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ED: PrunJuice [Fruit]
“I want to cut my hair. I really want to cut my hair!” (Tsukasa)
I tell my mother the night before the entrance ceremony. My silver hair has grown out so far that it reaches around base of my a.s.s. When I go to sit on a chair without thinking about it, I sometimes sit on it. It’s such a pain to deal with I want it gone.
However, my mom has a slightly different perspective.
“You will have to slit my throat before you can cut your hair!” (Mother)
She proclaims arrogantly, while shedding tears fell like Niagara Falls. I tried to tell her I wanted to donate my hair, but all she said was that I should treat my hair and my life in the same manner. It seems to be a very mom like thing to say. Regardless, I do know she really cares about me. The proof of that is I’m sucking my mom’s blood at the moment.
[Haa] [Haa] (Mother)
Unlike last time when I got blood from her finger, this time I’m biting her neck. It doesn’t seem to be painful for her. As she said before she is an ‘M’ who enjoys pain, but my sucking blood can’t feel all that pleasant. In any case, she’s giving me blood and I’m glad about that.
[Haa] [Haa] (Mother)
…this tastes wonderful.
[Haa] [Haa] ] [Haa] (Mother)
I can’t ignore her panting, so I let go of her neck and look up at her.
“Umm, hey, Mom.” (Tsukasa)
[Haa] [Haa] “…is something wrong?” (Mother)
I’m a little embarra.s.sed when she looks down at me with her eyes glittering. Stop that Mom. Don’t show such an adult look to your child.
“Can you stop making those kinds of sounds?” (Tsukasa)
“It’s because you’re sucking my blood and it feels so good!” (Mother)
………nothing I can do about it. I mentally shrug my shoulders, wordlessly bite her again and let it go.
[Haa] (Mother)
I bite down harder, with enough force that the mark from each tooth will be clearly visible.
[Haa] [Ahn] “So good! That’s it!” [Haa] (Mother)
It would be almost funny, if it wasn’t so strange. This must be very painful, yet this is how she reacts? Yep, it’s too late. I see a picture of a doctor standing there silently, shaking his head, as if he had just p.r.o.nounced her brain dead. I let her go, step back quickly, and look at her. Mom has a rather l.u.s.tful expression, but I already knew that.
“Well, I’ll go get dressed now.” (Tsukasa)
Without waiting for a reply, I left the living room and went back to my room. I swear to G.o.d, I’m going to ask Dad or Miyuki next time!
I don’t have much time left because I had to have blood this morning. I need to change into my school uniform. First, I take off the jersey and t-shirt that I wore to bed last night instead of pajamas. Next, I take a pale blue bra from the drawer, put my arms through, and hook the cups together, then reach inside each cup, pull each of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s into the proper position and ‘voilà’ cleavage! Mom mentioned the front hook type of bra is a lot easier to wear compared to a standard bra that you have to hook up in the back. I don’t really want to make a big deal out if it, I really don’t, but it’s amazing you can do something like this, even with smaller b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Thusly, men are deceived!
I had thought that I didn"t need a bra, but when I finally put one on, I was relieved that my nipples didn"t rub on my shirt. In addition, the feeling that my skin was being pulled is now somewhat reduced when I move around quickly. I feel like I have come to understand what Mom meant when she said that I needed to wear a bra even if I have small b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Well, if you’re curious. I’m wearing a white blouse, a red checkered skirt, a red checkered ribbon tie around my neck, which I’m adjusting in the mirror. I put on a camel-colored blazer and fasten the front with its gold-colored b.u.t.tons. Finally, I pull black knee socks onto each of my legs.
I pick up my skirt"s hem and flap it. It’s almost unbearable to think that this is really clothing. It’s nothing more than a piece of cloth wrapped around my waist and you can see my panties. You can see them from below, even if the wind doesn’t flip it up for everyone to see them. You can see them if you crouch. You can see them if you sit down with your legs apart. No matter how careful I am, it seems that you can see them, so you have to be prepared to be seen somewhat. By the way, that is why girls carefully choose their underwear. Oh, lest I forget to mention it, Miyuki also said that ‘your bra and panties have to match.’
Well, let"s just say that you can see my panties. Umm, that’s not quite right though. It’s the leg exposure that I’m most anxious about, especially my thighs. To me, showing this area is the most embarra.s.sing thing, since the last time I wore shorts was in elementary school. I tried wearing the knee socks that Miyuki had recommended, but they can’t hide absolutely everything. It seems that both my panties and thighs are covered if I wear stockings, but the material is somewhat transparent and it’s feels against my delicate skin makes me feel dejected as a man. Biologically, I’m completely a woman, so this is a simply matter of how it makes me feel.
I stand in front of the mirror to double check myself. There stood a very cute girl wearing the Lotus Pond Private High School girls’ uniform, blue eyes framed by silvery hair. Even though the uniform is familiar to me, it seems rather refreshing, as if I’m seeing for the first time.
When I received my uniform yesterday, I tried it on (yes, it fit) and I caught my hair on the back of my skirt, which flipped the hem. Mom warned me to mind the hem of my skirt. So, needless to say, I carefully check it.
Well, I’m sure I’ll be alright. Even so, I never thought I would go to high school again. On top of that, I will be attending as a girl. Okay, don"t get depressed. Try to think positively. Right, let’s use these next three years to enjoy my youth properly this time around. Yes, that’s it! Good!
…After all, I can’t afford to be depressed. I bend down, pick up my school bag which only contained pens and pencils, placed it over my shoulder and leave my room.
When I enter the living room, there was Mom, not seeming the least bit shaky after earlier, wearing a black pantsuit.
“Tsukasa, are you ready?” (Mother)
“Yes, are you ready to leave Mom?” (Tsukasa)
“We can leave at any time.” (Mother)
It looks like she’s in work mode. I wonder if something like a switch is flipped when she wears a suit. She’s acting as if she were a normal adult.
“Well, there"s not much time, so let’s go.” (Tsukasa)
“Tsukasa say peace!” (Mother)
Reflexively, I make a peace sign with my right hand and smile. The next moment a flash goes off in my face. When the spots clear from my vision, Mom is aiming a digital camera at me. Ah, so there is my usual perverted mom…
“… Shall we go?” (Tsukasa)
It’s too late to make a fuss now. Anyway, she will make full use of the digital camera today. I need to be careful not to yawn during the ceremony.