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Local Girl Turns Into Girl

trans!fem shouto hit by sex swap quirk

rated Teen and Up for language

TW transphobia mention, misgendering, internalized transphobia, hate crime, F slur, implied abuse (endeavor)

word count: 4.5k

NOT posted on Ao3. Do not repost.

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Todoroki Shouto is not a boy.

“Oh! Yeah, he told me he’s going to be here soon.”

He’s not.

“There he is!”

He-

“My man! There you are, we were waiting!”

She-

Shouto grimaces, undetectable as normal. Bakugo still looks at him strangely.

Maybe Shouto isn’t a girl. Since obviously his brain can’t even catch up to the fact that he- she- wants to throw up every time they call him (her)-

“He looks a little ill.”

“Hey, Todoroki, are you okay?”

She forces a neutral expression, looking up at Kirishima, “Yeah, I’m fine, sorry.”

“Fuckin’ act normal Icy Hot, don’t want the extras knowing you have no social life.” Bakugo scoffs, nudging her forward.

Normal. Right.

She nods, ignoring the scolding Mina is giving Bakugo. She knows the blond has no tact, but he’s still right. She’s 18. She can be normal.

The word is warm on her tongue, fuzzy where it’s usually sharp.

She.

She smiles, ignoring the look Bakugo is giving her.

“-Should ask him. Todo, what do you think?”

“Huh?”

“Kirishima was wondering if you want to go to the athletic store with the boys, me and Jirou are going to get some socks.” Mina fills in, bouncing on her feet.

Shouto laments silently when she feels the fuzzy warmth leave her body.

“Oh,” She mumbles, “I kind of need socks,”

Jirou shrugs, “No problem if you want to come with us.”

Shouto nods, looking over at Kirishima, “Sorry.”

The redhead waves him off, “Don’t worry bro! We’ll catch up with you at the food court in an hour!”

Mina grabs Shouto’s arm, linking her with the other girls.

The fuzzy feeling festers within her brain.

“So! Todoroki, we were going to head to a girl’s shop, if that’s okay with you. They should have plain ones too.” Mina squeezes her elbow, rubbing her side up against the taller girl.

Shouto nods, “That’s fine.”

“You know, Todoroki, I admire your willingness to push gender norms, you let Hagakure put makeup on you last week when none of the other boys would,” Jirou observes, looking past Mina at her.

Shouto nods absently, “Made me feel pretty.”

Jirou grins, “That’s exactly what I’m saying. We should have Momo make you a dress when we get back, you have the legs for it.”

Shouto finds herself blushing.

No one has ever said something like that to her.

“Okay,” She hums, looking around at all the skirts and dresses they pass as they enter the store.

Mina and Jirou grin at each other.

They split up at the shoe section, each moving on to their own taste in clothing.

Shouto is looking down at a pair of baby pink socks with frills on them, wondering absently what her father would do if he found out she’d bought those with his money.

She must be staring for quite a while, enough to catch someone’s attention. She feels a hand push against her back.

She whips around, ice spreading on her right cheek.

“Didn’t know they let fags in here, you fuckin’ creep.” The man sneers, crossing his arms.

Shouto recoils at the slur, she may be socially inept, but she’s not ignorant. She knows what that means.

The man’s yellow eyes narrow, he straightens, standing at least three inches shorter than Shouto herself. “Hey, you’re number one’s kid aren’t you. Endeavor?” He sneers, “Wonder what he would do if he found out his spoiled prodigy was lookin’ at girl shit. Bet he’d fuckin’ kill you, seems like the type.”

You’re not wrong there.

The man hums, assessing Shouto, looking her up and down, “Actually, I think I can make that happen.”

Shouto stiffens, creating an Ice dagger in her palm, prepared for a fight.

The man reaches a hand out and grabs Shouto’s shirt, dragging her forward, before spitting directly in her face.

Shouto squawks vision whiting out for a moment as a wave of intense pain travels through her body. It feels like her nerves are being set on fire, inch by inch. Eating her alive.

She un-tenses when it finally dissipates, what the fuck was that??

The guy snorts at her, “You’re welcome bitch,” and then turns on his ass and sprints out of the store before she can freeze him to the floor. Too dazed to react, Shouto simply stares down at her hands.

Were her nail beds always that narrow?

Okay, he definitely used his quirk on her, she just has no fucking idea what it was.

She looks up, only to find Jirou and Mina staring at her- directly at her.

“Todoroki, did you just shrink six inches?” Mina asks, looking behind her as if the real Todoroki is hiding not right there.

“Uh-” She chokes, was that seriously the guy’s quirk??

“Did you get hit by a quirk, Todoroki?” Jirou squints at her, “You seem different.”

Shouto blinks, “The guy, he uh, ran that way-” Shouto points to the exit.

Jirou’s head swivels in the direction of Shouto’s finger, “Well,” she frowns, “he’s gone now.”

Mina turns Shouto in circles, investigating her, “We should get back to UA, just in case.

Shouto nods, following numbly as they pull her out of the store, Mina calling the boys to let them know that they’re leaving.

Shouto raises a hand to feel around her nose, where the man’s spit had landed. It’s dry, which she assumes means it absorbed into her skin somehow. Great, probably another part of his dumbass quirk.

When they finally reach the school, Shouto is ushered into Recovery Girl’s office by a peeved Aizawa.

“You’re telling me that an unknown man used his quirk on you in the middle of the mall and all three of you combined did… nothing?” He repeats, bewildered.

“To be fair,” Shouto interjects, hopping onto the familiar crinkly bed cover, “They weren’t near me, and I was slightly distracted by the fact that a civilian spat in my face.”

Aizawa bristles “He did what?!” and turns to the girls.

Jirou is glaring at Shouto, who just shrugs, “Well Todoroki neglected to mention that.”

The man turns back to Shouto, “Kid, did he do anything else?”

Recovery Girl comes over, patting Shouto on the back and gesturing for her to turn away from the group, “I’m just going to check your vitals young man, you can keep talking.”

Shouto nods, “Well he called me a slur, that’s all your missing.”

Aizawa sighs, Shouto raises her arms to let Recovery Girl lift up her shirt.

She swings her socked feet lightly in the air, reveling in the fact that they no longer touch the ground.

Recovery girl hums, using her stethoscope and otoscope, “You can put your shirt back on now, dearie.”

Shouto hums, grabbing it and sliding it over her arms, looking down for only a moment to fix the chest portion-

Do her pecs usually look like that?

They’re… pointier, about the same size, but peak at her nipples instead of rounding smoothly.

She pokes one, it’s… squishy? More so than usual.

That’s odd.

She pulls the shirt on the rest of the way, deciding she can investigate further in her room later. Swiveling around, she turns toward her classmates.

“Well, Todoroki is in good health, nothing appears to be wrong,” Recovery Girl sighs, writing something down on her chart, “however, and I haven’t completely confirmed this, I believe the quirk he was hit with changed his sex.”

Huh.

Shouto stares down at her legs contemplatively as her teacher and friends burst into question.

She rubs them together subtly, noticing for the first time, the lack of an extra appendage.

If it’s gone, does that mean she has a-

“TODOROKI HAS A PUSSY?!” Mina shouts, only to be slapped in the back of the head by Jirou and Aizawa simultaneously.

Recovery Girl stares at the girl, “While I wouldn’t put it like that, that’s what I assume, yes. Todoroki, dear, you could go check?”

Shouto shakes her head, “No need,” her voice cracks, and she coughs.

RG frowns, “It seems like the rest of the quirk is taking effect slowly, I assume we’ll find you have ovaries and a uterus as well.” She sighs, “I can use my quirk on you, but I doubt it’ll do anything. We’ll have to find the man and have Aizawa use his quirk on him, or wait for it to run its course.”

Shouto nods, stomach sinking at the thought of the quirk turning her back.

She answers a few more questions and agrees to stay with a friend to monitor her symptoms overnight.

“Now, I know this is strange, but I’m going to request that you stay with a female classmate tonight, it goes against school policy to allow boys and girls to bunk together but Todoroki is technically a girl right now. It would prevent any… mishaps.” She finishes, looking pointedly at Aizawa.

“Yes,” the man agrees, “I feel that would be appropriate. I’ll explain the situation to Iida so he doesn’t have an aneurysm.”

Mina snorts and grabs Shouto’s hand, “That’s a good idea, sensei. Can we take Todoroki back to the dorms? You’re close with Yaomomo, right?” She smiles at Shouto, pulling him out of the room when Aizawa nods.

“Um,” she pauses, “well, yes I suppose I am.”

“Great! I’m sure she’ll be happy to host you if you’re comfortable with it. As much as I want to bother you all night, I think you’ve had a busy enough day.” She grins sheepishly.

Shouto hums, letting Jirou take her other hand as they lead her through the front door of Heights Alliance.

“Hey!! Guys what happened, is Todoroki okay?” Kirishima calls out from the kitchen where Bakugo seems to be making the lunch they missed.

Mina skips over to them, dragging Shouto like a rag doll behind her. Jirou lets it happen, the traitor.

“Yeah! He got hit by a quirk, is all.”

“Oh?” Kirishima’s eyebrow quirks, “What kind?”

Mina looks to Shouto expectantly, who doesn’t really want to open her mouth at the moment.

“We’re not going to judge you if your voice cracks, Todoroki, we’re mature,” She directs this at Kaminari, who has made himself comfortable on a barstool.

He raises his hands and hunches back on himself.

Shouto nods, already able to tell that her voice has finished changing. It’s smooth when she talks, lacking the gaps and scratches that come with puberty. “It was a gender swap quirk.” Her higher, smoother voice explains.

Bakugo drops the knife he’s holding, jerking his head around to face her, “You go through reverse puberty or somethin’ Icy Hot?”

Shouto huffs, tucking her slowly growing red hair behind her ear, “Not reverse, I’m in a girl’s body.” I’m in the right body.

“Shit dude,” Kirishima winces, obviously assuming Todoroki is uncomfortable with the idea, “do they know when they can fix it? Is it gonna wear off soon?”

Hopefully not. Her subconscious recoils at the idea.

“Well,” She clears her throat, “Aizawa-sensei said if they find the guy who did it, he would try using his quirk, but otherwise we don’t know if it’ll wear off.” She explains, ignoring the looks of sympathy on the boys’ faces.

“So you have all the… equipment?” Kaminari waggles his eyebrows.

Kirishima smacks the back of his head, “Dude don’t ask him that.” He reprimands.

Shouto stiffens, shifting on her feet.

Mina frowns, “Let’s go get you some more comfortable clothes, Todo.” She suggests, giving her an out.

She nods, following the pink-haired girl out of the kitchen, listening to Bakugo smack Kaminari with a spatula.

Mina grins at her apologetically when they arrive at Momo’s door. “She should be here, Jirou said she was studying.”

Shouto frowns, “I don’t want to bother her-”

Mina’s already knocking.

“Coming!!” A brief rustle of papers, and the door swings open to reveal a slightly disheveled Momo. She lets out a heavy breath, moving the loose hair from her face, reaching up to pull it into a messy ponytail, “Todoroki, I heard you were hit by a gender-swapping quirk?”

She nods, but Mina answers for her, “Yeah, I figured we could get her some comfy clothes.”

“My clothes are plenty comfortable,” Shouto pouts, tugging at her waistband. Well, they don’t fit her as well now, shirt sagging on her shoulders and pants tighter around her hips. They pool around her ankles, falling over the shoes that are noticeable bigger than they were a few hours ago. Maybe she could use better clothes.

Momo seems to agree, humming as she looks Shouto up and down.

“Yes, right, well come in then. Ignore the mess I was organizing papers.”

“Class Rep even on a Saturday I see,” Mina teases.

Momo blushes, distracting herself by welcoming Jirou in as well, closing the door behind the four of them.

“Right, Shouto, do you know your measure-” Momo pauses, poking a manicured nail into her lip, “I suppose your previous measurements are irrelevant, oh well, we’ll re-do them.” She pulls a protein bar out of her desk drawer and produces a tape measure from her arm as she chews, “Turn around for me.”

Jirou chuckles as Shouto stands in just her saggy boxers and a temporary sports bra, waiting patiently for Momo to finish, “I keep having to remind myself that you’re not a girl, you look really good, Todoroki.”

Shouto hums, looking off to the side in lieu of answering.

Jirou stills, “You- actually, maybe I’m wrong.”

Shouto looks up at her, a puzzled expression mimicking both Mina and Momo’s.

“What do you mean, Jirou?” Mina presses, looking awkwardly between the girls.

“Shouto if you were able to choose what assigned gender you had what would you pick?” Jirou looks her in the eyes, expression serious.

Despite the fact that Shouto’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of her body, she doesn’t think she’s ever felt more comfortable. Surrounded by people that won’t judge her, that think only the best of her.

Mina seems to catch on, patting her shoulder, “Yeah! We won’t mind, Yaomomo can adjust what she creates to make you comfortable.”

Momo nods when Shouto looks back at her, tape measure still wrapped around her neck.

Shouto nods, mainly to herself, “I- I want to be a girl. Before the quirk, I did too,” she whispers, practically inaudible with how quiet she is. But they hear, of course they do. They’ll listen to her.

Jirou smiles gently, “Do you want us to call you ‘she’? Momo can make you some more feminine clothes if you’d like. Unless you’re not comfortable, we can give you some to wear in private.”

Shouto considers this, on one hand, she doesn’t think she’s ever wanted something more, but on the other, she’s… terrified. Absolutely petrified of what they’ll say, of what her friends will say.

“If anyone pulls shit, I will personally kick their ass,” Mina adds, surprisingly sincere, her expression makes Shouto pity anyone who crosses her.

Jirou nods, “Plus, one of Kirishima’s moms is trans, I’m pretty sure he’ll actually murder someone if they try anything.”

Shouto blanches, “She is?”

Jirou nods, “Yeah, you didn’t see him showing pictures of her last Mother’s day? Apparently she’d only come out a few months before, he was so happy.”

Shouto frowns, “I… guess I didn’t.”

“Yeah, plus like eighty percent of our class is queer in some way, and I don’t think anyone is transphobic, especially since grape bitch is gone; Shinsou’s like… so gay.” Mina bounces on her heels.

“We just want you to be comfortable, Shouto,” Momo adds softly.

Shouto feels her right eye begin to burn, the wetness of tears pooling at the bottom. She gasps, face crumpling slightly when a sob breaks free.

“Thank you guys,” She sniffs, using the tissue Momo hands her to wipe her eye, “I don’t think I can do this by myself anymore.”

“It’s okay, babe,” Mina tugs her into a hug, patting her back soothingly, running her manicured nails through Shouto’s now shoulder-length hair.

“Do you want us to help you get ready? If you need anything or- want to try shaving or makeup. Stereotypical, I know, but sometimes it makes me feel better.” Momo offers.

Jirou nods, “If you want, of course, none of that is necessary. You’re plenty beautiful as you are, ya know. I wasn’t lying earlier.”

Shouto’s cheeks flush. She knows Jirou is gay, but hearing her tell Shouto she’s pretty- for some reason just feels so good. She’s attracted to women- and she’s attracted to Shouto.

“I’ve- never shaved before, I don’t- didn’t- grow facial hair, really. I’d like to try, and see how I feel about it.” Shouto mumbles into Mina’s shoulder.

“Alright,” Mina scratches Shouto’s scalp, mussing the red and white hair together, “Let’s get you to the baths, yeah? It’ll be relaxing. You’ve had a long day and it’s only 2 PM.”

Shouto sniffs, smiles at her, and follows when they lead her out of the room.

“I’ll be there in a moment when the clothes are ready. I’ll just make you some lounge clothes, for now, Shouto. We can go shopping soon and find out what you actually like.” Momo waves them off down the hall.

They make it to the common room before someone finds them.

“Todoroki-”

Shouto practically jumps out of her skin at the sound of her teacher’s deep voice, she turns quickly, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Sensei?” Jirou speaks for her.

“I need to talk to Todoroki for a moment if you don’t mind.” Aizawa looks over to Shouto, expression almost… regretful?

“Is it about the quirk?” Shouto finally finds her voice, stepping closer to Mina.

The man nods.

“They can stay.” She nods to the girls, standing up straighter.

Aizawa’s jaw tenses, but he nods, “Well, the police tracked down the man who did this via camera footage and his past… record. Uh, we’ll have to have a meeting with your father about options but- the quirk is permanent. Changes your entire body structure and hormone output completely. As far as they know there’s not much they can do but I’m sure your father will find help.”

Shouto thinks her heart is going to explode.

Her voice wavers, and she grips onto Mina’s hand hard, “They- they’re sure it’s permanent?”

Aizawa nods, mouth drawn in a thin line, “Yes, as you know the longest temporary quirk ever recorded lasted for six months. The man used it on his mother when he was 4, she never changed back. That was 27 years ago.”

Shouto feels her eye burning again, but holds herself back, “Don’t tell my father.”

Aizawa stiffens, “Todoroki, legally we have to tell him, and I’m sure you want him to help fix this-”

“There’s nothing to fix.” She seethes, looking strictly at the ground,” I’m an adult. I’m a woman. That’s it. This is how it always was, now I just look the part.”

Aizawa blanches, “You- were transgender? I didn’t- my apologies Todoroki. I didn’t mean to insinuate that you needed to be fixed-”

Shouto un-tenses, “You didn’t know, it’s fine. But Endeavor will still think that, and I don’t need him breathing down my neck right now.”

Aizawa nods, “Of course, that’s reasonable.”

Jirou hums, “You’re awfully accepting of this sensei, I’m pleasently surprised.”

Aizawa sighs, rubbing his temple, “I’m a trans man, and have a husband, there’s no room to be phobic of any kind.”

“Really?!” Mina gasps, “OMG nobody even knew, Sensei! That’s so cool!!”

He snorts, shaking his head fondly, “I’ll leave you three to it, UA will pay for any supplies or clothes that you need.”

“Thank you, Sensei.” Shouto nods, allowing her friends to tug her in the direction of the baths.

“Todoroki!” Mina squeals when they shut the door behind them.

Shouto breathes, steam puffing from her mouth as her quirk flares, “It’s permanent.”

Jirou slaps her on the back, “Damn right it is.”

She lets herself relax, shoulders slumping and mouth softening into a smile.

Mina snorts, “Your dad is gonna shit his pants.”

Jirou laughs, “Holy shit you’re right, when are you going to tell him? Or like… your mom.”

“I think mom already knows, same with Natsu. I’ll tell the rest of them at family dinner. It’s not like I have to come out, I’m technically cis right now.” Shouto says, beginning to take her clothes off.

“Oh that’s right, aren’t two of your siblings dating pro heroes? That’s wild.” Jirou muses.

“Officially Hawks is just Touya’s parole officer.” Shouto corrects, “but they’re definitely fucking at the very least.”

Mina gasps, “Dabi is gay?!!?”

Jirou and Shouto stare at her.

“Yes,” they drone at the same time.

Momo met them halfway through their bath, bringing Shouto’s clothes with her. They got her dressed and brushed through her (mid-back length) hair which Mina offered to braid.

“Todoroki-” Mina gasps when she turns the girl back around to face them, “I think I’m gay.”

“We know you’re gay Mina,” She rolls her eyes, looking back at Shouto, “but I know what you mean.”

Shouto turns to the mirror Momo is holding out for her, reaching for the handle with deft fingers.

The woman staring back at her is one Shouto only ever saw in her best dreams.

Most things are basically the same. Her high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and straight nose, are all still there. Her eyes are still narrow and scar spread over her left eye and ear. But her face is overall much softer, lacking the intensity she’d grown used to avoiding in mirrors. It’s so mild but so noticeable.

Her hair has been braided, courtesy of Momo, the end pulled over her shoulder, reaching the top of her bra. Which- holy shit- is something Shouto never thought she’d be able to say.

She’d never thought breasts would suit her, but she supposes that was the internalized transphobia because she fucking loves this. Loves the way she now has to adjust to them.

The rest of her body changed too, of course. Her stomach is no longer as toned, of course, the hard muscle is still there, just underneath a layer of fat that protects her new organs. Her arms are smaller, still thick with muscle that she can visibly admire, as well as her shoulders that are broad, but considerably less so than before.

Her legs have always been on the lean side, most of the muscle shaped in the way an ice skater’s would be. They haven’t changed much, except for her wider hips and shorter legs. Her shoe size was relatively small before and hasn’t changed enough to warrant new shoes, which Shouto is oddly grateful for. It’s… a lot to handle at once. The familiarity is comforting.

She’s slightly shorter than Momo now, which is bizarre, but Shouto is very pansexual and has no complaints.

“I’m gonna throw up.” She grits, tugging back lightly on the hands that are dragging her down the hallway.

“No you’re not.” Jirou pats her back, “You’re going to go out there and they’re all going to fall in love with you, and then we will play Monopoly and kick Bakugo’s ass and also get food because I am starving.”

Shouto snorts, still vibrating with nerves.

“If you’re uncomfortable we can leave, but I assure you there’s nothing to be nervous about.” Momo offers, shooting her a smile.

She nods, steeling herself, before releasing herself from Mina’s grip and walking out into the common room.

“Shoutoooooo…oooo?” Midoriya drops his raised arms, blushing intensely, “You- look- wow- did the- the girls- they- yeah- you- okay-” He plops himself back on the carpet where he’d been sitting, a haunted look on his crimson face.

“Woah- Todoroki the quirk hasn’t worn off yet?” Kirishima grins, sharp teeth gleaming, “You look great!”

Shouto fiddles with the waistband of the sweatpants Momo made her, paired with the loose cropped hoodie and fuzzy socks, she’s pretty sure she’s never been more comfortable.

“Oh, it’s not going to.” She mumbles, giddy on the adrenaline she’s suddenly been rushed with. She’s going to tell them. (She’s going to tell them!!!)

Kirishima frowns, “Oh, I’m sorry man-”

“Girl-” Shouto corrects, looking up at him, “always have been, I just look like one now. Just… so you know.” She flushes at the attention when she realizes the entire class is looking at her.

Kirishima grins at her, “Forreal? you’re trans?!” He walks over to her, now much taller than her, he holds his arms out, “Can I give you a hug?”

Shouto stares up at him with wide eyes, taking in the fact that he’s now double her size, and nods absently. He bounces as he lunges at her, wrapping his (huge, holy shit) arms around her, gripping her tightly. Her face smushes into his shoulder, and she turns to the side to prevent being suffocated on muscle.

He pulls back after one last squeeze, smiling brightly down at her, “I’m really happy for you, Todoroki!” He leans down to whisper in her ear, “If anyone fucks with you, tell me, yeah?”

She nods, face burning, and he pats her on the shoulder before letting her get back to her friends.

Sero waves Shouto’s attention over to him, and he sits up straighter on the couch, “So you go by she/her and all that?”

“Yeah,” she confirms walking over to sit with Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, and Tsu.

The brunette squeals, gripping onto Iida’s shoulder what Shouto can only assume is painfully. “Ohmygosh!!! Todo you’re so pretty this is awesome, we didn’t even know!!”

Iida adjusts his glasses, either ignoring or not bothered by the leech attached to him, “I hope you know that you can tell us anything, Todoroki, but I am happy for you for coming out now.”

Shouto nods, looking over to Midoriya who is gaping openly at her.

“You-” Midoriya squawks, hands flapping wildly, “You’re gorgeous Shouto oh god I feel awful I didn’t even know and I’ve been calling you he the whole time but you’re not and-”

Shouto pats him on the head, “Midoriya, it’s okay, I never said anything.”

His watery eyes stare into her soul, “But you just got confirmation quirked, so obviously you’ve been out about it, or at least the girls knew-” He turns to Uraraka, who shakes her head.

“I didn’t get confirmation quirked-” Shouto corrects, but thinking about it, “Well, I did, but it was not planned. Actually, the guy thought he was ruining my life by permanently changing my gender.” She tilts her head thoughtfully, “I kind of want to thank him, but he spit in my face.”

Izuku sputters and Iida starts lecturing the man on Shouto’s behalf. Shouto finds her worries crumble one by one.

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