On a Monday morning at the start of a new week, Shiya stood in front of the mirror, lost in thought.
Her reflection wore disheveled clothes, the pure white pajamas slipping off one shoulder, exposing a smooth, fragrant shoulder. Her waist-length black hair was a mess, with several tufts sticking up like antennae.
Her jewel-bright red eyes were shrouded in mist, and dark circles were clearly visible beneath them. On her lamb-fat-smooth, tender cheeks, a lingering flush still had yet to fade.
Anyone would be unable to resist sneaking a glance at such a fresh and tempting appearance. But Shiya herself was in no mood to appreciate it, because last night she…
Hadn’t slept at all!
Shiya considered herself a rational person. She had the normal desires any person would, and her Do I frequency was quite average. Occasionally, when she felt something, she could simply hold back and it would pass.
Ever since becoming a girl, she hadn’t felt that sort of urge. After all, work kept her busy, and she always fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Subconsciously, she figured that the feelings between being a girl and a boy weren’t much different, so she never paid it much mind.
Until last night.
“Ha…”
Shiya pressed her hand against the mirror, staring unblinkingly at the two prominent, creamy white mounds on her chest. Her breathing grew hot and heavy.
“No!”
As her other hand slowly slid down her waist, about to touch the pink panties, Shiya shook her head violently and forced those dangerous thoughts out of her mind.
Last night had been exactly like this!
She didn’t know when it had started, but she’d felt strangely off, especially in her lower abdomen—it was swollen and hot.
It wasn’t obvious while writing lesson plans, but once she was in bed, it nearly killed her.
To be fair, her bed was very comfortable—soft and fragrant. Theoretically, someone like her, who’d always slept well, should have fallen asleep in no time. Yet, the truth was the complete opposite.
Not long after lying down, the swelling pain and heat in her lower abdomen began to spread like a faint current throughout her entire body, gradually transforming into an odd, tingling numbness.
This feeling—a mixture of slight pain and comfort—made her consciousness blur. The desire buried deep in her heart, like a well-fed demon, swelled and tore at every nerve in her body.
“Mmm… Ha…”
Curled up under the covers, the girl’s breaths were warm and damp, tinged with the sweet scent of citrus and soft, lovely moans.
I have to get rid of this feeling…
I want it so badly…
I want…
Her slender, delicate arms pressed tightly to her now sweaty, taut stomach, sliding downward, fingertips tracing the edge of her underwear, rubbing anxiously.
Shiya had seen those kinds of videos, so she more or less knew how to make herself feel good.
But just as her emotions and instincts were about to collapse together, her rational mind clung fiercely to the last boundary.
No, I can’t give in! Just this much… just this much…!
Her frail-looking, thin body trembled uncontrollably. Her fair, long legs stretched out straight, soft feet arched, toes curling.
“Mmm… Ha… Ha…!”
She managed to roll over. To keep her hands from wandering, she pressed her body down on them, leaving her back pressed tightly against the already-soaked sheets.
Her head, sinking into the fluffy pillow, tilted back. A tender pink tongue hung over her wet lips, greedily gulping every bit of cold, fresh air.
…
The battle between reason and instinct lasted the entire night. In the end, Shiya was left in her current state, and even now, a lingering aftertaste clung to her.
“Pfft—ha…!”
She splashed another handful of cold water on her face.
Today was the first day of classes. Facing students who were essentially evil gods in this mental state was the worst.
Damn it, what was the cause?
Exhausted, Shiya picked up her toothbrush and popped it in her mouth. Scenes from last night replayed in the mirror, as she tried to find the root of what had tormented her.
Last night, Yumiya’s dinner had just been ordinary instant curry rice—nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Afterwards, Yumiya stayed in the office for a while, helped Shiya with some lesson plans, then left.
Everything seemed so normal…right?
Absolutely impossible!
This effect—hundreds of times stronger than Pink Potion—couldn’t possibly be a normal human reaction.
Ruling out the possibility of the Bureau tampering with anything, the time she’d started feeling odd…
Was right after she drank that cup of hot cocoa!
Shiya felt as if she understood everything now.
She quickly finished washing up and went to her wardrobe. First, she changed into fresh underwear, then put on a white button-up shirt and a black-and-red plaid skirt as a base, then pulled on her uniform jacket. After tying her necktie, she slipped thick black stockings over her toes, hooked the bottoms with her fingers, and slowly pulled them up along her legs—
Snap!
With a pleasant friction, the waistband of the stockings tightened at her waist, sending a wonderful ripple across her soft white skin.
With that, changing was done.
When she’d first started wearing girls’ clothes, it took her forever, but now she was as skillful as she was with boys’ clothes. That was truly depressing.
Lifting the hem of her skirt a little with her fingertips, Shiya blushed and secretly admired herself for a moment.
As expected, panties inside black stockings are truly humanity’s greatest treasure!
Satisfied, she opened the door and went out, planning to look for the mug she’d used yesterday in the kitchen, hoping there might be some leftover sample inside.
“Mhmhm~”
Humming a cheerful tune, Shiya went downstairs. As she approached the kitchen, she caught a whiff of a pleasant aroma.
“Smells so good…” she murmured softly.
Then, she saw the kitchen door open, and someone walked out carrying a tray.
“Eh?”
Shiya froze.
—Long white hair braided and coiled at the back of her head; beneath long, dense lashes were a pair of lovely light-blue eyes. A black trench coat, red-soled heeled boots; such a cool outfit, and yet it was paired with an adorable scarf patterned with little snowmen…
“Yuki… Miss Tendou!?” Shiya blurted out.
“Ah, Miss Shiya, good morning.”
Tendou Yukino seemed as if she’d just naturally refreshed right out of the kitchen. She placed the things on her tray on the dining table—a simple breakfast of soy milk and sandwiches.
“Miss Tendou… why are you here?”
Shiya had actually prepared herself to find Yumiya in the living room—after all, she had the fingerprint lock for the door. But Tendou Yukino…?
She couldn’t help but wonder if the lock on her place even worked.
Perhaps noticing what Shiya was thinking, Tendou stepped forward and said:
“I happened to meet Miss Yumiya while out for a morning run today. She told me where you live, so I dropped by… Miss Yumiya asked me to look after you, so I took the liberty of preparing breakfast.”
She pointed at the breakfast on the tray, her face half-buried in her scarf, making her usually flawless, chilly beauty look a bit cute.
“I made two kinds of soy milk.”
“Miss Shiya…”
“Do you prefer sweet soy milk, or salty soy milk?”