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Response: Title: Unfamiliar Reflection As the sun slipped through the gap between the shades, Naruto stirred in her bed. Miraculously, the warm golden light reflected over her body, skipping over long blonde hair that fell along the pillow. The once spiky, male mane of sunlit strands was replaced with silken waves of gold. A physical manifestation of sunshine, her hair akin to cascading brooks of liquid sun, drew a striking resemblance to her late mother Kushina's hair - the notable difference being its exquisite color, regular deep crimson replaced with scintillating blonde. The relentless passage of the early morning dawn revealed dramatic transformations in Naruto's once boyish form. Her body, while on the small side, was now undeniably feminine. Curves and contours, previously non-existent, gracefully appeared in places, where once scrappy yet lean muscles of Naruto's boyhood lay. Living proof of her revision was the undeniably female breasts nestled on her chest, replacing the flat deck that was Naruto's typically male torso. The drastic change in her frame, with its newfound petite stature sent an unfamiliar sensation coursing through her veins. The final blow of reality was confirmed by the total transformation of Naruto's anatomical male genitalia into a female's, completing the physical alteration. The ocular proof of her new femininity contradicted her memories of being a male shinobi, leaving her reeling in confusion. Her new identity, Natsuko, descended upon her like a heavy cloak. As Naruto tried desperately to call out his old name, expressing his innate maleness, an insurmountable barrier stifled him. His name, so familiar, morphed surreally into 'Natsuko'. Each attempt to pronounce 'Naruto’ slipped effortlessly into ‘Natsuko’. Her memories resonated with the existential struggle she was experiencing, an internal tug-of-war between her current body and past identity. Natsuko felt like a stranger in her own life. Everyone, even Kurama, the Nine-Tails Fox sealed within her, failed to spot any discrepancies. Photos, clothes, the layout of her apartment, all shifted seamlessly to cater to this new reality, erasing every trace of 'Naruto'. Despite the oddness of it all, she found herself adopting feminine mannerisms instinctively, as if her body had its own will. Her once male shadow clones emerged female, replicating her current form. The Kurama chakra cloak she donned seemed inherently more feminine, the structure and form more flattering to her new female figure. An uncomfortable realization dawned onto Natsuko; her interests had realigned too - she was now attracted to men, an unexpected switch from her previous inclination. She tried to convey these changes to Kurama but, the words failed to voice. She attempted the male Sexy Jutsu, hoping to offer a visual aid. Sadly, her attempt only achieved an illusion of masculinity, falling short to physically transform her feminine body into a male one. Natsuko was left to confront her new reality. Although she had memories of Naruto, she was now living as Natsuko. The body and the mind, separated by a chasm of subjective reality, were now left with no choice but to slowly adapt, adjust, and accept its new world.