A Jiggly Morning
A jiggly morning. For some reason, today Vita felt off right from the start. No energy in her body, just this squishy, heavy sensation. ...Why do I feel so drained?
The moment she opened her eyes, she noticed the damp discomfort down below. Staring blankly, Vita instinctively realized. No way, this is...
That thing she'd only heard about? Lately, her body had felt a bit off for the past few days anyway.
"Vita, remember this. You're a girl now, so there are things you won't know about. Mom will tell you ahead of time..."
Her thoughtful mother had been worried about this exact issue. Vita lost her words in a daze of emotion.
Well, but. Thinking about it, it wasn't all that strange. It had been a whole month since she'd become a woman. Periods were something most women went through.
Vita let out a deep sigh and dragged her sluggish body out of bed. A faint metallic, fishy smell wafted up from the sheets, making her wrinkle her nose.
"...Gotta wash these later."
She folded the bedding for now and headed to the bathroom. Her stomach wasn't great, but she could still move. It was embarrassing and gross all at once.
Ah... so sticky.
She recalled her mother's advice.
"Make sure to wash up thoroughly. You have to stay clean."
So Vita turned on the lukewarm water in the bathroom. Gradually raising the temperature, she slowly washed her whole body in comfortably warm water.
"Haa—"
She felt a bit better. Guess I still have to go to the academy... It wasn't a holiday, after all. Even if she felt crappy, she had to go.
After showering, Vita dawdled forever picking out underwear. Soft cotton ones that were comfy. They had character prints, but hey, they were the most comfortable.
*Whirr*— She roughly shook out her hair to dry it. Finally dressed in her uniform, she was ready to leave the room. But she set down her inexplicably heavy bag and returned to the bed.
"Just... a little rest before I go."
Yeah, just a short break. Her stomach felt subtly off. No energy anywhere, just drained. Since her body was definitely not okay, Vita decided to rest just a tiny bit. There was still plenty of time.
Actually, it wasn't just her body. As she was about to head out, she caught sight of herself in the mirror by the front door, and strange emotions welled up.
...This is me. No question mark needed anymore. Long auburn hair, delicate features. She was a pretty girl student.
It felt so awkward at first... Now she'd adapted—forced into it, really. Living as a woman without any sense of dissonance felt oddly manly somehow.
What am I now...?
A sudden question popped into her head. Her name was Vita Shama, originally a boy. Now called Bianca, living as a girl. More precisely—she wasn't fully a woman, but definitely not a man either.
Suddenly, it felt like her old self had vanished.
"......"
Was that why? A wave of helplessness crashed over her. Her eyes even felt hot.
Vita couldn't understand it herself. "Wh-what...?"
For some reason, the whole situation felt pathetic, tears prickling at her eyes.
"Huh? Ngh?" But she couldn't even figure out why she was crying. Vita was baffled. What the hell? Was it her crappy physical state? Her mood in the dumps?
It was just a slight welling up—not quite tears, too embarrassing to call it that.
"Ah, seriously..."
Anyway, Vita's emotions were all over the place this morning. This wasn't like her. The old Vita Shama didn't cry easily.
Then, one guy's face flashed in her mind. Yeah, that guy! Carlyle Schultz.
First thought: wounded pride. I just want to beat that guy once. Just once. Just knock down that smug nose of his.
But why couldn't she ever win? She'd pushed too hard to beat him, changed her body, and even lost in bed with this body.
"...Nothing's going right."
It definitely hurt her pride. And weirdly, she remembered being held in his arms, that warmth.
Her already flushed face from feeling off turned even redder. "Ugh, screw it!"
Yeah, really. That had to be it. Self-loathing surged, and suddenly Vita felt dizzy.
"...Ah, my head."
As her head spun and she closed her eyes, Vita fell asleep.
"Hmmm... Nyah..." With a peaceful, happy expression.
Vita had always been a vivid dreamer. Her pure personality came with rich imagination. As a kid, she often dreamed of being a hero defeating villains.
Unfortunately, not this time. It was more like an observer's perspective dream.
This is a dream, right...?
Vita was stunned. Right in front of her was—herself! The difference: she looked older than now.
Until moments ago, dream-Vita Shama had been diligently preparing dinner. Pink apron on, humming softly.
She carefully set the table full of food and smiled prettily. "I hope he gets here soon..."
Even watching Vita was speechless. What the... that's me?
Did she look that pretty when she smiled? Dream-Bianca Shama was so lovely, like a completely different person.
*Ding-dong.*
Someone was at the door. Her face lit up, and she ran over—Bianca Shama.
Who's making her that happy...?
"I'm home, Bianca."
The door opened. Vita was speechless. No way, him...?
Why Carlyle Schultz?! But dream-her was just happy, jumping into his arms with a smile.
"Welcome home, honey—!"
H-honey?! Vita doubted her own ears for a second.
"Work ran a bit late. Sorry, Bianca."
Carlyle looked more mature too, mid-20s vibe. But what came next left Vita speechless.
"So, what do you wanna eat first? Dinner? Or... me?" Wait, hold on.
"Gotta eat my pretty wife first."
"Ah, no... the food'll get cold."
They were role-playing or something. She asked and then...? Vita was dumbfounded, head blank.
But the real issue was what those crazy two started doing!
"Hng... Ah!"
H-hey? The dinner's getting cold for real? But they were totally absorbed in each other.
Wh-what are they doing!
Vita watched, face turning red fast. What the hell? Why ruin the lovingly prepared dinner? Perverts!
But seeing her disheveled other self, them lost in each other...
Ugh... Her lower belly ached inexplicably. Her hand drifted down unconsciously.
Right then—
"C-Carlyle—!"
"Ngh, Bianca..."
"It's okay, inside. Cum all inside me!"
No, wait?! Vita's eyes widened. This couldn't be happening. What were they even—
"I'll get you pregnant tonight."
Even agreeing to Carlyle's nonsense. "Yeah, I want that...! I wanna have Carlyle's baby."
"Our baby."
"Right, exactly."
C-crazy bitch. Vita paled. Tension built, heart racing. No way! This was seriously not okay.
Even if it's a dream, me having Carlyle's kid...?
Then she saw them climax, hugging tight.
"Ah, no—!"
Vita nearly screamed herself awake.
*Thud crash— Bang—*
"What's wrong, Bianca!"
The room came into view, frantic Carlyle right in front of her—all after.
'......?'
Vita's mind blanked. "Wh-what? How are you here...?!"
She tried to sit up but was stopped. "You okay?"
Genuine worry on his face. Vita wondered if this was a dream too.
"No fever, seems like."
Gentle, soft touch. "Eek..." Vita flinched in surprise.
"Why are you here?"
Having just had that weird dream, the situation felt embarrassing, ticklish. But priority: how did Carlyle get in?
He looked exasperated. "You don't remember anything?"
Remember? What? "You opened the door for me."
Vita's face went blank. "I did...? When?"
"You're really out of it. Check your phone."
At his words, Vita checked her phone. No missed calls. Maybe she checked half-conscious? She opened read messages.
That was from her desk mate, Shasha. And yeah, Carlyle had sent three.
He was as self-willed as ever. Well, he'd helped with her move before, so he knew her address—no big deal.
Vita suddenly remembered. A hazy memory from half-asleep.
...Oh, right. She had let him in.
Her head fuzzy. Someone pounding noisily, so she opened in her sleep haze. But knowing it was Carlyle made it not careless.
"Remember now?"
Vita nodded. "...Yeah."
Though inwardly, she wondered why she'd so readily opened for Carlyle Schultz. It felt weird, like even unconsciously she trusted him enough to let him in.
"Rest a bit more anyway?"
She was lying in bed, Carlyle sitting right beside her. A towel was there too. Her forehead felt warm and damp—ah.
This guy...?
Like nursing her? He stroked her hair, laid her back, placed a fresh towel on her forehead.
Casually plopped on, half-hearted, but his serious face made it funny. Yet Vita couldn't laugh.
"Sniff sniff—"
Instead, a weird smell hit her. "What's this smell...?"
"Oh, wait."
He remembered something, left briefly, came back holding something. Pale porridge.
"You haven't eaten anything today, right?"
True. "Eat this at least."
Wait, did he... make it himself? His unexpected actions left Vita with a strange feeling.
Just this morning, her emotions swung wildly. Unusually listless, unfairly depressed.
Truth be told, the period made her feel irreversibly a woman, like her old self was gone—kinda down about it. Body bad, tried to rest, fell asleep.
Had a weird dream too...
Then Carlyle showed up. Bland expression, awkward nursing, but... not bad.
So as Vita fidgeted with mixed feelings, Carlyle slowly moved his hand, like he'd made a decision.