I Did Shoot Plenty of Water Guns Yesterday
The golden rule of TS.
The guys you were close with start seeing you as the opposite sex the moment you become a woman.
Since the world itself had been rewritten, I'd presumably been an opposite-sex friend to them from the start — so the circumstances were a little different. But the way it felt to me was hardly any different at all.
Having lived it… this is pretty fucking awful…
The way they looked at me with those oddly soft, rounded gazes, or the way their mouths shaped a smiling What's wrong? the second our eyes met — I couldn't stand to watch it with my eyes open.
It was a whole different dimension of revulsion from the resistance I'd felt looking at Euna's dick.
Just the fact that the girl I liked had a dick attached to her had already been a serious mental strain. But compared to the fear this gave me, that had been nothing but a childish tantrum.
A pretty girl having a dick. The girl I liked having a dick. That much, I could live with just fine.
I could feel the resistance I'd been papering over with momentum, alcohol, and the feeling called love vanish in an instant.
Thank god the genre was futanari yuri. If this had just been an ordinary ultra-fast female-lead story…
Even thinking about it gave me chills.
A girl with a dick is better than a guy with a dick. Yeah…
"Something wrong? You've been zoning out…"
"…No. Nothing."
Back when I was a guy, a friend putting on a "sweet" voice had just been endlessly cringey and kind of funny. The second that voice got aimed at me, the whole story changed.
I suppose you could call it a crisis of chastity — just in a different sense from Euna. If Euna was WWE, these guys were UFC.
My heart was hammering so hard I could barely hear the presentations going on ahead of us.
"Hey. Snap out of it. We're up soon."
"If you're struggling, you wanna just sit this one out? I'll cover for you somehow."
"…I'm fine."
At the same time, I felt unsettled in all sorts of ways.
The moment I became a "woman," I'd had something like sex with the person I liked and ended up dating her. The guys I'd been reasonably close with were being so kind to the "woman" version of me that it was oppressive.
It might have been overthinking, but I also felt like my life as a man was being denied.
The joy of having gone TS alone wasn't enough to paper over that bitterness.
When I let out a heavy sigh, the three of them must have taken it for nerves — their expressions softened into something faintly pitying.
Well. One of them just looked like he wasn't thinking anything at all.
This bitic bastard.
…Tch. Am I just being too sensitive about this?
Looking at him, I started to wonder if I was simply overreacting.
Thinking about it calmly, opposite-sex friends always carried a certain carefulness with each other. You couldn't treat them exactly the same as same-sex friends — not unless the distance had narrowed as much as it had between me and Euna.
And besides, this was the first real social contact I'd had since becoming a woman.
Euna's the exception…
Because my relationship with her had progressed so far, I hadn't had the bandwidth to notice the little things — but the unconscious part of me had apparently been a different story.
Honestly, this is exactly the kind of mindset a day-two TS girl would have.
Saying that after ultra-fast female-leading my way into taking Euna's dick was pretty funny, but still.
Anyway.
The little TS girl inside me had just been oversensitive. I couldn't conclude that these guys actually had romantic feelings for me.
Once I thought of it that way, the sour, heavy feeling in my chest lightened considerably.
Had the fragile inner TS girl who jumped to ominous conclusions just been taking up a pretty large share of me?
In moments like this, it was time for the veteran TS girl who'd already ultra-fast female-led her way through things to offer some advice.
Oh, tsupippi…
Don't assume everyone is going to like you.
You're definitely pretty, and your chest and ass are big, but—
My inner self offered a small rebuttal.
Is there a guy alive who wouldn't be into a girl like that?
…Fair point.
It sounded narcissistic, but looking at appearance alone, wouldn't it be weirder not to feel some attraction to me?
It wasn't like a hypnosis app where every single person developed romantic feelings for me — but it was more than enough looks to stir up those complicated, subtle emotions that inevitably arose between opposite sexes.
Around the time I lost the argument with the me inside my head, our group's turn to present arrived.
I jolted and scrambled up to the screen in a panic.
"Hello, everyone. Group E will now begin our presentation."
Every eye in the room locked onto me.
Back when I'd presented as a guy, plenty of people had half-listened at best. At minimum, every single guy was focused on me now.
"The content of our group's presentation is—…"
Hm…?
You could call it self-consciousness if you wanted, but every time I shifted a little and pointed at the screen, heads turned to follow me.
"Please look at the next slide. As this graph shows…"
The feeling was sliding in an increasingly unpleasant direction, so I forced my thoughts to pivot fast.
People sending me this many looks just meant I was that attractive. As Euna's girlfriend, that was far better than being someone forgettable.
Who am I? Euna's girlfriend.
Getting spooked and trembling like this was undignified. Didn't Euna's girlfriend need to maintain some class?
The position makes the person, they say — and I could feel the voice that had been shaking a little at the start steadying out. My slumped shoulders and curved back straightened up tall.
…So the thing about women being sensitive to people staring at their chests wasn't just talk. I could feel every pair of eyes tracking the bounce.
Guys. Even you…
Sorry, but these were Euna's breasts alone.
Pretending to check my lines on my phone, I casually covered my chest with my arm.
Tch — but didn't that just draw more attention to them?
Not even a full day into being a woman, and I had no idea what the right answer was.
I kept presenting, deliberately ignoring the gazes that kept sliding toward my chest. My words ran a little fast, but I didn't stumble or mess anything up.
Once every group had finished, there was a general Q&A.
It was supposedly a time for students to exchange opinions with each other, but… there was no way students were going to take the lead on something like that, so it mostly turned into a defense game where the professor lobbed question bombs and the students scrambled to block them.
"Nice work."
"Don't talk to me… I'm dying."
…I hadn't expected him to suddenly promote something I'd barely mentioned in passing into the star of the show.
From the midpoint on, I didn't have the bandwidth to care about anyone's eyes on me. Had I looked like the one who'd done the least work? Why did he keep leaving the others alone and only asking me questions?
…He's not wrong, though.
All I'd done was go up and present.
Once the Q&A wrapped and the professor added a light bit of supplementary explanation, the lecture was over. Letting us out about twenty minutes early with a "good work, everyone" — the man clearly had a heart as bright as the shine on his head.
"You guys free? Wanna grab food? Found a good place."
"I've got a gen-ed right after this."
"Same."
"You?"
"Going on a date with Euna. Later."
The line I always used whenever I had plans with Euna. Back when I was a guy, they'd always rib me with a "have fun" whenever I said it — but now the reaction was oddly lukewarm.
Like they felt… sorry for me, somehow.
I'd gotten looks like that even as a guy, but the meaning packed into them was different. Back then it had been half encouragement, half pity. Now it was pity only.
"Was she why you were late this morning too?"
"Huh? Well, kind of?"
"That kid, seriously… You need to learn how to say no."
"Huh?"
What the hell was this nonsense.
I was genuinely baffled, and the three of them started talking among themselves without me. The rough gist: I was too nice, so I couldn't push away this gay loner Euna who clung to me, and that was why we hung out together.
It was a bizarre story, but… apparently this was the rewritten narrative that came with me being remade as a woman.
…Calling it a "story" when I hadn't even isekai'd into anything felt a little weird, but whatever.
…Euna always was kind of on the fringes.
She came from a good family, she was pretty, and she was assertive — in both the good and bad senses of the word. Not just with other students. With professors too. The type who'd call out a professor's mistake on the spot, whether anyone was watching or not. She'd been right every time, but it had also led to mid-lecture debates with faculty. She was the kind of person who sharply divided opinions.
On top of that, she was an outsider by nature, and word that she was a lesbian had spread far and wide — so inside the university, she barely had anyone who even talked to her, let alone close friends.
Except for the weirdo that was me.
The guy who fell for a girl who openly went around saying she was gay, and kept chasing her without giving up. Good-looking, but kind of a pitiful clown.
Conversely, Euna's existing image had been diluted because of me — people even called her generous.
Having that image of us flipped like this was a bit of a shock. When our genders reversed, our relational dynamic seemed to have reversed too.
The same way my dick had gone over to Euna, my weirdo image had gone over to her as well. And vice versa. Along with what was between her legs, her positive image seemed to have come over to me.
Though that part wasn't entirely precise. In terms of expression, it was true that what was mine had gone to Euna… but whether what was hers had come to me, or whether something new had sprouted in place of the missing dick, I couldn't say.
Either way.
"That's enough. I get it. Your little story."
"…? What are you even talking about all of a sudden."
"I'm so bored I want to die."
"What era is that bit from."
"Sad news for you guys, but it's a real date. We're going out now."
At my bombshell confession, not just the three of them but even the people nearby who'd been unwillingly overhearing our conversation whipped around to stare at me in shock.
Euna put her being a lesbian front and center. As her girlfriend, there was no way I was going to hide it.
Was the pacing too fast, you ask?
I was an ultra-fast female-lead girl. Fast to adapt as a woman, fast to climax, and fast with the plot.
Please. Call me Rapid Fire.
But could you even call a trash pussy a rapid-fire shot?
Well. I did shoot plenty of water guns yesterday.