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1 – Saeko Ito

    1 – Saeko Ito


    <span style="font-weight:400">ss is over for the day. As people are beginning to leave the ssroom, some of the boys in the corner of the room towards the door are whispering amongst each other. One of them closes the door and the others approach me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Uhh… what''s up?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Kameshiro told us he saw you changing in ss a few days ago after everyone left."


    <span style="font-weight:400">A chill runs down my spine. I can feel my hair standing on end. I thought I was careful? Did I not lock the door at the time? I screwed up. I messed up bad!


    <span style="font-weight:400">I try to y it off. "I dunno what you''re talking about… that wasn''t me..."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kameshiro ms his hands on my desk and lowers his face so that our eyes are level. "Nu uh, I''m sure it was you I saw. And you were stacked." He held his hands in front of his chest to mimic breasts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I gulp hard. "You were seeing things. I''ve been a boy all my life. Some of you''ve seen me change before, too!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"C''mon, Saeko! We just wanna see if it''s true."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Did you really turn into a girl?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I always thought you looked feminine, I guess it suited you after all."


    <span style="font-weight:400">The boys in the ss are surrounding me. There''s no escape. I feel their eyes viting every inch of my body. They''re reaching out to me with their hands, but I can''t p them away. I already feel the towel wrapped around my chesting loose.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At this rate, they''re going to find out. And when they do… with me alone in this room with them…


    <span style="font-weight:400">My breath is getting shallow, and a sense of excitement is rushing down to my lower body.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Nowaynowaynoway. I can''t be getting turned on by the thought of being found out. Worse… what might happen when they do...</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Damn, it! Now is not the time to be getting horny!</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Why did this have to happen to me??</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Why did I have to turn into a girl?!</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">One week earlier…


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Nngh…" A strange weight presses down on my waist. "Hatsumi… sis, is that you?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is a silver-haired woman straddling my waist. She''s clearly human, but the horns and wings say otherwise. There was also a tail that whipped left and right behind her back. A wicked smile shes across her face as she draws her tongue across her lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I''m not in my room, but a strange wispy ce with no walls and melting colors of purple and red. Am I… dreaming?


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hehe…" She has a sweet voice. "Darling, how could you forget? I''m your girlfriend!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"M-m-m-my girlfriend??"


    <span style="font-weight:400">When did I get a girlfriend? There''s no way, right? It must be Hatsumi and one of her friends ying a trick on me. After all, I''m just…


    <span style="font-weight:400">The girl slips her hands under my pyjamas and caresses my chest. A sensation I never thought existed shoots up my spine— a shock of pleasure, almost making me beg for more.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Justy back and enjoy." She leans in and blows into my ear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"H-hauu~"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Oh, darling. You have such an adorable voice."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ie back to my senses upon hearing her say that. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Me</i><span style="font-weight:400">? <i><span style="font-weight:400">An adorable voice</i><span style="font-weight:400">? That''s exactly what I dislike about myself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What''s wrong?" She asks,ying herself on top of me. Her breasts plop onto my chest, and I can feel all her warmth enveloping me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Well… you said my voice was adorable. That… that''s just the kind of thing I hate about myself."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I''ve always struggled to make myself more masculine ever since elementary school. Now that I''m in the final year of high school, I''m still short, my voice is still high pitched, and I have no muscles.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It didn''t matter if I joined any sports club, the club advisors always relegated me to sit on the sidelines or act as the manager to support the members. Even now, being in the Kendo club for the third year in a row, I haven''t seen any action beside the bench.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As if sensing my grief, the girl puts a hand to my cheek and whispers, "I think you''re fine the way you are."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"The way I am? Uu…" I shake my head. "Forget pranks. This has to be a dream. No way a girl like you would be my girlfriend!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Tch."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I hear her click her tongue as my vision suddenly goes ck. My eyes snap open, and I''m in my room. I turn to the clock and see that it''s 7:00 AM, thirty minutes away from the rm.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What was that dream… it felt so real." I put a hand to my chest where her breasts were pressing down on me. The sensation felt so real. "Ahhh! What''s wrong with me? Even when I''m dreaming I can''t take advantage of the situation."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I look at the calendar. A bunch of red x marks counted down the month of April. Today is the start of May, one month into my third year of high school. I have the remainder of this year to finally make a difference in myself before going off to college.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Might as well get an early start… wait a minute. Around this time, Hatsumi would—"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Saeko!!!!" The door swings open and my sisteres flying through the door. "Aw, you''re awake already? But I wanted to be the one to wake you up! No fair."


    <span style="font-weight:400">My older sister…


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Since you''re up early, let''s get you ready for school, my adorable little Saeko!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dotes on me too much.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We… or rather <i><span style="font-weight:400">I</i><span style="font-weight:400"> am forced through the routine of being babied throughout the morning. She strips me down to nothing, and picks out a fresh uniform for me to wear. Then drags me downstairs, feeds me a bowl of cereal, and wipes my face with a wet towel.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"SIGH!" And I say this aloud. "When is this going to end?? I''m in my final year of high school, and you''re still treating me like a child."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Hatsumi wags a finger at me. "As long as mom and dad are gone, I am in charge of you."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"So… when will they be back?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Well they extended their stay in London, so…"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Sis, I''m practically an adult now. I just want to be independent."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Nuh uh. Now, let''s get you to school. I''ll walk you there."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Wait, how about no?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"But I''ve done it since you were in elementary school!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"And that was how many years ago? Do you know how embarrassing it is to be taken to school by you everyday? Besides, your University is in the opposite direction."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"It''s fine, I''ll take the train!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">In the end, she walked me up to the school gates anyway…


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Bye-bye, Saeko!!! Have fun at school! Your sister loves you!!!" Hatsumi yells as she makes a mad dash to the station.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I hear the other students whispering amongst themselves. Clearly, about my circumstances.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Hehehe…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cold shivers crawl up my spine. I turn around thinking someone brushed a finger against my back, but I don''t see a thing. When we left the house, I had the distinct feeling someone was staring at me. Even now, I feel it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I take a deep breath and p my cheeks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now''s not the time to be a coward. With a new month ahead of me, I have to make a new start for myself. This time for sure, I''ll convince Coach to give me an actual spot on the kendo team. One step at a time. Then, I stand up to Hatsumi and get her to stop babying me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I get to ss, I find my best friend Kana in my seat reading a book.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Don''t you have your own seat…?" I ask as I walk up to him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I like your seat. Being by the window in the back kinda makes me feel like the protagonist."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Well, off you go because it''s my seat."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Alright, alright. Was just warming it up for you."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kana relents and takes the desk adjacent to mine. It seems whosever seat that belongs to isn''t here yet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I finally sit down, and immediately my thoughts lead to the kendo club. How am I going to approach Coach? Just… blunt? Maybe roundabout? Maybe butter him up first and then ask. There''s also Hatsumi. I <i><span style="font-weight:400">really</i><span style="font-weight:400"> want her to stop walking me to school at the very least.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"You look like you''re about to go into a boxing ring." Kana said, putting his book down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Just a lot of things on my mind."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hey, I''m here. Your best friend is willing to lend an ear."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Just wishing I was born with more masculine features."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kana shrugs. "I think you''re fine the way you are."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I think back to what my dream girlfriend said. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Adorable voice</i><span style="font-weight:400">. It makes me shiver. "How does my voice sound to you?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I think it''s cute."


    <span style="font-weight:400">My face starts heating up. "Cu— how can you say something like that so casually??"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"It''s true."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Forget I asked…"


    <span style="font-weight:400">The school bell rings, signalling the start of ss. Our teacheres in waving a notebook. "Alright, summer break''s over. Get back to your seats and start behaving again. Please."


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">The bell echoes throughout the school, this time signalling the end of sses. Everyone starts packing to leave. Kanaes up to me and asks, "Club?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Yeah. I''m getting Coach to listen to me whether he likes it or not."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Heh. Good luck."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I quickly pack my stuff and run down the hall past the gymnasium. There are several outdoor buildings designed specifically for club activities. One of therger ones was allocated to the kendo club at the start of the term.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I steel myself, and throw open the doors, and see Coach.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Coach, I—"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Saeko, perfect timing. Help me get these equipment ready for the club."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"O-okay."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I help him get everything set up for the club members as they arrive.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Good. Good." Coach nodded to himself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Now''s my chance!


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Coach, I was thinking—"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"We''re about to start, can I trust you to grab our boys some chilled water bottles from the cooler?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Sure…"


    <span style="font-weight:400">By the time I finish all his tasks, the day ising to an end. There I stand, in the middle of the club, cleaning the aftermath of their activities.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"FUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">The door swings open and Coaches barreling through. "What the hell?!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"C-coach, you haven''t left yet?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I was about to until I heard you scream."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Wait, this is my chance. I want to be on the team!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">Coach squints his eyes and raises a brow. "You are."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"No, I mean, actually be a participating kendo member. I''ve been doing so much for the club, I think I deserve a chance."


    <span style="font-weight:400">He sighs and picks up a bokken.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"We have a prefecture tournamenting up, and you want to participate?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"More than anything!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Look, I''m not against it or anything but… have you seen yourself? You''ll get swamped."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Please, two years of picking up after the members and delivering water and towels isn''t what I signed up for. I just actually want to be part of the team."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Fine." He hands me the bokken. "But not this tournament."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What?! Then what''s the point?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"How''s this? You keep supporting the team, get us past the Hyogo Invitationals, then I put you into the inter-prefectural. Start training you after our first victory."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Do you… really mean it?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Yeah."


    <span style="font-weight:400">This isn''t exactly the oue I hoped for, but it''s better than nothing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I ept."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Good, now get this cleaned up."


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">I get home expecting Hatsumi to throw her arms on me, but imagine my surprise when I find a letter saying she would be staying with her boyfriend.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Thank goodness…"


    <span style="font-weight:400">I heat up a konbini bento from the fridge and take it upstairs to my room. It''s times like these I cherish the most. Peace. Without my sister feeding me and forcing me to eat at the dinner table with her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Today is a victory. Getting Coach to agree to let me on the team is the best news I could receive. Maybe it''s a sign I should talk to Hatsumi. She''s the real final boss to deal with.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I toss the bento away and hop into bed to read some manga. There''s a lot that I want to catch up on, but Hatsumi always made me sleep early so I never get the chance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At some point… I end up falling asleep…


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Darling?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">A familiar voice is calling to me again…


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Darling, wake up!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Nnnh…" I open my eyes to the same girl I saw in myst dream. "Y-you again??"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Not <i><span style="font-weight:400">you</i><span style="font-weight:400">, I''m your <i><span style="font-weight:400">girlfriend</i><span style="font-weight:400">!" She cooed. She was on top of me, dragging her fingers across my chest. "You look like you had a good day."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Uh… yeah. I kinda did. I finally got my Coach to let me on the kendo team. Eventually."


    <span style="font-weight:400">"That''s good!" The girl started unbuttoning my shirt. "We should celebrate."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I swallow a lump in my throat. "Celebrate? Like… a party?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Hehe. Something more… intimate." She gets down to thest button and opens my shirt, then leans down to lick my chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Ha...hau… wait… I don''t even know your name…"


    <span style="font-weight:400">She reaches behind her back to tug on something that loosens her bra. It drops low enough for me to get a bare view of her chest. "My name is Mio."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mio grabs both my hands and leads them to each of her breasts. It''s a handful and then some. Her bra was barely holding it up to begin with, and my hands even less so. Every time she kneads my hands against her chest she squeaks out a moan.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Ah...mmm… your hands are wonderful…"


    <span style="font-weight:400">My hands start rubbing her breasts on their own. With her hands free now, she reaches into my pants. I feel a warm grip wrap around my member. She snaps her finger, and I feel my pants slip down to my ankles.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mio starts grinding against me. I''m naked now, but she still has her underwear on. Despite that, I can feel how wet she is through the fabric.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mio pulls the fabric aside to reveal her dripping wet crotch. She licks her lips and says, "I can''t wait anymore, darling. Put it in me."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Am I… about to have sex? This is my chance to graduate to adulthood and finally be a man? Even if this is a dream I… is this… right?


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Wait!" I feel my body jerking away. "I''m sorry, dream girlfriend. You''re really attractive and all but… even if it''s a dream shouldn''t we take this slow?"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"I''ve about had enough…?" Her eyes twitched. She stands up on the bed, unfurling her wings. "What… is… WRONG WITH YOU?!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Eh?!"


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What kind of boy just refuses sex from a subus? UGH. This is the second time you''ve rejected me. I have never been more insulted in my life."


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her gentle demeanor falls away to a terrifying scowl as sheunches into a tirade. Suddenly the room around me darkens and blurs, and I can''t make out any shapes or colors but the girl— wait… did she say—


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Suc… subus…?!" I try to get away but my arms and legs are pulled taut as though chains are binding me to the bed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mio raises a finger into the air. Dark energies begin to swirl around her finger.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"In that case, how about I make your greatest fears a reality."


    <span style="font-weight:400">She points at me, and the dark energy shoots into my chest. My vision goes white, my chest starts burning, but my lower body starts getting cold.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Am I… dying?


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Kahahaha! Despair, knowing you will never again know the pleasures of being a man." As I lose consciousness, I see her lips curve into a wicked grin. "Instead, drown in it as your greatest fear manifests."


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Chirp. Chirp.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I hear birds chirping from outside of my window. I get up and see that it''s morning. The clock reads 6:54 AM. Looks like I''m up early again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"What a crazy dream…" I look down to see the manga I was reading before I passed out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Why does it feel like I got heavier? Heh, maybe some muscles are going in. Just kidding."


    <span style="font-weight:400">I go to put the manga back on the shelf when I see a naked girl in my room. She''s got huge breasts and long greyish hair.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Wait a minute... "


    <span style="font-weight:400">I run up to the girl and she runs up to me. It is then I realize I''m looking at a mirror…


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I put a hand to my face, so does the reflection. When I reach for my chest expecting an ironing board, I touch a mound of fat and a pink nipple— as does the reflection. My hands instinctively reach down to my crotch… nothing…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Nothing, but a slit and pink flesh between my legs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">"Eh… eh???!!! I''VE BEEN TURNED INTO A GIRL?!"
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