Reincarnated as Shino from Naruto but I’m a Girl?

“An interesting choice indeed…” 

I wake up in bed, the old man’s words echoing in my head. Wait, old man? Where am I? 

I rise to my feet, wobbly and unbalanced. Woah, that’s new. There’s this weight on my chest like two big water balloons…  

A young woman in grey pajamas stares at me while clutching her overflowing tits. She has spiky brown hair, long legs, and a juicy-looking ass. No, it’s my reflection gazing back at me from a full-length mirror. 

My hand darts between my legs, but my little man is gone.  

I’m a girl?  

Is this hell??? 

Memories rush through my brain—growing up in Konoha, studying at the Academy, life in the clan, my stepmother and father. Then another set of school memories, watching Anime, and a fateful meeting with truck-kun. 

I remember now. I died and met old man Deus! He wanted to reincarnate me for some reason, and I asked to be reborn in the world of Naruto. Kishimoto-san, I made it!  

My name is Shino Aburame, but I’m a girl.  

Oh, right, my Johnson is gone-son! Am I gay now? That’s the real question here. I’ve read gender-swap stories before. Sometimes he keeps his guy-brain in the girl body, and other times he’s sucking dick by page two. 

This requires immediate investigation. 

I strip in an instant and like what I see. I have abs! Eighteen years of shinobi training makes a kunoichi cut. Flexing, I show off my guns and grin at my reflection.

On to the important stuff. I grab my breasts, and they spill over my fingers, jiggly, firm, and generous. 10/10 

Turning, I slap my ass, and flesh ripples. Thicc and supple, yielding yet firm. 11/10 

Just looking at myself has me hot and wet. Seeing my own body turns me on like I’m seeing at a supermodel—This is the best-case scenario! I’m attracted to women in a world with hot ninja girls.

This is my own personal heaven! Thank you, Kishimoto-san! Thank you, old man Deus! I imagine a bearded figure giving me a thumbs-up.

It sucks only having this mirror here to admire my brand-new rockin’ bod, though. Unless…

I raise my hands to perform seals by muscle memory ingrained through years of practice. These basic gestures, or ‘seals,’ are the training wheels of the ninja world’s weird magic system, designed to help newbies mold chakra for specific techniques—or ‘ninjutsu.’

Speaking of chakra, that’s the basic fuel for most ninja arts. It’s made by combining one’s physical energy (or body stamina, increased through training and exercise) and spiritual energy (or, let’s call it ‘mind power’ increased through meditation and experience). For a second, I’m hopeful my other world memories will give me an edge in spiritual energy, but my Shino side can instantly tell that all the memories from my previous thirty-something-year-old virgin gooner existence are only worth like maybe a 2% boost. Whatever, I’m not salty.

Not when power courses through me as I control and mold my chakra into the technique I have in mind. I’ve got tons of hand seal sequences memorized for all kinds of ninjutsu, and the ones I want are Ram, Snake, and Tiger in succession—

“Clone Jutsu!”

A naked copy of myself appears before me in all her glory. Yes!!! Ninjutsu is every weeb kid’s dream. This is truly the promised land! The power to shape reality rests in the palm of my hands… and I can use it to do all the ecchi crap I want!

Oh, fuck, she’s T-posing. “Put your arms down, you’re embarrassing me,” I whisper-shout.

Circling my clone like a shark, I’m exceedingly pleased. The curves are all there; I see a beautiful face with girl-next-door charm along and the subtle mystique of a bug nerd soaked into every pore. I always thought the insect-manipulating guy from the original show was cool and didn’t get nearly enough screen-time, so a rule 63 version of him as a sexy lady is really revving my engine so-to-speak.

“Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!” I chuckle like the dirty old man I am deep in my soul as my hand reaches out to touch the naked woman’s bare breast—and the clone bursts into a puff of smoke when I squeeze.

Shit.

I forgot the basic-bitch Clone Jutsu (not Naruto’s version, ‘Shadow Clone Jutsu’) is just an illusion. Intangible. No ability to affect the world, thus they *pop* out of existence when interacted with. It’s sort of the unofficial ‘baby’s first Genjutsu.’ I mean, it’s never called that in the Anime, but what else would it be?

Unfortunately, Shino doesn’t know Shadow Clone Justu, but I can make an—

“Insect Clone!”

A swarm of miniscule, parasitic, chakra-eating flying beetles emerges from tiny pores in my skin to hover before me in a dense cloud at my beck and call. An infusion of my chakra casts a regular Clone Jutsu on top of them and I can already see the problem now I’m carrying out the steps.

I stop my clone from T-posing and poke her boob. The illusion is momentarily disrupted as the insects are prodded out of position, and then automatically reforms.

Grumbling to myself, I ponder the problem.

Clones have a little bit of the ninja’s spiritual energy, allowing them to carry out my will to an extent. I wouldn’t ask a clone to do algebra, but they can pantomime simple tasks even while I’m in another room.

Insect clones are just tangible enough to hold a kunai knife but disperses under stress as well. The insect clone isn’t controlled by the bugs, though. The bugs are only providing some physical energy for my infusion of spiritual energy to latch onto; its capabilities (walking, talking, etc.) are determined by what I bring to the table. Hmm, I want something more, a single step closer to real, but I’m basically asking for a we-have-Shadow Clones-at-home version of a forbidden jutsu.

Wracking my pervy brain for answers, I find my solution in one of Shino’s memories.

“Transformation Jutsu!”

This is one of the most incredibly broken basic ninja techniques that no one talks about. Literally almost any ninja can transform themselves into almost literally anything. Period. Sure, there are some caveats, but come on. Potted plant. Cat. A ninja from another Village. Whatever.

The limits are your ~imagination~ and, more realistically, my familiarity with the shape I have in mind. This change happens at a molecular level, too, meaning there are no bits of bug left in the final product. Because, yes, I’m targeting my insect swarm.

In the Anime, Naruto used the Transformation Jutsu to turn a giant frog into a giant fox, so I know it’s possible to transform a willing creature. My Shino memories confirm that, yes, transforming objects is totally a thing (your clothes transform with you when impersonating a target, for another example). The true inspiration for this move comes from Kiba, of all places, when he transforms Akamaru (his pet dog) into a clone of himself.

All I need to do is use Insect Clone and Transformation in succession.

Combining two entry-level techniques like this isn’t too difficult for someone who knows what they’re doing, like Shino. He, now me and she, was one of the smartest ninjas in the Academy after Shikamaru. The result is not practical in combat due to the increased chakra expense of maintaining the transformation, has none of the upsides of a true Shadow Clone, and is only barely more convincing a clone than the basic-bitch version.

None of that bothers me, though, because my experiment totally worked! Fuck yeah!

Ahh, there she is. I put her arms down from the starting T-pose and stare at her assets with pride. This body duplicate clone has real tangibility (though, if I get too rough, she’ll *pop*

My clone isn’t mentally an insect—unlike a ninken (ninja dog), bugs don’t have enough spiritual presence to form a mind that controls the clone body—instead using my infusion of mental energy for coordination and even rudimentary dialogue. The Insect Clone technique merely served as the skeleton for this very lifelike blow-up doll, providing nothing more than a framework to hang the rest of the Jutsu on.

So, if it’s physically me, and is basically me mentally (that’s the reason these clones keep T-posing, they’re infected with my meme-riddled brain’s subconscious sense of humor), then technically this is just masturbation!

“Ground, now. Ass in the air.”

The sight of fem-Shino top down, bottom up, nearly brings a tear to my eye. This is the closest I’ve ever been to a cunt since the day I was born. So awesome! Sitting, I spread my clone’s ass to appreciate the view of my pucker and pussy. My glistening shaved cunny opens, displaying my jewel-like clit and lewd passage. The scent of feminine musk wafts from my clone’s groin, the smell borrowed from Shino’s memory. I’m salivating. Testing the waters, I insert a finger into my honey tunnel.

My vagina is slippery and tight, clamping onto my finger sliding in and out. The feel is perfectly realistic, but there’s a problem.

“Can’t you make sexy noises or something?” I ask the clone, annoyed by this glaring shortcoming in an otherwise perfect moment.

“Ooo, ahhh, sex me real good Shino-sama.” the insect clone replies like a cheap chatbot.

Fuck. Moment ruined.

I should’ve known the clone can’t feel pleasure or react in a way that would surprise and delight me like a real woman. Even if I got it to do a passable cutesy-girl act, it’d only be repeating back what I want it to say. Essentially, it’s just me dirty talking to myself. That’s no substitute for a proper waifu. Sheesh, I spent a lot of time on this dumb thing, so it better come in handy later!

“Welp, there’s always my trusty right hand.”

I crouch in front of the mirror, spread my legs, and splay open my cunt with my fingers. I can’t help smiling as I admire the pretty pink opening; being attracted to my own sex never gets old! This time, when I insert a finger, fireworks go off.

So good! 

My hips roll in time with the digit’s passage in and out, my breasts heave with each gasping breath, and my face contorts in pleasure. I miss my little buddy, but he can’t compare to this erotic reflection and the new heat in my loins.  

My thumb touches my clit and my hips jerk. It’s like sparks are shooting up my spine as my thumb circles the precious pearl. With one hand I finger-fuck myself and rub my love-button while my other hand pinches a nipple.

A moan escapes my lips. I can’t believe how sexy my voice is! A little rough around the edges, but with a sugary-sweet sensual undertone. Yes, that’s how it’s supposed to be!

I turn to glare at the failure clone, still raising its pert ass to the ceiling like a discarded toy, when a thought occurs to me. Maybe it’s good for something after all.

“Come here.” The clone me nimbly reorients to kneeling before me. “Lick,” I say, pointing at my pussy.

Thankfully, my clone proves that mouth is good for something. A hot, soft, wet oral member presses against my sex, making my spine tingle with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, life haaack!” I croon as my clone’s simple licking drives me up the wall. It’s every fantasy of being able to suck myself off come true, but with pussy and totally not gay. The view is incredible with two buxom babes in the mirror acting out a fem-Shino self-cest lesbian fanfic.

Excited by the rising waves of bliss, I lift my breast and suck the nipple between my lips. I roll the firm nub around my mouth with my tongue and flick the tip. My clone’s tongue doubles its pace, oral member flicking across my clit as my voice rises in anticipation.

Every breath comes with a groan of pleasure. Something is coming. My body is hot. Sweat drips along my breast and abs and shaved armpits. My core drools juice onto my ass-crack. 

I sing a song of satisfaction as the orgasm shakes and rattles through me. My muscles spasm and I fall on my ass. My arms and legs splay out spreadeagled as I revel in the aftermath shudders, my clone collapsing atop me with its head between my thighs.

My door swings open. “Shino-chan, are you alright?”  

“Knock first, mom!”