TSUNADE AND SAKURA HEADSWAP

HEADSWAP: A JUTSU THAT WENT WRONG

The last seal was a spectacular failure. The light went out, leaving both of them silent, motionless, and in the same pose of confusion.

Sakura was the first to move. She raised an arm and felt a heavy, bulky mass. Her voice, high-pitched and youthful, came out of her throat. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her pink hair fall over a green robe. Her head was on Tsunade's body.

“Sensei!” Sakura squealed, feeling immense pressure against the fabric of her robe. “My head is... on your body! I can feel it, but it's not me!”

Tsunade tried to speak. Her deep, gravelly voice echoed, but it came from a thin neck. She looked at her hands: they were nimble, small. Her head, Tsunade's head, was on Sakura's body.

“Damn it!” Tsunade roared (in her gravelly voice). “My head is on your body, brat! And I must say, it's not bad. It's much lighter than I thought!”

Sakura, feeling Tsunade's large, powerful muscles tense up thanks to the exchange, blushed violently. “But I have yours, and I feel every inch of this... abundance! It's too much for my mind!”

Tsunade, in the youthful body, let out a deep laugh that came from her pupil's face. She looked at herself in the mirror, her mature face on Sakura's athletic body. “Don't worry, I know what I'm doing with this. For now, enjoy it. I'M GOING TO ENJOY IT TOO, LIKE YOU CAN'T IMAGINE!”