I'm A What?! {Nyotalia}

[Austria]

Male==>Female
It is just another normal morning at your home. You roll out of bed, stretch your arms and yawn. Good morning. Still somewhat tired, you walk slowly to your closet and pick out your clothes. For some reason, you are a bit too tired to even take off your night garb, so you wear your clothes over them. To your surprise, your usual clothing does not fit and is a bit baggy. Did you lose weight in the last twenty-four hours? Strange. Sighing, you head over to the nearest mirror to fix your awful bed-head. As you stare at your reflection, your eyes widen and you put your hand over your mouth. What? It seems that you have not only lost weight, you have changed genders completely. What will your friends- or enemies- think when they see you like this?


Female==>Male
Good morning! Another regular day where you live. You don't believe you have much planned for they day, so maybe you will go out and have a day all to yourself. But boy, are you tired...you didn't get much sleep last night, what with your constant waking up and going back to sleep over and over and over again like an insomniac. "I don't want to get out of bed...wake me up tomorrow..." You mutter, face down on the pillow. Wait a second. You lift your head up in confusion, wondering what happened to your voice. Yes, you still have your notable accent, but this time your voice sounds slightly different and low-pitched. Shrugging it off, you head to the bathroom and side-glance at the mirror. You stop dead in your tracks when you catch a glimpse of your reflection. What? It appears that you've swapped genders overnight. Startled, you let out a scream that is not so high-pitched anymore. Oh no! What if your friends- or enemies- see you like this?

[Italy]

Uhmm...... I'm not sure if Italy is a guy or girl. (he is just weird like that) O.o

[Sealand]

-_-...Italy is a man. In this roleplay, he would fit into the section that says "Male==>Female."

[Austria]

{Umm, yes, Sealand is right. -__-...Do you need me to explain it to you, or can we just do this?}

[Canada]

Canada stared at himself/herself in the mirror, mouth slack-jawed to show very tiny, feminine pearly whites. Her hair was longer than it had been only last night, rolling down to her shoulders in dark golden waves. Her face, previously oval-shaped, was now smooth and angular down to a gentle tip at the chin. Her lavender-blue eyes were larger, with longer golden eyelashes dashing it's edges. Her eyebrows were tinier and her nose was as well, and her lips were slightly larger and in a more round shape. Looking down, Canada saw that her shoulders were slighter (she was sure she'd had pretty prominent hockey shoulders before), and wider hips.
She screamed, and her voice came out higher than it really should have, even for her quiet breathy voice.
What's going on? she gasped, one hand finding it's way to her mouth to block the sort-of loud rush of air. Oh lord, even her hands were daintier, with no trace of the soft calloused broad finger-ends she'd originally had.
Kumajirou padded into the bathroom and plopped himself down at her feet, licking a paw and drawing it over his ear. He looked almost bored, as if it wasn't anything new that his owner had magically turned into a female over night. "Who are you?" Kumajirou asked, blinking up at Canada with beady little eyes.
"K-Kumajirou... I'm a girl..."
Kumajirou blinked again, stretched and rubbed his furry head against Canada's now tinier and smooth legs. "I know that. It's pretty obvious. But who are you?"
Canada stared down at her little companion, surprised at how non-chalant the bear was to the situation. She finally managed a small murmur of "I'm Canada." before turning back to the mirror.
"What's the rest of the world going to think?"

[Italy]

Italy stared at herself in the mirror and her eyes grew wide. The pearly white teeth, the hair going down to her shoulders in a awkward way. She looked at her hands and say they were slightly smaller and let out a small yip. It was was very high pitched because Italy already had a high voice when she was a male. She sat down in a chair from shock. "I'm a girl." she slightly whispered. "Well then." she continued. "I wonder what all the other nations will think." she crossed her hands over her lap.

[Austria]

As the Austrian stared at his- rather, her- reflection, she put her hands up to her face to confirm that she had really transformed into what she saw in the mirror. Her previously short-cut, deep brown hair now trailed down her back and down to her- now slightly wider- hips. Her eyelashes had grown a bit longer, causing her deep, mauve colored eyes to look sort of bigger. She took deep, shocked breaths as she leaned over the sink counter and touched the mirror. "Verdammt..." Muttered the woman, slamming her fist down on the sink counter.

Austria bit back tears, feeling extremely stressed, frustrated, irate, and disappointed at the same time. If she was still a man, people would look down on her if she cried. But since she was now a woman, no one would really care. She plopped down on the floor and let all her sobs pour out of her. "No! Oh no! Why did it have to be today?!" She sobbed, covering her face with her hands as tears began to stream down her porcelain cheeks. "My concert! What will the orchestra think? What will the band think? W-what will the other composers and c-conductors think?...What will my friends think?...!" The day before, he- she, rather- had invited some of the other countries that didn't annoy the living hell out of her to watch her perform one of her favorite songs on the piano and watch her conduct the rest of the songs. The concert was starting soon and she would just have to think of a solution. "Th-the concert is in five minutes! I'm never going to think of something in time...!"

Shaking her head, the woman dried her tears and fixed her hair. If she was going to be a girl, might as well make it work. She muttered to herself as she walked, scrambling to get ready. For some reason, she found lipstick in her room...Shrugging her small shoulders, she applied it and went on with her search for things she could find useful. She found an old belt and wore it, helping her tailcoat fit tighter. It also made her new curves stand out, which she thought looked nice. To her surprise, she also found a pair of black heels and a black pencil skirt. Even though she didn't know why they were even there in the first place, she wore then and admired her appearance for the first time. When it was finally time to leave, she grabbed her baton and sheet music and headed down the street. She just hoped that the people that she invited to the concert wouldn't know who she was...And she'd have to think of an excuse to tell the orchestra as to why "she was there and Roderich wasn't."

[Italy]

Italy thought, 'Well then, I better look good anyway.' she started to brush her hair and put on lipstick. (don't ask how she got it) She felt weird, like she was empty inside. He decide to put on eyeliner and makeup. Italy thought of something. 'What will Canada think about this?' She walked out the door and headed to Canada's house.

[Canada]

((Was Canada invited to the concert? I don't know whether I should Roleplay her getting ready for the concert or not, so for now she'll either have forgotten about the concert in her current state or was simply not invited, or something. XD))

Canada stared at herself in the mirror for a few more moments before deciding that she had to get dressed at some point, gender-bent or not. She turned to her closet and ruffled inside for a while until she'd located the rack of clothes. The first things she encountered were a hockey jersey, her signiture aviator's long coat and her green-blue America-dubbed "twin-sy hoodie". She didn't even know why she'd boughten the same hoodie as America in the first place. She blinked thoughtfully at all the male clothes, then turned to her favourite little companion/fashion adviser. "Kumajirou, what's do you think I should wear?" she asked, a little dismayed at how soft and high her voice had become.
"Coat." Was Kumajirou's one-worded response, and Canada found herself nodding in agreement. The large tan coat was thick for harsh northern-canadian winters, and so could very well possibly hide the new shapes her body had taken.
She donned her regular masculine business suit and slipped the fur-lined coat over top, then made her way back to the mirror. She frowned and sighed at her reflection as she realized that it did help, but not very much. The broad-shouldered coat that had fit so well on her broad hockey shoulders before now hung limply from her new slight, thinner feminine form. She looked positively tiny and girly in the men's clothing. But it did somewhat keep attention from the now-larger top of her chest, so it had gone some ways to hiding her random new gender. Maybe now she could pretend she had been sick for a little while and had lost a whole bunch of weight.
She turned her attention to her feminine facial features, and shrugged. She'd have to find a way to hide that. Maybe if she left her hair down, people wouldn't notice that it was longer? Her hair had been long before, anyways. But it still seemed unlikely, as her hair before had only barely touched her chin (it was now down to the small of her back), but people didn't really pay much attention to her anyways. She'd also have to find smaller glasses frames, her current ones slid down her now-tiny nose
It never crossed Canada's mind to try wearing girls' clothes or give up look masculine. She didn't want any of the other nations to see her this way. And the still-male part of her mind told her that there was no way she was ever putting on makeup.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Canada considered not answering it, but it didn't sit well with constant years of manners. She picked her way over to the door and cracked it open an inch, looking out through the gap the door made. A girl stood outside, with long brown hair and cheerful brown eyes.
"H-Hello, may I ask who this-" she paused as some familiar traits suddenly stood up on the girl's face in front of her. It seemed impossible, but... "...Italy?...."

[Austria]

{Austria is generous- you know now that I think about it, not really...- so everyone is invited. And even thought Italy does annoy the living hell out of him, he just decided to invite him anyways. I thought it's be cute, since Italy always listened to him play piano when he was little, so...I also have a new inside joke between me and my sister. "Only Austria would cry over a concert."}

[Italy]

"Hey Canada!" Italy smiled. She walked into the house without asking and looked around. She turned back around to see Canada. "It has happened to you too?" she asked, while walking over to Kumajirou and petting him on the head. "I woke up, and, BOOM, I'm a girl." she smiled." She sat down in a chair and crossed her legs. "I think I'm getting the hang of this girl stuff." Italy said while examining Canada.

[Canada]

((Sorry for short post. ^_^)
Canada couldn't help a note of disappointment from entering her soft voice when she saw how easily Italy saw past her disguise. "I-Is it that obvious that I'm a girl?" she asked timidly, trying absently to think of some way to maybe cut her hair back to it's original shape. She sighed, not seeing any way it really worked, as getting rid of any hair might accent her feminine face. Canada finally gestured to her guest. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked. Random multiple person gender changes didn't change the fact that she needed to be hospitable. Italy was still her guest (even if the happy little Italian came over fairly often due to the fact that a good amount of Canada's immigrants were Italian).
Kumijirou blinked up at Italy, licking a paw and drawing it back over one ear. "Who are you?" it asked, probably to both of the girls in the room.

[Italy]

"Hello there." Italy said to the bear. "I am Italy, the granddaughter/son of Rome. Who are you?" She turned and answered Canada, "No thanks." Italy smiled and sat on a stool. "So, are you still going to Austria's concert today?" she asked pleasantly. "Also, I have been wondering what you reaction was when you saw that you were a girl."

[Canada]

Canada sat down across from Italy in another chair, taking a sip out of a small glass cup half-filled with sweet maple syrup. It was good, in her opinion, to have maple syrup to drink every once in a while. Sure, it had sugar, but any sugar (in moderation) was alright. And it wasn't like it had alcohol or anything like that.
She rubbed her arm thoughtfully before answering her friend's questions in a quiet tone. "Yes, I was invited to the concert, and I still intend on going if I can find some way to disguise myself as a man again. I was thinking of maybe penciling over top of my eyebrows to make them thicker-looking, and maybe hacking my hair off back at it's original length."
She thought for a moment again before answering the next question. "Well, I guess I was surprised..." Canada admitted as Kumajirou hopped into her lap. Surprised was a word for it, Canada supposed. Shocked could also have worked. Or bewildered. Or even terrified (not that she'd admit that to America, of course).
She shook the thoughts off and turned back to study her friend, tilting her head. Golden waves bobbed along with the movement, as well as that stubborn bouncy curl. "That reminds me, you seem to be taking this rather calmly. You look happy this way, too. You aren't trying to hide being a... A girl?"
((Wow. My lack of Roleplaying skills makes Canada so OOC. ))

[Italy]

"Not really." Italy answered calmly. "Was I suppose to?" she continued. "I guess, if I'm a girl, I should embrace it." she started messing with her hair. "Oh, do you not want me here? Because I can leave if you want." she started getting up and fixing her hair. It kind of bugged Italy that she was a girl, but, she rather liked it. She then started walking towards the door. "I need to get ready for Austria's concert anyway." Italy said as she walked out the door.