Common Sense at the Clothing Store (1)
Swish, swish. Standing in front of the mirror, I turned around, stuck out my butt, craned my neck to look back, and watched my tail wag. It wasn't just some ordinary tail plug—this one moved with my emotions or my will, which was truly magical. I was a liberal arts major back in the original world, so I didn't know much about it, but if they had the tech to make something like this, couldn't they just attach it to panties instead of an anal plug? Then there'd be no need to bother inserting and removing it all the time... Or maybe not.
"What're you staring at like that?"
"Gah, nothing."
Kang Geon-yul came out of the bathroom after washing his hands and caught me shaking my tail in front of the mirror. My tail shot straight up like a startled puppy's. Whoa, so that's what it does when I'm surprised?
"Got everything you need to grab? Let's head out then."
"Tail and headband..."
"Bitch collar!"
"Oh, right. Forgot the dog collar."
Some bitch owners always dragged their bitches around by the collar, even making them walk on all fours during outings, but I had zero intention of doing that. People should walk on two legs. How could anyone crawl on all fours? Their knees and palms would get all scraped up.
"Hmm, but seriously, is it really okay to wear clothes like this?"
"No problem. If you were staff, maybe, but as a customer, who's gonna say shit about a hoodie and Adidas track pants?"
"Still feels kinda iffy. It's gotta stand out compared to what normal women wear in this world."
"If anyone gives you crap, I'll just play the bitch owner card, so no worries. You just watch your speech."
"Ugh, my speech..."
I could speak casually in Geon-yul's place since it was private, but outside? Absolutely forbidden. Casual speech to seem friendly was okay, but refusing sexual advances or saying anything against social norms could earn some nasty glares. Those glares from bystanders led straight to a social misfit verdict—which meant incineration.
"I might get a bit rough with my words outside too. You know, calling you 'pussy bitch' or 'bitch slut' or whatever. And I'll call you Chae-a, not Yoo Jin. It's all an act, so just roll with it."
"This is really just acting, right? I nearly pissed myself when I first saw you. How's acting that intense? You a former actor or something?"
"You do what you gotta to survive. You were pretty good at it yourself."
Me, acting? I don't remember doing much... Oh, wait—was he talking about yesterday's entrance ceremony?
"Don't even think about that. Keep dwelling on it, and you'll out yourself and get incinerated too."
"Eek, spare me!"
Geon-yul grinned mischievously, throwing both hands up in mock surrender. Annoying as hell, but I couldn't exactly hit him. My cotton-candy punches wouldn't dent that muscle monster anyway, and with me shrunken down, the height gap made it hard to even reach.
"...Around 17 centimeters? 18 maybe?"
"Huh? Outta nowhere?!"
At the entryway, I looked up at Geon-yul, then down, roughly gauging our height difference. I figured I was in the low 160s now, and he was always just over 180, so maybe 163 to his 181. I held my left hand out in front of me—right at my lower belly—and positioned my right a bit lower, adjusting the length, when my face suddenly scrunched up.
...Why the hell am I so tiny? Pisses me off.
"Wh-what's with suddenly measuring dicks...?"
"What're you freaking out about? Just gauging the height difference."
But why was this guy getting all flustered?
"17, 18... I think it's probably more than that..."
"Wait, really? You grew even bigger since before?!"
"O-of course I'm still growing! Probably?! I don't measure every day, and anyway, measuring that daily would be weird as fuck..."
"Hmm, or maybe I'm even smaller than I thought?"
"Huh? You're not just small—you're basically nonexis—"
His words cut off abruptly. I looked up, puzzled, and saw Geon-yul frozen stiff, sweating bullets. What the hell's his deal now?
"Even so, saying I have 'none at all' is rude. What am I, an amoeba? Height isn't everything. I'm still average female height, y'know."
"Ah, uh, yeah. Height difference. Got it..."
"Something's off with you. You okay?"
"I'm fine. Perfect. Let's go already."
He yanked the door open and bolted out. I crammed my feet into sneakers, hiked up the track pants a bit, and chased after him.
"Quit wagging that tail. It's distracting."
"...I'm not doing it on purpose."
"What, you that excited for an outing? Real dog behavior."
"Shut up."
On empty streets, we could chat like this casually. He seemed off when we left, but now he was back to normal. Glancing back at his words, yeah—my tail was wagging fast. Am I really that thrilled just to go out? I don't even know my own feelings, but having my tail broadcast if I'm happy, sad, or pissed to everyone? Kinda sucks. Sometimes you gotta hide emotions in life.
"Hey, speaking of tails, how'd you know about the entrance ceremony stuff ahead of time?"
"Huh? The tail giveaway or crawling on all fours?"
"Yeah. Crawling in line, fine, but most girls didn't even know why only the Bitch Class was left. No one knew about the tails or headbands. It wasn't some manga scene."
Even if Geon-yul researched a ton, how'd he know stuff the actual Bitch Class students didn't? People usually scour every bit of info before school starts. Sure, there are total no-prep types, but still—zero Bitch Class girls knowing about tail plugs? Felt off.
"How'd you know? ...Just searched the internet."
"What? For real?"
Geon-yul pulled out his phone, opened the search bar, and shoved it in my face. A flood of entrance ceremony info hit immediately—photos of Bitch Class girls crouched ridiculously, Onahole Class ones on dildo seats. Even posts certifying with pics, like "Inserted tails into bitch students' asses myself yesterday, just like Geon-yul."
"Y-you don't do this stuff, right? Like secretly snapping my pics...?"
"Obviously not. What do you take me for? And this post is years old."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
Lewd shots of uniformed students—yep, I was probably one yesterday. Felt embarrassing for no reason.
"So why doesn't anyone know if it's all out there? All women in this world no-prep types? Nah."
"Probably... searching for this kinda knowledge is basically forbidden for women."
"What?!"
Shocking, but it made sense on reflection. Back home, women weren't even taught to read once upon a time. If that carried over, it'd morph into denying internet skills to women.
"Excluding top school students, women's intelligence seems set low here. Government probably enforces it."
"How?"
"Feeds 'em diets, body management, aegyo compilations, cute baby/animal vids, recipes. Schools teach only smut."
"That's messed up..."
I loved history docs and fun facts, but here I'd have to fake interest in crap I didn't care about. Checked my phone's video app—yep, viewing history full of bitch-exclusive aegyo, cute babies, animals.
"Ridiculous. Who even likes this arctic fox healing crap...?"
Out of frustration and mild curiosity, I clicked. Looked boring as hell—why watch this?
Chae-a's tail swished back and forth. Pretty fast pace. She's walking with me but ignoring me, eyes glued to her phone screen like she'll bore holes in it.
"Hehe... Heehee..."
"That funny, huh?"
"Hey, check this out. It jumps! Like, boing!"
"Uh... yeah, it jumps."
A white fluffball on the screen. Arctic fox? Kinda cute up close, but not that cute like Chae-a's losing her mind over.
"You're so dried up emotionally. Isn't this adorable? Look! Round like a cotton ball, total baby vibes."
"You said it was boring earlier."
"That was... before I got it! Women watch this in secret? Unforgivable..."
"Doubt it was secret..."
Was gonna chat about random stuff on the way to the clothing store, but with her dangerously phone-staring while walking, that plan's toast. Can't even admit the fox is cute. Makes her look more annoying, eyes all heart-shaped. Those perky little ears piss me off, fluffy tail's ridiculous, jumping around? Meh.
"We're almost there. Put it away."
"W-wait! One minute left! Just finish this... hehe."
Staring at her: tiny hands clutching the phone, staring intently. Black puppy-ear headband, black Adidas track pants, black puppy tail poking out, wagging away.
"...Sigh."
This is cuter anyway. What arctic fox?