Before Sabrina could reply, a wet, guttural glurk rose from the floor.
Mr. Dummura's body jackknifed upright—no transition, no push-off, just snap—like a corpse reanimated by puppet strings. Urine sheeted off him in rivulets, pattering back into the puddle he'd been lying in. His suit jacket hung open, shirt translucent and clinging, the tie twisted into a soaked noose, and moustache sodden and drooping.
But lower—oh yikes!—his trousers were bunched around his knees, Y-fronts sagging halfway down his thighs, the elastic waistband stretched and defeated. The broken broomstick was buried deep inside his butt, just the tip poking out, like a turd stubbornly stuck, peeking its tiny head out.
He stood there, legs trembling, piss dripping from his chin in steady plink-plink-plinks. His eyes rolled so far back only slivers of iris showed, but his mouth—his mouth worked like a fish flopping in air. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Each swallow came of its own accord, loud and frantic, like someone drinking through a straw made of their own throat.
Another thick ribbon of urine slid over his bottom lip. He caught it with his tongue, then gulped again, his throat working in a mechanical rhythm. A low, eerie giggle bubbled out between swallows.
Hinata took a step back. "Sabrina… I think we actually saved him."
Sabrina's tail lashed. "You said pee was the antidote!"
"Wow," she drawled, stepping forward. "…and you baptised him."
He stood tall before the magical girls, legs trembling, struggling to regain his focus and make sense of what had just happened.
His dickless crotch was boldly on display—smooth, hairless, the skin pale and glistening under the piss sheen, the Y-fronts tangled at his knees like a surrender flag. A faint, surgical seam traced the empty mound where anatomy had once been, now just a soft, featureless swell dripping yellow. Every tremor of his legs made the tip of the broomstick bob slightly, like it had a mind of its own.
Sabrina gaped. "Not just baptised… circumcised too!"
Not Hinata. He had to look. Wait… he had no dick… Maybe he just has a really small dick… Or maybe he was trying to hide it…
"Hinata," she thought, frozen, still staring at where his dick should be, noticing how tightly his legs were pressed together. I think he's just… protecting himself…?
I remembered this one time my brother had begged to play with me and my female friends during a girls-only sleepover—our truth-or-dare circle or the dress-up games.
We'd told him we didn't want any boys joining us—rules were rules, no exceptions. But he kept insisting, over and over, that he was a girl too, shouting and stomping around our bedroom in frustration. We argued for hours.
Eventually, he flounced out, face red and tears streaking down, huffing, "Okay, that's it! I'll prove to you I'm a girl like you lot!"
"So how did they prove it? I bet it was something ridiculous," Sabrina snorted, rolling her eyes. "Maybe he wore some makeup or a skirt to show them?"
Hinata blinked, her memory swirling—tea parties, pink frilly dresses, her brother stomping away… No, they came back into our bedroom, polished over the door, and stood proudly in front of me and all my friends… Ummm… completely, utterly naked!!
Sabrina's jaw dropped. "He did what!!!... You're kidding, right? Your brother... he came back, standing in front of you and all your friends... naked?!" she exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.
"Yep, butt-ass naked. No socks, no nothing… we could see everything."
Sabrina's eyes went saucer-wide. "Okay, but… what was the situation downstairs? Like… body-wise?"
Hinata hesitated, cheeks pink. Her voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "My… my brother had… a vagina. I—I didn't stare, okay? Just… saw the hair, and… nothing else. No… no boy parts. At all."
"Holy… crap!"
Sabrina gasped, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "No way! You're serious? But how… How could that even be possible? You're telling me… your brother is actually a girl?"
"Not exactly," Hinata said.
Sabrina blinked. "And your brother is Aiden Finn—the guy who eats Chattos and cat food all day, literally smells like doggy doodoo, and all the girls at the academy avoid him like the plague."
Hinata buried her head in shame. "Yes… that is him…"
"And the girls at your sleepover were the Sparkle Bunnies—Luna Bunny, Ava Bunny, Lia… Bunny? I know you're a fan of the bunny girls."
"Yes, the bunny girls are good friends of mine… Anyway, I need to explain this before I get too embarrassed to say it. Aiden Finn… my brother… Well, the bunny girls at my sleepover felt bad for him. They thought he was brave for coming out and showing that he was actually a girl—standing there completely naked, exposing himself. To make him feel more comfortable, they slowly took off their own clothes, one by one, and put on their bunny ears, signalling that he was one of them now. And then…"
She swallowed, cheeks pink. "…they did a group hug. A naked group hug. With my brother."
Sabrina stood completely still, mouth hanging open as if she'd just witnessed the most surreal event in human history. "...Wait," she finally said, blinking rapidly. "Let me get this straight. The Sparkle Bunnies—Luna, Ava, and Lia—they saw your brother... fully exposed... no dick… just girl parts…" She paused for dramatic effect.
"…and instead of screaming? Calling the police? Running for their lives?"
She edged closer, a shiver running down her spine. "They joined him? Stripped bare… slipped on their bunny ears like some kind of forbidden ritual… and pressed themselves against him… utterly nude?"