Chapter 35
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Chapter 35: A Cross-Dressing Boy Faces A Bathroom Dilemma
The most challenging issue for a cross-dressing boy living at an all-girls high school is… the toilet.
For the past two days, I’ve tried not to drink much, keeping my throat dry all day.
Why? Because this Hananomiya Girls’ Academy is a girls’ school, and naturally, the only restrooms available for students are girls’ restrooms.
Although I currently look like a twin-tailed girl, I’m actually a boy on the inside.
I’ve got a monster lurking in my pants, so there’s no way I can enter the sacred territory that is the girls’ restroom.
If I take even one step into a girls’ restroom, I’ll instantly become a pervert.
Well… even though the chairwoman, Karen, ordered me to infiltrate this girls’ school disguised as a girl, I already look like a criminal, honestly…
‥‥‥‥Anyway.
I need to hurry out of school and find a boys’ restroom outside.
Because my bladder is about to burst!
After the third period ended, during the break, I sat at my desk, hands clasped like a certain anime character, with a defiant smile—but inside, I desperately needed to pee.
My legs were shaking uncontrollably, like a nervous twitch.
“Look, Ichihara-san! Our Onee-sama is smiling with her hands clasped on her desk. No matter how many times I see you, she always looks so picturesque.”
“That’s right, Shinozaki-san. She’s always so cool no matter when I see her!”
The girls who declared themselves my fans this morning were watching me from afar, talking among themselves… but I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I slammed my desk and stood up abruptly.
“Our Onee-sama has stood up! Ichihara-san!”
“She looks so serious… like she’s heading into a duel… What could be going on Onee-sama…?”
And then I walked steadily forward ―――― and left the classroom.
Behind me, I heard someone say, “Should we go and cheer on Onee-sama’s duel?” but I ignored it and continued straight down the hallway.
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“Huh? You need to go to the restroom?”
“Y-yeah… Please! I was planning to go outside to find a restroom, but… I don’t think I’ll make it in time. Is there a restroom on campus that I can use? If there is, please tell me… Savior Karen!”
In the hallway in front of the regular classroom—I clasped my hands together and begged Karen with tear-filled eyes.
Karen looked at me with a dumbfounded look in her eyes and let out a big sigh.
“I thought you called me out here because you had information about Ginjou Haruki… but it’s about the restroom? I’m speechless.”
“Idiot, this is a matter of life and death! You must have known this would happen when I enrolled here!”
“You could just use the girls’ restroom. I trust you wouldn’t do anything creepy, and it’s a private stall, so as long as you lock the door, no one will find out.”
“I appreciate the trust, but… that’s a bit much. Think about it the other way around. Could you use a boy’s restroom?”
“………I can’t do it. Just touching the doorknob of a boys’ restroom gives me the creeps.”
With that, Karen shrugged her shoulders and started walking down the hallway.
“Come. There’s a staff restroom with a boy’s toilet on the first floor.”
“Really?! …Wait, if there’s a boys’ restroom, why didn’t you tell me that first? Why did you suggest I use the girls’ restroom?!”
“Because it would have been funnier to watch you struggle with the shame of using a girls’ restroom. That’s all.”
“That’s too cruel…”
“Oh, didn’t you know? All the women in the Hananomiya family are basically sadists.”
Karen said this with a smirk and walked further down the hallway.
I quietly followed behind her.
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After finally reaching the staff restroom, I relieved myself in the boy’s toilet, zipped up my skirt, and stood in front of the sink to wash my hands.
Reflected in the mirror was the face of Kaede Kisaragi, a face I’d grown completely accustomed to over the past three days.
A girl who always has a blank look in her eyes, is unsociable, and doesn’t show her emotions.
My dad said that I look like my mom, the spitting image of her, but do we really look that similar?
I remember that when I was a child, my image of my mother wasn’t that of an unfriendly woman.
My mother was a much brighter person than I was, and remained positive until the very moment she died.
…So, was my mom as gloomy as I am now when she was young?
I can’t really imagine that.
As I sighed and muttered to myself, I suddenly heard a loud voice from outside the restroom.
“W-Wait! Don’t go in there now, please!”
I heard Karen’s voice, yelling to keep someone from entering.
As I wondered what was happening, the door suddenly opened—and someone I knew walked in.
“…Huh?”
“Uh?”
We stared at each other in silence, Kyoichiro Yanagisawa and I bumped into each other in the boys’ restroom.
An indescribably, awkward atmosphere began to lingered around us…
