'I wish he understood what it's like to be me,' Yuffie though as she brushed his hand away. "I wish he knew what it's like to have the fate of Wutai on his shoulders."
And suddenly, he did. To Cloud, it felt like a force was pressing down on him, flattening his spiky hair against his head and scrushing his spine. He could feel himself growing shorter, and lighter as some of his muscle mass dwindled away. Colour rushed into his hair at the same time as it retreated a little into his scalp.
Aside from that, the changes were relatively mild - he was fortunate that Yuffie was still young and he was rather epicene. His body remained slim, his features became only a little softer and more feminine. His left shoulder-pad grew down his arm, becoming a shield, while his right one dissapeared entirely. His woolen shirt rode up, exposing his rid-riff, while his trousers, socks, and shoes all bleached of colour to resemble Yuffie's.
What mattered most to him was the change that underwent his Buster Sword. The hilt grew, the blade split and shrank, until the entire thing was a replica of the throwing star Yuffie carried.
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