Mother and son-turned-daughter arrived at the Hyoudou household a little while afterwards. Although Issei wanted to confront her father alone, it occurred to her that his father was more than likely to be more irrational during the night time and would be very likely to not listen to him at all. If he were to be anyone but Hyoudou Issei, however, he knew that he himself would be the irrational one. Asking his mother what they'll do about it, her mother moved her face slowly to face her. A cold stare came from the mother's blank and stoic face, caused by the stress of the day, before she replied coolly.
"Don't worry about it too much. Just go eat your dinner, and I'll talk to your father about this. Don't worry, I can handle this, okay?" She smiled afterwards. She takes her keys out of her back pocket and unlocks the door, opening it with a loud squeak. Walking down the hallway was the father moving to greet them both, though obviously expressing confusion to the girl walking in with her instead of Issei.
The girl who was still clinging on to her mother's side at that point excused herself and jogged towards the dining room, doing her best to avoid her father's questioning gaze. She walked over to the plate reserved for her earlier and sighed, poking the burger meat with her fork. She went through so much today, and she was ready to hit the hay at any moment.
Excusing herself from the table, she walked over to the bathroom sink to brush her teeth. It was here that she looked in the mirror to reveal exactly what she was expecting. The new 'her', the fabricated lie that it seemed she was forced to live with for the rest of her life. It wasn't Nobu's—er, Nobunaga's intentions, sure, but there wasn't enough kindness to go through that could simply erase the trauma caused by what she had witnessed and felt just earlier. And it certainly reflected her current appearance, if the grimy and oily look to her face was any indication. Deep eyebags intensified her sorry state, dirt smearing the left side of her face. Issei, put simply, looked horrible.
She washed her face afterwards, and couldn't resist sighing after seeing the face of Nobunaga on the reflection still instead of her own. "As if a little soap and water could wash all my problems away..." She muttered bitterly. Wiping her face with a towel, she cleans up the leftover toothpaste on the sink and moves on.
Walking up the stairs, she opened up the door and locked it, clearly wanting some privacy to herself to reflect and rest alone with no interruptions. She took off her clothes to see the telltale sign of a young girl's body underneath. She asked Nobunaga about removing the uniform earlier, and Nobunaga would tell her the right way to remove it and clean it and so on like a general to their soldiers. Taking the sheathed sword to the right side of her bed as Nobunga had instructed her ("No vassal of mine will go weaponless during an ambush!" The ghost girl justified.), she stands up from her sitting position to take a better look at herself from the mirror in her room.
Fancy looking at yourself, retainer? The demon king asked her, voice sounding cheeky. I don't really blame you. I think I was a looker at all ages after all. She laughed a little to herself afterwards.
"It isn't anything like that, Nobunaga. If I have to be saddled with your body for the rest of my life then at least I'll try to get used to it." She looks down below her, the differences in her physiology now plain for the eyes to see. She took a moment to look all over her body, shocked that Oda Nobunaga had a surprisingly modern take in fashion and not the kind of overdone attire that Nobunaga seemed to prefer. To her credit, however, it wasn't as if anyone would see what was underneath all of that clothing anyway, with all the attempts during Nobunaga's time resulting in the untimely death of the attempted lechers involved. Issei wanted to ask what happened to the clothes she was wearing before meeting Nobunaga. The Demon King replied meekly that they just so happened to morph into the military uniform she was wearing after the transformation, and that she didn't know how to reverse it like how a mahou shoujo would.
Issei looked at the long haired girl staring back at her with a blush on her face. Taking a close look at her, the girl was wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts with her slender body. She wore all of this with a flustered look, arms covering her chest in an already lost battle for modesty. If it weren't plainly obvious that the girl she was staring at was herself all along, she would've been the kind of girl that seemed untouchable by the rest of the school populace, the shy and reclusive type. The kind of crush she would've kept for the rest of her school life.
With a heavy sigh, she jumped over her bed and bounced once after landing. She immediately covered herself with her blanket. She was just about ready to collapse at this point, feeling very tired and taxed after learning so many things, enduring a tragedy and beginning fearing for the worst in the future. Thinking heavily of one last thing cautiously, she asked Nobunaga a question.
"Is there really no chance of me becoming myself again?" To this, Nobunaga pointed out, confused by the question. But aren't you yourself already?
"I know what you mean, Nobunaga. I just don't think I could feel comfortable looking in the mirror without seeing 'me' anymore," She said with apprehension.
Ah. Well, no not quite. Although I may have transformed myself into a boy once in my youth, Issei's face brightened slightly at this revelation. I've checked how it would react to your body earlier when considering alternatives, but the simple fact is that there's nothing I could really do. Your body simply 'developed' something that would prevent me from working it in for longer periods of time. She sighed at her observation, figuring that it really was too good to be true.
Hey, don't feel too sad about it. It would've just turned you into a boy version of me instead of your original body, so it's not like that was a real option to begin with. Figuring that there wasn't much else to discuss about, Issei shut her eyes, ready to sleep. I might consider teaching you that spell anyway, if you think there's a need for such a form in the future. A just in case measure, since you might need them for physical activities. Afterwards, Nobunaga followed after Issei, metaphorically taking the empty space behind the girl.