Chapter 24: The Pretty Girl Faces the Physical Exam

It was Monday, the start of a new week—and beginning today, high school classes were officially underway.

Right now was first period: Japanese.

After a brief self-introduction, the male teacher immediately began his lesson.

I sat at my desk, taking notes. I’d always paid attention in class and made sure to prepare and review properly.

But it wasn’t because I was particularly diligent or praiseworthy. Back in middle school, whenever Ryoji didn’t hang out with me during breaks, I’d just pretend to be asleep. That’s why I usually spent most breaks slumped over my desk. As a result, class time was practically the only time I was awake.

As for studying ahead or reviewing—it was simply because I had nothing else to do.

There wasn’t much to do at night. No TV. I did have a game console, but I rarely got new games, so I’d get bored quickly. Naturally, I just ended up studying instead.

Well, thanks to that, my grades turned out decent enough. I even managed to get into Mikawa High, one of the better-ranked public schools. Still, since everyone here was roughly on the same academic level, I couldn’t afford to slack off.

As I was thinking that, a sudden knock knock came from the classroom door.

“Excuse meee~”

The person who entered was… an older-sister type? No—maybe an auntie?

She looked around thirty, so I wasn’t sure which term fit better.

After stepping inside, she briefly introduced herself as the school nurse.

“Class 1-A, it’s time for your physical exams. Boys, please come with me first.”

With that, she left the room.

The atmosphere instantly shifted—class was over, and everyone knew it.

Even the Japanese teacher gave up, saying, “Hurry up and go already.”

The boys filed out one after another, leaving only the girls behind. Somehow, the classroom felt… different that way.

Maybe it was awkward for the male teacher to stay when only girls were present, because he simply said, “Class dismissed,” and headed back to the staff room.

The moment he was gone, the room burst into chatter.

“Hey, hey, Ayumi-chan! How confident are you feeling today!?”

“Confident? About what?”

“Moeka, Ayumi-chan doesn’t skip breakfast like you do.”

Ah, I see. They were talking about weight.

To be honest, I hadn’t really thought about my body weight since becoming like this. I could hardly even eat much these days. Maybe my stomach really did get smaller compared to when I was a guy.

“But Moeka-chan, you’re not fat at all.”

I just said what I was thinking.

“R-Really!? I’m still good, right!?”

“Moeka probably just has a higher body fat percentage.”

“Why do you sound like you’re trying to make me the chubby character!?”

In reality, Moeka-chan wasn’t even remotely fat.

So why was she so desperate to diet? Maybe it was just a fleeting dream—some romantic idea of being lighter during measurements.

For me, skipping meals = death. That’s all there is to it.

“Well, Ayumi-chan doesn’t need to worry about weight anyway. You’re cute, your skin’s pale, and you’re super smooth.”

“Those are three completely unrelated things, you know.”

“Yeah, totally! You’re, like, perfectly balanced—not too thin, not too soft. You’re my ideal type! I’m so jealous!”

Moeka-chan looked at me with mock resentment.

Man, being a girl really is complicated.

After a while, the boys started trickling back in. Once the last one returned, the girls began heading to the infirmary for their turn.

I followed along with the flow—but then realized something strange. I hadn’t felt any discomfort being grouped with the girls. Wait, hold on. Ayumi-chan, you’re still a guy inside! Yes, I am a guy.

It hasn’t even been a month yet, but this level of adaptation… maybe the Sakuras really can’t escape their family nature.

I entered the infirmary with Moeka-chan and the others.

Wait—hold it! This is bad!

Why did I just reaffirm that I’m mentally male a minute ago, only to walk straight in here like nothing happened!?

No, no, Ayumi-chan, think this through! You didn’t get measured as a boy, so technically, you have to do it here as a girl, right?

No, that’s not the issue here, Ayumi-chan. This is about ethics!

Come on now, Ayumi-chan. Calm down. What, are you planning to strip with the boys instead?

Oh, Jesus. Ayumi-chan, that would be insanity. That’d make you a pervert!

Mom would totally blow a gasket if she heard about this! And besides, you see yourself naked every day in the bath, so seeing a bit of underwear shouldn’t matter, right?

But still, Ayumi-chan—seeing someone else’s underwear isn’t the same as seeing your own!

“Hey, Ayumi-chan?”

“Ah! Sorry, just… thinking about something.”

Moeka-chan’s voice snapped me back to reality. How many different versions of me were arguing inside my head just now?

I must’ve been seriously flustered.

I looked around the infirmary.

Whoa… there’s so much exposed skin. It was the kind of scene every guy dreams of.

Oh no. This feels so wrong…! I shouldn’t be looking! Yeah, that’s it—just close your eyes! Wait, no—that’d look totally suspicious!

Okay, I’ve got it! I’ll just pretend to have caught a cold and go to the nurse’s office!

…Wait. This is the nurse’s office!

Fine, then—I’ll just turn my back until everyone’s done.

Hmm… this anatomy model has quite a nice figure.

“Ayumi-chan, what’s up? You’ve been acting weird.”

“Eek! Uh—”

I jumped when Sakurako-chan spoke to me from behind. I turned around—

“Wha—why are you undressing!?”

Sakurako-chan was already down to her underwear.

She had a great figure, and I honestly didn’t know where to look. Not that I was looking!

“What do you mean, why? It’s the physical exam.”

“R-Right…”

“Ayumi-chan, aren’t you going to undress?”

Upon closer inspection, I realized I was somehow the center of attention. The girls’ eyes were all sparkling.

O-oh, right. Because if I keep dawdling, Class A will never finish, so they’re subtly telling me to hurry up, huh!

“Hey, hey! If you won’t take it off, we’ll just have to take it off for you! ♪”

Wha—!? Before I could even react, someone firmly grabbed hold of my skirt. Her hand moved so fast it was terrifying.

In an instant, my belt was undone and my skirt was yanked down in one swift motion.

Left wearing just my blazer and blouse on top, and only my panties below, I found myself in an embarrassingly compromising state and instinctively crumpled to the floor.

“Now’s our chance—! Get her!”

The girls, with beast-like eyes, started swarming toward me.
Since they were all in their underwear, if I got mobbed by them, I’d probably pass out.

“W-wait! I’ll take them off, I’ll take them off!”

I shouted, holding my hands out to keep the Class 1-A girls at bay.
Somehow, that seemed to stop everyone in their tracks—but now I was stuck having to undress while being stared at by every girl in the class.

Ugh, how did it come to this?

I started by taking off my blazer.

After neatly folding it, I reached for my blouse.

"gulp"

Who was the one who made that gulping sound?!
Cut the sound effects, please!

I unbuttoned my blouse one by one and slipped my arms out of the sleeves. My pale skin glowed faintly under the fluorescent lights. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tried to hide my milky pink polka-dot bra.

"Hoh…"

I heard sighs.

W-what?! Sorry I’m not exactly busty!
Why do I have to strip in front of everyone like this?!

"Why is it so pretty…"
"I never thought just taking off clothes could look so picturesque."

The girls were buzzing with excitement.

"Ayumi-chan! Your chest! Don’t hide it! Don’t hide it!"

"B-but it’s embarrassing!"

How is everyone so okay with this? Aren’t you embarrassed at all?
My ears are burning. I can’t take this anymore—if I get any hotter, my face might actually catch fire.

"Ugh-ha! ♪ Your face is all red—you’re so cute! I wanna tease you! I wanna hug you!"

Moeka-chan’s breathing was getting heavy. This feeling… it reminds me of my mom…!
I slowly began to back away—only to bump into something behind me.

"You’re not getting away—!"

"S-Sakurako-chan!?"

The moment she wrapped her arms around me, my movements were completely restrained.
When Sakurako-chan hugs me, something soft presses against my back… and it smells really nice, too!

"Wow, your hands were smooth, but your body’s amazing too!"

"Eek, stop it!"

Sakurako-chan’s hand traced around my navel. You can’t touch such a sensitive spot like that!

"Come on, it’s fine—it’s not like you’ll lose anything!"

"Ah—! Sakurako-chan, that’s not fair! I wanna touch too!"

"Aah… Eek!"

"Sakurako-chan! Sakurako-chan! She’s reacting so well!"

"Mmm… St-stop. I said no!"

The assault on my waist, navel, and thighs continued for a while.

"Hmm! If even your navel’s this soft, I wonder what about here?!"

"Hah… N-no…"

Moeka-chan’s hand reached up to my chest—and then she gently cupped and fondled it.

"Sakurako-chan! Sakurako-chan! This is incredible! It’s even softer than your big ones!"

"I’d appreciate it if you didn’t subtly insult my chest. But anyway, let me have one side. Whoa—what is this?! It’s like marshmallows! I don’t think the size is that different from Moeka’s, but the texture’s in a league of its own! Compared to this, Moeka’s are like melon bread that’s been left out for three days…"

"Grrr…! I can’t even argue back, even though that comparison’s way too cruel! To think there could be such a difference even when we’re the same size! Ugh, this is frustrating—so I’ll just squeeze them more!"

"H-hey… you two, stop it already—"

"Not yet!"

"Please… just stop already…"

By the time the two finally let go, I was on the verge of tears. Breathing hard, I plopped down on the floor. Somehow, even the classmates watching around us seemed to be blushing.

"Sorry, Ayumi-chan!"
"We got carried away."

The two apologized in unison and helped me back to my feet. I really wish they’d stopped a little earlier though…

"Geez, don’t ever do that again!"

I turned my face away from them with a pout.

"Aww, but with such a cute reaction like that, it kinda makes me want to do it again."

"W-wait! No more, seriously!"

"Haha, I’m kidding! Probably. Maybe. Most likely. By some chance. One in a million?"

You’re just lowering the odds bit by bit!!

"Hey, hurry up and measure your height and weight! You’re holding up the line!"

The school nurse called out from the back—and she was right. I didn’t come here to be harassed like that. The three of us quickly lined up again.

"Aikawa Sakurako—164 centimeters. Next, Minase Moeka—hmm, 153 centimeters. Okay, next."

I stood against the height scale as instructed. Back when I was a guy, I was 160 centimeters. Now…!?

"Sakura Ayumi—hmm, 151 centimeters."

Well… I kinda figured that. I knew I’d gotten shorter. I’d even guessed I might be smaller than Moeka-chan. Even my little brother Kaname’s taller—and he’s only in fifth grade. But still, it’s not like I’m frustrated or anything!

…Yeah, that’s what I’d like to say, but honestly, it stung. I’d already been on the short side as a guy, but now I was short even for a girl.

By the way, we also had to measure our weight—but that’s apparently confidential. Even though they saw mine, those two—

"That’s impressively light! I can tell you never skip breakfast. Honestly, that’s the healthiest number I’ve seen today."

"H-hey! I’m not the chubby type, okay!?"

Moeka-chan, who weighed just a little more than me, let out a frustrated scream. But she’s taller, so that’s totally normal, right? I guess I’ll never really understand girls.

After the height and weight check, we moved on to sitting height.

"Ugh…"

Moeka-chan slumped over, sulking in the corner of the nurse’s office.

"Ayumi-chan, since you’re shorter than Moeka, your sitting height’s even lower!"

That’s a forbidden topic, Sakurako-chan.

For the record, Sakurako-chan’s got great proportions—her torso’s short for her height. That’s why she can afford to act so smug.

"Well, Ayumi-chan’s legs are really long… I’m not short-legged, okay!?"

"S-sorry?"

"Uwaaah! Being apologized to makes it even worse! Today’s just one disaster after another!"

Hey, that’s my line!

Seriously, today was the worst. I’ve been through so much.

And just like that, our height-measurement day ended—with the two smallest girls completely worn out.