Forgive the title, I’m still trying to figure out how to make dumb authentic-y sounding titles to things. So this is the thread I made for shorter stories, CYOA or just regular stories we’re inspired to make with the theme of one or more of the characters being genderswapped. Since this is Touhou, that basically means becoming male.

I’ll happily take feedback, suggestions, etc, and put up the ideas and brainstorming I’ve already seen, briefly, here. In addition, anyone is welcome to contribute to this thread if an idea strikes your fancy or something.

In the meantime…
Ideas
-Male!Momiji + Aya. One day, the teasing or something goes too far and she has a big bad wolf on her hands? Or a shota wolf tengu, whatever works.
-Male!Momiji and Male!Aya + Hatate. The news-getting trio, with a cute enthusiastic girl and two big tall strong boys. Sandwiches probably ensue.
-Male!Reimu and Sanae. Rivalry between religious figures, tension and then a final resolution?

-Male!Youmu and Yuyuko. Pretty straightforward; cute gardener boy with a harsh exterior but an innocent streak plus curvy glutton free spirit mistress.
-Male!Eiki and Komachi . An attempt to discipline a subordinate and her killer body. Does he
conquer her or end up conquered himself?

-Male!Nazrin goes through the UFO crew including of course plenty of time buried in Byakuren as well as various other sorts of relationships with all the others.

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1.1 The Horned Matchmaker

Mokou Fujiwara would like to say that with more than a millennia worth of life experience, she's possessed an amount of wisdom that would see her through any challenge the world could throw at her. But if she does, she knows that she would be lying.


The fact is, not a single second of experience in her life could tell her what would be the best course of action in regard of her current predicament. Though, it's not like she spent her days actively looking for life lessons. She already regretted the fact that she spent most of the current millennium being an anti social shut-in, living alone with minimum contact with anyone or anything, be it human or else. After all, what is the point of putting the effort to build relationship with anyone if you're only going to outlive them? The first few centuries of her immortality already taught her the pain of losing is simply not worth the effort.


But still, a little bit of social skill wouldn't hurt in a situation like this. Then again, she doubt that even if she spent her immortality being the most social thing in the entire world, that she would be able to be less of a gibbering mess than she is now.


“Umm...”


The only other soul in that room gives out a small sound, demanding her attention. It appears that Mokou has been silent far longer than she had thought. Trying to regain her focus, Mokou focused her sight to the environment that's now surrounding her.

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What am I doing. Yes, period.

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A king of spades. An eight of spades. Yuyuko has a nine of spades face-up. The other is face down covering the nine halfway.

"Yukari? Draw or stay?"

The mental cogs in your mind turn. This is a tricky one. There are fifteen out of forty nine cards left that could be a ten. Disregarding any calculation error, that means there's about a thirty percent chance of losing when staying. However, assuming Yuyuko has another nine, then there are thirty six bad cards that will cause a defeat. A seventy five percent chance of a loss if one chooses to draw. Reversing that, it means Yuyuko has a twenty five percent chance of winning when drawing. Yuyuko's favorable outcomes are nearly identical. So why not take a gamble?

"I suppose I'll draw a card."

"Really?" Yuyuko brings a hand to her mouth. "That's not like you."

"I wonder? The stakes are high for the game we've chosen."

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searching the japanese name or anything else does not bring up any useful results about seeing these.

the art in these sets is refined , when compared to the first few cg sets from this group DaiNhonpo.

อยากดูนมยูยูโกะ

From her vantage point high up in the air, Yakumo Yukari watched the man with no small amount of amusement as he nervously made his way into Hakugyokurou. His clumsy attempts at stealth as he quickly darted between cherry blossom trees made her chuckle heartily. His footsteps sounded incredibly loud as he crossed the stone pavement under the cover of darkness. The night was cold and he shivered.

Yukari could see Youmu watching him from behind one of the manor's many statues. The diligent little gardener looked agitated at the thought of letting someone run loose in her master's residence. She had been aware of his presence ever since he began climbing the many steps that lead to Yuyuko's home but made no moves to intercept the intruder.

Yukari loved teasing Youmu and her serious disposition. The look of utter disdain on her cold features as she watched the human pull open a sliding door and step inside was utterly priceless. Youmu's hand fell to the pommel of her trusted sword, her jaw tightening.

It wasn't her place to question her master's motives, she repeated to herself as her every instinct urged her to cut down this blundering fool before his presence befouled the household any further.

She didn't of course, because this whole masquerade had been arranged by Yukari. Everyone knew except the hapless human of course, but that was part of the excitement. Yuyuko's many whimsical appetite's required constant attention and her dearest friend was more than happy to help out.

The human male slid the door closed behind him and let out a sigh. He looked around the room which looked relatively normal for a supposed shrine of the afterlife. A chest of draws and display case, a few scrolls and candles here and there.

It could have almost passed for normal if not for the floating, pale spirits that floated around everywhere. They appeared innocent enough, like marshmallows that flickered with white flames. They phased in and out of existence apparently at random.

He shuddered, thinking how stupid he was for agreeing to this but what choice did he really have? Waking up to find

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Just some practice. Haven't done anything /at/ in a while.
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Aya Shameimaru had never been a patient one. Always running around on her whims, she usually got what she wants – and fast. And yet here she was, kneeling on the covered mats of a single story home, her back erect. The reporter rested her thighs on her lower legs, twitching with impatience. Only the scribbling of pen on paper broke the silence in the night, a meticulous report to be written to the higher-ups. A man was to write that report, a human to be exact. And the human had no qualms about writing it. It was just Aya that was annoyed.

“Sit.” The human didn’t even turn around from his chair. Aya, who had attempted to sneak in through the window, shamefully tucked her knees on the mats and hung her head. The man was not to be bothered during work – she knew that. But she wanted to hunt him – to catch him unaware. Aya was the fastest, not so much the sneakiest. Who knew that the large, glass window would creak when opened? Certainly not Aya. She scooted closer to the human.

“Wait.” The human, still focused on his work, commanded Aya to her knees again. Aya pouted, hoping that the man would sneak a look at the tengu and succumb to her womanly charm. Aya needs to be showered with attention, otherwise she’ll whine and complain. She knew this, and so she inched a few centimeters closer. But she did as she was told. She’ll wait. Even though she wasn’t good at it. Was she a dog? But here she was, waiting for her treat, her reward.

She’ll wait. Even though the thoughts of the man’s lips on her neck, his fingers entwined with hers, sent Aya into an unyielding fervor, she’ll wait. Good things come to those who wait. And the tengu, restless as she was, sat down like a good girl.

The man held the pen in his hand, unassuming in its design. A single black crow sat on top of the pen, outstretching its tiny wings. Other than that, the pen was just a pen. He pressed his lips to the crow out of contemplation, but Aya blushed. She had done the same when it was her pen. Aya redirected her attention elsewhere out of her sudden bashfulness. The man’s clo

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Note: This is indeed canon to "In the Forest, a Dancing Light", the night of >>/forest/24382 and referenced in >>/forest/24455, with a mild retcon of their exact activities.

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Walking back home, I notice Merlin and Hatate getting along really well. Maybe I won’t have to choose. I’m not as good at thinking and planning as my friends are. I’ll worry about it when I have someone to talk to; all I can do now is go with my gut and hope for the best.

They’re talking about their interests... I won’t interrupt since that’s rude. We get to the door, and Hatate asks, “Kazi, mind if I go back home tonight? I need to put my stuff away and check with the local officer to see if I served enough time. I’ll stop by in a couple of days.”

“Sure, but I hope you won’t get stuck up there.” I really do hope that as I do enjoy her company, even if there aren't any inadvertent nude sightings. Better dwell on that another time, though.

I open the door to let them in and follow afterwards.

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I see Hatate already gathering her stuff quickly, which makes me wonder: are all crow tengu faster than humans at anything? There she goes... I feel something cool on my cheek. Wait... did she just kiss me?

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Momiji grimaced; sh

"Ugh... Owww, my head..."

From somewhere in remote distances, muffled beyond sight or sound, your consciousness crawls back painfully, through the subterranean corridors of sleep, up into your body again. Toward the last it moved to a cacophony of hammers and lights. Boggled by your worst hangover ever, your brain forwent a gentle awakening in favor of a summary, forcible ejection. The lovely effects of sake were quite gone and only the nasty ones are left; the taste in the mouth, the splitting ache in the brow and the impotence of not being able to clarify your own thoughts.

"Oh, you awake? About time. I was about to start, with or without you."

A hoarse voice, dripping distilled temptation, beckons you to snap your eyes open, but your head refuses to work. Ignoring the headache, you lever up an eyelid by pure force of will before a merciless beam of light squirts straight in, making your brain bleed. Yet that split second was enough to burn the image in your retina: a girl undoing your robes' ties with her slim fingers, straddling your hips while panting heavily. Everything about her was red; her short hair framing her hungry eyes, her flushed cheeks intoxicated by alcohol and arousal, her soft skin covered only by a simple white shirt and black panties...

You have a nagging suspicion that you ought to know who is this person, but again, your mind lets you know its unwillingness to cooperate, and that it'd rather not spend any effort in putting names to faces, no matter how sexy and arousing this situation is. Opening the first eye was bad enough. The light did you harm, but not as much as looking at things and thinking about stuff will. You resolve, having done it once, never to move your eyeballs again.

"Hey, that's rude! Don't you dare fall asleep on me again!"

The redhead isn't going to let you drift off, and makes her intentions clear when she slips a hand under your robes and pinches your nipple.

"Aieeek!" A rather unbecoming shriek escapes your mouth, ruining your plans to sleep the hangover away.

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