The Yuri Trio's Makeover Assault
You guys are really the worst. It's been four days since Dana and Alicia had that fight. Neither of them apologized to the other right up until the end. How much bad blood is there between you two? But here's the unexpected part—there haven't been any more fights since then. For me, stuck in the middle and unable to take sides with either one, that was a huge relief. Things around us settled back into peace surprisingly easily. Honestly, with personalities like theirs—stubborn as hell, neither one backing down easily—I figured they'd clash again the moment their eyes met. Kinda threw me off. Why aren't you fighting? Don't torment me like this—shouldn't you at least bicker about me hanging around or something? Not that I want that, of course.
I wheedled it out of Dana after buttering her up like crazy, and that's when I got the reason: "I hate her."
"Aigoo..."
"But I hate the idea of you being alone even more."
"R-Really?"
That's pretty much what she said. With Dana not poking at her, Alicia didn't seem interested in stirring up trouble either. I worried they might've decided to just pretend the other didn't exist and ignore each other completely, but nope, that wasn't it. Did they actually bond over fighting or something? The one change was that, the second they stepped into the classroom, they'd always end up hovering by my side whenever they got the chance, like they were watching each other.
Yeah. That's the problem. I need to observe the girls, but they're always bugging me right there next to me...! And it's suffocating. Sure, they're not fighting anymore, but sandwiched between two girls who clearly still can't stand each other—what the hell is this? And to make matters worse, the girls tormenting me aren't just those two. Serina too.
After hanging out a few times, she acts like that gives her free rein, grabbing my hands out of nowhere whenever she feels like it. Hngaaah... Are all girls like this? I have no idea... More than that, stop shoving homemade snacks at me every time I even look a little teary-eyed. They're delicious, sure...!
Those three stand out as the prettiest in the class, drawing eyes wherever they go, so even my old pastime of casually observing the class's yuri moments is turning into a minefield of obstacles. My life's joy is just... fading away. Depressing. Lilbyung is depressed...!
I should've shaken them off ages ago. Whether it was the classroom piss fountain show or dumping all the cookies in the trash—I should've made a clean break back then. Now the timing's completely shot...
Anyway, a month into school, a new group formed in the class. Namely, the "Yuri Bishoujo Trio Minus Me." ...Yeah, I know the naming sucks. But nothing describes it better. And that's ending today. I've hit my limit. I'm gonna die like this. My blood yuri concentration is approaching zero. If I don't get a yuri transfusion right now, I might actually croak. So I made up my mind. Time to escape this absurd group...!
"U-Um, guys... You don't have to hang out with me anymore..."
When the moment came, it felt cringey and I lacked the guts, so I mumbled it super tiny. Not sure if they even heard.
"Huh?"
Serina, closest to me, must've caught it.
"Hang out? Why? If anything, I'm the one clinging to you. Same with Dana and Alicia."
"But your reputations..."
"...Reputations?"
I brought it up myself, but damn, it sounded solid. Reputations matter. Especially among girls. In this little society, picking friends that match your status isn't just virtue—it's required curriculum. What a joke. It's just school. Someone might say that, but that's how I see it. Guys love ranking themselves, sure, but they can still cram under the "friends" label somehow. Girls' world? Total warzone. Sneaky as hell, guns-blazing invisible battles you can't even spot.
Eh, not very yuri talk. Point is, I even love girls like that. Lily, pansexual for yuri only. Sounds cool even to me...!
Ah, not the point. My logic was: I'm dragging down your reps, so stop hanging with me. That's as far as I'd thought, so I kept going.
"For starters, I'm ugly..."
"Lily? You just don't doll up, but I think you're pretty."
"...Th-Thanks...?"
Ah. That's when I realized I'd picked the wrong target. No point arguing with endlessly sweet Serina, who only sees the good in people.
"Lily. Wanna doll up then?"
"Huh?"
"You look kinda down."
"Not at all. Seriously not...?"
People can be a little plain-looking, sure—why mope over that? I don't even think I'm ugly. Just average. Hell, compared to you three, most girls are total scrubs anyway. Cut me some slack as the normie stuck between yuri geniuses. Bonus points if you factor in TS girl too.
"Doll up?"
"What's going on?"
You two were ignoring me this whole time for your staring contest, but one word about dolling up and you pounce... I felt like spitting fire. Graaaah...!
"No, that's not—"
"Lily wants to get pretty!"
"No, I don't?!"
What good's prettiness to a lowly TS girl like me? I like myself like this. Gotta stay ninja-invisible, lurking for girls rubbing their pussies together—flashy looks are a hard pass. Eek, don't grab me. No weird makeup...!
"Look, I'm the one tanking your reps, okay? Rumors are flying that you use a loser like me as your maid or whatever. Gah, I don't wanna be between you guys... Hey, are you listening...?"
"Yeah. Gotta make you pretty, Lily!"
Wrong. Words aren't getting through...
... ... ...
"Should've said so sooner. Thought you weren't interested."
"That bangs-in-your-eyes thing isn't annoying? Plus, you look kinda creepy."
"It's fine. Lily's cute even when she's creepy."
"Ugh, so I am creepy...?"
"Still, let's cut it? Or side-swept might be cuter?"
"Saw her doing nails last time too."
"Makeup too."
Makeup my ass—what's wrong with you? How's this different from clowns slathering rainbow crap on their faces? Fine, skin care I get, but eye makeup, shading, manicures? Way over the line. You trying to reincarnate me as a clown instead of TS girl...?!
And that whole "you'd be pretty if you dolled up" cliché tastes good, but for me? Doubt it. Total waste of time. Spend it flirting with each other instead, please.
"Don't yap. Makeup won't stick anyway."
"Danaaa. Why you too...?"
"Don't wanna go overboard myself. But you gotta look at least a little human, right?"
"W-Was it that bad...?"
"Yeah. Ever since you grew your hair back out."
Kaboom. Lilbyung was subhuman all this time... "Look human" echoes in my ears on loop, crushing my will to resist. I go limp, letting them puppet me...
... ... ...
And the finished product—
"Wait, hold on, is this... me...?"
"Cute."
"Cute."
"...Cute."
Don't bond over something stupid like this with unanimous agreement! I peered into the mirror they shoved at me after the primping. And straight-up recoiled in horror.
A stupid-looking girl who makes me wanna slap her greets me. Looks aside—fine. It's the hair. Specifically, the style...
"What're the handles for...?"
Magical girl? Twintails—what the hell. I've never rocked a hairstyle this embarrassing, not even as a kid...!
"Don't undo 'em. You'll get scolded?"
".........F-Fine."
Pink-haired, pink-eyed big-tits girl's twintails? Might as well parade around yelling I'm a total slut begging to get laid. Shameless, trashy look on purpose, just to bask in the filthy talk—the kind of masochist shit only a degenerate would pull. Unless it's for grabbing the handles and making someone slurp your pussy, no one does hair like this. Yuri logic!
They forced up my barely neck-length hair, so the short twin tails look extra mortifying. Kill me. Bite my tongue and die. So embarrassing. Can't you see the other girls snickering?! Or did you do this on purpose to humiliate me...!
"Y-You guys... are really the worst..."
Humiliation chokes my throat, voice coming out all wilted. Don't look at my teary face like you wanna torment me more...!
I'm at my limit—about to pass out from shame. Actually, I do. Blackout.