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— Oh god, you're trembling so much! — giggled Sakura, saying it, as usual, with her overly strong Japanese accent, which, despite her studying at the foreign languages department, was still way too noticeable.
— I... I'm not used to this, — grumbled Alex, clenching his teeth and pressing his elbows even tighter against his chest, which hung down annoyingly heavy over his new, narrow shoulders.
He sat hunched over on a tiny plastic stool. Soapy foam trickled down his sides, his breasts were completely exposed — even when he tried to cover them with his hands, the pink nipples still peeked out.
— But you've been in this body for two weeks already, Alex-chan! — Sakura laughed, not stopping. Her palms slid confidently along his back, like she was washing a porcelain figurine, not her ex-boyfriend. — You need to get used to it. In Japan, going to a public bath is almost sacred.
Alex squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands, like that could somehow erase the awkward moment and bring back his male body, but instead, he felt the softness of his breasts even more clearly, pressing firmly against his own forearms.
— I just... I can't. This... I'm naked. In front of you.
Sakura snorted, the towel on her body slipping slightly, revealing her shoulder.
— God, relax, Alex-chan. There's nothing wrong with it. We're both girls.
Alex whipped around so suddenly that the foam on his shoulders splashed into Sakura's eye. She had to squint, and didn’t see his face at that moment — a face that reflected what looked like a storm of emotions. His eyes were full of terror and something else — almost panic, almost humiliation, but hidden under a thin, trembling layer of anger. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but his lips trembled, and he only let out a heavy breath. His voice came out quieter than he intended — high-pitched, ringing, almost girly:
— We're not both girls... — he swallowed, feeling the tension making the muscles of his chest feel even heavier. — I... I don't want you to call me that, Sakura...
Sakura, still wincing and wiping foam from her face, broke into a smirk:
— Well, sorry, Alex-chan, but the mirror in the locker room seems to disagree with you. — She got up on her knees, leaning in closer, and her voice turned softer, almost a whisper. — You look so cute when you're angry.
— Oh my god, why is this happening to me! — squeaked Alex, turning away again, — Why did you even drag me here in the first place?...Full story (11 500 characters - 2 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon