>I want to be more like Emi.Hisao decided that he identified most with Emi's approach to life. He thought to himself, "Emi probably has done it. She's so happy and energetic, a runner girl without legs. If anyone has “beaten” a disability, it must be her."Hisao leaned against Worry Tree, satisfied with himself. For a moment there, time seemed to stop for him and Rin. That moment of tranquility was interrupted when Rin turned to Hisao and broke the silence."Your hair isn't the right color."Hisao didn't know what to make of that. Sure, it had always been, but its color...?"What do you mean, it's not the right color?""I'd give you a mirror, but I wouldn't be able to pick one up. Would you like to look at your reflection in a puddle? I don't think the puddle would mind."Dismissing Rin's odd statements, Hisao let himself relax again up against the tree. It wasn't until he felt a tickle at his neck that he took concern. Scratching his neck, Hisao felt something soft in his hand. It felt like... hair? "But that couldn't be, my hair isn'tlong!" Hisao rationalized. Regardless, it continued to grow, stretching itself out from his scalp and becoming much softer in the process. Now that it was long enough to hold to his eyes, Hisao's eyes could have burst out of their sockets. He had long, dirty blonde hair growing from him that wasnot his. Absolutely not. Out of the question. Bewildered, he turned to Rin for answers."Rin! What's going on here?""What should I know? It's your face, not mine. If I had your face, that would be weird.""That's not what I- aaaaggghhhhh...."Before he could explain himself better to Rin, Hisao sank a bit where he was sitting as a wave of itches covered his face. He keeled over to his side and buried his face in his palms. Hisao's nose twitched, as if he were about to sneeze, before it crunched down to a much smaller size. His lips turned to a cute pink and grew just a tiny bit. Hisao was never one for facial hair, but any that he did have fell off and was carried off by the wind, while most of the rest of his face smoothened out and feminized itself.Able to regain his composure, Hisao turned to Rin. Rin raised her eyebrows, showing actual emotion in the form of surprise."You look like Emi.""Emi? How... I don't understand..."As Hisao stared at Rin in confusion, his brown eyes turned to a bright green and widened, while their accompanying eyelashes lengthened out a bit, making him more alluring in the process. His eyebrows thinned, allowing for a perky range of expressions only Emi could capture. Hisao winced as his hair began to float. As if the air had hands, two long strands of his back-length hair were plucked and tied into twintails with Emi's characteristic yellow hairbands. The two twintails fell back down and touched his shoulded, complimenting his feminine, youthful face. Hisao still had his body, but what was essentially Emi's head sat at the top."Yup. That's definitely Emi. Hi, Emi. I was talking with Hisao, but it looks like you came to visit.""Rin! You're not helping! ...Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. But, seriously, do you-"Hisao was interrupted by a cough caused by a lump in his throat. He choked once or twice, his voice rising in pitch in the process. His throat slenderized, now without any Adam's Apple in it. Hisao winced once more as his shoulders began to move inwards. It wasn't a painful process, but Hisao quite literally shrank in his seat as his spine, torso, and legs contracted, reducing his height to 151 centimeters. Hisao's hips expanded outwards, whle his waist receded inwards. Hisao wasn't too muscular, but he actually became more fit as Emi's toned figure began to set itself onto him. His stomach firmed up, and his chest started to grow out. Hisao blushed furiously, clamping his breasts, which had stopped growing at an a-cup size."Boobs. They're fun, I think.""Rin, can you please go find help?"Rin paused for a moment, trying not to laugh at Hisao, who was clearly very flustered, but also speaking in Emi's voice."Sure thing, Emi."Rin got up and walked away from Worry Tree, not appearing to be in any sort of rush. Hisao, seeing that his situation was futile, stopped trying to resist the changes. His arm hair receded inwards as his arms shortened down in length, with his hands and fingers becoming petite. For someone with a small figure like Emi's, she definitely had a nice butt. As his rear inflated out a bit, Hisao cringed, thinking it was karma for the occasions that he had checked her out in her track uniform. Thinking these dirty things about Emi got Hisao a bit hard, as much as he wouldn't like to admit it. As if it were another punishment, his penis began to slide inwards, with his testicles following, forming a new vagina. Hisao moaned softly and looked upwards, as if ignoring the issue would get rid of it. Hisao then felt himself drifting out of consciousness, almost, as the Worry Tree and the surrounding forest began to spin. Hisao blacked out.Hisao's uniform, designed for a tall male, began to modify itself. The buttons on his button-up shirt popped off, his black tie flew off, and the shirt merged down the center as it softened. The sleeves shortened as the collar and the sleeves' ends turned red. Hisao's underpants turned into a pair of panties suited to compliment his adjusted genitals, while his green dress pants changed to a tight, red fabric and shortened until they became a skimpy pair of shorts. While the world was still spinning, his legs shortened, and while his thighs plumped out and feminized, his calves and feet disintegrated entirely, leaving him with stumps just below the knee. A pair of prothstetics designed for track materialized and fastened themselves to his legs. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought that you were looking at the spitting image of Emi Ibarazaki.The chaos of Hisao's environment came to a close. When he regained consciousness, he found himself... on a track field? Up against a bunch of runners he had never even met before? He started to lose his composure, but he heard a cheer from the audience. It was Meiko, Emi's mother. Rin was with her, too, to support Emi. Hisao suddenly regained himself. Who was he again...? Emi Ibarazaki, that's who! The fastest thing on no legs! And, dammit, she was in this to WIN it!The referee readied his blank. Hisao had found new comfort in the identity of Emi, and readied... her stance."On your mark.. Get set... Go!"