Arcane Laboratory - Written by Mashiro Yuh
All translation here is made by Mr.Raccoon. Additional Editting by Chris Hill
I woke up.
Where am I?
I jumped out and looked around.
It was a room, I had never seen. Mirrors were stuck to its walls and its ceiling was incredibly high. No entrance, no exit and no windows.
"…?"
No words could be spoken.
I took a good look around the room again.
The room was round and the ceiling was so high that I could hardly see it. I felt as if I were at the bottom of a cylinder.
Many cushions surrounded the floor, just like chairs.
I had a good look at myself in the mirror.
Yes. The same old me. I am exactly as I was.
I had been wearing a crew cut for long and worn the same old unfashionable school uniform. I noticed I still wore my own shoes.
Then I was attacked by the feeling of wrongness that I had been feeling for some time. It was the floor; it felt soft like it was all covered with cushions. Strictly speaking, it has certain hardness so that you felt a little pain when you lie directly on it.
Where the hell am I?
That did not seem real to me. Quite needless to say that. It was so surrealistic to think real. It had to be a dream.
However…
There was a reason to believe it real when I was walking around.
I sat down on the cushions forming a chair against the mirrors.
Looking around the room again, it seemed asymmetrically set and made so that they might not face each other, which I felt so elaborately. Nevertheless, no matter how much you might try to make yourself at home, you had to see yourself in the mirrors. Very strange.
Artificial lights kept on lighting.
No sound was heard.
Where… where the hell am I?
What the hell had I been doing before I came here?
I was getting back my memory little by little.
I had been to school as usual. Yes, I had memory of the first class this morning.
But now I woke up to find myself in this room…
"…?"
Something is wrong with my body. What's up? I feel the wrongness in my chest.
I looked down at my chest to find something unbelievable.
Thus far I had seen part of my body quivered by a muscular twitch against my will. However, I had never come across what I was now facing.
My… my chest was getting swollen and inflated.
“Wah… aaah!”
I unconsciously screamed out. Still and the change was going on.
My chest was changing to two round bowls whose tops are nipples… yes, like female boobs…
Not sparing time to unbutton my school uniform, I jerked it open to expose my chest.
“Ah… ahhhh!”
My breasts were clearly seen through my long-sleeved sport shirt… including their own tips.
What? What's goin' on? My chest has turned female?
Reflexively I massaged them.
“Ugh!”
I found them sensitive, which surely proved to be mine. M-moreover…
I dared to touch the tips of my breasts.
“Ah!”
It felt kind of ticklish, somehow strange and complex. That was the feeling that I had never experienced.
In no time the next shock attached me.
I felt something wrong with my head.
“W-what…”
The next moment it was no longer just “something wrong”. My former crew cut hair was getting longer and longer.
“Wahhhhh!”
I was in a panic. In the mirror, the longer my hair was getting, the more womanly I seemed to be getting, moment by moment. It must have been true.
I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror in front of me.
My loose frame was becoming more and more slender at the berry. Simultaneously, my hip was getting higher in position and the upper half of my body was smaller.
“Oh my…”
I had a fear of the feeling of “changing” everywhere in my body.
I feel things around me were getting bigger and bigger… No, I was wrong. The cause was me. I was just shrinking.
I looked down at my own body.
My body was really shrinking: My school uniform fitting perfectly to me some minutes ago was now too loose.
I looked back at the mirror reflexively.
“Ahh!”
Now I became more womanly than some moments ago while checking my school uniform.
My face, barely looking the same way it used to do, was not pimpled or rugged any longer, but of smooth clean skin like a beautiful girl, covered with straight long and soft hair. At least I felt so.
My buttocks were being swollen, which in good contrast with the wasp waist and made my body look more womanly.
I touched my secret place through my clothes.
Nothing!
My hand felt nothing and so did my organ.
The most shocking was what was “touching” my organ.
“Ah…Ahhhh…”
I got my hands closer to my eyes.
They were right on the way of changing. My rugged hands were to get beautiful, slender and female.
“My hands… also…”
I was not so surprised at my voice. Should I say I was so in a panic that I could not be surprised? The voice was not what I had known for years. I just felt so. I did not know how different, but I got totally aware that I had become a woman.
Then I directed my body to the mirror.
Reflected was a straight-long-haired slender girl in a male school uniform which was too loose for her.
It was nothing but me being transformed…
W-what the hell is happening… to me?
“Ugh…”
The next moment another wrong feeling was coming to my body. It was my chest.
“Noooooooo!!!”
My undershirt, having been too shy so far and insistently pressed my now big breasts out of the blue.
I didn't want to imagine it but could guess what it was; I didn't want to think of such a silly thing. After all, I couldn't help accepting the fact: my breasts were covered by a bra.
Next was my lower half of the body. My plain-patterned shorts became skin-tight female panties and I just felt; I could not check it under my pants.
Also something soft and smooth touched my body under the bust. It must have been female underwear.
Finally I could see myself begin to change in the mirror.
My school uniform I jerked open some minutes ago began to close itself at its own will.
The uniform was transformed like candy. A nightmare? I now couldn't help thinking it so.
The thin sleeves were getting thinner, having white lines. The stiff material of the male school uniform turned soft.
The plastic propellant-actuated device for the uniform's collar was gone, getting wider and wider.
“Ah… ahhh!”
The widened collar became larger and triangular around my neck. The uniform opened itself toward the breast and relieved me from the former tight uniform. It also had white lines. And it changed from ass-length to waist-length, letting you catch a glimpse of my underwear around the stomach.
I noticed my rugged belt gone like melted. There was something soft around my stomach, which gave me the feeling of being relieved.
And the next was the greatest transformation I had ever seen.
The pair of trousers were getting unified like candy, to the end of the material, originally of ankle-length, was getting higher and higher to be positioned just beneath the knee.
It finally lost the two legs, being replaced by pleat after pleat. It was nothing but a skirt. My legs were exposed to the air and the feeling of being helpless attacked me. I rubbed my legs together unconsciously.
“Ah!”
I was stimulated by rubbing the inner side of my legs of soft and hairless skin. Do I… do I… wear the skirt… really? Before I knew, my feet had been covered with neatly white socks and schoolgirl-like loafers.
Shhhh… a bright red scarf was winding around my neck.
The scarf stuck out of the big neck of my blouse and then got tied.
Illustration: Asajima Yoshiyuki
“Ah… ah… ahhhhh!!!”
The mirror reflected every inch a girl in sailor blouse and a skirt.
“…Hmm. He isn't so in panic as expected.”
"..."
“I have been thinking that he is to play with himself.”
“Well, may I ask you. Senior?”
Illustration: Asajima Yoshiyuki
“What?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“As you see, an experiment.”
“On what?”
“Just a psychological experiment.”
“What kind of?”
“Strictly… it's the 'how a boy thinks if he wakes up to find himself in a strange room and becoming a schoolgirl in a sailor blouse instantly' experiment.”
"......"
“Why do you wear such a glum look?”
“Well… you do mean that is not an SFX but a real picture?”
“Let's get down to the next. Look!”
There was another monitor.
“What's that?”
“Taking one sample is not interesting to me. I've got ready for more tests.”
There lay two school boys in their school uniform.
“It's about time they woke up.”
The next moment they came to and fell into panic with the situation where they were put.
“They seem confused.”
“No wonder. They woke up to find themselves confined in a room they don't know.”
“You mean you didn't obtain agreements from the testees?”
“Well, I wonder which situation to put them in,” the senior handled the control panel before him. “Ok. I should take this.”
“What have you done?”
“Just wait and see!”
Then one of them began to moan.
“Have you tried the same thing again?”
“Would seem interesting with mike on!”
He turned the microphone ON.
“What's wrong with you? Hey!”
“Something is… wrong… with my body.
One schoolboy took a pose of holding his own chest. When he put away his hands, his now ample breasts jiggled.
“Noooooo!”
“Er, this may be interesting.”
“Dear!”
Instantly the schoolboy turned more female till he looked a vivacious schoolgirl with a short haircut.
“Hey you, just try to press this button down.”
“No thank you.”
“Don't worry and just press it down.”
The senior pressed the button.
The next moment his male school uniform was transformed into a cute blazer with a checked and pleated skirt.
“What the hell is happening?”
“Y-you look…”
The senior watched, grinning.
“Y-you look so cute!”
“No-no. Don't do that. What do you think you're doing?”
The schoolboy drew inch by inch near the schoolgirl who had been the boy. She retreated.
“I-I love you…”
Illustration: Asajima Yoshiyuki
“C-come on! I'm as male as you.”
Her voice, clear and suitable to a pretty girl and deprived the sense of her words.
“Don't you know we're both men? S-stop!”
They began to chase and escape like tag, but she was too small to be easily caught by him.
The boy hugged the girl so hard, she tried to wriggle out of his arms in vain.
“Oh dear… don't…”
He stole a kiss from her.
“Huh and as I expected.”
“Poor boys!”
“Anyway, it ended as my expectation.”
The senior wrote down something.
“The experiment 'how two boys think if they wake up to find themselves confined in a strange room and see one of them becoming a girl in a blazer instantly' has gone right.”
“What an experiment!”
“Mm? The 'how two boys think if…'“
“Don't have to. You can't even repeat the name of the experiment ever again.”
“Don't worry about such a trifle.”
“I do!”
“Well, they seem to have been friends from their childhood and tied firmly with a male friendship. But it seems, more or less, love comes before friendship and desire before love.”
“H-how could you say such a thing?
“Eh? I believe it an interesting experiment. Anyway, I'm gonna try another thing.”
“You should not go farther.”
“Don't worry. Take it easy.”
“Hey! Where the hell are we?”
“Oh gee!”
“Another couple of boys!”
“Just wait and see.”
“What?”
“What's wrong?”
“My… body… is…”
The schoolboy's body was turning female.
“Oh my god!”
“Hey you!?”
“How about this situation?”
“Mm? W-what?”
The other schoolboy also began to change.
“What the hell are you planning this time?”
“What do you think I am?”
“Ugh… ahhhhh…”
The other boy also had turned into a girl. Beautiful black hair fell and covered his now slender body.
“H-hey you!”
“You too.”
As girls, they saw each other.
Then their black school uniforms were colored white till it became white blouses and cute aprons appeared. Their trousers turned into miniskirts and their beautiful legs were exposed. Their school uniforms were finally transformed into waitress outfits.
“What… are we?”
“Oh why?”
The two beautiful girls were only staring at each other absent-mindedly.
“Strange. I have expected they will begin to make love, saying something like 'You're cute.' just after they become girls. “
“You're a disgusting freak!”
“So? If so, I would rather be glad.”
“Well and where the hell have you brought the schoolboys from?”
“Hem, borrowed from high schools nearby.”
“Why, you did get agreements?”
“Bullshit! Do you mean it? Who would give me agreements?”
“Crazy!”
“You know it would not mean much if they know in advance what would happen.”
“Indeed but…”
“Well and the next one…”
Another screen appeared.
There lay a schoolboy in school uniform and a schoolgirl in a sailor blouse with a skirt.
“Oh boy! You kidnapped a girl too.”
“Bullshit! I only took away and detained her.”
"…"
“…Mmmm… mmmmmph…”
The schoolgirl came to.
“!!?? What is going on!?”
She found herself in a strange locked room.
“Wake up! Hey wake up!”
“So! A girl seems calmer than a boy.”
“How could you be interested in that?”
“Mm? Where the hell am I?”
The boy also noticed something wrong.
“Well, I like to do this way. Go!”
"…?..."
“Hey and what's up?”
“I-it doesn't matter… at all.”
“You look queer. What's wrong?”
“Leave me alone!”
The next moment her beautiful black hair was getting shorter and shorter.
“Noooooo!”
“Hey you…”
In the end her hair was parted at the side as normal gentlemen's.
“What? I-I can't believe my eyes!”
She saw her slender white hairless hands turning into big dark rugged ones with thick hairs.
Her chubby body with some fat was becoming muscular and sturdy, which was rendering her sailor blouse tighter and tighter and almost torn up.
“Ah… ah… ahhh”
Her ample breasts were merged into a deep chest with bulging muscles, her buttock was getting smaller and her skirt was pushed up with something between her legs.
She now seemed nothing more than a transvestite boy wearing a schoolgirl's uniform.
“Oh my goodness!”
Her voice, saying those words, was now deep and male.
“Are you gonna make a homosexual couple?”
“How can you think I'm doing something so disgusting? Just wait and see.”
Then the former schoolgirl's skirt began to get clung to her legs and extended to her feet. The sailor blouse was turning stiff and hard.
“Oh my… unbelievable!” said the former schoolgirl in an unlovely male voice.
There appeared a good-looking dude wearing a tuxiedo in an instant.
“Hey you!”
However, the schoolboy who spoke to her also began to be transformed.
His chest was expanding and swelling.
“Nooooo!”
His waist was getting thin and his bottom was getting bloated…
“I am becoming a girl!”
He was right; his body was getting so small and slender that his clothes were too loose turning womanly. His hair was now glossy, growing longer and longer, his arms were now slender.
“My f-----g hands…”
He was now a pretty girl wearing an oversized schoolboy's uniform, which he had to keep watching in the mirror stuck to the walls.
“How?”
“Do you think he or she is pretty?”
“No, I mean…”
The next moment his black uniform was turning white.
“W-what?”
The former schoolboy said in a cute voice.
The white cloth was covering up to his fingertips, then embroidered pattern covered him throughly.
“Waaaah!”
The shoulders were bloated like pumpkin bloomers and the notch was made almost showing his cleavage. After the waist was squeezed hard, his trousers were transformed into a skirt of 1-meter radius.
His now long hair was upswept, a necklace was twined around his neck and a pair of drop earrings appeared on his ears.
“Ah…”
Right when his slender neck was stressed by them and his noble face was beautifully made up.
“N-nooooo… help… aaahhh!”
His hands were forcedly joined together right before his body to hold a wedding bouquet which appeared out of the blue.
The next moment the wedding veil dropped down from the tiara as if to cover his whole upper body.
“Oh boy, this is…”
The former schoolboy had been watching himself transformed in the mirror; he was now a pretty bride in a pure-white wedding dress.
He tried to move every part of his body.
Shhhhh… shhhhh shhhhh… the rustle of his dress sounded comfortable.
Finally, in addition to the fact that he was a bride, he got aware of one thing in surprise: a bridegroom was standing in front of him.
The bride turned her face toward the groom with a flush on her cheeks.
“Urrr… ehhhh…I-I…”
“So beautiful…”
“H-hey, don't come!”
The bride was held by the groom.
“Oh no, w-what have I done… to deserve such a fate?”
Tears appeared in her eyes on her flushed face.
Holding the bride's easily-breakable thinnest waist in his hand and the bride uncovered her veil.
“No… noooooooooo!!”
He stole a kiss from her rouged sweet lips.
“Hum and this is so interesting…”
“Disgusting! You're f-----g crazy.”
“To interchange a boy and a girl is so tasty, isn't it?”
“How can you say 'tasty'?”
“The more interesting is the fact that they are a steady couple and well-known in their school.”
“When you knew it and how could you do?”
“Don't worry about such a trifle!”
“I'm sorry but I have to ask you. They can get back to what they originally were?
“Mm? They can't, of course.
“Huh? You must be more serious!”
“I just don't know how to do that. Listen and you shouldn't care about such a trifle. I suppose I could manage it as long as I can turn a boy into a girl.”
"…"
“Now and let's get down to business. Here comes a variety of experiments.”
The following are part of experiments done afterwards:
- “How two boys think if they wake up and see one of them become a woman in a Chinese dress”
- “How two boys think if they wake up and see one of them morphed into a bunny girl”
- “How two boys think if they wake up and see one of them turn into a woman in a furisode-kimono (formal kimono for maidens only)”
- “How two boys think if they wake up and see one of them become a man in a tuxiedo and the other change to a woman in a wedding dress”
- “How two boys think if they wake up and see one of them turn into a girl in an athletic shirt and a pair of buruma's”
- “How two boys think if they wake up and see one of them transformed into a girl in a school bathing suit”
The following are the costumes also tested: a girl in a blazer, a woman in a bolero, a maid, a ballerina, a nurse, a policewoman, a stewardess, a girl in leotards, a racing circuit queen, a bride in Japanese white wedding dress, a girl in furisode-kimono, a woman in an evening dress, a girl in a party dress and so on. The cases tested are: two boys to one girl, two boys to two girls and interchange of a boy and a girl each other. And even interchange after interchange case was tested.
“Phew! I'm kinda tired.”
“No more tests allowed. Testees will be too poor!”
“Bullshit! Can't you see these experiments are very important? They should thank me for using them as guinea pigs.”
“Come ooon!”
“We haven't yet done anything complicated.”
“What?”
- “How three boys think if they wake up and see one of them turn into a woman wearing a certain outfit”
- “How three boys think if they wake up and see two of them morphed into women wearing certain outfits”
- “How three boys think if they wake up and see all of them transformed into women wearing certain outfits”
“We can arrange three persons.”
“…So…”
“You know, 3 seems the biggest number that means a lot. Trying 4 would only give birth to a hysteric group.”
"…"
“Even I think they feel too bad.”
“Why not!”
“They wake up and see themselves confined in a strange room, changing to the other sex and becoming a transvestite - I'm not so sure of that for they are no longer boys - in female clothes or held tight by boys who were once girls. We are as good as gods in the heaven above seeing everything, but…”
“Yeah?”
“… they would…”
“Hey you, Senior?”
“I'm alright.”
When the senior said that, his now long hair dropped down.
“Oh and you!”
“What's up?”
While the senior was speaking, his chest was being swollen, his waist was getting thin and his buttocks were getting ample.
“Oh my God!”
Before his eyes and his hands were also turning thinner and thinner to become beautiful.
“Ah… ahhh…”
Beside the junior, he turned into a beautiful woman from top to toe.
His voice was now clear and female.
The shoulders of the doctor's white coat were gone and his skin was exposed.
“I'm afraid…”
The trousers were getting tighter and tighter until it became white tights covering his beautiful legs.
“I'm afraid… somebody is watching us… from somewhere. Right?”
With an ornament on his hair and he looked like a swan. He had worn a pair of pink shiny toe shoes before he knew.
“You…”
His ample breasts were covered by a tutu, whose skirt was extending sideward; he was now totally a beautiful ballerina.
“F--k!”
The ballerina began to dance against her will.
“I am saying to the one looking at us!”
The ballerina jumped up in the air and landed, taking a pose resumed dancing. The junior, who had already turned into a male ballet dancer got closer to her.
“Listen, you are also observed by somebody!”
“You are… stunningly beautiful,” said the junior, touching her waist.
“Oh… don't… so tickling…”
Embarrassment and shame made the senior distort her heavily made-up face.
“You cannot be too careful!”
The “senior” heaped abuse on you.
*To summerise "Arcane" captured girls and boys from the local high school. Subjected them to various experiments involving the results of gender change and the clothing worn.
In the end Arcane and Senior where changed themselves when their desire experiment even more people was declaired...
