Wardrobe Change

Wardrobe Change
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maou!
Rating: NC17
Warning: Gender bending, yuri, sex.
Pairing: mainly YozCon with hints of MuraYozCon on the horizon.
Mildly edited, not beta'd. Beware of randomly shifting pronouns (mostly on purpose) and random tense changes (not on purpose).
Disclaimer: Characters and settings are the property of Tomo Takabayashi and associates, and I'm just an overimaginative fangirl who's not making any money off of this.
Wordcount: about 1766.

Note: Girl!OT3 smut! Based on sammy_h's happily smutty yuri fanart of girl!Conrad, girl!Murata and girl!Yozak. I'm making an assumption about Murata being part human and part Mazoku which may or may not be canon-compliant.

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Anissina claimed it was intended to benefit Gwendal, albeit indirectly, by way of helping his most useful gatherer of information, so Yozak had gone along with the trial run of "Impenetrable Disguise-kun!" with little concern, assuming that it wouldn't work at all. He never expected (but, in hind sight, thought he should have guessed) that it would actually work better than advertised and turn his disguise into reality.

Of course, no one (Anissina obviously included) expected that the only other not-full-Mazoku in the vicinity would also be affected in the same way, even if they weren't disguised as women at that particular moment.

Fortunately, King Yuuri was not in the vicinity at the time. Wolfram turned a hundred different shades of pink at the thought. Anissina quickly assured everyone present that the change was not permanent. How long it would last, she couldn't say... but definitely not for the rest of their lives.

"In the meantime," she continued with a pointed glance at each of them, "I think you'd all better find something more appropriate to wear."

Yozak looked down at her new body with mixed feelings. What Anissina said was all too true. She seemed to have lost about 30 pounds of body weight, and a lot of the remainder had been redistributed from muscle mass to new, attractive but less useful areas. Ironically, this also meant that none of his dresses fit now - they were all too large for the woman he'd become.

The other two had even more obvious and uncomfortable problems. Murata shifted and wiggled, and finally yanked open the black jacket that had suddenly become much too tight around the chest. Other than that, she didn't seem very much disturbed by the change.

"Oh yes, I remember this... it's actually more convenient in some ways," Murata mused, looking herself over in the mirror Anissina had provided for Yozak to check the results. "I think I need to change my hairstyle to really make it work, though..."

Conrad, on the other hand, looked liked she'd stopped breathing in shock, never mind the fact that she was about to burst out of that uniform and probably couldn't drag in a full breath of air if she'd wanted to.

(Gwendal had just about stopped breathing, too, even though he didn't have any pressing reason not to. He just stood there, glaring at Anissina and making sounds like a teakettle about to boil over. Gunter had merely fainted dead away. Yozak spared a thought to wonder if that was in disappointment that half the handsome men in the room had suddenly been replaced by gorgeous women. Which they were, if she did say so herself - and Conrad in particular. She really did need to get out of that too-tight uniform... )

"C'mon, Captain," Yozak said, startling herself when she heard her own voice; it was nearly back up in the range it had been before he'd hit puberty, but had a nice, sultry note in it now as well. "Let's see if I can find you something more comfortable to slip into, hm?"

Minutes later, they were alone in Conrad's room. Murata had started to follow them, holding her shirt together in front as discretely as possible, but had thought of something and gone off on her own along the way. So for now, it was just the two of them.

While Conrad got her jacket and shirt off and started to get her breath back, Yozak let her own gown fall off her shoulders and took stock of things. She looked over the armful of outfits she'd brought along to try out with Impenetrable Disguise-kun, and eyed herself and Conrad to see if anything was going to fit decently. Not without a quick bit of tailoring, she decided.

"Hm, I thought they'd be bigger," she said, hefting her brand new breasts up on her palms. "They do feel nice, though... I always wondered...."

"Yozak!" Conrad sputtered - shirt and jacket off, face flushed with embarrassment and confused by new sensations, she stared as if fascinated at Yozak handling her own breasts like that, her own hands clenched into fists at her side. Yozak grinned and stepped over to her.

"What's wrong, taichou - or should I say - ?"

She didn't come up with something more fitting, though, since she was too busy enjoying Conrad's reaction when she casually grabbed one of her breasts. It made a nice little handful in Yozak's still rather large palm.

"Yozak, don't...ngh-!" Conrad's eyes closed, wincing, but not in discomfort, Yozak was pretty certain. Still grinning, she bent down and replaced her hand with her tongue. The taste of Conrad's skin was familiar but the feel of it was different, softer of course, but the nipple hardened just as quickly as ever between her lips. Conrad's hand landed in her hair, tugging but not forcing her head away, even though "stop that" came out of her lips in a hiss.

It was just too good to pass up on, Yozak decided, as long as Conrad hadn't actually knocked her across the room yet. She tongued the nipple and squeezed the other breast with one hand, running her other hand down Conrad's side. She felt quickening breaths flutter under Conrad's ribs, then slipped her hand lower into the waistband of her pants, nudging them down over the soft curve of her hips.

"Yozak..." Conrad said again, her hands and body contradicting the whine of protest in her voice. Well, maybe she wasn't getting the message quite right, Yozak thought, and raised her head to kiss Conrad instead.

Conrad's mouth was meltingly soft and hot against hers, with little whining gasps of breath as if she would stop this, but she didn't; instead, her arms wound around Yozak, one hand still clenched in her hair, the other pressing hard on her back with questing fingers exploring her skin. Yozak wiggled, shifting so that their breasts were pressed together, which created a luscious sensation that rippled right down her body and pooled between her legs.

"So that's what..." she murmured. That's what arousal felt like, she thought, as part of her mind made note of the differences in sensations that seemed more diffuse but no less intense. She kept telling herself this will all be useful knowledge someday, both when he's wearing a dress and when he's trying to get another woman out of one. That throbbing tingle building up between her legs made her think suddenly of how great it must feel to have a nice hot tongue right... there! right at that point she'd just managed to rub against Conrad's thigh, having somehow gotten those damn pants out of the way. And then she got sidetracked from that idea by the even hotter one of imagining how Conrad would react to the same thing.

Without stopping to think about it, she dropped one hand down and slipped it between Conrad's legs. Disconcerted for a second by the notable absence of the hard shape his brain expected to find there, her fingers pushed through silky brown curls and glided in between deep, wet folds of skin, unerringly right to the spot, quicker than she expected or intended.

Conrad threw her head back, arching against her. Forgetting what was normal just a few minutes ago, Yozak could only think of how delicious Conrad's throat looked, and the mounds of her breasts pushing upward, and how fine that wet heat felt, how easily her fingers slid in between....

Mouth watering, she lowered her head again to clamp her lips around one nipple, and twisted the other between thumb and finger, feeling it grow even more stiff to her touch. She let her fingers flick back and forth over that slick little nub between Conrad's legs.

And, not to Yozak's surprise at all, Conrad quickly gave up any pretense of protest.

Yozak had known for a long time that, while he might be perfectly comfortable in a dress and makeup on the dance floor, when they fell into bed it was Conrad who wanted to be ravished like a woman. Not that he'd ever say so in so many words. Of course, Conrad had done his share of ravishing, too, and one of them was as likely to end up on top as the other, but when Conrad spread and raised his legs, or turned around on hands and knees, he went down hard and deep somewhere inside.

Conrad clenched a fist in her hair and dug into her shoulder with the other hand. Suddenly she was jerking against Yozak's hand, gasping in quick, sharp, high-pitched gasps, and then she shuddered with a long, startled sigh. Yozak almost lost her grip. Then Conrad went still except for slow, deep breaths.

Yozak drew back enough to look into Conrad's face - flushed cheeks, eyes closed and mouth open, eyebrows twitching as if in surprise.

"Did you just come?" she asked, amused.

"I... think so..." Conrad panted, trying to focus. "That must be.... what it was..."

"You're not even sure?" Yozak chuckled. "Well, this is certainly turning out to be an educational experience after all!"

"It is hard to tell sometimes," Murata spoke up suddenly from the doorway. "Compared to men, where it's always pretty obvious!"

She was wearing a printed silk robe now, cinched loosely around her slim waist, and she carried a heap of clothes over one arm. She came in, then shut the door behind herself - and locked it.

Good idea, Yozak thought, grinning.

"Geika?" Conrad said, her voice a little rough already. "That's right, you were..." she trailed off, staring at the dark haired girl.

"Yes," Murata answered, smiling up at them happily. "I was female in several past lives, so I remember a little of what this was like! I thought it might help."

Yozak's eyebrows shot upward, while Conrad's lowered in a doubtful frown. Murata came over to them, letting the robe fall open. Yozak almost asked where she found girl's underwear that fit so well on such short notice, but thought better of it.

Murata dropped the rest of the clothes on a chair and came up behind Conrad.

"It looks like you don't need my help after all," she said as she slipped an arm around Conrad's waist. Conrad stiffened, but didn't protest being trapped between the two of them. "But do you mind if I join in anyway?"

"I'd say your expertise in the area is perfectly welcome," Yozak said, when Conrad continued not to argue against it. "We've got plenty more to learn...!"

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