The headache was the first thing Ichigo noticed, and unbearable pain on his head that seemed to be growing and growing, making all his thoughts more blurry, feeling like his head was about to split in two, was this because of that senkaimon thing? A side effect Urahara forgot to mention?
"Whe...where..." he slurred his words out as his eyes opened, he was on an office? Or at least a place that looked an awful lot like an office, with tons of paperwork resting on a desk, seemingly seated on some kind of chair while he was using the desk as an improvised pillow, the only thing that didn't fit with the office was the smell.
The stench of booze tainted the whole room, no it wasn't the room, a quick sniff made it clear the smell wasn't coming out of the paperwork nor the furniture, it was coming from him, he could feel it in his own mouth, it was his stench.
Placing his hands on the desk, Ichigo struggled to get up, feeling like his arms had been turned into flimsy noodles, why did that thing made him feel drunk? Was getting drunk something spiritual? He didn't remember seeing Rukia drinking anything so it probably wasn't that, or maybe it was because he couldn't handle alcohol?
Long orange locks suddenly blocked part of his view, falling on the corner of his eyes, "Uhh...?" he said, not managing to form words, did his hair grow too? Trying to brush the hair out of his sight just made Ichigo fall back on the desk, with his face greeting the wooden surface, "Grrrr", he grunted as he tried to get up once again.
He was slowly getting up until he looked down, getting a glimpse of his hands, they look different, more dainty and smooth, and why did his fingernails look so trim? It's not like he cut them with his teeth it was just that they looked like the had nail polish on.
But soon his nails and fingers were the least of his worries, when he managed to get up, Ichigo noticed what he was wearing, a shinigami uniform much like his own, except for a long pink scarf that fell on his shoulders, and why was his robe open? With his mind still in drunken stupor Ichigo tried to close his robe, trying to keep some decency before going to rescue Rukia he decided to close it, just for his hand to touch something soft.
This soft thing slowly lifted part of drunken daze, or at least enough to know he was touching his own chest, except that it wasn't his own chest, his regained clarity allowed him to see he was touching a large pair of breasts.
His eyes grew wide as he realised this, his hands immediately taken off them as he saw the mounds slightly bouncing on his chest, "Wh-what-" he tried to say only to realise his own voice didn't sound right, sounding much more high and soft, this new discovery was what broke the metaphorical camel's back, with his mind fully taking in the changes to his body, Ichigo didn't have time to think about the most menial tasks like keeping balance, his new center of gravity didn't help either, making him stumble and falling to the ground, landing on his ass.
"Gah!" he grunted as he touched the floor, rubbing his sore rear soon proved to be a mistake since it allowed him to notice his backside felt rounder and softer, quickly removing his hand from the area Ichigo tried to get up.
Keeping balance still proved to be hard, barely managing to stay on his feet thanks to the furniture in the office, managing to achieve a moment of peace he didn't have since he went through the senkaimon, and now that he had a moment to calm down and examine the situation, Ichigo braced himself and looked down once again, he could feel his cheeks growing warm as he saw his body, the large assets made it pretty obvious, and being more calm allowed him to notice something was missing between his legs, "How...did this...happen?" he managed to ask, the words still struggling to come out, why did he turn into a woman? And why was he drunk?
"Rangiku!" suddenly the sliding door of the office was opened, and a small boy entered the room, he was wearing shinigami's uniform, with a white haori over it, which went quite well with his spiky white hair and turquoise eyes, eyes he used to glare at Ichigo, "Rangiku" he repeated, stopping in front of the desk filled with paperwork, "What are these doing here!?" he said, picking one of the files, "I left you two hours ago and you didn't even move a finger! You just had to file them!" the boy yelled, shaking his head, he appeared to be about to say something else but stopped when he started sniffing the air, his glaring getting more intense, "This place smells like alcohol, were you drinking at work again?"
The boy stopped speaking after that, crossing his arms, after a few minutes of a silent stare it became clear he wanted an answer, so Ichigo tried to defend whoever he had become, "No-" he tried to argue but was interrupted by a burp, this just caused him to stay quiet, leading to a few more moments of silent staring.
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