A 5' 1" woman of 100 lbs. is sitting on a patient table in a doctor's office, avoiding looking at the doctor. Her face is squarish, with high cheekbones, and slits for gray eyes, almost fully surrounded by golden hair. Her hair reaches passed her shoulderblades. Her body's very small-curved, and lanky. Her fingernails are very long, but uneven from various breaks. She's wearing a black muscle shirt, black shorts with drawstrings, and black Skechers over no show socks.
The doctor gives her an injection.
She grabs ahold of the patient table to the sides of her bum, and digs her fingernails in as she transforms into a black-haired, red male with a devil tail, pointed ears, six fingers total, unseenly four toes total, and yellow irises that glow. He's still 5' 1", and 100 lbs., though he's now too thin, because his tail growth took from his fat reserves. The doctor holds a mirror before his face, "It's complete. Your Y chromosome now works." "Did you give me a new Y chromosome?" He asks in a tenor, breaking voice. "No. This is the Y chromosome you had all along."
A year later; the small, red devil was driving an automatic, cayenne orange, Chevrolet Spark.
He's no longer underweight, though is still very thin, but with some fitness from exercising. His attire's an olive green, muscle shirt with matching, utility cargo shorts with drawstrings; and, self-made, sandalwood geta with olive green straps. He parked in the Xavier School garage, and looked over to another small person, whom is curled up under a comforter, sleeping against a pillow with a matching case. She's a 3' 3", African-American girl at fourteen-years-old. Her curly, brown hair is in an afro that hangs into her dark, medium brown skinned face. Her irises are quite dark of a brown. She's wearing a ribbed, white tank top with white, double-layered run shorts; and, with white-strapped, sandalwood geta. Navy tankini straps are showing of her navy, red, and white 4th of July swimsuit. The bedding's white cotton with tassels along the edges of the pillow sham, and the comforter. The red devil carries his adopted daughter, wrapped in her comforter, and her two pillows through a hallway, crossing paths with Kurt Wagner. Kurt takes her from her new foster father, holding her face to his shoulder, "I plan on spoiling my niece."
The red half-brother of Kurt sets her pillows on her bed in her bedroom, "I don't mind." Kurt sets her on her toddler bed of expensive construction, "How much luggage is there?" There are more toddler beds of nicer construction in the bedroom. And, a kotatsu with bamf-sized chairs at it. The bedroom has a bathroom, and a couple of walk-in closets. "She came with some, and I added to it quite a bit."
Kurt speaks as one of the bamfs that look like him enters, "I've got a mission soon."
The bamf: "Even I don't have a bedroom. She looks like she's mine."
The red devil teleports away, then teleports back with a CD, placing it into a boombox, and playing it quietly.
Kurt's foster niece awakens in her new bed to the pleasant smell of eggs, sausage, and bacon. On the kotatsu in her room, her breakfast's being set out by the red brother of Kurt. It features cheesy scrambled eggs with chili peppers, sausages, and bacon, a cup of chai, and a cup of orange juice. There's bamf-sized chairs at the kotatsu.
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