1 – Saeko Ito
Class is over for the day. As people are beginning to leave the classroom, so of the boys in the corner of the room towards the door are whispering amongst each other. One of them closes the door and the others approach .
"Uhh… what's up?"
"Kashiro told us he saw you changing in class a few days ago after everyone left."
A chill runs down my spine. I can feel my hair standing on end. I thought I was careful? Did I not lock the door at the ti? I screwed up. I ssed up bad!
I try to play it off. "I dunno what you're talking about… that wasn't ..."
Kashiro slams his hands on my desk and lowers his face so that our eyes are level. "Nu uh, I'm sure it was you I saw. And you were stacked." He held his hands in front of his chest to mimic breasts.
I gulp hard. "You were seeing things. I've been a boy all my life. So of you've seen
change before, too!"
"C'mon, Saeko! We just wanna see if it's true."
"Did you really turn into a girl?"
"I always thought you looked feminine, I guess it suited you after all."
The boys in the class are surrounding . There's no escape. I feel their eyes violating every inch of my body. They're reaching out to
with their hands, but I can't slap them away. I already feel the towel wrapped around my chest coming loose.
At this rate, they're going to find out. And when they do… with
alone in this room with them…
My breath is getting shallow, and a sense of excitent is rushing down to my lower body.
Nowaynowaynoway. I can't be getting turned on by the thought of being found out. Worse… what might happen when they do...
Damn, it! Now is not the ti to be getting horny!
Why did this have to happen to ??
Why did I have to turn into a girl?!
***
One week earlier…
"Nngh…" A strange weight presses down on my waist. "Hatsumi… sis, is that you?"
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is a silver-haired woman straddling my waist. She's clearly human, but the horns and wings say otherwise. There was also a tail that whipped left and right behind her back. A wicked smile flashes across her face as she draws her tongue across her lips.
I'm not in my room, but a strange wispy place with no walls and lting colors of purple and red. Am I… dreaming?
"Hehe…" She has a sweet voice. "Darling, how could you forget? I'm your girlfriend!"
"M-m-m-my girlfriend??"
When did I get a girlfriend? There's no way, right? It must be Hatsumi and one of her friends playing a trick on . After all, I'm just…
The girl slips her hands under my pyjamas and caresses my chest. A sensation I never thought existed shoots up my spine— a shock of pleasure, almost making
beg for more.
"Just lay back and enjoy." She leans in and blows into my ear.
"H-hauu~"
"Oh, darling. You have such an adorable voice."
I co back to my senses upon hearing her say that. ? An adorable voice? That's exactly what I dislike about myself.
"What's wrong?" She asks, laying herself on top of . Her breasts plop onto my chest, and I can feel all her warmth enveloping .
"Well… you said my voice was adorable. That… that's just the kind of thing I hate about myself."
I've always struggled to make myself more masculine ever since elentary school. Now that I'm in the final year of high school, I'm still short, my voice is still high pitched, and I have no muscles.
It didn't matter if I joined any sports club, the club advisors always relegated
to sit on the sidelines or act as the manager to support the mbers. Even now, being in the Kendo club for the third year in a row, I haven't seen any action beside the bench.
As if sensing my grief, the girl puts a hand to my cheek and whispers, "I think you're fine the way you are."
"The way I am? Uu…" I shake my head. "Forget pranks. This has to be a dream. No way a girl like you would be my girlfriend!"
"Tch."
I hear her click her tongue as my vision suddenly goes black. My eyes snap open, and I'm in my room. I turn to the clock and see that it's 7:00 AM, thirty minutes away from the alarm.
"What was that dream… it felt so real." I put a hand to my chest where her breasts were pressing down on . The sensation felt so real. "Ahhh! What's wrong with ? Even when I'm dreaming I can't take advantage of the situation."
I look at the calendar. A bunch of red x marks counted down the month of April. Today is the start of May, one month into my third year of high school. I have the remainder of this year to finally make a difference in myself before going off to college.
"Might as well get an early start… wait a minute. Around this ti, Hatsumi would—"
"Saeko!!!!" The door swings open and my sister cos flying through the door. "Aw, you're awake already? But I wanted to be the one to wake you up! No fair."
My older sister…
"Since you're up early, let's get you ready for school, my adorable little Saeko!"
Dotes on
too much.
We… or rather I am forced through the routine of being babied throughout the morning. She strips
down to nothing, and picks out a fresh uniform for
to wear. Then drags
downstairs, feeds
a bowl of cereal, and wipes my face with a wet towel.
"SIGH!" And I say this aloud. "When is this going to end?? I'm in my final year of high school, and you're still treating
like a child."
Hatsumi wags a finger at . "As long as mom and dad are gone, I am in charge of you."
"So… when will they be back?"
"Well they extended their stay in London, so…"
"Sis, I'm practically an adult now. I just want to be independent."
"Nuh uh. Now, let's get you to school. I'll walk you there."
"Wait, how about no?"
"But I've done it since you were in elentary school!"
"And that was how many years ago? Do you know how embarrassing it is to be taken to school by you everyday? Besides, your University is in the opposite direction."
"It's fine, I'll take the train!"
***
In the end, she walked
up to the school gates anyway…
"Bye-bye, Saeko!!! Have fun at school! Your sister loves you!!!" Hatsumi yells as she makes a mad dash to the station.
I hear the other students whispering amongst themselves. Clearly, about my circumstances.
Hehehe…
Cold shivers crawl up my spine. I turn around thinking soone brushed a finger against my back, but I don't see a thing. When we left the house, I had the distinct feeling soone was staring at . Even now, I feel it.
I take a deep breath and slap my cheeks.
Now's not the ti to be a coward. With a new month ahead of , I have to make a new start for myself. This ti for sure, I'll convince Coach to give
an actual spot on the kendo team. One step at a ti. Then, I stand up to Hatsumi and get her to stop babying .
When I get to class, I find my best friend Kana in my seat reading a book.
"Don't you have your own seat…?" I ask as I walk up to him.
"I like your seat. Being by the window in the back kinda makes
feel like the protagonist."
"Well, off you go because it's my seat."
"Alright, alright. Was just warming it up for you."
Kana relents and takes the desk adjacent to mine. It seems whosever seat that belongs to isn't here yet.
I finally sit down, and imdiately my thoughts lead to the kendo club. How am I going to approach Coach? Just… blunt? Maybe roundabout? Maybe butter him up first and then ask. There's also Hatsumi. I really want her to stop walking
to school at the very least.
"You look like you're about to go into a boxing ring." Kana said, putting his book down.
"Just a lot of things on my mind."
"Hey, I'm here. Your best friend is willing to lend an ear."
"Just wishing I was born with more masculine features."
Kana shrugs. "I think you're fine the way you are."
I think back to what my dream girlfriend said. Adorable voice. It makes
shiver. "How does my voice sound to you?"
"I think it's cute."
My face starts heating up. "Cu— how can you say sothing like that so casually??"
"It's true."
"Forget I asked…"
The school bell rings, signalling the start of class. Our teacher cos in waving a notebook. "Alright, sumr break's over. Get back to your seats and start behaving again. Please."
***
The bell echoes throughout the school, this ti signalling the end of classes. Everyone starts packing to leave. Kana cos up to
and asks, "Club?"
"Yeah. I'm getting Coach to listen to
whether he likes it or not."
"Heh. Good luck."
I quickly pack my stuff and run down the hall past the gymnasium. There are several outdoor buildings designed specifically for club activities. One of the larger ones was allocated to the kendo club at the start of the term.
I steel myself, and throw open the doors, and see Coach.
"Coach, I—"
"Saeko, perfect timing. Help
get these equipnt ready for the club."
"O-okay."
I help him get everything set up for the club mbers as they arrive.
"Good. Good." Coach nodded to himself.
Now's my chance!
"Coach, I was thinking—"
"We're about to start, can I trust you to grab our boys so chilled water bottles from the cooler?"
"Sure…"
By the ti I finish all his tasks, the day is coming to an end. There I stand, in the middle of the club, cleaning the aftermath of their activities.
"FUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!"
The door swings open and Coach cos barreling through. "What the hell?!"
"C-coach, you haven't left yet?"
"I was about to until I heard you scream."
"Wait, this is my chance. I want to be on the team!"
Coach squints his eyes and raises a brow. "You are."
"No, I an, actually be a participating kendo mber. I've been doing so much for the club, I think I deserve a chance."
He sighs and picks up a bokken.
"We have a prefecture tournant coming up, and you want to participate?"
"More than anything!"
"Look, I'm not against it or anything but… have you seen yourself? You'll get swamped."
"Please, two years of picking up after the mbers and delivering water and towels isn't what I signed up for. I just actually want to be part of the team."
"Fine." He hands
the bokken. "But not this tournant."
"What?! Then what's the point?"
"How's this? You keep supporting the team, get us past the Hyogo Invitationals, then I put you into the inter-prefectural. Start training you after our first victory."
"Do you… really an it?"
"Yeah."
This isn't exactly the outco I hoped for, but it's better than nothing.
"I accept."
"Good, now get this cleaned up."
***
I get ho expecting Hatsumi to throw her arms on , but imagine my surprise when I find a letter saying she would be staying with her boyfriend.
"Thank goodness…"
I heat up a konbini bento from the fridge and take it upstairs to my room. It's tis like these I cherish the most. Peace. Without my sister feeding
and forcing
to eat at the dinner table with her.
Today is a victory. Getting Coach to agree to let
on the team is the best news I could receive. Maybe it's a sign I should talk to Hatsumi. She's the real final boss to deal with.
I toss the bento away and hop into bed to read so manga. There's a lot that I want to catch up on, but Hatsumi always made
sleep early so I never get the chance.
At so point… I end up falling asleep…
***
"Darling?"
A familiar voice is calling to
again…
"Darling, wake up!"
"Nnnh…" I open my eyes to the sa girl I saw in my last dream. "Y-you again??"
"Not you, I'm your girlfriend!" She cooed. She was on top of , dragging her fingers across my chest. "You look like you had a good day."
"Uh… yeah. I kinda did. I finally got my Coach to let
on the kendo team. Eventually."
"That's good!" The girl started unbuttoning my shirt. "We should celebrate."
I swallow a lump in my throat. "Celebrate? Like… a party?"
"Hehe. Sothing more… intimate." She gets down to the last button and opens my shirt, then leans down to lick my chest.
"Ha...hau… wait… I don't even know your na…"
She reaches behind her back to tug on sothing that loosens her bra. It drops low enough for
to get a bare view of her chest. "My na is Mio."
Mio grabs both my hands and leads them to each of her breasts. It's a handful and then so. Her bra was barely holding it up to begin with, and my hands even less so. Every ti she kneads my hands against her chest she squeaks out a moan.
"Ah...mmm… your hands are wonderful…"
My hands start rubbing her breasts on their own. With her hands free now, she reaches into my pants. I feel a warm grip wrap around my mber. She snaps her finger, and I feel my pants slip down to my ankles.
Mio starts grinding against . I'm naked now, but she still has her underwear on. Despite that, I can feel how wet she is through the fabric.
Mio pulls the fabric aside to reveal her dripping wet crotch. She licks her lips and says, "I can't wait anymore, darling. Put it in ."
Am I… about to have sex? This is my chance to graduate to adulthood and finally be a man? Even if this is a dream I… is this… right?
"Wait!" I feel my body jerking away. "I'm sorry, dream girlfriend. You're really attractive and all but… even if it's a dream shouldn't we take this slow?"
"I've about had enough…?" Her eyes twitched. She stands up on the bed, unfurling her wings. "What… is… WRONG WITH YOU?!"
"Eh?!"
"What kind of boy just refuses sex from a succubus? UGH. This is the second ti you've rejected . I have never been more insulted in my life."
Her gentle deanor falls away to a terrifying scowl as she launches into a tirade. Suddenly the room around
darkens and blurs, and I can't make out any shapes or colors but the girl— wait… did she say—
"Suc… succubus…?!" I try to get away but my arms and legs are pulled taut as though chains are binding
to the bed.
Mio raises a finger into the air. Dark energies begin to swirl around her finger.
"In that case, how about I make your greatest fears a reality."
She points at , and the dark energy shoots into my chest. My vision goes white, my chest starts burning, but my lower body starts getting cold.
Am I… dying?
"Kahahaha! Despair, knowing you will never again know the pleasures of being a man." As I lose consciousness, I see her lips curve into a wicked grin. "Instead, drown in it as your greatest fear manifests."
***
Chirp. Chirp.
I hear birds chirping from outside of my window. I get up and see that it's morning. The clock reads 6:54 AM. Looks like I'm up early again.
"What a crazy dream…" I look down to see the manga I was reading before I passed out.
"Why does it feel like I got heavier? Heh, maybe so muscles are going in. Just kidding."
I go to put the manga back on the shelf when I see a naked girl in my room. She's got huge breasts and long greyish hair.
"Wait a minute... "
I run up to the girl and she runs up to . It is then I realize I'm looking at a mirror…
When I put a hand to my face, so does the reflection. When I reach for my chest expecting an ironing board, I touch a mound of fat and a pink nipple— as does the reflection. My hands instinctively reach down to my crotch… nothing…
Nothing, but a slit and pink flesh between my legs.
"Eh… eh???!!! I'VE BEEN TURNED INTO A GIRL?!"
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