream welled up—
—Ange left the spot without making a sound.
***
Night.
The light in the student council room was still on.
Lize was alone, leaning her small body over the desk, wrestling with a mountain of documents.
Files that were normally palm-sized now required both arms to carry. Every time she moved her pen, the oversized uniform sleeves got in the way and knocked over papers on the desk.
"...Damn it."
Without thinking, she slammed her small fist onto the desk.
The sound was astonishingly feeble.
(So this is—what I never knew.)
Lize looked out the window. The wisteria trellis in the courtyard was lit by moonlight. Until moments ago, there had been a familiar pair on that bench. A girl in Ange's body, and Theo Glanz.
Everyone caught in the swap was losing something, and learning something.
Lize heaved a heavy sigh and gripped her pen once more.
"...Organization is the foundation. If I proceed in order, one at a time, it will get done."
Muttering her own catchphrase, Lize resumed her work.
Her back was small—but it was unmistakably the student council president's.
***
Girls' dormitory "Süßblume," Room 205.
Ange was face-down on her bed.
Burying her face in the pillow brought the sweet scent of Katrina's hair. Right now, that only made it harder.
The sound of the door opening.
"Ange, I'm back. Sorry I'm late."
Katrina's voice—Ange's voice—echoed gently.
Ange didn't look up.
"...You looked like you were having fun with Theo-kun."
The words that came out of her own mouth were so much colder than she'd expected that Ange herself was startled.
"Huh... um, you saw?"
Katrina's voice wavered.
Ange slowly sat up. Katrina's large violet eyes were fixed on Ange's small body.
"Good for you. Getting close to Theo-kun in my body."
Her mouth wouldn't stop.
"Ange, that's not it. I was just, in your place—"
"In my place what? Theo-kun said you'd 'become beautiful.' Good for you, getting told that in my body!"
The moment she said it, Ange's eyes went wide.
Katrina's face—her own face—twisted, visibly crumbling.
"...No, that's not... Ange... I..."
A single tear spilled from the large brown eyes.
"Kat—"
Ange reached out—and stopped.
(No. I don't want to apologize. But what am I supposed to say?)
Jealousy. Her own inadequacy. Everything was jumbled together, and no words would come.
A silence unlike any before fell between them.
Through the wall, faint laughter from the next room could be heard. It felt terribly far away.
A crack in their friendship was forming—faintly, but certainly—with a cold sound.
Moonlight streamed through the window.
Their two shadows stretched across the floor in separate directions, never touching.
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