Chapter 7: My Angel Has the Perfect Body

We were standing in front of a women’s clothing store inside a large shopping mall.

“Your turn.”

That was all Murakumo said before trying to sit down on a bench outside the store.

“Don’t get cold feet after coming all this way!”

“I’m tired.”

“Don’t lie so obviously! There’s no way you’d be tired from something like this!”

“It’s fine~ Kiriya-kun can take a break. —Because I’m going to dress Haru-chan up in clothes we like and keep her all to myself first.” 

After the usual back-and-forth between Murakumo and Nozomu, Koharu chimed in with that. Hearing this, Murakumo stood up smoothly, walked over to me, and pulled me close with an arm around my shoulder.

“Let’s go already.”

Seeing that, Nozomu opened both hands and struck a “good grief” pose.

“—Alright, let’s go then.”

Koharu skillfully led Murakumo, hooked her arm around Nozomu’s, and entered the store. Murakumo and I followed behind them.

What about my opinion? I thought for a moment, but any right to object had long since vanished—this was just the beginning.

“Murakumo, this is my first time going into a women’s clothing store. I’m kinda nervous…”

“Same.”

Surprisingly, we agreed on something.

That was unexpected. I’d figured Murakumo would be used to coming to these places with girls. I guess it really was just that kind of relationship.

“Haru-chan! Over here, over here!”

Koharu called me over. When I went, a store clerk was already standing by, holding a measuring tape and other tools, waiting for me.

And when the clerk saw me, she gasped.

“Eh!? Wait a second!?”

Her eyes sparkled, and she covered her mouth with both hands, smiling—not just smiling, her cheeks were practically melting.

“Haru-chan, have you ever had your measurements taken properly?”

“Only once, when they were sizing me for a school uniform.”

I did have them measured that time, which is how I learned my bust was 88 cm.

“Yeah, that’s not enough. So let’s have them properly measured here. Clerk-san, please take care of her. I’m gonna look around at some clothes.”

“Of course ♪ Please undress over here. Once you’re ready, just call for me—I’ll be waiting right outside.”

“Uh, everything?”

“Well, um, yes ♪”

The clerk answered with a radiant smile.

Ugh… everything, huh? Do girls really have to strip completely just to get accurate measurements?

I hesitated and glanced around. Koharu, who had moved a bit further away, was still smiling—and silently radiating pressure. It looked like resistance was futile.

When I glanced at Murakumo, he was already browsing the clothes alone, despite claiming it was his first time here.

Talk about nerves of steel. I could never go picking out women’s clothes by myself without a girl around.

So, resigned to my fate, I went into the fitting room and started undressing.

“Um, I’m done undressing.”

Now stark naked, I peeked my face out from the gap in the curtain and called out to the clerk waiting outside.

“Yes, excuse me then ♪”

Replying cheerfully, the clerk looked around and then entered the fitting room.

“Wait, wait, huh!?”

She suddenly froze, covering her mouth with both hands—and stared hard at my body.

Somehow, despite her being a woman, her gaze made me instinctively cover my chest and groin.

“Um, clerk-san?”

When I called out, she seemed to snap out of it, straightened up, and bowed her head.

“M-My apologies. I’ll begin the measurements now.”

The whole time, the clerk was like that—letting out little wow sounds or freezing up now and then, which was a bit troublesome. Is this normal for female clothing store clerks?

Also, I couldn’t help but wonder… I get needing to undress the top, but did I really have to take off everything?

Since things didn’t grow down there after I became a girl, it felt super embarrassing.

And so, the results:

Height: 153 cm (5'0")
Weight: 46 kg (101 lbs)
Bust: 89 cm (35 in, F70 bra size — approximately 32F in freedom sizing)
Waist: 58 cm (23 in)
Hips: 83 cm (33 in)

Apparently, if my chest grows any bigger, my size will change—so they told me to come again when that happens.

Eighty-nine, huh… Yeah, that’s big. No, seriously big. It’s even grown compared to when I last measured.

A part of me feels proud in a guy-ish way, but at the same time, I wish they weren’t mine.

I want to touch someone else’s big boobs—not have my own.

After getting dressed and stepping out of the fitting room, the three of them were already waiting for me.

The store clerk handed a small slip of paper—probably with my measurements written on it—to Koharu, who looked surprised, then gave me a double take. Not at my face—but at my body.

“Uh… is it okay if I show them this?”

She was asking if she could show that slip to Murakumo and Nozomu, the two boys.

Well, it’s necessary for picking out clothes, and it’s not like I’m embarrassed or anything.

I gave a small nod, and Koharu showed the paper to the two boys.

For a moment, both of them looked surprised—then gave a smile that could only be described as pleased.

Nozomu immediately cleared his throat and acted like it was no big deal. Probably because Koharu was there—he couldn’t exactly get excited in front of her.

Murakumo, on the other hand, after getting over the initial surprise, looked oddly proud. As if to say, “See that? She’s my girl.” You're not, though.

As for me—despite thinking I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, I suddenly found myself feeling… embarrassed.

What the heck is this feeling? I thought I’d be totally fine even if they saw something like that, but seeing how the two of them reacted made me feel all flustered. This… this is just like a girl, isn’t it?

While I was still caught up in that weird feeling, Murakumo suddenly pulled me into a hug, shielding me from Nozomu’s line of sight.

“Don’t look.”

He said it, clearly directed at Nozomu.

“It’s fine. I’m not gonna steal her or anything. Besides, I’m all about Koharu.”

“Oh? You looked pretty happy just a second ago, though.”

“That’s not true! And if I did try something, Koharu would kill me—and so would Kiriya!”

“I’m kidding, I trust you.”

“Koharu~”

When Nozomu reached out for a hug, Koharu caught him gently with her small chest and lovingly patted his fluffy brown head.

And just like that, their little couple act wrapped up, and the four of us started picking out clothes for me.

Koharu and I were in charge of picking out underwear, while the boys looked for outerwear. That’s how we split up.

Girls’ underwear was different from boys’—decorative, dazzling, and colorful. There were so many bright and flashy choices.

As I browsed through them, part fascinated and part embarrassed, Koharu suddenly asked me a question.

“—Hey, are you two actually dating?”

Not just “actually”—we’re not even remotely in that kind of relationship… or at least, I don’t think we are. He’s never confessed. And even when he said “she’s mine,” I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it that way…

But if I say we’re not, it might break the nice balance between the four of us right now—and I really didn’t want that. I hesitated, unsure how to answer.

“I thought so,” Koharu said, as if she’d already figured it out. “I kind of sensed something was off. I mean, Kiriya really obviously loves you, Haru-chan. That comes through loud and clear. But from you… I barely feel that at all. It felt strange.”

Seeing me stuck for words, Koharu gently spoke up with what she’d sensed.

Yeah. I should just be honest and apologize.

“…Yeah… sorry.”

“…Then why are you with Kiriya? Isn’t it hard, being with someone you don’t love?”

If Koharu could understand me this much, then I might as well tell her everything.

Even if it meant the end of our current relationship—I felt like I could accept that.

“—So, will you listen?”

I told her about everything: what happened on my first day after turning into a girl, how I met Murakumo, how he always stayed by my side, and how he even went out of his way to walk me to and from school every day.

That said, I didn’t mention the part where he attacked me after helping me. Especially from a girl’s perspective, that would be inexcusable. And somehow, the fact that I had come to accept it—as if it were nothing—still felt strange to me.

But what mattered most was that Murakumo treated me in such a way that I completely forgot the shock of my first day as a girl. Even if he was a little pushy, he helped me fit into the class, build new relationships, and make friends.

Because of that—only because of that—I could stay with him. And maybe that’s why I didn’t feel uncomfortable about it.

Koharu listened silently the entire time.

And then, after a small pause:

“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you, Haru-chan?”

She said that—and gently pulled me into a hug.

Yeah… it really had been a lot.

That first night after school, even though Murakumo had done that to me, something even more overwhelming had already hit me. I couldn’t imagine things ever getting better, and I had trouble falling asleep.

Even now, the stares from the other girls still scare me. And I still don’t know how to interpret how the boys treat me. But compared to that first day, it’s nothing.

And now… yeah. Even if it’s frustrating to admit, Murakumo created a place for me to belong.

We stayed like that for a while, and when we finally separated, Koharu smiled at me teasingly.

“Let’s hope Kiriya-kun gets your feelings, too.”

Just like that, she lightened the mood.

Her insight, her kindness, and the way she could shift gears so smoothly—I knew I could never beat Koharu at this kind of thing.

“Hmm… who knows about that.”

I smiled back, just a little bashfully, and we both laughed together.

“Well, either way, if you really didn’t like him, you wouldn’t still be hanging around with him, right? If you ask me, you’re definitely leaning toward liking him—yep.”

“You think so?”

“I do, I do~ You two really look good together!”

What part of us looks like that?

I mean, I seriously don’t feel that way—not at all.

My heart’s still that of a guy. There’s no way I could even think about dating another guy.

But after that heart-to-heart with Koharu, I felt a lot clearer inside.

And with that refreshed feeling, we went back to picking out underwear together.