Common Sense at a Friend's House (3)
"Ughhh…."
An unfamiliar ceiling. But the idea that this place felt way safer than my familiar one was a joke I couldn't laugh at. I cracked open my crusty eyes and glanced around. Geon-yul was already bustling about, getting ready to head out.
"Yawn, what the hell. Why're you up so early?"
"'Cause dealing with you would be a pain in the ass. I'm almost done here, so get your lazy butt moving too."
"Whiiiine… It's the weekend, lemme sleep a bit moreee…."
"Should've quit that damn game earlier and gone to bed like a normal person."
I glared at him, wrapped up tight in the blanket like a burrito.
"Couldn't help it. I needed a few more rounds to get used to this body. You wouldn't get it—everything's off. My eye level's lower, my hands are smaller, it's all weird and awkward."
"Thinks he's some pro gamer, you trashy noob."
"What? Fuck off, silver and bronze are all the same shit anyway."
"Yeah, right."
I huffed, ready to snap back, but gave up. Too lazy to sit up, and more than that, my body felt heavy. Come to think of it, I hadn't eaten anything. My stomach growled loud enough to hear.
"Hungry?"
"…Yeah."
"I had some ramen earlier, so grab a cup noodle. I'll set it up while you wash up."
"Aw, look at you, playing host."
"Yesterday when you said you weren't eating 'cause gaming was too much hassle, I thought you were fucking insane. Skipping breakfast too? What the…."
"Shut up, shut up~ No nagging. Hurry up and get out here. I gotta pee bad."
Now that I thought about it, yeah. What the hell was I thinking? Aside from that ice cream, I'd basically fasted all day.
After Geon-yul finished getting ready and stepped out, I stumbled into the bathroom. First things first, I yanked down my panties and plopped onto the toilet. No way was I even trying to stand and pee. That just looked weirder. I'd spent the whole day terrified of peeing as a girl, avoiding sitting down, but now I couldn't hold it anymore. Last night, I'd ignored the discomfort and crashed anyway, so I was at my limit.
—Splishhhh….
The second I relaxed my lower belly and warm liquid trickled out from my urethra, I jolted. The peeing sound was insanely loud. Yesterday, even the muffled moan when I pulled out the plug must've been audible outside. No way this waterfall roar went unnoticed.
"Ugh, uuu…."
It wasn't just because I was a girl now. Back home, I'd always aim at the wall instead of the water to muffle the sound at other people's places. But sitting meant no aiming, and as a total noob at girl-peeing, everything sucked. Spreading my legs to peek was awkward, the sound was huge, and after holding it so long, the stream wouldn't stop….
—Splashhhh♪ Lalala♬
Suddenly, loud music blared from outside. Geon-yul had cranked up a song on the speaker, no headphones. In this thin-walled studio? What the fuck? Then it hit me.
"Ah."
He was covering for me. …Should I thank him? It wasn't like he was treating me special as a girl—just helping out a bro. Fair enough. Dude's got instincts. Even as fellow solos, there was a subtle difference. Guess there's levels to singledom. Who knew.
Once the stream finally stopped, I was too scared to touch down there myself, so I barely grazed it with TP and pulled up my panties and pants. Time for ramen.
"Oh, right."
I came in here to wash up. My long hair was a total mess from sleep, strands in my mouth, covering my eyes. I stripped down completely, but staring at my reflection still felt weird, laced with some vague guilt.
"Hmm."
Guilt's guilt, curiosity's curiosity. Couldn't resist. I cupped the huge lumps on my chest with both hands. Wild. This D-cup? Yesterday morning, debating the bra, I'd glimpsed the label—my size exactly. Forgot the number, but D was burned in.
"Not bad… at all."
I lifted and dropped them blankly, even jumped in place to watch them jiggle. Hurt like hell, so I stopped quick, but it was kinda fun.
"What about down there?"
I almost poked a finger, then stopped. Not my room, friend's place—what was I doing? Even if just curiosity, bad manners. Exploration time over. Focus on showering.
Washing my hair was the worst. Why so long? I toweled off roughly and emerged to find the cup ramen steaming on the table. Hair still damp, I plopped down and grabbed chopsticks.
Slurp, slurp.
Even in this fucked-up world, cup ramen tasted the same. Touching.
"Hey, hey. Dry your hair. Water's dripping everywhere."
"Drying hair is such a pain in the ass…."
"Sigh, want help?"
"Hell yeah. This hair's annoying as fuck. Maybe swing by a salon midday and chop it all off."
"No way!"
Casual toss-out, but Geon-yul freaked. My chopsticks froze mid-noodle-lift, eyes wide as I whipped around. He looked shocked too, mid-blow-dry on my hair from behind.
"I-I mean, uh. If you cut your hair and suddenly act all un-common sense by this world's standards, you'll draw suspicion. Heard lots of cases got busted that way."
"Oh, fair. Can't be helped then."
Damn reasonable. I nodded without thinking. Life on the line—hair drying ain't the issue. If I could act perfect like him, sure, but I wasn't confident in flawless improv 24/7.
"What about clothes?"
"Clothes? These should be fine, right?"
"Well… you gotta wear the tail from now on."
"Oh, not just at school, huh."
The tail. Totally forgot. No pants then… Depressing again. Lifetime no-panties under skirts? Bitch panties exist, but still for under uniform skirts.
"Not impossible. There's bitch pants like the panties, but nothing special—just a tail hole."
"Oh, so we can DIY?"
"Scissors'll do. Gimme those."
Ramen done, hair dry, I climbed onto the bed, stripped panties and pants under the covers, and handed them over. He grabbed the pants, snipped a tail hole no problem. Guy had DIY clothes experience; round hole's simple but tricky.
"Looks weird held up, but wearing it'll be better. Tail pokes through, no butt or panty flashes. Nice, right?"
"Told ya. Cut the panties too."
"Yeah… wait!"
The second he snatched and unfolded my panties, something flashed in my brain. I lunged, too late.
"Ah."
"D-don't look…."
"But I can't cut without looking…."
"Close your eyes and do it! You can!"
I cursed post-pee me. Why not wipe properly? Scared to touch, one shitty swipe—what was that? Bright yellow stain on white panties screamed. Showing anyone the crotch, let alone this fast? Mortifying.
"…Cough!"
"Don't sniff! Don't breathe through your nose! Hold it!"
"B-but…."
"Aaaah! Gimme! I'll do it!"
"Your hand-eye coordination sucks. Lemme handle it…."
"Ughhhh…."
Yesterday's entrance ceremony, mom's call with Geon-yul—leaked a bit each time. Worn all day, even sleeping. Piss and pussy funk guaranteed. What humiliation kink is this? And why's he tugging my top down with his other hand to peek at my zipper…!
Reform done, I pounced like a wildcat, snatching them under the covers. Dressed hidden, bolted to the bathroom with lube and that cursed tail plug.
"Huff, huff…."
Swallowed rage and shame, dropped pants and panties, slathered gel wide on my asshole. At least nothing worse today. Silver lining? Squatting, spread, positioned the plug. Walked with it yesterday—should slip in easy. Haha, dodged a bullet. Begging him again? I'd bite my tongue and die.
Just slide it in….
"…Huh?"
My hand trembled gripping it.
"Why… won't it go in?"
***
I panicked. Okay, a lot. Wasn't on purpose. Pure intentions—hole in her panties and pants for easy tail. Bitch life meant mandatory tail. Alone, no issue, but outside? Eyes everywhere. Helped her out, no biggie.
"Mm."
Still lingered in my nose. Not great—sourish, faint piss whiff from the yellow stain, poorly wiped post-pee. But it got me hard. Why? Am I into this? She'd be mortified, and I was confused too. Never thought girl's scent would rev me. Yesterday was obvious, but this? Messed up. Good thing clothes hid the boner. Hope she didn't notice.
But….
"Why isn't she out yet?"
Unease crept up. Faint struggling sounds from inside, but no results. Not again… today too?
Creak.
Door cracked, Chae-a's face peeked. Predictably flushed, teary. Avoided my eyes, stared at floor, licked lips nervously. Finally spoke.
"Geon-yulll."
Trembling voice, on the verge. Fuck, stirring again.
"Y-yeah? Spit it out. Need help?"
No need for polite here. No onlookers. I watched her hang her head, shaking with shame.
"It… won't go in good… Help a bit, like yesterday."
I didn't hesitate.
"Got it. Turn around."
Cracking knuckles, I approached. Amid grinding sounds and soft moans echoing softly in the bathroom, soon a cute black dog tail swished from her pant waist.