Too pliable (feminine). Or just an A-class whore.

Chapter 1

"Exactly two weeks had passed since Class 1-A's patrol was hit by a strange Quirk. Back then, on the mission, Midoriya didn't even realize what had happened — just a sneeze, a flash of light, and that was it. But by the very next morning, she woke up in a completely different body.

The investigation was in full swing, the culprit was still being sought, and Izuku had to adapt to her new reality.

After the first day of chaos and panic, when the whole class was losing their minds from the shock, relative order finally settled in the dormitory. The teachers held a general briefing, asking everyone to remain calm and be understanding toward Midoriya. She was given a set of comfortable, loose-fitting loungewear — meant to hide her figure. But as practice showed, hiding it was impossible.

Her body, even in that ridiculous, baggy clothing, radiated incredible, breathtaking sexuality. Any T-shirt clung to her sweat-damp skin, outlining her high, firm chest of no small size — the fabric kept slipping, exposing a narrow strip of her stomach. The soft material of her shorts — and any pants, really — hugged her incredibly firm, round ass perfectly. It was so toned and flawlessly shaped that you could practically mint a coin on it.

Her short, perpetually messy green hair gave her a boyish, defiant charm that contrasted with her new plump, juicy lips and huge, naive emerald eyes. She looked like a living dream — for guys, and not only them; any girl on the planet would envy her.

• "Welcome back, Deku." — a familiar voice rang out.

Sero walked into the common room with a towel around his neck, clearly planning to hit the shower, but as soon as he saw Midoriya, his step faltered. He stopped, swallowing nervously. His gaze treacherously slid over her damp, sweat-glistening skin. He hastily looked away at the wall, but his cheeks were already flushed.

• "Hey... You okay? Feeling alright?" — he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, but it trembled.

• "Everything's fine, Sero." — she replied, licking her lips after another bite of ice cream. That gesture almost finished him off.

• "DEKU!"

A desperate scream from Mineta echoed down the hallway. He was running down the corridor, but when he saw her, he skidded to a halt, nearly crashing into the couch. His eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as he stared at her chest, which stood out so enticingly. He opened his mouth to say something dirty, but remembering the recent lectures from the teachers, he bit his tongue, heaved a heavy sigh, and tried to look away. His gaze, however, kept drifting back to her legs and ass.

Even Iida, the ever-serious and disciplined class rep, couldn't keep his cool. When he first saw her, she was standing there cleaning up some trash, and by chance, he tripped on the stairs right behind her. His intention to discuss the training schedule was forgotten in an instant — seeing Midoriya from behind, he froze on the steps. His hands, which usually chopped the air for emphasis, hung limply at his sides, and his glasses treacherously slid down his nose.

• "M-Midoriya!" — his voice suddenly turned hoarse, even though he tried to speak clearly. He was looking at her as if he were seeing a girl for the first time. — "I... I came to say that... the schedule... lunch..."

He trailed off, coughed, and sharply adjusting his glasses, literally fled back upstairs, unable to endure the sight any longer.

But back to the present...

Midoriya sighed, finishing her popsicle and licking the stick. She felt a little awkward, but it was nice to know that everyone around her was trying to keep themselves together, despite her new appearance. The dormitory hummed with quiet conversations, whispers, and stolen glances, but the atmosphere was calm. They'd given her comfortable clothes, everyone understood the situation, and no one was bothering her, even though even the most stoic guys couldn't control their reactions. And that wasn't even all the guys yet — everyone was still coming back from their internships and missions.

Right now, her life had turned into an endless string of sideways glances, and all she could do was wait for the investigation to conclude and for her to become the old Izuku again. Or at least get used to the fact that people were constantly staring at her...

And prepare herself for new sensations....