Prologue: The Short Boy Who Was Mistaken for a Girl
My height is around 140cm.
Is it elementary school low grades? No, I'm in high school. Is it a girl? No, I'm a boy.
Since I was little, I've been mistaken for a girl by others. Even though I attended school in male uniforms throughout middle school, the other kids treated me as a girl. Because of my appearance, small stature, and voice, they thought I was a specially made girl wearing the male school uniform.
I wanted to cut my hair short to make them think I'm a boy, but my sister opposed it, so I had to keep it as a bob cut. If I cut it secretly, she said she'd cut off all my allowance. Our parents both passed away early, so the one who actually earns money is my sister. My sister has been taking care of me since I was young, working part-time jobs. That's why I can't disobey my sister. It seems that even with the bob cut, my sister allowed it as much as possible. I almost had long hair like a real girl.
In school, the boys treated me as a girl, and the girls thought I was very cute. From elementary school, even if I told friends I'm a boy, they wouldn't believe until I showed it, so I eventually gave up. Somehow, showing my body to other friends felt awkward. So after elementary school high grades, I stopped claiming to be a boy. Even now in high school, I just accept it.
The fortunate part is that no one bullies me. Everyone thinks I'm cute, doesn't bully me. So quite a few guys confessed to me. Those were from elementary or middle school students. The surrounding friends of the guy who confessed would insult me as a lolicon. Those pitiful guys who got insulted as lolicon even though I was older. I'm not gay, so guys are out of interest. Of course, I received confessions from classmates or seniors, but since not close, and a stranger, why would they confess with confidence? So I kept distance from the guys who confessed to me. Of course, I received confessions from girls a few times, but rejected all.
I wish I was at least 160, or even 150 tall. But my growth plate closed a long time ago. I like sports in various ways. Sometimes in dreams, I wake up in the middle of dunking a basketball as I grow to 190cm. I wish I could succeed in dunking even in dreams, but it didn't happen even in dreams. Dreams are said to be reproductions of real events, but impossible things can't be helped.
After finishing preparing for school, my closest friend Mina visited my house. Today is the first day of admission, so we decided to go to school together.
"Hello, Jiyoung-ah."
"Hello. Mina."
Mina hugged me and stroked my hair. We were childhood friends, and our parents said they were close too. Mina has always been affectionate since childhood, often hugging or stroking me. Of course, being hugged by a pretty girl like Mina is good, but stroking isn't something I like unless close. Mina is always a precious friend who gives me snacks and helps a lot. Her height is 162cm, and even though she's a girl, she's more than 20cm taller than me, a boy. Unlike me, she's tall, good at sports, good at cooking, good at housekeeping, and a all-rounder girl. If my height was like that, I wouldn't have been treated this way.
While talking with Mina about various things, I suddenly lost consciousness. And for some reason, I was lying in the hospital. I only remembered meeting Mina, and I didn't understand the current situation at all.