Shower
“Eek...!”
Three digits on my first stream? Is this for real? Sure, it was inflated by the gallery doxxing my location, but even if I could retain half—no, a quarter of them, that’d be a smashing success for my streaming career.
“That happy about it?”
“Yeah? Yeah!”
Noona was in a good mood too, stroking my hair while laughing along with me. Getting petted like this felt so good—who knew? Back in the day, that little sister probably secretly loved it too, even if she always grumbled about it.
Wait, hold up. Why was I so naturally accepting of being petted?
Back when I was guy Seo Ha-yoon, I’d patted heads like this plenty of times, but I’d never been on the receiving end. Yet now, my body was reacting on its own, nuzzling into Noona’s hand like a cat.
“H-hey, Noona! You can stop petting now!”
“Why? Don’t you like it?”
It wasn’t that I disliked it—too much liking it was the problem. Every stroke made it feel like my old male self was fading away, like I’d end up remodeled into the perfect little sister down to my bones.
“Urgh...!”
Before things got weirder, I pulled my head back and escaped her hand. Noona swished her fingers through the empty air where my head had been, looking disappointed, but I ignored it and stood up.
“Food! Let’s go eat!”
“Got it. What do you want?”
“Hmm...”
What to eat? Something hot and hearty like gukbap since it’s winter? Or spicy pork stir-fry from that Korean place I went to every day for three years? Or maybe...
“How about mala tang again?”
“Huh?”
“You always came up to my place and we’d grab mala tang before you headed out.”
Did I...? Yeah, that sounded familiar.
Sis started living alone when she was 18, and I got into the same university as her, so I could too... right? Plus, memories flooded back of rushing to her place after classes every day, stuffing myself with mala tang, and soaking up all the doting from her friends.
“Yoon-ah? What’s up, zoning out like that?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing! Mala tang sounds great! Let’s go!”
I tried to play it cool and headed for the door, but Noona, still sitting on the bed, grabbed my wrist and tilted her head.
“What’re you doing?”
“Huh?”
“You’re going out like that? You got up and didn’t even wash, did you? Go shower quick.”
Her words made me look down at myself properly. Cute pink pajamas, and I could feel my hair was a total mess without even checking. At least I’d splashed water on my face this morning to verify if it was a dream, so no eye boogers—small mercies.
If this were guy Seo Ha-yoon, I’d slap on a cap for the bedhead, mask for the unwashed face, and go grab that pork stir-fry. But now? Noona would chew me out for sure.
“Ah, ahaha... Be right back after I wash up!”
She nodded and let go of my wrist. I dashed into the bathroom, stared in the mirror, and patted my face.
“Still can’t get used to this... Anyway, how do I even shower?”
Closing my eyes brought back memories of how I used to do it, but like the difference between watching porn and doing the deed, the subtle gap made me cringe with embarrassment.
“Hoo, eek...!”
Couldn’t stall forever, so eyes shut, I let out a weird yelp and stripped off the pajamas.
- Swish
The sound of fabric peeling away came with a heavy jiggle that hit way too hard. No doubt it was my bare chest bouncing.
Wait, does that mean I streamed without underwear?
My face burned like crazy at the thought. If this were a cam show instead of VTuber, wouldn’t it have gotten banned on day one?
“Yoon-ah? No water running—bug in there or something?”
“N-no! Showering now!”
Any more thinking and I’d die of shame, so I shoved the thoughts aside, stripped fully, rushed to the showerhead, and turned on the water. The lukewarm stream cooled my flushed face a bit, but the skin under my fingertips still felt alien.
“Hngh, this is driving me nuts...”
Every time the soapy loofah—slippery with body wash—touched me, I flinched reflexively. Keep this up and I’d lose my mind. If only my chest were smaller, maybe I could endure, but these pointless fat lumps sent goosebumps rippling every time water hit them.
“Kuh...!”
I soaped up and rinsed fast, but weird sensations kept drawing out strange yelps the whole time.
***
I burned through it all in a white-hot blur. Never thought my first time would go down like this.
“Haa...”
Wrapped in a couple towels, staring blankly at the mirror, all I could do was sigh. At least halfway through, I adapted enough that the weird yelps stopped—thank god.
Otherwise, Noona outside or the neighbors might’ve thought I was up to something weird. Speaking of, I forgot clean clothes and underwear... What now? After agonizing, I gripped the doorknob, swallowed hard, and cracked the door open cautiously.
“U-um, Noona...”
“What? All done?”
“Uh, I forgot to grab underwear and clothes...”
She chuckled like it was adorable and nodded.
“Got it, I’ll bring ’em.”
“Th-thanks.”
Her casually fetching clothes suggested this body’s owner pulled this stunt often. Soon, she passed a bundle of clothes and undies through the door crack.
“Here, it’s cold—hurry and change, then come out.”
“Y-yeah. Thanks.”
I took them carefully, shut the door, and sighed. How did I end up in this mess? Tears pricked my eyes a little.
“Haa... Now what about this.”
Hoodie and pants? Fine. But the underwear at the bottom... Panties I could manage, but the bra underneath? That seemed tricky.
“...Maybe skip it? It’s just to the local mala tang spot, and the hoodie’s thick—no one’ll notice, right? Yeah, should be fine.”
Self-convinced, I started dressing slowly. Panties under the towel first, then yank the baggy hoodie over my head. Finally, drop the towel!
“Perfect...”
This way, no seeing bare skin while dressing. Genius, me—I grabbed the knob to head out.
- Jiggle
“Eek...!”
A weird sound effect hit with a tiny yelp. Thought I could skip it, but even slight movement made them assert themselves with heavy swaying—I couldn’t walk. And the hoodie’s rough fabric brushing sensitive spots had every hair on my body standing on end.
“Hoo... For real.”
In the end, tears in my eyes, I grabbed the bra from the hook, shoved my hands under the hoodie, and struggled.
- Click
The hooks latched, and sage mode washed over me. Never imagined I’d clasp a bra on myself. And my body remembered it all too well—the strap adjustments, cupping everything—just way too naturally. My head throbbed a bit.
“Yoon-ah? We’ll be late if we don’t head out soon.”
“Y-yeah. Coming.”
I shyly opened the door. Noona waited, holding her puffer jacket in one hand. Her other hand petted my hair, her gaze all cute and fond, tickling something deep inside.
“Hair’s still wet? You’ll freeze.”
“Oh, uh... Didn’t wanna take too long.”
“Still gotta dry it—ruins the ends. C’mere, I’ll dry it for you. Been a while.”
She sat me on the bed, grabbed the hairdryer from the corner, and dried my hair like a pro.
- Vrrr
“Really been a while, huh?”
“Yeah...”
“A while” my ass—it was my first, but my body nodded on reflex, mood lifting. The warm air and her touch had my eyes drooping before I knew it.
“Sleepy from the warmth?”
“N-no!”
“Really?”
Even as I denied it, she petted me like soothing a kid. Felt infantilizing, but weirdly not bad.
“There, all dry. Let’s go.”
The dryer and her hands stopped—kinda disappointing, probably just my imagination. I nodded, swallowing the feeling.
“Yeah. Let’s hurry.”
“Cold out—put on a puffer too.”
She draped one over my shoulders as I stood, watching till I zipped it to my chin. Then she offered her hand.
“Shall we?”
Hold hands? This treatment was so new, super awkward...
“Yeah.”
But my body followed instinct, taking her hand. We slipped on sneakers by the door and stepped out. Glancing at the shoe rack, seeing my Jordans and Adioses swapped for plain sneakers and girly Ugg boots stung a bit. But hey, at least my PC gear was safe.
Ugh, damn... I had limited editions too.