Ranmaru's eyes flickered back into human form, and she walked over to glance over Sayuri's shoulder. Glancing over Seiichi's shoulder was an exercise in masochism for Ranmaru previously, so any chance to do so now was quite eagerly taken up by her.

"Yeah, you look cute, Seiichi," giggled Ranmaru. Then the weird realisation crept into her mind. Whatever happened to them today, they were born male. No one else knew, but it was enough that they themselves did.

Plus, Ranmaru didn't want to flirt with a dude.

"I'm not okay with this being the new normal. You shouldn't be. " Ranmaru crossed her arms, a little glad that she didn't have anything there to block her hands. A little bit of pressure towards her chest made Ranmaru realise that she was definitely wearing some sort of chest support, but she was definitely flat-chested.

"The guy I knew that would assault me for looking over his shoulder doesn't just change his mindset! And I don't intend on changing for anyone."

While she was talking, another part of her mind browsed through her social media profile. Same name, almost exactly the same pictures. She was still in the Club of Gentlemen, in the same role. Her shirtless pictures were gone, but that had to be expected.

She saw a picture of herself, in a group photo, and smiled. The Club of Gentlemen's little escapade to the beach. There she was, in the exact same position, grinning with all the other boys. Ranmaru was wearing camisole swimwear, though. Guess Ranmaru wasn't into keeping her semi-feminine body a secret, even though the term 'ironing board' seemed appropriate to describe her chest.

"I'm looking through my own social media profiles now. Well, frankly, nothing much has changed about me. I'm still in the exact same role in the Club of Gentlemen, and everyone seems to know that I'm a girl."

Ranmaru smiled at Sayuri knowingly. "Though you'd be glad to hear that none of those shirtless pictures I had last time exist in this reality." She recalled hearing Seiichi complaining about it once.