TG Story - The Social Media Hero Tail-chan (expanded)

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Mashirao Ojiro scowled as he looked over the evidence he had been collecting. Over the last few weeks a strange series of robberies had been plaguing the area of Musutafu which he regularly patrolled. For one thing every place that had been robbed seemed to have no employees, and the owners couldn’t seem to explain why their seemingly successful business had no one working there. This peculiar lack of workers seemed to play to the thieves' benefit, as at every location they were able to take the valuables with ease and erase any recordings that might have captured their presence. Ojiro however had stumbled upon something, the thief was following a pattern, slowly working their way around the district, and Ojiro knew exactly where they were going to hit next.

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The Villain who had taken to calling himself “One Nights” adjusted the tie of his suit as he scoped out his latest target, it was nothing special as far as banks went, but it was exactly the sort of target he prefered to rob. It was moderately successful, but in an out of the way enough location to not see much foot traffic, and he had carefully planned his robbery to take place on their slowest day, to limit the number of customers and employees in the building. He did another quick scan of the crowd passing by on the street making sure that no heroes were around, although his quirk was practically unbeatable, it varied in how quickly he could use it, time in which a skilled hero could quickly take him out. But luckily for him the crowd seemed devoid of any of the bright colors and costumes that would denote someone as a hero, a few business people here, a group of teen girls there, what looked to be a young man on his way to some sort of martial arts practice, and an elderly couple feeding the birds, nothing but boring civilians. 

Feeling secure in himself, One Nights made his way into the building. Greeting him behind the doors of the bank were two bored looking tellers, and an older manager counting money behind them. They all looked as if they didn’t want to be there, which was perfect for his quirk [Ema]. Taking a deep breath he activated [Ema], every second he used his quirk massively taxed his stamina, but the effects were nothing short of miraculous, like it’s namesake [Ema] had the ability to grant wishes, anytime someone in its rather short range made a wish verbally or mentally his quirk would grant it, changing their life to do so. Only One Nights himself would notice anything was different, which made his robberies even more perfect. 

One of the tellers, a young woman, was the first to activate his quirk. She wished she had called in sick today, and just like that, she was gone. Next the manager wished he had gone to music school against his parents wishes instead of spending his entire career at the bank, and he too had never worked there. Lastly the final teller wished he had asked the owner for a raise, and he was gone, probably fired for his impudence if One Nights had to guess, he never knew exactly what the results of people's wishes were, and those victims he had tracked down again had the results carry wildly in shape and form as to how the wish was granted, with the more open ended wishes having more varied results. It was none of his concern though, he was rich and they got what they wished for, so everyone came out on top, deactivating [Ema] he caught his breath and got to work cleaning out the bank. 

He was nearly finished and out the door, when something slammed into him, throwing him against the wall and knocking the wind out of him. “Stop criminal, I’m not sure how you made sure these businesses were empty, but your crime spree stops here!” A young voice barked at him as One Nights head was spinning. Standing in front of him was the plain looking boy in the Karate Gi from before, he was a hero?! This was disastrous, he was already exhausted from using his quirk earlier not to mention the blow he just took, what was even worse was that heroes were often so sure of themselves, and even the ones that weren’t kept their focus on stopping villains, not frivolous wishes in the middle of a fight, still he had to try, taking a rasping breath he activated [Ema] again. Still no wishes floated across the boy's mind as he approached the villain's crumpled form, “Dammit” One Nights called out in frustration “Why didn’t I notice such a plain looking hero”. And just like that, by sheer luck [Ema] found something to latch onto, it was only for a moment but it was there an unbidden thought in the hero’s mind, “I wish I was more noteworthy”, and just like that, he was gone, and One Nights breathed a sigh of relief.

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Ojiro jolted out of his stupor as he found himself sitting at his desk in the Heights Alliance dorms, his mind spinning for a moment as he tried to make sense of things, hadn’t he just been fighting a villain? He was wearing his costume, so that led him to think he was, but the more he thought about it the less sense it made. No he hadn’t been fighting a villian, he was in his dorm room but still something didn’t feel quite right, if he hadn’t been fighting a villain what had he been doing? An odd feeling on his body caused him to glance down, instead of his costume he was now wearing what appeared to be workout gear, but not his normal set, instead it was a tight girlish pink tank top, and an even tighter pair of athletic shorts. This didn’t phase him all though and it made him conclude he must’ve been preparing to exercise before the odd wave of confusion, it was the only conclusion that made sense so he decided to get on with it. Starting with a series of pull-ups on the bar in his room Ojiro got to work. With each cycle of up and down though his body began to shift and change, growing smaller and more lithe while still athletic. Once he was finished and dropped from the bar though, things still felt strange, glancing over his body he found he still looked the same as always, rather short for a guy at only 5’2” and a bit thin, but otherwise pretty plain. 

As Ojiro prepared for his next exercise he had an odd thought. Kaminari I had talked him into making a “Nowgram” account a few weeks ago, and although he had followed and been followed back by a few of his classmates, he hadn’t posted anything yet, maybe now was the time to do that? Pulling out his phone he snapped a quick picture of himself in the mirror, his face becoming slightly softer at the sudden light, it was nothing special and clearly taken by someone doing it for the first time but we went ahead and posted it anyway. As the photo uploaded his brain got a small rush, this whole social media thing was actually pretty fun, maybe he should do it more. 

Still he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, maybe more exercise was the answer. Dropping to the floor, Ojiro started a series of push-ups, as his body moved up and down his mind drifted back to the selfie he had taken, while it had given him a rush something felt off about it, he looked too…. boyish? But that couldn’t be right, he was a guy, of course he would look boyish, but the more he thought about it the more he found himself growing slightly jealous of the girls in his class, especially how much attention they got from the people around them. The more he thought about it as his body moved up and down two small bumps began to grow on his chest. His new breasts, while small, were noticeable enough to give his form a distinctly feminine shape.

 Hopping up from the ground Ojiro panted slightly, he had been able to get more push-ups done than the average person could, but still less than he normally did, but this didn’t factor much into his thoughts as he readied his phone to take another selfie, this one with a bit more expertise positioning himself to draw attention to his new chest. In the time since he posted his last photo his accounts had gained a few dozen new followers, friends of friends and such but still an impressive following for someone who had just started with social media. As the flash went off again new memories played across his mind, his martial arts classes as a child being supplemented with gymnastics, talent shows, and dance recitals, he still loved and kept up at his martial arts, being vital for his career as a hero, but the memories of cheering crowds started taking center stage in his mind, moving practice and tournaments won to the side. 

Ojiro still felt like something was missing in his workouts, when it hit him, music! Some good music was sure to take his mind off of the odd feeling. Pressing shuffle on his phone, he was slightly surprised when some rather girly pop came up, but he shrugged it off as his tail started tapping along to the music. As he hummed along to the music his body fell into a series of squats almost unconsciously, Ojiro didn’t mind though new memories of taking up the exercise to improve his figure settled into his mind. Said figure began to shift as he hummed along to the song, his hips flaring out, soon followed by muscled but clearly femine flesh being added to his thighs and ass, giving him quite the curvy figure. By the time his set was finished he was fully singing and dancing along to the music, his voice rising in pitch, leaving him with a very cutesy and feminine voice. 

“Ohhh time for another selfie!” He giggled happily as he pulled out his phone again, his follower base had expanded again this time into the thousands and not just on Nowgram, as other social media apps such as Bitter, MePipe, and Tok Tik found their way into his phone. Letting out a wide smile he posed before his mirror, making sure his new best feature was captured in the shot. Almost immediately after posting a flood of likes came in, sending another wave of excitement through his head. It was almost time for him to go out on patrol but he couldn’t help but feel like he was forgetting something.

“Oh duh! Makeup!” He said with a giggle as he sat down in front of the newly appeared vanity his room shifted around him, filling with all sorts of stuffed animals, nick nacks, and other girly decorations, even an area to record videos appeared as he took out a veritable ton of makeup and other products. With practiced skill he began expertly applying the makeup to his face, his lips puffing out slightly and features softening, leaving him with a cute and undeniably feminine face. He blew himself a kiss in the mirror and let out a fit of giggles, with each giggle his hair grew and grew, the blonde locks styling themselves into a large pair of pigtails that went down to his knees. Pretty soon though he was able to calm himself after all it was time to go on patrol!

He still felt giddy every time he put on his hero costume, it was a rather simple number, but had little parts designed to draw the eye, it consisted of a white leotard, black tights, and a blue belt around her waist (she had more than earned a black one but the blue looked so much cuter!) , on top of that she accessorized with jangly pieces of jewelry, brackets, a necklace and earrings, all of which were specially designed to lock in place during a fight to not get in the way. Smiling giddly he pulled out his smart phone for one last picture before patrol, sticking out his tongue playfully and holding up a peace sign he held the camera above him and snapped the photo, the flash of light sent a wave of pressure through his body, pressing down on his manhood, and then the instant the flash faded, she got the giddy feeling she always did when she took a good photo of herself! Setting the picture to upload to her millions of followers, Mashiraon Ojiro skipped out to go be a hero.

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In the heavily crowded streets of Musutafu’s most crowded shopping district a woman let out a scream, and the purse snatched now in possession of her belongings sprinted down the street. His quirk [Run Up] made it so that the longer he ran the faster and faster he got, and it had allowed him to commit his crimes with ease. This time however was different. Bounding from the rooftops and swinging from a lamp post with her prehensile tail, a young hero knocked him to the ground. The hero, although only a student, had quickly amassed quite the large number of followers on almost every platform imaginable, behind only those pro heroes who ranked in the top ten of popularity polls. Pumping her arm in victory she made sure the criminal was pinned before turning to the phone in her hand, currently streaming to her millions of followers, “See my loyal followers! The Social-Media Hero Tail-Chan will always stop the bad guys!” Posing cutely before her fans she felt on top of the world. Elsewhere in the city though, a series of strange robberies continued to go unsolved, but that was a concern for some other hero.