Broken, but It was a Quick Fox (Amagi Azur Lane TG)

Issei sighed as he walked through the museum. His school had assigned a new project for them to do and on some historical artifacts. He had been distracted by some new magazines that he had gotten along with some games, and they had taken a majority of his time. It was only now that he had finished everything else that he had remembered that the project even existed and needed to be done. He had a few days and intended to make full use of it so that he could at least get a decent grade.

There weren’t many people here, which he found a little surprising. He knew it was a museum but he thought that it would feel less like a ghost town than it did. The only people here were the employees for the place along with some random person from time to time looking at the exhibits. He still wondered if that person in the samurai armor had stolen it from one of the display cases or not. The fact no one seemed to be making a fuss was a point that she hadn’t, but he still wasn’t sure. Either way, at least he would be able to focus on the project. Now if only he could find some good artifact or something that he could use for it.

If he stayed in his room there was no way that he would be able to get anything done. Not with all the porn magazines and hentai that he had in there. It would have been so easy with all of that there to get distracted.

Footsteps caught his attention and he looked up to see that it was a tall beautiful woman wearing a sweater. Despite that, it did absolutely nothing to hide the immense bust that she had. She had long black hair that was done in a braid and a pair of tight pants that did nothing to hide her beautiful shapely legs and plush thighs.

The young man walked in a daze, following the curvaceous beauty as if she was a bright light and him a moth. Even through her pants, he could see the outline of her underwear and the bounce of her rear cheeks. It wasn’t just her behind that was easy to see, but he could also see the front of her chest’s bounce despite the fact he was behind her. The woman’s bosom was the real attraction, but he wasn’t going to turn down the real show that was her bust.

He couldn’t help but follow after her as if she was bait left for him to chase. A beauty like this wasn’t one that a person could admire every day especially with a body like that. He wanted to burn the sight of her bouncing body into his mind as if it would be the last thing that he might see before he died. It was so good, so enticing that if he did die right now, it wouldn't have been a bad last sight.

Unknown to the young man who was lost in his lustful daze, he was getting closer to a priceless vase with a red fox decoration that was on display. It showed the image of a snarling fox staring up at the sky in front of a temple.

The sound of rumbling glass broke him from daze. He turned to see the source and his eyes bulged when he saw the vase was tilting side to side. The young man wasn’t sure what he should do. Would he get in trouble if he tried to catch it, especially if someone thought that he was trying to steal it?

The man watched it sway side to side as the glass case moved, wondering what he should do. He gulped, hoping that it would stand back straight, and then that would be the end of it. He stared and could hear his heart pound in his ears as if he had a stethoscope. To his horror, the glass slanted on its side and he knew then that it would fall off.

“Oh no!” Issei cried in dismay.

The young man moved instinctively as if it was something his parents owned, like a priceless family heirloom or relic. It fell off the platform and he reached out to catch it. He fell to the ground and looked up as he raised his arms as high as he could. The glass case and the vase fell onto his hands, but both of them tipped over. The young man closed his eyes and braced for the worse. The sound of shattering glass filled the room and made him wince. He could feel some small parts of glass against his body, but thankfully there weren’t any parts that drew blood.

The young man stared at the broken fragments of the heirloom as if he had just murdered a man, danced on his corpse, and then stole his wallet. He couldn’t believe that he had just broken it, even accidentally. He hoped that it wasn’t too much. The last thing he needed was for his parents to pay such a bill. In some cases, he had heard old relics and artifacts like this went for hundreds of thousands or even millions of yen. He wasn’t even sure how they would be able to pay such a colossal bill in the first place if that was the case. The young man shuddered and looked around, wondering what was going to happen now. He could already imagine all of the scenarios playing out in his head, and all of them started with the disappointment from his parents.

The young man looked up wondering if the woman had seen his unfortunate accident. To his dismay, she was still here. The woman had an open mouth and stared at the broken item as if she herself couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Not that he could blame her with what just happened.

Issei looked around, desperately hoping that there weren’t any cameras that saw him. To his horror he could see that there was one in the corner of the room, almost out of sight. He slouched and breathed heavily out.

How long before one of the museum staff would walk into the room? It couldn't be long before security would inform them, and then they would be on him like flies in a honey trap. The young man carefully got up, making sure that his hands wouldn’t land on any of the broken glass shards. As bad as this way a trip to the hospital was an easy no. For a moment he considered running away, but knew that would only make things worse.

The room got colder and the young man wasn’t sure if that was from his own nerves getting the better of him or if the AC suddenly cranked up. Both seemed likely with how he was feeling right now. He gulped. His blood felt like there was ice in it. His stomach gurgled and for a moment he thought that he was going to throw up. It would be perfect with how he had been feeling right now.

The room continued to get colder, he hugged himself and looked around wondering what was going on with the air conditioning unit. He breathed out and blinked when he could see his own breath in front of him as if he was standing in a snowstorm. It shouldn’t be this cold. It was the middle of spring, and not only that there was no way that a normal AC system could get so cold that it reached temperatures like these.

Suddenly the pieces of the broken relic glowed, specifically the image of the red fox. Steam seemingly came off of it, as if the pieces were small fires, making the young man yelp and get back as if he had just been shocked. All of the steam rose and gathered in the air, forming a figure. For a moment it was hazy, like when a person was smudged in a photograph.

The features became more defined the more steam that gathered as if they were pixels entering a photograph. The figure was a tall muscular-looking man. He had a sharp face and pronounced canines. On top of his head were red fox ears with small white tufts of hair. He had three whisker marks on both sides of his face, and nine long red tails with white bushy rings.

“What the hell!” Issei cried, staring at the floating figure.

The moment he fully formed he dropped onto the ground and almost fell over, as if it was the first time in a while that he had touched solid ground. He blinked and looked around. He winced and closed his eyes as if the fluorescent lights burned them, like when lights were suddenly thrown on after a person had been in the dark for so long. He pressed on his back and a low popping noise filled the room.

“I’m free? By Yasaka’s perfect ass, how the hell am I out?” the man said. He stepped forward, and the young man and woman took a step back as well.

The sound of crunching glass filled the room and the man blinked and looked down. The others followed his gaze and then went back to his face. They saw his face morph from one of confusion into a look of horrified shock. He reached down and picked up one of the larger fragments of the glass.

“This was my vase!” the man exclaimed, staring at the broken fragments as if they were his only child. He looked at the two humans in the room, who stilled at the sight of him. “Did you break my vase!”

“No-Yes! I mean it was an accident!” Issei exclaimed in a panicked frenzy.

“How dare you! That vase might have been my prison for a few hundred years or so, but that was mine!”

“But shouldn’t you be happy that you got out of it then!” Issei gulped. “I mean I don’t know how long you were trapped in there, but now you can go out and experience life again. That’s good!”

“I can, but I had made that my home and it was my own property that I had been imprisoned in! That had been a gift from a close companion of mine before some damn mage had me sealed in it!” the fox spirit yelled.

Issei had no idea what to say to that and wondered if he was having a breakdown. How could a person appear from thin air? It should have been impossible unless this was some part of an elaborate prank being pulled. It was the only thing that he could think of that made some sense. Well either that or he was suffering a nervous breakdown. A very realistic one and he wasn’t sure which of the two he preferred. If it was the former then he could deal with the embarrassment much better at least.

The woman screamed, getting the other two’s attention. The look on the man’s face softened at the sight of her and he gently stepped forward, trying to look as unintimidating as he could. The woman moved to run away, but he suddenly appeared in front of her. She jumped back in fright and fell backward. The man grabbed her waist before she hit the floor, the woman staring at him as if he was some giant predator that would eat her alive, and now that she was in his grasp.

“Please leave Miss, this doesn't concern you,” the fox man said gently as a magic circle appeared in one of his hands.

A glazed look entered the woman’s eyes. He gently pulled her up and straightened her clothes, helping her look as prim and proper as she did before. The moment he was done he stepped to the side and nodded as she started walking away, seemingly without a care in the world. She left the room, leaving the room as if the recent events hadn’t happened.

“What did you do to her?” Issei yelled, wondering what would happen to him next now that it was just two of them.

“Oh don’t worry she’s not hurt. I just made her leave the room since she didn’t do anything to earn my ire. As far as she knows, she walked through the room without any issue to get to the next exhibit.”

The young man glanced at the camera, hoping that they would help him. It was strange how quickly his feelings had changed from him worrying about the staff coming to now wanting them to show up as soon as possible. Still, if they could save him from this weirdo then he wasn’t going to complain. The kitsune looked at where he was looking and smirked.

“Oh? Not sorry to say kid, but if you’re hoping for help, they aren’t coming. We won’t be dealing with any interlopers since I put up a small little bounded field when I sent that woman away so no one will interfere. As far as people can see, the room doesn't contain us. The last thing I want is for someone to interrupt your punishment when I’m in the middle of it. Then I’d have to send them away and it would break the mood.”

“You know about cameras?” Issei questioned the pit in his gut growing. He had thought that he wouldn’t know and that he just had to hold out until someone arrived, then they could do something to help him get away.

“Just because I was trapped in there doesn't mean that I couldn't see and hear what was going on,” the kitsune said. “You'd be surprised how often I hear people brag about their security systems and what they do. Now then enough of that! It’s time for your punishment from the great and powerful Kousuke.”

“Please, I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! I'll serve you, help you learn about the world, I’ll even give you my porn collection! Just stop!”

“But we’re already giving you the perfect punishment for being such a klutz. Now be quiet or else I'll make this weirder for you.”

“This is already weird for me!” Issei yelled.

“Now the first thing we're going to do is make you more presentable and deal with that skin of yours and all that extra body hair,” Kosuke said and clapped his hands, the clap reverberating through the room like a gong.

Issei gulped and spasmed as if he had just been shocked. It felt like he had been dumped in a pile of cold ice water. He grabbed his body again and shivered, his teeth chattering as if they were a windup toy. He tried to make them stop and get his body back under control but it refused to obey him.

His skin felt itchy as if someone had placed itching powder in his clothes and then made it worse by putting ants in them as well. The more he scratched, the more his body felt off to him. He pulled at the top sleeve of his clothes and gasped when he saw that it was free of body hair. He ran his hands over and they were smooth, clean of any blackheads or marks, just like when he had seen some of the girls in the Kendo club when he was peeping on them.

“Now then let's bring that hair back on one specific part of your body,” Kousuke said.

“Ahh!” Issei jumped as something soft brushed against his neck. He turned around and looked to see who or what it was but didn't see anything there. Something whipped against the top of his upper back, making him jump again. The young man kept turning his head, something whipping his back until he stopped. He breathed out and reached behind him and felt soft strands of hair that were growing longer. He turned and saw his hair growing out as if they were roots that had been hit with fertilizer. They grew longer until they reached the end of his butt.

“My hair? How is this part of your punishment?” Issei questioned, staring at his now long chocolatey brown locks of hair. What stood out the most to him was that despite how long it was now, he could tell that it was still neatly cut and clean as if he had just got it washed. It was softer, shinier, and cleaner than it had ever been. It would attract people’s gaze despite being plain color.

“Oh don't worry, little pervert. All will become clear in time as it gets further along,” Kousuke said eerily, which made Issei shiver. “And now we continue with the next part! Let’s make that frame of yours much more pleasant to look at.”

Issei groaned and felt as if a giant person had grabbed him and was roughly pushing down on his body from one part to another. It was as if someone had placed a giant weight on him and compacting his body. He breathed heavier in and out as quickly as he could, worried that he would get crushed if he didn’t.

Issei’s bones cracked as they got smaller and the rest of his body adapted to the changes. His arms shrunk to follow the change in his body’s height and his legs lengthened to compensate for the sudden change, making them longer. He gulped as the world started to get larger to him and knew that he was getting smaller. The young man stumbled forward as it felt like someone was pushing on his lower back as someone held his stomach as if he was being forced to push his chest out. He could feel his spine change and morph as it gained a curve that certainly wasn’t there before. He twitched and moaned as the changes continued, wondering how much longer this was going to last before it finally came to an end. The moment it started to slow he was infinitely grateful for it.

When he was no longer changing he looked down at his body and gasped at the change to his body. His clothes no longer fit him, as if he had ordered a larger uniform from the school and wore that instead. His once masculine hands looked like they belonged to a girl’s. He pulled up his sleeves and jumped at the sight of the thinner limbs. He had never been the beefiest of guys before the changes, but now his arms might as well have belonged to a girl.

“What? Are you turning into a trap?!” Issei cried, hoping that it would be the case. He didn’t want to be one, but considering what that weird man could do, if this was any show, then being turned into one wouldn’t be that bad all things considered. It beat being turned into some sort of animal, statue, or a number of things that Kousuke could have done to him.

“A trap?” Kousuke said, looking at the young man questioningly. “What do you mean?”

“....A trap is a guy that looks and dresses like a girl,” Issei answered, hoping that would ease the anger of the man. Perhaps it would make him reconsider what he was doing to him and end it here.

“Oh,” Kousuke said as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. “No, I’m not doing that. Though that is somewhat on the right track I guess.”

Issei blinked and wondered what he meant. He put all of his anime and videogame logic to work to try and decipher what he meant by that. There wasn't much that he could think of. The fact he hadn’t suddenly spouted fur or had trouble moving was a sign that he wasn’t turning into an animal or a statue which was good. He was smaller now, and his body thinner. He had said that by turning him into a trap he was actually on the right trap so that would mean.

The young man’s eyes widened as he reached the end of that conclusion. He didn’t want to believe it but it made an uncomfortable amount of sense, like when you were being confronted with a horrible truth that fit too well. You wanted to push it away, but it remained and became stronger to the point that it couldn’t be denied anymore.

“You...you're turning me into a girl,” the young man stated, hoping that he would be wrong and receive an honest answer.

“And there is the correct one!” Kosuke clapped cheerfully as if he was a game show announcer.

“Why are you turning me into a girl!” Issei yelled. “I mean it’s better than a lot of stuff that you could do to me, but why a girl!”

“Because that is your punishment and if I’m going to learn more about this world again, then I’m going to need a nice elegant guide to lead me through this world. Not a clumsy boy who will break things as we go. And besides, women are far better to look at than boys, especially nice pretty women with well-developedsoon-to-be curves.”

Normally Issei would have agreed with that statement wholeheartedly, but not this time. Since the girl in question was going to be him. He didn’t need to think hard about what he would look like as a girl since this guy was changing him to suit his tastes. He had already said that he liked curvy girls. He had seen enough hentai and played enough games to know where they would be going, and he didn’t want to go through it.

“Please stop! Turn me back! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Issei cried and started bowing profusely to the man, hoping that now he would relent.

“Seeing you up close like this easily tells me what should be the next thing that I change,” Kosuke remarked. “So I shall.”

Issei winced as if his face was being roughly pulled and pinched, despite him not touching him. He moved to get away but before he could, Kosuke had already moved and touched his face with the tip of his finger. It continued to get worse and he whimpered as it did. His lips grew larger as his nose shrunk. He twisted his nose and felt a familiar itch as if he was about to sneeze loudly.

“Achoo!” Issei sneezed and suddenly his features shifted as his face felt like someone had placed a bottle of lotion on his face and were rubbing it as deeply as they could into every little pore on his body. His cheeks rose higher and his chin rounded out to match, making him moan as a pop resounded from his jaw changing position. It went numb as if he had just lost all sense of it. The chatter of his teeth told him that his lower and upper mouth were touching and yet he could not feel the rest. He continued to open and close his mouth to try and make it feel normal but it continued to get worse. The more he did so the more the feeling that he had in his body returned. The young man patted his new face, trying to make sense of it all.

“There you go, now you are much better to look at,” Kosuke said, making Issei shiver at the lustful look in his eyes. “Does this feel better?”

Issei jumped at him touching and shivered as the strong masculine fingers caressed his softer cheeks. It was almost relaxing in a way with how it made him feel better.

“Oh, it seems like someone is enjoying this. If you want, I can keep going.” Kosuke said as he already activated the next step of the transformation process.

Something tightened around her neck like a leather choker and continued to get tighter. The young man mewled and tried to fight the change on his body. He grabbed his throat and pulled at it, trying to fight the sensation, only to feel his own skin there. The young man gagged, the voice coming from him higher than before.

“No! Please no more!” Issei cried, the voice that chimed out was so much higher and girlier, that he wondered if some unknown party had come to interfere. The young man touched his throat as it felt further off. “Stop, I don’t want this!”

“There we go, now that is a much better voice. Dignified, appealing, but also sexual enough to make a man or woman want to hear you talk dirty to them. Now that you actually look like a promising young lady we can start bringing in a delicious wonderful figure that a soon to be companion like you deserves,” Kosuke remarked. “Let’s get the bottom half out of the way first, we needed a good foundation to build on before we get to your curves and now that there is one, we can begin the fun part.”

Issei could feel his pants tightening against some parts of his frame, and loosening in others, his body becoming more womanly by the second. The brunette’s lower legs changed and thinned down as if he was losing the muscle there, while the inverse happened to his thighs which were blowing up like balloons. He blushed at feeling his new developing thighs brushing against one another. He could feel his dick getting crushed between them and making him wince in pain. They reached the point that they were straining his pants so much that it felt like someone was stepping on male anatomy. The young man tried to ignore it so that he could think straight, but it was getting harder by the second with the mix of pain and pleasure in his mind. Soon his thighs finished growing and became so thick and meaty that they looked like they might be able to suffocate a person.

The young man tugged on the front of his pants and shimmied in place when his legs finished changing. With how thick they were he could practically feel them rubbing against each other as if he was trying to start a fire with them. It made his blushing face all the more prevalent as he tried to stop himself from being aroused.

“And now we get to the main and most enjoyable parts of your punishment,” Kosuke said with a happy, almost child-like smirk.

Issei felt cold down below as if he had shoved a pack of ice down the front of his pants. He didn’t need to be a master genius or anything to know what was happening. The unpleasantness from his pants being squashed as more room appeared in his lower body that wasn’t there before. It was the only thing he thought it could be. His pride and joy as a man that made itself known whenever he saw a wonderful rack of boobs was about to disappear.

The young man looked as best he could and watched, wondering how long it would take before what made him a guy would be gone and replaced with something else. He shivered and gasped as he shimmied in place, his movements only fueling the pleasure that he felt. It was as if his dick’s sensitivity was heightened and increased to points that he had never experienced before. A wet slurp resounded through the room, and he shuddered as his body spasmed as if he had been shocked. The front of his pants wetted at what happened to him and the wetness and pleasure increased tenfold when his balls went inside of him and took a new form.

The new woman gasped and held her new sexual organs. She could feel the front of her pants were wet and quickly realized that said wetness was because she had….creamed her pants. Issei couldn’t believe it. She hesitantly opened the front of her pants and gulped despite how warm she was, her body felt cold as if she was being stared down by a horde of angry girls.

Instead of her manhood, she saw a new pair of lower lips that she would recognize anywhere. She had seen them enough times in hentai, from her games, online, and more. It was covered in a slimy white substance that she didn’t want to think too hard about, the front of her pants were wet from it as well. A part of her wanted to reach out and touch it to see what it felt like, but she restrained herself.

A sudden pain formed over her rear and on her head as if someone was roughly grabbing the flesh above it and twisting it. The poor girl’s face scrunched in pain and moan whimpers of pain left her. The world went unbelievably quiet, she opened her mouth and knew that she was speaking, but she didn’t hear anything come out.

Kosuke held up a finger as if telling her to wait a moment. The young woman gulped wondering what was about to happen to her now. Whatever it was, she was sure that it wasn’t going to be good for her. She could feel her heart pound in her ears as if they were in her skull instead of in her chest.

Suddenly the sides of her head felt like cold water had been dunked over them, and this time she could hear the erogenous gasp that left her mouth. The young woman w s somewhat relieved that she could hear again. For a moment she had feared that she wouldn’t be able to.

“And lovely ears and tail wouldn’t you agree?”

Issei blushed in embarrassment and realized he was absolutely right but was distracted by her new fluffy appendages. The way her new tail moved around as if it had a mind of its own and was greeting her made her gulp. She could feel the twitch of her fluffy ears on top of her head and wasn’t sure what to make of them.

“Now relax, I’m sure you’ll come to like what you have down there in time,” Kousuke said as he patted the top of her head. “And besides you're turning out much better than I anticipated.”

Issei’s mind froze at Kosuke’s touch as if she had just been frozen, whole her head moved deeper into the head patting. For some reason, the head patting that she had just received was so good. The panic that she had died down and she moaned in delighted glee. The young woman knew that it was wrong and something was going on with her, but she couldn’t help but feel better. The tail that she had behind her waved back and forth as a smile blossomed on her face.

Issei felt light-headed and couldn’t feel her lower body. She tried to keep her thoughts and mind straight, but it was as if everything was off balance. The man didn’t let his patting cease as he continued to fondly scratch the top of her head. It wasn’t unpleasant, far from it. In fact, it was soft, pleasant, and made her feel better. He wasn’t that bad the more she thought about it. She had broken a priceless relic of his, but he hadn’t hurt her at all. He didn’t even seem all that mad at her, all things considered. Truly her master was a benevolent person, even when she had broken something precious to him.

Unknown to the young woman, her rear started to expand and push out against the confines of her already straining pants. Her underwear dug deeper into her ass as small tears and rips appeared on her pants that quickly grew larger from the strain. A ripping sound reverberated through the room bringing her out of her trance of being patted. A relieved moan escaped her mouth from the pressure relieved as cold air brushed against her posterior. An open breeze came down below that made the woman clench her bottom cheeks tightly as if she had just been smacked and covered the tear as best she could.

Issei’s blush darkened at her expanded rear as she noticed the ripple that her movement caused on her bottom. If it wasn’t her own, then she surely would have enjoyed staring at it all day. At the very least she knew that her equally perverted friends would have been unable to tear themselves away from staring at her rear.

“Now that is an ass that would be able to rival Yasaka’s!” Kosuke commented with a happy grin. “Wouldn't you agree, Amagi?”

“Amagi?” Issei questioned. “Wait, do you mean me?”

“You’re the only other person in here my dear Amagi,” Kousuke confirmed as he patted her head again.

The young woman blushed from the compliment, the lightheadedness returning. Was her ass really as good as he said? She didn’t know who this Yasaka was but wondered just how much of a beauty she had to be if he kept making said comparisons. Perhaps she would be able to see for herself how much of a beauty she was in the future.

“That isn't,” Issei started. “My name is….”

“Amagi,” Kousuke repeated a bit more sternly.

To the young girl, it felt as if the name had been hammered into his mind. Trying to take over her mind. The more it bounced around in her head the more powerful it became. She tried to fight it off and recall her original name, but she couldn’t think of it. It was as if it had been replaced entirely in her mind. Even when she looked back at her memories, she couldn't recall ever being called anything other than Amagi.

The kitsune girl shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the new memories as another warm sensation appeared on her chest. The young girl looked down at her chest, the male part of her changing mind knowing what was about to happen, and was gleefully eager to touch them, despite the situation at hand.

“Now then, all that is left to add to your body is the pride of women everywhere in the physical department,” Kousuke said.

The warmth on the woman’s chest suddenly swelled, making the young woman moan erotically as she shuddered in pleasure-induced glee. She looked down at her chest and gulped as she could feel her nipples perk underneath her shirt, tenting it slightly. Her blush darkened further as her nipples grew and the shirt’s fabric grew more intense around them. Her nipples poked through her top, making her blush at the sight of them, especially when Kousuke whistled in appreciation.

Moments later they started to push further out as more mass appeared behind them. Issei could only stare at the growing boobs on her chest, something that would have normally been a point of glee to see swelling was now nothing more than a nightmare. If she had seen such a sight on any of the girls back at her school she would have adored every second of it and tried to record it to watch later. She had never wanted her own set of boobs, and this whole transformation and scenario were just crazy. And yet the more they grew the more pleased the new woman was by them.

Due to the young woman’s perversion, she couldn’t help herself any longer and started to fondle her developing mounds, despite the immense sense of wrongness that she had doing so. It was so good and relaxing, like when someone was frustrated or angry and needed a stress ball. She continued to squeeze every little portion of them, wondering how it would feel against her fingers. These might not have been normal stress balls, but she would be lying through her teeth if she said that it wasn’t relaxing.

Her bust continued to grow in her hands as more dough had been added to it. The padding there continued to grow, much to the young woman’s glee and terror. It was like a small comforting sensation that made her feel better about all of this. The wrongness that she felt about this changed the more she did. With how she was all but giving him a free show. Still, the perverted part of her psyche demanded that she continue to do this proper manner and etiquette be damned. Her bust finished growing when it had become a D-cup that were the size of full ripe apples.

“Now, now. This is no way for a lady to behave.” Kousuke said, giving Amagi an evil smile. She shuddered when he gently placed his hand on top of her head again and spoke. “You would never do that out in public where other people might see you. Only the finest and most proper women shall have the honor of guiding the great Kousuke, and you shall become best of all of them.”

Amagi flinched from that being pointed out to her as if she had just been slapped. She could feel her mind changing from his words and his large manly hand combing through her hair made it practically impossible for her to resist. The more she thought about it, the less she actually wanted to touch her chest. She really had no reason to grope herself and it made her look like a fool in front of the great Kousuke. The new kitsune let go of her chest. She looked down at her chest, marveling at them as if they were some lost treasure from ages past, but hard as she tried she really couldn't recall what made her so obsessed with them just a moment ago. The brunette shook her head and quickly looked away. It was impolite to stare at breasts, even if they were her own, especially out in a public setting like this and when there wasn’t anything special about them.

Amagi looked at Kousuke and froze. Immediately she noticed that there was something different about him that she hadn’t noticed till now. The large strong face and muscles that he had. It made him look even more impressive. The new woman unwittingly straightened her back, pushing her breasts and making them look larger to anyone that looked at her. She had to be looking like a woman of the highest caliber to be even allowed to stand next to a man that great.

“No, I am a man,” the young woman said, despite how strange the thought was. The words that she had just spoken were hollow. It was a silly thought, and for a moment she wondered why she had said them. She didn't seem to be bothered by the sudden loss of her masculinity as she should have been. There was something to her that just felt natural about being a woman now.

“You were, but now you are a woman,” Kousuke countered.

“...Of course, Kousuke-sama,” the young woman said as she looked down at herself. She really wasn’t bothered by the gender change now that she thought about it, but she was bothered by her appearance being so improper. “Kousuke-sama, would your greatness bestow upon me a proper attire that makes me more presentable to the public?”

“I understand, as much as I adore the sight of you in such...strained clothing, you should wear whatever you feel comfortable in,” the male kitsune said. “Why don't you tell me what you would like to wear?”

The young woman pondered over what she wanted to wear. Her first instinct was to ask for something simple that wouldn't stand out and be comfortable, but that wasn’t an option. It would be improper and wasn't nearly elegant enough to be eligible for a guide of the great Kousuku to be wearing.

“I would like a kimono, master. As for colors, whatever you believe would be best,” the former man said respectfully.

“So you ask and so it shall be,” Kousuke replied.

The former young man’s ill-fitting clothes started to shift and morph. The fabric softened around her body and the torn and patched pieces started to move closer together as if they were being sewn shut. The red shirt that she wore darkened and became black. Her pants merged with her top as the process continued. The tight uncomfortable fabric from her pants lessened as the bottom half of her attire loosened, allowing her Japaneseto breathe and relax easier. The sleeves of her jacket brightened as they loosened and became wider. Small splotches of red appeared in them that became more visible and easy to see. Her jacket had become a bright red with the ends having black lines on them. Small fabric wrapped around her middle finger and formed into a glove around the rest of hand.

The clothes finished changing when they became a black and red kimono that rested comfortably over her body as if it was a finely made glove. A black and white swan design appeared at the bottom of the kimono. Her shoes had become elegant black and red clogs that completed her elegant attire.

She looked every bit of the mature young woman that she knew she was. A smile blossomed on her face. With how she was dressed now, she knew that she was the perfect image of a traditional Japanese beauty. It comforted her like a familiar blanket that she couldn’t sleep without.

“Ok there we go,” Kousuke said warmly. “Now you look like the perfect little lady, but can you act the part?”

Amagi blinked as years of techniques and manners came forward on instinct. All the instructions that she had as a child came rushing forward, making her blink and her head hurt for a moment. She shook her head and breathed in and out to regain her bearing. The moment she had them, she stood up straight and made herself look like every bit the respectable young woman that she was. She said, “Of course I can Kousuke-sama.”

“That’s great to hear. Now then let’s fix that vase up,” Kousuke said. He turned back to the broken fragments of his vase and with a snap of his fingers, it repaired itself. They flew together and built up on top of each other as if they were being glued together. In seconds the once broken vase that would have been impossible to repair was now fully fixed, leaving not even a faint clue that it had been broken.

“It was so easy to repair?” Amagi asked.

“Of course it is,” the male kitsune replied. “Now then, it’s been a while since I got to stretch my legs and see the world. Why don't the two of us explore the world? I, no doubt, have a lot to catch up on just in the sights.”

Amagi nodded her head and wrapped her arm around Kosuke’s, who gleefully did the same as he took his vase in his other hand. A small smile graced her lips as she walked with the poise and dignity that had been instructed to her. There was much that she would need to show him and as his guide, she would make sure that he learned it all. After all, she was a true Yamato Nadeshiko to her master.