[Urban] Transformation H Novel (Complete) - 16-18

Thirteen, The Prince's Failure 2.

Two thin straps hung elegantly over her shoulders, her chest adorned with beautiful embroidery and lace, while the back was low, completely bare except for the two thin ribbons intertwined.

The cool silk rubbed against her skin with every movement, moving between her legs, and she had to admit she now thoroughly enjoyed the feeling.

She sat down, and the maid began to comb her long, golden hair. In the mirror, her long, golden hair, carefully combed, flowed smoothly down her shoulders and back, reaching her waist, as smooth and shimmering as golden satin, the two red agates on her chest clearly visible beneath the silk nightgown. If she were still a man, she would immediately and without hesitation fall in love with herself, for her body was perfect.

Everything Warold did to her was meant to destroy her will, but she knew her body could no longer resist this temptation. She had no choice but to dress and groom herself; her entire life had been dedicated to defeating Warold, but now she would dedicate the rest of her days to giving him the greatest pleasure.

After doing these things, she was led to the master's bedroom door, where the maids pushed her inside. The room was quiet and dark, but she could still make out a sleeping body on the bed. She moved silently through the room, her nightgown clinging to her body and flowing like water as she moved.

Nervously, she lifted the silk quilt and slowly crawled into it.

She lay silently, curled up close to the edge of the bed, silently praying that Warrod was fast asleep.

Suddenly, as if electrocuted, she felt a hand touch her buttocks through her silk nightgown, then a finger slowly slid down her back to her neck, like an electric current running down her spine. She trembled, feeling the man approaching her, then she felt a hand untie the hairpin holding her hair back, and the man began to gently kiss her neck, trying to arouse her desire.

She tried desperately to ignore the sensation, but her body had already begun to tremble uncontrollably. His hand slid down the delicate straps of her nightgown, stopping at her breasts, protected by lace. For a moment, the hand massaged her breasts through the silk fabric of the nightgown, then slid down her young body to her legs.

The man moved closer, pressing his strong body against the girl. The thin fabric of the nightgown made Atan feel incredibly helpless and excited. The silk could touch every part of her body, reminding her of her womanhood. Through the silk, she could feel the man's strong body pressing against her, desiring her.

Atan's breathing became rapid; she tried to escape, telling herself she was a man, but all her sensations were those of a woman. The hand caressed her thighs, arousing her womanly desire.

She trembled under the man's skillful caresses, until finally the hand slipped between her legs, gently stroking her most sensitive skin through the nightgown.

The friction of the silk made her feel even weaker and more powerless. “No, please don’t…” she pleaded softly, her last hope, begging Warold to stop. But the man’s hands relentlessly slid between her legs, caressing her most intimate parts. She trembled and moaned under the instinctive stimulation, unable to control herself any longer. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” Warold whispered. “Admit it.” As Warold’s fingers entered her body again, Atan whimpered softly. She knew she could no longer resist, and then she began to writhe under the teasing of his fingers. Finally, she could no longer resist. The desire and temptation ignited within her seemed to tear her to pieces. She turned her head and began to kiss her master passionately.

Her arms wrapped around the man’s neck, completely surrendering to her most primal desires. Warrod's kisses rained down on her face and neck, his hands roaming freely over her body, caressing the most sensitive spots he knew so well. As her small hands explored Warrod's muscular frame, she couldn't help herself; her womanly body opened completely to him.

She felt Warrod's hands slip beneath her bra, pulling her nightgown up to her full buttocks. Without a thought of resistance, she slightly lifted herself, allowing him to easily remove the silk nightgown, leaving her completely naked.

She lay down, and Warrod pressed down on her again. She parted her legs, yearning for his entry. Her hands groped for his penis, gently accepting his complete possession.

He entered her instantly, and the moment he did, she let out a scream. Her mind was in turmoil. For a moment, she lay there quietly, then her body pressed against him, intensifying the overwhelming pleasure. Warrod moved his hands to Atan's breasts, caressing them. Completely naked beneath Warrod, Atan was seduced by this provocation; a strong man thrust powerfully between her legs, penetrating her deeply, arousing her.

Her lips thirstily searched for the man, then met his in a deep kiss, willingly accepting his tongue. Her small hands explored his hairy chest, while the man's large, thick hands grasped her slender body, thoroughly feeling every inch of her skin.

She was overwhelmed by womanly sensations; the man inside her, and the silk sheets covering them both, all fueled her desire. Her entire body trembled with this wanton lust. His penis penetrated her sensitive labia, filling her vagina. Suddenly, the man shifted his position, stimulating her with his penis; the intense stimulation caused her to collapse onto the bed, screaming.

She lay beneath the man, unable to move, her hands raised above her head, screaming with each thrust. Warrod's hands possessed her breasts, his penis plunging deep inside her, all the secrets of her body exposed to the man. The man knelt between her legs, each hand grasping a breast, thrusting into her fiercely and violently, sending her soaring through the peaks of pleasure. Warrod kissed her deeply, and she returned the kiss with equal passion, completely melting into her femininity.

Suddenly, Warrod flipped Atan over, making her kneel on all fours like a puppy with her back to him. His hard penis pressed against her buttocks, feeling large and powerful. His hands slowly slid up her back, caressing her body tenderly. With a swift thrust, his penis entered her vagina from behind, causing Atan to let out another involuntary scream.

The man's hands went through Atan's arms, firmly supporting her body, steadily controlling her, and began to thrust upwards from behind, each thrust sending Atan's body tumbling upwards. Atan could hear Warrod whispering in her ear, mocking her femininity as he thrust harder. Atan couldn't refute him, because the man's grip on her breasts completely controlled her movements.

She knelt there in utter humiliation, allowing the man to possess her from behind, her own gasps and moans seemingly a desperate attempt to accommodate him.

She could clearly hear the sizzling sound of her love juices rubbing against his massive penis as it parted her labia; she could feel it penetrating deeper into her, the squeezing pleasure between her parted legs sending shivers down her spine, bringing back that insane, numbing pleasure. The experience of male dominance, and what he was doing, made her whimper helplessly.

The man thrust slowly, savoring the pleasure of castrating his enemy. He could feel his organ penetrating her deeply, her full breasts in his grasp.

He felt Atan writhing helplessly, unable to change the humiliating, wanton reality of being a woman.

He grabbed Atan's long blond hair, roughly pulling her head up, frantically raping her while forcing her to look into his eyes.

Atan could feel the man's rapid breathing hitting her pale neck; he was nearing orgasm.

Sure enough, she heard the man scream; he had finally climaxed, his penis plunging deep into her once more. She felt again the familiar sensation of his seed spraying into her body, nourishing her clitoris.

For a while, Warrod continued to have sex with Atan, but his movements gradually slowed, and finally, his softened penis withdrew from the panting woman's body. Atan felt deeply humiliated; she could feel the wetness between her legs and the man's gentle caresses on her body. She had exhausted her last bit of strength and collapsed onto the bed.

The man ordered her to put on her nightgown. Atan dared not disobey the man's will, but forcing her, already exhausted, to wear that exquisite, realistic camisole nightgown in front of Warrod was a painful and humiliating experience. The white nightgown slid over her body, concealing her beautiful breasts.

Warrod watched her put on the exquisite nightgown, mocking Atan's shyness, and then he made her lie back down on the bed.

For Atan, this was utter humiliation. Not only had the man taken her body, but she had also been forced to sleep in the same bed with him in her most alluring nightgown. Even now, she wanted to resist, but the day's defeat and the recent complete physical conquest overwhelmed her. She timidly slipped into the smooth silk quilt.

She lay beside the strong man, her body, covered in the silk nightgown, pressed tightly against him, held tightly in his arms. So much had happened that day; exhausted, she finally drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she found herself alone in the room. Warold had left sometime earlier, and looking at the sky, she realized she hadn't slept for long. The madness that had controlled her had subsided, and she awoke as before, once again feeling humiliated and ashamed of what she had done.

She quietly slipped out of bed, intending to find some clothes to put on. Having a fairly good understanding of Warrod's taste, she put her pink dress back on (after putting on her torn underwear, of course). As she dressed, she felt both humiliated and thrilled by the beautiful women's clothing. She touched up her makeup, styled her hair, and put on a pink hair clip. After doing

all this, she stood up, wondering what to do next, what Warrod or the maids used to do for her. Lifting her silk dress, she went to the door and peered out. To her surprise, there were no guards outside. Hesitating for a moment, she mustered a little courage and quietly slipped out of the room, carefully watching her dress to avoid tripping or getting it caught on something.

She walked down the corridor; it was quiet, only the rustling of her silk dress and the petticoat rubbing against her stockinged legs could be heard. But she couldn't care less now. Turning a corner, she stared in disbelief at a door leading outside, unguarded.

His heart pounded. Prince Atan glanced quickly outside; he could see the palace courtyard, seemingly unguarded. It was almost unreal.

Carefully watching his skirt to avoid tripping, he tiptoed through the gate. He could see the gate leading to the city, completely unguarded!

Without thinking, he ran towards the gate at the speed his clumsy skirt allowed. Only after he was out of the gate did he have time to consider what he had done. If he had run away, he would have broken his vow. Warold would kill everyone in the city as revenge.

He hesitated. He knew that if he stayed, he couldn't resist Warold's sexual advances, and his manhood would gradually fade away. He would spend the rest of his life as a slave in Warold's bedroom. He hesitated, torn between two options. Suddenly, a shout came from behind. A guard was running across the courtyard, waving and shouting.

All of this made him decide. He turned and ran down the street with all his might.

He ran through the quiet, moonlit streets, the heavy footsteps of guards echoing behind him. He tried to turn into secluded alleys, but the guards remained elusive. He knew his speed wouldn't allow him to escape their pursuit; he could even feel them toying with him rather than trying to catch him. His womanly body, constricted by a tight-fitting blouse and skirt, was no match for their pursuit.

Desperate, he looked around for a place to hide. He turned a corner and heard music coming from a building on his left. Knowing his only chance was to blend in with the crowd, he rushed into the building, immediately enveloped by the cacophony of music and noise. He found himself in what seemed like a bar, with dancing girls.

He hesitated, but then heard footsteps behind him and immediately pushed his way into the crowd. Suddenly, a thick arm grabbed him, and before he could react, he was embraced tightly and kissed deeply by a drunkard reeking of alcohol.

Just as he was about to fight back from humiliation and shame, he saw two Warrod's guards enter, searching the bar.

Knowing he couldn't attract any attention, Atan was forced to accept the man's kisses and appeared to enjoy it. The two guards began to slowly search the room for the escaped princess. The man's tongue began to penetrate Atan's mouth, while the drunkard's hand slid between his legs, caressing and pulling at his garter belt and stockings.

He closed his eyes as the guards drew closer. The drunkard's hand caressed his lovely underwear, and when that hand finally slipped inside his small breeches to touch his genitals, he finally let out a soft scream. He opened his eyes and saw the two guards being stopped by two beautiful girls who kissed and hugged them before quickly leading them into an adjacent room. Atan began to struggle to break free from the drunkard, and in just a few movements, he was free from his drunken suitor's embrace.

Since the guards weren't around, he decided to rush out of the bar and run away. However, he'd only taken a few steps when the two dancing girls suddenly grabbed him. To avoid attracting attention, he didn't struggle; they dragged him through a small door on the side of the room, then bound his hands behind his back with a thin chain.

Previously, even twenty women wouldn't have been able to bind him like that!

They pushed him down a long corridor and into a room. Inside, an old woman sat behind a table, with two burly women standing behind her. "Why did you bring me here? Why are you helping me? This is illegal! Let me go!" Atan cried, desperately trying to escape his predicament.

The old woman stood up, walked to Atan, paused, then gripped the chain binding him tightly, scrutinizing his beautiful, feminine face. “You’re the woman who brought the guards here… You must compensate me for this!” The woman’s hand slid down Atan’s cheek, slowly landing on his breast. “Let’s not waste each other’s time. I know who you are. I have many friends in the palace. I know you’re on the run, and the guards will be happy to catch you.” The woman returned to her seat. “I am Lady Medlin, and I’m going to bribe the guards who came here to keep their secrets,” he said. “I don’t want to suffer a loss for nothing, so you must compensate me.” She turned and nodded to a tall woman, who went to Atan and untied him.

Atan knew he couldn't escape, so he decided to get to the bottom of it. "What do you want from me?" Atan followed up on her question. "Oh," said the old woman, "I have to pay each guard a thousand gold coins, and the guards are scaring away some of my customers. My losses are severe, so I think a fair figure should be... at least ten thousand gold coins. If you can't pay me that money right away, I'll have to take it back in my own way." "Your way?" Atan had a bad feeling. "You're a lovely little thing," said the old woman, "and if I reveal your true identity to certain customers, I can make a lot of money. We've determined that if we can earn a hundred gold coins per customer, you can probably pay it off in about a year." "You're not serious, are you?" Atan exclaimed. “It’s up to you,” the old woman said, “but before you decide, you must figure out some things, my dear.” “I absolutely disagree,” Atan said. “I would never be a prostitute.” “I admire your will,” the old woman said, “but I think we might be able to persuade you like this…” She paused, then nodded to one of her fat women, who left the room and returned a moment later with a dancer. “This is Jenny,” Medlin said, “one of our girls. Unfortunately, she’s grown old and can’t attract customers as she used to, so…” Without warning, a fat woman grabbed the girl and snapped the poor girl’s neck in a swift motion. Atan screamed at the cruel act. The girl was dragged out, and a moment later, the fat butcher woman returned with another trembling dancer. “This is Shana, another of my girls,” Medlin paused, nodding to her butcher woman. Atan realized she was ordering the poor girl’s death. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone being killed because of him. The fat woman had already grabbed the girl by the neck. "Wait!" he shouted.

Madeline raised her hand, stopping the female murderer. "My dear, have you agreed to my terms?" Atan could hardly believe it. He'd escaped one danger only to fall into another, barely minutes after fleeing Warold, and now he was captured again! Since becoming a prisoner of war, he felt as if he had lost control of his fate.

But he had to reclaim his control, his life.

However, he knew the woman wouldn't wait for him to make a decision forever. Looking into her eyes, he knew that if he refused, she would kill the poor girl without hesitation. Just like his vow to Warold, he couldn't allow innocent people to sacrifice themselves for him. He could only pray that he would find a way out later. He nodded in agreement. "A wise decision," the old woman said, "but I warn you, you must comply with the customers' demands. If I receive any complaints from any of them, I will have to take some necessary measures."

Needless to say, Atan knew that these "necessary" measures meant more deaths.

The beautiful woman stood up and circled Atan, her hands slowly caressing his bare shoulders and full breasts. “This dress is very beautiful,” she said, “but I think you should wear something more appropriate.” She said to one of the female butchers, “Take her to Helen’s, have Helen prepare her, and tell Helen that after tonight I hope this woman can serve some of our special customers. As for tonight, she will serve the general public; tonight she can start paying off her debts.” Atan was led by the fat woman through several corridors to a large room filled with clothes, dressing tables, and naked girls. His male thoughts were still hesitant, but he quickly returned to reality when another girl began to undress him. Instinctively, he wanted to resist, but the fat woman made him understand his situation in an instant. “I’ll do these things for you today,” the girl, whom he guessed was Helen, said, “but after tonight, you’ll have to prepare for your own guests.” Helen removed his clothes and underwear, leaving him standing there in only his garter belt and stockings. Atan felt somewhat awkward in front of so many women. Despite possessing a beautiful woman's body, his mind remained masculine. The seamstress returned with a red silk dress, but without underwear.

When Atan hesitantly asked about it, she smiled and said the dress would reveal his underwear, and Atan quickly understood.

The dress was very tight, showcasing every curve of his body; the tight bodice made it hard for him to breathe, and the low-cut front exposed most of his breasts. The lower half of the dress was a taut, ankle-length skirt. Helen had him sit down, applied bright red nail polish, heavy makeup, and scarlet lipstick.

After finishing her work, she led Atan to his assigned room.

It was a large, feminine room, filled with clothes and cosmetics. He would rest and sleep here, but he would also "entertain" his guests here. From now on, he would dress himself every day and ensure his guests' satisfaction. Helen warned him of the consequences if he failed to satisfy the customers: all the money they gave him would have to go to her, and if Atan tried to hide any money, he would be severely punished.

With these words of advice, Atan was utterly desperate; he couldn't find any way to escape the trap he had unwittingly stepped into. Helen led him back to the bar's main hall and pointed him to a group of men drinking and making a lot of noise around a large table. Atan, along with three other girls, was instructed to "serve" them.

He followed the other girls through the hall, trying his best not to attract the attention of other customers. As he walked, he could clearly feel the tight silk fabric rubbing against his soft, feminine body. Although he was fully clothed, he felt almost naked under the greedy gazes of the men in the hall. He could feel that the owners of those gazes were already mentally undressing him.

The men's eyes swept over his body, capturing every curve; he was no longer a warrior, but a victim. He finally reached the men's table. The other three girls were already seated. He walked to another man, and with a heavy heart, slowly sat on his lap. His tight clothes accentuated every curve of his beautiful figure, and the man's genitals beneath him reacted strongly. His skirt was narrow, binding his legs tightly together. The man pulled her closer, forcing the unwilling girl to kiss him. Atan forced herself to relax; she knew the consequences would be terrible if she couldn't satisfy this man. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, finally touching her breasts.

He began kissing her neck while caressing her beautiful breasts.

He slowly pulled Atan's body back until she was almost lying in his arms, helplessly enduring the humiliation of being offered to this man. "No," she thought, "it's worse than before. I'm not giving myself away, I'm selling myself." Her beautiful eyes closed in pain, a quiet excitement and pleasure welling up from the depths of her heart.

She could hear the whispers and laughter of the others at the table, knowing she had no other choice. She raised her arms and embraced the man, adjusting her position as she did so. She heard his comfortable moans and realized that with her movement, she unconsciously rubbed her buttocks against his genitals. She could feel the man aroused; his body began to writhe beneath her, rubbing his genitals against the helpless princess's lower body. Atan

blushed as the man continued to rub against her. The tight silk dress felt like a second skin, allowing her to feel every stimulation from the man. With each kiss, caress, and rub, she felt herself being drawn deeper into a trap. Her mouth was forced open by the man's tongue, rendering any resistance she could muster.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up by the man's strong arms.

The man stood up and effortlessly carried Atan towards the bedroom. Atan lay helplessly in his arms, noticing the envious and admiring glances from the other men in the room, one of whom even blew her a kiss.

Atan realized with fear that her beauty would bring her many suitors.

Just before she was led out of the hall, she noticed Mrs. Madeline standing there watching her with a smile.

Atan leaned against the man, feeling his hand on her lower body—a stimulation she rarely experienced—and her breathing grew heavier. She was quickly carried to a room with a bed covered in silk sheets. The man placed her on the bed and began slowly pulling down his trousers. He looked at the helpless woman, making no attempt to hide his greedy desire.

When Atan met the man's hungry eyes, something within her shattered. She knew that to the man, she was no longer a person, but merely a tool for his amusement. In fear, she crawled to the other end of the bed, curled up, and watched the man's every move with terror.

The man stripped naked and ordered Atan to come closer. Atan didn't move, so he grabbed her feet and dragged her off the smooth sheets. Atan tried to struggle; she tried to kick him, but her tight dress rendered her powerless. The man pinned Atan down, flipping her face down and forcing her arms behind her back.

His hands began to slowly caress her body. Atan groaned in pain, feeling the man slowly pull her clothes up until her legs were almost completely exposed. Fear and female helplessness overwhelmed her again. The man had pulled her clothes down above her legs, then used his knee to force the helpless girl's legs apart. He touched and played with Atan's genitals, and her female instincts betrayed her will once more; her genitals became wet with arousal. "No, no," she pleaded softly.

She knew it was useless, but she could only beg like this, for it was her only way. "Shut up," the man commanded. "I paid a lot of money." Feeling the man gently lift her body slightly, Atan painfully closed her eyes. Then she felt the man's penis appear between her legs, the tip slowly pushing into her body from behind. The man slowly and skillfully pushed into her, eliciting groans of humiliation and shame.

The entire organ finally entered her body completely, and the feeling of utter defeat overwhelmed her again. She stopped struggling, and the man released her hands, grabbing her thick, long, golden hair. Pulling her hair like a beautiful mare, he forced Atan to painfully sit up from the bed.

Then he climbed on top of her, grabbing the edge of Atan's silk dress and pulling it down, completely exposing her upper body.

Atan could feel the man penetrating deeply inside her; for some reason she didn't know, once inside her, he completely robbed her of the will to resist. She could feel herself being aroused; the enormous organ created waves of pleasure within her.

The man began to increase his speed, forcing Atan to involuntarily scream and moan. She began to respond to his rhythm, letting him penetrate her deeply.

With one final, powerful thrust, the man ejaculated his seed into the helpless girl's body. Atan screamed loudly, reaching orgasm at the same time. The man continued thrusting for a while, then groaned as he withdrew from her. Exhausted, Atan lay on the bed, but her nightmare wasn't over. The man turned and lay down beside her, ordering her to clean him with her mouth.

Completely numb, Atan, her clothes hanging loosely at her waist, slowly climbed onto the man, meticulously licking his genitals. Her shame was utter and overwhelming. Under her gentle ministrations, the man's genitals slowly grew larger again. The man reached out and lifted her chin, looking deeply into her eyes. "Baby, tonight will be an unforgettable night," he whispered in the ear of the defeated prince.

When Atan awoke the next morning, the man was gone, and a thick wad of money lay on the small table beside the bed. The memories of the previous night flooded back, filling him with shame.

The man wanted his money to be well spent; he forced Atan to spend the entire night in agony, without any rest. Atan was forced to let the man do whatever he wanted to her, like a woman.

Time and again, Atan thought the man was satisfied, but he wanted more!

The money on the table confirmed the humiliation: he, the prince of Aloy, had sold his body like a prostitute! He was now a whore!

The next few days were the darkest of Atan's life. He had become a lowly prostitute, forced to serve any man who could afford him. After the first few times, his mentality had sunk so low that he almost began to accept the fact. Ms. Medlin and Helen told him that the more he pleased the men, the more money they would give him, and the sooner he could be freed. So, despite his disgust, he began to actively please and serve the men with his mouth. He discovered that if he put in some effort and wore sexy lingerie to please them, the men would generally pay double.

The other girls sympathized with Atan, and although they often mocked him for becoming a woman and a prostitute, they helped him adapt to his new environment. Shana, the girl he had rescued from Medlin, took special care of him, always helping him dress and groom himself.

The girls seemed to see this as an opportunity for a man to pay for his oppression of women. They would gladly dress Atan, watching him with shame and humiliation. They enjoyed seeing a man living a life of helplessness and humiliation like theirs, dressed in sexy lingerie to serve other men.

The very next day, convinced Atan would look better with red hair, they dyed his hair red.

Atan found that, over time, the women's habits had slowly seeped into his body and soul.

On the third day after falling into Madeline's hands, the woman found him and ordered him to prepare for a very special customer. Helen then dressed him according to the customer's special request. She first rubbed his entire body with a special oil, making his skin as smooth as silk. Then she dressed him in an expensive pink silk vest and matching panties, the fabric of which was very thin and trimmed with beautiful lace, followed by matching garters and stockings.

The makeup was meticulous; his lips were painted a soft pink, inspiring an urge to kiss him passionately.

Finally, he was led to a room and ordered to lie down on a bed. Helen took out some pink ribbons and, despite Atan's resistance, tightly bound his wrists to the bedposts. Then, without him being able to resist, she covered his beautiful eyes with a pink silk blindfold. Atan could see nothing.

Then he heard Helen quietly close the door and leave. Atan lay there, feeling her full breasts standing erect under her silk vest. She nervously licked her lips, tasting the flavor of women's lipstick. Atan felt utterly helpless, bound and blind, waiting for her new customer.

She didn't know who it would be, but there was no doubt it would be someone important, because his demands on Atan had been completely fulfilled.

Suddenly, she heard the door open again. She tried to hear the sound, but she could only hear her own pounding heart and heavy breathing. She shifted uncomfortably, the silk vest rubbing against her skin. The person walked through the room and came to the bedside. "Who is it?" she whispered, her beautiful voice trembling with fear.

The newcomer didn't answer, but gently placed a finger on Atan's lips, calming the terrified girl slightly. The finger traced her chin, neck, and chest, moving downwards until it reached Atan's lace panties, where it began toying with her stockings. The touch of this arousing hand sent shivers down Atan's spine.

The Baron sat at the foot of the bed, beginning to toy with his helpless prize. He watched with delight as his touch caused a powerful reaction on the woman's body. He could hardly believe that the helpless woman lying before him was truly his old "friend," Prince Atan.

He and Atan grew up together, and he had always been forced to live in Atan's shadow, with everyone believing Atan was superior. For years, a deep resentment had festered within him: simply because Atan was the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Aroyeh, everyone considered him the best. For years, he had been under Atan's leadership, obeying his orders.

Now his chance for revenge had arrived. He made a deal with Warrod, secretly betraying Atan's war plans, allowing Warrod to conquer Aroyeh. Warrod knew that without universal opposition, he could never fully control the Kingdom of Aroyeh. The country was too vast; he needed his soldiers constantly conquering new territories, not sitting idly by extinguishing the relentless flames of rebellion.

Warrod needed Aroyeh's vast population and resources to support his war effort, not to oppose him. He had originally planned to marry Atan and gain control of the country through her. But the Baron finally convinced him that the people would not obey his leadership, not even with Atan's marriage.

The Baron suggested he find a puppet king to rule the country, obeying his commands, and the people would follow the puppet's leadership. Of course, this puppet must have royal blood, but that was impossible. The only survivor of the royal family was Atan, who would never rule Aroyed in his place. So the Baron proposed a compromise: he himself was a well-known nobleman of Aroyed, and if he married a member of the royal family, the people should obey him.

Warrod eventually agreed, and the Baron promised to use all of Aroyed's resources to support his war effort.

This plan had two main problems. The spell to turn Atan into a woman required his own consent. This was easy. The Baron knew Atan's "heroic" nature; a warrior's oath would compel him to sacrifice himself for his people and country. The Baron inwardly mocked the prince, who always strode confidently, upholding his knightly honor, but now lay on this bed, a woman's body clad in sexy pink lingerie, her hands bound, awaiting possession.

The marriage part would be more complicated. Traditionally, for the people to accept the marriage, Atan had to publicly swear an oath of voluntary union with him in a Senate ceremony; otherwise, neither the people of Alois nor the Senate would recognize a forced marriage.

To achieve this, the Baron devised a plan. Atan would "escape" from Warrod, and once free, he would be rescued by the Baron in an appropriate manner. The Baron would propose to Atan that the people would not allow a woman to rule them, but if Atan could enter into a symbolic marriage, he could indirectly lead the country through her.

The Baron knew Atan would trust his old friend and fall into his trap. After the marriage, all power would be in the Baron's hands, and Atan would only be his wife, bearing his children.

His hands caressed the silk-covered body, kneading the silk vest covering her full breasts. He added this Senate experience to completely break through Atan's mental defenses. He had originally planned to "rescue" Atan tomorrow, but he couldn't resist the temptation of spending the night with his former adversary.

He had already ordered Atan to be prepared for him; he wanted to trample his former enemy underfoot, to dress her in pink silk lingerie, blindfold her, and tie her to the bed.

He gazed at the woman's beautiful body lying before him. The beautiful pink silk lingerie accentuated her femininity, and his hands continued to explore her unresisting body, finally moving between her legs. He gently parted her smooth thighs, knowing she was utterly powerless to resist.

His hands casually traced upwards along her thighs, caressing her delicate silk panties, rubbing the silk fabric against her genitals, while the girl's breathing grew heavy. Atan let out a joyful moan, her body instinctively responding to his caresses, and he smiled.

He slowly ran his fingers along the unsuspecting girl's garter belt and panties, stroking upwards along the delicate straps of her alluring tank top. He wanted to sketch the image of Atan in the silk lingerie.

Leaning forward, he kissed the girl's full lips, starting gently but becoming increasingly demanding, finally slipping his tongue through her slightly reluctant lips. He enjoyed his old friend's slight resistance; even now, Atan hadn't fully accepted her role.

His hands slid down the girl's body to her breasts, which were covered by a silk vest, and began to gently caress them. Her breasts were so soft and comfortable, and quickly responded.

Atan was tied to the bed, lying on her back, unable to see the man gently caressing her. But whoever he was, he was clearly a master of seduction, and Atan found it hard for her body not to respond to his teasing; it felt so good. She felt incredibly relaxed and comfortable as the man's hands roamed over her lingerie-covered body.

She moaned as the man's hands once again appeared between her legs, caressing her genitals through her silk panties.

The man's hands finally slipped inside her panties, and Atan couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

She was no longer able to resist, and began to actively cooperate with the man's advances, as this would better satisfy her ever-growing desire.

The Baron wanted to laugh out loud, for he saw that Atan was already overwhelmed by the desire aroused by her new body.

It was much easier than he had imagined. He was certain that Atan was now at the peak of her female arousal, and it was time to take the next step. He slowly pulled the silk panties down from Atan's curvaceous buttocks, down her long, bare legs. Atan was completely consumed by her female desire, offering no resistance as the man slowly climbed between her legs.

Atan could feel the man sensually rubbing her stockinged legs between her thighs. The sensation was driving her mad, and only the man's sweet kisses suppressed the urge to urge her never-before-seen master to hurry.

Her legs began to rub against the man's body, and she tried to wrap her legs around his. Finally, she felt the man's genitals begin to touch her body, causing her to tighten her grip on the ropes binding her. For a moment, the Baron continued to tease her, enjoying the pleasure that had once made the so-called "great warrior" succumb to before penetration.

Atan screamed as the man finally entered her.

Her body cried out in overwhelming pleasure, immediately responding to his movements. His hands, in sync with his thrusts, kneaded her breasts beneath her tank top. Her beautiful blindfold, though obscuring her vision, greatly amplified the sensations. Her entire focus was on the man's large hands caressing her breasts and the enormous organ penetrating her. That massive organ filled her, opening her vagina and unleashing all her feminine desires.

She kissed him, accepting his domination and possession. The man moved slowly and forcefully inside her, pushing the helpless slave to the peak of sensuality. Atan was accustomed to this way of making love; she had automatically accepted her role. The feeling of a man's organ entering her body was truly exquisite; she could experience the immense pleasure of orgasm as a woman. Accepting

her female identity was now incredibly easy. The massive organ continued to thrust in and out of her, and soon she was moaning and writhing beneath him, reaching her first orgasm! The Baron watched his former rival writhe beneath him, clearly having reached her climax, which thrilled him. He began to let go, vigorously thrusting into the beautiful flesh beneath him, and soon the intense stimulation brought him to his own peak.

When the Baron suddenly ejaculated into Atan's body, she screamed helplessly.

Exhausted from the intense physical and mental stimulation, Atan lay motionless as the man climbed off her. She wondered if he would untie her before leaving, but then she heard him get up, dress, and leave. Her naked body was covered in sweat, the afterglow of her orgasm still lingering within her. A few minutes later, she heard the door open again.

She turned to see if the man had returned. The bed shifted slightly, and she heard the soft clinking of jewelry on the newcomer's body. He lay down beside her, his soft fingers gently silencing her lips, then removed her blindfold.

She blinked, adjusting to the sudden light, and recognized Shana's beautiful face. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked gently.

Atan felt a pang of shame, noticing she was still naked and bound to the bed. "I'm fine. Can you untie me?" she asked. "Baby, don't rush," she replied, her hands beginning to caress Atan's naked body.

Atan was preparing for the evening's work in his room. With the help of the other girls, he found himself becoming quite adept at applying makeup and styling his beautiful, long, red hair. As the comb ran through his silky smooth hair, he thought about the previous night. He was still somewhat confused about his feelings: a part of his mind was still masculine, making him easily attracted to beautiful girls like Shana, but at the same time, there were also feminine elements within him.

Shana said nothing, but enjoyed an hour with Atan. Atan couldn't deny that he was now enjoying sexual pleasure more from a female perspective. He liked the stimulation of female orgasms, unlike the quick and fleeting male ones; the continuous, wave-like stimulation of women deeply attracted him. The feeling of a man's penis penetrating his body was the most sensual and exciting thing he had ever experienced. What

troubled him now was that he used to always try to escape from here, even making detailed plans for it, but now he felt comfortable here (which he hated), and he had begun to enjoy the life of a woman.

He stopped daydreaming and began preparing for the evening. He had been told to be extra careful tonight, as his client might be a big shot.

He quickly finished his makeup and put on a form-fitting green satin dress. The other girls had told him the green satin dress suited his new long red hair perfectly, and he had to admit he looked incredibly sexy in it. The dress was strapless, low-cut, with a high slit on one side that allowed men to see his long legs in stockings. Underneath, he wore a strapless petticoat. Atan wasn't sure how to keep the petticoat and the dress from slipping down his body, so he asked the other girls, who simply told him not to worry.

After getting dressed, he put on a pair of high heels. Although he still felt a little unsteady, his technique had improved considerably.

He was already a bit late, so he hurried out of his room and rushed to the hall. When he arrived, he saw the lady already waiting for him. He quickly stepped forward and curtsied deeply. The lady smiled at him, turned him around, and tied a green silk handkerchief around his hair. “You look beautiful tonight, my dear,” she said. “Thank you, madam,” Atan replied, naturally slipping into his submissive role. “Your guest tonight is very important; you must please him,” the lady commanded. “I will do my best,” Atan answered obediently.

The lady tied the handkerchief in his hair and then led him through the room to a tall man with his back to them. She patted the man on the shoulder. “Baron, please allow me to introduce Miss Elna to you,” the man turned and smiled at Atan, who was stunned. The Baron was her old friend; they had grown up together. Her first thought was one of utter shame—her old friend had seen her in her feminine form.

But she quickly realized the Baron would never recognize her now, and then she was jolted by two next thoughts. First, the Baron might be able to extricate her from her current situation; second, the Baron was expecting this beautiful girl before him to serve him with her body.

She sensed the lady's subtle hints, for she stood there staring blankly at the Baron. Quickly regaining her composure, she decided it was best to continue the performance until she knew what to do.

The Baron stepped forward and gently kissed her hand.

Atan found the kiss from her childhood friend made her blush like a little girl.

The Baron released her hand and gestured towards the "recreation room." "Shall we go there?" he asked.

Atan agreed, taking the Baron's arm as he led her towards the bedroom.

On the way, she decided to tell her friend the truth. She was certain the noble Baron would help her. She knew telling the Baron the truth would be incredibly awkward and shameful, but she had to seize this opportunity.

As soon as the door closed behind them, she immediately began to recount her ordeal to the Baron.

As the powerful prince poured out his humiliating story, the Baron feigned great surprise. He had the prince repeat the events several times, asked a few crucial questions to ascertain the prince's identity, and finally pretended to be persuaded by the girl.

The Baron finally seemed to accept the truth, which relieved Atan.

For the first time in days, she felt things were turning around.

The Baron was certain it was time to get Atan out of the brothel. Atan would have agreed to anything if she knew she could leave. “Well, dear… Atan, I think the first thing is to get you out of here. Pack your things, and I will pay off your debts,” the Baron said. “I have nothing to pack,” Atan said nervously. “I understand. We’ll get you some clothes. I’ll find you a tailor when we get to my castle,” the Baron replied.

Atan protested that she wanted to put on trousers now, but the Baron was already heading for the door. She was sure she could persuade him later. The Baron left for a while, and when he returned, he brought her a long green robe and draped it over her shoulders. “Come,” he said, “my carriage is just outside.” The journey was long, and Atan felt a wave of relief after being rescued, leaving her feeling weak all over. She drifted off to sleep, only to be startled awake when the Baron carried her into the castle upon arrival.

A little embarrassed and shy, she was led to a bedroom and placed on the bed before she could object. Atan tried to speak, but the Baron told her she should rest and sleep, and they would talk the next morning.

After the Baron left, two maids in long silk nightgowns entered. Atan didn't want to wear the silk nightgown, but she also didn't want to tell the maids who she was. Finally, she decided to put on the nightgown and talk to the Baron the next morning. She had the maids help her change and then climbed into bed.

The next morning, Atan woke up, took a deep breath, and realized the long nightmare was finally over. She was so lucky that the Baron had found her. She decided she had to repay him properly, because she now owed him a huge debt.

She looked around and realized it was a girl's room. She wondered why the Baron had placed her in this room. But she immediately realized he must be hiding her true identity.

She got out of bed, instantly feeling the magic of the silk nightgown. Wearing women's clothes in her old friend's house made her feel incredibly ashamed. She got up, thinking about what to do. She decided the first thing she should do was take off the nightgown and put on some normal clothes, preferably pants rather than a skirt.

She opened the closet, but it only contained women's clothes. How annoying! She knew the Baron meant well, but he should have thought to prepare some suitable clothes for her!

As she searched around, there was a knock at the door, and a maid entered the room. "Good morning, Miss," the girl said politely.

Atan mumbled something under her breath, unsure how to respond. The Baron had clearly not told them who she was.

The maid prepared her bathwater and selected clothes. Atan watched in despair as the maid chose a long pink dress with lace sleeves and tiny satin flowers adorning the hem. "Can't I see the Baron before I change?" she asked.

The maid was clearly taken aback by the suggestion: a girl in her pajamas to see the Baron?

"I'm afraid not. The Baron went out early this morning. He said he had some matters to discuss with the senators of the Aloye Senate. He asked us to serve you, and he left you a note." The maid handed her a note.

Atan hurriedly opened the note, which read: “My old friend: I am leaving to meet with the remaining members of the Senate of Aroye, hoping they will believe who you are and to convene a meeting. In the meantime, it is crucial to keep your identity a secret; you must remain in my castle and not arouse suspicion from others. I have already lied to everyone else, saying you are my fiancée, so no one will gossip.

I will return in two weeks.

Your faithful servant, the Baron.”

Atan was somewhat disappointed. She thought the Baron was right; she had to evade Warrod's pursuit, but that meant she had to disguise herself as the Baron's lover for the next two weeks, she had to pretend to be an unmarried girl. She glanced again at the pink dress on the bed. Two weeks might not be so bad; after these two weeks, perhaps the Senate of Aroye could find a suitable way to return her to her original body.

She accepted this fact and began to undress and bathe.

The following week passed extremely slowly, mostly tediously. The maids thought she would enjoy the leisurely lifestyle of women, that she could embroider on her petticoat!

She had tried riding horses, fantasizing that perhaps it would work, at least wearing clothes that were somewhat masculine. But she soon discovered she had to wear a woman's riding outfit, be helped onto the horse… and sit sideways on it like a woman, led by servants!

Every day, the maids brought her beautiful robes, which should have been very alluring for a girl about to marry a wealthy baron, but for Atan, they were only a nuisance. The maids insisted on taking her measurements and preparing new clothes for her, so she found herself wearing only underwear for most of the day, while the maids scrutinized her body.

Without any male interest, she quickly became immersed in her role, often naturally displaying feminine mannerisms. Her masculine life seemed far removed from her, almost like a dream.

She had become so accustomed to wearing silk dresses and lace lingerie that she could hardly remember what it felt like to wear armor and battle robes.

Like all women, the maids enjoyed whispering amongst themselves, and these whispers sometimes reached her ears—gossip about her ambiguous relationship with the Baron. To maintain her facade, Atan had to fabricate stories for them, depicting her romantic relationship with the Baron and acting as if she eagerly awaited his return.

She described how passionately he embraced her and how much she loved him.

By the second week, she was deeply immersed in her own whimsical dream, even offering her opinions on clothing styles. Trying on various beautiful clothes was a delightful experience; she had the maids style her hair in different ways and experimented with new makeup techniques. Finally, one evening, she was surprised to find that she hadn't thought about her male identity all day.

The second week passed quickly, and she was almost surprised when the maids came in to announce the Baron's return. She immediately had the maids change her into a beautiful blue silk dress and rushed downstairs as fast as her petticoat allowed!

When she entered the Baron's room, he immediately stood up and embraced her. “My dear…” the Baron said, “you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” and then he kissed her tenderly. Atan was shocked, but she quickly realized that such gestures were perfectly normal for a couple deeply in love, about to be married, and she had to accept it. When the Baron released her, she was breathless and her legs were weak.

The Baron smiled as he watched Atan’s beautiful face flush, and deep down he decided to double his humiliation of her. “My dear,” he said, “you are more beautiful than I remember.” Atan’s increasingly shy expression satisfied him.

Atan finally broke free from the Baron’s embrace. “How did your meeting with the Senate go?” she asked, her tone ambiguous.

The Baron nodded to the servants, who left the room and closed the door behind them. “I’m sorry for what I did to you, but we have to act normally,” the Baron said.

Atan nodded in agreement, but she still felt a little shy. “However, I have some bad news,” the Baron continued. “I’ve spoken with some of the most prominent priests in Alois, but they all believe the curse placed on you is permanent, and I’m afraid you’ll never be able to return to your original body.” Atan’s heart sank, and she felt dizzy. She tried to take a deep breath, but her tight corset prevented her. Slowly, everything dimmed, and she collapsed into the Baron’s arms.

The Baron almost burst out laughing. Here was the great Prince Atan, dressed as a woman, who had fainted like a woman from a sudden shock!

How much like a normal woman!

Of course, he had bribed some priests to reach this conclusion, and the Senate, trusting him, hadn’t investigated. Wasn’t he a friend of the prince?

How could he lie?

He lifted the woman from his arms, carried her across the room, and placed her on the sofa.

When Atan awoke, she found herself lying on the sofa, with the Baron sitting beside her. She felt dizzy and weak. “What happened?” she asked weakly. “I suppose you’ve fainted,” the Baron replied. “It is indeed unfortunate news, but you need not be ashamed.” Atan closed her eyes, listening to the Baron’s voice. “…You may never regain your former body.” “What should I do?” she asked helplessly.

The Baron had been waiting for this opportunity. Atan was at her weakest now, and she would surely seize any chance to regain a part of her former life. “You are still the only survivor of the royal family, and you can still lead our country. I will support your request,” the Baron said. Atan

shook her head. “Old friend, thank you, but the Senate will absolutely not agree to a woman leading the country, even if that woman was once a man!” she said sadly.

The Baron pretended to think for a moment. “Then we can have another way, but I’m embarrassed to say it,” he said cautiously. “Tell me,” Atan commanded, “things couldn’t be worse than they are now.” The Baron nodded reluctantly. “Alright,” he began to explain his plan, “you are right, the Senate will not allow a woman to rule the country; that would violate our national tradition. So what we need is to provide a man before you, someone you trust, who will obey your commands and rule the country for you.” Atan considered the idea; it was good, but it required someone she completely trusted. She knew someone had secretly betrayed her battle plans to the enemy, and that person might be in the Senate, so she didn't trust anyone there.

On the other hand, the Baron had once saved her and done what he could for her; perhaps the Baron could precede her?

“Why would the Senate obey the orders of the person I’ve chosen?” Atan asked. “The person you’ve chosen must have some moral authority to lead. Without someone of royal blood to lead us, the people will remain divided forever, so whoever steps forward to lead must have some connection to the royal family,” the Baron said. “But I am the sole survivor of the royal family, and there is no one else connected to the royal family,” Atan said, puzzled. “That’s true, so the only way is for you to establish a connection, Your Highness, you need to get married.” “Married!!” Atan cried, “Are you kidding me? I don’t want to be anyone’s wife!” “Of course not,” the Baron said, “that’s understandable, but it will only be a marriage in name only. The one who steps forward will gain moral authority, and you will once again indirectly gain control of the country.” Atan shook her head. “I need time to think about it,” she said slowly. “Of course,” the Baron replied, “you can stay here as long as you like, but you must understand that the longer you delay, the more divided our people will become, and the greater the difficulty of restoring rule. It is your responsibility to consider the interests of the people.” Atan shook her head; all of this had happened too quickly. She hadn’t fully grasped what was going on.

She had to act in the people’s best interests, but things were always confusing, and she had to turn to the Baron. “Tell me what to do,” she pleaded.

The Baron looked deeply into Atan’s beautiful green eyes. “Marry me,” he said, “and I will rule the country for you, placing you in your rightful place.” Atan hesitated, still unsure what to do. “It is your responsibility to the people. Remember your oath!” the Baron insisted.

The word “responsibility” broke through Atan’s confusion. All of this was because she had a responsibility. If she backed down now, all she had endured would have been meaningless. Almost like a dream, she heard herself say, "Alright, I will marry you!" Atan stood outside the hall, surrounded by bridesmaids (it was a custom in Aroye that a princess's wedding required multiple bridesmaids), adjusting his long silk train.

She was wearing that dazzlingly beautiful wedding dress, about to marry the Baron.

She recalled the events of the previous week, wondering again if she had done the right thing. After she accepted the Baron's proposal, the entire castle was bustling with preparations for the grand wedding.

However, she found that since accepting the Baron's proposal, she was slowly losing control of things; the Baron skillfully kept everything under his control, and she only needed to watch it all unfold.

She asked the Baron to let her wear men's clothes, but he refused, saying she still needed to avoid Warrod's eyes and ears. He insisted that she could only wear men's clothes after their marriage, after the uprising against the occupying forces had begun. She tried to explain, but it seemed she had already succumbed to the man deep down. She finally gave in, donning a beautiful silk dress, a corset, and underwear.

Many senators gathered at the Baron's castle, but Atan did not attend. The Baron explained that the Senate would not allow women to be present at meetings, but he was doing his utmost for Atan's ideals.

So Atan was forced to wait outside the meeting room, dressed as a woman, awaiting the Baron's arrival.

Because of his impending marriage to the Aloye royal family, the Baron quickly gained control of the Senate.

Controlling these fools was incredibly easy; he smoothly separated the Senate from Atan. Once the marriage was finalized, he would become the legitimate ruler of the country, and then he could tear off his disguise before Atan. How he longed for his wedding night, when he could once again enjoy Atan's helpless womanly body!

They argued about the wedding ceremony. Atan wanted a small ceremony with only a few guests, but the Baron insisted that a grand wedding was necessary if the people were to obey his leadership.

He insisted that Atan must wear a traditional wedding dress, one with a long veil and train.

Atan tried to argue, but the Baron insisted that their wedding, held during such a difficult time, must adhere to the nation's ancient traditions. Atan wished to simply vow fidelity to the marriage, but the Baron insisted on the ancient vows, that Atan should swear to "give him everything," "love him, respect him, and obey him." In the end, Atan agreed to wear the dress but not to take the ancient vows.

Another small victory for her was the freedom to choose her bridesmaids, but even this didn't fully satisfy her; she could only choose one, and for some strange reason, she chose Shana.

Wedding preparations continued. She spent a great deal of time having her dress custom-made.

The dress was truly beautiful. The entire gown was made of pure white silk, with luxurious lace trim on the shoulders. The bodice was very tight, adorned with shimmering pearls. Her waist was incredibly slender, as her maid had bound the bodice very securely.

She couldn't tell whether her breathlessness was due to the impending marriage or the bodice itself. The corset lifted her breasts, creating a deep, sensual cleavage. The gown featured a long, flowing skirt with a satin petticoat, the outer skirt flaring elegantly outwards, adorned with beautiful pearls, gemstones, and delicate lace. A beautiful white silk veil draped over her long hair.

She wore the Baron's heirloom jewelry: a matching pearl necklace, earrings, and belt.

She truly looked like a beautiful bride about to bloom. The maids applied a touch of heavy makeup, and she knew she must be radiant.

She couldn't believe it. She had always longed for marriage, but she had never imagined herself as a bride, wearing a wedding dress. Yet now, she was exactly like this, possessing the image of every man's dream girl, dressed in a princess's wedding gown, ready to walk down the aisle.

She heard music inside; she knew the door would soon open and she would be led in by her bridesmaids. Shana stood beside her, wearing a beautiful pink bridesmaid dress, smiling reassuringly. “Darling, don’t be nervous,” she said. “Even though it’s your wedding night, you know him well.” “What did you say?” Atan asked softly. “At Lady Madeline’s,” Shana whispered in reply, and the door opened.

Before Atan could think, she was slowly led toward the priest and the man who would become her husband. What did Shana mean?

She had only met the Baron once at Lady Madeline’s, when he had rescued her.

Before she could think of an answer, she was already at the altar. The Baron approached her and lifted her veil. “You are beautiful,” he exclaimed sincerely.

Atan felt shy; the Baron’s gaze seemed to pierce through her silk dress. Before she could think of a reply, the elderly priest had begun the ceremony.

Most of the ceremony meant nothing to Atan. All she could think of was appearing before everyone in a woman’s wedding dress, vowing to marry the Baron. Shana’s last words echoed in her mind, but she didn’t understand their meaning. Finally, the most important moment arrived, and she heard the Baron take his vows. “You, Baron Ward of Aloy, swear that you will marry Princess Elna of Aloy, love her, protect her, and respect her? If you break your vow, all the gods will condemn you,” the priest said. “I do,” the baron answered loudly.

Atan looked up in surprise. She hoped her real name would be heard at the wedding, but the priest had just called her Princess Elna. If she had taken that vow, it would have meant she accepted her new female name. However, before she could react, the priest turned to her. “Princess Elna of Aloy, can you swear to marry Baron Ward, love him, respect him, obey him, and give him everything? If you break your vow, all the gods will condemn you,” the priest said.

Atan hesitated, unsure what to do.

This wasn't what she and the Baron had agreed upon; it was a traditional vow from wife to husband.

She looked at the Baron, bewildered, but he shrugged, implying the priest had made a mistake, yet he gestured for the ceremony to continue.

Atan hesitated even more; this wasn't what she wanted. In despair, she looked at Shana, but Shana, not understanding what was wrong, nodded encouragingly.

She heard a commotion among the guests because of her hesitation; she had to make a decision.

She knew that if she resolutely swore, she would destroy the Baron's victory in the Senate, and the Senate itself might even split, her plan to unify the forces of Aloye against Warrod would utterly fail.

She looked at the Baron again, who nodded encouragingly.

Finally, despite still being full of questions, she made her decision. "I do," she answered in a small, feminine voice. "Now I declare you husband and wife, and you may now kiss the bride," said the priest.

The former Atan, now Elna, had never expected such a scene at the ceremony, but suddenly she found herself in the Baron's arms, being passionately kissed. She tried to struggle, but the Baron held her firmly. Not wanting to be too obvious in front of the guests, she finally yielded to his embrace.

Finally, the Baron released her and led Elna by the hand down from the altar.

Elna heard the guests' loud blessings and praises. Finally, they reached the far end of the hall, passed through the hall's doors, and were alone together. Elna confronted the Baron angrily. "That's not the ceremony we planned!" she roared. "Now, now, Elna, don't be so tense," he said calmly. "Don't call me that, my name is Atan," the former prince argued. "No," the Baron said curtly, "after you swore your oath on the altar, you were called Elna. I expect you to watch your manners, Your Highness." "What do you mean?" Elna suddenly felt a surge of fear.

The Baron stepped forward and seized the beautiful, terrified princess. "Before the gods and the people, you voluntarily swore to love me, respect me, and obey me. I now possess your name and your kingdom. Tonight you can fulfill your vow of love. I once enjoyed your body with Lady Madeline, but now you are mine alone. When you were a prince, you looked down on me, but now you have sworn to obey me. So… my first command is to call yourself Erna. You are my wife, and you must fulfill a wife's duties to her husband. From today until your death, I command you to wear only women's clothes and skirts, and to do what a woman should do. I will enjoy your service at any time, and as my wife, you must carefully please me. Don't worry, I will protect you; after all, you will be the mother of our children." He suddenly pulled Erna into his arms, kissing her passionately, his hands wantonly caressing her silk-covered body. Bound by both body and mind, Erna's resistance finally vanished, and she let him kiss her.

In her heart, the last resistance had disappeared, and she finally accepted her new identity.

Prince Atan was gone, but the free Princess Erna remained.

Tears streamed down her beautiful face as the Baron lifted her and carried her toward her new life—her bedroom with his. 10-07

Fourteen, Shift Transformation 1:

A captivating fragrance. "Takuya..." Such a gentle voice. Soft, sponge-like skin, so white and warm. Ah! What a perfect female body! "Takuya!" Her voice called to me like a seductive spell. I kissed her, opening her lips with my tongue and plunging it into her throat. We embraced tightly, a long and deep kiss! My hands gently slid toward her breasts. "Ah!" Such beautiful breasts! I touched them carefully. Meanwhile, I kneaded and grasped these full fruits, playing with the small cherries on them with my fingertips. The small, protruding cherries were a delicate, luscious pink. "Ah...no..." She recoiled shyly when I touched her. "No!" I wouldn't let her back down, gripping her alluring breasts even tighter with both hands, stimulating them as if the sensation from the tip would excite her. Her nipples hardened from my ministrations. Each touch to her waist caused a slight twitch, and I could feel the heat emanating from her breasts. While caressing them with my right hand, I pulled her left nipple towards my lips. I could hear her heartbeat, pounding rapidly. I first licked it, and she moaned softly. Then I took it into my mouth, sucking and licking. She made sounds like a baby nursing, sucking with obvious pleasure. "Mmm...mmm..." A woman's nipple is different from a man's; it's a bit larger. I felt it was just the right size to hold in my mouth, and sucking it felt wonderful. "Takuya..." she called, stroking my hair. Her voice sounded one of blissful ecstasy. Although sucking on her nipple felt good, the one being sucked must feel even better! My right hand slowly slid down to her thighs. "Ah!" she screamed. "Ah..." My fingers slipped into her secret place; just caressing her full breasts had already made her paradise wet. Fantastic! Women actually crave this feeling too. I happily moved my fingers in and out, her waist swaying in rhythm. "Takuya, ah..." I looked at her secret place, now so full and alluring. "Don't look!" She covered my face with her hands. "Let me see!" I pushed her hands away. "No!" she resisted fiercely. I pushed her hands away even more desperately. "Let me see!" Huh?

I couldn't even remember her name. "Who...who are you!?"

"..." What's going on?

I didn't even know who she was, yet I'd already had sex with her. "Hahaha!" The woman laughed at me. How strange! "Then Takuya, let's continue next time! I'll wait for you."

"Ah, wait a minute, don't go yet!" Before she disappeared, I wanted to hold her full breasts one last time. I want to… wait a minute…

“Takuya!” A stern voice jolted me awake from my sweet dream. “Ah! Asuka.” My cheeks stung; she must have slapped me again. The look on her face was terrifying, instantly snapping me back to reality. “Morning!”

“Morning?! What time are you planning to sleep? So lazy!” Asuka snapped. “Please let go of my hand!”

“Oh! Sorry!” Because of the dream, my hand had been touching Asuka’s chest for some time now. “Why do I have to wake you up every day?”

“Sorry! Can I change my clothes?”

“Okay, just one minute!” Asuka finally stopped holding my hand. “One minute?”

“Stop nagging and hurry up!”

“Ah! I got scolded first thing today too!” My older sister, Natsumi, peeked out and laughed. “Asuka, if Takuya doesn’t change his clothes within a minute, how about we let him go out without pants? That way he’ll reflect on his actions and maybe he’ll get up early tomorrow.” Natsumi was still wearing her pajamas and t-shirt. Being a college student is so great; you don’t have to get up so early. “That sounds like fun!” Asuka chimed in. “How about we just go out in our underwear?” Just kidding… How can you go out without anything on?

This older sister of mine is pretty, but she always has a way of making sarcastic remarks. I’m usually nonchalant, but not today. “Sorry to keep you waiting, we can go now!”

“Wait a minute, Takuya, didn’t you say you were busy today? How can you go on a date?” Asuka blushed at Natsumi’s words. “Ah, sorry!” Natsumi smiled strangely beside her. “I changed my mind at the last minute, let’s go, Asuka.” I pulled Asuka out, my back already sweating profusely from the early morning. Ah! Reality is always cruel. Only in my dreams do I dare to loudly proclaim "I, I." But once awake, I, Aihara Takuya, am nothing more than a weak man. I have absolutely no idea how to interact with women, let alone actively pursue one. "Takuya, please, could you please stop giving me that sour look?" Asuka, who was walking ahead of me, suddenly turned around and said. "I... I didn't!"

"Are you angry because your godmother told you those jokes? I won't let you go to school without pants."

"Yeah, thanks!"

"No need to thank me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Why is it an apology this time?" I know Asuka cares about me, but I always make her angry. "Good morning, Katagiri-san!"

"Ah, good morning!" When we got near the school, many of Asuka's classmates and friends came over to greet her. "Asuka, are you coming to the class social event the day after tomorrow? If you don't come, the boys' attendance rate will be very low!"

"What? I don't like boys, they're too much trouble!" Asuka is very popular, with a cute face, a slender figure, and beautiful legs. "Yeah! Asuka already has Takuya!" Her classmate looked at me and laughed. "Don't talk nonsense, Takuya and I are just ordinary friends!"

"Yeah, yeah! It's not very nice of you to say that to Asuka!"

"I don't feel embarrassed at all, you're just overthinking it!"

"..." I wanted to ease the tension, but I still made Asuka angry. The classmate next to me chuckled. A boy as indecisive as me and a cheerful and lively girl as Asuka, if they were paired together, it would be quite interesting. That classmate was probably laughing at that! "Asuka, I'm leaving first!"

"Hey, wait a minute, Takuya!" I didn't want to turn back, so I quickly walked to the elevator. "Good morning!" I looked around and quietly walked into the classroom. Although a few classmates greeted me, most of them didn't even notice that I had entered the classroom. In the classroom, I was also a boy who didn't stand out at all. The Miyano Mori Academy that I attended was a school known for its emphasis on the education system. Let's start with the uniform! The boys' uniforms were quite ordinary, while the girls' uniforms were pink short-sleeved shirts and skirts. To look good in such clothes, one needed a very good figure, and Asuka certainly had that. The students at the school were all very talented, and those with good athletic performance received preferential treatment in school admissions. Of course, high school students were all addicted to manga and computers, and our school's students were no exception. Many students were as cute as Asuka; both teachers and students were talented and cheerful. If there was an exception, it would probably be me, someone who lives with my stepsister (who is not related to me by blood) because my parents remarried. Even the club I joined was the most boring and uninteresting—the chemistry club. "Aihara-kun, you're here?"

"Club president!"

"We need to organize the lab equipment after school today, so come help immediately after class!" The chemistry club president was a senior in her third year of high school, and in the chemistry club, only she and I were petite. Because the president's parents were both famous chemists, many people, including herself, considered her a genius chemist. She's the center of attention at school, unlike me! "Don't be late! If there's still time, prepare for a new experiment," the club president whispered to me, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses. "Ah! What kind of experiment are we doing this time?"

"Shh! Don't ask so loudly!"

"Y-yes..." The club president quickly covered my mouth with his hand. "You know, many people are eyeing genius experiments!"

"Oh!" Hmph! Who would pay attention to someone as skinny and lacking in figure as you! "Then it's settled. Please, Aihara-kun!" The club president was very annoyed with me. Please ask me what? Such an ambiguous question. This is me. Bullied by my older sister at home, scolded by my childhood friend Asuka, and bossed around by the chemistry club president at school. "Aihara-kun, organize the medicine on that cabinet and put it in the box."

"Okay!" After school, I went to the chemistry lab as agreed, battling a huge pile of experimental equipment and medicine bottles. "Answer loudly and energetically!"

"Okay!"

"And please take care of the cabinet on top too!" Oh my god! Although I'm surrounded by girls, nothing like what happened in my dream this morning has ever happened. I like girls, but girls must hate guys like me! But in this morning's dream, the girl seemed to like me a lot. Girls! "How could this be!" I fell into deep thought again. I'm not gay, and I've never thought about transitioning. I tiptoed to take down the box full of medicine bottles from the top cabinet. Just then, I noticed a small bottle on the other side of the box, tucked away in the corner of the cabinet. It was a brown glass bottle with no label. What is this...?

I looked at the bottle and shook the liquid inside.

"Ah, sorry!"

"Whoa!" My tiptoes suddenly wobbled, and I reflexively reached for the edge of the cabinet, but I missed and fell to the floor. Thud! I landed on the floor. "I'm sorry, are you alright?" The club president looked at me from above, her face full of concern, but I could hear a hint of mockery in her voice. That was too much! It was all because you bumped into my heel that I fell. "What did you bump into? Why is your head wet?"

"I don't know." My hand loosened, and the bottle that had been on me fell to the ground, spilling all the liquid inside. "There shouldn't be anything dangerous in this cabinet. Do you want to rinse your mouth?"

"Okay!" I washed my face with the lab tap. "Does your skin feel prickly?" I nodded silently to the club president's question. "Do you feel uncomfortable? Or is your chest tight?" I nodded again; I think I swallowed a few drops of medicine, my tongue feeling a little numb and sweet. "There's no label, and it has no color or taste!" The club president picked up the glass bottle that had fallen to the floor. "But I don't feel any discomfort. Let's take a good shower when we get home!"

"Is that so? Then come back and help me tidy up after you dry off!"

"Okay!"

"Here we go again. Your answer needs to be concise and forceful, that's how a boy should act!" Huh?

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, this... is!" What's going on?

Instantly, a strange feeling welled up inside me. When I heard the phrase "like a boy," I felt quite disgusted. Although that feeling disappeared immediately, did I really think that way?

By the time I escaped the president's abuse, it was already dark. I usually go home with Asuka, but today, because I was going home late, I had to go home alone. I usually take the bus home. The sparsely populated bus swayed, and I looked at my reflection in the window. So cute! Just like Asuka's face. Her bangs seem to have grown longer. And have I gained weight recently? My face is rounder? How could this be? What am I doing? How come I've never noticed these things before?

I couldn't help but knock on the window. Such a dreamy face; maybe it's a side effect of that drug. I'll ask the club president again tomorrow to see what kind of drug it is. "Ugh..." I feel so sleepy, my body feels light, like when I used to get drunk at social gatherings. I often fall asleep on the bus like this. But thankfully, I automatically wake up as soon as I hear a familiar stop announcement. "Ah, I'm getting off!" A second before the bus departed, I dashed out of the door. Although I'm tired, I don't hate walking home. But the bus stop is still a long way from my house! I'm a very timid person, walking home alone in such a dark place...

"Ah?" I yelled as I got off. The people who got off with me turned around and looked at me. I could only force a smile, trying to suppress the terrifying thoughts in my mind. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me right now?

What's there to be afraid of, a boy walking home in the dark?

I quickly dismissed the pointless thought and hurried home, ignoring the strange feeling churning inside me. "I'm home!"

"Ah, you're back. Dinner will be ready soon!" Stepmother Akiko poked her head out from the kitchen. "It's alright, I don't have much of an appetite." As we walked through the living room, Dad looked up from the pile of newspapers. "What's wrong, Takuya? Why aren't you eating the food your stepmother specially cooked? She made beef patties herself today. She knows it's Dad's favorite, so she made it especially for you. You should eat it with a grateful heart!"

"Ah, what do you mean by specially made, what do you mean by being grateful? It makes me feel embarrassed!"

"No, the beef patties today are really delicious. If Takuya doesn't eat them, then I don't want to eat them either."

"I'm really happy that you say that." "

Then I'll have to ask you to help me later too. After dinner, let's eat together..." The two of them started flirting like that. Actually, they had been remarried for a long time, but it still felt like they were newlyweds. Although I usually received a lot of care from Dad and Stepmother, sometimes, like now, Negi would ignore me and Natsumi. "I want to take a shower and go to bed early tonight." My dad and stepmother continued their sweet talk. I sighed and opened the bathroom door. I wanted to wash off the medicine I'd just used; I was drenched in sweat from running home. When my shirt touched my body, especially around my chest, it felt like something was protruding, making it hard to take off. I had to pull the shirt up forcefully, and my balance had been off ever since. Okay, finally off. I threw the clothes into the washing machine next to me. Xia Mei had placed a large mirror next to the washing machine. I glanced at the mirror casually. "Wow!" I was startled. The reflection in the mirror was of a girl's body; she had large, round, white breasts. "I'm sorry!" I hurriedly left the bathroom, but when I turned around, no one was there. Could it be Xia Mei playing a prank? I looked at the mirror again, frightened. The person in the mirror was indeed a girl, with fair skin, especially full breasts and firm nipples, and a slender waist. She looked so beautiful, I wanted to hold her tightly. But when I looked up at the face on her body, it was my face. "It's me!?" My heart nearly stopped. I looked closely at the mirror again. I raised my right hand, and the girl in the mirror raised her right hand too. I stuck out my tongue and made a face, and the girl in the mirror did the same. I gently moved my hand to her chest, and the girl did the same. Then I felt my hand was so heavy! "Ah..." I grabbed her breasts, making sweet noises. Like kneading round fruit, I kneaded for a long time. "No!" I cried out to myself. "Takuya, what are you doing, making such a loud noise?" Natsumi's voice came from outside. "I'm sorry!" "

What happened?" I had only closed the door, not locked it. Natsumi could come in as soon as she opened it; if she saw me like this, I'd be in big trouble. "It's nothing, it's nothing, just a cockroach flying by!" I pressed the door shut. "A cockroach?"

"Yes, that's it, really!"

"Oh!" I could hear the sound of slippers fading away. "Ugh!" I finally breathed a sigh of relief and stared at my body again. Looking up, my breasts below my collarbone were indeed very full and firm, with a deep cleavage. These were definitely a woman's breasts. Could it be...?

I quickly pulled down my pants and looked between my thighs. "It's... gone!" The thing that had been with me for 16 years was gone. I couldn't believe it. I had really become a girl. To prove it, I put my finger inside my private parts and couldn't help but scream, quickly gritting my teeth to hold it in. Unexpectedly, a feeling of pleasure arose. Is this what it feels like to be a girl?

My breasts and that area are so sensitive. I cried out in my heart, "No, why did I become like this? Is it because of that bottle of medicine in the lab?"

"But now I really want to know what the reason is!" I asked myself, looking at myself in the mirror. The girl in the mirror, who wasn't ugly, nodded at me. I took off my socks and sat down on the floor. Xia Mei's mirror was long; even sitting, I could see my body. I'd seen naked women on TV or in books before, but this was the first time I'd seen them so close. But without the mirror, I didn't feel like a girl at all. I couldn't resist putting my fingers inside that area; it felt so soft, clearly visible in the mirror. "Ah!" I felt myself trembling. So good! That area had turned almost pink. Ah, I really had become a woman. My fingers rubbed back and forth, feeling my fingertips wet. "Ah!" So...so good, even better than before. Again! "Ah, ah!" Looking at myself in the mirror, my lips parted slightly, my cheeks flushed, my nipples hardened, and they protruded. "Mmm!" I imagined a thread pulling on the small cherries of my breasts, feeling that area tighten even more, my fingers even warmer and wetter. I felt like I'd wet the bed. Was this proof of a woman's arousal?

I kept rubbing my fingers back and forth, each rub bringing a surge of excitement. My breathing naturally became rapid, and beads of sweat appeared on my nose and forehead. I felt like I had peed a lot; my fingers were so wet and sticky. My buttocks were cool because I was sitting on the floor. I was still not satisfied. "Mmm..." I imitated the moans of the actresses in adult films. But the more I made those sounds, the more excited I became, and the stronger my physical needs grew. It turned out that those actresses' moans weren't faked; they were real. I spread my legs wide. The girl in the mirror with Takuya's face also spread her legs wide. Her private parts were glistening, and a clear liquid was flowing out. "Ah!" I couldn't help but arch my upper body. "Ahhh!" Naturally, I closed my eyes, my body heating up with passion. "Ahhh!!" I wasn't used to this feeling yet, so my breathing was rapid, my chest and lower abdomen were so tense, and I couldn't help but roll on the floor, but my fingers didn't leave that place. "Ah, ah!" Then her waist began to twist, her eyes half-open, half-closed, looking very ecstatic. "So good!" I bit my lip, it's so good to be a woman. My body was tense before, but now it had become so soft. The nipples were still firm, as if they longed for someone to suckle them. I reached out to grab the nipples with one hand, but it felt like an electric shock, and I quickly let go. I was too sensitive now, it wasn't a good time to touch them. I wanted someone to hold me now, like a newborn baby being held, to soothe the trembling in my body. A kind of melancholy arose, and my nose hurt. This was completely different from the exhaustion a man feels, I felt ashamed because I felt I had done something wrong. I am indeed a woman

now. As the pleasure gradually faded, my rationality returned. I am Aihara Takuya, I am a boy, but suddenly I have this body, what should I do in the future? "No!" I shook my head, I couldn't think about the reality right now. However, I still wanted to relive the pleasure I had just experienced. I pressed my fingers against that spot again. "Mmm, so good!" I immediately fell into a world of desire. "Hey!" But then, Natsumi's voice suddenly came from above. "Ah!" My mood plummeted. "How strange, Takuya, how did you become a girl?"

"Ah!" I didn't know when she had been watching me. But I just trembled and couldn't say a word. Natsumi seemed to understand my thoughts and smiled maliciously. "You really can't lie. There isn't even a single cockroach in our kitchen, so how come there are cockroaches in the bathroom? I thought it was strange, so I came back to peek, and I found that my brother had become a sister. You were in the throes of pleasure at the time, so you didn't notice me at all."

"..."

"But I've seen you shower before, you are definitely a boy!" Since we started living together, Natsumi has spied on me showering countless times. "What happened, Takuya, how could this be?"

"Ah! Maybe..." I had no choice but to tell her about the bottle of medicine in the lab. "School, lab..."

"Hahaha! I don't believe it! Don't be ridiculous!" I knew she'd say that. "So you turned into a girl after drinking a few sips of medicine? Sounds like something out of a manga!"

"But I'm telling the truth, there's nothing I can do if you don't believe me!" Xia Mei nodded. "Yeah, you imitated it very well!" Xia Mei tugged at my chin with her finger. "Hmm, quite a cute girl, are those breasts real?"

"Ah!" I instinctively covered my chest with my hands. "Ugh, even your moans are so cute, can you feel anything?"

"No! Sister!" She grabbed my nipple, and I could only shake my head desperately, ashamed that she would see my virginity. "It's alright, I've already seen you like that, what's there to be embarrassed about!"

"Sister, please don't!" Her fingers gripped my nipple, which immediately became erect. "Making such strange noises, people will think I'm a monster!" Xia Mei blushed and finally released her fingers. I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. "By the way, Takuya, to celebrate you becoming a girl, let me bathe you today! Let me teach you how to handle a woman's body." Xia Mei said with a smile, but I always felt that she had ulterior motives. I couldn't resist and could only let her do as she pleased. Xia Mei said while rinsing my body with hot water, "Is it comfortable? A woman's most important thing is her skin. Today I'm using my shower gel to bathe you, you'll have to buy a bottle yourself tomorrow!" The scent was really fragrant and comfortable. Xia Mei held my breast from behind. "Ah!"

"You feel something already? I'm just helping you bathe, don't think too much!"

"I'm sorry!" But Xia Mei seemed to be doing it on purpose, rubbing my breasts even harder. "This little cherry, you have to wash it clean with your fingers!"

"Mmm!" She rubbed it vigorously, and my little cherry became erect. I tried my best not to moan. If I were washing myself, I wouldn't feel this way. "Next, I'm going to wash the most important place!"

"Ah! No, please stop."

"First, use the showerhead to rinse the outside, then rinse a little more inside. Come on, spread your legs!" Xia Mei tapped my butt, and I had no choice but to spread my legs. Hot water went directly between my thighs. "Ugh..." Why does a girl feel something just from rinsing her there?

"How is it, Takuya?" Xia Mei walked up to me and asked with a smile. That's too much, you're deliberately washing there to make me feel something. "Rinse with water first, then lather up your hands with shower gel before washing inside!"

"Ah!"

"If you apply shower gel directly, it will hurt there. Come on, open it up a little more." Xia Mei's hands were covered in lather as she rubbed it on me. "Ah!" I lowered my head shyly. Although I was a girl like her, I still felt very embarrassed. But...

"Ugh, Takuya, why are you still so excited?" Wow! I've been found out, how embarrassing! "I'll know as soon as I touch it!"

"Ah! No, don't touch me, ah!"

"What do you mean no! I'm teaching you how to wash, don't get any weird sensations! This area needs to be kept clean every day!"

"No! Sister." Xia Mei ignored me and insisted on touching me there. I really couldn't take it anymore and had to slump onto the toilet. "Ugh, if you keep doing this, I won't wash you anymore!" Xia Mei looked at me smugly, and I was speechless, trembling all over. I was completely defeated by her, and Xia Mei was actually smiling with satisfaction. "Then you can shower yourself!"

"Okay!" I stood up, unconsciously letting the showerhead spray on my body. Remembering how I'd spread my legs in front of her earlier, I didn't want to do it again now. Later, Natsumi said she wanted to shower too, and kicked me out. Natsumi's usually fierce eyes softened, and her cheeks flushed from the heat. Perhaps spurred on by me, she wanted to try it too! When I handed her the showerhead, I had a strange feeling. Natsumi always considered herself a beauty; I never imagined she'd do that kind of thing while showering. It's natural for men to do it, but for women…

Back in my room, I dried my hair, still thinking about it. I could clearly see the tips of my breasts through my t-shirt. How could this be…

Anyway, I absolutely couldn't let this be exposed at school tomorrow; I just needed to explain to the club president. "Takuya!" Suddenly, Natsumi ran in; this older sister never knocked. "W-What is it?" I saw her face was still very red; she must have just done *that*. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be going to school in a woman's body, which is going to be a lot of trouble. I've already prepared everything for you!"

"Huh?"

"Look, this is the Miyano Mori uniform I used to wear. This is underwear, and you'll need to change your bra and panties to girls' too. Don't be shy, change them quickly!"

"Wait a minute, I'm just changing my body to a girl's!"

"Don't you want to tell them? This won't do. Look how big your breasts are. Miyano Mori has a very open-minded school culture; nothing will happen. Besides, I used to be a student council member, so I'm quite familiar with the teachers!"

"Then, will you help me tell them?"

"It would be better to have your parents say it!"

"But, Dad and them..."

"Dad and them, I just told them!"

"Huh?"

"What are you doing? You've been saying 'oh, oh,' ever since! You really don't know how to handle things!" Why all of a sudden? "It's okay. They only have eyes for each other. I told them it's a side effect of the medication, and it'll be fine in a few days. They just hummed in agreement." Xia Mei chuckled. “But I don’t know if I can really turn back to my original form right away.”

“Idiot! If you tell the school that you took some kind of drug and that’s why you’re like this, it’ll cause a huge uproar. Wouldn’t it be better to say it’s just your constitution? Don’t be so shy, just enjoy being a girl for now!”

“Y-yes!” That was all I could answer. “That’s settled then!” Xia Mei nodded readily. Although her attitude seemed like she was teasing me, I knew she was actually encouraging me. “So hurry up and take off your clothes and put on some women’s underwear. Hmm, it’ll suit you perfectly, hahaha!” I was wrong. It turned out Xia Mei was just teasing me. “What! Takuya, you’re so sexy!” Xia Mei couldn’t help but exclaim when I took off my clothes. “Even though you’re very thin, your bust is at least 90 centimeters, at least a D or E cup!” Xia Mei seemed a little unhappy. “Why do you, a man, have such… never mind, here you go!” She tossed me a white bra. "Do you want to wear it?"

"Do you want your breasts to bounce around?"

"How am I supposed to wear it?"

"There's really no other way, just wear it like this!" Xia Mei held the shoulder straps with both hands and stood behind me to help me adjust it. "It's so uncomfortable!"

"Bear with it! Women have to be patient. Once you've found the right position, stuff all your breasts into the cups!"

"You can't stuff them all in!"

"What! You think my bra is too small!?" "

I'm sorry! But..."

"Never mind!" Xia Mei walked over angrily and helped me stuff my breasts into the bra. "Isn't it in now? Please don't say your breasts are bigger than mine!"

"..." But this bra is really too small, my little cherry feels like it's being squeezed, it's so uncomfortable. I also have to wear women's underwear. "Then change into underwear, you should know how to wear it, right?"

"Yes!" I put my feet into the white underwear. Because of this movement, I always felt like my breasts were going to jump out of the bra. "Hmm!"

"No, your breasts are jumping out, quickly stuff them back in!"

"Yes!" Not only the bra, but even the underwear was too small. Can a woman really feel this painful and tightness when wearing intimate apparel?

I don't believe it. (I think it's probably because the size doesn't fit!)

"You'll wear your girl's uniform to school tomorrow, so Mom and Asuka will know you've become a girl!"

"Yes!"

"I already know you're a girl now. I think the most shocked person will be Asuka. Tomorrow will be fun, hahaha!" Natsumi kissed me and said goodnight, then went back to her room. I still like girls, and I still feel attracted to women. Starting tomorrow, I'll be living a woman's life, and I'll have to tell Asuka that I've become a girl. "Asuka!" Like a spell, why does this name make me want to return to being a boy?

I took off my underwear and rolled myself into bed naked from the waist down. Should Asuka see me now that I'm a girl? She'd be terrified, wouldn't she? Or would she look down on me?

For the first time since becoming a woman, sadness and unease overwhelmed me. Although I was exhausted, I tossed and turned all night.

"Takuya, still in bed?!" It was Asuka's voice; she wakes me every morning. "Yeah! Let me sleep a little longer." I knew she was angry, but I think I had a nightmare last night and didn't sleep well at all. "Get up! You must have been watching TV late again! Whatever, get up!" Asuka tried to pull back my blanket. "That's too much, so early in the morning..."

"Ah!" Oh no! I quickly covered my chest with my hands. Ah! This wasn't a dream; what I felt was definitely the sensation of breasts. "Wh-how could this be...how could this be?"

"Ah! I forgot to tell you, Asuka!" Natsumi walked in with a malicious smile. "Takuya accidentally drank some medicine at school yesterday and turned into a girl!"

"Huh?"

"I don't know if it was an accident or his own choice. Maybe the effects of the medicine will wear off today, but for now, let's just treat him as a girl!"

"Wh-how could this happen..." Asuka's eyes widened, staring at me in disbelief. I didn't know whether to feel regret or shyness, and I didn't dare to look up at her. Natsumi is so mean, deliberately letting Asuka into my room without saying anything. She must have wanted to embarrass me like this for a long time. "Takuya..." Asuka's voice trembled. Please, please don't laugh at me. I know you must think I'm a complete idiot. "Takuya, I..." Asuka seemed to want to say something, but Natsumi interrupted her. "So, Asuka, you should know, right? He's wanted to be a girl for a long time. I've already told the school about Takuya. You'll be late if you wait for him, so why don't you go to school first today?" Natsumi is so talkative. "Okay, I got it!" Asuka glanced at me and then walked away. Ah! I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. When it was just me and Natsumi, Natsumi brought out a lot of things girls use. "Even if your face is very feminine, you should still trim your eyebrows properly!"

"Ouch! That hurts..." She used something like tweezers to pluck out my eyebrows one by one. You can imagine how painful that was; it hurt so much that tears streamed down my face. "Bear with it, girls have to do these things. See, doesn't it look much better now?"

"Waaah..."

"Also, your bangs should be shorter. Let me curl your eyelashes; it'll make you even prettier." Natsumi played with my face like this, talking to herself. "Okay, all done. Look in the mirror!" She handed me a mirror, and I wondered what I would look like. With a nervous heart, I peeked into the mirror, and I was really shocked. "Pretty, right?"

"..." I really was pretty; I never thought I was this pretty. A small forehead, a pointed chin, bright and captivating eyes, and delicate, small lips. Yes! It's so cute for a girl to have this kind of look. "Don't get too mesmerized, hurry up and put your clothes on. Ah! Remember to wear women's underwear."

"Okay!"

"Ah, even your tone of voice sounds like a girl's, you're not like the Takuya you used to be!" Don't joke around, who made me so feminine? But, after putting on my panties and squeezing my breasts into my bra, I really am a complete woman. Natsumi gave me her uniform to wear, the shoulders and waist were okay, but the chest area seemed a bit tight. The buttons in the front were sticking out, a bit revealing. "Ah! It's not always like this, just bear with it!" I looked in the mirror and pulled up my skirt. The hair on my calves was gone, my ankles were completely exposed, hmm! Very beautiful! "Okay, let's go to school!" Natsumi patted my back. "Ah! By the way, your tutor is Mr. Miyamura, right? He told you to go see him before going to class. He was quite surprised when he heard that, but he said it could be considered a kind of experience!" Experience? It's not that simple. "Ah! If possible, I'd love to go to school with you! Yesterday, Takuya was just an inconspicuous little boy, and suddenly he's a girl. I'd love to see everyone's reaction." No way! If Natsumi goes, I'll be in even worse shape. If I stay here any longer, I don't know what Natsumi will say next. I quickly grabbed my bag and rushed out! "This is your classmate, Aihara!" The teacher introduced me to the whole class as if I were a transfer student. In the teachers' room, when the teacher first saw me, she almost fell off her chair in shock. "Don't worry, I'll be on your side. If anything happens, just come to me!" The teacher said with a smile and patted my shoulder. This teacher is very popular with female students; she's very gentle and considerate. "I think you'll be a girl for a while, everyone will treat you well. Ah! If you need to use the restroom or change clothes, please use the staff restroom and changing room!" Suddenly, I heard several men's voices. "Aihara, everyone says you've become a girl!"

"Huh? I'm sorry for causing everyone trouble, please help me in the future." I nodded to everyone, and several pairs of curious eyes stared at my body. Of course, the men were looking, and even the girls were looking at my chest, buttocks, and feet, from top to bottom, not missing an inch. Since I came to Miyanomori, this was the first time I had been looked at like this. And those looks made me feel like I was being raped. It's a good thing Natsumi didn't come with me. "I have class later, and the other teachers already know about you, so there's no need to report to them separately." As soon as Teacher Miyamura left his seat, everyone surrounded me. "Aihara, are your breasts real?"

"Wow, you're even wearing lipstick, so beautiful!"

"The teacher's not here, hurry up and let us see that area, don't just let yourself see!" What's going on? Even though my woman's body is only temporary, it's still my own body! How can I let you all see it? Treating me like a rare beast makes me feel so ashamed. "Let us touch your breasts!"

"Ah!" A male classmate touched my breasts. "Wow, they're real!"

"Me too! I want to touch them too!"

"You perverts!"

"Come on, Aihara, you know what men are like!"

"Ah! You guys..." The classroom erupted in commotion. If the teacher hadn't come soon, all the boys in the class would have touched my breasts. Luckily, the teacher came. But I feel so uncomfortable inside my breasts. No, do I really want all the boys in the class to touch my breasts?

How embarrassing! But I feel like something is leaking out there. No, it must be because it's the first time I've been the center of attention, I'm too excited! But... but, just now when my breasts were touched, I felt my nipples pressing against the center of my bra and becoming pointed, and it hurt so much. Stop thinking about it, it's class time! I really want to concentrate, but I feel like someone's watching me. I'm so nervous I can hardly breathe.

Unfortunately, the second period is PE. I don't know if it's because I was thinking too much, or if I'm just not used to a girl's body, but I feel weak all over, and my head hurts. Going to PE now would be a disaster. I went to talk to Mr. Miyamura. "Oh, is that so? Then I'll tell the PE teacher you don't need to go to class. If you're really not feeling well, can you go to Ms. Keiko in the infirmary? I'm a boy, there might be some things I don't know!"

"Okay, that's settled then!" So I listened to the teacher and went to the infirmary. Ms. Keiko is a good person, but I'm still a little afraid of her. Our school has a free atmosphere, with all sorts of people, but Ms. Keiko is quite the individualist. She doesn't button her white uniform, so you can see she's wearing a short jacket that exposes her navel and incredibly short shorts underneath. And because of her great figure, she was very popular with the male students. However, a rumor that was bad for Ms. Keiko was circulating. "Ah! You're that Aihara Takuya everyone's been talking about? I've heard about it, poor thing!" A flawless face, luscious red lips, a stunningly alluring figure—even though I'm a girl now, seeing such a beauty standing before me still makes my heart race and my face flush. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I feel weak all over."

"Really? Then go lie down on that bed over there."

"Yes!"

"Ah! Take off your uniform."

"Should I take it off?"

“Yes!” Ms. Keiko nodded clearly. “Taking off your clothes will make your body feel more comfortable. I’m a girl too, I know!”

“Okay.” I put my uniform on the bedside and lay down wearing only my underwear. “Okay, let me take a look!” The teacher looked at my body. “Aihara-kun, don’t you think this bra is too tight? No, no wonder you feel uncomfortable, take it off right away!”

“Ah!” After saying that, the teacher reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, and my breasts, which had been squeezed, bounced out. “How is it? Doesn’t it feel much better now?”

“Ah! Yes, yes…” I said softly, panting. “But Natsumi said that if you don’t wear a bra, your breasts will sag!”

“That’s true, but wearing an ill-fitting bra is bad for your body. This is a B cup, right? I think you’re at least a D cup.”

“Really? I didn’t know, my sister lent me this bra!”

“How pitiful, such big breasts squeezed into such a small bra!” If Natsumi heard this, she would be furious. "It seems a little deformed?"

"Ah!" The teacher cupped my breasts with both hands. "Hmm, it's really soft! Aihara-san, what's wrong? Your little cherry seems to have hardened!"

"No..." The teacher gently rubbed my breasts with her hands, and even pinched my cherry with her nail-painted fingers. I really wanted to escape! "No, let me check again!"

"B-but, I feel much better!"

"Really? But your body is so hot, could it be a fever?"

"Ah!" The teacher actually sucked on my...my cherry. No! How could this happen?

"So cute! Aihara-san was so unremarkable when she was a boy, but I never imagined she would be so cute after becoming a girl." Teacher Keiko whispered in my ear, lying down next to me, and I could smell her faint perfume. "Can I kiss you? Teacher really likes cute girls like Aihara-san!" When her red lips were about to touch mine, I instinctively closed my eyes. So gentle! Her wet lips touched mine. It seems the rumors that Teacher Keiko likes girls more than boys are true! As I pondered this, my lips were being forcefully sucked by the teacher. If I were truly a girl, I might have been terrified and wanted to run away. But the boy in my heart was enjoying his intimacy with such a beautiful teacher. And just now, I felt weak all over, perhaps because of physical pain. But this kiss made my whole body boil, feeling incredibly comfortable. "Is this your first kiss?" the teacher asked, her cheeks slightly flushed. "An adult kiss..." I had kissed Asuka when we were little, playing house. My chest hurt so much; I couldn't think about Asuka now. "Do you feel better now?" I just nodded; Asuka's image had vanished from my mind. "You're such a good boy; I'll teach you more things later." The teacher took off her white nursing gown, and even her shorts and top. "Ah!" I couldn't help but hold my breath. Underneath the teacher's shorts and top... she wasn't even wearing a bra or panties. She had fuller breasts and a denser pubic area than I did. "Surprised? I often do this at school, when no one's lying on the bed in the infirmary, I do this!" The teacher led my hand to her chest. "I fantasize about having sex with a cute girl like Aihara-san while I take care of myself. Come on, rub it!" I did as the teacher said, slowly rubbing it. "It feels so good...yes, that's the feeling." The teacher also rubbed my breasts, and we rubbed each other's breasts on the bed. I imitated the teacher's movements, my nipples gradually hardened, and I gripped my breasts harder. "Ah, so good! I can't take it anymore, can I do it here too?" The teacher pressed her thigh against my crotch. "Wearing underwear like this is a big problem!"

"Ah!" The teacher quickly took off my underwear. "Hmm, it's already wet, you're so cute, Aihara-san!"

"Ah!" The teacher spread my thighs and immediately cupped my crotch with her palm, rubbing it with her fingers. "What a good boy! I love boys who react like this." The teacher slowly leaned her body against me. "Ah..." I breathed softly with each step the teacher took closer. This feeling was completely different from when I did it myself; it was so new. "Aihara-kun, haven't you wanted to be like this for a long time? How does it feel to be a girl? Can you feel that pleasure?"

"Ah!" My cheeks were burning. "Don't be so shy, it feels great, doesn't it!"

"Yes!" I answered softly. The teacher rubbed there, then buried her head between my thighs. "Ugh, you don't even know this yet!" I could feel the teacher's hair rubbing against me. "Ah! No, ah..." The sudden pleasure made me scream. The teacher even licked there with her tongue. "It's great to have this experience for the first time, isn't it?" The teacher spread my legs wider. "This way, it will feel even better!"

"Ah..." I couldn't resist and could only let her do as she pleased. Overwhelmed by this pleasure, I couldn't think of anything else. "Can I put my fingers in?"

"Ugh!" The secret entrance that only girls have, I had never known what it felt like there. The teacher licked it while inserting her fingers. "Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"Yes, of course you'll feel pain. But it's okay, relax, exhale slowly, don't strain your knees, yes, just like that." Huh? Is this really a finger? There's a strong feeling of something foreign. But it feels like something has gone inside my body. Tears are about to well up in my eyes, is this pleasure?

"So cute! Aihara's place is really tight, do you want to try moving it?"

"Ah!"

"When two people are together, you can feel that feeling even more!"

"Hmm! Ah..." It really feels like fire is burning there, it feels so good, I feel my lower body become lighter. "Isn't it very comfortable? Although Aihara's body has become a girl's body, it still feels quite erotic!"

"No!" Actually, I know it in my heart. "Aihara-kun, can you help the teacher with that place too? The teacher can't stand it anymore because you're so cute!" The teacher buried my face near her buttocks, and what I saw in front of me was her secret garden. "Is it wet?" It really is, even wetter than me! "Not as cute as Aihara, huh? I'm so sorry!" The teacher was much more developed than me. But she was really attractive. If I were a boy, I would definitely want to violate her there immediately. "Please!" The teacher shook her butt in front of me, and I moved my tongue to her there. What a strange taste, is this the taste of a woman's paradise?

"Ugh..." The teacher's thighs were trembling. I opened it with my fingers, and it was immediately sucked in. "So comfortable, Aihara-kun!" The teacher entered me again, and now no words were needed. A chaotic pleasure kept invading me, and naturally my movements became more intense, but I no longer felt shy. "Aihara-kun is so good! Teacher, teacher is already..." The teacher's voice was as sweet as a little girl's. I felt like it was about to end. "Let's reach that feeling together!"

"Okay!"

"Ugh..." Our waists swayed even more violently, experiencing such a wonderful feeling for the first time in my life. "Aihara-kun!" The teacher kept calling my name. "That's great!"

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel refreshed."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Ms. Keiko was already wearing her white uniform, looking down at me. "You're so cute! Do you want to stay a girl forever?" I couldn't help but nod, when suddenly the teacher seemed to stiffen. "Someone seems to be here. I'll go check it out. Hurry up and get dressed!"

"Ah, yes!" The teacher quickly buttoned up her uniform and opened the window by the bed. "I heard that second-year student Aihara Takuya is here!" It was Asuka's voice! I quickly got dressed, of course, without underwear or a bra. "Hmm, a little anemic, but you're fine now, aren't you, Aihara-kun?"

"Y-yes!"

"Can you come out by yourself?"

"Yes, I'll go out now!" I buttoned my skirt and walked out. Asuka looked confused when she saw me in a skirt. "You look great!" she said, then turned her head away. "Did I worry you?"

"Your story is all over our class. Since we're childhood friends, everyone keeps bothering me with questions, and I got annoyed so I came to find you!"

"Ah, the most important thing is that you've recovered your strength. Katagiri-san, Aihara-san is in your hands now!" Ms. Keiko smiled and patted my back, then winked at me. I smiled knowingly and nodded. Asuka complained as we walked side by side down the corridor. "Look... it's that chemistry club member!"

"She really looks like a girl."

"But she has a great figure! I really want to touch her." Several unfamiliar students in the corridor pointed and whispered at me, making me feel like I didn't know where to hide. Why am I still not used to being a girl? Maybe it's because Asuka is beside me?

"Did the teacher say why you weren't feeling well?" Asuka asked, pretending not to care about the stares around us. "She said it's because my bra size is wrong. The teacher said I'm a D cup, and that bra is too small!"

"You're that big of a D cup!" Asuka seemed a little dejected. "When will you turn back into a boy?"

"I don't know. I plan to talk to the club president after school today!"

"Takuya, could it be that Sato-senpai is trying to use you as an experiment again?"

"No, that's impossible. The medicine just fell out suddenly, it can't be!" Asuka glared at me, and I quickly stopped. Looking back, it seemed like someone was pointing at me behind Asuka's back. "Is she really a girl?" someone asked. I couldn't take it anymore and quickly fled the scene. I didn't care if people looked at me strangely, but I couldn't let Asuka suffer unwarranted humiliation too. "Ah! Takuya, what's wrong? Can you run?" Asuka chased after me and grabbed my shoulder. "Asuka, let's not go to and from school together for a while from today!"

"Takuya..."

"My presence will only cause you trouble."

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Sorry, I have to go now!"

"Takuya!" I'm such a useless man, that's why I've become a girl. I'm getting more and more timid. Until I turn back into a boy, my heart will probably remain closed. After school...

"President, is there really no way?" I asked the president nervously. But she remained as cold as ever. "There's no way! Although I'm here every day, that's only been for the last three years. The Chemistry Club has been around for over 20 years, of course I can't possibly know every single chemical."

"I see..." My mood plummeted, because I always thought the president was playing a prank and that I would soon be a boy again. "However, if I examine your body properly, maybe I can invent a medicine to turn you back into a boy."

"Really!?" A spark of hope rekindled in my heart. "These medicines must have been made by people at the school! If they can do it, how could I, the best chemistry genius in the school's history, Sato Asami, not be able to?" The club president looked confident, though she was always so self-assured, but now I could only ask her for help. "Then I'll leave it to you!" I bowed and nodded. "But even a genius can't create them right now. I'll check your physical condition every day from now on, first to find out why you became a girl."

"Is that so? I understand!" I could only nod, but the club president then raised her voice and said, "Then hurry up and take off your clothes!"

"Huh? Take them off again!?"

"What do you mean, take them off again?"

"N-nothing." I looked into the eyes behind the club president's glasses, eyes that seemed to be planning to use me as a guinea pig. Maybe she's the one who caused me to become a girl, because she seemed so happy. But now, she was the only one I could ask. I shyly and slowly unbuttoned my clothes. After the club president's experiment—no, I should say the checkup—was finished, I went straight home. "Takuya, you're back! Asuka just came by; this is for you." Akiko handed me a polka-dot bag. "What's this?"

"She said you'll know once you see it. Go back to your room and open it yourself!"

"Okay!" I quickly went back to my room. What is this? It doesn't seem very heavy. "Asuka gave it to me..." Just then, a note fell out of the bag. It read, "Takuya, I thought you'd be bothered without this, so I bought it for you with my allowance, Asuka." It was a bra that fit me perfectly. The note also added, "P.S.: Larger bras aren't as cute, so don't complain!"

"Okay!" I nodded involuntarily. Asuka still cares about me. Tonight, I must practice how to put on a bra by myself. Although I really want to turn back into a boy, I'm really happy to receive a bra from Asuka. "Good morning!"

"Takuya?" In the living room, Natsumi stared at me with wide eyes. "It's rare to see you up so early!"

"Yeah! Because from now on, I'll take a shower every morning before going to school."

"Huh? Shower in the morning? You look like a girl!"

"Yes, so it's only for today. Please lend me your rose-scented shampoo!"

"Ah! Okay, take it if you want!" Xia Mei had already decided I was a complete woman, so she didn't care anymore. I found it incredible myself. Because the medicine turned me into a girl, under normal circumstances, the effects should have gradually faded, but this morning after waking up, I naturally felt like a girl. After showering, I put on the things Xia Mei lent me and dressed myself up nicely. Dad just smiled wryly and didn't say anything. He and my stepmother, Qiu Zi, had been chattering away since early morning, as if they were talking about where they were going to play during their vacation. "I'm going to school!" Qiu Zi finally looked up at me. "Ah, you're leaving now, be careful on the road!" Be careful on the road? Having lived with Akiko for so long, this was the first time I'd heard her say that to me. But she seemed to say it to Natsumi often; after all, she's a girl, and she's more likely to worry about safety. I immediately understood why Akiko said that to me. I was leaving in a few minutes, but I didn't expect the bus to be so crowded! I really wanted to see if Asuka was there, but how could I see her in this crowd? Being squeezed in the crowd, I couldn't move at all. My chest was sore from being pressed, and I felt the people standing on both sides of me pushing towards me. This couldn't be my imagination, right?

"Next stop, Municipal Hospital entrance!" As soon as the announcement was made, the crowd started to move, and I was pushed to the front of the bus, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Ah!" The office worker sitting there put his briefcase between my thighs. What should I do? My skirt seemed to be lifted up, and the briefcase was directly touching my underwear. But there were people all around me, and I couldn't grab the handrail. Moving even slightly would bother the people next to me. The man with the briefcase had his face obscured by a newspaper; only his head was moving from side to side—he must be fast asleep. The bus was swaying, and everyone was crowding behind me, but the briefcase was still there. No…

I wanted to cry. Being treated like this in a place like this…

If this continues, something will definitely leak down there; I can feel it, it's terrifying! “We're turning, passengers please be careful!” Ah! The bus slowly turned left, and I felt the briefcase being pushed against my private area again. No, if this continues, I…

Just then, it felt like someone reached out from behind me. Thank goodness, finally someone is going to help me. I wanted to give him a grateful look, so I turned around. And then…

the person who was supposed to help me pressed himself tightly against my back, touching my thighs and buttocks. I could feel something hard protruding on my buttocks; I immediately knew it was a sign of male arousal. “How does it feel?”

"Hmph!" The lecherous man whispered breathlessly in my ear. I tried to shake him off, but he clamped my legs around my feet, making it impossible for me to escape. If I screamed, it would definitely attract attention. There might even be people I knew in the car, and it would be too embarrassing if they knew I was a girl. He seemed to know I wouldn't resist and started to make his move. He slipped his hand under my skirt, past my underwear, and touched me there. I felt his erection pressing against my buttocks grow even harder. I bit my lip. Although my body was that of a woman, I was still a man! I should be angry, but instead, I felt excited. "Feels good there, doesn't it?" the lecherous man whispered in my ear again. Although it was embarrassing, my body started to heat up when he mentioned "there." Why... 10-07
Fourteen, Shift Transformation 2

He must think it's wet there. "Ah!" I breathed softly. "Ah..." His fingers went inside me, and I could hear the rubbing sound. This was the first time in my life I'd been touched like this by a man. As his fingers slipped inside, my hips swayed, his penis still pressed against my buttocks. "Feels good there, doesn't it?" the pervert asked again, and I nodded vigorously. In the crowded bus, being violated there by a faceless pervert, I felt incredibly good. I might be a pervert; if a girl were violated like this, she probably wouldn't feel good. But right now, my whole body was filled with pleasure. "Ah! Hmm..." The pervert continued his actions, and soon I reached my climax. I could feel my nipples hardening. I closed my eyes, imagining someone kneading my breasts. "Ah... ha..." Suddenly I felt a chill on my buttocks; he seemed to have ejaculated. His hand was still roaming there, and I slowly opened my eyes. Several passengers looked at me suspiciously. "Ah..." Had they seen me being violated by a pervert?

"Miyanomori Gakuen Station!" The bus stopped. Thank goodness, I could finally get rid of him. Starting tomorrow, I absolutely refuse to take the bus at this time. There aren't many people at school yet. My wet underwear is making me very uncomfortable. I want to take it off, but I don't have any spare underwear. What should I do?

I took off my shoes and was about to put them in the shoe cabinet when I saw a letter inside. "Aihara Takuno-kun..." The handwriting looks like a boy's. Why would someone write me a letter like this?

My boyish side wanted to throw the letter away immediately, but my girlish side really wanted to read it. "From the first moment I saw you, my heart was captured. I don't know if this is what love is. But I think we can have sweet moments together, that would be wonderful..." So he wanted to "do it" with me. There was no signature on it, only the word "boy" written on it. Besides this letter, there were several others, all of them wanting to have sex with me. There were also letters from girls, one of whom gave me two sets of underwear with a note that said, "Being a girl is hard. Please accept this little something." Great, that way I won't be sad all day. I'll change my underwear right away. The last letter was in a pink envelope. When I opened it, the handwriting was very neat. "I'm so sorry to write to you so abruptly. Ever since I saw you, my heart has been beating so fast. I don't care if you're a boy or not, even if it's just for a few minutes. I like you so much and want to protect you forever." The sender was Kudo Hiroji, a first-year student. "I'll wait for you on the rooftop after school today, until the school closes." What should I do?

I'm a boy! I don't want to date a boy. But his neat handwriting is so attractive, and I've developed feelings for him. If I want to see Kudo, then I can't do anything after school. During lunch break, I told the teacher I was going to the chemistry department for a physical exam, so I left the classroom to find the club president. "Takuya!" Suddenly someone called me, and I knew who it was from the voice. "The thing I gave you yesterday..."

"Yeah, I wore it. It's so convenient because it keeps my chest from bouncing around when I run!"

"Keep your voice down, don't say things like that so loudly." Asuka blushed and pulled me to a corner of the corridor. "Asuka, I told you yesterday not to walk with me."

"Stop nagging! I have something to tell you! Is that not allowed?" Asuka glared at me, her expression the same as when I was still a boy, showing she still thought I was a man. Although I made her angry, I was actually quite happy. "What's wrong? You don't seem to be turning back into a boy yet." "

Yeah, and I feel like I'm becoming more and more like a girl."

"I didn't see that coming! "

"I meant my feelings." A hint of melancholy flashed in Asuka's eyes; I knew I'd said the wrong thing again. "There's something I want to ask you. What do you think about becoming a girl?" Asuka's expression was quite serious, making my heart flutter. "I don't want to be like this forever..." To be honest, I didn't know myself. Before, when I was a boy, no one noticed me, and I never received a love letter. But after becoming a girl, I felt very cute, and having a girl's feelings and body made me happy. "Are you satisfied with being a girl and don't want to go back to being a boy?" Asuka seemed to read my mind. I didn't answer, just remained silent. "..." Asuka looked at me, then at the window. I didn't know what she was thinking. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break. Asuka tossed her long hair. "Not only do you think that way, but I think the same way even as a girl. I can dress up beautifully, and I can go shopping all the time. Being a girl is really great!"

"Yeah! That's true." Asuka seemed a little melancholy. "From now on, I'm your senior. If you have any questions, come and talk to me! We can be good friends." Asuka extended her hand, and I shook it sadly. "Then I have to go back to the classroom." Looking at Asuka's charming back, I knew why I always felt like a man whenever Asuka was beside me. I think it was because I had fallen in love with her. I think only Asuka wants me to turn back into a boy! "Hmm, it's probably a psychological issue." After school, the club president told me after her examination. I was lying naked on the large table in the lab. "Ah..." The president told me to open my legs, looking at my genitals. I felt so ashamed, and my body was getting hot. "The reaction here is just like a woman's."

"Ah... President..." She pressed my finger there. "It gets full of fluid and blood with stimulation. Now you probably can't tell if you're a boy or a girl!" The president's tone was quite calm. "Okay, I'll check the lubrication!"

"Oh dear!"

"Just a little bit, bear with it."

"Ugh..." She used a straw to suck, filling the entire bottle. "I'll tell you the results after the examination." The president ignored me, just staring at the transparent bottle. "Ah, I have something to do, President, I'll go now!" I stood up, put on my uniform, and prepared to leave. The president just waved and said, "Remember to come again tomorrow!" I climbed to the top floor, the wind felt so nice. "Aihara-kun, you really came!" Kudo jogged towards me. "That's great..." He kept staring at me like a puppy. "I'm so sorry to have written to you so abruptly." He wasn't tall, but he was very cute, which unexpectedly stirred my maternal instincts. "I understand!"

"Aihara-kun, so, you and I..."

"No, you know? I'm a boy, so I have no interest in dating boys."

"Is that so..." He seemed disappointed. "But I'm really glad you came." He forced a smile. "Thank you, I'll be going now!"

“Wait!” I grabbed his hand. “We can’t date, but only now…” I pulled him closer, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his. “Ah…” Kudo was initially surprised, but he reacted immediately, and our tongues battled passionately. What a wonderful kiss, probably his first time! But his first kiss was with a boy, though I wasn’t kissing him with a boy’s heart, but with a girl’s. “Hmm…” I moved closer to him. “No one will come here.” I quietly slipped my hand to his pants; he was already aroused. “Is it okay?” I nodded, no longer afraid; my anticipation far outweighed my anxiety. I slipped my hand inside his pants and pulled out his penis. Wow! It was disproportionately big for his body! Compared to my former self, I should feel ashamed. “Ah…” Kudo groaned. “You know what? All a man’s feelings are concentrated here.” I rubbed his penis with my hand. “Ah, Aihara-kun, no!” His breathing became rapid. “It’s okay!”

“No, I want you too…”

“Ah…” I didn’t expect his counterattack to be so strong, and he just pinned me to the ground. “I like you, Aihara-kun!” The buttons on my uniform were undone, and even my bra was unhooked. “Wow, so big! These are the breasts I’ve always dreamed of. So big, so round, I can’t hold them in one hand!”

“Ah…” He rubbed my breasts with his hands. “Ah, my nipples are all erect. You reacted so quickly, it must feel so good now!”

“Mmm…” He sucked on my nipples like he was nursing. I felt weak all over, floating on air, and my rationality had long since disappeared. I reached my hand between his thighs again. “Ah, Kudo-kun!” I opened my legs and clamped his body between them. “Ah…” While he sucked on my nipples like a child nursing, his other hand reached into my underwear. “Okay! Take it off, I’ve been waiting for you!” I became very bold and guided his hand into my underwear. "Wow..."

"I'm all wet, oh my god, so fast!" I lay on the rooftop floor with my eyes closed and my knees spread apart. "Aihara-kun, you're my first time, this will be the most beautiful memory of my life."

"Okay, you don't need to say anything more!" He nodded and spread my legs. "So beautiful!" He looked at my private parts and said. "Seeing you like this makes me so excited, I can't take it anymore, Kudo, hurry!"

"Okay!"

"Mmm! So comfortable..." He rubbed my private parts with his fingers, this feeling was different from Keiko-sensei's, it felt very comfortable. I felt pleasure all over my body, I thought I was about to reach my limit. "I'm about to go in, although it's my first time, it will hurt a little, but I think it should be okay."

"Ugh..." Just like that, he entered my body, I felt a little pain. "Are you really okay?"

"Yes, keep going." His waist moved rhythmically, and I couldn't help but moan, it was really great! The first time I had this feeling, it was unforgettable. "Aihara-san, it's all the way in!"

"Yes..." I think I'm no longer a virgin, but it doesn't feel as painful as I imagined. "Ah, can I move?"

"Yes, I want to try moving too!" Kudo moved slightly, and I felt very stimulated. "So comfortable!" Naturally, tears streamed down my face, my whole body felt warm as if I had just taken a hot bath. Although it was my first experience, it felt really wonderful. I unconsciously swayed my waist, and Kudo grabbed my swaying breasts. "Aihara-san, you feel very comfortable now, I can feel it."

"Yes, this is the pleasure of being a woman." I no longer remember that I am a man. The more I know about the pleasures of being a woman, the more womanly I become. Kudo increased his speed, and my breasts swayed even more violently. "Ah, so wonderful! I am so happy that I can love Aihara-san so much!" "

Me too, it's so wonderful to be able to experience this feeling!" It's so good to be a woman. If I could, I wish I could always be a woman and always do this wonderful thing with men. "It's out!" Just at the critical moment, Kudo pulled out his penis and ejaculated a large amount of white fluid. "Ah..." The translucent semen covered my thighs, stomach, and that area. "Thank you. Today's events will be unforgettable for me. Even if you turn back into a boy in the future, I will still protect you." Faced with Kudo's confession, my heart couldn't help but race. I felt a bittersweet feeling about giving up my first time. I felt a foreign sensation in my private parts. That night, my private parts had a persistent stinging sensation. Now I truly believed I was a "woman."

"Ah!" The club president held up his glasses. "Aihara, you look different today than yesterday?"

"Really?"

"Hmm, how should I put it... your features are more defined, and your eyes are sparkling."

"More like a woman?"

"Yes, that's it!" I knew why. Because of my first experience, I was more beautiful and more charming than yesterday! Today at school, I was stared at early in the morning. Those looks seemed to say that I was different from yesterday. Maybe I'm just being neurotic! "President, weren't you supposed to examine my body today?"

"Hmm..."

"Then I'll leave it to you!" I took off my clothes and lay down on the table. "What's wrong? Am I weird?" The president looked at me and actually said I was cute. I spread my legs, and the president sat in the chair looking at my private parts between my thighs. "Yesterday's examination results showed that the composition of my vaginal lubrication is not much different from that of a normal woman." The president looked at me very seriously. "President, where did you get normal women's vaginal lubrication from? Is it your own?"

"Don't worry about that!" The president's face turned red, and seeing her shy look made me feel happy and excited! I pulled the president's hand to touch my private parts. "President, it might be a little different here today than yesterday!"

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"Ah, it still hurts a little, please slowly insert your finger." I gently inserted the president's finger into my private parts and then gently pulled it out. "No!" The president waved her hand, her fingers covered in a clear liquid. "What do you want to do, Aihara-kun!" I felt my whole body heat up; I wanted to get serious. "You..." The club president couldn't speak, just kept looking at me. Being teased by her thrusting in and out felt so good. I secretly glanced down; the club president's body was trembling. Her parents were both chemists, and she, a chemical genius, buried herself in research all day. That kind of life must be very boring; I guess she doesn't know much about sex! But the club president, wearing glasses, had captivatingly intelligent eyes, and her long, flowing black hair looked so beautiful. Her breasts, hidden under her uniform, must be quite substantial, maybe even comparable to Ms. Keiko's in the infirmary! Because the club president isn't tall, they seem even more substantial. "Club president..." I hugged her and pressed my lips to hers. "Ugh...no..." Such soft lips. "Mmm...mmm..."

"Stop!" The club president slapped me; my right cheek hurt terribly. "Aihara, you...you've gone too far..." Oh no, the club president is crying. If I make her angry, she won't help me make the medicine to turn me back into a boy, and that would be terrible. "I'm sorry, President. Because you're just too cute, so I..."

"Don't say that! Nobody's ever called me cute!"

"Really? That's pitiful. That's because you're so amazing, President." As a woman myself, I felt sorry for her. "I don't need your pity!"

"I'm not pitying you, but you really are a cute girl, President." I took her slender hand. "Aihara!" This time I hugged her tightly. "President, do you want to experience for yourself what kind of excitement 'sex' can produce?"

"Hmm..." I turned her over and pinned her down on the table. "Ah, Aihara, what are you doing?"

"So beautiful! I didn't know President's breasts were this big." I grabbed President's breasts and rubbed them repeatedly. "No... ah..."

"Feels good, doesn't it? Are you trembling all over?" I looked at the president's snow-white breasts and pink nipples. She seemed embarrassed by my gaze. "Don't look!" She covered her breasts with her hands, which only aroused me more. I felt my lower body heat up, and my penis hardened. I gently unhooked her bra, and her breasts burst out—they were really big. I'm a D cup, and she must be an E cup! "Perfect!"

"Mmm..." I whispered in her ear, feeling her tremble all over. I grabbed her full breasts, and her nipples immediately reacted. "Let me suck on them!" I carefully licked her nipples. Mmm! So delicious! Her skin was so soft. "Mmm... mmm..." Du Chang let out a sweet moan, then I moved my hands to her sides and hugged her tightly. "How embarrassing, Aihara..." I looked up at her; her eyes were glistening with tears. "It'll be alright." I took off her glasses and kissed her. “I’ll make you more comfortable, make you forget your shyness.”

“Ah…” I grabbed her knees and opened her legs, pulling her skirt up to her stomach. She was wearing a simple white panty, just like her personality. I reached out and touched her there with my fingers. “No!” She tried to stop me. “You’ll feel pleasure.” I deliberately called her name slowly. “Ma. Mi…”

“Ah!” I called her name, my fingers still wandering. She was already wet. “It’s so wet, we can’t go back like this, let’s take it off!”

“No…”

“But it’s very uncomfortable to be wet! I’ve been there, so I know. Take it off! I’ll help you!”

“Aihara, you…” Although she kept shaking her head, I didn’t stop, and she didn’t resist. I opened her legs into an M shape. “Ah, ah!” She shook her knees to prevent me from seeing her private parts, but I kept looking. Her vulva was full and beautiful! Unfortunately, there was some white smegma around it. “This won’t do, Mami. Don’t always focus on your research and neglect this place!” I used my hand to clean her up. “Ah! Ugh…” Her voice grew softer and softer. “Mami, do you want to have your first experience?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t look!” I held her down to prevent her from getting up, and I reached for the faucet next to the table, where there were several cleaned experimental tubes. I took the thickest tube, the perfect length, resembling a man’s penis. I decided to use this to let Mami experience it, and I touched the tube to Mami’s private parts. “Ah!”

“Is it cold? It’s all shrunken!”

“No…”

“It’s okay, I’ll be gentle, I won’t hurt you!”

“No, don’t use the experimental tube.”

“Why? Don’t always experiment on others! Let others experiment on you occasionally, so you can have some fun!”

“Ah…” I kissed her lips, making her stop talking. While stroking her hair, I slowly inserted the experimental tube into her private parts with my other hand. I held her hand, still feeling her resistance, and slowly inserted the tube. "Ah, it hurts!" She actually cried. I slowly moved the tube up and down. "It's okay! It'll only hurt for a moment, and you'll feel great soon." I felt like I had become Professor Keiko. I kissed Mami's nose, and I could still feel her grip on the tube tightly. "Okay, that's it. See, doesn't it feel good? My body feels like it's floating. Hmm, very good! If it feels good, make a sound!"

"Hmm...hmm...ah..."

"If it feels good, you can wiggle your hips!" Mami exhaled and began to wiggle, her breasts swaying violently. "Enjoy it! Mami."

"Ah! Ahh..." Mami's whole body trembled, her neck shaking violently. I pressed myself against her body, holding her, her hardened nipples stimulating my breasts. "Ah, so good!" Mami finally understood what pleasure was. When she cried out, I pulled the tube out. "Why did you do that?" After we finished, the club president asked me, tugging at my sleeve. "I'm sorry, I just wanted the club president to experience what it's like to be a first-timer, just like me." I lowered my head, not daring to look at the club president. To be honest, since becoming a girl, I've become more indecisive, but sometimes I've also become very bold. After I got dressed, the club president returned to his original serious expression. "Aihara-kun, I still have many experiments to try myself, so that's enough for today. You can go home now!"

"Then, if..."

"I know, I've been researching all along. I will definitely create a drug that can turn you back into a boy. This incident has given me a lot of inspiration."

"Really?"

"Geniuses don't lie!" The club president looked so confident. "But if you turn back into a boy, what happened today will be a secret between the two of us. Especially, you can't let Asuka know, you absolutely can't tell!"

"Ah, Asuka, yes, yes..." Maybe I can turn back into a boy. I should have confidence, but I have a feeling that it won't be that easy. On the way home, my mood kept fluctuating. "I'm back, and there it is..." As soon as I opened the front door, I saw my father and Aunt Akiko carrying bags. "Ah, Takuya, Dad's going to the hot springs now."

"He won't be back until Sunday night. You and Natsumi watch the house."

"You won't do anything to my sister, will you? Anyway, you're a girl now, hahaha!" Seeing my father laughing like that made me a little uncomfortable. After giving them instructions, the loving couple got into a taxi. "Did you hear that? They're leaving. We have to watch the house." Natsumi suddenly appeared from behind. "Seiji will be here later. He'll be staying here tonight. Don't be a third wheel." Why would I ruin your good time with your boyfriend?! "Okay, I'll stay in my room after I shower, okay?" When Seiji arrived, I didn't go out to greet him. I just stayed in my room and slept. When I'm alone, I think about the scene of having sex with the club president at school. At that time, I was only concerned with making the club president happy, and I didn't seem to feel anything myself. I've gotten used to masturbating twice a day. I pulled up my t-shirt and grabbed my sexy breasts. "Mmm..." To get more excited, I deliberately made a sound. I pinched my nipples with my fingertips; they hardened. I took off my shorts and slipped my hand inside my underwear. Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring! The phone rang; it was the internal line, definitely Natsumi calling. "This is Takuya," I said impatiently. "Come to my room now, Seiji wants to see you!"

"Why?"

"If you don't come, I won't lend you my uniform."

"Fine, I'll go!" I rudely hung up. "Goodnight, this is Natsumi's brother..." I opened the door, speechless with surprise. "Yeah, he's here, it's Takuya."

"Okay, let's continue, Natsumi." Seiji and Natsumi lay naked on the bed. Natsumi was sucking Seiji's penis, while Seiji's fingers were sliding inside Natsumi's private parts. Why did he call me here at this time?! "Takuya, look, Natsumi's already so wet!"

"Ah..." Seiji picked up Natsumi, spread her knees from behind, and shone a light on her private parts. It was truly beautiful! Although Natsumi was slender, her private parts were incredibly sexy and full. "We're going to unite now, watch closely!" Seiji inserted his penis into Natsumi's private parts. As I watched, I couldn't help but swallow hard. "Ah! Hmm!" Their bodies swayed continuously, and Natsumi's nipples, smaller than mine, were erect. "So comfortable, Seiji."

"It feels good down there too, right?"

"Yes, Seiji is the best!" Natsumi said coquettishly. Although I told myself not to look, my eyes couldn't leave them. I could feel my blood surging, as if I was about to reach orgasm. I could understand the indescribable pleasure a woman felt at that moment. "Ugh..." I felt a surge of excitement in my lower abdomen. I also longed for a man's comfort. I thought my private parts must be wet. Natsumi was so naughty, making me see such an alluring scene. "Ah! Ugh..." Xia Mei's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, her waist twisting uncontrollably. "Ah..."

"Please, let me go back to my room and take care of it myself!"

"Success, Natsumi!" Natsumi looked up at me, her eyes wet with tears. "Seiji isn't finished yet! Takuya wants some too!"

"Huh!?" Natsumi walked towards me. "I know, you must be very excited watching this!"

"No!" Natsumi grabbed my hand, and Seiji came over and pushed me onto the bed. "Let's enjoy ourselves together, Takuya." "

I told Seiji about you, and he said he wants to try you too!"

"No!" Seiji held my hand down and pushed me onto the bed. Natsumi straddled me and took off my shirt and shorts. "Ah, this kid's shorts are all wet inside!"

"Natsumi, lick them clean!"

"Okay!" Natsumi opened my knees and buried her head between them. Although I knew it was embarrassing, I didn't resist. "Ugh..." Natsumi did as Seiji said and licked me very clean. I naturally cooperated with Natsumi's actions. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

"You don't just want to be licked, you also want my thing inside your paradise, right?" I nodded again. "Then watch me!"

"Hmm..." I turned to lie on my back and saw Seiji's penis, so long, even more impressive than Kudo Hiroji's. It was clearly a sign of a mature man. He inserted it into my mouth. "Ugh..."

"Hurry up, you're licking too slowly!" Natsumi yelled from the side. "Ah..." I closed my eyes and slowly placed my tongue on his penis. It tasted so raw, probably because I had just been inside Natsumi! "See, a little more force!"

"Ugh!" Seiji lifted my face, pushing his penis deeper into my mouth. I felt short of breath, the muscles in my throat twitching involuntarily. I wanted to spit it out, so I enveloped Seiji's penis with my tongue. "Okay, that's it!"

"Ugh..." Tears streamed down my face in pain. Why did I have to go through this pain?

“Xia Mei, this child is amazing, so lewd!”

“Yeah, he was originally a boy, so I know what to do to make him feel good. But now that he’s a girl, I know his weaknesses even better.” Xia Mei said as she licked my crotch; she really knew me. She rubbed my crotch with her fingers, making me feel so good! “Ugh… um…” When Xia Mei rubbed my crotch, I felt a pain. But the thing in my mouth felt like a delicious treat, like eating ice cream or sucking on candy. I puffed out my cheeks, like a baby sucking on its mother’s breast, and felt that thing getting bigger and bigger…

“If this keeps up, I’m going to orgasm first.” Suddenly, Cheng Er pulled out his penis, and a sense of loneliness washed over me. “So, do you really want to go in?”

“Ah!” Cheng Er grabbed my buttocks and spread my legs. “It can’t just be you going in; this time you have to lick me too!” Xia Mei sat on top of me, spreading her legs. I leisurely looked at Xia Mei’s private parts and began to suck. "Ah! No... this child's tongue is really amazing." Xia Mei spread her legs even wider. "I'm going in!" The penis that I had just been holding in my mouth was now inside my paradise. "Ugh!" I couldn't make a sound, I just held Xia Mei's private parts even tighter. "It's shrunken, this child's shrunken down there, she's more womanly than a woman!" Cheng Er's voice came from my lower body. I felt very comfortable. His penis was deep inside me, and I was about to lose control. "Ah ugh..." I felt his penis go even deeper, and the pleasure made me lick Xia Mei's secret place desperately. "I think I bit it."

"Me too!" Cheng Er and Xia Mei were talking. Cheng Er's shaking speed increased, and the pleasure he caused was even more intense. "Ugh, ugh..." I was also about to reach orgasm. "I'm coming!" Cheng Er pulled his penis out. I only felt wetness around my stomach. He ejaculated white fluid on me two or three times in a row. "Ah!" Xia Mei's place seemed to have exploded as well. My mouth was full of love fluid. Our lewd behavior was over! I felt so happy! This was a feeling I, as a man, could never experience. I knew I wanted to continue being a woman; I didn't want to become a man again.

"...So, please don't call me anymore. I'm a boy, and you're my sister's boyfriend, so please don't call again." I rudely hung up on Seiji's phone. Just then, I heard footsteps, and someone opened my door. "What are you doing?" Natsumi must have heard me; she glared at me, her eyes red. "Nothing. If you care so much about Seiji, you might as well change your phone number." I smiled at her, and Natsumi's face turned red. She didn't answer, turning and walking back to her room. I think she must be regretting what happened that night! Natsumi only let Seiji play around with me, but who knew he would change his mind? I'm always bullied by her, and now I finally have a chance to get revenge. I'm so happy! Of course, this is also thanks to my being a girl, which makes it so satisfying. I flipped through the beauty magazine I'd bought…

“Ah! It’s about skincare!” I'd specifically bought a beauty magazine, hoping to make myself more beautiful. Gazing at myself in the mirror, I was momentarily captivated. When I got to school, I found a pile of love letters still in my shoe locker. Lately, there were fewer joking or curious letters, and instead, mostly very sincere ones. I read them alone, using them to prove my charm early in the morning. There was a familiar pink envelope—it was from Kudo Hiroji. The junior who was a year younger than me, the one I had my first experience with. I opened the envelope; the handwriting inside was still quite neat. “Aihara-kun has become more and more beautiful lately. Now, whenever I see you, I think of that day on the rooftop; I often think it was a dream!” Haha, that was only a few days ago, and he's already so preoccupied with it. "But my feelings are so complicated. I feel like the gentle Aihara from that day is different from the Aihara I've known recently. The Aihara I used to be infatuated with was older than me, but she was so cute."

"..." I sadly put the letter back in the envelope. Does that mean I'm not cute anymore? I know he wants to have sex with me again. I should just forget about this letter! I thought to myself as I walked into the classroom. "Good morning!"

"Ah, good morning!"

"Aihara, you look beautiful today too!" I was immediately surrounded by people. Now I'm the most famous person in school; everyone knows me. "My friend asked me to give you a letter."

"Thank you, please read it to me." Just as the classmate was about to read, the teacher arrived, so class began. At the end of class, the teacher waved to me in the hallway. "Aihara, can I ask you for a favor?"

"What is it?"

"After school, I'd like you to be our art club model. All the boys in our club are smitten with you, and they begged me to make sure you're their model."

"Oh, I see!" I've always wanted to be a model; it should be a way to commemorate my girlhood! I thought about it for a moment. "Well, can I go to the chemistry club first and then go?"

"Yes, yes, thank you. They'll be so happy!"

"Um! Teacher, can I use the modeling fee to offset my art grade?"

"This…"

"Is that not allowed?"

"Don't speak so loudly, okay, you're the only one who's special."

"Wow! I'm so happy." Being a woman is great; there are so many advantages. "I didn't expect you to be becoming more and more like a woman." Suddenly, someone spoke to me from behind. "Ah! Asuka…"

"Using your womanhood to demand a good outcome, you're really something, you've learned all the flaws of women." Asuka looked at me with disdain. "Asuka, I..." I was too sad to speak. "I don't need to be by your side anymore, and I don't need to teach you about women anymore, anyway, you're better than me!" Asuka's eyes were filled with tears. "I've made up my mind." She turned and left without looking back. "Wait! Asuka..." I could only watch her leave. I had no energy in class today, and I couldn't concentrate. After school, I went to the chemistry club first. "Aihara, I have something important to ask you today!" Since my relationship with the club president, our relationship has become closer, and she doesn't feel embarrassed when she sees me like that. "Actually, it was what happened a few days ago that sparked my inspiration. I think I'm almost able to make a drug that turns me back into a boy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, if the experiment goes smoothly, it might be finished today or tomorrow."

"Is that so?"

"You don't seem very happy!"

"I-I'm not!"

"Then you can stay a girl forever. I like Aihara the way she is now." The president kissed my private parts, while my hand grasped her full breasts. "Ah...no!" She had enviable large breasts, and I put my hand under her skirt. "I said no!" Although she said that, the president did not resist, but instead grasped my breasts as well. "President!"

"No, call me Mami. Only you can call me that, besides Mom and Dad." We lay down on the table, rubbing each other's private parts and touching each other's nipples. "Mami, do you feel it swelling down there?"

"Ah, no, I can't take it anymore..." The president had already reached orgasm, and her lower body was soaking wet. "I'm sorry, I was too casual." The president said embarrassedly. “It’s okay, we’re both girls!” I kissed her cheek, and her face turned red. “Aihara, you’re so kind! I never knew you were so good before, I always order you around.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I only realize how good you are now, but you’ll eventually have to turn back into a boy!” The club president said, putting on his underwear. “Only Asuka wants you to turn back into a boy, but it seems she has a new boyfriend.”

“Huh!?” I gripped the club president’s shoulders tightly. “What do you mean by that?”

“Ouch, don’t shake me like that!”

“Ah, I’m sorry…”

“There’s a boy in our class who’s always been very nice to her. Asuka used to reject him, but now it seems like Asuka is starting to like him.”

“Huh…” Suddenly, everything went dark. “You were startled, weren’t you?”

“…”

“Are you alright, Aihara!”

“…”

“Can’t I replace Asuka?”

“I’m sorry, my thoughts are a bit jumbled right now.” The club president sighed, looking at the ceiling. "Since that's the case, then you can leave! Anyway, I need to manufacture the medicine first."

"Yes!" I staggered out of the lab. Asuka has a boyfriend, someone I don't even know. How could this be?

I'm so angry. Asuka should be mine, and her boyfriend should be me! My head hurts so much! I don't want to be a girl anymore. If I keep doing this, Asuka will just be given away. "Where are you going, Aihara?"

"Miyamura-sensei..."

"Did you forget you were supposed to be our model?"

"Ah, right!" The teacher put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the art room. "Aihara's here!" someone said in a low voice. I thought the art club would have more girls there, but there were only three boys. "The girls all took leave today. They knew Aihara was coming, and they're probably jealous of you, so they didn't dare to come!"

"Does the model have to be naked?"

"No, just a swimsuit."

"I've never heard of that."

"The swimsuit is ready. Go to the changing room to change!" Actually, I didn't want to be a model; I was only thinking about the project. This swimsuit is way too small; it's a really revealing bikini. I feel like everyone's eyes are focused on my chest. They don't treat me like a model at all! "I have to go to a meeting now, so I'll leave you in the future."

"Teacher, you're leaving?" I felt a little uneasy. "Please come over and pose." A boy pulled me by the hand and led me over. "Your curves are so beautiful, all round and shapely. But your expression isn't good enough, smile!" I lay down as he instructed, and they stared at my body and started drawing. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, time really dragged on! I kept thinking about Asuka; I think I've fallen in love with her. "Aihara-kun, your hand should be like this..."

"Ah, sorry!" I quickly adjusted my pose. "How much longer?" The boys looked at each other, and I thought their expressions were strange. "Don't move your hands and feet..." They suddenly stood up and walked towards me. I felt terrified, but my body was already stiff and I couldn't move. "Great!"

"Ah, what do you want to do?" Some of them wanted to take off my swimsuit. "Now is the real design competition!"

"No... ah..." They held down my hands and feet, and I had no way to resist. Suddenly, the swimsuit fell down, revealing my breasts. "Wow, so big!"

"The nipples are pink and so big!" They looked at my breasts and occasionally reached out to rub them. "Great, let's do it!"

"Look, the nipples are sticking out." Their rubbing was almost unbearable. "No!"

"You say no, but you're actually very happy inside!"

"Let us see down there too!"

"Please, please!" They took out the ropes they had prepared and tied my hands behind my back, and spread my legs, exposing my private parts. At this moment, someone excitedly said, "My God, this is the first time I've seen a woman's private parts!"

"Want to draw it first?" So they picked up a pen and started drawing very seriously. "Open it a little more, let us see inside!" Someone put their finger into my private parts, and I couldn't help but close my eyes. “I’m getting aroused…”

“I want to try it too!”

“No!” They shamelessly rubbed my private parts with their fingers, making me react immediately. “Hmm, I can feel it, she’s such a woman!” I shook my head desperately. “Don’t pretend, you actually crave it.” My waist swayed with their fingers, and I felt so hot all over. “Then, do you want to lick it here?”

“I’ll try!” The boy who inserted his fingers into my private parts spread my thighs and buried his face between them. “Oh my god, it’s already wet!”

“Ugh…” He actually licked my private parts. “Ugh!” The boy kept stimulating my private parts with his tongue, and it felt even better. I felt like he was about to ejaculate. “No…” Just thinking about Asuka made me lose all pleasure. “Ah, Aihara, why are you crying?”

“I guess I’m crying because I’m getting aroused!” One of the boys said that, while the boy on my upper body grabbed my breasts. I was attacked from both sides and gradually lost my rationality. "Ah..." Yuanmu's guard had relaxed, and I felt completely weak, my body fully enjoying the pleasure. I spread my legs wide. "Is it comfortable? Do you want to be teased by the clone?" I nodded. "Okay, let's go in!" I don't know who picked me up and made me lick his... "One at a time!" The boy who spoke earlier returned to his seat. "This time, we're going to draw this scene."

“Okay, next step!” The boy moved his penis between my thighs and slowly inserted it into my private parts. “Ah…” I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt his penis penetrating deeper and deeper inside me, as if an electric current was coursing through my body, waves of pleasure constantly washing over me. My hips and breasts were swaying wildly. If I weren’t tied up, I would definitely have touched my nipples with my own hands. “It’s coming!” The boy ejaculated inside me. “Is it over?”

“No, we’re not done yet!”

“Then let’s do it again.”

“Don’t tie him up anymore, let’s do it together!”

“Ugh…” They all took off their clothes and spread a cloth on the ground. “Come on, suck mine first!” One of the boys moved his penis in front of me. I opened my mouth and sucked it, licking it carefully. “Mmm, so good!” he said, completely lost in the moment. Then another person hugged me from behind, his penis pressed against my buttocks. “I was just touching your breasts before, now I want something different.” Insertion from behind hurt, but the feeling was completely different. “Ugh…” I cried out even louder. "Okay, I'm coming!"

"Me too!"

"Ah!" The male penis in my mouth ejaculated a bunch of white fluid into my throat, and I reached my limit. Another boy's penis penetrated deeply into me, vigorously rubbing my breasts. If I were really a girl, I would definitely get pregnant. I licked the semen from the corner of my mouth, looking at the three of them. "Great, want to do it again?" The three boys walked towards me happily, and I reached my second orgasm. If this continued, I would definitely be overjoyed. Walking out of the school, it was already pitch black all around. I walked to the bus stop. It felt really good to do it with them, making me appreciate the pleasure of being a woman even more. Looking up at the sky, a few clouds obscured the moon. Just then, I thought there was a figure moving in the woods in front of the bus stop. It wasn't a person, it was a couple. What were they doing there?

I walked over curiously to see, and I could even hear them talking. "It's okay, he's not a man anymore!"

"Let go of me!"

"Why are you still so worried about him, still waiting for him to come back?"

"This has nothing to do with you!"

"It does, you know I've liked you for a long time."

"You're so annoying!" The boy hugged the girl, wanting to kiss her. The girl tried to escape, but the man held her, and she still got a kiss. "Ah..." The clouds obscuring the moon dispersed, and I saw that the woman was Asuka. "Asuka!" The man forcibly kissed Asuka, and I felt so sad. Asuka seemed very uncomfortable; she slowly opened her eyes, and I could see tears welling up in them. I'm a woman now, what can I give Asuka? Nothing, absolutely nothing! I turned and ran. I couldn't even protect the woman I loved; I'm so useless. "You're so stupid, Aihara Takuya! Asuka likes you so much that she wants you to turn back into a boy. But you're indulging in the pleasures of being a girl. Is that right? Is that fair to Asuka? No, turn back into a boy right now!" I went back to school. All that alluring figure, all that pleasure—everything about me now was fake. Only Asuka truly cherished the old me. She always loved the weak, timid Takuya, and now I completely understood her feelings for me. I wanted to make her happy. For her, I was willing to give up everything I had now. I ran quickly to school. One classroom light was still on—it was the chemistry lab, and there were people there. I had to turn back into a boy now!

"Let me turn back into a boy!"

"Ah!" I suddenly appeared in front of the club president, pleading with her. "Why are you suddenly..." The club president adjusted her glasses. "I know, even though I'm a girl, my heart is still a boy's. Please give me the medicine to turn me back into a boy!"

"Hahaha! Did you see Asuka's boyfriend?"

"Yes, please give me the medicine!"

"I really like you as you are now, and I really don't want to turn you back!" the club president said maliciously. "President, please!"

"But I've already given you my first time..."

"I apologize to you here!"

"You're just playing around, but I'm serious!"

"President..." she remained unmoved. "Mami!" I shook her shoulders. "You're a very charming girl, if it weren't for Asuka..."

"You don't need to comfort me. Even though you're a girl, you still don't understand a girl's heart!"

"..."

"Fine, I know you're serious about Asuka, and Asuka likes you too."

"Then..."

"But..." the club president smiled strangely. "I won't give it to you so easily!" I saw two broken glass bottles on the table. One contained a green liquid, and the other an opaque red liquid. "After conducting numerous experiments, I created these two bottles of medicine. One will turn you back into a boy, and the other will make you forever a girl."

"Ah..."

"You choose, which one do you want?" Green? Or red? I looked at the two bottles of medicine. I wondered what color Asuka liked, but I still couldn't decide. It all depended on luck. Asuka, please let me make the right choice! I closed my eyes, praying silently, and grabbed one at random. I drank it... I felt so sleepy. Yes, this was the feeling when I became a girl. I couldn't stand steadily and collapsed. When I woke up, I was still in the lab. What had become of me? My mind was calm, and I felt like I was still the same person. "You're awake?" The president looked at me from above. "Ah! I..." Why don't I feel like a man? Is God really going to punish me?

"Congratulations, God has helped you!" The president smiled and reached out to shake my hand. I stood up and touched my body. Ah, my D-cup breasts are gone. Oh my god, I've really turned into a boy again. I miss this body so much. "President, thank you!"

"You're more used to being a boy now, aren't you?"

"Yeah!"

"You'll have to do my experiments later!"

"Yes, ma'am!" "

Then hurry and find Asuka! She's waiting for you." The president is actually a very beautiful girl. If I hadn't turned into a girl, I wouldn't know she was such a kind person. "Thank you, I'll be going now."

"Ah, wait a minute!" The president handed me the bottle of potion I hadn't drunk. "Take it back as a souvenir!"

"Okay, but what kind of potion is this?" The president whispered in my ear. "Ah..."

"Alright, go on!" The president is indeed a scary person. Arriving at Asuka's door, I wanted to ring the bell, but I didn't have the courage to reach out. Even though I've turned into a boy again, my weak and timid personality hasn't changed. Just then...

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, someone poured cold water on my head. "Asuka, it's me!" She looked at me angrily. "I just saw someone lurking around here, oh, it's you! Come in quickly and dry your clothes." I took a shower at her house and put on the t-shirt and shorts Asuka lent me. After returning to my room, Asuka was sitting on the bed waiting for me. "I already called your house."

"Thank you!"

"Your dad and aunt are very loving!"

"They're so old and still like that, it's really worrying!"

"Isn't this good?"

"You're right!" I finally mustered up the courage to sit down next to her. "Ah, Asuka, um..."

"What is it?"

"Well, I really want to turn back into a boy for you, but I always get you into trouble..." Asuka kept looking at me, making me unsure how to continue. "I like you!"

“Takuya…” Asuka cried tears of joy when she heard me say that. “Takuya, I’m so happy. I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me.”

“Asuka!” I hugged her; her hair smelled so good. Our faces were so close, and Asuka slowly closed her eyes. I couldn’t help but kiss her. “Ah!” As I kissed her, my hand slowly moved to her chest. “I’m sorry…” My hand slowly increased its pressure, kneading her breasts. “It hurts!” Maybe she was too nervous! “It’s okay, I’ll treat you well.”

“…” Asuka nodded, blushing. We kissed each other, my hand continuing to knead her breasts. “Ah, um…” Asuka seemed to get aroused quickly! I was only touching her through her clothes, and she moaned like that. I pulled her clothes up higher and saw her lovely breasts encased in a bra; they were probably a B or C cup! Her breasts were snow-white, and her nipples were an alluring pink. "How embarrassing!"

"How could you? You're beautiful!"

"No, Takuya."

"It's okay!"

"But..." I ignored her and picked her up. I stroked her breasts, my fingers touching her nipples. "Takuya, no..." Although she said that, her arms still wrapped around my neck. "Mmm!" I cried out louder and louder, reaching my hand under her skirt. "Ah..." I pulled the skirt down with a jerk. "It's okay, does it feel good?"

"But..."

"I used to be a woman too, I know."

"You're so annoying!" I gently stroked her whole body, feeling her body getting hot, and then I rubbed her there with my fingers. "Ah! No, Takuya... no!" Asuka's voice sounded like she was crying, her private parts were already wet! Maybe that's why she felt embarrassed! "Asuka, you reacted so quickly!"

"..."

"I was like this when I was a woman too!"

"Takuya..."

"Can you show it? Are you about to lose it?"

"Mmm!" I took off her panties. "No!"

"It's already wet there, it'll be better if you take it off." She instinctively squeezed her legs together. "Can I see?" I gently parted her legs. Mmm! Asuka is still the most beautiful, I really like her! "No, don't keep looking!"

"But she's so beautiful!"

"Then you can't just look at me, I want to look at yours too." I also took off my clothes and pushed her down onto the bed. "Ah, I can't take it anymore." She reached out and rubbed my penis, wow! So comfortable. "That's great, it's already rock hard!" "

Let's make it even bigger, okay?"

"Okay!" She put my penis in her mouth and gently licked it with her tongue. "Mmm..."

"Ugh..." Although I've had many experiences with girls, this is my first sexual experience as a man! "Mmm..." Asuka licked earnestly, her buttocks swaying up and down in front of me, and suddenly a mischievous thought flashed through my mind. I reached out and touched her there. "No!" She was startled. "What are you doing? You pervert!"

"I'm sorry, but..." I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "I want to lick Asuka's there too..."

"Is this okay?"

"Yes!"

"..." So I buried my face between Asuka's legs. "Mmm..." I licked gently, and Asuka seemed to feel very comfortable. "Ah..." Every time I rubbed her there with my fingers, she would moan. "Does it hurt?"

"A little, but it's okay!"

"Then I'll do it."

"Maybe it's my first time!"

"Me too!" For me as a man, it was indeed my first time. "Be gentle, I'll bear it if it hurts, don't worry about it." I opened her legs, kissed her gently, and entered her paradise. "Ouch!" She started to scream even before I entered. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Yeah, a little..." Maybe she was too nervous. "I'm sorry, I'll bear it."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"That's good!" We continued this forbidden game. "Ah... um..."

"Ah..." Asuka's vagina was too small, she seemed to be in pain. But I knew we both felt good, so I forcefully inserted my penis into her vagina. "It's in!"

"Yes, it's in!" Asuka's body was so warm, and I kissed her lips again. It felt so good! I felt like a real man now, and I instinctively moved my hips. "Ah! Takuya..."

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Um..." I could feel Asuka's pleasure; she now completely belonged to me. "Takuya, I'm so hot!"

"Almost there, just a little longer." I answered breathlessly. "Ah, Takuya, I can't take it anymore!"

"Okay, then it's my turn." Just as I was about to ejaculate, I quickly pulled my penis out. My taut, almost exploding penis finally erupted! My penis sprayed continuously. My love juice was on her buttocks, her back, and her hair. "That's great!" We lay on the bed together. Asuka looked at me, and I kissed her nose. She's such a lovely girl, and now she belongs to me alone. "Even though it's my first time, it feels so good."

"I felt the same way when I was a girl."

"Huh? You had sex with a boy when you were a girl!?" Oh no, I let it slip. "Ah, no, I was just curious!"

"Stop it!" We continued to enjoy our time together. Such a sweet scent… This isn't a dream, it's Asuka's scent. I couldn't help but stroke her hair. So blissful, Asuka is sleeping right next to me. "Awake?" Asuka smiled at me. I'm in Asuka's room now, sunlight streaming in through the window. "I…"

"We were chatting last night, and you fell asleep. You seemed really tired, so I didn't wake you. I've already called your family to let them know, it's okay."

"What about your mother?"

"She already knows!" She stuck out her tongue. “Last night, when we were lying in bed together, she came in, said ‘sorry,’ and left immediately.”

“Then…”

“It’s okay. My mom isn’t a nag, and she’s known you for a long time. Seeing this actually puts her at ease.”

“Is this alright?”

“It’s fine! Don’t you want my parents to know about us?”

“No, it’s not like that…” We snuggled under the covers again for a while. Asuka was so cute last night, but this morning she was back to her usual self. “Don’t keep sleeping, where’s our early kiss?” I got up and kissed her. From now on, she was mine. Then time flew by. “Takuya!” One day after school, Asuka called out to me in the hallway. “Are you coming to my house today?” She ran over and grabbed my hand. “Our relationship is still as good as ever.” Teacher Miyamura came over. “Thanks to your help, Teacher. You should find a girlfriend soon!”

“Hahaha!” The teacher laughed and shook his head. Not only did both our parents approve of us, but we were also a couple recognized by the school. Even after I turned back into a boy, girls still weren't interested in me. But because of that experience, I actually made more friends, and I was happy every day. "Go to your house... what should I do? I have a group activity today!"

"Do you really have to go?"

"Well, the club president is a senior now, so..." The club president is about to graduate, so I've been going to the lab a lot lately. "But don't you have new members? It's okay if you don't go!"

"That's true, but..." Since I became a girl, the chemistry club has become the most popular club. A lot of boys have joined, probably because they admire me back then! "I'm wearing the underwear I gave you back then, and I want to go home and wear it for you to see." Asuka's words made my heart flutter. "Hmm?"

"Then hurry back!"

"Okay!" The club room was crowded with people. "Everyone, I'm sorry! I have something to do today, so the club activity is canceled."

"How could this happen, Aihara-senpai!" It was Kudo Hiroji who called out to me; he had followed me all the way to the chemistry club. "If you leave first, I'll be very lonely." He looked at me with teary eyes, but I was no longer a girl. "Ah, because I have a date with my girlfriend." I deliberately acted very manly. "Then you must come tomorrow! I'll help you tidy up the lab." I could only smile wryly. "Be careful when tidying up the lab, don't drink the wrong medicine."

"Okay!"

"If you drink the wrong medicine and your breasts get swollen, remember to go to the infirmary first."

"Okay, I know." If Kudo turned into a girl, Ms. Keiko would be very happy. "Then I'll go first!" I waved to Kudo. "Um, um? Really!" When I got to Asuka's room, she was really wearing the lingerie she gave me. "So cute!" I kissed her. "When you bought it last time, did you feel embarrassed?"

"Of course! And when you wear it, do you feel embarrassed?"

"Yes!" We smiled at each other, and I touched her breasts. "Takuya, you're so horny!"

"You seduced me first."

"Ugh, your uniform will get wrinkled like this."

"Then take it off!" Asuka gently helped me take off my clothes. "Asuka, your breasts seem to have gotten bigger recently." I felt that they were more impressive than before. "Maybe!"

"Okay, I like them bigger."

"Hmm..." I sucked on her nipple, slowly licking it with my tongue. "Ah..." Asuka's moans made me impulsively want to pull down her pants. "Be good, take them off so you don't get them dirty!" She had no choice but to obey me. "Mmm, Takuya!"

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"..." Although we'd been intimate more than once, she was still shy, cupping my penis in her hands and putting it in her mouth. "Takuya, do you feel it?"

"Mmm..." So good, Asuka understands me best. "Let me do it for you!" I got up and buried my head between her thighs. "How is it?"

"Mmm, it feels good!" Her hips swayed with it. "Asuka, you're amazing!" I rubbed her private parts with my fingers, feeling something flowing out. "No!"

"How does it feel?" "

My stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet." Maybe the stimulation was too much, I kissed her lips. "Mmm..." I savored her soft lips, then slowly moved to her lower body. "No, Takuya..." She kicked my back in protest, but I knew she wasn't really angry. "Hmm!"

"Okay, you can go in now." I sat up, Asuka's breathing became rapid, her breasts heaving violently. I opened her legs a little wider and inserted my penis into her secret place. "Ah... um..."

"Ah..." Asuka's secret place was still very small, making me feel a little pain. I adjusted my position and vigorously moved my hips. "There..."

"Here? How does it feel inside?"

"Hmm, very comfortable!" I felt I was about to reach my limit, I touched her breasts, Asuka moaned happily, I knew she had reached her climax. "Coming!" Asuka shouted loudly, her mother must have heard it from the waiting room. "Ugh..." I didn't care about anything else, I kept shouting. Then I quickly pulled out my nearly erupting penis and ejaculated white fluid onto her face. "Ah..." When it was over, Asuka didn't forget to kiss me while panting. "Takuya, how does it feel to be a man?" This is the sweetest time after it's over. "Feels good? It's great!" My hands slid between the valleys of her breasts. "Takuya, you've experienced both being a man and a woman, so which do you prefer?"

"Well, physically speaking, being a girl is better. But emotionally, being a boy is better." "Really

?" I hugged her tightly. "Asuka, do you also want to experience what it's like to be a man?"

"Yes, if I could, I'd like to try it once."

"Then I'll grant your wish." I remembered the bottle of medicine the president gave me as a souvenir, the kind that turns girls into boys. If I let Asuka drink it, she would become a boy, and I would become a girl again. "Wait a minute, Takuya, are you serious?"

"Just kidding!" Actually, I still prefer being a boy because I have such a good girlfriend like Asuka. And then I couldn't help but touch her beautiful breasts. "Ugh, here we go again, no, we just did it." At first, she resisted, but she quickly became engrossed in it. A woman's body is so wonderful; she gets aroused immediately. Sometimes I even dream about having sex with a woman, Takuya. "Takuya, what's wrong with you? You're already hard!" Asuka grabbed my penis, looking surprised. "You're already wet yourself!"

"Ah..." I felt so good all over, and I pressed myself against Asuka. "Takuya, you're so heavy!" Sometimes I'd be jealous of Asuka's pleasure. If the school lab still had that drug, I'd make Asuka drink it and turn into a boy. But all of that is just wishful thinking. Right now, I felt hot all over, like I was floating on air.

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