Chapter 8: Fetish ~Shachou Side~

It was noon, so I got into my car, lit a cigarette, and started driving. When I was a man, I was pretty tall—but now I’m only 170 centimeters (5'7). For a woman, that’s considered tall, but compared to before, I’d shrunk a lot. Even driving felt different now; it took some getting used to.

By the time I finished my cigarette, I’d arrived at the usual family restaurant. After parking and stepping out, I noticed Chihiro locking her bicycle in the bike area.

"Chihiro."

I walked over and called out to her. Just to be clear, I don’t call her Chihirocchi—that’s not my style.

"Oh, Shachou. You’re still driving that amazing car, huh?"

Chihiro glanced at my car.

"Well, I am the boss, after all. Gotta keep up appearances."

"Let me ride in it sometime!"

What, I’m supposed to give a ride to a gal like her? Won’t people think it’s some kind of sugar-daddy thing? …Ah, wait, I’m a woman now too.

I chuckled awkwardly.

"Shachou?"

"Ah, sorry… I was just thinking about the car. You still come here by bike, right? I’ll give you a ride next time."

"I’d love that, but are you sure?"

"It’s getting colder now—it must be rough for you."

It was almost November. Nearly five months had passed since our genders changed.

"Yeah, it’s tough. Especially with these school skirts."

I honestly had no idea how girls managed to walk around with their legs exposed like that.

"Do you ever wear skirts outside of your uniform?"

"No way. How about you, Shachou?"

"Same. Other than my work suit, I can’t handle it."

Even that tight skirt felt uncomfortable.

"Right? Oh, we should head in. The two who have zero resistance to skirts are already waiting."

"Yeah… those two are on another level."

Chihiro and I entered the family restaurant and headed to our usual table. There sat Eromi and Tama, both in skirts, teasing each other as always.

Those two bicker sometimes, but they actually get along pretty well.

Still, Eromi looks like a total loli, and Tama—about the same height, with twin tails—does too. Seeing them sitting side by side almost gives off a wholesome vibe. Well… until you hear what they’re actually talking about.

"Yo. What are you two chatting about?"

I asked as Chihiro and I took our seats.

"Eromi’s dirty stories, nya."

Of course.

"What did you get up to yesterday?" Chihiro asked, sounding half exasperated.

"Well, lately Kana-chan’s been kinda sadistic, you know?"

Pretty sure you’re just a masochist.

"How exactly?"

"Yesterday she teased me with a vibrator for almost an hour! I never thought I’d end up in one of those situations you only see in dirty comics—and actually have to say the same kind of lines, too!"

Eromi… What’s terrifying about her is how casually she says this kind of thing.

"Dirty comics, huh…" Chihiro muttered, already sounding tired.

"Yeah! And to make it worse, I was hoping Kana-chan would be the one saying those lines, but I ended up being the one forced to say them… I really want my Desert Eagle back. Then I could turn the tables on her."

Yeah… I doubt that’s ever happening.

"Desert Eagle? Please, yours is just a squirt gun, nya."

"Aah, I wish I could show you…! It used to be a real Desert Eagle!"

What a ridiculous conversation.

Are they elementary schoolers?

"I already know you’re a hardcore masochist, nya."

"I’m not! I just love Kana-chan. That’s why I accept her as she is."

Eromi said that with a smug look on her face.

"And what’s your favorite thing about Kana-chan, nya?"

"Her boobs."

Eromi answered instantly.

"That’s love, nya?"

"It is! Everyone’s got at least one or two fetishes, right?"

So today’s topic is fetishes, huh…

Does this girl really plan on turning back into a man someday?

Actually, whatever happened to that “let’s-turn-back-into-men” meeting anyway?

"Fetishes, huh…" Chihiro started thinking.

"Alright, let’s all say ours one by one. Don’t worry! Everyone here’s nice—no one’s gonna judge you."

Yeah, everyone’s already judging you.

"Let’s make it a quiz, nya!"

"A quiz?"

"A fetish-guessing quiz, nya. Let’s start with Shachou!"

Me first, huh… What even is my fetish?

"Alright, Nyako, what do you think?"

"Tama, nya. Shachou totally gives off an S vibe. Probably likes tying people up."

"Ahh."

Eromi… What’s that “ahh” supposed to mean?

"What about you, Chihiro-cchi?"

"Hmm, yeah, I can kinda see the S thing. Feels like you’d like it from behind."

"I get that, nya. Totally looks like the type to spank someone, nya."

"You’re just like Kana-chan, then."

Eromi… so you’re the one being spanked, huh.

"What do you think, Eromi, nya?"

"I could tell from the moment I met Shachou. This person’s totally into virgins."

Hmm…

"Shachou, your answer, nya," Tama prompted. The three of them looked straight at me.

"I guess the ‘S’ part’s not wrong. More than anything, I just don’t like it when the other side takes control. As for virgins… I don’t know."

Honestly, I have no clue.

"Pretty close overall."

"Total virgin-fetishist, nya."

"It’s obvious you’re sugarcoating your real kink, Shachou."

Hey!

"Next is Chihiro-cchi, nya. But she’s easy to read."

"Am I?"

Yeah, I can see it too.

"Gal type, right?"

"Total gal lover, nya."

"Yeah, that tracks."

She literally dresses that way herself.

"Ah, well, yeah, I guess I do like gals."

"Pretty normal, nya."

"Well, she’s still in high school—plenty of time for new awakenings."

Eromi’s already way too awakened, though.

"What about me?"

"You don’t count, nya. Your karma’s too heavy."

"Eromi-san’s basically the embodiment of sex."

"Feels like she’d try literally anything…"

Yeah, her day-to-day comments are already dangerous enough.

"Rude… Fine, then what about Nyako? You into idols?"

"Tama, nya. Hmm… I don’t think you’ll guess mine right, nya."

"Really? That bad? So shocking people freeze?"

I doubt anyone could top Eromi’s level…

"People do freeze, nya."

"For real? Now I’m scared, but everyone else answered, so spill it—what is it?"

Eromi sure has guts…

"Hmm, it’s not really a fetish thing. Tama’s fine with either men or women, nya."

Seriously…?

"Ugh… that’s gross."

Eromi made a disgusted face.

"Eromi, that’s kind of a delicate topic, you know."

People are pretty sensitive about that kind of thing these days.

"Yeah, but still… Nyako, you’d go for a guy too?"

"Tama, nya. And yes, nya."

"Guys don’t have boobs, you know?"

Is that really her only metric?

"It’s not like all girls have them either, nya."

"Well, Nyako doesn’t have any either. Personally, I think anyone below an E cup has zero appeal, so I can’t agree with that."

This guy’s insane…

"If you ever become famous, you’re getting canceled so fast, nya. Seriously, don’t even think about starting a blog."

Tama looked utterly disgusted.

"We don’t have E cups either, you know."

Among all of us, I probably have the biggest—and even that’s just a D.

"Yeah, none of us do. So that means we’ve got zero appeal. Only Kana-chan does."

Well, to begin with, we’re guys.

"Eromi, even with a cute idol like Tama, it’s still a no, nya?"

"I mean, I already have a girlfriend."

"And if an E-cup girl came on to you, what would you do, nya?"

When Tama asked that, Eromi folded her arms and started thinking deeply.

"………………"

This guy’s trash. Utterly rotten trash hiding behind a cute face.

"You should just die, nya. For a lot of reasons."

"Ah, no, no! I’d never cheat! I’m loyal to Kana-chan!"

Yeah, you’re definitely not dying a good death, buddy…