Takehito, or perhaps more appropriately Vanyra, silently ran her hands over her body in mute shock. This absolutely was the body of her character. That small, childish frame, the soft, pale skin, that gothic lolita outfit, the incredibly long, soft, white hair... this was unmistakable. Except it was real. It was totally real. Her initial outburst had receded into dead silence. She was no longer male. She was no longer an adult(or was she? Vanyra was written to be eight hundred years old, so wasn't she older now then she was before? It was hard to think about), and... well, she could feel her fangs with her tongue. She was no longer human.

For a few moments this fact was so overwhelming she couldn't even start to try and think about what was happening, But a number of things brought the vampire into the present. To begin with, this wasn't an unfamiliar setup. Hadn't she read plenty of light novels like this? there were anime too... secondly, she heard someone next to her. After a moment, Vanyra slowly turned and...

Most of the party was gone, but that figure...

"... Takoyaki Princess...?"