Request: Changes At The End - Persona 3/Chidori TG

There are moments that will always change our lives.  Moments where it is as if reality itself shifts and changes.  Moments where everything we knew turned out to be, if not wrong, then drastically different than what we thought we knew.

Maybe... Just maybe, these moments are when we become unglued from an old reality, and are changed in a way so that we fit into a different reality all together.

Or maybe it's something else all together.

Maybe, just maybe, we don't change, or even realize the changes to us and the world around us, until the very end.

For me, that moment started when I found two things.  It was a moment that lasted forever.  It was a moment that lasted minutes.  It was a moment that was just an instant.  And above all else, it was a moment that altered me beyond anything I'd ever thought was possible.

It was a moment when I found two things on the ground.  One lying right against the other.  The first thing was what looked like a near dead flower.  The other was a folded slip of paper that contained a hand written note.

But, if I'd known what would happen after I picked them up, I would of left them there.  If I'd known what would of happened to me... Or possibly the world around me after I read that note, I would of run far away from it.

But anyways, I'm probably jumping ahead here.  After all, you have no idea who I am.  Nor do you know who I use to be.

Back before my life was changed by what I found, I was known as Jet.  I use to be a guy.  And I use to be older than I am now.

Yes, you read that right.  'Use to be'.  As in I'm not one anymore.  And yes, I was older too.  But how much older doesn't matter anymore.  After all... Things changed.  And I changed.

And they changed when I found that note, and that flower.

Again, I'm getting ahead of myself.  Sorry.

Anyways... My story starts on the day another story was ending.  It could even be argued that this story...  My story ended as soon as it started. Not that I knew that yet.  Instead, it was just a normal day for me.  The local news was still carrying the story about a boy named Peter.  He'd gone missing.  There was no sign of him.  It was as if he'd vanished off of the face of the Earth.

Of course he hadn't.  Not exactly.  As I was about to learn.

But anyways, as the eleven o'clock news ended on the night that my life suddenly changed, I was feeling a bit restless.  And for some reason I still can't figure out, I felt like I needed to go out for a walk.  And yet, as I walked, my mind kept wandering back to the story of how Peter had apparently disappeared.

I wandered aimlessly.  It could have been twenty minutes.  It could have been an hour.  It was almost as if time had no meaning.  Like I was somehow in a space between one day and the next.

It didn't even dawn on me that the buildings were off.  Like there was no real source of light to see by.  Like the moon was different.

Instead, I just wandered.

Eventually though, I did notice something.  It was that note I I mentioned before.  And that flower.  At first, I picked up that flower and examined it.  As I did, it was as if the flower started to come back to life.  

Then I read the note.  And as I did, things became even stranger...

The note?  It appeared to be written by Peter.  It was about how one night he was trying to get something from a classroom on his college campus, but instead he ended up in what was almost another reality.  A reality where he was now a girl known as Mitsuru.  A girl from a video game.

A girl who, as the note ended, was about to lead an attack on the final boss from that video game.  

A girl who wrote this note to warn people that something similar could happen to them.

To be honest, I didn't believe the note.  I couldn't help but think that it was a hoax.  And yet, despite that, I didn't crumple or destroy the note.  Instead, I simply folded it up, and tucked it into my pants pocket along with the flower.

That is before I started to walk again.

And yet as I started walking again, I realized that everything felt off around me.  It felt weird.  It felt like.... I don't know how to describe it.  At least not in words.

The feeling grew worse as I looked up at the moon.  For as I looked up, it was as if the moon itself changed.  It went from one of the more waxing stages to being a full moon.  And on top of that, it started to glow green.

If that wasn't freaky enough in and of itself, I started to notice other things.  Things like the buildings around me, even with their lights off, had an eerie red glow to them.  Then there's the fact that I was walking past streets and buildings that I flat out did not recognize, despite the fact that I'd lived in this town my whole life.  Even the very architectural styles felt like they belonged somewhere else altogether, and not in this city.

I was so freaked out by how different the world around me started to appear that I completely missed the changes that were happening to me.  For example, I didn't notice when my hair color changed to red, and became long.  Nor did I notice when my hair became adorned by ribbons and bows.

The fact that my jeans and T-shirt became a low cut, long skirted Gothic Lolita style dress probably were the first changes to myself that I noticed, if only because I felt the cold night air blowing up against my chest.  And yet, despite feeling that, it didn't really register with me how that feeling wasn't right.  Instead I was so focused on the world around me.

And yet if I had noticed that, I would of started to freak out about my own changes.  After all, that would of meant looking down and noticing that I now had a pair of breasts.  Thus my waist slimming down, and my hips flaring out went unnoticed a bit longer as well.  As did the other changes, like my facial features altering, and becoming feminine, my arms and legs becoming long, slender, and feminine, and most importantly my genitals going through their own drastic changes.

Instead, the first change I noticed about myself was that for some reason, the name 'Jet' felt off to me.  Like it wasn't mine.  Like it belonged to someone else.  As I thought about that, other things... Other memories that felt like they weren't mine, but were mine came up unbidden.

Memories of sketching at the Port Island Station.  Memories about I have to take a drug to keep my only friend I had from going crazy.  Memories about committing crimes.  Memories of a boy(?!?)...  A boy I had feelings for...

It was as that last batch of memories hit me that I came to a stop.  And when I did, I noticed that there were two other people with me.  A pair of boys.  Neither one of them were the boy I now had feelings for.

“We have to stop them here.  Tonight.  Otherwise they'll make it to the top, and The Dark Hours will stop.” The first boy, who I remembered was called Takaya, said.

“Agreed.” said the second boy, who I remembered as being known as Jin.

I on the other hand, remained silent.  Even as a group of people entered the room we were in.  Two of which my gaze were instantly drawn to.  The first a boy.  A boy I was happy to see, and yet afraid to see at the same time.  It was Junpei, the boy who I now had feelings for (and yet part of me shouted that I shouldn't have these feelings, that I was really a boy myself!)

The other person was a redheaded girl.  One who I stared at and asked a single, one word question in the form of a name, “Peter?”  And yet as I asked that question, I knew that was the wrong name.  That her name was Mitsuru.

Despite that though, Mitsuru looked at me in shock.  As if she'd never expected me to know that name, or to call her it.  Unfortunately, I would never get to tell her why I called her that.

I also unfortunately would never get the time to explore what could have been with Junpei.

Instead, Jin and Takaya attacked the group, and things quickly spiraled out of control...