Shia is a social butterfly.
You can imagine my shock when I thought, “Isn’t being an illustrator something only introverts who can’t adapt to society can do?”
“Is there something you want to see, Mina?”
“Hey… um, well… I’m okay with anything.”
So, my aunt, mom, and I had breakfast together, and we eventually decided on the first plan for our date: a trip to the movies.
I mean, going to the cinema to watch a movie directly? If that doesn’t scream social butterfly, then who even qualifies?
“But, Mina. Why are you standing behind me?”
“Uwaaa…”
It’s all because of my aunt…
I wanted to complain, but there was no way I could raise my voice in this crowded place.
In the end, I said nothing and quietly lowered my head, clutching the hem of my coat.
The space between my legs still felt empty…
★
After finishing breakfast and brushing my teeth, I returned to my room to pick out what to wear when I went out with my aunt.
But suddenly, bang! the door swung open.
Standing there was my aunt Shia, smiling.
“Mina.”
“Uh, ah? Yes…?”
“Those clothes you’re planning to wear when you go out with me today, they can’t be those, right?”
What she pointed to was the dress shirt and jeans I had laid on the bed, along with my black spring coat.
“They’re, um, nice…”
These are my go-to outfits when going out.
They’re neutral, hardly noticeable to others, and comfortable to move around in.
You could say they are the perfect attire as if divinely inspired.
The person who made that shirt and those jeans must have received divine guidance, no doubt.
“Those won’t do. The date’s aunt won’t allow it.”
“Eh?”
“Well, since we’re going on a date, let’s dress up a bit, shall we?”
There was a sincere determination in my aunt’s gaze that said I would not be allowed to wear that shirt and jeans.
Why on earth is God putting me through this trial? It made no sense.
But hey, there was a glimmer of hope that this trial could be easily bypassed.
“Aunt, um, well… I only have these kinds of clothes…”
I said that and quietly opened my left wardrobe.
There, a plethora of shirts of slightly different styles were neatly arranged, and underneath, there were neatly folded jeans.
“I don’t really go out much, so I only have these kinds of clothes…”
“Hmm. Really?”
I basically love staying at home, so I hardly have any desire for clothes.
In fact, you could say I have none at all.
That’s why my mom has always picked out all my clothes for me since I was little, and once I realized that dress shirts and jeans were the most comfortable combo, I always asked her for those two.
Of course, my mom loved dressing me up in various outfits, often taking me shopping to try this and that, but…
She knew very well that I wouldn’t wear those clothes, so even when we went shopping together, we only ended up bringing home a tiny fraction.
And of course, those clothes aren’t in my room now.
I only wore them when I went out with mom, so they’re in her room.
In other words, I was trying to appeal to my aunt that the only clothes I could wear were dress shirts and jeans.
“If those are the only clothes you have… then it can’t be helped.”
“R-right?”
“But Mina, unfortunately… I heard everything. Jia came last New Year’s and bought several outfits for you to wear when going out.”
“Ah…”
“You should wear those!”
Those clothes are stored in the right wardrobe.
And of course, I haven’t worn any of them since that day.
But if Aunt Shia came all the way to my room to say that, it means she knows those clothes are all in here.
Still, that’s fine. I have an excuse left.
“Um, Aunt? Those clothes we bought are all for winter, so…”
“Mina, do you want to see something?”
With that, Aunt Shia flashed me a smile and showed me the chat history with Sister Jia.
[Han Shia: Tomorrow! I’m going on a date with Mina! y（^ヮ^）y]
[Kayanoh Yuki: …Sister. If it’s Mina, she’ll probably wear a dress shirt and jeans when we go out.]
[Han Shia: Is that so? That’s cute! ⊂(・▽・⊂)]
[Kayanoh Yuki: If you’re fine with that, it’s whatever, but don’t you want to see Mina all dressed up?]
[Han Shia: Of course I do! ۹(ÒہÓ)۶]
[Kayanoh Yuki: I bought some clothes that Mina could wear when I went there at the end of the year, so she can wear those.]
[Kayanoh Yuki: She might try to hide them, but I checked the right wardrobe when I went to nurse her because she had a cold. They should still be there.]
[Kayanoh Yuki: And she might say they’re all winter clothes, but that’s a lie. I’m sure I bought some outfits for spring, too.]
[Han Shia: Got it. Thanks, boss! (‘-‘*ゞ]
[Kayanoh Yuki: When Mina wears those clothes, take a picture and send it to me.]
[Han Shia: Okay! d(>_< )]
That sis-con sister…!
“It’s fine if Aunt doesn’t say more, right?”
“Um, um, Aunt… um…”
“If I had told the truth from the beginning, I would have just let Mina wear what she wanted, but… since you hid it with lies, I have no choice.”
“I-I wasn’t hiding it! I just… forgot about it…?!”
“Mina, give it up.”
In the end, as the liar, I couldn’t refuse my aunt’s request… no, her demand.
“So cute!!!”
As I opened the right wardrobe, Aunt Shia mixed and matched the clothes Jia had bought for me.
After I put on the final product she came up with, I became Aunt’s photo subject.
The click! of her phone’s shutter echoed multiple times.
Those pictures would definitely be sent to Sister Jia.
After the date with my aunt was over, I had to talk to my sister on LINE, no matter what.
I absolutely must send her, “I hate you, sister.”
★
So, I changed into the outfit and headed to the cinema with my aunt.
I’ve been living as a girl for over 17 years now.
Of course, my male identity is still… much stronger.
However, that does not mean I can’t live my life as a girl. I wear a female school uniform when I go to school.
…But still, this is just too much.
“Eep?!”
“Hmm? Did you call me, Mina?”
“N-no….”
I found myself startled as the wind blew past my legs, leaving a sense of emptiness.
I was currently wearing a slightly clingy white short-sleeved shirt over a beige trench coat.
Below, I wore a black wrap skirt, and to hide myself from the gazes of others, I slightly pulled my hat down.
I can reiterate, I do not say that I can’t live as a girl.
So now, wearing women’s clothing doesn’t evoke any new feelings or anything like that… I had always thought so.
But it turns out that was all an illusion.
…No, it’s not an illusion. It’s not me; it’s the clothes that are the problem.
Yes. Everything else was completely fine. Only the skirt. The skirt alone was the problem.
This skirt… is way too short…!
It doesn’t even cover my knees, exposing my thighs slightly.
Even with the trench coat, it only barely covers my knees.
…Thinking back, all the skirts I wore till now were long enough to cover my knees.
And when I tried this dress on in the store, that was all I did.
So I expected there wouldn’t be any discomfort.
But after wearing this skirt and walking around outside, I realized.
A short skirt is incredibly uncomfortable, leaving an emptiness between my legs…
Seventeen years of living as a girl, and today I gained a brand new revelation…
One I didn’t want to know!!!
★
“Waaah…. It’s been a while since I got to have this much fun! How was it, Mina? Did you enjoy it? It must have been a bit boring since I’m older than you, right?”
On the way back home after the date, my aunt asked, and I shook my head quietly.
“It was, um, fun.”
That wasn’t a lie.
Roaming around with Aunt Shia was tiring, but it was thoroughly enjoyable.
Knowing that my aunt, aware of my dislike for going out, made an effort to accommodate me.
At the cinema, she deliberately chose a couple’s seat, and the cafe we went to right after the movie was one Aunt had reserved in advance yesterday.
I could feel Aunt Shia’s thoughtfulness everywhere, like the restaurant or arcade, making it impossible not to have fun.
“I have a broadcast to do soon, but I wonder if we overdid it.”
“I-I’m fine.”
“Mina can manage, but Aunt is getting older, so it’s tough for me….”
Oops….
Now that I think about it, I had planned to do a game broadcast with my aunt tonight.
But since Aunt is tired…
“Uh, um… w-what do I do? W-we could just skip tonight’s broadcast…?”
“…Puhaha! Just kidding! Our Mina is so naive, aren’t you?”
“Eh?”
As Aunt Shia placed her hand on my head, I couldn’t help but think about how the person who drugs someone isn’t the bad one…
I shot Aunt Shia a glare, but she just chuckled softly.
“Anyway, I’m really glad that you had fun, Mina. It was worth all my effort.”
…Well, if it weren’t for this skirt, it would’ve been perfect.
I silently vowed to seal this skirt away once I got home today.
“Let’s hang out like this again next time, Mina.”
“…Yes.”
Aunt’s touch was still gentle.
And that touch was telling me that, for now, it’s okay for me to just play around and think slowly.
I only thought I was out and about, but to hit me with such a wave at the end…
I realized that true adults are on a completely different level…
★
[Kayanoh Mina: I hate you, sister.]
[Kayanoh Yuki: …Eh?]
[Kayanoh Yuki: Huh? (｡•́︿•̀｡)]
[Kayanoh Mina: I really do hate you.]
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