Bishoujo wo Jouzu ni Nikubenki ni Suru Houhou

We arrived at the shopping mall and for now headed to the area dealing with clothing for women.

"Haha, hey look, look, Makoto, there's a lot of cute clothes!

"Uh heh, that's right, Senior Rikanaka. You look like you're just going to look good on a pretty girl like Senior Foster Chung!

Looking sideways at Chirali and her back, a pair of Rikanaka Ogasawara walking behind me holding hands is smiling at each other and flowering into conversation. But both tones are bar-reading.

When you go inside the mall, you must be following my orders to "get along".

"I can't believe you're cute! You're no match for Makoto!... I'm the one who got you cute on the train."

"It's true! Senior Rikanaka is really cute!... not even hairy over there."

The two of them float a vivid blue muscle in their temples and still have a constant smile and conversation. Seems a little genuine though.

"If you're so praised, you can light it up!... It's cleaner if you don't have hair."

"It's an honor to be told by Senior Foster Chung that I'm no match for him! … it's strange to leave your pee on the train and feel clean."

The two more viking and blue-blue muscles are laughing at each other with a different smile as opposed to that blue-blue muscle.

It's a pretty sinister vibe. Different passers-by swoop at its unusual force.

Makoto Ogasawara is burning his counter-consciousness inside, as calculated, but hey Rikanaka, what do you do when you're caught too and burn your counter-consciousness?

I thought there would be no problem if I left it in foster care, but it's a little suspicious. I need to keep an eye out for Makoto Ogasawara's trends, too.

"I can't believe I'm honored! That's why I can light up!... That's not peeing. This is why your kids are in trouble."

"It's rather uncomfortable when someone as cute as Senior Foster Chung is humble! If you had so many more chicks out there, it wouldn't be any different than peeing!

"Wow! I'm selling a fight! I'm selling this kid a fight!

The real thing we were whining about with Bosoboso as we exchanged social dictionaries with each other. That finally exploded by Makoto Ogasawara's remarks.

The two stops turned off their smiles and glanced at each other with shooting eyes.

A crowd begins to form around those two.

The noise in Arcade Street was a ruse in foster care, but not this time. It just seems purely tense.

Well, that's it, don't make sure this is a hassle if you leave it alone. That's why I don't want them to think I look familiar even if I stop.

Then let me do it on my own. And when it gets too noisy, I'm going home.

Leave the two idiots behind and walk down the aisle.

"Stay."

As I walked through the crowd, I hit my shoulder with a man who had walked in from before. The man holds his face up and raises his voice.

I snorted, but they bumped into each other. Looks like we have company, I guess I was obsessed with conversations with Soytes and my presence wasn't in my sight.

"Oh, look out!"

"Ah?"

"... no, it's nothing"

He was a blurry man looking at me sideways, but when I glanced at him, he changed his complexion and fled early enough, apologizing.

Normally I'd handle it without difficulty, but I'm in a bad mood because of the two idiots. The ground came out because of it.

I don't mind that...

"I don't care if you run away, you can blush and run... it's irritating, shit."

The man who escaped seems to have freaked out at me, but I don't care how he freaked out. It didn't look like he was scared of me as a man, no matter how I looked.

It's just a trick. What happens if you dress up for real women? No, I'm halfway there, so maybe it's extra frustrating. Don't mistake me for a woman just because I have long hair, I guess because I have a strong feeling.

Then I might be able to reopen it and break it off if I dress up in full women's clothes.

I thought so and went into the store I noticed.

"You're here!

When I entered the store, a female clerk came running over and spoke well.

I can't resist buying clothes for women. This kind of thing is suspicious because it sucks. If they're grand, they take it personally wrong.

For example, you're going to give a gift to someone you're socializing with, or something.

"What kind of things are you looking for?

A female clerk follows me around walking around looking at products in the store, smiling and laughing. I only buy things that I like, so I usually ignore them. But not this time.

I can't make my own decisions about buying the right woman's clothes. There's no way you know what a woman's clothes look like to me.

Then I'll leave it to the professionals. So he came out from the other side, so he decided to leave it to this clerk.

Besides, this clerk has good taste inside. The clothes I'm wearing now suit me well, too. I won't have a problem leaving this to you.

If there's a problem, it means buying my clothes this time. It's a pain in the ass when people notice you're a man, or because they're fashion professionals, and it's possible they've already recognized me as a man.

Looking around, it looks like a shop that deals with relatively young people's clothes. From about elementary school to high school seems to be the target. The only customers in the store are girls of those ages.

Hmm, I definitely don't like skirts, even if I dress as a woman. Do you wear something like that even if you die? And I don't like dressing too feminine. Even the current outfit is now mistaken for a woman, so just make it a neutral outfit would be fine.

"I don't really like to dress like a woman. I'm looking for neutral clothes. And I don't like skirts, so I like pants. And I want a set from top to bottom."

When I stopped, I turned to the clerk who was following me back and spoke in a pale tone, staring straight at the clerk.

In the meantime, I expressed my opinion cloudy about whose stuff I was going to buy. If you had found out I was a man, you could make it a gift. I have no problem saying that the size of my clothes is very similar to my body size.

If you haven't found out, well that's unlikely, but you can just buy it as it is.

"Is it neutral clothing? Yes, I did. Please wait."

The clerk who asked my opinion laughed and made a mild meeting without questioning one thing and left me early.

Because there was no question of whether it was a gift, it seemed to me that I was going to buy my clothes. So you're saying I didn't find out I was a man?

Well, it's easy if you haven't found out... hey clerk, you must be a fashion professional. I didn't mean to deceive you, but you didn't deceive me. Hold on tight.

I lost it and an earlier clerk came back to me with some clothes in both hands.

"These hot pants..."

"I don't like it. I don't like that."

The first thing I've shown was the denim fabric hot pants. Who wears it?

The clerk, who was instantly dismissed by me, is smiling and nodding yeah, not revealing his disgust.

Somehow, it's a bare gesture like I was discerning when I refused.

"Then this sweater and all that..."

"I don't like the color. I'd like darker colors."

Next thing the clerk showed me was a beige knitted sweater.

Beige doesn't even wear a man, but the design makes him look so feminine because he's totally a woman.

The clerk, who nodded at me instantly, looked at me from top to bottom.

"I thought of the skinny stuff because the style is good, maybe I should hide my shape?

A clerk who looks at Chirali and my chest and says that. I think he's asking me if I care that I don't have a breast.

I see. Some women care that they don't have breasts. Is that why you asked me so gently wrapped it in oblate?

I don't care because it's natural that I don't have my breasts, but yeah, it would be easier to hide my shape. If possible, the jacket should be longer in length. Her pants might accentuate her groin. Good jacket long enough to cover the groin.

"Right, the jacket is good to loosen up. And I like things with long lengths. So if you have a dark color guy."

"Yes, I did. Now that you know the general trend, I'll have it with you right now."

The clerk, who doesn't have one disgusting look at my words, walked away from me on a small run when I met him lightly.

That clerk, I knew I wasn't going to seriously recommend the first clothes I brought. Were you exploring that hobby or hobby by making my vague point clear?

If so, you're a professional. Excellent clerk inside. Then it seems like you can spot me as a man, but you can't spot me there.

No, maybe he's spotting it. Maybe that's when you think I'm a pervert with a feminine costume habit and you're paying attention.

That would be convenient. As far as I'm concerned, that's fine if it doesn't make a scene.

What the clerk brought back to me after a while was a black knitted one-piece sweater and denim fabric pants. The pants are skinny but the piece is loose to see.

One piece is black and monochromatic. And the denim pants don't say anything. Seeking any more neutral clothes would just trouble the clerk.

"This is-"

"That's fine. I liked it. I'll buy that."

He blocked the clerk's words from explaining his clothes to me and accepted them with an instant answer. The clerk who heard my words lowered his head deeply when he grinned.

"Thank you every time. And some of these products are on your own, how about that?

The clerk with his face up put his boots on the floor when he said so and crouched on the spot. Did you bring it with your clothes?

The black boots are braided and, unlike the man, rounded. A little cute, but a masculine impression for a woman.

The shoes I'm wearing right now are regular leather shoes. The clerk seems to have been watching my shoes.

"How about that and stuff like this? Guests like hats."

The stood up clerk took the hat out of his back further and showed it to me.

What the clerk was showing me was a black casket. It is more loosely made than a hunting hat and the fabric is a piece and matching knit.

I'm a cap guy, but I wouldn't fit a cap in a knitted piece. However, a hat is mandatory to hide the adhesive part of the lining.

I also feel a little too cute for the purpose I saw, but that's why I wouldn't be wearing a masculine object.

And because it's black, I don't think it's that weird.

"Then that too"

"Thank you every time"

The clerk bows his head deeply again. The clerk waited for his face to rise and tried to head to the counter.

"Oh, uh, customer"

"Yes?"

When I was stopped from behind and looked back, the trouble-faced clerk was staring at me. Did you just find out he was a man? But there is no problem. I didn't say a word about buying my own clothes. Even if he finds out he's a man, he can say as many things as he wants.

"I'm so glad you believe me, but I thought... I should try it on for once"

"... oh"

I had prepared a variety of answers so the clerk could handle whatever he said, but the questions that flew in were just not what I expected.

Didn't you find out it was a man? On the other hand, it's strangely regrettable.

That's right, try it on. This is convenient. If you're going to try it on, you'll have to get dressed.

"Right, I'll try it on. And if there's nothing wrong with the size, I'll just put it on and go home."

"Yes, I did. So here's the fitting room."

The grinning clerk leads me into the fitting room when he holds the items I plan to purchase together. I followed the clerk to the fitting room.

I walked into the fitting room and got dressed. I'm staring at the look on the wall.

"I don't know what to say myself, but what is this uncomfortable lack..."

Black edge glasses on black casket. And a black knitted one-piece sweater and skinny denim pants.

My groin just went up when I wore denim pants, but that discomfort completely disappeared when I wore a knitted one-piece sweater.

The knitted one-piece sweater is quite loosely made, but it doesn't mean it's not the right size. That's how it's made. And the length is about five centimeters above the knee. It would look like a mini skirt if I only wore a sweater, but I guess this is made to be worn with pants.

And long dark hair flowing from the back of the head. You used to say ponytail. It really looks like a horse's tail.

"My brother used to say he looked like my mother, but I can't deny this..."

I thought I didn't look so alike myself, but when I saw it this way, it looked just like my mother when she was younger than I saw it in the picture. But you look like your father.

My brother is the exact opposite of me, he looks like my father, but he looks like my mother.

When I remembered the unpleasant things and struck my tongue staring at myself in the mirror, I looked back and exited the fitting room.

"Wow! You look better than I expected!

The clerk waiting outside the fitting room called as I left the fitting room.

"It's the perfect size, and I like it, so I'll wear it and go home"

"Yes, I did! Thanks!

When I told the clerk yes while wearing the braided boots, the thankful clerk approached me sassy and began to remove the tags attached to his clothes.

It's this way that I want to thank you. It was unexpected that the purchase of clothes for women's items, which I thought would be a little difficult to navigate, would be so light.

Once you have completed your accounting and received a paper bag containing the hat or clothes or shoes you were originally wearing, you will head to the entrance to the store.

When I left the store, the clerk who accompanied me to the entrance lowered his head deeply.

"Thank you. Looking forward to seeing you again!

Looking back and having a light conversation, I thought this store wasn't bad inside.

If you ever have to buy women's clothes again in the future, let's use this place. I thought about that as I walked out, and there I stopped. Then, without looking back, I rushed over to the clerk standing at the entrance to the store earlier.

"Um, that's not weird, is it?

The general body image seen in the fitting room was not particularly uncomfortable. But that's because I saw me, and that's why I ended up where I was dressed as a woman who was used to seeing me. That's why I thought it might be possible not to notice the discomfort.

"Ugh, you look great. Customers are originally beautiful but have a neutral appeal somewhere. As far as I'm concerned, I think pretty clothes will suit you, but you'll have your own taste."

I grinned and replied so softly to the clerk, stroking my breasts down in a ho.

There will be no problem because the pros say so.

All the different passers-by look back. Besides, men aren't the only ones looking back. All women look back at me.

Shit, don't look at the giraffe. It's not even that noticeable outfit, but apparently it's getting noticeable.

But well, a hat, glasses, women's clothes. In addition to that, the tail of a horse hanging from the back of his head. Now it's a tricky move to see through to me.

So, well, there won't be a problem with it being somewhat conspicuous.

I tried sending an email to foster home after the store earlier, but I haven't heard back. To say that Nakanaka will not reply is to say that she is in a situation where she cannot reply.

So for now, I decided to go to the place where we broke up. And when I arrived near my destination, I accidentally wanted to hold my head.

The crowd was in sight. Definitely those two idiots.

"Excuse me, let me through"

When he arrived at the crowd, he tried to scratch the crowd and move towards the center. Then the crowd, who noticed my presence, pulled themselves aside and paved the way as surprised.

"Oh, hey look..."

"Oh, oh, seriously. A model or something? Awesome beauty..."

Two men, who softly retreated and paved the way, are having a conversation with Hisohiso as he looks at me with a flicker on his side.

"Huh? Hey, look at that. There's an amazing beauty."

"To? What? Oh, my God! I want to be tall! Style wow!

"Wow, beautiful.... but you don't seem to have any breasts."

"Oh that type would be cooler without breasts. Still, the outfit is plain eyed, but the beauty is beautiful no matter what she wears..."

The four of us are still having a conversation with Hisohiso as she looks at me with a flicker.

Hmm, you're no longer totally treating me like a woman. And again, as I thought, if I dress in full women, I can reopen some more than be mistaken for a woman without wearing them. Besides, I feel extra comfortable because the clothes I wear are not so feminine.

When you look back at the guy who flirts at me, he always shifts his gaze.

"Ki, it's beautiful but... scary"

"Yeah, weirdly compelling... luxurious but intimidating"

Two freaking shivering women who were seen flirting from me shrugged back with blued faces whining, "I'm looking at you," etc.

Apparently, he's scared of me. Now this is interesting.

Slowly down the path made on its own in the crowd, I saw the two rubbing together in my sight.

"So, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Yikes, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

The two idiots pulling each other's cheeks with their hands are intimidating each other with tears in their eyes.

Those idiots, you've been rubbing it here ever since you broke up with me? Don't be too stupid to cry.

I stood in front of the two rubbing each other, arms together and stared. But the two of them continue to hold on to each other without realizing my existence.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

"Yikes, Yikes, Yikes!

With their bright red faces, they pull each other's cheeks together in a critical fashion, and the two idiots, distorting their faces in pain but tending their will, don't seem willing to pull either.

If we leave it like this, we'll be rubbing it together. I feel like putting these idiots down and just going home, but I wouldn't be able to say that either.

"Hey, idiots"

"Too much!

"Whatever!

I spoke to him, but he didn't seem to hear me at all.

"Hey, idiots"

"Ugh!

"Hey, hey, hey!

Coughed up and spoke up again, but two idiots still ignoring me and pulling their cheeks together.

It is obvious that Makoto Ogasawara has his share in the power, but the situation is antagonistic and glued depending on the sense of perfect balance and the inner part of his body, where he makes a clever move.

"Hey, Colabador."

"Uh-oh, nigga!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I called out again in frustration, but I felt blue muscles rising on my bikiri and temples at the two rubbing each other completely ignoring me.

Reaching out my hands, I pull the two idiots' ears tight and tight. You say the Buddha's face is up to three times too, right? Well, I'm not a Buddha. One way or another, it's a ghost.

"Heh!? I was just there!?

"Ugh!? Ours!?

The two idiots, whose faces were distorted by severe pain by a critical pull of their ears, clawed ahead with their hands off each other's cheeks. And they both look at me at the same time.

"Hey, hey, whoa! I don't know about suddenly pulling people's ears."

"Ha, let go of me! I'm sorry I had to tell Senior Foster Chung..."

Two idiots staring at me with a kick. I pulled that ear up even more critically. And add a twist.

"Ahhh! I have ears! Thousand cuts of ears. Ugh!

"Hey, hey, hey! I can't take it! You're gonna get your ears off me. Whoa!

Two idiots begging for forgiveness in tears against me for pulling my ears silently and critically.

The crowd, who had been making noise in the wild and cheering to burn the two earlier, was instantly quieted back by my actions. Instead there is a voice of admiration and awe.

"Don't play forever, you idiots. There will be no next time. Follow me when you find out."

When I said that and stared at them, I let go of the ears I had picked.

The two of them, who had clawed their ears off, put their heels on the floor and looked up at me.

"Huh?... Who? Could it be, huh?

"Uh... kiji-sha?

Makoto Ogasawara looks up to his upper eyes with his eyes pointed and his neck tilted, and his finger picking my jacket. They both seem to recognize it's me, but suddenly they don't seem to understand.

Most of all, Makoto Ogasawara seems to be trying to accept me as me now.

I guess making heads is simpler than fostering. It also appears to be perceived by instinct before understanding it.

"Don't say my name. It would make no sense to disguise."

"Heh, disguise? Is this a disguise?

"I'm not so much a disguise as a girl from anywhere..."

The two staring at me, whispering in a whisper with vigilance around them, looked at each other and muttered about that.

Turning my back on those two, I walk out with my tongue slapped.

"Oh, hey, wait a minute. Yo!

"Aww! I'm angry! Mr. Castle Island, I'm angry!

Chillari and I look behind us, and two of them are coming after me in a hurry.

"Hey Makoto! Mr. Castle Island, don't call me by my name. I told you! So don't call me Mr. Castle Island. Yikes! If you piss Mr. Castle Island off, Mr. Castle Island won't reward you!

"Oh, right, I see! If you piss Mr. Castle Island off, you won't get a reward from Mr. Castle Island! If you want to get rewarded by Mr. Castle Island, but Mr. Castle Island doesn't reward you, you won't get rewarded by Mr. Castle Island!

Two people hanging out and having a conversation, chasing after me.

That's why I'm telling you not to call me by my name. Yet they call Castle Island Castle Island.

You're saying it was on purpose, right? Right? Am I right? You stupid bastards.