I’m a female student at the moment.
I just transferred to Andersen Girls’ Academy last week, meaning to say I am still a little nervous.
“Oh, my. Hello, new student. How is the academy?”
“Ah, I-I’m doing fine. Thank you.”
A beautiful woman with blonde hair and vertical rolls came to greet me.
She is a classmate of mine.
Or rather, she is the daughter of the Minister of Finance, a prim and proper noble lady.
“Oh, dear, your ribbon is crooked.”
“Ah, that… you don’t have to…”
“Fufufu, but I can’t help it. Here. Turn this way.”
I turned toward the minister’s daughter’s direction, and she immediately fixed the ribbon on my sailor uniform.
I don’t know if I am fortunate, but this girl has been attached to me since I came to the academy.
So I really don’t want to keep anything from her, considering how good-natured she is.
However, there is one secret that I just can’t tell her.
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That is ―― I’m actually a grown man with a penis underneath……
Oops. No, that was close.
I’ve been having trouble with the fact that I’ve been turning into a girl to the core of my being lately.
In the week since I transferred to Andersen Girls’ Academy, I have tried my best to be a girl.
In addition to my appearance, I improved everything I possibly could, including my gestures, tone of voice, body odor, body figure, and tastes, and I used all the magic I could use.
After all, I am an adult male with a penis secretly dressed as a woman blending in at a women’s school. If y ou a re ab le to rea d th is mess ag e, y ou a e rea din g fr om an una ut hor ized agg r egate sit e. Rea d at my W ordP ress a t stab bing wit h a sy rin ge. h ome. bl og to su pp ort me and my tra nslat i ons.
If this were to be exposed in the light of day, I would not only be immediately arrested, but I would also be stigmatized in history as the world’s worst pervert.
Thanks to my constant efforts, though, I am proud to say that I now have a girlishness comparable to that of the female students who crowd the gates of Andersen Girls Academy in the morning.
I had assumed that since it was a school that the minister’s daughter was attending, it must be a private school, but to my surprise, I heard that Andersen Girls’ Academy is a public school.
However, it seems to be openly accepted as a school for high-born ladies, considering it is made of solid bricks and has a nice touch in decorations.
Each classroom is about 25×25 square meters, with the blackboard and the podium at the lowest position and the rear seats going taller as they went further back.
The minister’s daughter and I are in the same class, not just next to each other, but close to each other.
We entered the classroom side by side, greeted our classmates with a “good day,” and sat in our respective seats.
The next moment, however, I felt a sharp pain on the back of my buttocks, and I screamed.
“Kyaaa!”
“What’s wrong?”
The minister’s daughter looks at me with concern, so I examine what’s under my buttocks, the cause of my scream.
“This is… a thumbtack…”
“Oh my goodness. Who did this to you?”
The tacks on the chair are so classic that it’s not even funny, but I’ve encountered this kind of harassment a lot in the past few days.
I don’t remember any bizarre behavior that could be the cause of the harassment, so I can only think of one possible reason.
It was jealousy of the fact that I had grown close to the minister’s daughter at an exceptionally fast pace since the first day I moved in.
The minister’s daughter is, in general, a girl whom everyone can’t help but find attractive.
She has perfect blonde hair in vertical rolls that one cannot imagine how much time she spends on it every morning and a face that still retains a certain innocence. And despite the noticeable mole under her left eye, the gap between that and her cute face makes her look strangely mature, and it was even more boosted by the refined mannerisms and language of a young lady.
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In the society of girls, such a gorgeous person is either very well-liked or very disliked.
And she was the former.
If I, a new transfer student, suddenly became friends with such a popular girl, it was only natural that some people would feel bitter about it.
“It’s unforgivable to be so mean to such a lovely new student as you.”
The minister’s daughter is as angry as if she was the one who was offended.
The thing is, I honestly don’t know why she likes me so much.
It makes no sense.
Generally speaking, she has been friendly and assertive toward me since the first day I moved in.
At first, I guessed that she might be interested because I’m a rare transfer student, but if it is really like that, then she should be the same for the other transferees.
But she isn’t.
To begin with, I had no intention of getting this close to the minister’s daughter.
My objective was to find out about her scandals, or if not, to make one up and frame her in order to gain a hold of the minister’s weakness. This cha pt er trans latio n is ma de pos si ble by sta bbin g w th a syr ing e tran sla tions . Che ck on ly up-to -date transla tio ns on my Wor d pre ss sit e.
It would have been easier if there had been more distance between us.
The lectures themselves are not difficult for me.
First period, language.
I am a traveling merchant, so I am good at languages.
But I don’t feel comfortable showing I’m too good at it.
When the teacher asked me to guess, I answered with one mistake.
Second period, math.
It was so easy that it made me yawn, because you would be useless as a merchant if you’re weak with numbers.
After all, my father, my teacher, had been hammering me into learning calculations since I was single-digit years old.
Third period, physical education.
I had guessed from the beginning that this subject would be a real challenge for me, but it is more of an ordeal than I had imagined.
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First of all, when the next period came around to P.E., all the girls in the classroom started taking off their sailor uniforms.
White, light blue, green, striped, polka dot, and many other underwear colors shimmered brilliantly before my eyes.
Each girl’s body, from the curve of her waist and her plumpness to the protrusion of her pelvis and collarbones, is unique and attractive in its own way.
It goes without saying that I would have loved to watch them forever, but the problem was that I had to change my clothes myself.
If my cock gets too big in this state, I will be behind bars in the blink of an eye.
As I was taking off my sailor suit, I kept telling myself not to look, but I couldn’t help but look up.
I couldn’t help it.
How could anyone not look at the dancing nymphs in front of me?
“Miss new student.”
While I was making my mindless retreat with the vigor of erasing all my one hundred and eighty worldly desires, the minister’s daughter spoke to me while taking off her skirt.
In case you are wondering, her underwear is light pink.
“Miss new student’s body is… quite different from others, isn’t it?”
Oh, no, that’s not good. Did it feel a bit masculine?
