The Price of My Desire
It was just after I’d been accepted into university, with only high school graduation left on the horizon. I gathered all my courage and confessed my feelings to Yuna.
"Sorry. You’re definitely fun to be around, but I don’t think of you as someone I’d date."
Yuna rejected my confession without a moment’s hesitation, cutting me off cold. I felt like I might collapse from the shock, but I mustered the strength to ask her one more thing. "Then… what would I have to change for you to go out with me?"
Yuna replied this time with a serious expression. "Hmm, let’s see. If you suddenly transformed into an ultra-beautiful girl, maybe I’d date you?"
"Ah… ahaha…"
She was saying something that was, for all intents and purposes, physiologically impossible, yet she said it in an incredibly serious voice. Yuna and I were childhood friends. Since I was young, I’d been unsociable, my grades were mediocre, and I was, in short, a background character who never stood out. But Yuna was different. She was social, had great grades, was athletic, and above all, she was incredibly pretty and cute. The only reason I’d been able to become friends with someone like her was the sheer coincidence that we’d attended the same kindergarten. I couldn’t help but fall for her.
After being rejected and lying in bed on the night of our graduation, her words kept circling in my mind. 'Hmm, let’s see. If you suddenly transformed into an ultra-beautiful girl, maybe I’d date you?'
"Huu…" I fell asleep wishing that it were actually true.
What followed was a cliché story. The next day, I woke up as a girl, and in a state of mental instability, I threw on some loose clothes and ran to Yuna. That was how I ended up entrusting everything to her, leading to where I am now. At the time, I was so disoriented that I just brushed it off, but thinking about it now, it was truly bizarre. Not only had my body changed into a girl’s, but my legal records and registration had completely changed as well. Even the people around me seemed to accept it as a matter of course unless I brought it up first. I hadn’t met my parents since the transformation, but even when I spoke to them on the phone with my female voice, they didn’t react with any confusion. It was an impossible story, but for me, it was a stroke of immense luck.
"Nina… huh." I muttered my name inside the large bathtub. Since my original name didn't sound feminine and didn't fit, Yuna had given me this new one and helped me change it legally. My surname remained the same, but changing my first name gave me a strange feeling, as if the traces of my former self were vanishing completely.
"I should probably get out soon…" I had been lingering in the tub as long as possible, feeling ashamed of the state Yuna had seen me in earlier, mixed with a lingering sense of guilt. But I couldn't keep worrying her, so I had to face reality.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I found cute underwear and clothes laid out on one side. It seemed Yuna had prepared them for me. I still felt a mental resistance to such cute undergarments, but since Yuna had picked them out for me, I decided to be grateful. However, that sentiment lasted less than a few seconds.
"This is…?!"
It was, at a glance, a frilly, cute maid outfit. Tucked beneath the dress were a headband and white stockings, all perfectly prepared. "To think I have to… wear this…"
In my heart, I wanted to run outside and pour out my complaints to Yuna, but I couldn't do that in this house. Shortly after I turned into a girl, I was terrified of going home. Besides, having to attend university in this state… it was absolutely impossible. I felt like I was destined to become a shut-in. That was why I clung to Yuna, and thankfully, she didn't abandon me. But there were two conditions. One was that I had to live with Yuna while attending university, and the other was that I had to obey Yuna’s commands.
At the time, I had no choice. I didn't think I could overcome this situation on my own. I didn't regret that decision yet, but… recently, the intensity and level of Yuna’s commands had been escalating. I was becoming increasingly afraid of what might happen in the future.
…I put on the maid outfit, the headband, and the white over-the-knee stockings without missing a piece, and walked toward Yuna, trembling. The skirt was so short that I felt like my underwear would be exposed if I bent over even a little. The chest area was also low-cut, and since my breasts weren't very large, I felt like I was defenseless and exposed when viewed from above. I was just glad I at least had the underwear on.
"Um… Yuna…" I called out to her, pressing one hand against my chest and using the other to pull my short skirt down as far as it would go.
"Wow, it really suits you, Nina!"
"Ah… thanks…" I had intended to complain to Yuna a little, but at her compliment that it suited me, I couldn't say a word. It was embarrassing, but honestly, I was happy that Yuna said I looked good.
"Yep, just as I thought. From now on, you can just stay like that at home, Nina."
"What…?!"
To wear such embarrassing clothes every single day from now on? That was absolutely impossible. "Yuna… even so, this is… the skirt is too short and it’s too conspicuous…"
I gathered my courage to tell Yuna my thoughts. I had a mountain of things to say, but I couldn't finish because I was too busy reading Yuna’s expression.
"So, are you saying you won't do it?"
"Ah… that’s… but still, this is a bit… I’ll do anything else, so…"
"Nina."
Yuna cut me off. The smile that had been on her face was gone, replaced by a completely different expression. I instinctively sensed that the air in the room had shifted.
"Obedience Pose."
"Yuna…?" She didn't answer my question. I took that shameful position once again. The maid outfit, even shorter than the tennis skirt I’d worn earlier, revealed my cute white panties the moment I lowered myself. It was far more humiliating than when she’d seen me naked in the shower earlier. I squatted in front of Yuna in my maid outfit, spread my legs, and raised both hands to shoulder height.
"Hey, Nina."
I lifted my head to look up at her. Perhaps it was the angle, but I felt like I was seeing this terrifying expression on Yuna for the first time. "Nina, you agreed to obey my commands, didn't you?"
"Yes… no… I mean… yes, I did…"
"Then why are you ignoring all my commands? I told you to call me Master and use formal speech when it’s just the two of us at home, didn't I?"
"That… that is… well…"
"And I told you that if you did something wrong, you should say you're sorry and reflect on it, didn't I?"
"Yes… that’s right… I’m sorry…"
"And your reflection?"
"I will… reflect on it…"
Just then, Yuna moved her foot toward me. For a moment, I thought she was going to kick me, but that wasn't it. Yuna inserted her big toe between my legs. She began to rub my crotch—the place that was vulnerably exposed because I was squatting with my legs spread—right over my panties using her big toe.
"?!? W-wait, this is…"
I was so genuinely startled that I collapsed onto the floor. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it might burst.
"Why? Do you hate it? If you hate it, it’s fine to stop. If you leave this house, Nina, it’s all over."
"That’s… that’s not it…"
"Choose now. Whether to continue or to end it. It’s your freedom, Nina."
Honestly, the current Yuna is scary. I’ve known her for a long time, but I’ve only recently come to know this side of her. Moreover, the intensity is only increasing. If it goes any further, I think I’ll end up suffering things far worse than this at Yuna’s hands. Rationally, running away is the right thing to do. Even though I’ve turned into a girl, it’s not as if I can’t live without Yuna. But that’s only if I think about it rationally. Honestly, when I confessed to Yuna and was rejected, the fact that I wouldn't be able to stay by her side was more painful than the rejection itself. Even if it’s in a completely changed, twisted form, as long as I maintain this relationship, I can stay by Yuna’s side. Besides… there was another reason.
"Ugh…" I managed to pull myself up. Perhaps because I was so incredibly tense and aroused, I felt dizzy. But I sat back down in front of Yuna’s feet, spread my legs, and raised my arms. I took the pose of obedience before Yuna in earnest.
"Please… continue… Master…"
Yuna silently brought her toe to that place again. And then, she began to obsessively target the most sensitive part, my clitoris, with her toe.
"Ugh… ugh… ah…"
Even in this situation, I couldn't last even a few minutes before strange sounds began to leak from my lips. I was taking a submissive pose at the feet of Yuna, who was my friend until just a short while ago, and being sexually tormented, yet I couldn't suppress my arousal and was letting out lewd sounds. I was so ashamed I wanted to die. But I didn't move an inch from that spot, desperately maintaining the pose of obedience. I don't know why Yuna is keeping me. She might just think of me as a cute toy, or she might really want to treat me like a sex slave.
"…Master… now… haah…"
"Tell me if you're about to come."
"I think… I’m going to… hng… ah…"
But whatever the reason, the training Yuna was putting me through wasn't entirely unwelcome.