Chapter 9: Changes in Appearance

"I love you, Kana-chan!"

I throw my arms around her, squeezing tight as she sits beside me on the sofa.

"What's this about? You're unusually clingy today."

"Nothing special. I’m just saying what I always feel."

"That sounds very suspicious..."

No, no.
Not suspicious at all.

"Let’s kiss."

"Hmm, sounds like someone needs a little punishment."

Ehh…
Why though?

"Stop teasing already."

"Nope."

Kana-chan grins and casually pulls a pair of handcuffs and an eye mask out of her bag.

Uh… what’s that supposed to mean?
How exactly are we using those?

"Want to go shopping?" I try to change the subject.

"No, we’re not. Meg-chan, come here."

"Okay…"

And just like that, she grabs my hand and drags me into the bedroom.

"Nyako, aren’t Shachou and Chihirocchi running late?"

I ask Nyako, who’s sitting beside me, scrolling through her phone.

"Tama-nya, I just got a message—they’ll be late. Shachou went to pick up Chihirocchi from her house, but apparently got lost, nya."

"In that Ben— you know, that car?"

"Probably the Benz, nya."

Their parents must be shocked.

"Whatever, let’s just wait."

"Yeah, nya. To kill time, Eromi should tell us another dirty story, nya."

Oh, come on.

"I actually had a pretty bad experience the other day."

"Kind of amazing you still have new material, nya…"

Hey, you’re the one who brought it up—don’t act disgusted now.

"Well, last week I kinda felt guilty toward Kana-chan because of you guys."

"Don’t blame Tama, nya. You’re the awful one, nya."

Nope—this all started because Nyako asked that weird question.

"So anyway, I tried making it up to her with an ‘I love you’ barrage."

"You can practically hear the guilt dripping off that, nya."

"Apparently Kana-chan thought the same and started interrogating me. Or… was it torture?"

Just like in those erotic comics.

"Wait, the sexy kind?"

"The sexy kind."

"What kind, nya?"

"Blindfold and handcuffs. Teasing play."

Yeah, that was… something.

"You people really know how to enjoy life, nya."

"That’s not it! I’m supposed to be the one doing it to Kana-chan!"

"Give up on your rebellion, nya."

Never. Once I get my Desert Eagle back, even Kana-chan will start saying lines straight out of a lewd manga.

"By the way, Nyako, you like guys, right?"

"That’s misleading, nya. I said I can go for guys, but it’s like 80–20 in favor of girls, nya."

That’s basically girls!

"So, what’s your type?"

"For girls, I like the loli type, nya."

"You’re not getting Kana-chan."

I’ll kill you.

"Flat chests are better, nya. So visually, you’d be my type."

"Eh… me?"

Ugh, no way.
You’re A cup too!

"Relax, nya. I meant looks-wise. Your personality’s such a disaster that Tama’s inner d*** doesn’t even twitch, nya."

"That’s mean, nya."

"Don’t copy me, nya."

"What about guys?"

That’s the first time in my life I’ve ever asked someone about their type in men.

"Pretty boys."

"That’s me!"

Ugh, no way.
You’re A cup too!

"What’s with that weird confidence, nya?"

"Because Kana-chan said I look like I’d be popular and probably have a girlfriend."

"That was just her being polite, nya. Wait—no, she actually dated you afterward, huh? Kana-chan’s eyes must’ve been rotten, nya."

Hey!

"What are you two talking about?"

"Sorry, we’re late."

Shachou and Chihirocchi take their seats.

"We were talking about how my male form was a total hottie."

"And how Kana-chan’s eyes were defective, nya."

Hey!
You’re still saying that!?

"Ah, come to think of it, I don’t even remember what you guys looked like before."

"All our photos got updated too."

Yeah, that’s true.

"I was a good-looking guy, okay? My confession success rate was a solid 100%."

"That’s just one for one, nya."

"And that one was Kana-chan! I must’ve been good-looking enough for her!"

She’s super cute, you know.

"Well, good for you, nya. What about you, Shachou?"

"I was tall. Around 180 centimeters—about 5'11"."

That’s pretty tall.

"Bet you looked like a scary yakuza, nya."

"And she drives a black Benz too..."

Yeah, terrifying.

"People did say I had sharp eyes…"

I knew it!

"By the way, were you a brunette?"

Chihirocchi turns to Shachou.

"Oh, right. Were you blond before?"

"Yeah, I was."

So her hair color didn’t change, then?

"Nyako, yours was black?"

"That’s right, nya. How about you?"

"Yeah. Mine’s still black too."

"Looks like our hair colors stayed the same, nya. Though the length definitely changed, nya."

My hair now falls below my shoulders—semi-long. It was never this long before.

"Yeah, same here. It wasn’t exactly short before, but it definitely wasn’t long enough for this."

Shachou brushes a hand through her proud ponytail.

"I haven’t changed much," says Chihirocchi. "My hair was already a bit long before."

Well, she does have a short cut now.

"What about height?"

"I got shorter. I used to be 170 centimeters—around 5'7"."

Yikes, I was 165—5'5"—before.

"Nyako, you and I are about the same height now, right?"

"That’s right, nya. I’m 155 centimeters—5'1", nya."

Same here.

"What were you before?"

"About 165, nya?"

"The same… Looks like everyone shrunk about ten centimeters."

Shachou went from 180 to 170, Chihirocchi from 170 to 160, and Nyako and I from 165 to 155.

"That sounds about right."

"Yeah, probably," Shachou and Chihirocchi both agree.

"Then the next topic is boobs, nya. Why is Tama the only one with an A cup, nya?"

"Hehe, maybe it reflects the other size… pfft."

"You’re not one to talk, nya. You’re only a B."

"I’ll have you know, B is plenty. More than enough to keep someone entertained."

With the right push-up, it even looks pretty big.

"And who exactly are you entertaining, nya?"

"Kana-chan. She’s so good at it—it’s educational, honestly."

Now I know what to do next time.

"Right…"

Miss A-cup looks away.

"If that theory’s true, then if someone’s chest grows bigger now, does that mean their d*** gets bigger when they turn back?"

The high schooler bites immediately. Of course—typical teenager, obsessed with size.

"Maybe. Try drinking some milk?"

"I will."

Still, she’s already a C cup and wants to go bigger?

"If I put silicone in my boobs now, would it turn into pearls when I change back?"

"I can’t even be mad. That idea’s kind of impressive."

"Yeah, really, nya."

Guess I’m a genius after all.