Preparing for the festival.

[youngesthokage]

He had a neat pile next to him on the counter, black and silver leather rabbit god mask at the very top. It was a bit morbid, the story of that, but it seemed like everything about this festival was morbid, so that was actually appropriate, in a way. He had the pale off white and frost blue kimono pulled most of the way up his shoulders, and he turned carefully one way, then the other as he examined himself in the mirror.

The reason? He was playing around with Oiroke, but he was doing it behind a closed door in the bathroom, and he sincerely hoped no one came to see what was taking him so long. He was just... curious. After all, he'd never spent much time in the shape and he had a memory of doing so.

Still, did it really change so little about his appearance?

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[youngesthokage]

He flashed her a small smile. "Try. The worst that can happen is it doesn't work or comes out... a little malformed. You can always release it."

[bunsofsteel]

She bites her lip but nods, a little nervous as she goes through the signs again, trying to focus her Chakra --

And the result isn't... exactly right. The most dramatic difference is her hair, loose in a low ponytail as her bangs cover one eye. The rest of her body doesn't look much different at all, certainly not male. And her clothes are gone, leaving her letting out a muffled, embarrassed whimper. "Itachi! My clothes?!"

[youngesthokage]

"They'll come back." His lips twitched and he moved forward, trailing his fingertips up her belly. "You have to think of your -whole- body Tenten."

[bunsofsteel]

She shivers under his touch, but slaps his hand away. "Hold on, I'm trying!" Alright, picture herself as male, she could do this... right? She closes her eyes this time and really tries to focus... then bursts out laughing.

"Picturing your body... with my head..." she manages as she covers her mouth with both hands, trying to stifle her laughter.

[youngesthokage]

He shook his head. "Don't picture -me-. Just... feel it, don't picture it. It gets closest to your natural body type when you do that."

[bunsofsteel]

"Easier said than done..." But she knows what a male body feels like, so it shouldn't be too hard.

She does the signs and focuses her Chakra again, and this time, it's male. Mostly. The anatomy is fairly correct, but her hips are still too wide, her waist still curved in and her chest not quite flat. She takes a look at herself, then squeaks again and immediately stares anywhere else.

[youngesthokage]

"Release it and try again, less curvy Tenten." He released the jutsu on himself.

[bunsofsteel]

She lets out a small, annoyed whine, but does as he says and tries again... to roughly the same result. So she keeps trying, and trying, several more times until she finally glances down and... well, surprise. It's actually male.

[youngesthokage]

He moved forward, circling her once before quickly running through the signs to do a comparison. "Looks like you have it." Yep, their relative heights seemed to be the same.

[bunsofsteel]

She kind of stays still, just staring at herself before experimentally giving herself a poke, just to see. "W-weird... I don't think my oiroke is all that sexy though, did I do it wrong? I thought it was supposed to be like, magically pretty."

[youngesthokage]

"I think you look just fine." He came back to stand in front of her, running a finger down her chest, feeling how she set up her musculature. Perfectly appealing, as you always are."

[bunsofsteel]

It feels different, less sensitive to have his finger in such a place, and she's not sure if she likes it. "It'd make training easier, since I wouldn't have to wrap anything," she murmurs, hand going to her throat now that her voice sounds huskier. "I feel pretty ridiculous though."

[youngesthokage]

He hummed and flashed a playful smile at her before running his palms down chest and belly. "Your center of balance shifted though, that would make a difference to practice."

[bunsofsteel]

This time she squirms under his hands and flashes him an unamused look. "I think I'd be able to compensate," she huffs, still fingering her throat and to feel and listen to the differences, then flick a hand through the bangs over her eye. "I like the hair though."

[youngesthokage]

"It looks like it's still your hair, just done differently." He rested his hands over her hips, letting her feel the difference. "And I didn't believe you couldn't compensate Tenten."

[bunsofsteel]

She shakes her head and flicks them again. "Bangs are longer." When his hands go down that low, something twitches, and she squirms again. "I don't think I like it."

[youngesthokage]

He looks to her face at the squirm and skates a hand sideways to brush over her changed groin. "So everything works properly then. I thought so but I wasn't sure if it worked the other way."

[bunsofsteel]

A breathless, surprised sound escapes her lips then as she feels herself responding to his touch, and her cheeks flush another dark red. "H-how do you undo it?"

[youngesthokage]

He gave a last pet of his fingers before bringing his hands up to do so. "Just like that."

[bunsofsteel]

She shudders under his touch, but as soon as he shows the sign, she mimics it, immediately releasing it to return to normal, though the flush doesn't fade at all. "Y-yeah, I don't... I don't think I like it very much," she manages, more than a little breathlessly.

[youngesthokage]

He watched her for a moment, then sighed and turned to sort through his clothing. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

[bunsofsteel]

She immediately follows the turn, noting with more than a little relief that her clothes are back, and wraps her arms around his waist to press a kiss to his shoulder. "N-no, it's fine, it's just... something like that would take a little getting used to, you know?"

[youngesthokage]

"I didn't really give you any time to do so." His tone was firm, and he finally fished out his bottom layer attire. "I was just curious."

[bunsofsteel]

"Itachi-sama." Her own voice is firm as she keeps a hand on him, shifting around to face him and place both hands on his cheeks. "It's fine, okay?" With that, she leans up to brush a kiss over his lips and poke his chest.

[youngesthokage]

He lifted his hand with the material out to the side and quirked his lips. "Very well."