I had finally done it. After Shawlong's hypnotic pendulum magic convinced me that Grimmjow was female, I was ready to unleash my ultimate prank: transform the king of cool himself into a female panther.
"Let's see how you like this, Grimmjow," I muttered with a wicked grin and activated Realidad Imponente.
In an instant, white fur shimmered and shifted, the sleek male panther features softening into lithe, feminine curves. His muscular frame became slightly smaller, his eyes now framed with longer lashes, and a delicate feminine grace took over his every movement.
I burst out laughing — the usually arrogant, fierce Grimmjow now looked like a graceful but annoyed queen of the Bone Circle.
The others stared in disbelief. Even Yammy blinked, but still grunted like usual.
Then, chaos struck.
Aizen, who had been silently stalking Grimmjow as always, suddenly let out a frenzied woof and charged forward like a crazed dog seeing a rare treat.
He lunged at Grimmjow, who was still adjusting to this new form, and practically tried to "mate" him right there in the ruined castle.
The whole Bone Circle froze, stunned by the ridiculousness of the scene. Grimmjow's narrowed eyes flashed with fury, but Aizen kept at it, drooling and desperate.
But here's the kicker — despite the female form, Grimmjow was still every bit the badass warrior he always was. Stronger, faster, and angrier than ever.
With a lightning-fast swipe, Grimmjow smacked Aizen across the face, sending him flying backward with a woof that sounded suspiciously like a yelp of pain.
Aizen scrambled to his feet but was no match. Grimmjow grabbed him by the scruff and began delivering a brutal beating — paw swipes, tail whips, and a few growls that sounded suspiciously like "stay away."
Everyone else just watched, part amused and part terrified, as Grimmjow's wrath rained down on poor Aizen.
Finally, Grimmjow turned to me, eyes blazing.
"You! Change me back. Now." His voice was low, dangerous — a warning that I should've taken seriously.
"Uh… I don't know how," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
The panic was real. Grimmjow was towering over me, his claws twitching, and the air felt charged with imminent violence.
"If you don't fix this, you're next," Grimmjow growled, flexing those sharp claws dangerously close.
I gulped.
I had no idea how to reverse Realidad Imponente. The skill worked only when I truly believed in the change I imposed, but since I was still convinced Grimmjow was female, it wouldn't undo itself.
Great.
The entire Bone Circle was silent — except for the occasional groan from Aizen, who was still recovering from the thrashing.
I looked around desperately, wishing Shawlong's pendulum was still here to hypnotize me again — maybe this time to believe Grimmjow was male again.
But Shawlong was nowhere to be found. Typical.
Grimmjow's glare didn't soften.
"Fix it. Or I'll make you regret this forever."
I nodded hastily, trying to think fast.
"Okay, okay! I'll figure it out. Just… don't break me in half first."
As Grimmjow slowly paced away, tail flicking irritably, I muttered to myself, "Note to self: never mess with Grimmjow's gender again."