Come to Think of It, I Don't Have a Single Thing to Wear

"Well, if you ask whether it's possible, I can answer that it is. However, that would be nothing more than a fleeting Temporary Transformation."

The Fox God, who had been smiling sweetly, wiped the smile from her face and continued.

"I say this beforehand: a Temporary Transformation is merely a Temporary Transformation. Every inconvenience that arises from using it must be borne by you alone."

"By inconvenience, you mean a penalty, right? What kind? Something related to libido? Or my life?"

"Nay, nothing so fatal as that. But even this goddess knows not in what form it shall manifest."

The Fox God looked at me with an uncharacteristically serious gaze.

"From what this goddess recalls, it primarily manifested in matters of a carnal nature. It has been several centuries since I experienced it, so the details are hazy — but I did suffer quite considerably at the time."

"Like going into heat at random times, that sort of thing?"

I'd tossed out a joke to lighten the heavy atmosphere, but the Fox God simply nodded in agreement.

"I knew that if anyone would find the answer, it would be you. Indeed. The moment I used Temporary Transformation, this goddess became a fox driven mad with the urge to mate."

"That's just you on a regular day, though? You're a bitch who spends nearly eighteen out of twenty-four hours watching porn. How is that any different from now?"

"Hold thy tongue. That is merely a form of study."

"What kind of lunatic studies by watching porn? Maybe if you were masturbating to it, I'd buy it."

If she watched normal stuff like pure-love erotica, maybe I could understand.

But what she watched mixed BDSM with hardcore, then piled gangbangs on top of that. Who the hell would call that studying?

She was just a vulgar, deranged bitch watching porn.

When I looked at the Fox God with pure pity, she scrunched her face into a scowl.

"It is study! This goddess needs to understand the differences between Yin-Yang Harmony of the past and the present!"

"You're a spirit body anyway. You can't even enjoy it, so what's the point of studying?"

"Why, so that I may teach you all manner of things about Yin-Yang Harmony when you fall into female corruption, of course! A body so vulgar, yet acting like a virgin… this goddess cannot bear to watch such a spectacle!"

"Actually, that gap moe is hot as hell? A fox beastman who constantly makes dirty jokes turns out to be a virgin with barely any sexual knowledge? And her lower lips are a total mess too? I absolutely cannot resist that!"

"There are degrees even to being a mess. Are you not the messiest of messes among messes? The moment that bald human's massive club plunges into you once, you shall surely lose your mind and bounce between heaven and earth!"

I wanted to refute the Fox God's degrading remarks, but I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth.

Because when the Fox God had manifested, I'd cum ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over and over again without managing a single bit of resistance against her incredible hand technique.

It was a disgrace as a man.

Even if I'd been transformed into a woman's body with hypersensitive senses, to just take it without being able to do anything while facing a woman…

"I… I'll fuck you raw like a dog someday, I swear. I'll prove I'm not a total amateur…"

"This goddess would not mind even now. If you wish to get thoroughly dominated as wretchedly as last time, simply say the word. I shall accommodate you whenever you please."

The Fox God replied with supreme confidence instead.

If I pushed any further here, I was sure to get wrecked like a dog all over again, so I quietly tucked my tail between my legs.

"Anyway, if I use this 'Temporary Transformation' you mentioned, I can hide the ears and tail, right?"

"Indeed. So long as you endure a certain degree of inconvenience, you shall be able to walk about in human form."

"Then let's try it right now. I need to know what the penalty is so I can prepare countermeasures in advance."

I asked the Fox God to test the Temporary Transformation, and she began doing something, manipulating the energy inside my body this way and that.

And finally, when the movement of energy came to a complete stop, I could confirm that all the heavy tails that had been on my rear had vanished.

I touched my head.

The fluffy ears that had felt so nice to the touch were gone, replaced by the round ears unique to humans.

I felt around my hips.

Every tail had disappeared, leaving nothing but empty holes in my panties.

I'd finally returned to being human. And the Fox God's Temporary Transformation had ended rather successfully.

Thinking it was fortunate that there didn't seem to be any particular penalty, I was feeling around various parts of my body when the Fox God asked me a question with a curious expression.

"No particular discomfort? Things like feeling stifled, or your lust boiling over like mad?"

"Nah, nothing like that. Aside from feeling empty without the tails and ears, I'm surprisingly fine. Are you sure there's actually a penalty?"

"How strange. When this goddess used it, it was most certainly a defective spell. For now, it would be best to observe you throughout the day."

The Fox God, wary of the fact that I had received no penalty whatsoever, suggested we watch how things progressed, and I nodded in agreement before carefully asking her another question.

"Yeah, we should. But is there a time limit on this? For a 'Temporary Transformation,' it seems way too perfect."

"With the Yoreok you currently possess, five hours is the limit. However, filling all five hours would damage your body, so roughly three hours would be appropriate."

No penalty manifested so far, and a duration of three hours.

It took an hour and twenty minutes to get from my studio apartment to the family home, so even after a few rounds of happy time, there'd still be plenty left.

I expressed my satisfaction with the Temporary Transformation the Fox God had cast on me and laughed cheerfully.

With this, I could resolve things without any problems.

I could protect the house and protect my freedom too.

Was I laughing loud enough to shake the house at the thought of reclaiming my freedom?

A single fact that suddenly occurred to me drained the color from my face once more.

"…Fox God."

"Why the long face all of a sudden? Have you perhaps begun to feel some discomfort?"

"No, it's not that…"

I pointed at the dark, dingy laundry hanging on the veranda and spoke in a gloomy voice.

"I don't have any clothes to wear to the family home."

I was a hikikomori and a total loner.

I was the kind of person who loved holing up indoors, snickering over manga of fox beastmen getting violated, and who loathed going outside to meet people.

Not that I had any human relationships to speak of beyond my family and that one ball-buddy of a friend, so there wasn't even anyone to meet.

With not a single person inviting me out, and no reason to leave except to dump the trash piled high inside the house, I had felt absolutely zero need for "clothes."

I only wore a tracksuit the one time a month I went outside, and for the other twenty-nine or thirty days, I could just lounge around in my underwear at home.

So why would ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I need to buy clothes?

Because of that, even after becoming a gumiho, I hadn't bought a single outfit.

The only addition had been the dolphin shorts my ball-buddy had given me, telling me to at least wear bottoms when streaming.

Beyond that, truly nothing had been added.

What do I do?

If I showed up at the family home in a tracksuit and dolphin shorts, Father would probably cave my skull in on the spot.

But if I ordered clothes now, they'd arrive too late — after I'd already left tomorrow.

Wasn't there some good solution?

After a brief moment of thought, I immediately picked up my phone and contacted my friend.

It was daytime right now.

Unless he was busy, he'd almost certainly pick up.

I waited for him to answer while listening to the dial tone, and after a moment, his voice — laced with annoyance — began flowing from the phone.

"Situation's completely fucked, so I called. I need you to do something for me."

At my friend's demand to get to the point, I slowly explained the situation.

"You know I haven't been back to the family home in almost a year, right?"

"Father told me to come home for a bit and show my face. But the only clothes I've got left are a tracksuit and dolphin shorts."

Having heard the situation, my friend burst out laughing as if it weren't his problem at all, and I smiled right back as I spoke to him.

"I'll pay you — go buy me some clothes. If you don't, I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠telling Dad everything that's happened so far."

"Right now, my phone has recordings of you saying every single day that you want to fuck me raw like a dog. What do you think Father would do if I played those for him?"

He'd definitely try to tear him to pieces.

Probably dice him up into the letters F-R-I-E-N-D.

I waited for his reply in the awkward silence that settled over the line, and soon enough he tucked his tail and said he'd buy the clothes.

"Don't need much. It's just clothes I'm wearing for one day tomorrow and then tossing, so why bother? Oh, and buy me some underwear too. Size-wise, get me a full I-cup."

"If you don't like it, go get bisected by my dad. If you didn't want it to come to this, you should've watched your damn mouth, you idiot."

When I snickered and mocked him, my friend promised revenge in a frigid voice.

"And what would you even do with a naked dogeza from me? Besides, something tells me you'll never get one even if you wait your whole life."

I'd phrased "dream on" in a roundabout way, but he answered in a serious voice.

"I really wish the fucking gay bastard who wants to fuck his ball-buddy would just drop dead."

I condemned my ball-buddy with pure contempt and disgust, but he fired right back with something vulgar.