So We Meet, But We're Now Teenage Girls?

As the girls leave their homes, freedom unleashed as their new parents go off to work, Misha leaves the house, exploring the area to get to know the unknown environment she has found herself in.
As the clock turns 8.54, she looks at the street in front of her, with wide bending roads paved in clean tarmac, large gardened houses with lush greenery and modern architecture stylised in personal expression, she blinks before questioning, ‘Where the bloody hell am I?’
After breaking free of her overwhelmed state of shock and awe, she walks around the place, staring with amazement at each house she passes, as she continues her train of thoughts, ‘Why am I in such a beautiful part of the town? I was in a shithole like hours ago, now it seems I’m in some gated-like commune. This is weird.’
With each step she took, still heading down the street, she reasserts logic into her line of thinking as the grasp of the situation takes hold, grounding her to an inescapable situation. This is her new reality.
‘Well, I was a guy hours ago, but now after waking up as a cutey,' Misha monologues as she poses with two hands on her hips, 'it’s going to be obvious that I’m going to be somewhere totally different. Especially, finding out that I’m someone different,’ looking up and down the street with absent knowledge as she focuses her attention to decide which direction to take.
Determining where to go, Misha walks further down the street, coming across livelier parts of the middle-class built area, enjoying the little journey as attractive citizens pass by filling the empty spaces with day-to-day life.
Without even paying attention, she heads in the direction of a certain location that will become her consistent attendance, as she tries to enjoy the bright sunny day, ‘Can I just say, what a lovely day today. Well, I hope I…’ suddenly, it comes barrelling into view as Misha’s train of thought is interrupted. 

It was a Victorian-designed school, with red bricks contrasted by newly edited cream pillars and skirting, modern glass windows and windowsills arranged neatly amongst the brickwork. The front pathway in was expressively featured with aligned walkways cutting through green grass sections, as beautiful flower patches balance the empty spaces with nature.
A clocktower sits centrally in perfect view of the solid iron gates, as the exterior red brick walls surround the grounds, ensuring the easiness to find the school, with it's brass sign 'All-Girls Purford High School' engraved above the front entrance doors and into the right gate pillar.

After staring for a while at the grandeur presence of the school, Misha then smiles with excitement as anime references and desires flood her mind at the now possibility, ‘Is this the school I’m going to?’
A recent memory pops into mind, remembering the school uniform atop her chair, the emblem on her blazer with the school’s name. So, with certainty, she inspects the grand area of the front entrance, looking slowly at each detail, ‘So, this is where I’m going after the summer break… Heh. Looks like this might be fun, though.’
Like a 4th wall breaking character... well, she will be. In any case, she imagines stereotype anime all-girls scenes with a silly smile, thinking of all kinds of entertaining circumstances that she wishes to be involved in. However, her silly smile fades into a bleakly frown as she remembers the crappy times of her past life at school.
The depressive moments, the isolation. The fights and scars, her thoughts turning sad, ‘well, going back to school doesn’t sound like a great reincarnation situation, to be honest,' thinking that the past may repeat again.
But, the current circumstance brightens her mood as she then recollects her composure, thinking that with now a fresh start, she could try something different. ‘But who knows. I hope I can spend time with cutesy people like me, maybe…’ chuckling to herself at the brighter possibilities ahead in time.
With the day ahead, Misha leaves the front gates of the school after giggling for a moment to move on.

Now, onto Hannah's perspective, she leaves her house at 9.30am, exploring the area to get to know the new environs. She walks up the front gates, as a semi-detached street presents itself that came with uncanny yet homely familiarity, ‘This is like home, but at the same time… where the hell am I?’
Her footsteps stop at her garden’s gate, looking both up and down the street, she wonders what direction to take to begin exploring. She notices that the small yet expressively arranged front gardens and housing have their own personality showcasing a caring attention to appearances, comparatively different from her past home street.
A few mature women walk past, as their beauty grabs her attention momentarily, before noticing from that distraction that a shopping district is in view of her street, through the interchanges and off-side streets branching from her street's roadway.
‘Well, the people here must be quite spoiled for choice, given the level of beauty here,’ she monologues curiously.
At that minute of casual thinking of what to do next, with many options available to decide, a very attractive purple, wavy long haired, curvaceous woman walks on by as Hannah was in the middle of thinking of what to do.
‘But DAMN! Who was that!? Cause that… is definitely as if she is a special-seasoned 5-star character from a top-rated sexy-ass gacha game. Everyone would dump their wallets into mountains of cash to get her, I mean with that body of hers, I would totally spend my entire bank account to get her fully maxed if she was on the banner,’ memeing by emoting herself slamming her purse on a table's surface, imagining the woman's summoning animation.

Moving on from being silly with her gaming imagination, she finally decides to go right from her gate, seeing the off-street that has a sign of curiosity.
‘Anyways, let us go explore…,' sighing at the unwanted reference, 'Why am I being like Dora the retarded ‘explorer’?’
Hannah eventually makes it to a cross-junction, seeing the sign for ‘All-Girls Purford High School’ as she looks around to see if there is anything more interesting to do..
“So, it’s this way to the school, huh.”
Remembering the school logo and name on her uniform back home, she slowly makes her in the school's direction, trying to take in the scenery for the journey she’ll be taking for the school semester.
Preparing her mentality, she thinks strategically, ‘I mean, I’ll go see what this school is like, since it seems to be where I’ll be spending a lot of time at. Best to make sure after all.' As the walk continues, her joking attitude takes over, 'I bet I’m going to be like those anime girls that’s in awe when she sees the school for the first time. Na, I’m kidding. I bet it’s an average school, if I am enrolling in of-course, so I guess I should prepare for the indifferent expression that’s gonna be expected.’
Shrugging to the average thought of the school's image, she continues till she eventually arrives at the school grounds exterior, shocking Hannah as she lets her eyes fall upon the grandiose view of the school. Her face expresses awe at the impressiveness of the school’s grandeur, looking at the entire width of what she could see in all directions, before smirking.
'So, this is the school I’m going to… damn!’ Her excitement grows with each passing minute, ‘I can’t wait to go. Bet the girls here are gonna be great to hang out with, or even fun to tease, hehe.’
Hannah chuckles to herself at the memories she could make at this school for the semesters attended, eventually glancing at her phone, reading 9.50am, thinking of what to do for the rest of the day.

Back with Misha, she finally reaches some nearby shops, seeing varied stores to stop by, including clothing stores with perverted innuendos, like 'Crème Pied' and 'Stickit In Deap', thinking that all of this is rather surreal.
Finding a small shop for school preparations, called 'Bendin' Over For Cash', Misha pops in to check out the stationary items, conflicted on which colour and style to go for.
Looking at the pens in hand, ‘Hmm… this one. Na, too bland. Or this one, hmm… could work with this,’ pondering at what to choose.
The time passed by as morning came to afternoon as Misha kept up the indecisiveness through the store, until Hannah walked in as she was checking out the bags, perfectly crouched down to be unnoticed.
Hannah, on the other hand, decided on the quality of the item, making decisions easy and simple as she chooses from the same stationary shelves as Misha beforehand.
‘I’ll get this one, and then this one. Oh, I’ll need this too,’ Hannah thought plain and simply, grabbing what worked the best.
Like a simple skit, Hannah then moved to the bags Misha was just at, not realising that Misha had now moved again out of shot to buy her products, with again a perfect cover of Hannah to not notice her.
‘Okay, what to get? Hmm… the amount to choose from is quite small, I wonder why. Anyways, this seems great to use, and this looks… alright.’ 
With perfect timing, Misha leaves the store in enough time to miss Hannah, choosing to go back home for the day, out of view completely as Hannah then buys her items and leaves the store.

As each girl relaxes with their mums for lunch, both exploring a little more of their city, seeing more and kore sexual jokes with each passing store and place, Hannah was watching TV after returning home to then hear the News host name the city as he describes the weather for her region.
“Pfft… Secsland. What is this? Hentai central?” Hannah laughs, sitting on the sofa scrolling her photos from before to see what she was like before.
Then, the News host drops ‘Boobingham’ as he talks about the local news.
Slapping her knee as she childishly giggles, “Boobingham?! What kind of sexual joke is that? Well, for me, I so wanna meet the guy who decided this city’s identity; seems like my kind of man!”
She thumbs ups the screen.
On Misha's side, she checked through more files to find her address, thinking the information is smart to acknowledge for the future, where she ends up finding out the city’s name.
Skimming through the file, looking for the address section, she discovers the street, house phone number, family name called 'Livington', and other details, ‘Oh, so this is where I am… but. Boobingham?’
She raises an eyebrow, “What the actual fuck is that kind of naming policy?! Was the MP councillor taking lube and Viagra before the city-naming conference?”
Blinking twice with disappointment, she returns the file into the drawer, enjoying the day checking herself in the mirror with the clothes in her closet.

The first day goes by as the two girls enjoying the night in their new beds snuggled in peacefully, when the two decide in the morning for a new adventure.
Starting with Misha, she heads further into the rich side of town, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of the sights of sexually innuendo stores, furthering the implication that this world is unusually bold and shameless with their naming policies.
"What the hell are these names?" Misha questions blankly staring, as she peeks into a business named 'Bush Blowout', realising it's a salon, raising an eyebrow at another named 'Suckat Nipul', before finding out it's a convenience store for groceries and other edible goods.
She finally checks into a small clothing store funnily named 'Topp Titts', chuckling briefly before spending some time inside, enjoying the also comically named brands filling the store.

For Hannah, she giggles as she passes a music building called ‘Jammy DeeJeez’s', as the crowding daily commuters pay no attention to the store's name, getting on with their usual routines. The store was stationed next to a wide 1 story-high building, shaped with two paired round domes as it's rooftop.
With a facial expression of finally understanding the city's name, smirking with wide eyes, she shamelessly proclaims, “Ooo… oh, I get it now. The reason why the city is called ‘Boobingham’ is because of. These. Huge. Boobahangaloongus!” She punches the air with both fists, “This. Is. My. Isekai!”
The passers by look on with confusion, wondering what this crazy girl is doing. Hannah, after going back to normal, returns home with no embarrassment as the excitement of furthering the exploration of a new world burns brighter.

The next day after a wonderful time spent at the stores as a normal chillout day passes, Misha enjoys a conversation with her mum over an afternoon dinner, thinking this new life is a fresh change from the previous one with arguments and broken relationships.
“So, Misha, my little sweetheart, want to enjoy a shopping outing with me this weekend?” Misha's mum, named Georgina, asks with a sweet tone of affection, dressed warmly with a white, fluffy one-piece dress, stockings and matching designed flat-heels.
 Misha smiles cutely, responding with a feminine head tilt, “Yeah, I would love to mum.”
Smiling warmly at the cuteness, Georgina replies “Aww, my cute little sweetheart. You make me so proud to be a mum to such an adorable princess.”
“Well, I would love to look like a princess if you could help me. The stores in our neighbourhood look amazing with incredible selections of clothes, but I don’t have enough money to get them to make you look proud,” Misha says, expressing innocence.
“Aww, you’re just too pure! Well, of-course, but don’t you worry about it. Mum has it all sorted,” whipping out a credit card with a confident smile of competence.
Misha's eyes sparkle with gratitude, “Mmm, thankyou mum.”
Contrastingly to the goody two-shoes, she internally smirks cheekily, ‘Well… that was too easy.’
After a filling meal, Misha feeling full and fulfilled from such a great mother's cooking, Georgina hands her some allowance money as she heads to work, Misha smiling at the amazing amount handed to her.
Realising that it was perfect for a great shopping day before saving for another day, she checks the time to plot the rest of the day in town, getting changed into a cute outdoorsy outfit, before heading to town for some stores to pass the time.
Her first official inner city big store was called ‘Cutey-Cream Pye’, giggling at the innuendo due to coming to terms with the ridiculous names, ‘Eh…, hehe. Well, time to enjoy this,’ opening the store door with impatience to head in for the long afternoon shopping.

Hannah has also headed into town, due to being told to make dinner for herself yet she chose to go to town for lunch, picking a fancy restaurant with her own allowance.
 ‘Ah… that was filling, but,’ she thinks as she rubs her belly feeling fat from the meal, 'anymore and I’ll probably puke.’ Then, thinking of her past life, wondering about why this was the case, she realises, ‘Right, as a girl, I can't eat as much due to my past appetite being bigger, and was unhealthy too. So, from now on, smaller meals than the one I just had… since, it was too much.’
She walks out into the shopping district, crossing her arms before checking the time on her phone for what to do next for the day.
‘Hmm… ah-ha! I know. I saw a hilariously named store nearby, so for now, I’ll enjoy it for the time-being,’ Hannah amusingly thinks as she jolly steps to the destination.

As Hannah approaches the store, named 'Bowncy Bops', a super cute customer leaves with a bag in hand, ‘Oh, my. The blue hair, the golden eyes, the small stature; just so cute! I wish I could adopt her…’

Misha leaves the store named 'Bowncy Bops', briefly noticing the girl waiting to enter the store, ‘Aww, what lovely green hair… she must have brushed it professionally,’  as she glances before casually focusing onto the next destination, ‘well… moving on.’
Hannah enters the store, only to realise it’s a normal clothing store, ‘Sigh, I was hoping for some exotic items to check out but… it was just a regular yet cute clothing store. Well. Names can be deceiving, but now I’m just thinking; Is every store a naughty joke with sexual insinuations…?’

As the day continues, Misha heads further into town, noticing another store with an interesting name, ‘Clitify Music’.
‘Clit…(sighs) are you kidding me? Oh wait, it’s music. I am curious about what kind of stuff they have in this world. I guess I could go in for a bit,’ Misha thinks, curious about the names of the bands inside.
Looking at the rows of music albums, she sees that even the bands are just as funny as the shops, seeing names such as ‘Mephalluca’ and ‘Finger Swift’, laughing to herself at them. After the entertaining time inside, not buying any due to feeling an urge for some other wearable products, she leaves the shop, as the same green-haired girl comes into view, approaching the same store.
Misha's thoughts began to grow with paranoia, brushing it off with simple coincidence, ‘Wait, is she following me? Can’t be… huh, whatever.’
After a great walk around the district, Hannah also watches the blue-haired girl leave the store, smiling to herself for being able to see the cutey again. ‘Oh, the blue-haired cutie; I got to see her again. Yata! Fate must be with me. Hallelujah!’
After watching the blue-haired girl leave her sight, she reacts in the same way to the published bands aligning the rows, such as ‘Scavenged Virgin-Hole’ and ‘Upon Masterbay-shun’, laughing to herself as she holds her stomach from the hilariousness abundance.
“That… was. Fucking hilarious!” Hannah laughs aloud as she leaves the store.
After laughing outside the store from the ridiculous band names, she leaves to check the other stores in the area for some snacks, deciding to take some home when she feels a little peckish.
Misha pops into a gaming store called ‘Smash & Pass’, looking at this world’s anime figurines and merchandise, seeing many similarities from the old world with series like 'Dragon Deez Balls' and 'One-Free Whole'.
After seeing a few items, spending money to get what she liked inside the shop, she left with another bag in hand, only for the same green haired girl to come towards the shop out of the crowd, as if it's parting for her to see.

Comedy timing. 

‘She’s there again… She’s. She’s gotta be following me. There’s no way she’s there again. I’ll get away as fast as possible,’ Misha monologues, as the suppressed paranoia rises. 
However, from Hannah’s perspective, she wanted to find a manga store due to thinking that her bedroom was lacking manga and games and needed some stuff to entertain her boredom when she has nothing to do.
‘I want to see some cute anime characters,’ Hannah thinks. Well, she thinks in this scene, ironically wanting to see fictional characters when Harry has become one. ‘Anyways… enough of the narrator being a prick. Let’s go see some cute cat girls,’ Hannah says, speaking straight to me; the author.
The blue-haired girl then appears leaving the store Hannah had come across for some manga, smiling with gratefulness, ‘Again! It's that cutey! Huh. Must be like one of those conveniently placed anime moments you tend to see in a comedy romance skit.’
Now, after the moment of perceived stalking, Misha had walked away quickly, distancing herself before panting as she comes to a stop, internally questioning, ‘Did I lose her…? Well, that was random, but now. What to do…,' then as if plotted, a lightbulb lights up in her mind, 'oh, I’ll check the outer shops near the tourist area, since that girl won’t be able to follow me. I think…,’ bonking her own head, ‘Don’t jinx it.’

After a while, the evening skies turning the city into a golden glaze, Hannah got distracted by a beautiful busty girl, following her for a little before stopping to look around her, realising it’s a main tourist area. Probably.
‘Ah crap, where am I? Ha, just kidding. I was deliberately following that hot babe because of her powerfully entrancing rack and now… where the actual hell am I?’ Hannah face palms, looking left and right. Yep, she's lost.
To replace panic with relaxation, Hannah notices a cute-looking tourist shop hoping it would distract her from her confusion, going up the old oak plastered shop, looking through the window at the items for sale.
“Oh, wow… that’s beautifully sculptured. Like boobmafique levels of craftmanship,” Hannah jokingly comments at the item of a busty woman sculpture, next to city items like hats, toys and other similar goods. 
Unknown to Misha, she leaves the store, not having any vision of the green-haired girl at the front whilst inside, due to the shelf hiding her completely, until she turns to her right to see her crouching down at the window.
Paranoia peaks, ‘She’s stalking me… she’s stalking me! This is weirding me out. Get me outta here!!’
Hannah looks to her right, seeing the blue-haired girl leave the store, leaving the area as fast as possible after directly looking at each other.
Scratching her head, she ponders out loud, “Am I seeing a ghost or something…? Na, can’t be.”
Hannah shrugs as she leaves the store to look around as Misha, panicked and feeling stalked, heads into the nearby park to sit on a bench amongst the public filling the area, to hopefully deter the stalking perpetrator.

However, this is where the fun begins.

Misha sighs, ‘This is so tiring…,’ sitting in the centre of the park on a bench, laying back with no care anymore. Unfortunately for poor Misha, the green haired girl just simply sits next to her with no awareness of her surroundings, drinking a soft drink as she watches the people walk on by, enjoying the new sights around.
Then, Hannah notices to her right, ‘Oh, wait. It’s the blue-haired girl… wait. What should I say? Maybe 'Hi…?' No, that sounds awkward. How about 'Hello cutie’? Nope, that’s creepy. Maybe; ‘How’s it going sweetie?’ That sounds like a dumb pickup line.’
As the tense silence between them grows, Misha then blurts out, the green-haired girl overhearing with sudden surprise.

“Where the fuck is Harry when you need him?”

Hannah's eyes open wide, wondering with an impossible wish taking shape, ‘Wait, what did she just say? Harry? And that sounded like what Michael would say to me at times about other people… It couldn’t be.’ Hannah sighs, before clenching her fists with a decided intention, ‘Right! I’ll find out.’
Determined with a face of awkwardness, “Um, excuse me, I have something to ask you.”
Misha looks over with a shamelessly offensive expression, “Scuse me?”
With absolute acknowledgement, Hannah, realising it’s definitely Michael, looks and then chooses a private location from the bench, asserting the intention to hear it for clarification.
“Um, come with me!” Hannah grabs Misha’s arm, as she responds with understandable shock and anxiousness, “Hey, what the fuck are you doing? Hey, let go of me!!!!”
‘Yep, this has got to be who I’m thinking of,’ Hannah smiles with clarity that this absolutely is Michael. No doubt.
The two stop at the location chosen by Hannah, after being dragged to a secluded area, Misha starts over-imagining dark endings due to the indicative circumstance she is in.
The separation from witnesses, the perfect secluded place to engage in creepy or evil activities. Y'know, the shady business in the dark.
Misha looks around for any way to escape, especially backed into the corner with the green-haired fiend blocking the ways out, ‘Is… is this girl gonna mug me? Shank me? Choke me for a penny? Even assault me like my gay cousin who was forcefully fingered until she collapsed behind the Lesbian bar that one night?’
Um... Misha, what the hell are you saying...? Never mind, narrator speaking. Ahem.
Misha tries to forcefully side-step past the stranger, but each time she is blocked and forced back into the same corner.
“Let me go!” Misha yells, trying to push past the stranger for the first time. “Bitch, let me go!!!” She yells again, as she is denied the second time. The third time, the girl T-poses like a baseline character pose, “Oi, fucking let me – Hey, don’t assert dominance!!!”
After Misha realizes she can’t escape normally, she turns to mental attacks to get out of the situation, seeing if this would work or make things worse.

Misha begins insulting, “Okay, listen you disposable flesh-light skank; let me go before I tell your ex-boyfriend that your loser flat-ass is trying to harass a cute, innocent girl who would be a world-changing partner to any man you couldn’t ever appreciate!”
Without a word, the girl remains silent, waiting for her to eventually give up this pointless parade of insults.
 ‘Yep, this is definitely Michael; especially those mentality-attacking insults to drag you down into deep depression. But, ah… her cuteness just makes this so adorable to watch, hehe,’ Hannah smiles with nostalgia.

Misha continues, “Honestly, a slutty, bitch-faced asshole drenched in vomit and piss is a far better, decently respected human than your slime-haired, swamp-weed retarded dickhead that it makes me sick to even glance at you.”
Again, with the insults spiking into her, Hannah still smiles unaffected, ‘Oh…She’s just too cute when throwing such insults. Michael, you really fit into this girl-thing too much.’

Misha concludes, begging for a way out, “Can you just let me go? I mean even an ugly-bastard, shit-smeared serial killer with down-syndrome has far more human curtesy than your plastic-hearted, fake-tittied, soulless husk of a fuck-toy can ever imagine!”
Hannah still smiling without any change to her mood from the barrage of soul-tearing attacks, ‘Ooo… I can’t help it. I just wanna hug her…’

Hannah then emotes with her hands for her to stop, before finally responding.
“After you calm down, I have a crazy question to ask you,” Hannah states calmly.
Misha, shocked at the out of pocket response, replies confusingly, “Uh... Calm down? Excuse me bitch?”
Hannah then gets to the point, “Well, are you Michael?”
Misha pauses, blankly staring before realising the fortunate impossibility, the fear, paranoia and dark thoughts disappearing in a bubble as hope flows over her.
“Wait… no way! Don’t tell me… it’s really you!” Misha states, hoping it really is him.
“So it’s really you!?” Hannah reasserts.
“It is me; Michael! So, Harry? Is that really you?” Misha answers, happiness changing the entire mood of the situation.
“Yes, it is!” Hannah smiles happily, eyes shining like as if a prayer got answered.

“Harry!”

“Michael!”

Both girls hug, jumping with glee as they put aside the recent situation, before Misha comments from the girl-like reaction to seeing something joy-filling.
“By the way… I thought I was gonna get fuckin’ shanked, you son of a bitch!” Misha pouts, both fists on her hips.
“Hahahaha… sorry. Though seeing you freak out was rather cutely entertaining, tee-hee,” Hannah chuckles reminiscently.
“You total… floppy-tit twat!” Misha pouts, bonking Hannah on the shoulder.
Smiling with relief, Hannah teases “Yep, same ol’ Michael.”

After both girls relax, still for some reason staying in the same location, the two then discuss the experience of waking up as girls.
Misha decides to go first, imagining her recent-past experience of waking up as a girl, expressing to the best of her ability. After finishing, Hannah inquires curiously, “So, what did you do, when you found out that you became a girl?”
Misha explains, “Well, at first. It was feeling the difference in body weight, like feeling much lighter than usual, and then noticing the chest being rounder than usual.”
Hannah watches, her face gleaming with wholesomeness as Misha re-enacts the memory by pretending through charade-like gestures.
“Oh, then I guess you looked into the mirror to make sure you weren’t dreaming, right?” Hannah asks.
“Yeah it was my vanity table mirror, and…” Misha continues, as she visually remembers the memory. Unlike usual anime scenes though, Hannah walks into the memory like a movie set and begins to check out the scene in close detail, Misha pointing at her “Oi! Don’t be pulling some Deadpool shit whilst I’m explaining.”
Hannah giggles, “Ah, sorry, I was just inspecting the story closer, y’know. Especially, damn!” Hannah then slaps Misha’s butt cheeks, seeing them jiggle, “What bouncy cheeks.”
“That’s not canon, okay! No fourth wall breaking whilst I’m explaining my side of the story,” Misha asserts blushing, waving her arms around with adorableness.
Seeing the reaction was just too much to ignore or resist, Hannah leaves the memory out of a moment of guilt, as Misha blushes and arms crossed.
Sighing at the silliness, Misha begins again, “Ahem, anyways, I checked myself out in the mirror, including maybe seeing the assets in bright light, before finding out my current situation-” she pauses as she notices Hannah taking a photo of her in the memory, self-posing in the mirror, “and stop ruining every fucking moment, you horny bitch!”
With her right arm behind her head, Hannah responds chuckling, “Ah, sorry. It’s just so hilarious to see your cute-self looking sexy by checking yourself in the mirror. I couldn’t help it,” saving the image to her phone.

Knowing that continuing this argument was pointless, Misha sighs before inquiring Hannah's experience, “So, what about you? What did you go through?”
“Well, how should I start?”
Seeing a movie set recording appear behind Hannah, Misha jokingly comments, “Oh, an anime flashback; like a-starto!”
Hannah begins, “Well, I woke up – just like you, seeing that I have tits, a pussy and one hell of a fun time to play with…”
Misha peeks into the memory, also fourth-wall breaking the scene as she watches Hannah grope herself in front of her mirror, blushing to the erotic sight in hands reach, “Uhuh… I see. Very, uh. You, I guess…”
Shamelessly, Hannah continues, “Anyways, after checking myself in the mirror, I explored the ultimate experience on the bed. In. Detail.”
Misha, with curiosity overwhelming her body, she stands over Hannah, in the memory, before pressing her nipples, “Well, I guess you really were enjoying yourself.”
Hannah didn't notice what Misha was doing, as she recalls the experience, “Uhuh, I mean,” but turns to notice what Misha was doing, putting on an Oblivion Guard Impersonation for the joke, “Oi! Stop that at once you breast-offending scum! I won’t allow you to continue assaulting my flashback soul!” She returns back to normal voice-tone, pointing out the hypocrisy of Misha's complaint, “And talk about fourth wall breaking…”
“Sorry couldn’t help myself,” Misha also guiltily putting her hand behind her head, as jealousy rises at Hannah’s slightly softer and bigger chest size, before walking out of the memory to ask something important, “but, in any case. Could we swap over our phone numbers to keep in contact?”

“Oh, of-course. I wanna keep in contact with ya,” Hannah nods, smiling with warm happiness as both girls swap phone numbers before leaving the park together, bantering about past times as guys before they reach the main street.

Hannah arrives back home after waving goodbye to Misha, as the clock reads 5.25pm, before the sudden arms of her mother wrap around her as she just steps through the front door. Her name was Victoria, just if I, the narrator had forgotten. Anyways.
“Where have you been?” Victoria asks, as moderate worry covers her tone of relief that her daughter had returned home safely.
Hannah excuses with honesty, “I-I’ve just been out with a friend of mine…”
“I was wondering where my cutie-pie was, especially after returning home so late,” Victoria snuggles tighter, making Hannah feel a guilty need to self-reflect to avoid further pain to such a warm-hearted woman.
“I-I’m sorry, I was absorbed into checking out things and buying a few things,” Hannah finishes explaining, raising her bags as proof.
Victoria kisses Hannah on the cheek, before concluding the hug with a loving tone, “Come here. I just want to know where you are going, okay. My cutie-pie should really tell her loving mother where she’ll be for the day, otherwise, I will be scared that something terrible will happen.”
“Aww, mum…” Hannah replies.
 After Hannah had been given a cheeky slap on the butt, Victoria concludes, “Don’t worry me again, okay. Right, c’mon, dinner’s ready,” letting go as she points to where Hannah should place her bags, so she could quickly get ready for dinner and enjoy some family time.
Still feeling the spank, still blushing at the sensation, Hannah cheekily giggles, ‘But man… my mum’s a cheeky one.’
The two enjoy an evening meal as then, we [the viewers] now check upon Misha's perspective.

Misha also returns home, with bags in hand, to a big, warm hug from her mum.
Georgina asks, worry yet relief flowing all around Misha, “Where have you been?”
“I’m sorry, I lost track of time and didn’t realize how late it was,” Misha innocently replies, remorse covering her tone of happiness from seeing Harry - Now Hannah, again.
“It’s okay, just tell me where you go next time. I worry, okay,” Georgina warmly says, holding onto both Misha’s hands with softness, to express a love-based protection in her heart.
Blushing from the affectionate tone, Misha responds in kind, “Thank you mother.”
After the wholesome mother to daughter embrace, Misha smiling adorably at her mum’s loving emotions, before she is led to the dinner table for the cooked evening meal her mother had prepared.

The day ends as the two get tucked into bed with a once deep worry of not seeing each other now dispelled, as the future chapters will showcase the chaotic duo in their new environment. Them, at Highschool.
Well, it is called 'We Became Highschool Girls In Another World,' to be clear.

So, check the next chapter as the two eventually go to their new school. The end.