The steam in the room dedicated to it made thinking difficult. Hard, even. David, now Debuito, let the drowsiness he was feeling engulf him and lied down against his new father, his otou-san more than happy to let the drowsiness entrench his brain-washing into his new eldest son' mind. After all, he had spoken the truth. He was elated to have Mitsuhiko as a son that was a cutie to play with and coddle, but as much as he loved him already, that little boy was not the type to continue his legacy as a sumo wrestler. The other lad, on the other hand... As he'd said, he would be feisty enough to fit the role to make him proud and protective enough to act as the perfect elder brother. As legacy and onii-san, he was a great candidate. Fatsumoto felt proud to have taken more time to think about whether he should adopt the angry little boy and what to do with him. His patience and lack of precipitation had truly paid off!
Debuito, formerly David, was woken gently by his new father and led out of the steam room. He absent-mindedly took a shower and slipped on garments which matched his otou-san's to a tee - unknowingly to him his former shirt transformed - which pleased him greatly. He wanted to do everything like his daddy! Mitsuhiko was even drowsier and Fatsumoto carried him in one large arm, the little boy resting against the chest and shoulder of the Japanese man. Debuito was not jealous. As the onii-san, he was beyond being carried like a little kid. He was supposed to walk alongside his otou-san, like a true heir. His father was counting on him to carry on his legacy and if he could not walk after being a little tired, wouldn't that be shameful! His otou-san was his model now. He could not let him down. Certainly not for something as little. So he walked dutifully alongside his father, in silence. He looked around, at the people, the stores, the advertisements, everything.
Everything was indeed normal, or appeared to be. Right? As he stared at things, something WAS bothering Debuito. Why was everything the same? With males. Only males. And massive. Large. There WAS something missing. But what? What indeed? Something similar but different. It was maybe... er... maybe...
A scream. A scream cut short. He turned. There was the strangest human being slumped on the ground, his arm being tugged on by a very muscular man, dressed as if he was out of a gym. The little boy on the ground was wearing long-sleeved pink and purple top and a long skirt of a deeper purple. And his hair was long. Very long. And he was so skinny. How strange...
"The idiot," grumbled a sci-fi poppa next to Fatsumoto. He held her up to a mirror and chortled at how much she's happier and cuter now that she's living with two loving daddies and a protective sweet big brother. It triggered a bad reaction in the girl and now she doesn't want to go with him, she yelled out insults and cries for help. Serves him right for taking in a girl. Talk about a challenge in the Daddy Dimension. I just know his husband just wanted to gloat about the feat... He'll be up all night getting her back into the proper mindset, you'll see."
Fatsumoto nodded his agreement. But Debuito was in awe at the sight. This thing... This not-boy... This... This "girl"... That was what was missing. And she was so skinny. Like... Like other girls... Like other people... Debuito gasped, his heart racing. He was David! His real home was not like this one! He looked at his body. He didn't want to be a fat kid! He didn't want to be a kid, period! He didn't want to be a sumo! He knew nothing of it and was not interested! He wanted his own life back! He had stayed for Mitch and had just doomed himself in the process! He glanced upwards at his supposed father, who glanced back. His reassuring smile vanished as he noticed that the admiring sparkle in the eyes of his son had been replaced by fear. He frowned. David stepped back. The man had noticed his change and David was afraid at what he was going to do next.