A Certain Scientific Genderbent Railgun: Kuroko, Keep Those Bold Ideas to Yourself!

Misaka Mikoto's mornings usually begin with a grating electronic beep and a perverted teleportation. The former is her alarm clock, the latter her roommate. But today was a little different. What woke her wasn't the alarm, nor her junior and roommate, who called her "Onee-sama." It was a... sensation. A sensation that shouldn't exist... A strange feeling beneath her body, inside her pajama bottoms, something she'd never experienced in her fourteen years of life, with an undeniable sense of foreignness and presence. Misaka Mikoto still had her eyes closed, but her brows had already knitted into a