I Will Return Again Chapter 3

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After I had ran the few steps from the living room to the dressing room, I stepped inside and locked the door so Miyuki couldn’t follow me inside. Immediately after, the doork.n.o.b started to rattle, so leaned against the door and held the lock handle.

“Onii-chan! Come on, open the door!” (Mii)

“Why in the world would I do that?!” (Tsukasa)

I shout at Miyuki through the door. The door is shaking enough that I’m actually a little worried she will break it down. I don’t think it will be the door that breaks, but the lock is a different story since it’s just a cheaply made interior lock. So, all I can do is continue to lean against the door and hold the lock until she gives up.

“Hey, onii-chan, let’s bath together.” (Mii)

“That’s not going to happen!” (Tsukasa)

“Come on, I just want to see whether you are an A, B, or maybe even a C cup. I just need to look. Hey, you don’t have to hide anything, okay?” (Mii)

"Mii-chan, you are making me nervous!” (Tsukasa)

You are far too insistent. I just want to take a shower and soak in the bath. What are you thinking? A, B, or whatever. The size of my b.o.o.bs doesn’t matter.

“Please, your little sister is asking for this.” (Mii)

“No matter how much you beg!” (Tsukasa)

“Uhh.” (Mii)

“Well, it’s impossible, just impossible. Don't you understand there are limits in this world?” (Tsukasa)

“You are talking about a credit card, right? The last time mom bought a purse on the internet, she used her father's credit card and said ' Oh, it's got a limit '.” (Mii)

“That's Dad’s credit card he uses to go drinking!” (Tsukasa)

Oh, by the way, Dad was b.i.t.c.hing recently because ‘I tried to use my card to buy drinks for my kohai at work and couldn’t. I ended up having to borrow money from them.’ Well, well, mom’s shopping was the cause. Poor dad.

“Dad’s liquor bill doesn't matter.” (Mii)

“Well, it doesn't matter, but it's important to have that kind of good relations.h.i.+p, right?” (Tsukasa)

“If that’s true, then we need to deepen the relations.h.i.+p between brother and sister.” (Mii)

“That is diving into the gutter, not deepening our relations.h.i.+p.” (Tsukasa)

“Onii-chan is being a smarta.s.s!” (Mii)

“Ugh! Go back to the living room!” (Tsukasa)

It suddenly got quiet. Neither the door, nor was the doork.n.o.b were rattling. Did she really go back that easily?

“You are completely besieged. Please, come out and quietly surrender.” (Mii)

She is still there. Well, maybe it’s time to put on a small play.

“What is this? Your sins will only become heavier.” (Tsukasa)

What sin is crime?

“Your mother will also cry.” (Tsukasa)

“You should do the right thing.” (Tsukasa)

“Tsukasa, please, surrender yourself.” (Mother)

“Mom?!” (Tsukasa)

I’m very surprised to hear my mom speak to me. I also hear crying. It seems she’s going all out with this.

"How can you make your mother cry like this this?” (Mii)

"[Gusu] Tsukasa.” (Mother)

(TN: Sfx for crying.)

“[Gu]” (Tsukasa)

(TN: Sfx for a hard swallow.)

Mom’s performance is too much and it really makes me feel like I'm doing something bad.

“Tsukasa. Please come out. Come out and let your mom touch your b.r.e.a.s.t.s.” (Mother)

My feelings of guilt lasted for about a millisecond.

“Tsukasa, let mom touch your b.r.e.a.s.t.s! If that’s impossible, let's get your measurements at least!” (Mother)

“Who wants that?! Where did my normal, serious mother go? What did you do with her?” (Tsukasa)

“What are you talking about? Your mother is always your mother. I’m always serious. I seriously want to see the nakedness of Tsukasa now. I want to touch her. I want to play with her.” (Mother)

What the h.e.l.l are you saying to your son? I hear a strange voice making a kind of ‘Gu he he’ sound.

(TN: GuHeHe is sfx for the laugh of a drunk or semi-conscious person. Basically Mommy got all wound up.)

“Mii-chan! Take mother and go back to the living room!” (Tsukasa)

“Ah, onii-chan, just a minute. Mom, let's go back.” (Mii)

“Mother wants to get her naked.” (Mother)

“No, I will take you farther away if you go that far.” (Mii)

“Miyuki, don’t push me!” (Mother)

Their footsteps moved away and then I hear to the living room open and close. I move away from the door a let out a heavy sigh of relief. Ugh, I’m tired. I raise my head and found a cute silver-haired girl looking at me in the mirror. Who is that? I tilt my head questioningly and she does the same. Ah, that’s right, took me a few seconds to realize that this is me now.

Unhappy, I saw a pair of red and blue eyes reflected in the mirror. Then I looked at my long, silky, silver hair that faintly glowed in the fluorescent light. My smooth, clear, snow-white skin still had a faint reddish hue from all the yelling a little while ago. “She’s kinda s.e.xy,” I muttered to myself. My favorite t-s.h.i.+rt hung loosely off one shoulder, which made me feel like I had borrowed it from an older brother and other than exposing one of my shoulders, it utterly lacked in any s.e.x appeal. It took me a moment to realize yet again, I really was a girl.

Discouraged, I drop my shoulders and shake my head. What am I supposed to say to my friends? How about going to college? Believe me, I don’t really think that is going to happen. Honestly, thinking about the future is just depressing. I felt the sudden need to crouch down and hide my face in my hands, but I was somehow able to suppress the urge.

Ugh, stop this already and let’s take a shower. That should help make me feel better. Alright, time to get undressed.

Hmm. I somehow feel like I’m forgetting something important. Just what was it? While thinking about what it could be, I take off my t-s.h.i.+rt and pants. Well, sooner or later, I will remember.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror and that jarred my memory. I’m now a girl. Taking a bath means, I had to remove my clothes. Removing my clothes means…

A long, thin neck with no Adam’s apple, moderate although well-shaped b.r.e.a.s.t.s, slightly hourgla.s.s shaped body, with a neatly tucked in waist. My b.u.t.t seems to be slightly larger than it was and…

My face reflected in the mirror burned bright red instantly. It’s easy to see, because my skin is so white.

I saw her naked. I really ended up looking at a girl naked. It isn’t that I dislike that kind of thing, but I'm really embarra.s.sed. Actually, I'm so embarra.s.sed I could die. I somehow took my eyes off the mirror and grabbed the t-s.h.i.+rt I had taken off.

No, it’s a shower, so I can't wear my clothes. Anyway, I have already seen myself naked now. Just why am I acting like I should be ashamed? Okay, let’s look in the mirror again.

…Umm, yep, not a problem. Okay, on second thought, I lied, I’m dizzy.

“Where’s?” I thought I heard Miyuki, but I couldn’t have, because the door is locked and she’s in the living room with mom. Anyway, let’s get this done. I turn on the water and wait for it warm up. Once it does, I spray myself down beginning with my head and letting it run down onto my body, slowly warming me up.

I decide to wash my hair first, so I pick up the shampoo bottle, closed my eyes, push the plunger twice, and begin to shampoo my hair. I noticed it isn’t lathering up as it usually does almost immediately. Oh, right, it’s because I have long hair now. It seems I will need to use a lot more shampoo than I used to. I fumble for the shampoo bottle, push the plunger down twice more, and try again. This times it lathers up in my hair as it should.

I rinse out the shampoo out of my hair, pick up the sponge and body wash and start to scrub down as usual.

“Ah!”

I say unintentionally as the pain hits me. I look at my arm and the area I had just washed with the sponge was quite red. Well, girls’ skin is soft after all, but I didn’t realize a their skin was so fragile. I’m definitely going to have to be more careful. I gently washed the rest of my body, while I hummed a nursery rhyme. It isn’t that I hummed it because I’m upset or anything. It’s purely a coincidence.

After I finish was.h.i.+ng my body, I pick up the conditioner and read the back about how to use it. It says I have to leave it in for a while, so I put it in my hair and decide to wash my face in the meantime.

“I'll put your change of underwear and clothes in here.” (Mother)

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” (Tsukasa)

I cracked open my eyes and I could see my mom’s outline through the frosted gla.s.s door. She seemed to have put a new change of clothes for me right next to the door. I thought she would leave right after that, but she was hanging out in the dressing room for some reason. She soon finished whatever she was doing and left the room. Well, maybe she was collecting the laundry.

Eh? It took me a minute for what had just happened to register with me. How did she get in? I had locked the dressing room door.  

I rinse the conditioner out of my hair, combing through it with my fingers as I do so, turn off the water, open the door, reach out, take a bath towel and gently begin to dry my hair. Just my hair saturated a towel already? I take a second towel and wipe down my body and then my still dripping hair again. Step over to the was.h.i.+ng machine and drop both towels inside. Then I look at the shelf beside the door for my change of clothes mom brought in for me. What’s this?

I’m holding the underwear that my mom left for me. Small, thin, cutely adorned with ribbons, girl’s panties. I look through the other clothes my mom left me and thankfully, there wasn’t a bra there. Well, even I know that the size is important, so there shouldn’t have been one for me here.

‘Well, this isn’t going to work for me’ I say to myself. I look for the boxers I took off a short time ago. Honestly, there is no way I can wear them. It would just too embarra.s.sing. She must have taken them when she brought in the change of clothes, because I can’t find them anywhere. Do I really have to do this?

Unwillingly, I pick back up the panties, put both legs through, and quickly pull them up. I would have never thought… Unexpectedly, they are quite comfortable and the material feels quite nice against my skin. Unlike boxers that are loose, these fit perfectly, almost as if they were painted on. Suddenly, I have a sinking feeling, as if I just lost something important to me.

[Hah] Next task, the clothes she left me. Reach out to take… I notice something s.h.i.+ning between the wall and the was.h.i.+ng machine. Anxiously, I crouch down and look into the gap. Its somewhat dark there, but I see light reflecting off what appears to be a lens. I pick up the offending item with a bad feeling, it’s a camcorder. The red light is lit, so its recording.

You have to be kidding me. I press stop, select the file and then press play. In the tiny screen, I see my mom setting the camcorder in place and shortly afterward, I see me coming out of the bathing area.

“………”

Silently, I press the stop b.u.t.ton again and set the camcorder down on the was.h.i.+ng machine. Seriously, just what the h.e.l.l is wrong with my family? I pick up the camcorder again, select the file, and press delete.