The next day, the members of the CRC gathered in Rec Hall Room 401 in order to hold the meeting that should have happened the day before. Naturally, Yaegashi Taichi was among them. The five of them had already taken their seats at the table. Today Aoki Yoshifumi and Kiriyama Yui seemed to be a little tense, but otherwise quiet. Personally, Taichi had made it a point not to bring up what had happened yesterday, as it seemed like a sore subject.
An awkward silence hung in the air. But this seemed to matter little to vice president Inaba Himeko, who started the meeting without further ado.
“Now then, let’s begin. First order of business—”
“Oh crap! I forgot I left something in the classroom!” Nagase Iori blurted out, bringing the meeting right back to a screeching halt.
“Rrgh... I wanna get this shit done today! Don’t kill my momentum here!” Inaba snapped.
“Poor Inaban. Better luck next time!”
“You do realize it’s YOUR fault, right?!”
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, Inaban! Is it cool if I go grab my stuff?” Nagase asked innocently, a sweet smile on her face. Her ponytail almost seemed to be bouncing of its own accord, though obviously that wasn’t actually the case.
“Can’t it wait...? Ugh, fine. Go get it...”
“Yes, sir!”
“Do I look like a ‘sir’ to you...? Aaand she’s not listening.”
Nagase dashed out of the clubroom before Inaba could even finish her sentence.
“Hehe! She sure knows how to get your goat,” Kiriyama snickered. It was the first time she’d smiled that day.
“I wouldn’t go that far... She’s definitely a handful, though,” Inaba muttered with a sigh.
With that, the tension in the room seemed to fade. Once the heavy mood had cleared, Aoki started telling his usual stupid jokes, with Kiriyama and Taichi calling him out on his awful punchlines. Bit by bit, the clubroom was regaining its usual cheer.
“Problem is, I can never tell if she’s doing it on purpose,” Taichi heard Inaba mumble to herself.
Just as she finished, everything went dark.
The next thing he knew, the world had tilted sideways.
No, wait. He was the one tilted sideways. Specifically, his head. That made more sense.
He quickly realized he was bent over a desk, his cheek pressed to the cool plastic.
He pushed himself upright and looked around.
This was... not the clubroom.
He was standing in an empty classroom.
Outside, he could faintly hear the crack of a baseball bat mixed with some athletic club’s jogging chant.
A wave of dizziness rushed over him, and he quickly grabbed the desk for support.
Something felt very off.
Was it just the dizziness? No, it had to be more than that.
Just moments prior, he’d been up on the fourth floor of the Rec Hall, in the CRC clubroom. That much was fact. Hell, he’d been in the middle of a conversation with Inaba. But now, mysteriously, he was standing in a classroom.
How?
Taichi looked around the room, trying to get his bearings. The positions of the desks, the messages on the bulletin board, the writing on the chalkboard, the little bookshelf in the corner—all of it was keenly familiar. This was Class 1-C, Taichi’s classroom. And there was no possible way he could have walked all the way here in the span of a few measly seconds.
Goosebumps pricked up over his arms as a shudder ran down his spine. Had he teleported here? Or had he somehow blacked out during the time it took him to get here? Or... had he simply dreamed that he’d been in the clubroom, when in fact he was here in the classroom, sleeping the entire time?
Or maybe... none of the above?
“What the heck is... Huh?!”
Startled, Taichi clapped a hand over his mouth.
“No way...” His hand descended down past his chin.
His neck was smooth, like a girl’s. He couldn’t even feel the bulge of his Adam’s apple.
For a moment, he attempted to convince himself he’d somehow misheard the voice that had come out of his mouth.
No dice.
He knew what he’d heard.
So why was his voice suddenly soft and sweet, like a girl’s?
Was he dreaming?
Sadly, no. He was definitely awake.
No dream on Earth could possibly be this realistic.
Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
He silently willed himself not to let his imagination get carried away with him... but it was far too late. In the back of his mind, he recalled everything Aoki had said yesterday.
His only option was... to check.
With that thought, Taichi took a deep breath, exhaled, and slowly lowered his gaze.
Pleated cloth wrapped around his waist, hanging to his knees. Specifically, it was an item worn almost exclusively by women: a skirt.
Below the skirt was a several-centimeter gap of bare leg, followed by a pair of black knee-high socks.
Taichi groaned softly, in a voice that was definitely not his own—though, for the moment, technically it was.
Next he checked his upper body, tugging on his clothing with both hands. It was without a doubt the Yamaboshi High school uniform—the girl’s uniform.
His head began to spin.
Nothing. Nothing made sense. Nothing about this made any sense.
Except... a certain glaring possibility was already present in the back of his mind.
But something else—something he’d steadily built up over the course of his entire life—was trying desperately to bury it in a haze.
Unfortunately, the cruel reality of the situation was staring Taichi in the face.
Something hovered at the edge of his vision—something that the average guy, or at least Yaegashi Taichi, was certainly not meant to possess.
His chest was... inflated.
And not just a little.
No, this was no minor swelling. This was far beyond the scope of what the average male could expect to achieve.
This was, almost undoubtedly, a pair of (usually) lady-exclusive... b___.
At this point, he would be forced to accept what he already knew to be true... assuming they were real, of course.
Swallowing hard, Taichi willed himself not to panic.
Then, steeling his resolve, he raised both hands... placed them on each of the twin mounds... and squeezed.
Once... twice... three times... then four...
They were pillowy soft, yet had a firm elasticity, puffing out slightly through the gaps in his fingers. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before.
He was in unknown territory. In all sixteen years of his life, he had never touched the real deal, and yet somehow he knew. They were, without a shadow of a doubt, the real, genuine article. A bona-fide pair of... b___. With each squeeze, he felt a strange, almost ticklish sensation spread through his body. Evidently a girl’s b___ were not just there for decoration—
But before Taichi could finish that thought, the classroom door slid open, and someone walked in.
Their eyes met.
Taichi was already having a hell of a time struggling to process how he’d ended up in these circumstances. So when this new complication rolled in, he failed to react in time.
As it happened, the person who walked in was none other than Fujishima Maiko, president of Class 1-C, wearing her trademark glasses, her dark hair tied back neatly, and now frozen in mid-stride. They stared at each other wordlessly for a few seconds before Fujishima finally broke the silence.
“I, er... I saw the windows had been left open in here, so I came in to close them. The weather report said it might rain tonight, after all... So tell me, [Nagase-san]... what exactly are you doing?”
Fujishima had called him [Nagase]. On the inside, he was definitely still Yaegashi Taichi... but on the outside, he was apparently [Nagase Iori].
“I ask because, to me, it looks an awful lot like you’re playing with your own breasts.”
At this, Taichi realized he still had his hands on “his” chest. Hastily, he relinquished his grip. His brain was lagging under the strain of too much, too fast... but he knew he was in trouble. Fujishima eyed him for a while longer, as if sizing him up. Her eyes glittered behind the lenses of her glasses. Taichi wanted to bolt, but found himself rooted to the spot.
A heavy silence descended between them.
Then, at last, Fujishima spoke once more.
“Want some help with that?”
“......What?”
Whatever it was he’d been expecting, it certainly wasn’t that.
“It’s better to have someone else do it for you... if you know what I mean.”
“N-No thanks. I think I’ll pass.”
While he didn’t actually know what she meant by that, he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.
“No need to be shy, now. I’m pretty good with my hands.” Fujishima took a step forward.
“Uh... Fujishima...?”
She was acting... different. Normally she was the very model of a straight-A student, but now... The look on her face was so uncharacteristically seductive, Taichi was at a total loss.
Meanwhile, Fujishima was getting closer... and he was starting to panic. He got the distinct sense that his virginity was in danger... or was it technically Nagase’s?
He didn’t have time to figure it out.
“L-Let’s both just calm down, Fujishima! I’m sure we can talk this whole thing out!”
“I agree. We can let our bodies do the talking.”
“B-Bodies?! S-Slow down for a sec!”
What the hell is happening right now?! Can’t you at least give me five minutes to figure out what’s going on?!
Help came when the classroom door whipped open, and someone came dashing in.
“TAICHIIIIII!” There stood [Yaegashi Taichi]... or rather, someone piloting his body.