Main Points:
Steins;Gate Genderbend
Chapter Summary: Kurisu discovers something she wasn't expecting.
Word Count: 400
Rating: teen
Kurisu walks into the lab and immediately sees something unacceptable.
Okarin is snoring on top of Mayuri, head nestled on her stomach. The TV is on.
She immediately storms over and drags him up by the ear. He’s yelping. “Assistant, unhand me at once! How dare you assault Kyouma—”
She shoves him back onto the couch—probably so that she can torture him properly; she’s not sure now—and that’s when the world loses colour and form and certainty.
That was…
She reaches out again, gently touches, and there it is again. He’s grinning like a mad thing, fire lit in his eyes, and Mayuri is finally waking up, blinking owlishly. “Kurisu-chan? What’s going on?”
“Oh, my dear hostage, Christina’s just found something that doesn’t correspond to her worldview.” He’s outright taunting her now, playing, showing off, and she’d be tearing him to pieces right now if her brain was functioning. “Well? You’ve made a rather amateurish mistake, pervert girl. What scientist just accepts visual observations without gathering proper corroborating data?”
She looks him over again. The lack of a proper Adam’s apple probably should have clued her in, but everything else—the ridiculously short, unbrushed, fairly unwashed hair, the very slight amount of stubble, the clothes he wears, the fact that he—she, Makise, she—is wearing a bra but has one of the flattest and most easy-to-miss-chests she’s ever seen…
“You’re. A girl,” she states flatly, and Mayuri laughs in surprise, a bird’s song.
“Okarin is Okarin!” she corrects happily, and Okabe flashes her a smile before turning to Kurisu.
“I am Hououin Kyouma!” she responds, flinging her hands wide. The voice isn’t what she’d expect from a girl, either, low. Probably because of the testosterone, her brain tells her, since the crazy Japanese teenager has enough for merely the beginnings of a beard. That affects vocal range. “Gender does not matter to a mad scientist! But on the other hand…” The voice becomes quieter, and there’s something almost normal and human in the gaze. “…Everyone must look their part, if all the world’s a stage.”
“You should let me make a costume for you, then! Mayushii has plenty of ideas!” Mayuri exclaims into the silence, drawing a smile from Kyouma even as she—he—whatever argues against the idea, leaving Kurisu to slowly sit on the couch and figure out exactly what her life has become.
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