Shiori Novella, a member of hololive English's 'Advent,' wakes up one morning to find her body has turned male. She screams as she sees herself in the mirror. Rushing to the next room, she finds Bijou, now a girl with long flowing hair and a soft feminine figure. They point at each other and shriek in unison.
Nerissa arrives, now a boy, her cool demeanor intact but her voice deeper, and she sighs at her reflection. Fuwa appears as a girl, and even her relationship with Mococo and Abyssgard is
hololive Gender Panic! ~Shiori's Observation Diary~ - I woke up in the morning, and everyone's someone else!?
My eyes opened.
My body felt strangely heavy.
The feel of the bedding was different from usual. It was rough, scratchy.
"Nn…"
My voice was hoarse. Did I catch a cold? Or maybe I laughed too hard yesterday?
I hauled my heavy body upright and sat on the edge of the bed.
…What is this?
I stared at my hands.
They were huge.
Gnarled, bony. These weren't my hands.
I pressed a hand to my chest.
"…Nothing."
The soft swell that should have been there was gone. No matter how I touched it, I only felt a hard, flat chest.
Am I still half-asleep?
Right, this must be a dream. A weird dream.
I'll just crawl back under the covers, close my eyes, and open them again. Then everything will go back to my normal morning.
…Okay.
"Open!"
I snapped my eyes open.
What I saw was my familiar room. The wall of bookshelves, the messy desk—all the same as always.
"…How does waking up in the morning turn me into a man?"
Yes—my voice was deep.
Barely, the phrasing still had a feminine quality, but the tone was completely that of a man.
I slipped my feet into my slippers. Those feet were abnormally large too.
Let's go to the bathroom.
I started to walk past the bookshelf, then stopped.
A small mirror on the top shelf.
My reflection in it.
"—————————————————!?!?!?"
Not a scream—more like the sound of breath catching.
There was a man in the mirror.
A short bob in black and white two-tone. A sharp silver hair clip. A small black choker at the neck. Five silver piercings in the left ear.
Those were unmistakably my features.
But the jawline was sharp, and the shoulders were broad.
"This can't be happening… this can't be happening!!"
I am an Archiver.
Shiori Novella.
A member of hololive English, Advent. My mission is to observe all phenomena and compile them into books.
We live in a house in a quiet residential area, a little ways from the city.
The "House of Advent."
Two stories, with a twenty-tatami living room. Two streaming rooms, and individual rooms for each member.
Built twelve years ago.
It had a lived-in feel, and I was quite fond of this place.
And now, in my own room, I had become a man.
"Calm down. Calm down, Shiori Novella. An Archiver does not waver. Does not waver, I said. Does not waver."
But my heart was pounding.
I'd never experienced anything like this.
The urge to record swelled up inside me.
…No, wait.
This was a supernatural phenomenon.
Which meant it was immensely worth recording.
"…Heh. Heheh."
A grin spread across my face.
"This is getting interesting. How and why did I become a man? I have to record every part of this mystery."
The moment I thought that, a voice came from outside the room.
"Kyaaaaa!?"
A girl's shrill scream.
"Shiori! Shiori, something terrible—!?"
The one who burst through the door was Bijou.
Long black hair reaching down to her waist.
Soft hair, with only the tips curling inward.
Her violet eyes were wet with tears now, her lashes damp.
She was 158 centimeters tall.
Small, always gentle and easygoing.
But her figure seemed somehow… more than usual.
"…Huh."
I was at a loss for words.
No—only for a moment.
My instincts as an Archiver rejected it.
"Bijou, spin around in place for me."
"Eh? Ah, okay. …Like this?"
Bijou turned around once, unhurriedly.
"…Has your chest gotten a bit bigger? And your waistline is really pronounced."
"Shiori, your voice is super deep!? And haven't you gotten taller!? Actually, you're just a guy!?"
Bijou's gaze moved from my face to my chest, my hands, my legs.
And then her pale cheeks flushed bright red.
"I-it's nothing…!"
"No, wait. Just now, what did you feel about my hands? What did you think about my face?"
"I-I didn't think anything! More importantly, let's go to everyone! Something terrible is happening!"
Bijou shook her head vigorously.
I started to grab her arm, then stopped myself.
"…Right. Let's go. It's fine to run down the stairs, right?"
"Y-yeah! …W-wow…"
Watching Shiori's back as she ran down the stairs first, Bijou let out a small sound.
A boy's back, running.
Shiori Novella's back, now a little broader.
Something tightened deep in her chest.
"…Shiori, even as a boy, you're so cool…"
She murmured in a voice no one could hear.
We rushed into the living room.
"Morning, you two. …Wait, Shiori, you…"
Nerissa, sitting on the living room sofa, widened her eyes.
Deep purple-black hair tied back in a single tail, with bangs falling over her left eye.
Her reddish-brown eyes looked back and forth between me and Bijou.
"Nerissa, you too…!"
Nerissa was 177 centimeters tall.
She'd always had a good figure.
But now, she clearly had a boy's voice and a boy's body.
"…Seems so. Woke up this morning like this."
Nerissa let out a deep sigh and gazed at her own hands.
"You're acting cool about it, but inside you're totally bewildered, aren't you."
"…Shut up. Not as much as you."
Nerissa's eyes were fixed on my pajama buttons, which looked ready to burst.
"…What's with those clothes. The buttons look like they're about to fly off."
"I can't help it! I don't own any clothes that fit a man's body! I'll borrow some of yours later, Nerissa."
"Why my clothes?"
"Because they'll probably fit me best. It's decided."
"That's a done deal, is it?"
At that moment, another person entered the living room.
"Shiori! Nerissa! Bijou! Hey, Fuwawa feels weird!"
Fuwawa bounced into the living room.
Her fluffy silver-white long hair was tied up in side tails.
Her big, bright light-blue eyes sparkled like stars.
She was 149 centimeters tall.
The smallest in Advent, and the most innocent.
"Fuwawa, you too…?"
"Yeah! Like, my hair is the same, but my body's become a girl's! I mean, I was a girl before too! But now I'm more of a girl! And Mococo's weird too! Up until now, Fuwawa always said 'Fuwawa will protect Mococo!' but now Fuwawa feels like she wants Mococo to protect her! Isn't that weird!? It's like the abyssgard? abyssguard? relationship got flipped!"
Fuwawa rattled on breathlessly.
"…Fuwawa, calm down. So, in other words, it's a master-servant reversal phenomenon."
"Master-servant reversal!? That's crazy! Fuwawa's become the one being protected!? It's not like Fuwawa wants to be protected or anything! …Maybe just a little bit, though."
Fuwawa fidgeted, twisting her fingers together.
"…Everyone, gather on the sofa for now."
Nerissa urged everyone in her now-deeper voice.
I looked around the living room.
The familiar space of our daily lives.
The L-shaped sofa, the large TV. Houseplants.
And the shelf next to the TV stand.
Something sitting there.
"…This."
My gaze stopped on the shelf.
A handmade doll, about twenty centimeters tall.
Cloth dolls modeled after the five members, holding hands.
"Votive Doll."
This was something sent by a fan on Advent's anniversary.
It had been displayed in the living room ever since.
I picked up the doll.
There was embroidery on the back of the base.
"May everyone become their true selves."
I read it aloud.
My deep voice echoed through the living room.
"…………"
"Wh-what does that mean?"
"Hey, Shiori. Don't tell me—"
"This needs verification. The causal relationship between the gender transformation phenomenon happening to us and this doll."
I suppressed my trembling hands.
No—the trembling wasn't from fear.
It was anticipation.
"Everyone. Sit on the sofa. I'll record each person's changes, one by one."
"Hey, Shiori. At a time like this, you—"
"Because I'm an Archiver. I observe and record all phenomena. That is my way of life. This phenomenon is a top-class recording subject. There's no way I can leave it alone."
I picked up the leather-bound notebook on the desk.
A thick A5 notebook.
This was my "Observation Diary."
"…You really never waver, do you."
Nerissa sounded exasperated, but the corners of her mouth had relaxed slightly.
"Okay, first, Bijou. Starting with your changes."
"U-um… So, Shiori. Listen."
Bijou fidgeted, gripping the hem of her skirt.
"…What is it?"
"Shiori, you're somehow really… um…"
Bijou's voice grew quieter and quieter.
"Really?"
"…You feel like a man. When our eyes meet, my heart races."
Bijou glanced at my eyes, then immediately looked away.
My heart skipped a beat for an instant.
What was that?
What did she mean?
"…What's with that reaction?"
Nerissa slid her body a step forward, in front of Bijou.
"Don't get any weird ideas about Bijou. Shiori."
"I haven't done anything!? I was just trying to record!"
"If you're recording, then hurry up. Bijou's uncomfortable."
Saying that, Nerissa seemed to remember that her own body had become male, and pulled back the hand she'd been reaching toward Bijou.
"…Ah."
Nerissa stepped back.
"Nerissa… U-um, it's okay. It's Shiori, after all."
Bijou lightly pinched Nerissa's sleeve.
"…………I see."
Nerissa said nothing more.
"Ugh, geez! Everyone, look! This situation! Fuwawa is surrounded by boys! This situation makes Fuwawa all tingly! Since Fuwawa's become a girl, it feels like—boys! Are boys really this big!? Are their shoulders this solid!?"
Fuwawa flopped back against the sofa's backrest.
"Fuwawa doesn't understand romance at all! Why is everyone's face so red!? Do you all have colds!?"
"I don't think it's a cold."
"Hmph. Fuwawa doesn't get it!"
"…Love, huh. That element might be necessary for recording this phenomenon too. Fuwawa, I'll interview you in detail about your subjective experience later."
"Subjective! Don't say hard words! But if Shiori says so, Fuwawa will talk! You're the Archiver, after all!"
Fuwawa tilted her head with a little bob.
"…Hah. Anyway. Today's streams are cancelled. Until everyone's bodies return to normal, we'll keep going outside to a minimum. Today, let's gather information about this phenomenon."
"Streams cancelled. …That's wise. I'll contact Manager Tanaka too."
"Right. Then first, I'm taking photos of everyone. The first step of recording. On the first day of an anomaly, facial expressions are evidence."
"Eh, photos!? No, in this state!?"
"I'll record our current appearances exactly as they are. That's what documentation means. Come on, everyone, sit on the sofa. The Archiver who became a man, and me, who became a girl. This will be a photo for the history books."
I raised my smartphone.
"…Fine. Just take it already."
"I-is my hair all messy…"
"Fuwawa, smile! Okay, cheese! …Same smile as always! Ehehe."
Click.
A single shutter sound.
"…I will record this phenomenon. Everyone's changes, every emotional shift—I'll write it all in this observation diary."
I looked across everyone's faces and declared it.
"…Idiot. I knew you'd say that."
But her face was smiling, just a little.
Bijou and Fuwawa too.
They all looked somehow relieved.
This impossible morning.
But as long as I remained the Archiver, everyone seemed to feel a bit more at ease.
"All right! Then, Shiori Novella's Gender-Flip Observation Diary—starts now!"
My voice rang out through the living room.
At that moment, in the corner of the living room, on the bottom shelf of the bookcase, I caught sight of an old book quietly tucked away.
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