My head hurts and my body's hot. It feels like the time I got drunk in Mexico last July, this is so annoying, I need some water, my throat feels so dry I can drink a well.

Sitting up, the room was so bright it burned my eyes.

Nonetheless I need some water, but I feel so tired? So lazily scooting out of bed, I went ahead and stood up.

And as I did, opening my eyes, hazily glancing around the room, my room looked so unfamiliar to me? It looks like I really do need to lay off the booze, my eyes hurt.

Walking to the door and leaving my room, I walked into the restroom and turned the knob to enter as I was too lazy to go to the kitchen, an started drinking some nice cold tap water. And ah, it's so cold, and so refreshing~

For some reason it tasted so good~ And I mean it was better than sliced bread with butter in the morning good.

I felt golden♡.

After drinking that, I decided since I was already in here and there was a towel in the basket, I guess I can just go and take a bath, I'm all sweaty anyways, so I should...

Turning away from the sink an mirror which I didn't look into, I undressed and threw my clothes onto the floor as I went in the bathroom, which's connected to the room.

But I swear, we don't have these where I live? I must be daydreaming or hammered because I'm pretty sure I'm in Northern America, we moved here a while ago?

But that's not important, what is, is this hangover pain in my head, and not getting caught by pops or mama, or at the very least my little siblings, because if so, I'm dead...

So... Hagamos esto~

Turning the bath on and letting the water flow, I watched as the water flowed in, an when it was full, I hopped in, I haven't had a bath in a long time and I don't even care if I didn't rinse myself before getting in, because I was so smart already by taking a shower last night, I'm smart~

And soaking myself in warmth, and enjoying the heat of the bath an the steam of the water, I slid my hand down my body... I'm a teen so masterbation isn't unusual?

But when I touched...

I felt something. . .

When I looked down...

When I looked down. . .

"Why the hell do I have a dick!!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs.

And shooting up, it followed as a part of me and as I'm panicking, as there was no way in hell that I became ah futanari! Running my hand down past where those sacs were?! I. . . I. . . I couldn't feel it? I can't feel it at all???

"I'm just a guy! Wait wasn't I always a guy! Wait wasn't I always a girl!? I Don't even remember! My Head Hurts!"

Running out the bathroom in complete panic, after just screaming to myself, because I don't even know what the hell is happening; I'm very alarmed at the moment and seeing that, I ran over to the mirror looking in it.

And I didn't even look like one of my brothers!

I wasn't mixed or Hispanic?! I was Roman?...

"Wait the fuck up! Am I!–"

But as soon as I was going to name someone who was completely irrelevant to this, I heard bangin at the door.

"Hiro!" a feminine voice yelled, startling me completely.

"Shut the fuck up and stop screaming or I'm coming in there and kicking your ass! It's way too fucking early!!!"

Hearing that voice... And hearing that name.

I... I'm pretty sure I structured...

Looking back in the mirror, "I'm Hiro Natsu, thee Hiro Natsu who I cursed with Asmodeus the first Incubus's true bloodline, and I gave him extreme misfortune too!"

*After saying that out loud to himself, Turtle who had been reborn as Hiro Natsu that day pass the fuck out*

*And as he did... A certain chain attached to his soul*

*Well that chain, got the other half of its self an broke*

[Your heart thums and your blood races]

[Your Incubus blood has started awakening]