I Awoke to Find I Was the Girl Swordsman That Protects My Cousin Vol 1 Chapter 3

I Awoke: Chapter the Third - I am a Girl   Ryou’s cousin remained asleep with a carefree look on her face and showed no sign of waking.   Their childhood friend lay on the next bed over wearing only her bloomers.   Her s.h.i.+rt had burst when she transformed into an Oni, so her somewhat small b.r.e.a.s.t.s were exposed. He wanted to get her dressed, but there was nothing he could do.   There was nothing he could do about his own state of dress either.   He did his best not to look at her immodestly exposed body and placed the blanket over her.   (Really, now! What is going on with my body!?)   He had defeated the Oni trying to attack Yume.   It had been possessing Kimino, but she was back to normal and unharmed.   The maddening pleasure toying with his body had settled down after a quick nap and the overflowing energy he had used to defeat the Oni had calmed. He was supposed to have returned to his male body after that, but he remained a girl.   (I can’t let my cla.s.smates see me like this.)     His only choice was to sneak out of the school and return home.   He still wore his gym clothes. He had wanted to change, but his uniform was in the cla.s.sroom.   If he went to get it, he would have to expose his girl’s form to the cla.s.s. And if they found out he had a girl’s body now, who knows what they would do to him.   (They might go beyond just feeling up my t.i.ts…)   “C-c’mon, Ichijou!! Just the tip!! We’re friends, aren’t we!?”   “Uhyah! They’re so soft! You’ve got some really nice-feeling t.i.ts here!! I can touch your a-a.s.s too, can’t I?”   His vision grew dark as he imagined how his cla.s.smates would probably treat him.   He wanted to believe they would not do that, though.   Modoribas.h.i.+ Academy split the cla.s.ses between boys and girls.   They were free to commingle during the breaks between cla.s.ses and afterschool, but he did not like the thought of that filthy cla.s.sroom of only boys. If he set foot in there as a girl, he knew it would not end well.   And so he rushed home.   It was blatantly suspicious for a schoolgirl to be wandering around town in a gym outfit during school hours, so he pretended to be running an off-campus marathon for gym cla.s.s. The gym clothes were soaked with a s.e.xual sweat and the o.r.g.a.s.mic fluids, but that actually helped as it would make it look like he had worked up a sweat while running.   (I need to get home quickly, but I can really feel everyone’s eyes on me. I can’t seem to relax.)   His parents would have asked the main Ichijou family, headquarters of the Oni Controllers, about this, so they might know why he was still a girl and they might know how to fix it.   That thought sped up his pace. He was not wearing a bra below the gym s.h.i.+rt, so the b.r.e.a.s.t.s were free to bounce around so fiercely he thought they would burst free of the fabric.   There seemed to be a lot of people around for some reason and their eyes all focused on the two mounds bouncing so seductively on the running girl’s chest.   (My chest is what everyone’s looking at!?)   It took him a while to realize that.   As his feet kicked off the ground, the two giant b.r.e.a.s.t.s would bounce up and down.   Once he was focused on it, the movement embarra.s.sed him. On top of that, the inside of the s.h.i.+rt rubbed painfully against his nipples.   “Wow. Look at the size of those t.i.ts. But aren’t they bouncing a little too much? That’s so s.e.xy.”   “Is that girl not wearing a bra? I’m glad I was here to see this!!”   “Why is she running around here in gym clothes? Actually, I don’t care. I just need to take as many photos as I can.”   The voices of the pa.s.sersby brought his embarra.s.sment to the limit.   (Khhhh!! Don’t look, dammit!)   He could make some pretty good guesses just what fantasies were playing out in those men’s minds as they looked at his girl’s body.   He restrained the urge to shout at them and sped up even further even though it made his b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounce around all the more. He just wanted to get home as soon as possible.       When he finally made it home, his dignified face was a deep red from the looks of all the pa.s.sersby.   The embarra.s.sment had made him sweat even more than the running and the gym clothes were even more soaked. He changed into a familiar T-s.h.i.+rt and cargo pants and was finally able to relax.   He sighed while drinking some cold barley tea his mother brought him.   He suddenly realized his parents had been oddly kind since he turned into a girl. They were probably just trying to help him get through this trying time, but they did seem to be pampering him a little much.   They had mostly left him to his own devices when he was a boy. He had actually preferred that, so the sudden change felt a little annoying.   “You mean you don’t know when I’ll turn back into a boy?”   “That’s right. The most likely explanation is that your ability to sense evil energy had grown too sensitive, so you’re sensing an Oni that has yet to materialize and keeping your body ready to fight. The members of the main family can control their spiritual power, but those of us in the branch family haven’t been trained to do that.”   They had apparently asked the main family what the deal was. Ryou could only sigh in disappointment at his father’s explanation.   (So I’ll be stuck like this for a while?)   How had this happened to him? And how could Yume be the target of the Oni as Oninagusamu-hime?   They were both from the branch family line that was supposed to have long ago lost their spiritual power and ability to control Oni. His parents only ever visited the main family for New Year’s and Ryou had not gone along for years.   (Yume apparently goes with her parents every year, but the main family is so creepy…)   He recalled the uncomfortable atmosphere he had felt the last time he was there.   Until now, Oninagusamu-hime and Onikiri-hime had always come from the main family line, so they had been able to use their ability to control the Oni.   If they had been children of the main family, they may have been able to handle this just fine.   (The main family maintains their spiritual power by marrying within the bloodline, so if Yume and I were born to the main family, would we have been…married as cousins?)   He would be delighted to marry her, but he might not feel so great about it if it was forced on them as their familial duty. He felt like he understood why his ancestors in the branch family had chosen to leave the main family for a life of freedom, even if it meant losing their ability to control Oni.   (I just hope Yume and I turn back to normal soon…)   Someone from the main family was supposed to arrive to investigate the oddity and provide instructions, but the main family was busy with a variety of things and it would take some time before someone showed up.   “I told your teacher you left straight from the infirmary because you weren’t feeling well. And it seems Yume-chan and Kimino-chan are fine.”   As he was lost in thought while listening to his father tell him what the main family said, his mother returned after calling the school.   Ryou had of course been worried about Yume, but he had also been worried about his childhood friend who he had left half-naked in the infirmary. The “girl” breathed a sigh of relief and “her” mother leaned in close with a concerning look of enjoyment.   “By the way, Ryou-chan. You’re gonna need some clothes, aren’t you?”   At first, he did not understand. He had plenty of clothes and he was not interested in dressing up. He was also a little weirded out by the “chan” she added to his name. She had never called him that when he was a boy.   “To be honest, I’ve always wanted a daughter. Looking like that, you could be just as cute as Yume.”   (What in the h.e.l.l are you talking about, you sorry excuse for a father?)   He immediately wanted to murder his father, but he also grasped what his mother had meant.   “By clothes…do you mean…girl’s clothes?”   “What else would she mean!?”   “What else would I mean♪!?”   The couple immediately replied in perfect unison.   “You always looked so dull as a boy, but those sharp angled eyes make you look so dignified as a girl~ I can’t wait to figure out what outfit looks best on you. We need to buy some underwear too. You take after me with those giant b.o.o.bs, so you need a proper bra♪”   Yume and his mother both had large chests. They seemed to be a large-breasted bloodline. Not that that mattered now.   “N-not a chance! I-I’m not wearing girl’s clothes!! I’m a boy! I-I never want to wear girl’s underwear!! What I have is good enough!”   The physical transformation was enough of a shock, so he was not sure he could maintain his sanity if he also had to wear women’s clothing. He stormed out of the living room, leaving his cheerful parents behind.   “Ryou-chan?”   “I’m going to the bathroom! Don’t follow me!!”   His mother pursued him with a puzzled tilt of the head, so he gave her a threatening glare and fled to somewhere he could be alone.   “Honestly. This isn’t just fun and games… It’s a huge problem for me!”   He unzipped the cargo pants. He seemed to have drunk too much tea after running because the urge to pee rapidly rose within him. He brought his fingers to his crotch to deal with that, but then he realized something.   “I-it’s not there!? Oh, right… I’m a girl…”   He wanted to pee standing up, but he lacked the p.e.n.i.s needed to guide the urine. As he stood there in confusion, the urge to pee only grew.   “How do I do this as a girl!? I sit down…right? But, wow. I really have to pee!”   He had not been ready for this at all, so he panicked a little. And perhaps due to the difference in bodily structure, he had far less resistance to the urge than as a boy. This panicked him further. At this rate, he was going to pee himself.   “Y-you’re kidding, right!? No, I can’t get the b.u.t.ton undone.”   He was already rubbing his inner thighs together to bear with the tension in his lower stomach. He could tell the stream was going to burst forth as soon as he relaxed in the slightest.   He only needed to unb.u.t.ton the pants, pull them down, and sit on the toilet, but he was too panicked to do even that.   “Oh, no…Why…why can’t I get them off!?”   He struggled with the pants while wiggling his b.u.t.t with his legs bent. He finally managed to get the b.u.t.ton through the small hole in the thick fabric and started lowering the cargo pants, but…   “—————!! Ah, ahhh, ahhhh~~~~~~!”   He may have prematurely relaxed because a warm liquid flowed from the loosely closed urethra.   “N-no…I…didn’t make it…”   His entire body relaxed at the indescribable sense of release.   The great pressure in his lower stomach was released and it felt good enough to send a tremor through him.   At the same time, he felt so pathetic he wanted to cry.   He was in high school and yet he had just p.i.s.sed himself.   Plus, he could not stop it once it had started. The stream flowing from his bladder pa.s.sed through the short urethra and soon leaked out.   With his legs bent and pants half-lowered, the urine flowed from his crotch, down his leg, and into a large puddle on the floor. Its warmth brought despair. The way the wet cargo pants stuck to his leg only made him feel more pathetic.   (Uuh… A girl’s body can’t hold it in at all…)   The long, long urination finally ended and he was overcome with lethargy.   He just about fell down onto the pee-soaked floor, but…   “Ryou-chan, are you okay? Can you go to the bathroom on your own? Oh, my!!”   He had apparently forgotten to lock the door, so his mother, worried that he was taking so long, opened it.   “You idiot! Wh-why would you just open the door like that? …At least…knock…”   He wanted to die. Having his mother see him soaked in pee like this was the worst. He wanted to act tough, but he felt so pathetic tears welled up in his eyes.   He was fairly certain any attempt to speak would end in sobbing, so he did not even try. She told him to wait a moment, headed for another room, and soon came back.   On the way, she made sure Ryou’s father stayed away when he started approaching to see what was going on.   “They say girls have a lot harder time holding it in, so it must be completely different for you know. I should have warned you. Sorry.”   She swiftly removed his half-lowered cargo pants and neatly wiped off his p.i.s.s-soaked lower body with a towel.   “Go take a shower to clean yourself off. I’ll have a change of clothes ready for you.”   He felt like he had been transported back to his younger years as he was sent off to the bath.   Her next task was likely to clean up the bathroom floor covered in her “daughter’s” pee.   He felt bad, but he wordlessly walked to the bath, removed his T-s.h.i.+rt, and turned the shower’s faucet.   He trembled at the cold water, but the powerful spray gradually grew warmer and helped soothe his depressed feelings.   (When will I turn back into a boy? I’m not sure I can keep going as a girl.)   When he hung his head, he could not help but stare at the weighty mounds that the water droplets were bouncing off of. He sighed at the thought of his coming life as a girl.       When Ryou woke up in the morning, he never wanted to leave the bed.   Despite his apparent depression, he had ended up spending all night masturbating.   Remembering p.i.s.sing himself and having his mother clean up after him brought on an odd arousal that allowed him to c.u.m countless times, so he was truly hopeless.   “I may have a girl’s body, but I’m actually a guy. I can’t help it if I’m really h.o.r.n.y.”   The endless l.u.s.t of a high school boy combined with that sensitive and perfectly-proportioned girl’s body was the ultimate drug. No one could resist that.   He muttered an excuse to himself, made up his mind, and got up.   Yume always showed up to wake him, but she was not here today. According to her mother, she had headed to school on her own.   (That’s unavoidable for a while. I can’t walk to school with her when I look like this.)   After taking his shower, his mother had brought him to buy some clothes.   He had been unable to resist so soon after letting her see something so embarra.s.sing and he did not want to remember how she had used him as her dress-up doll. She had even put him in a dress he did not think he would ever have a chance to wear and even some highly revealing and risqué outfits. She had refused to listen to anything he said and had chosen all of the clothes on her own.   He put on the plainest and most modest white underwear using the method she had taught him before.   “Th-this feels weird.”   Without the p.e.n.i.s and b.a.l.l.s getting in the way, the fabric of the panties clung tightly to the crotch. His b.u.t.t had more volume than when he had been a boy yet there was far less fabric than his boxers. The well-shaped and soft mounds were contained tightly within.   The biggest change from being a boy was the feeling of the sizable mounds on his chest being so gently enveloped.   “I’m a guy, yet I’m wearing a bra… This is so weird…”   More than just weird, the previously unrestrained mounds were contained in a lovely bell shape, which increased their charm by a level or two. The cleavage was much more p.r.o.nounced, so anyone – boy or girl – who peeked at that chest would be unable to look away.   As a former boy, the pressure on the chest felt strange, but he appreciated the reduction in the unpleasant weight on his shoulders and bouncing of the b.r.e.a.s.t.s every time he moved.   Before putting it on, he had thought boy’s underwear would be fine, but he was forced to admit that girl’s underwear was quite comfortable as it eliminated the pain of the nipples rubbing against the s.h.i.+rt and the stiffer fabric of the boxers rubbing against the sensitive parts of the crotch.   “I can’t just stick with the boy’s uniform either…”   As he started realizing just how different his body had become, he put on the new uniform. The blouse and blazer were not all that different, but the frills on the sleeves were quite girly. He tied a red ribbon around the neck instead of a tie. It emphasized the size of the chest, so it was a little embarra.s.sing. He then put a strawberry-colored checked skirt on when he normally would have worn gray slacks.   “I-isn’t this…a little too short?”   He was pretty sure people would be able to see the panties below if he bent over or lifted a leg a little.   He checked in the mirror and was dumbfounded at what he found.   “————!! Th-that’s…me?”   He saw a cool-looking beautiful girl with angled eyes who was wrinkling her brow in embarra.s.sed confusion. The tall frame had large b.r.e.a.s.t.s and a large b.u.t.t, but the waist was slender. He could only stare in awe, even though this was him. The smooth white thighs showed up well between the black over-knee socks and skirt.   “Z-Zettai Ryouiki… This is pretty s.e.xy, even though it’s just the normal girl’s uniform. And the skirt really is short!!”   His long legs made the normal-length skirt look all the shorter. He had looked pretty boring as a boy, so he was confused to find how eye-catchingly beautiful he was after genderbending.   Modoribas.h.i.+ Academy was run by the main Ichijou family and both the board chairman and princ.i.p.al were part of the family. It had been simple to get genderbent Ryou admitted into the girl’s cla.s.s as a different person so he could most easily protect Oninagusamu-hime in his role as Onikiri-hime.   He had hoped to remain fairly inconspicuous and secretly live his school life as a girl until he had his boy’s body back, but he was certain he would stand out like this.   A premonition of troubles to come filled Ryou’s chest with worries.       “Before beginning homeroom, I would like to introduce a newcomer to Cla.s.s 1-Cherry Blossom.”   The gla.s.ses girl teacher who stepped into the girls cla.s.s was supposedly in her thirties, yet she looked no older than middle school and the students spread rumors that she never aged. Her name was Tamai Nanako and she was commonly known as Tama-chan-sensei.   Immediately, ear-splitting cries of joy erupted and overpowered their target.   “Wow~ She’s so cool and beautiful.”   “She’s tall and her arms and legs are so long. She’s like a model. I wonder if she’s good at sports. What club is she gonna join?”   “She looks like the cool taciturn type. I wonder if she’ll let me call her Onee-sama!!”   The cries of praise only made Ryou feel uncomfortable. He furrowed his brow as the girls’ eyes swept across his entire body, but that only made those with an odd fetish shout “Ahh, I want her to insult me while looking at me like that!”   When he took a furtive glance toward the window, Yume raised her head, looking a little upset, and stared in surprise when she saw him. He quickly looked away.   She was probably feeling down after not being able to walk to school with him like normal. She had only been told Ryou had suddenly come down with something and had to spend some time recovering.   (I’d be too embarra.s.sed if she found out I’m a girl now and she’d definitely feel bad if she found out it was to protect her from the Oni. This was the only way.)   After pulling himself together, he waited for the students to quiet down and he opened his mouth.   “I transferred into this school starting today. My name is Ichijou Ryo-…”   He very nearly gave his real name, so he quickly cleared his throat to hide it. That only gathered further attention, so he gave the girl’s name he and his parents had come up with the day before. It was only an alternate reading of his real name, but it completely changed the impression of the name.   “My name is Ichijou Haruka. Nice to meet all of you.”   Once he bowed, the students began speaking amongst themselves.   “Ichijou? Is she Yume-chi’s relative?”   “She does look like her. But maybe not that much?”   Focus s.h.i.+fted to his cousin and Yume looked confused herself.   “Ichijou Haruka-san is apparently the twin sister of Ichijou Ryou-kun from the boys Bear cla.s.s.”   Tama-chan-sensei answered the students’ questions using the information the princ.i.p.al had given her. While the girls cla.s.ses were named after flowers, giving them an elegant feel, the boys cla.s.ses were named after tough animals like bears or bulls, which seemed kind of awful.   “The twins were raised separately due to certain circ.u.mstances, but since the brother is recovering from a sudden illness at a relative’s house, the sister returned to her parents in his place. She will also be attending school here. Oh, and that would make her Ichijou Yume-san’s cousin.”   Applause of comprehension and rejoicing erupted from the students.   The entire cla.s.s (including the teacher) seemed to have bought the explanation they had made up in a single night, so Ryou…no, the “girl” named Ichijou Haruka breathed a sigh of relief with a dignified look on her face.   “As for your seat, um, you’d probably feel more comfortable next to your cousin. And it looks like Ichijou-san wants to help you out.”   The young-looking gla.s.ses girl teacher smiled bitterly toward Yume who was leaning forward with her eyes wide.   The next row over s.h.i.+fted back one seat to open up the seat to Yume’s right.   “Um… You’re Ryou-chan’s sister?”   “Y-yes. Nice to meet you, Yume.”   Haruka smiled while worried that Yume would realize who she really was, but her cousin’s innocent features only grew red.   (I-is she blus.h.i.+ng? Yume’s so d.a.m.n cute.)   The way Yume lowered her head and gave Haruka an upturned look made her want to hug the girl. Haruka’s female form gave her harsher features and her expression did not change as much as before. She was worried Yume would be afraid, but it seemed she had managed to smile.   “I never knew Ryou-chan had a twin sister.”   “Yes, well, I was left with the main family shortly after birth and was raised there. It was something of a secret…”   Even if they were relatives, the main Ichijou family dealt in the paranormal and did not let the branch family line know about their internal affairs. And the branch family lived in normal society, so they did not try to set foot in the realm of the paranormal outside of unforeseen situations like this. This excuse would normally never work, but their relations.h.i.+p with the head family allowed it to work here.   And besides that, Yume never doubted anyone. Haruka had supposedly been raised in secret away from her parents, so Yume gave her a sympathetic look.   “You almost never get to see your twin brother, so you must be worried that he’s sick. Oh, I know! How about we go visit him after school today!? He’s in the hospital, right? I wonder which one.”   “Um, uh… Ryou is being treated at the main family… His life is not in danger, but he said not to visit him to make sure you didn’t catch what he has…”   “Eh…? I-I see. Then I guess we can’t do that. At least I know he’ll be fine with the main family. But I wonder if he’s feeling lonely. He almost never went there.”   Haruka should have known Yume would ask about this, but she had not thought about it at all. Fortunately, she managed to come up with an excuse on the fly.   (If this keeps up, I won’t be able to deceive her forever…)   It pained her to know Yume was worried. She knew more than ever that she had to return to her male form as soon as possible and she also had trouble relaxing with all the curious looks pouring down on her within the cla.s.sroom of nothing but girls.   Before too long, cla.s.s came to an end and a short break period began. All of the girls in the cla.s.s rushed toward Haruka. Plus, they were all changing for gym cla.s.s, so they had all stripped down to their underwear.   (Wow, that girl has huge t.i.ts! Oh, c.r.a.p. If I stare like this, she’ll get mad… No, wait. I’m a girl now.)   Haruka had seen these girls every day and this was a chance to see the bodies hidden below their uniforms. She was curious yet unsure where to look, so she lowered her blus.h.i.+ng head.   Even so, the girls remained in their immodest state of undress, defenselessly pressed their soft bodies toward the new girl who was actually a boy, and happily teased each other.   The girls of this school had always been relatively energetic, but this told Haruka that they still made sure to act somewhat ladylike in front of the boys.   Surrounded by a sweet aroma and with stripping girls no matter where she looked, Haruka thought she was going to get a nosebleed.   (I-I never knew there were so many different kinds of underwear… And they all have different body types… I can’t believe I can be here without them getting mad… Yet I’m really a boy…)   This situation would have been unthinkable back when she was a boring boy. If she bragged about it to the boys after returning to her original cla.s.s, they would likely shed tears of blood.   But as Haruka entered a dreamlike state, the girls surrounding her only grew more energetic.   “Hey, hey. Where did you live before?” “You’re even more beautiful up close! Your skin’s so white~ How do you take care of it?” “Eh? You’re cousins, but this is the first time you’ve met!?” “So Ichijou-kun from the boys cla.s.s is your twin? You don’t look anything alike~” “Actually, what did he look like? He didn’t leave much of an impression on me.”   Their energetic high-pitched voices hurt her ears as they all asked questions at once. They refused to wait their turn, so she could not pick out any single question. Even so, the comments insulting her male self rang clear in her ears, causing her heart to wither.   “Hey, if you don’t get changed soon, the break will end. Here, I’ll help you out♪”   As Haruka sat in an overwhelmed stupor, still in her uniform, a girl with a mischievous smile caught her with a surprise attack. Her b.u.t.tons were swiftly undone and her uniform’s coat skillfully stripped away.   “Wah!! Wh-what are you doing!?”   Her cry of surprise was drowned out by shrill shrieks.   “Kyah! She’s even better with her clothes off!! She’s got giant b.o.o.bs! They’re just huge!”   “Her figure is too good. …I’m jealous!!”   “She’s tall and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s are big. I’ve got to see how those things feel. Ey!!”   “Hey, no fair! Me too!! I’ll just hug her!”   “Ahh!! Stop that! Don’t touch me there…hwah!!”   Haruka had become a toy. Her blouse and skirt were also stripped off with incredible skill, leaving her body exposed to the girls’ eyes in nothing but a white bra, white panties, and over-knee socks.       Seeing those girls in their underwear had been embarra.s.sing enough, but having them see her as a girl in nothing but her underwear was about as embarra.s.sing as it could get.   Also, her visibly reddening body was touched all over, providing a ticklish and pleasant sensation.   (Ah, wh-why is this girl groping my t.i.ts!? Hyah! Don’t stick your finger there! Ahh, no! My body’s so sensitive, so if you touch me like that…!!)   Heat filled her lower stomach and a restless throbbing spread from there.   This was no laughing matter. The girls likely intended it as some slight teasing, but if she started moaning, they would immediately treat her like a pervert.   (Wh-what do I do? I can’t just drive them away. Th-this is bad. Nn, this girl’s elbow…is. .h.i.tting my nipple. Fwah, why is that one pus.h.i.+ng her knee against my crotch and pressing in right where it feels s-so good!?)   Her breathing grew heavy and her eyes grew unfocused and damp. It was only a matter of time before a sweet voice escaped her lips. And since she was in her underwear, how could she hide the stain that was bound to form from the damp feeling growing inside her panties?   When she lowered her blus.h.i.+ng face, it only led her cla.s.smates to call her cute all the more. But just as she was thinking of growing more forceful by breaking free and running off…   “C’mon, give it a rest already! She clearly doesn’t know what to do!!”   A loud cry rose above the other voices and instantly silenced the other girls.   A strong tug on the hand pulled Haruka from the swarm of girls and she found a girl with boyish determination on her face.   (Kimino…)   It was the childhood friend that she had been possessed by an Oni just the day before. Haruka was glad to see her safe and doing well.   Yume’s eyes were widened in worry next to her.   The two had already finished changing into their gym outfits and Haruka was disappointed she had missed the chance to see them changing.   “A beautiful transfer student isn’t worth getting that excited about. And she can’t exactly change when you’re doing that. If you don’t hurry up, we’ll all be late.”   Their cla.s.smates came back to their senses once Kimino scolded them, so they awkwardly apologized and sadly resumed changing.   Haruka breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put on her gym outfit in order to hide her underwear.   She had an oddly hard time relaxing with the skin-tight fabric revealing the shape of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s so clearly.   She had never worn bloomers before, so she was surprised by how tightly they wrapped around her crotch and squeezed at the base of her legs. It bothered her how oddly comfortable it was.   She felt her b.u.t.t being squeezed out, so she pulled up the fabric with a fingertip to force her flesh back inside.   As she fidgeted restlessly, her childhood friend spoke to her while giving those wonderful proportions a look of envy.   “Sorry about that~ No one was trying to be mean.”   “Um, right. I…uh, well, I-I was just a little surprised. Thanks for saving me, Kimino.”   Speaking like she did as a boy would probably be fine, but she was afraid that someone would notice if she sounded too much like Ryou. That was why her mother had taught her to speak more like a girl. It felt weird to her, but no one else seemed to notice.   The fact that everyone saw her as a girl made her feel a little pathetic.   “You’re welcome. …Huh? Did I tell you my name?”   Whoops. Haruka had been so focused on the way she was speaking that she had accidentally used her childhood friend’s name like she was still Ryou.   “Oh, um, you seemed so much like the person I heard about from Ryou. You’re Sakatani Kimino, right?”   “F-from Ryou!? Ryou was talking about me…? Wh-what did he say!?”   At times like this, Haruka was glad her confusion did not show on her expressionless face. As soon as she thought she had smoothed things over, Kimino suddenly grew fl.u.s.tered.   “Kimono-chan?”   Haruka wasn’t sure what to do with Kimino moving in so close, but that childhood friend came back to her senses when Yume called out to her.   “Oh, s-sorry. Um…I was just wondering if Ryou was saying bad things about me. Ah ha ha. …Now, let’s get to the schoolyard.”   After a confused excuse, Kimino left the cla.s.sroom with her face beet red.       They still had a little time until cla.s.s, so Haruka and the others stopped by the bathroom. She did not need to pee all that much, but after the disaster at home the day before, she wanted to deal with it before that happened again.   (But…I really feel like I’m doing something wrong here…)   Inside a stall in the girl’s bathroom, Haruka’s heart pounded from a forbidden sensation of discomfort.   There was of course nothing wrong with this since she had a girl’s body at the moment. In fact, using the boy’s bathroom would be an even bigger problem. Still, this was an inviolable sanctuary to that “girl” who was really a boy.   To make matters worse, her cousin and childhood friend were relieving themselves in the two neighboring stalls.   (Uuh… Why do I feel so guilty!? Don’t picture what’s going on beyond those walls!!)   She had to build her resolve and pee here. She lowered her bloomers and panties to her knees and sat on the toilet. According to some embarra.s.sing advice from her mother, she needed to be careful because it might scatter about since she was not used to this.   (O-oh, right. She said to flush the toilet so you can’t hear it.)   She had thought that sounded wasteful at first, but now that the time had come, she could understand it all too well. Having anyone else hear her peeing would be too embarra.s.sing.   She flushed the toilet, relaxed her body, and focused on the sphincter.   “Nn…”   The warm spray readily surged from her crotch. Without the sensation of it gradually pa.s.sing through the p.e.n.i.s, it felt oddly like it was directly flowing out from the inside of her body, so it was almost anticlimactic.   “Ahhh~~”   Still, the force of the urine tickled at the folds of her slit and she sighed at the pleasant feeling.   (Peeing as a girl feels kind of good… I could get oddly used to this, but I need to make sure I don’t p.i.s.s myself again.)   She had not needed to go that badly, so she finished quickly.   (A girl has to wipe, right?)   Two or three shakes was enough for a boy, but without a p.e.n.i.s, a girl’s crotch ended up wet with scattered urine.   “Nn…”   She wiped gently with toilet paper and the rough stimulus on her flower petals brought a tremor to her tailbone. If she had not been in the school bathroom, the pleasure would have led her to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e right then and there. She casually looked down at the toilet paper and saw a sticky string of a clear liquid that obviously was not urine.   (Sigh… This body is just too sensitive…)   The thought of Yume and Kimino finding out only brought out more sticky heat deep inside her crotch.   Confused by the uncontrollable s.e.xuality of her female body, she left the girl’s bathroom and found the other two waiting for her. She blushed at the embarra.s.sment of using the bathroom together as girls were wont to do. As the three of them walked to the schoolyard, they heard the voices of the boys from behind them.   “Wow! She really is beautiful!!”   “Is she really Ichijou’s twin? She looks nothing like him!! That SOB’s been hiding this pretty sister, hasn’t he!?”   Their stupid faces gave Haruka a headache. They were the ones she had always hung out with as Ryou. And yet…   (Did they always look that stupid? They look pathetic. And…what’s with that sticky look in their eyes? Why are they staring at me like that!?)   She was confused by her friends’ odd behavior. They seemed like different people altogether. They were like starving beasts and she did not dare let her guard down. Caution naturally built up inside her.   She wrinkled her brow in a look of astonishment, but they did not hesitate to blatantly leer at her chest, thighs, and crotch.   (————!! Wait! Don’t tell me…they’re looking at me as a g-girl! They’re looking at my body…with dirty looks in their eyes…!)   She was shocked when she realized what their gazes meant.   Her former friends were viewing her as a woman…as a target of desire.   And only after becoming a girl could she tell just how blatantly l.u.s.tful and unpleasant their eyes were.   (I-is this how guys…look at girls?)   Had she looked at Yume and Kimino like this? That thought brought on intense self-loathing.   “What’s with all of you?” asked Kimono. “Ohhhh, I get it. You heard the rumors about Ryou’s twin sister, so you came to check her out.”   “Ha ha. Well, Haruka-chan is beautiful,” added Yume. “And she looks a lot like Ryou-chan.”   “No, they don’t look anything alike. Ryou was a rusted blunt weapon while she’s a finely-honed katana.”   “Oh, so her name’s Haruka? Hey, Haruka-san, how about you come join us for karaoke afterschool today?”   Haruka backed away with goose b.u.mps covering her skin, but Kimino and Yume seemed completely fine.   Yet even as they spoke with the boys, those l.u.s.tful eyes were stealing glances at their chests and bloomers.   Plus, it seemed the two girls were aware of it.   After cowering back like a cautious animal, Haruka glared sharply at the boys while hiding behind Kimino and Yume.   However, they paid no heed to the look of rejection and Watanabe, her best friend back in the boys cla.s.s, gave an intense look in return.   (Wh-what’s with Watanabe?)   The veins bulged out on his temples and his face grew so red it looked like it would erupt. Afraid he was angry about something, Haruka grew even more cautious, but the red of his face only grew as he quickly stole a glance at her chest from close range. Then he looked straight into her eyes with such ferocity that everyone fell silent.   “Haruka-san! I am Watanabe Tsunayos.h.i.+!! This is what they call love at first sight! To the point that I want you as my wife! I will make you a happy woman!! So please go out with me!”   He grabbed her hands and held them tight in his sweaty palms.   With displeasure rising inside her, she could only describe him with the clichéd term “creepy”.   Goose b.u.mps completely covered her body now.   (I just…had a boy…confess to me… A boy… But I’m a boy… Watanabe…a boy…just said he wants me…as his wife…?)   Everyone else was going nuts, but she could not hear any of it with the blood rus.h.i.+ng to her head.   Since she froze up and did not respond, Watanabe moved his face in close.   That face was flushed and sweaty and he was breathing heavily through his nose.   “Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.s.sssssssssss!!”   After a bizarre cry, Haruka broke free of his hands.   She gathered all her strength into a right hook that mercilessly struck Watanabe in the face.   Then she ran away with just as much force.   “Kh… An excellent punch. I’ve fallen for you…even more…”   After bouncing down the hallway and rolling thrice due to the intensity of the punch, the back of his head slammed into the floor.   After asking a girl to date him without realizing that she was actually a boy (and his best friend at that), the boy coughed up some blood, muttered a few satisfied words, and pa.s.sed out on the spot.