Title: Chapter 11

I'm a boy, but I'm wearing such revealing swimwear. The subtle sense of guilt suffocates me.

I look at myself in the full-length mirror, my hand covering my face in shame. My blushing face shows that I still have some sense of shame left.

Isn't it strange? This is the physiological reaction I have when I, as a boy, wear the girl's clothes that I never tried before after knowing that I am a boy.

I force myself to look in the mirror. I need to quickly adapt to my current appearance so that I won't reveal any flaws in front of Agelia.

But the result...

My legs inexplicably go weak. I don't know what's happening to me. My body feels both ashamed and excited. I move to the bathroom and turn on the showerhead to cool down my burning body with cold water. It helps a little bit.

It's strange, isn't it? I feel even more embarrassed when I see myself in the mirror than when others look at me.

I walk out of the bathroom barefoot and experience for the first time the feeling of being wet in a swimsuit. The elastic fabric clings tightly to my skin, and because it's wet, I can feel a slight coolness penetrating through. "Ah-choo!" I hope I won't catch a cold.

I quickly take off the swimsuit, which somehow curls up into a circle. The elasticity is really good. It reminds me of the white stockings I wear at church, which also have great elasticity.

Should I try them on tomorrow? After all, maid outfits can be paired with various stockings. But... if I change every day, will the brave hero look at me strangely?

As I pondered, I quickly put on the underwear and maid outfit. Speaking of which, the bra I'm wearing now has lace. Compared to the bras in Triste's wardrobe, it's a far cry in terms of size. "A dwarf among giants."

After finishing dressing up, I sneakily left Triste's bedroom with the "stolen" swimsuit. I put the swimsuit back in my own room and returned to the living room. The brave hero hadn't even glanced at her magic book. She just stared straight at me.

"Um.. Is there something on my face?" I weakly asked.

"Did you take a shower? Your hair is wet."

"Yes, I took a quick shower," I replied shyly. Then I sat beside the fireplace to dry my hair.

"Your face is all red," she said, taking a sip of her tea.

"Wh-where??" I nervously touched my face. I couldn't tell her that I blushed because of the swimsuit, right?

"The tea is cold now, right? I'll brew a new pot for you."

"It's okay, I like drinking it at room temperature."

She then put the teacup back on the crystal coffee table. Unfortunately, it was exactly where I had clumsily repaired it with holy light. With a crack, the repaired part couldn't withstand the weight and broke again. In an instant, the teacup and the plate of lemons fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Seeing her instinctively try to pick them up, I quickly rushed up, "Don't... Don't move, I'll clean it up!"

Oh no.

I accidentally stepped on a lemon and slipped...!

Losing my balance, I fell onto her in a rush...!

When I regained my senses, I found myself pinning her down on the sofa...!

Huh... huh??

I looked into her eyes, and she, being pressed by me, looked at me in confusion. We were so close that we could even feel each other's breathing.

"I-I'm sorry!"

I quickly got up, and my hand, which had been misplaced, moved away from her chest.

"..."

She remained silent and just sat up. Maybe because she also saw me as a girl, she wasn't angry?

I noticed a drop of red blood seeping from her right index finger.

"You're bleeding...?"

"Yeah, you reminded me a bit too late. I accidentally touched it."

It must've been a scratch from the broken teacup. Without hesitation, I picked up her fair hand and put her index finger in my mouth.

"Huh? You..."

She didn't pull away, just looked at me in surprise.

At the same time, I realized that I was doing something absurd. In fact, anything I put my mouth on would be blessed by holy light and have a healing effect. Whenever I accidentally cut my hand while cooking, I just put it in my mouth and it healed instantly. So, without thinking too much, I did it on instinct.

In fact, this behavior is too intimate, right? It's the first time I've done something like this. I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I..."

"The wound... it's healed? Is this also a miracle of the holy light? Thank you.""Um..." I nodded. She actually thanked me, which made me feel a little awkward. As I looked up at her, she was also looking at me.

"You're so cute, you would be popular in my previous world too."

"Thank you for the compliment..."

My face blushed again. Why did she suddenly say that? Was it because my hair was wet after taking a shower and it gave off a different feeling? Or was it because the way I just held her finger seemed a bit coquettish? Ugh... I can't explain it clearly.

"Um..."

I stuttered.

"I still don't know your name."

"Lienchi," she answered softly.

I firmly remembered it, on the second day of being with the interdimensional traveler, I finally knew her name.

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At night, I stayed in my bedroom and handed the envelope I wrote to Triste to the crow, letting it fly away.

There were only a few words in the letter: "The hero wants to learn magic today."

That's all I wanted to report. As for her name, it had nothing to do with the strategy, I just wanted to remember it myself.

I recalled what happened during the day. In her eyes, I was just a girl, so her compliment was just praise between same-sex friends.

But for a boy like me who cross-dresses, being praised as cute by the opposite sex would make me feel complicated...

I lay back on the bed, tossing and turning. For the past fifteen years, I have always considered myself a girl and even made friends with a group of sisters who became my close companions. To me, they were like older sisters and best friends.

However, now that I know I'm a boy... will I start liking girls?