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Transformation — Body (PG and Stylized)

Pink and black glitch-energy spirals around you like a corrupted runway spotlight.

Your clothes reorganize themselves into Junko’s signature fashion style:

• a punk-inspired school uniform
• a loose cardigan slipping off one shoulder
• a short black skirt
• high socks
• chains, ribbons, and bold accessories
• Monokuma hair clips

Your hair expands into Junko’s famous massive twin drills, fluffy and dramatic.

Your face gains Junko’s expressive charm — a mixture of beauty, mischief, and danger.

Your posture becomes loose, smug, and model-perfect.

Transformation — Mind (PG Version)

Your emotions fire in every direction.
Your mood swings become theatrical, exaggerated, intense, but not harmful.

You feel:
• easily bored
• excited by chaos
• obsessed with shaking up the status quo
• thrilled by shocking others
• highly creative
• able to switch personas instantly
• superior, confident, dramatic

Your inner monologue becomes:

"Normal is a disease. I'm here to make things interesting."

Your voice, expressions, and behavior all shift into Junko’s unstable, charismatic style.

You are now thinking exactly like Junko Enoshima.

Dialogue — You as Junko (Natural Conversation)

Setting: The Danganronpa classroom. Fluorescent lights flicker as you stand at the center of attention.

Makoto Naegi:
"Um… Junko? You're acting even more intense than usual."

You as Junko:
"Makotooo, sweet naive Makoto. Intensity is my default setting. The world is so bland unless someone like me spices it up."

Internally:
He’s so plain it’s almost adorable.

Kyoko Kirigiri:
"Your emotional fluctuations are unusually rapid."

You as Junko:
"Fluctuations? Please. I'm delivering premium atmosphere. This is high-end personality performance."

Kyoko nods slightly.
"That… actually makes sense."

Aoi Asahina:
"Whoa! You're like a whole storm of energy today!"

You as Junko:
"Storm? No. I'm an aesthetic catastrophe. It’s called style, darling."

Makoto Naegi:
"I'm worried you might be pushing yourself too hard."

Your expression shifts instantly from manic cheer, to solemn sadness, to cold confidence, to thrilled delight.

You as Junko:
"Oh Makoto… I'm always perfect. Because perfection is whatever I decide it is."

You give him a smug, dazzling smile.
Every corner of the room feels like it’s revolving around you.

You step forward, hair bouncing with impossible volume—
fully transformed into Junko Enoshima, the chaotic fashion queen of despair-driven theatrics.