((I don't give a fuck about timeframe. Regime still in control. I guess this was some kind of massive party at Raen/Amina's apartment earlier. Y'ALL GET TO FIGHT FOR THE COUCH AND BEANBAGS INSTEAD OF THE FLOOR. Since, as big and bad as couch is... guess only like, six of you fitting on that. Kids are at the farm. Senshi are men. Shitennou are women. Everybody else normal. WTF IS THIS WORLD?))

She ached everywhere.

It was easy to blame Amina for it, but she wouldn't complain. She yawned against the pillow, growling stomach rousing her from a dead sleep. That was the disadvantage to rest (and sex, really) - too many hours without food. But there was the promise of a fridge full of meat just outside the door, if she was willing to find a pair of shorts and a shirt to haul on to go out past the others in.

She twisted under Amina's arm nonetheless, turning to face her for a quick peek before her usual scurry out from under the sheets. It was usually a fairly fast process. Flip over, nuzzle into her, evaluate her need for food (for the record, food usually won), and either curl into her for another half an hour if she could stand it, or push out of the bed. Usually.

But that was before the days when she would roll over and come face-to-face with some strange man that she didn't recognise. Raen's stomach lurched, violet eyes widening in surprise before she let out what could only be described as half of a scream, and half of a roar, directly into the man's face as she pushed back from him, flailing. She was fairly certain she felt her knee connect with something as she worked backwards across the bed in her panic, eventually falling onto the floor with a short thump and staying there for a moment, breathing hard. She placed a hand to her chest, trying to remember that her heart was an unstable, untrustworthy thing, and found something worse yet.

Not that she'd ever been vain enough to care or think they were particularly fantastic, but where the hell were her breasts? She glanced downwards, spying naked... well, for lack of a better term, naked man. She could appreciate that at least she appeared to have abs - no, no, not the thing to be appreciating! She gulped, staring at the sheet over her thighs and her hands - entirely unlike hers - for a moment before moving the white cotton off of her and wincing.

Oh, that was definitely not her body.

She growled, the sound louder, deeper than normal, peeking up above the edge of the bed and glaring down the stranger there. Blonde, tan... smelt like Amina. "Wh-what are you doing - who are you?" It seemed like a legitimate question, her glaring down the other man and trying not to focus on how many pitches lower her voice was, or how every word seemed to come out more as a growl than a voice. This had to be a dream. It had to be.

He was coming awake, slowly, luxuriating in the scent of Ushriya's shampoo as her hair tickled his nose when his body decided to remind him that he'd been sleeping on a couch all night. It wasn't quite happy with him. It was matter of fact quite sore. There was also something... missing. A sensation that he was used to having in the morning - so used to it, in fact, that he had deliberately arranged himself around his Riyako in such a way that it wouldn't touch her in the morning, something harder to do than it sounded, especially on the couch. However, there was a sensation of something else there, not connected to him, and a new sensation higher up on his body.

The doctor blinked blearily, mind refusing to rouse properly, even with his back complaining and a good portion of him ready to freak out. That is until the roaring scream sent him bolting upright, hauling the still slumbering Ushriya with him. His mind now instantly awake and scanning for a threat, he noticed a few things instantly.
One: he had breasts.
Two: Ushriya did not have breasts.
Three: Unless he was mistaken, that was Ushriya's morning-wood he had been feeling.

Oh this was going to be good.

"Don't scream!" he commanded his shitennou quickly, "Wake up and don't scream!" Ruro then looked down at - at his Riyako and kissed her softly. It was odd, her lips being harder to his surprisingly softer, but Mamoru sent him an image of Usagi dressing as a male using the disguise pen, so really, it wasn't that different.
"Wake up, Riyako. We have a bit of a situation."

Something was more than certainly not right. Not right at all.

She couldn't tell what it was.

She'd fallen asleep beside Jace – so why was there now a feminine-feeling arm draped over her? Maybe she'd moved in the middle of the night or something... The arm was certainly female, now that she shifted her weight a bit. And -

What the hell was that?

She'd moved just slightly, but the sudden knowledge of what was 'not right' was very there, and very physically confusing – she squirmed again, and Hotaru busted out laughing in her head, hysterically talking about waking up with a dick.

Oh. That's what that was. But...

The roar from Amina's bedroom clued her in that she might not be the only one with this massive confusion. She jumped at the sound, flailing away from the mysterious arm and falling off of the couch that she was positive she and Jace had fallen asleep on. Her eyes flew open, and without the aid of her goggles, she was instantly blinded by the morning light filtering through the windows.

Well, that had been stupid.

Thankfully, Saturnian men weren't much bigger than the women. Her pants were uncomfortable, though... That might have to be remedied. Soon. She groaned, and then squeaked – both sounds foreign and masculine coming from her mouth. She swallowed, managing to open her eyes a bit as she fumbled around, reaching for her goggles – after a moment, she managed to find them, and slipping them on (having to adjust the size a bit), she looked around the room, bleary eyed, confused, and definatley unsure of what was going on. Her eyes traveled back to the woman she'd been laying with...

"...Jace?"

It wasn't how he expected to wake up. A screaming roar, pulsing panic from Raen in his mind and calm words from his liege coupled with his arm being shoved off his wife. Not how he wanted this morning to go. As it was... well, he would deal.

Jace opened his eyes slowly at a tenor voice calling his name. None of his brothers were tenors, so this was odd. It was a sweet voice, somehow familiar. A Saturnian male, wearing Ota's goggles, ring and pyjamas. Hunh. He looked down at himself and saw his ring, and a rather... full t-shirt. Oh. Well. Shit.

"Ota, it's me, it's Jace," he called out, sitting up on the couch and reaching a hand out for her.
"Dunno what happened, but something did. We'll figure it out, now c'mere, the floor has to be cold." There was one good thing to be said about being Uranian. Despite his temper, he really wasn't too phased. Okay, sure, he was phased, but not freaking out like Raen was. He sent a mental wave of calm towards her, but figured it probably wouldn't help. Shadows drew about him, creating a cocoon of dark directly around and in front of him for his wife.

He dreamt of kittens.

Not that he usually dreamt of such things, but there had been a lot of mocking Khonsu the night before (the guy really made it too easy). And thus, he dreamt of kittens, white and fluffy and all curled into perfect, wee little balls of fur. Soft kitties, warm kitties, purr purr purr - okay, that was enough of that.

And then there was roaring, and suddenly, Nier wasn't asleep anymore. His eyes snapped open like he'd been shot, the bear of a man lying perfectly still as his every mental faculty became one-hundred percent dedicated to locating the impending threat. The noise, however, only came the once. Quick and hard, without nothing else to follow it up. Not even the pounding of feet or paws against the ground. Okay, so... the conclusion here was that he wasn't on Mars.

Then again, that noise had sounded an awful lot like Kei. Maybe Kei had gone looking for him? Wouldn't have been the first time. He'd been caught in a couple of really, exceedingly awkward predicaments with Maka because of that guy. The Jovian huffed, making a mental note to have a little talk with him about private time, and knocking. Or just not barging in at all, ever. Maybe about contacting him via Palaver, if he could convince the poor bastard to get one put in...

And then there was something exploding in his mind, albeit quietly. Don't scream? Why would he scream? Because there was a lion loose in the apartment? Oh God, there was a lion, wasn't there? No more kitten dreams!

Nier stood this time, slipping away from Maka and going to move - only to discover a certain flowing freedom in his nethers. Huh. Weird. Also, his shirt was way too tiiiIIIIGHTTTTTT AHHHH! Was roughly his mental process there. He spared a quick glance around the room, spying women-men and men-women everywhere, minus the two who had retreated to their room the night before. Oh. There wasn't a lion. Well then. Someone owed him some extra sleep. "So, uh, gender check on aisle seven," he started, shocked by the girlish quality of his voice before realising he really ought not to have been, continuing on, "Does everybody else who had boobs last night have a dick this morning, and vice versa? Legitimate question."

She needed to urinate. It was a fairly common thought in the morning for anyone, she had to admit, but it was true this morn. Getting up and going to the bathroom then coming back to snuggle with her husband sounded like a brilliant idea. Amalia began the slow work of disentangling herself from Zoi, shifting his arm off her and sitting upright from where they had squashed beanbags together as a makeshift bed.

A roar and she yipped in shock, a surprisingly deeper sound than she expected, falling back against her husband's breasts. Wait. Breasts?! The Mercurian shoved upright, not even thinking about how much that would hurt were their situations reversed, palms firm on the mammary glands. It was only as the hubub spread and she fully stood that she realized just what had happened.

Nier's words rang in her head as she bolted for the bathroom, sure that it was everyone but her, sure she was dreaming, despite the additional tightness and weight in her pyjama pants. Once she got to the bathroom and closed the main door behind her, she realized it.

It wasn't a dream. Amalia quickly resolved to relieve herself, then think on it further, so she did. Only when washing her hands did the realization come to her and she walked wobbly over to the sauna, sinking down on the bench inside. She was a man.

She was a man. She was a man, and her Zoi had mentioned before that he wasn't into men. She was a man. Her husband couldn't love her anymore, she was a man. Amalia sniffled, wiping at her nose with her sleeve, knees pulled to her chest.

Ama was warm. He'd been having that thought all night – she was wonderful to sleep with, because she just warmed him right up. Several times during the night he'd woken up and snuggled closer to her, loving the smell of the shampoo she used and just reveling in the fact that she was actually there.

So sue him, he was clingy. Very much so... He couldn't get enough of touching her, holding her, kissing her... She was just like a present, but it was new and exciting every time. He rolled over again, almost awake and yet not quite, toes curling at being exposed to the cold air suddenly. And then there was a roar from the other room.

He immediately opened his eyes, searching for the enemy, waiting for whatever hellish creature to bust through poor Amina's wall and for the fight to begin. But nothing happened... And then Ruro spoke into his mind, and his brain finally went from battle-ready to consiously thinking about what was going on.

He glanced down, the full realization of what was going on donning on him as he looked around. He turned towards Ama, but those precious instants before he'd turned towards her had apparently been when she'd processed the roar – she was falling towards him, and he couldn't help the surprisingly (not really, when he thought about it) feminine squeal of pain. The sheer force of the pressure on his breasts – good lord, that was a weird thought – made his eyes water, and he swallowed back a loud groan, biting on his surprisingly soft bottom lip.

And then she was gone, shooting towards the bathroom. He stood up, shaking his head at the sudden amount of space in his pants and the lack in his shirt, and turned to stare at Neir, unfortunately noticing the incredible amount of... boob-age, Zacharie supplied helpfully, the English term sounding ridiculous in his mind. His own were going to be sore... That had hurt. He glanced around the room quickly before deciding that between the roar in the other room and the mess that was going to come as people finished waking in this one, he'd rather be with his wife.

When he reached the bathroom, he heard the toilet flush, and stood there awkwardly for a moment before shrugging. Why not walk in? She didn't have anything he hadn't seen before... He blushed slightly, swallowing. She was washing her hands... The water shut off, and she didn't appear. He put his ear to the door, listening to the best of his ability, before he caught the sound of the tiny sniff.

Oh, no, she wasn't going to go and do that.

He didn't even bother knocking, just walked in, closing the door behind him, and a quick scan of the room told him that she was sitting in the sauna. He didn't bother with speaking, once more rather allowing himself to cross the room and enter the wooden room, swooping down on her and in the same motion, hugging her to his sore chest and sitting beside her. ”What's wrong, mon trésor?” He asked, once he had released her, reaching up a hand to run a thumb across her now masculine cheek. Okay, he sounded like a chick... So what?

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Amina bolted upright as she was roared at, ears ringing and finding herself face to face with a violet-eyed Martian man. "What the fuck?" she managed to get out in a sleepy gravel, staring as the man whacked his knee into hers in a bid for escape backwards off her bed. It wasn't one of her siblings, nor had she adopted any new ones recently. She closed her eyes as the Martian fell off the bed, wincing for the man, and tried to take stock. Bond with Raen, check. Bond to Ushriya, check. A series of five bonds out in the other room, check. That her bond with Raen led to the man on the floor... unusual.

She heard the panicked words and rolled to her stomach to better look at the man over the edge of the bed. Well. That was something that hadn't been there last night. She shifted uncomfortably on top of a... well, bluntly, a full cock. Hunh.

"Raen, love, it's me, it's Amina." She tried, coughing at the end of her statement as her voice didn't leave the gravel that she had assumed was because of sleep. She wiped at her gritty eyes and tried again mentally. "It's me, Fajra, honest." If it wasn't just them - and hearing Nier made her assume it wasn't. Well.

Today was going to be interesting. She thought about getting up, but decided against it for the moment. Calm her wife down, then worry about everyone else.

Amalia hiccuped as someone entered the bathroom with her, and she sniffled to see that it was her husband. She could plainly say he was beautiful, but struggled nonetheless as he picked her up as he was wont to do and put her in his lap. Or should that be put him in her lap?

Whichever it was, it didn't matter, she thought, wiggling to sit beside him instead. She just knew that it wouldn't work out now. Nothing would. She turned her face from his hand, staring at the floor listlessly.

"You must hate me," she whispered in French, a somber Ami providing her with the knowledge of Zacharie's mother tongue. "I'm a man, and you said you would never be with a man." Against Ami and Sariah's cries for her not to say it, she kept speaking, she had to say her piece before she lost the courage to. "I'll try to find out how we can break the bond without repercussions, so you won't have to deal with me." She - He - It stood and took the few stumbling steps towards the door of the sauna.
"I'm sorry to put you through this."

He had never actually felt the other two really, honestly panic. There had been that moment of pissed-off-ness when the news about Heinze Casler had rooted in his mind, and the battle-mind at the fair... But at that particular moment, both Zacharie and Zoisite freaked the hell out, demanding in two different languages that he do something, anything to prevent her from leaving. "Ama..." He jumped to his feet, throwing himself at her to wrap his arms around her from behind. He wouldn't be able to function without her, he knew... He shook his head, leaning down to kiss her on top of her own.

"I meant, my love, that I couldn't be with a man as a man. But that was before you. You could be a man for the rest of forever, and even if I was still a guy, I'd still want you, forever." She was so small, even as a man... He smiled into the top of her head, not fully realizing how awkward it might be for her to have his breasts pressed into the back of her head.

Of course, he was dealing with two hyperventilating drama kings, screaming at him in ancient Terrestrial and a mixture of French and Japanese, practically begging him to keep her from leaving. And to the best of his ability, unless she flat out told him that she didn't want him any more, she wasn't going to leave. He wouldn't be able to handle that - that initial moment of panic had probably hit Ruro too, though he'd managed to contain himself... Zacharie and Zoisite were doing much worse than he was.

He released her, stepping in front of her and leaning down to kiss her forehead and her cheek. He tried to meet her eyes with his own, smiling softly. "Don't leave me?" That was all three of them speaking, begging, hoping...

She wouldn't have had to have been a Martian to hear some of the others as they woke up, though her hearing being what it was certainly helped. There were doors moving as people changed rooms, scuffling, talking... something about boobs and dicks, she didn't really want to know. In fact, all she wanted in that very moment was to get back into the bed, fall asleep, and wake up ten minutes later with everything back to normal. She did not want to have to face the harsh reality that was she had parts that were built to hurt.

Raen growled, not as surprised by the noise anymore as the blonde man on the bed swore. She contemplated killing him for touching her, processing driven a few steps slower given the fact that yes, she was famished, and yes, she was disturbed. Disturbed more than she ever had been before, anyway.

Her nostrils flared a bit, checking the other's scent again as he claimed to be Amina, hesitantly poking forwards a bit before recoiling. Smelt like Amina. Probably Amina - yes, mental confirmation. She groaned, the noise low and grinding like she was trying to churn out another roar. Was this why the men on Mars were always so much more vocal? Her growls didn't take effort, but they certainly didn't come about (normally) when she was trying to make other noises. "Not good," she commented, clutching the sheet she had pulled down with her to her frame a bit tighter. "Not good, not good, not good."

Everything in her said don't panic, barring the part that was Rei and seemed far too intrigued by the whole affair. From what she could tell, the former miko was trying to contact Minako without letting herself or Amina hear, though her wild giggles were a pretty good hint as to what they we talking about. She was quick to remind her last incarnation that this was nowhere near funny as she slowly got to her feet, awkwardly covering as much of her 'new' body as she could with the sheet in the process, and pointedly not looking back to the bed.

Didn't need to see that, didn't want to see that, holy crap.

And somewhere outside, someone exclaimed, "There are dicks everywhere!", just in time for her to freeze. In spite of herself, the brunette spared an awkward, trying-not-to-linger-because-that-seems-like-giving-you-permission-to-do-the-same glance back to the male equivalent of Amina, ignoring the throb in her knee as she made an executive decision regarding the situation.

"I'm never leaving the room again. I'm not going out there. I'm going to stay here. Do we have boy clothes? We definitely don't have boy clothes. Can we use girl clothes as boy clothes? Because I would like clothing now. A lot of it."

Michaela wasn't sure how she and Haiden had agreed to such a... slumber party, but it appeared to be in the name of team bonding. At the end of the night, Michaela had quietly pulled a bean bag towards a corner of the room, not particularly intrigued by the puppy pile that was amassing on the couch. Sleeping on a bean bag was a different experience, but it was large enough for both Haiden and herself, and seemed designed to encourage intimate snuggling. It wasn't as comforting as either of their beds, but it was pleasant and rather romantic.

When Michaela awoke, she was still comfortably spooned against Haiden. Raen's psychic energy was buzzing in her head with distress, bringing her to full consciousness immediately. From her vantage in the corner, Michaela could immediately see there was something... wrong, with her fellow warriors. Which then brought her attention to her own body. Her night gown was flat, though the apparent loss of her breasts did nothing to detract from the elegance of her... or his.. body. Neptunian men were rather effeminate and soft-curved as it was. With some minor adjustments to her wardrobe, most of her clothes should still be perfectly wearable. For however long this crisis happened to go on anyway.

It wasn't that this development didn't phase her, it did. They would certainly have to determine who or what had caused this (Michaela didn't put anything past Khonsu, as unlikely as even this was for him) and then how to go about changing themselves back. But she saw no reason to panic. In fact... Michaela raised her head, to look up at Haiden. She wasn't bad as a he, but Michaela doubted very much there was anything that would make Haiden look less attractive. She propped herself up on one hand, and placed a quick gentle kiss on Haiden's lips, whispering, "Good morning. I hope you slept well, as we seem to have an issue on our hands." Michaela opened the link between herself and Haiden, allowing her energy to flow freely between them. Much as she was pleased to tease her forever lover, Michaela could only imagine the new strength Haiden would possess as a man, and how very badly that could go for her, if Michaela truly surprised her. Still, it was a tad irresistible.

Amalia froze as arms wrapped around her, surrounding her hard chest instead of squishing down soft breasts. Breasts still came in contact with her, pressing up against the back of her head. It felt nice, in a way. Must be why Zoi liked scooting down in the bed to use them as a pillow, or would do so after sex, depending on their position. Certainly was more comfortable than his hard chest or shoulder.

The words of her-his? husband rang in her ears. Did it matter? Did it really matter in the end if he still wanted her? Did it matter that it was now she still wanted him, not he still wanted her? Did it matter that Amora's Daddy was now her Mama and her Mama was now her Daddy? Yes, it did. At the same time, no, it didn't. They would fix this, whatever this was, somehow. If they didn't, Zoi was still Amalia's, whether husband or wife. That had just been proven. Amora would still love her, Zoi clearly did. What was there to be scared of?

"I won't. I won't leave you." It was a whisper, but it was true. Amalia kissed between Zoi's breasts instead of looking up into green eyes. This, this was different. She was a scientist, she couldn't help but study the differences. Blue eyes met green once before Amalia leaned forward again, hands stroking the breasts prominently presented at her head height, breathing on the nipples as she took in the color and shape of them. A sudden image flashed through her mind, Zoi curled up underneath her, knees to his ears and she blushed hotly. Perhaps the differences weren't all bad. That certainly seemed like an interesting situation to try out.

She looked up again, staring him in the eyes before she realized her hands were still cupping his breasts, thumbs tracing circles.
"Sorry," she said breathlessly, without putting them down. "I'll stop if you want me to."