Chapter 5: Bath

Though embarrassing, the surest method was to ask my sister—now my older sister—for help. Women would know best how to handle a woman’s body.

The only women I knew were my mother and sister. Asking my mother felt too inappropriate, too childish.

Showing my body to my sister was also mortifying, but I still hadn’t fully processed the reality of my changed body.

And I felt it was safer to let my sister help.

Having reached this decision, I steeled myself and walked to my sister’s room. To avoid a repeat of last time’s disaster, I knocked politely and waited for a response.

“Sister…?…”

Fortunately, she must have heard my anxious voice, as I heard her reply from inside.

“What?”

Taking her response as permission, I carefully opened the door and peeked inside.

She was already ready for bed, comfortably sitting on the bed in her pajamas.

I hesitated, feeling that I might be imposing. It might be too much to ask…

If I were my sister, I’d be trying to relax before bed. What would I think if my sibling suddenly asked for help with something inconvenient? Probably give them the finger.

Even if not, my rest would be interrupted, which would be annoying.

I briefly considered turning back. Honestly, even I thought it was a bad idea.

However, I also entertained the possibility that sharing a bath could bring us closer, solidifying our sisterly bond.

And, as a man, I hadn’t known, but perhaps sisters bath together regularly?

While I indulged in wishful thinking, I realized it sounded ridiculous.

Unable to decide, I hesitated in the doorway when my sister spoke.

“Jia?”

Her voice spurred me to speak.

“Sister… could you… help me shower…?”

The words were out, and a wave of intense embarrassment washed over me. What am I doing? I felt ridiculous.

My face was undoubtedly blazing red. I touched my face, feeling the heat.

Waiting for her answer, I used my hand to cool my face, noticing the sudden silence. Had I asked something outrageous?

Lowering my hand, I saw my sister looked dazed, almost drugged.

Her eyes were vacant, devoid of life; it was unnerving. And her fidgeting hands…

For some reason, I felt threatened, and instinctively took a step back. My gut told me I would be in danger if I stayed.

“Si…Sister…?”

My voice trembled. But my sister remained motionless, and I was genuinely scared. It wasn’t a joke anymore.

“Sister!!!”

Overwhelmed by anxiety, I shouted. I hadn’t intended to, and immediately covered my mouth with both hands.

“Uh…? Y…yes. Jia, what did you say?”

Thankfully, my scream seemed to snap her out of it. Her clouded eyes returned to their usual clarity.

She looked confused, clearly not having heard me. I’d thought a single, clear statement would suffice. Her not hearing me made me frustrated, and I puffed out my cheeks.

Trying again felt even more embarrassing. I wondered if she was playing a prank, but her expression showed she hadn’t heard.

Oh well. The person who needs something more has to compromise.

“So… could you help me shower, sister?”

I spoke slowly and distinctly, to ensure she heard this time. She let out a small moan, clearly understanding.

Hoping for a positive answer, I looked at her. Having grown shorter after the transformation, I had to look up at her.

My neck was starting to ache; I needed an answer. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded.

“Alright… it’s not difficult to bath you, Jia. It’ll bring back memories.”

Things seemed to be going smoothly, and I felt relieved. All I had to do was endure the embarrassment.

“But why suddenly? You never did this even when you were a child; why ask for help now?”

Scratch that. Things weren’t going smoothly. She’d struck a nerve.

What should I say? Sister, I was actually a man, but my gender changed, and I don’t know how to shower. Please help? Should I say something like that?

I knew one thing for sure: if I said that, she’d tell Mom about my mental state, and Mom would send me to a mental hospital.

Then I’d have a miserable existence in a mental institution. I definitely didn’t want that. I’ve had enough bad endings in my life as a man.

“Uh… uhm… It’s getting late. Let’s shower quickly!”

Unable to explain, I mumbled and grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the bathroom.

I could see from her expression that she hadn’t expected this.

But I’m sorry. This was the best option. Telling the truth would land me in a mental hospital.

I rationalized my actions as I dragged her to the bathroom. Our house was a single-parent household, but we were well-off, so the bathroom was large.

Big enough for two. But once inside, I didn’t know what to do.

My uncertain expression created an awkward silence.

My sister, visibly uncomfortable with this atmosphere, took my hand and said… no, commanded:

“Undress.”

Her firm grip on my arm, her commanding tone, was more than enough to make me obey.

“Y…Yes…”

Intimidated, I quickly replied and began to undress slowly once she released my arm.

The plain white t-shirt, the dolphin shorts that initially felt strange but were now comfortable…

Once my outer clothes were off, only my underwear remained. I tried to remove my bra, but despite my struggles, it wouldn’t budge. What kind of design is this?

I had no choice but to ask for help. My sister glanced at me, sighed, and moved behind me.

“How have you been managing? Watch closely.”

She grasped the straps and effortlessly removed them in seconds.

What? How did she do that?

Before I could ask, my large, seemingly soft breasts sprang forth.

I expected my face to flush… but surprisingly, I felt fine. It didn’t feel sexual; it was like looking at ordinary fatty tissue.

But that hairless, pale flesh looked incredibly inviting to the touch. Not sexually, but I just wanted to press on it.

Having finished my emotionless assessment of my body and removed the rest of my clothes, I looked at my sister. She ignored me, focusing on filling the bathtub.

A mischievous thought struck me, and I hugged her from behind. I blurted out a question that had been bothering me.

“Sister, aren’t you showering?”

Her surprise was evident.

“I… I’ve already showered… I came to help you…”

I felt bad for just accepting her help while she was already dressed for bed, but it was I who’d half-forced her, so I suppressed my guilt.

The tub was full; she guided me inside.

The water was incredibly warm. As my body softened, she touched my body, exploring various parts.

“Th-this… this is absolutely not out of personal desire! Don’t misunderstand!”

She emphasized her lack of impure intentions. I hadn’t said anything, yet she felt compelled to explain herself.

Is it normal to be touched while in the tub? The question occurred to me, but I figured she’d know better, so I stayed quiet.

After further exploration, she gently sprayed warm water over my body. The sensation was entirely new and delightful.

“Mmm…”

It felt incredibly relaxing and soothing. She was clearly experienced, much better than I imagined. My mind felt hazy as my body relaxed.

“Mmm…”

My thoughts grew muddled; my eyes kept fluttering shut. I grabbed her hand as she attempted to pull away, startled by my moan.

I rubbed her hand against my cheek, feeling the warmth.

“Hehe… Your hands are warm… nice…”

“…Haaahk!”

I heard a gasp from behind, but it was probably my imagination.

I needed to feel her touch for a little longer.