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“Hey Mii-chan…” (Tsukasa)
"What is it onee-chan? What is up with that?!” (Mii)
Miyuki, who was sitting on the couch watching TV, turned to look over her shoulder at me as I walked into the living room calling her name and her eyes flew wide-open in surprise. If you are wondering why she is surprised, it might be that I am standing there with just a bath towel tightly wrapped around me, crushing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s against me to a rather unfortunate extent, while my normally snowy-white skin is dyed a lovely shade of pink due to the heat from the bath I had just taken.
“When I got out of the bath, my clothes were gone. I had to wrap up in a towel because I have nothing to wear.” (Tsukasa)
I reach up to push my bangs away from my forehead because water drips off my bangs and runs down my face tickling me. My hair really heavy because it’s still so wet. I wish I had taken the time to dry it a little better.
“Onee-chan, you are a girl now. You can"t just wrap yourself up in a towel and run around like you did before.” (Mii)
“It"s okay because we’re inside, so it"s not as if I’m running around like this where everyone else can see me.” (Tsukasa)
“Onee-chan, that"s not the point. Even though we are family, you are a girl now, so you shouldn’t be running around in such an undignified way.” (Mii)
“I don’t see why you are making such a big deal out of it; all the important places are hidden.” (Tsukasa)
Truthfully, I really don’t get what her deal is. I had just wrapped a towel around my waist when I had first gotten of the bath, but when I saw myself in the mirror I was reminded, yet again, that I’m a girl which caused another bout of headaches and embarra.s.sment. Now both of the important points remain hidden, but that is much better than dealing with the fallout from seeing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Although, I seem to be getting used to seeing my face, it looks as if my used to seeing the rest of me is going to take a while.
“[Heh] Whatever, just get dressed soon.” (Mii)
“If I can, I will. I’m not doing this because I want to.” (Tsukasa)
“Oh, I see. Your clothes were gone. You must be talking about the t-shirt and pants you were wearing this morning. Did mom throw them into the washing machine?” (Mii)
“Speaking of which, the washing machine was empty. I wish she wouldn’t do things without asking, it’s not as if I have a lot of clothes to wear to begin with.” (Tsukasa)
My figure is completely different from when I was a man. All of the clothes I had were much too big for me. The t-shirt and pants I had been wearing were borrowed from Miyuki. So when they are washed, I have to wear some of my old clothes. Even then, the t-shirt is apt to slip down to expose me and the jeans have to be rolled up several times for my feet to even be seen. They are far too big for me and are a constant reminder of what happened. As you can guess, I do my best to not wear them.
To be honest, there are some clothes that fit me perfectly that my mom had gotten for me, but they are not really an option. It makes me feel as if I am cross-dressing when I wear them.
“I guess we don’t have much choice. I will go find my old gym clothes from junior high for you.” (Mii)
“Miyuki, you don’t need to do that.” (Mother)
I turn to look at the unexpected voice coming from behind me. Mom is standing in the doorway of the living room, while I’m trying to do my absolute best to not stare at the blood already flowing from her nose.
“Tsukasa, no matter how delicious it may look to you, don"t try to drink this blood!” (Mother)
Of course, mom noticed my intense stare and covered her nose with her hand.
“I wasn’t even thinking about it.” (Tsukasa)
“If you want to drink blood, just bite mom’s neck. Welcome!” (Mother)
Mom said while opening her arms wide to me and smiling.
“I"m not going to do that even if you are welcoming me with open arms.” (Tsukasa)
When I stated that firmly, mom opened her eyes a little wider, as she put on a surprised expression.
“Eh??” (Mother)
Don’t act so surprised. I simply don’t want blood right now.
“What do you mean by that?” (Mother)
She asked me seeming to be somewhat confused with my reply, while I’m desperately trying to think of a way to end this conversation.
“Umm, mom, why did you take my clothes? Now I’m going to have to wear this today!” (Tsukasa)
Mom smiled with a crafty expression and then held out the white, one-piece dress that I had been made to wear a couple of days ago.
“No, I don’t want it. I told you two days ago that I didn’t want to wear skirts or dresses.” (Tsukasa)
“Tsukasa, you are a girl now. You have to be able to wear them normally. That means practice, practice, practice. You will wear this today and come with me.” (Mother)
“No way! I’m not going anywhere in that outfit!” (Tsukasa)
“If you do, you can have the premium pudding that is in the refrigerator.” (Mother)
“Okay, I will do it just this once.” (Tsukasa)
“Umm, onee-chan…” (Mii)
Miyuki is looking at me with a compa.s.sionate expression. It"s okay, after all, if there is one thing I can’t resist, it’s the temptation of the so hard to get premium pudding.
“Mom’s right. I’m a girl now, so I guess it’s a good idea for me to dress like one.” (Tsukasa)
“That"s not what I"m saying.” (Mii)
Be quiet Miyuki. You are being too noisy.
“Yes, that’s right. Young girls should dress cutely. Of course, Tsukasa is no exception.” (Mother)
“Even if that is true, it’s major concession for me to wear a dress.” (Tsukasa)
I tell mom while taking the dress she is holding out to me.
“Regardless, I don’t want to go out because my eyes make me stand out too much!” (Tsukasa)
“Onee-chan is certainly right.” (Mii)
Miyuki says seriously while nodding.
“That is why onee-chan had holed up inside the house.” (Mii)
“Don’t call me a hikikomori. I rather you say I’m part of the NEET reserve army.” (Tsukasa)
“I think that sounds even worse.” (Mii)
Now that I have heterochromatic eyes, it really makes me stand out, not to mention my having long, silver hair. Even if I wore a hat to try to hide my hair, there are my eyes. I could wear sungla.s.ses to hide them as well, but come one, a hat and sungla.s.ses? Can you say suspicious person, which of course would draw even more attention to me. So, I’m d.a.m.ned if I do and d.a.m.ned if I don’t.
“Oh, is that true?” (Mother)
Mom said looking as if she is thinking about it. Then…
“OH! I KNOW!!!!” (Mother)
[Wah!!] (Tsukasa)
I immediately jump and let out a startled sound when she yelled that out.
“I’m going to go to the optician"s now. Tsukasa doesn"t have to come with me this time, but you still have to wear it as promised. Alright?” (Mother)
“Okay, I promise.” (Tsukasa)
I said nodded at my mom in agreement. Mom hands me the one-piece after I answered her, walks to the dining table to retrieve her purse, quickly heads to the front door, and I hear the sound of the door opening and closing.
“What do you think she’s up to?” (Mii)
“I have no idea.” (Tsukasa)
Miyuki looks at me curiously. Really, I don"t know. Mom"s always been rather eccentric.
“Well, whatever, why don’t you go get changed.” (Mii)
“I really want that pudding right now, so why don’t I just change here?” (Tsukasa)
“Hmm?” (Mii)
I dropped the wet towel I had around me as pulled the one-piece over my head. Normally, I would have done that before, but with Miyuki being in the same room it would be embarra.s.sing to be seen in just a pair of panties. Oh, by the way, yes I’m still wearing panties. Mom bought me some, because the boxers I tried to wear felt uncomfortable against my skin. Even so, I’m still doing it against my will. Oh, I’m still not wearing a bra either, but I don’t really think I need one because its not as if my b.o.o.bs are huge.
“There’s no need for me to go to dressing room to change clothes.” (Tsukasa)
I said reasonably while checking to make sure the hem of my dress is laying down properly. I found out he hard way that it’s hard to tell whether if it is. The other day when I got up from eating lunch the hem was caught in my panties and I had no idea until mom and Miyuki started laughing about it.
“Well, you don"t have to bother with that.” (Mii)
“Okay, I’m ready, let’s eat some pudding!” (Tsukasa)
I said excited and happy. With light steps, Miyuki and I walk to the refrigerator.
◇ ◆ ◇ ◆
“Speaking of the three sacred treasures, they are the ‘Mirror of Eight Ta’ (Yata no Kagami), the ‘Senpaku Cloud Sword’ (Kusanagi no Tsurugi), and the ‘Jewel’ (Yasakani no Magatama). “ (Tsukasa)
(TN: If you are interested, I inserted hyperlinks for more information. It’s way too much info to easily list here.)
“Onee-chan is really good with history." (Mii)
Miyuki says looking down at her hands. With her acting that way, it’s hard for me to tell if she is complimenting me or being sarcastic.
"I want to propose three new sacred treasures. Pudding, soy sauce, and spoons.” (Tsukasa)
“Somehow, I don"t think that will work out.” (Mii)
Miyuki, who was sitting on the couch, said doubtfully to me. I was looking at her from where I was lying on the floor with a cushion under my chest, a spoon in my right hand, pudding in the left, and soy sauce beside me.
“I’m not going to give you my pudding no matter how much you stare at me.” (Mii)
“I already have my black pudding.” (Tsukasa)
(TN: Yes, some folks actually put soy sauce in their pudding, hence ‘black pudding’. I don’t get the appeal either, but oh well.)
“Say ‘premium, gorgeous, smooth, sea urchin pudding’.” (Tsukasa)
(TN: Okay… I’m glad I haven’t had dinner yet.)
“The premium and the gorgeous feel disappeared because of the soy sauce.” (Mii)
[Haa] I let out a huge sigh. The appearance of pudding with soy sauce in it is rather messy and far from appealing as Miyuki said. Looks and tastes are quite different though. If Miyuki would take a bite, I’m sure she would be hooked too and no I’m not going to give her some of mine.
[Mmm] (Tsukasa)
It’s just too delicious, so naturally, I started humming. It’s even good enough to make me kick my feet.
(TN: Is it just me or does he already have a lot of girlish gestures?)
“Already so girly.” (Mii)
(TN: Yep, what she said.)
Miyuki mutters quietly to herself, not that I could have heard her over my humming.
“Wow… premium, gorgeous, smooth, delicious pudding. It’s perfect with soy sauce in it.” (Tsukasa)
“I think onee-chan should apologize to the people of the pudding manufacturing industry.” (Mii)
“Oh Mii-chan change the TV channel, that drama should be starting soon.” (Tsukasa)
“Okay.” (Mii)
The TV turns to a rebroadcast of a drama series that I have been watching every day. It’s a teen romance drama, which was broadcast a few years ago. It is not overly interesting, but because it’s broadcast every day during spring break, I somehow haven’t been able to stop watching it since I had my fever. Probably because the TV had become my only way of killing time right then, so I have been watching it since the first episode. The story is a commonly used one, a boy is transferred into a girl’s cla.s.s in high school, but the boy and girl don’t remember they used to play together when they were young. The two gradually become more attracted to each other and eventually become lovers after overcoming many trials and tribulations.
“You know, seeing this makes me want to be in high school again.” (Tsukasa)
“Really?” (Mii)
“Well, maybe. It might be because go out with anyone then. I just had my friends Hayato, Akane, and Saki that I hung out with.” (Tsukasa)
“I’m pretty good friends with my onee-chan and Hayato-sempai.” (Mii)
“Mii-chan is my best friend” (Tsukasa)
Although my high school life was fulfilling, such as it was, I still feel as if there was something more I should have done. Thinking about it, if I had a way to do it again, I would do more than studying for exams.
“If I could go to high school again, it would be nice to try going out with someone. Well, that’s not going to happen anyway.” (Tsukasa)
You get one shot at things; there are no do-overs. Hey, that sounded kinda cool.
“Umm, by the way one-chan.” (Mii)
“Hmm?” (Tsukasa)
I look up at Miyuki while sucking on my spoon.
“I can see your panties because you flipped your skirt up when you were kicking your feet.” (Mii)
“Eh??” (Tsukasa)
I hurriedly check the hem; sure enough, the hem of my one-piece was up around my waist without my knowing and showing my cute polka dot panties.
“…..” (Tsukasa)
I silently straighten the hem of my dress. Miyuki’s expression that seemed to say ‘I’m not going to say anything’ was a little painful.
It’s not shameful even if you did see them!
(TN: Okay guys, just how many flags do you think Tsukasa set here? Author went a little nuts with them.)