Women are Fickle

I couldn’t help but let out a wicked laugh.

The “[Yukinoshita Yukino is in Class]” joke actually comes from an old Soviet-era anecdote. If you substitute the characters into our school’s setting, it goes something like this:

One day, the art teacher asked us to draw a painting with the title “Yukinoshita Yukino is in Class,” with the goal of practicing how to draw a good bust portrait of a beautiful girl.

However, as the art teacher was walking around the classroom, he found that one student had drawn a picture of a man and a woman in bed. The teacher looked closely and saw that the woman wasn’t Yukino, so he asked the student, “Who is this woman you’ve drawn?”

The student replied truthfully, “She’s Yukino’s girlfriend.”

The teacher was stunned, then asked again, “And who is this man with her?”

The student replied, “He’s a boy from another class.”

“Then where is Yukinoshita Yukino?”

“Yukinoshita Yukino is in class.”

To be honest, using this joke on Yukino was just too perfect, even if the act itself wasn’t quite so perfect.

On the other end of the line, Black-sensei was also furious. “I asked you to write news headlines, not to tell me French and Soviet jokes! Get to my office right now and rewrite these headlines according to my requirements.”

With that, Black-sensei hung up, leaving a helpless Exusiai behind.

She dropped her shoulders and sighed. “I saw that all the video titles on Tw*tch are written like this, they’re very eye-catching. I didn’t think the teacher wouldn’t allow it.”

I reached out my small hand, which looked particularly delicate against my princess dress, and patted her shoulder. “After all, news headlines and video titles are different. Didn’t Black-sensei tell you to go see him? You should go.”

“But,” Exusiai put her phone back in her pocket, her eyes glancing at the gorgeous princess dress I was wearing, “this dress, do you know how to take it off?”

Being asked such a question by a girl so handsome she could charm both men and women made my face flush, and my voice involuntarily grew quieter, like the buzzing of a mosquito. “…I, I know how. You should go.”

“Hmm… even if you know how, but…” As Exusiai spoke, she suddenly took a step closer to me, pressing her soft cheek against the side of my face. As our temples brushed, her soft words, accompanied by the hot, moist air from her mouth, flowed into my ear. “But I want to…”

I don’t know if it was the ticklish, moist air in my ear or Exusiai’s words themselves, but my face instantly turned red, and my little heart started pounding. Her simple words made me a little dizzy.

I gently hugged her slender, soft waist and whispered to her from an intimate distance, “Black-sensei told you to go see him. If you make him wait, he’ll get angry again. W-we can do it next time…”

As I spoke, I was too embarrassed to look at Exusiai, so I turned my face away. My eyes caught our reflection in the mirror. In that clear, fairy-tale-like mirror, a slender and beautiful princess was gently holding a crimson-haired beauty in her arms. It was impossible to tell if the crimson-haired beauty was her maid, her knight, or her prince. Just this one image in the mirror could spark countless shameless, fairy-tale-like love stories in anyone’s mind.

Exusiai’s soft cheek gently rubbed against mine, the sensation incredibly delicate and warm. Her previously disappointed tone became cheerful again because of my words.

She whispered, “Okay, it’s a promise~”

Her thin little hand, as if holding the most precious treasure, gave my princess-dress-clad waist a gentle squeeze. Then she waved goodbye to Rei and bounced away.

Only then did I notice Rei was still there!

If you were to ask what could possibly be more terrifying than being lovey-dovey with another girl in front of the girl you like, it would have to be being lovey-dovey with another man in front of the girl you like.

Fortunately, Rei still had that clever, gremlin-like, cute look on her face, and didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with two girls being so intimate.

So are you girls all this gay with each other on a daily basis?!

I request a transfer to the girls’ dorm!

Wait, aren’t I already there?!

Rei scrolled through the photos she had taken on her phone, then looked up at me with her big eyes. “I just took a lot of pictures of you, and they’re all beautiful. Can I post them on the school’s official website forum to promote our play?”

She batted her big eyes at me expectantly.

My first reaction was, of course, to refuse. A tough guy, a true man of iron-will like me, having shameful pictures of myself in a dress posted on the school’s official website for thousands of students to see… just thinking about it… just thinking about it was actually a little exciting?

Ahem… to be honest, even if I don’t post them now, once the play is performed, people will take pictures and post them anyway. It’s going to happen sooner or later, s-so there’s no need to refuse, right?

As a man of iron-will and heart as wide as the sea, I crossed my arms in front of my padded chest, nodded very dominantly, and said to the eagerly waiting Rei, “No problem, post them… but you should probably photoshop them a bit first, make me look prettier!”

See, what a true man’s response!

#You probably have some misunderstanding of what a true man is.#

Hearing me agree, Rei immediately nodded happily, her twin-tails swaying. She giggled and said, “Don’t worry, you’re already perfect. Even without photoshop, you’ll become the dream lover of many, many boys~”

Who wants to be the dream lover of those smelly boys?!

#Just a moment ago you were calling yourself a true man, and now you’re calling other guys smelly boys. Women are so fickle.#

Rei moved two chairs over from the changing room. We sat down, huddled in front of her phone, and looked at the photos she was selecting. We were sitting very close, a distance that would never happen between ordinary male and female classmates. In fact, even before my transformation, I had been this close with her, which was why some uninformed classmates thought we were dating. But now, in the eyes of others, this scene would just look like two best friends from the dance club huddled together, talking about girly things.

This transformation, as dream-like as it sounds, had really made me lose a lot.

After selecting the photos, Rei explained the script of Snow White to me. Her script was not much different from the original, except that Snow White was made a little more assertive. She made Snow White no longer a character who was constantly bullied and could only rely on men, but one who, as a literal juggernaut, killed all the dwarfs, the witch, the prince, the evil queen, and the king, and finally became the queen herself.

How is that “not much different from the original”?!

And what’s this about [When the prince, who has a strange preference for corpses, kisses her lips, Snow White suddenly shoots a decaying Avada Kedavra curse from her mouth, killing the corpse-desecrating prince on the spot]?!

Is this Snow—Voldemort—White??

Fortunately, Rei said that this script had not yet been reviewed by the teacher in charge. I hope this review never passes, otherwise, I’ll have to start practicing how to cast the Killing Curse from my mouth.