I woke up to a weight on my chest that wasn't just my own still-unfamiliar anatomy.

  A soft, warm arm was draped over my waist, and a leg was hooked over my thigh. I could feel the heat of a body pressed firmly against my back. Yuna was snoring slightly, her breath tickling the back of my neck. In her sleep, she must have migrated across the bed, turning me into a literal body pillow.

  Then her hand moved. No, it didn't just move; it wandered, as if with intention. Her fingers squeezed my hip, then drifted upward, her palm cupping the side of my breast through the thin fabric of the Slime Despair t-shirt. She let out a contented mumble, snuggling closer until I could feel her bare chest pressing into my shoulder blades. My nipple hardened instantly, yearning for the contact.

  My brain hit a critical error. My thirty-two years of male instincts were screaming JACKPOT while my new body was sending frantic distress signals to my core. I felt a familiar, faint thrum of electricity under my skin - the same "charging" sensation I'd felt when Yuna looked at me last night, when I stepped out wearing the Virgin Killer sweater.

  "Yuna," I squeaked, my voice sounding like a squeezed chew toy. "Yuna, wake up." Small violet arcs of electricity crawled across my skin, then over the shirt until they reached Yuna's hand where they discharged with a faint *POP*.

  She bolted upright, rubbing her hand and staring at it curiously. "Oh! Hey, mystery girl." She glanced down, taking in her position snuggling against my body. "Sorry! You're just ... really ergonomic. Best body pillow ever." Yuna hopped out of bed with zero shame, stretching her arms above her head, nude body on display. "Okay, we need to move! The HeroHub registry office is best in the morning, from what I read. You go shower first, I'll check the news."

  I scrambled out of bed, clutching the Virgin Killer sweater like it was a holy relic. I wasn't excited to wear it, but ... what choice did I have?

  The shower was a revelation. Being Kurumi was so different than Kenji - my skin felt like silk and my long hair cascaded down my body, sticking wetly to my skin. There was so much more to wash, though. I spent ten minutes just staring at the soap suds sliding across unfamiliar curves, my face seared a permanent shade of red.

  I was just reaching to turn off the water when the bathroom door burst open.

  "Ugh, you're taking forever," Yuna complained, already unzipping her hoodie and dropping it to the bathroom floor. She wore nothing else. "I'm jumping in. Don't be weird, Kurumi. It's just water!"

  "Wait - Yuna! I'm still -"

  She jumped into the shower, pressing her body against my slick curves and I felt my brain melting at the scenario I found myself in. Yuna let out a pleased moan as the hot water soaked her skin, turning so it ran across her back, facing me. I was backed into the corner of the shower, clutching a washcloth to my chest for modesty, while Yuna stood right in front of me, lathering up her hair. Our knees brushed and the proximity was dizzying. I was having trouble breathing.

  "You missed a spot on your shoulder," she remarked casually, reaching out with a soapy hand and running it across my skin.

  When her fingers touched my bare skin, it wasn't just a touch. It was a connection. A jolt of white-hot static shot through me, so strong that a visible indigo arc jumped from my shoulder to her fingertips. *POP*.

  "Ow! Hey!" Yuna laughed, rubbing her hand. "You're still a bit static-y, huh? Relax, girl. We're both women here. Nothing you haven't seen a million times before, right?"

  Extremely wrong, I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs. So much more wrong than you could possibly know.

  Yuna finished her quick shower, turning off the water and stepping out, handing a towel in to me that I accepted limply while she quickly dried herself off. She took pity on me, helping dry and comb my long hair, pinning it back with a silver ribbon as I slid the crotchless panties from last night back onto my new body. Finally, with a gulp, I stepped into the Virgin Killer dress once more.

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  My face was beet red and I felt like my breath was coming in gasps as I stared at myself in the mirror. SSS-Tier Waifu to say the least. Yuna's own face was just as red as she took in my appearance and she had trouble meeting my gaze. Finally, she turned and ran back into her bedroom, rummaging through her closet before returning with a variety of shoe choices.

  Unfortunately, the only choice that fit me was a pair of glittering silver stiletto heels - four inches of height. "I forgot to return these," Yuna said as she buckled the straps around my ankles. "The color matches your hair and the outfit perfectly. You look like a premium-edition figurine, utterly flawless."

  I may have looked like a high-end doll, but I definitely didn't move like one. Stepping out of Yuna's apartment was a near-catastrophe, I tripped several times in the heels until Yuna took me by the elbow and helped slow me down, walking arm-in-arm with me.

  Stepping out into Bay City was like walking into a high-definition dream. Neon signs in Korean characters flickered everywhere. Holographic Billboards showed Neon Reaper and Gumiho posing for luxury brands. Neon Reaper advertised high-end whiskey and electronics, while Gumiho seemed to be selling cigarettes and perfume. Every time I stumbled in the heels, the backless sweater shifted, and I could feel the eyes of the commuters on us. I felt like a beacon, drawing all eyes to myself. It was deeply uncomfortable.

  Finally, we reached the Bay City HeroHub office, a clinical glass spire that smelled like ozone. We entered, Yuna steering me towards a receptionist, announcing my desire to register as a newly-discovered Super, and then we took the elevator to the fifth basement level.

  Yuna was separated from me, forced to remain in a waiting room, while a bored-looking woman in her fifties led me through a series of chambers. I was fingerprinted, had my DNA scraped from a cheek swab, pictures taken of my face and figure, all of my measurements taken, before I was finally left in a testing chamber by myself.

  The room was perhaps fifteen feet on each side, one door where I entered, a battery of cameras filming from all angles around a small painted circle in the middle of the room. I was instructed to walk into the circle and wait for further instructions. Finally, a target dummy emerged from a hidden compartment in the floor, standing two feet in front of me.

  "Concentrate," a laconic voice came over unseen speakers. "Release as much energy as you can or otherwise show your powers to damage the dummy."

  I closed my eyes. I thought of the alley, the mysterious bad guy that Yuna had called the Pincher. I thought of the lightning bolt that I'd somehow hit him with as I fell out of the sky. I let my hand extend forward, touching the dummy, and channeled every bit of energy I could muster.

  *Zzzzt*.

  I opened my eyes just in time to see a faint, pathetic violet spark hop from my finger to the target dummy. It looked like a dying bug zapper.

  "Whenever you're ready," the technician repeated. "We don't have all day."

  "I, uh ..." I glanced at my hand, then at the dummy. I tried to feel inside of my body, looking for more energy, but found nothing. I'd apparently channeled all of the energy that I had within me. "That was it?"

  "Oh, uh. Sorry about that." The voice sounded a little embarrassed. "Okay, return to the lobby, we'll have your ID ready for you by the time you get there."

  I retraced my steps, confusion on my face as I returned to the lobby. Yuna was waiting there, almost bouncing in her chair, clad once more in a miniskirt, knee socks, and a cropped t-shirt. "Well? How did it go?"

  I shrugged, feeling my breasts jostle and nearly fall out of the ridiculous meme sweater, Yuna's eyes instantly drawn to my chest. Suddenly, I didn't feel quite so empty. "They said to get my ID here."

  We walked together to the receptionist, who plucked a freshly printed ID from a tray and handed it over. The plastic was warm and I glanced at it, curious what it would say.

  Name: Kurumi

  Alias: /Unknown/

  Rank: F

  Power Type: Electro-Kinetic

  Output: 0.8 Kilowatts

  I stared at it blankly. F-Rank? I looked up at Yuna's face, feeling a rush of shame. It almost felt like it would be better to have no superpowers.

  Yuna snatched the card away from me, her own face falling in dismay as she read it over, then waved at the receptionist. "F-Rank? That's impossible! I saw her practically nuke a guy with a lightning bolt last night! Don't you have records of what happened to the Phantom Pincher?"

  The receptionist shrugged, "Yeah, says here that he was killed in a fight with an unknown super last night. But look, the tests don't lie. She's an F-Tier Super, her powers are what they are. Better luck next life."

  Yuna led me out of the building, looking genuinely glum. "I'm sorry, Kurumi. I don't get it. You look like a goddess, like any S-Rank Super, but the numbers say you're ... well ... you're a civilian with a joy buzzer. It's totally unfair."

  "It's okay," I said though the rejection stung. I felt like a 'Common' pull in a game where I should have been a Legendary or better.

  "No, it's not okay! But whatever. Let's get some food, put that behind us. I know a place that has the best jjamppong in the district." With that, she took my arm once more and led me back out into the streets of Bay City, determined not to let my performance issues detract from her mood. I wish I was able to do the same.