When Meeting a Guy, Avoid Even Gray Underwear
I had a light beer with dinner. I wasn't much of a drinker normally. No, my body just couldn't handle it properly. Even one big can of beer would turn my face beet red and get me tipsy right away. The weird relationship with Hanjiu had started that night because of— No. No, no! Get it together, Song Yujeong! Be careful, so careful. Especially after he saw my panties hanging up earlier! Anyway, my limit was one can of beer. It wasn't like it had decreased after becoming a woman; probably just my family genes, since my parents didn't drink much either. Naturally, my blood sister was the same.
Still, it had been a while since we'd had dinner just the two of us, so my sister insisted on a light drink. We decided to split one can between us. The main dish was spicy braised chicken stew, with a side of japchae she'd made just to taste—lightly seasoned—and crispy grilled tofu. There was even a cheddar-stuffed omelet and spicy, tangy, refreshing radish salad! It was worlds away from my usual table of convenience store egg sandwiches, soy sauce egg rice, cup ramen, and delivery food.
I scooped up a big ladleful of the fiery red broth and shoved it in my mouth.
"How is it?"
"Delicious! For real!"
Delicious. That was the limit of my poor vocabulary. Luckily, the sister who'd cooked knew her little sister was in her emo phase with a dark cloud over her head. She smiled in satisfaction at my three short words of awe.
Was it the booze? After that, the table filled with the clink of dishes and the two women's cackling laughter. Thanks to that, I ended up overeating for the first time in ages. My stomach felt stuffed to the brim, so I trailed off mid-conversation and stared blankly out the window. Then my sister slyly lifted the ladle.
"Let's stop here, Yujeong."
"I'm full."
"Already? From that little?"
"Little? I ate japchae and chicken stew too. Plus beer!"
At my protest, she set down the ladle and stared at my face intently.
"You're not dieting, are you? Yujeong, you're really not sick or anything, right?"
Her eyes started filling with worry, which made me a bit uncomfortable, so I turned my head slightly.
"Sis. I've been eating like this ever since this happened to me."
"That was because you couldn't adjust back then. The doctor said your appetite would increase bit by bit."
"This must be the adjusted amount, then. And you know I get checkups every three months."
"Still... even so..."
"I'm fine! God, why are you making such a fuss!"
The mood was getting heavy, and I raised my voice without thinking. Then my sister's gaze slowly dropped downward.
Oh no... big trouble. Song Yunseo was sulking. She wouldn't snap at me or vent like she used to, of course. In this state, she just sank through the floor to the basement. If anything, it was more annoying than when she threw a fit. The best move was to cheer her up quick.
"J-just kidding. Okay? Sorry I snapped at you, sis."
"Kidding? When your sister's this worried!"
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for worrying. Thanks for always looking out for me. Love you, Song Yunseo."
I even spat out a love confession I didn't really mean, and only then did she slowly lift her head.
"If you really think that, then eat just this much more. Just this."
Damn... I'd fallen for it. Before I knew it, my empty side plate was filled with a chicken leg slathered in red sauce and a chunk of potato.
No, seriously... my stomach's gonna burst.
"Just this. Okay? I won't make you eat more!"
She said it so earnestly that I couldn't push it away. Plus, I knew she really worried about me, even if she'd schemed this. No escape. I let out a tiny sigh she wouldn't hear, picked up my chopsticks from the table, and dug in.
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The hearty but ticklish dinner finally ended. As my sister tried to clean up, I told her I'd handle it and shoved her into the bathroom to wash up. When she asked if she had spare underwear or if she should borrow mine, she said she'd packed some in her bag and asked me to bring it.
Her black leather backpack was stuffed with lace bra and panties, tomorrow's outfit, and a bulging makeup pouch. This woman planned this from the start!
I left the underwear by the bathroom door, put on some funny post-match soccer analysis video from YouTube to laugh off, and started on the dishes. I packed the leftovers and sides into hygiene packs for the fridge. The original containers were already full of other stuff. Tomorrow morning, I'd walk her to the station and stop by the dollar store.
By the time I'd finished dishes and trash, I caught sight of my sister emerging from the bathroom. She was in just her panties—no bra—rubbing her damp hair with a towel.
"Sis."
She met my eyes calmly.
"What?"
"I get that I have a lump of flesh on my chest like you now. But this is your little brother's apartment. Could you at least wear proper clothes?"
She draped the towel over her neck and walked over, her blank expression replaced by a suspicious smirk.
"What? Does it weird you out seeing your sister's boobs? But you don't have anything to get weirded out about anymore."
"Are you nuts! It's embarrassing!"
"Embarrassing where? We're both girls! And look—they're not as big as yours, but aren't your sister's pretty? I take good care of 'em."
She puffed out her chest proudly, and I stared at the small mounds jiggling slightly with her breath. All sorts of thoughts crossed my mind. Sometimes she tormented herself with guilt from back then. But other times, she charged in without holding back. Was my sister just weird? Or were all women like this?
I sighed softly and tossed her my hoodie she'd pulled out and worn.
She giggled, picked it up off the floor, and slipped it on, then started slathering on toner and lotion at the vanity. It was makeup she'd given me anyway, so it'd suit her fine. I sorted today's purchases beside her. I unwrapped the basics like tees and camisoles in plastic, cut tags off the others.
Once she finished her skincare, instead of helping like she said, she breezed past and flung open my closet.
"What are you doing?"
"Closet inspection."
Without permission, she rifled through, checking each hanger.
"No matter how I look, it's too boring for a girl's closet."
"Isn't that obvious? Why act surprised?"
I hated admitting it, but I had curves curvier than most girls... yeah, the most feminine body out there. Still, my everyday style hid it—simple unisex stuff. Shirts not blouses, loose slacks not tight pants. Mom, sis, and girls around me pushed feminine—or honestly, girly—styles, but I stubbornly stuck to this. Today's buys were a big splurge for me.
Boobs this, hips that. I ignored my sister grumbling behind me as I sorted clothes by fabric and color. Gotta wash 'em once before wearing anyway.
"Whoa, Song Yujeong. What's this?"
Her shocked voice stopped my hands. Wait, what? Condoms and vibrator were hidden in the kitchen cabinet by the hood vent. Nothing else to find, right? I whipped around— she held a gray mini skirt. Thigh-high hem.
Damn, where'd she dig that up? Buried at the bottom drawer!
"I told you skirts would look good on your legs, you freaked out, but you hid this?"
"Fr-friend! A friend forced it on me saying it'd suit!"
Real talk—I didn't buy it to wear! She'd threatened to buy it herself if I didn't. Tried it once in the fitting room, never again. Maybe held it to my waist secretly at home...
Ahem!
"P-put that down quick!"
"Oh? Stuttering now? I'm not teasing, just curious."
"Your face says otherwise!"
"Nah, this face is relief. My precious sister finally stepping onto the woman's path."
"Bullshit!"
I jumped up, snatched the skirt devil, and shoved it deep back in the drawer.
"For real though, Yujeong, not teasing. You'd rock a skirt."
"Ugh, whatever!"
"Hey, try it on now?"
"No. No way!"
"Why? Embarrassed? It's just us!"
Her new toy in hand, she dug it out again.
"No. Tired. Spent all day changing."
"Aww, come ooon~!"
"Stop the creepy cute act and put it baaack!"
The delayed booze hit; she even did aegyo she never did, pressing against me and tugging my pants.
"Argh, seriously! You're crazy, Song Yunseo!"
"Just once. Promise I won't say a word!"
Haa... fine. Eyes shut, wear it once, done. Did it for friends before. Not wearing skirts forever won't regrow my dick anyway.
With a deep sigh, I snatched the skirt, ditched my training pants, and stepped in.
"Mm... top this, the white short-sleeve knit we bought."
As I pulled up the waistband, she handed me the crop tee. Knit direct on skin scratches, so over my tee—
"Hey, who wears a tee under a crop?"
"Just us here."
"You call this sisterly?!"
I jabbed a bit, but it flopped like a coup not revolution, so off came the tee too.
"Yes! Good, great! Legs so long, total model."
Dressed, standing before her, she placed hands on my waist, adjusted the hem. Glancing at the closet mirror, yeah, it suited like she said. Long white legs. Skirt swaying with movement. Crop length baring midriff, emphasizing bust over the skirt itself screaming woman. Pretty for real... but sad it's me in the mirror.
"Pic okay?"
"No. Absolutely not."
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Chatting while sorting clothes, it neared midnight. She'd come up to Seoul on weekend, shopped with me, cooked dinner—exhausted, so I offered the bed. She refused flat-out, saying she'd sleep on floor mat below if separate, dragged me to bed. So we lay side by side.
Once down, wondered what the fuss was. Shared with guys fine... She crashed instantly, I thought. Turned away, couldn't check. Steady breathing meant asleep, I figured.
I turned toward her, gazed at her back. She used to seem small. Now eye-level. Staring made me sentimental. So grateful in every way. Her caring like this. From hospital admission. Post-transformation to now, she'd looked after me. Maybe that's why the sticky resentment from back then was gone now.
But she still seemed stuck in those memories. Probably. All this doting wasn't just love—guilt lingering. I'm fine now. Understood why she acted then... If this continued, our bond wouldn't be healthy.
Thoughts deepened; my hand moved on its own. I wrapped around her waist, pulled her into my arms gently.
"Thanks."
Whispered in her ear, but deep asleep, no reaction. So I said what embarrassment had blocked before.
"Thanks for always looking out... Sis."
The word sis escaping made my chest flutter. Thought I was used to it. Guess not.
"Love you, sis."
Crazy, Song Yujeong! Sis! And love you?!
Her back twitched slightly; embarrassed, I rolled away facing opposite. Ah, whatever! Blame the booze!