Congrats, I've Turned into a Girl!

"What the hell, that's amazing twin delusional power"

"What shall we do..."

The day I met Yuji and Yuna, because of this, Haruko stopped me from staying today, but I wanted to tell someone what was going on right away, so I declined the offer, pushed him straight to Inaba's house, and to this day.

"Hey, I thought, don't you have to force me to try to correct the twin misunderstandings?

"What? What do you mean?"

I tilt my neck at Inari's abrupt suggestion.

"Suzukura Asakura, after Valentine confessed to Sunshine, you just have to confess to me and then hang out with me."

Doesn't that make things convenient? And Inaba said.

"Well, that way I can have a boyfriend, and then if it feels like I'm in love, you mean Yuji and Yuna will give up."

"That's what I mean."

I noticed what Inari was trying to say, and Inari nodded satisfactorily, so we discussed what kind of script would work that day.

Here's the setup.

On Valentine's Day, he came to me at a college gathering and confessed.

I refuse to make a confession on the spot.

And then Inari, who happened to witness it, confessed quickly with momentum, and she told me that the reply didn't have to be immediately, and while confused, she became conscious of Inari. Awesome.

Though upset, Suzuru handed out chocolate to friends he knew and close to him.

I meet the twins in that, and as I give them the chocolate, I tell them chills, feeling confused but not even full, confessed by Inaba.

"… hey, isn't this weak push?

"I liked the other guy, but he confessed to me right after I got swept up, and I went out with him, and that sounds like a butt light!

I shook my head at Inari, who was unhappy with the significance.

"That's all right. That's all."

"No. That's not what Asakura imagines."

Inari eats down, but I poke at it.

"You're gonna stick to something weird, too."

Inari was frightened, but as far as I'm concerned, this was a line that I couldn't give way to.

There's a point in saying I won't let you brace the character settings, but I simply wanted you to be the ideal girl I thought you were, no matter what, to be amazing Asakura.

In short, it is self-satisfying.

That day, I went home to Suzuku.

I didn't have a reason to dress like a woman, so I stayed dressed like a man.

Recently, making sweets and putting them up on Twitter is becoming a routine, so I was sleeping at a house that is exclusively suzu.

Making and tasting sweets in the middle of the night is going to make me fat, so I've been making them lately at dinner and making them for dessert.

And I also made a delicious looking chocolate brownie inside today, taking pictures and publishing it on Twitter, and when the flavor was bumpy more than I thought and before dinner, I couldn't stop eating it in the first place, the ringing bell rang at the front door.

Not particularly concerned, he went straight to the front door and a stranger stood ahead of him when he opened the door.

He was a slightly tall, faceted man in his early twenties.

"Here we go. Shinozaki Ichizuma moved to the next room."

The man smiled softly and gave me the greeting.

"Oh, thank you very much."

I received the package.

"Thank you very much for coming."

and laughed nicely, the man returned to the next room.

I should have left dressed as my neighbor when I got back to my room!?

I also thought that it was okay because the apartment where I live alone now doesn't mean I have a deep relationship with the neighbors separately.

The best room is the corner room at the far end, so the neighbor is the only one now.

Since the next room was empty until now, I had never thought about approaching the neighborhood in particular, but at best the neighbor and I would say hello when we met in the hallway.

I was quite optimistic about that.

So the next morning, when I left the house dressed as a model in the morning, even though I met my neighbor who happened to be going to dump the garbage, I didn't even care if she just greeted me.

The night before Valentine's Day, I went to the supermarket near the condo to buy the sweet ingredients that I needed to buy more because I was making them day after day.

I was just getting lonely with the contents of the refrigerator, so I bought a lot of things and ended up with a pretty big package.

When I got home, my hands and arms hurt, and I thought, "Oh, yeah, I'm packing my bags."

"That's a lot of baggage."

And I was called out from behind.

Turning around, Shinozaki, who came over next door, stood in one hand with a small cashier's bag containing booze.

"Yes, I bought a little too much…………"

I was kind of embarrassed.

"I'll have the luggage if you like."

Says Shinozaki with a refreshing smile.

"Fine, I'm sorry………………………."

"Don't worry, it's the same way home and back next door anyway"

When I was told that, on the contrary, I felt more rude to say no, and I decided to be sweet with the words.

"Excuse me, you have the heavy one…………"

"No, I don't care about that."

The two of us go home to Shinozaki, who, as a matter of course, carries heavy baggage, thankfully and sorry.

"Besides, I can't even dress up walking side by side and letting a woman hold something heavy."

"Huh?"

Suddenly Shinozaki stops unexpectedly at his bomb statement.

Now I'm sober, and my clothes are made of a down coat with fur in my jeans.

I don't wear women's clothes.

If it was when you were making out, you wouldn't think I was a woman if you just saw me like this.

To judge me as a woman in this state means to say that I look good and that I am now considered the same person.

Besides, you may think that I am a beauty in cosmetics but I am a woman like a man.

No, in this case, it may still be less pullable to think that a woman like a man is dressed up on a different level than to find out that I'm a man with a taste in women's clothing.

If you think about it, it will be a lot more trouble for Misaki and all the people who are now involved in the work of "Mertiedor" than just me if I can supposedly be a man, Suzukura Asakura, rather than face him in an unspecified medium that will soon come to his attention as a model.

"Mr. Asakura?

Shinozaki looks back at me with a strange face.

"No, I'm sorry, I've never been treated like a girl before..."

If it comes to this, I'll give it up.

Speak out the cute voices you normally only use when it's soaking up, and this scene gets through with the setting of being a cosmetic beauty like a man!

"Sure, when you're wearing makeup, it's quite different. Even now, I was so sure I was the same person in the conversation earlier."

Damn it! They didn't think I was the same person! You sickled me!

As I stepped on the estate to say that I was sooner inside, I returned that Shinozaki, who laughed bitterly, often told my family that it was also a scam.

"So please don't tell me about this."

I think it's okay because I don't have any common acquaintances in particular, but I'll stop talking just in case.

"Yeah, it's just the two of us."

Shinozaki-san gave me quite a light acceptance.

Then he went to the front of the house and had his luggage carried to the front door while talking to the public without any other love.

Because of this, I gave Shinozaki the extra chocolate brownies I had made yesterday in order to thank him for carrying my luggage home.

The chocolate treats that I have been making lately are made in as little quantity as possible, but there are still things that become surplus due to the recipe. They are frozen and refrigerated and I plan to consume them as my snacks from time to time, but if someone can get them for me, I will never go over them.

Shinozaki-san received confectionery from me.

"Anyway, I'd like to have it tomorrow."

I smiled bitterly and showed it.

I do feel a little spared the day before Valentine's Day.

Shinozaki-san is likely to get a lot of it even if he shuts up.

Haruko and Yona gave it to me last year!... That's all.

"Well, I'll make a lot of things tonight, and I'll give you chocolate again tomorrow."

I answered with a smile.

As far as I'm concerned, making a lot of chocolate sweets tonight is Valentine's main event, and tomorrow I'll make a lot of them. It feels like an extra thing to digest them.

So nothing changes now that I have one more person to give it to.

"Are you sure? You'd expect that, wouldn't you?

"I have a boyfriend, so I'm in-laws."

"That's unfortunate"

I'll put up a prevention line for Shinohara, who jokes and tells me.

Anyway, if you look sober, you can only see who that is, or you're actually a man, but if you know it's me now, you wouldn't particularly feel that way.

"Good night, then. Suzu."

"Yes, good night, Shinozaki."

"True is fine."

I broke up with Ichimoto after such an exchange, but I leaned my neck around the front door.

When did I give you my name down there?

The plaque only says Asakura.

... Well, I thought I might have taught you somewhere while we were just talking because I don't remember, and I moved on to unpacking the front door.