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I enter my cla.s.sroom from the rear entrance to try to be inconspicuous. The cla.s.sroom is eerily quiet today. I can hear a few whispering voices, but I can’t understand what they are talking about, which makes me feel somewhat unsettled.
I can hear laughter from the cla.s.sroom next door. It seems that a couple of people are getting along well. Compared to that, this is like a funeral. This is valuable time in homeroom, so I want to expand my number of friends, talk about yesterday"s drama, trending popular music, and so on. Or maybe my cla.s.smates aren’t looking to make new friends? While worrying about the future of my cla.s.smates, I exchanged greetings with Ritsuka and took my seat.
“Oh. Hey, have you really never dated a man before?” (Ritsuka)
Ritsuka suddenly asks me. We just met two days ago and she is asking me this kind of question. In a way, it’s kind of amazing. She’s a brave girl and doesn’t care about what things look like.
“Good morning. What’s wrong with that?” (Tsukasa)
I tell her honestly, not hiding anything. Then ask her a question of my own.
“You haven’t? ~Wow~ the rumor was true.” (Ritsuka)
“Rumor? Well, it doesn’t matter.” (Tsukasa)
“The cla.s.s has been talking about how you had never dated a man.” (Ritsuka)
Talking about it? It was just a short time ago that I said it. Actually, I said it only a few minutes ago. It spread this fast? That’s terrifying it was able to spread this fast.
“Well, it’s not as if I’m trying to hide it. I don’t mind if it spreads.” (Tsukasa)
I murmur mockingly, half-serious, the other half patience. Ritsuka who heard me, grins, places her arms behind her neck, and stretches, which has the effect of emphasizing her chest. She has unexpectedly large b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
“I think it might be a problem if it spreads.” (Ritsuka)
“Oh my, how embarra.s.sing. Am I supposed to be a poor little lonesome girl because I never had a boyfriend?” (Tsukasa)
“More like the opposite.” (Ritsuka)
“Opposite?” (Tsukasa)
The opposite of lonely? I tilted my head and thought about it, but I’m clueless.
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In morning homeroom, we selected the Cla.s.s Committee members today as we decided yesterday. However, there weren’t any nominations for any committee members. So, in the end, we held a lottery to decide who the committee members would be. Neither Ritsuka nor I were unlucky enough to be selected, so I didn’t have to be a committee member.
After falling asleep twice this morning, I finally decided to the restroom during break time because I had to pee badly. I can’t afford to try to hold like I used to be able to when I was a man.
“Are you going somewhere?” (Ritsuka)
“To the restroom.” (Tsukasa)
Ignoring Ritsuka who as about to say something, I leave the cla.s.sroom at a trot. Pa.s.sing by the other cla.s.sroom to head to the restroom.
“What?!” (Tsukasa)
I stop, standing still, astonished by the sight in front of me. There,
“Hey, why did you stop? I thought you needed to use the restroom? What’s going on?” (Ritsuka)
“The restrooms are divided between men and women!” (Tsukasa)
I pointed to the area between the two doors. One is a blue plate with an image of a male and the other is a red plate with the image of a female.
As you can see, there is a ‘men’s restroom’ and a ‘women’s restroom.’ I had completely forgotten because I stayed at home the whole time in spring vacation. Public toilets are separate for men and women. Which one should I use? In this case, I have to use the one for women. It should be all right for me to enter. Even if it’s okay for me to enter, I still didn’t want to go into the women’s.
“It"s a school, so of course they are separate, right? Come on.” (Ritsuka)
Ritsuka suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me.
“Hey, wait. At least not at the same time, we can take turns.” (Tsukasa)
“Why?” (Ritsuka)
“No matter what you say...” (Tsukasa)
Although I try to resist her pulling me in, she is too strong and gradually pulls me closer to the restroom. My resistance was in vain, because I was dragged into the women’s restroom.
Oh, so this is a women’s restroom. It has a bright and clean feeling unlike a stark men’s restroom. The tiles are a warm color and the room is well lit. The mirrors above the sinks are large, unlike the small ones in men in which you can only see your face. More than that, all the toilets are in private stalls.
Ritsuka took the first stall. I was extremely annoyed, so I hesitated and ended up that I chose the last stall. The stall itself isn’t all that different from the ones in a men’s restroom. The most obvious differences were the sound b.u.t.ton and a box for sanitary napkins in the corner.
I start trembling because it seems my limit is near. I quickly lower my panties and sit down on the western style toilet. I sigh, take a breath, and immediately remember the situation. I can’t relax. I don"t care very much about using it for myself as a woman, but I"m in a s.p.a.ce with other girls and it somehow seems immoral. At that moment, I push the sound b.u.t.ton because I’m ashamed of hearing the other sounds.
After a while, I hear the sound of a door unlocking and opening. I stop pressing the sound b.u.t.ton and stand, so I can pull up my panties.
“Tsukasa your face is red. Were you constipated? [Ehehe]” (Ritsuka)
“Well, something like that. [Ehehe]” (Tsukasa)
‘I have to get used to this,’ I tell myself.