40 40 Stories The Boys and Girls Run Through Sex Spring

That slaps my consciousness in thin blur.

As if to hurry.

"Ping Po Po Po Po"

That sounds familiar to my ears.

Follow by hand the audio sources that have prevented you from sleeping.

"Ping Po Po Po Po"

My hands can't find a smartphone that keeps making abominable noises.

"Ugh... ugh..."

I have no choice but to lift my heavy eyelid and find a smartphone that plays the line ringtone.

Upon confirmation of the screen, it was intended to inform an incoming call from an old friend.

"Yuki... don't call me or anything at this hour."

The time shown on the smartphone was around 11: 00 a.m., so otherwise, it's not the kind of time to make a call and take the blame.

But I have awakened the sleep of those who played the game until late at night. Sin is heavy.

I tap the call button to respond to a call from a smartphone, spitting out bumps and poison at an old friend.

What's wrong?

I have to go to City Hall today to discuss my physical changes. If it's an invitation to play, we have to say no early.

'Hey?'

Is that it?

I have not received any response from Yuki.

Even if you look at the screen of the smartphone, it is still indicated that the call is still in progress, so there is no reason that the call has been cut.

"Hello."

Keep the call from there. There will be no silence.

What's wrong with it?

20 seconds to wonder about it for a while.

While each other was keeping silence, the voice of Yuki was finally emitted from the smartphone.

"Shh, excuse me? I think I made a mistake. '

'Huh?'

Huh?

I calm down when I hear my tall, young (...) voice that I just said.

'No, uh, I think I made the wrong call... and I wonder if there's a wrong call on the line... or if I've heard that voice somewhere...'

I hear a solitary dialogue like Yuki's apology and completely swallow things up.

And tap the call end button fast with a finger that got a lot more corny than it did four days ago.

"Phew... what I did was in danger."

It's just that there's an event today that's going to be so physically and mentally burdensome to go to City Hall. Since I woke up, I don't want to increase my hard work.

"Ping Po Po Po Po"

The call from Yuki rings again.

I tap the end of call button with no questions asked.

And I'm going to type the sentence instantly on the line.

"Sorry, I'm calling now."

"What's wrong? I need to talk to you about something. '

"Right now, there's people by my side, and I can't seem to make the call"

It's a painful excuse, but it's all I have.

'Oh, well. I called Shintaro earlier because he spoke to me in a girl's voice. I'm a little surprised. "

"Oh, you surprise me."

"Michelle and the others are back?

Michelle and I are my parents and sister-in-law who are traveling overseas.

Evening Fai (Yuki) took the liberty of mistaken me, so there is no hand in not utilizing the sole here.

'Looks like he went out on my smartphone on his own. I'll be careful later!

"Haha. (Laughs) Be gentle with your hands."

"So, what are you talking about?

'Oh, yeah, yeah. Why don't you go with the fireworks show on August 6th and the swinging nights?

A fireworks show...

Honestly, I want to go.

I sometimes like an event called a festival.

It's hot, it's densely populated, it's loud, and above all, it's tiring.

But most of the people at the festival look fun. There are some cool things about it, but it's a good idea to buy something delicious in the street and walk around eating it.

Chilled pine, wasabi, and shaved ice.

Takoyaki is good, yakisoba and fried skewers are good, and potato butter is good.

And then there's the chilling lamb, which brings a shrewd bouncing irritation to your throat.

And the tightening looks at the fireworks blooming in the night sky and gives thought to something.

"I want to go."

Yeah.

Even if every day I live, my life is not satisfying.

Just being on the spot makes me feel like I'm part of a 'fun' space, and somehow I feel happy.

If that were to go with my classmates, it would still be extraordinary.

Every year, even when I went with them, I never once in the same year.

What we talk about is completely different that year.

Look at the fireworks. Think, think, feel.

So honestly, I want to go to the fireworks with Yuki and the others.

I'd like to go. That's not good with this look.

What should I do with my clothes in the first place? I don't have a yukata or anything, and I don't taste like wearing a sweatshirt. No, I don't know what to explain to you about this unusual look on the issue before that.

Let me think.

"What the hell, Shintaro? I go there every year, right?

This state of affairs......

I knew I needed to go to City Hall so I could explain it properly to my classmates.

'Of course, I'd love to go but... just a little bit, I might have plans, so let me think'

"Is that it? Copy that. Oh, and this year, I might ask someone else out besides Shaking Night.

"Oh? Seriously. I'll take care of it."

If Evening Fai or Shaking Night invites me, I can be anyone.

Maybe it's your classmate Masanori or around Yuji.

I'm looking forward to the night, so come on, Shintaro.

"Uh-huh."

Having finished interacting with Yuki, I will finish breakfast with the cup noodles as soon as possible and prepare to go to City Hall.

Buddha (two) Shintaro, you won't be able to deal with him unless you bring something to prove it's him, so we need to check the ID relationship exactly.

Insurance card first. And student ID.

Besides... nothing in particular.

"All right, get ready."

And then...

I stand in front of a standing mirror.

The sweatshirt I bought with the gray donkey is now loose and the silver-haired girl in the dabbled outfit looks at this one with a stinking face.

"Your outfit is a problem..."

You can't just go to City Hall with a sweatshirt or school gymnastics.

If it's clothes for women, I might be able to see them in the things my sister left behind or in my sister's room.

But, but.

But.

Is it okay for me, the man, to wear such clothes for women in real life?

I wore it but at the end of the day... I don't feel like something important breaks down in me.

But, but.

But.

Then it's also embarrassing to be going to a crowded city hall with this dabbling outfit.

"Just a little bit. Just a little bit."

Yes, I went into Michelle's room, my sister-in-law, whining over and over again.

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"It's hot. Ooh... it's really hot."

The sun that shines falls on me relentlessly.

Semi-co-minced and swallowing voices make me feel so summery that I get angry. I tend to forget when I'm stuck in a gunny room in a cooler and adventuring the world of clan clans, but it's summer now.

"There you go."

Wipe your face with a t-shirt that is a school gymnastics outfit you can wear (...).

My forehead sticks a little on my forehead and it's disgusting.

She also has long silver hair stuck to her neck and is in a steamy state.

In the end, I chose to outfit the jerseys I wear at school over the clothes of my sister's many women.

Despite its large size, the T-shirt ties the length cubically so that it doesn't feel too sloppy. The slipping half pants squeeze the hipster strap to its limit, keeping it in the groovy waist line.

Pah, you'll feel like such a beautiful foreign girl even in a basketball.

"It's so hot today..."

My grandmother, who was next door by accident, spoke to me.

"That's right. There it is. Oh, but the bus is here!

Yes, I was waiting at the bus stop to catch the bus to the neighborhood hall right now.

"Lady (...), you watch out for heat stroke, don't you? Beppin like your daughter (...), because if she falls, she's gonna make a fuss."

My grandmother laughed at me in a gentle tone and took the bus.

"Yes...... thank you"

Following my grandmother, I ascend the bus lift.

Is that your daughter......

"Fuhi-no, it's cool"

Resurrect.

Long live the cooler.

Finally, I took the bus to City Hall.

I'm a little nervous about what I'm going to be treated like, but I rode.

My hands and feet must have trembled because of the difference between the outside temperature and the temperature in the bus.

I'm sure it's just a little cold.

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When I arrived at City Hall, I first proceeded to the Citizenship Division, which would serve as a comprehensive point of contact.

This is mainly where residence certificates and income certificates are issued, but there should also have been a consultation desk on national and social security.

I think we need to hear here and prove it again as to where the department is dealing with the sexual change we are talking about in the news right now.

Issue a waiting number card and wait for your order to come.

Chillari, Chillari and the surrounding adults are coming over here to gaze.

It's kind of very uncomfortable.

Is it unusual for a child to be alone and in a space like this?

Plus, I look like a foreigner right now.

"Ha..."

Unexpectedly, I get a small sigh.

"After all, let's go home..."

Grab a waiting card that says number 23.

Will 23 more wait?

Oh, no.

But the church flower lover boy's voice comes back.

George or Mr. Announ, Mina's smile comes to mind.

My sister's worried eyes stare at this one.

And Yuki's unhesitant attitude towards me.

Finally, when I confessed while bringing Uno, Miyachi's face was full of amazement.

What did she think and feel?

I haven't heard anything yet.

I couldn't hear anything in shock.

And as it is now, I can't ask you anything.

It's painful to just face each other in front of a child who likes it.

But it's harder to keep running and never see Sy again.

"If you have a waiting card number 23, please go to reception"

In response to the staff call, I slowly headed to the reception and sat in the chair.

The tremor was only a little, it had subsided.

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Reporting and procedures for sexual transformation were lighter than I thought.

When asked in detail, there appear to be several other sexual converts who refused to publish more than the number of people reported in the news, and in fact this phenomenon seemed more frequent than the public knew. That said, it makes no difference that it is a fairly rare event.

However, to the extent that the manual for dealing with sexual transformation is also widely available at the end of city hall staff, it was observed that there are enough precedents for what happened to me.

A simple response section on sexual transformation had also been set up, so it was reassuring.

"Precision tests at the hospital..."

At the end of the procedure, I look at the documents handed over to the official.

The letter of reference to the doctor means that he is a minor and is entrusted to his parents, but the parents who are currently in Turkey do not know when they will return home.

The bureau contacted my parents, but they didn't answer the phone, so they're sending me a document on sexual transformation in the mail as soon as possible.

From the clerk's crisp response, that energetic weather parent will know how I am on the phone tomorrow or the day after.

"I guess I should do it myself...... no"

He exhales heavily, and as he waits for the bus home, the smartphone he keeps in his pocket vibrates.

Have your parents found out yet?

Looking at the display in such doubt, it was a line from my sister.

"Tallo, apparently you're doing fine in Clan Clan."

"Thanks to you. My sister looks fine."

Incidentally, officials at the bureau asked me if there were any other flesh parents in Japan, and I honestly replied that I had a sister. I lay low that I was separated and had no idea what was happening to me, and when you protected me, I threw up a lie.

To my sister...... I have to say it from my own mouth.

I feel that way.

If that sister finds out what's going on, that's what she's going to be sneaking around at 46: 00, and I'm very uncomfortable with it. Twice as many people, I don't know what my worried sister would do if she put my condition in my ear from someone else.

So you have to say it out of my mouth.

I know...

"Tallo is about to start an event [Fairy Ball], which city are you willing to go to hold it in?

Speaking of which, you were informed that the [Fairy Ball] would take place in facilities managed by the rulers of each city.

My sister seems to be a cutting-edge ancient ginseng (beta) mercenary (player), so I'm sure she'll be attending a [fairy ball] in a newly discovered city.

It's Michelangelo, the pioneer city.

I don't get lost, I give the name of the early city where all the beginners gather.

"Heh. I'll be attending Michelangelo too, so maybe I'll see Taro in a while"

Mm-hmm.

My sister's in Michelangelo, too?

But why?

No way, 'cause I'm in attendance?

'Oh, don't get me wrong. Whether Taro attends Michelangelo's ball or not, my mercenary regiment (clan) has decided to attend Michelangelo's ball.'

"Hmm."

When he tries to ask why his senior player, his sister, goes out of her way to the early city ball.

"By the way, Taro. Did you get back to Calacri's bug? Are you using a proper male character now?

Conversely, my sister asked me questions.

Little, white fingers stiff trying to tap my reply.

Imagine being seen like this by acquaintances and family.

What if?

If you didn't recognize me.

In the game, they're also accepting because it's a 'game'.

In reality, if I saw this silver-haired young girl, I'm sure it would no longer be a response to the Buddha (two) Shintaro (Tentaru) as it has always been.

I am made to realize that the reaction around me has changed without a response.

To that fear.

I have to tell you, my fingers won't move.

I am Shintaro, the Buddha who has been living as a man for sixteen years.

Whenever I see my appearance, I try to feel so strongly (...).

I keep it.

But.

Yuki or Koya.

My sister.

Look at me.

I am terribly afraid that if I am no longer me.

"I haven't had a character bug yet."

I couldn't tell you.

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Have you contacted Yuki and Shintaro about the fireworks show?

Reply to the line from Shaky Night.

'Oh, I let you in. Maybe it's your fault, but you felt a little unconcerned.'

Frankly, I'll tell you how Shintaro is doing.

'Are you saying that a quick story came up (...)?

'Shake night, I don't think that's right. I don't know, I might have plans or something,' cause I had a bit of a toothpick. '

'Right. Did you tell him you might invite other members?

"Of course."

At the very least, I have to tell Shintaro.

Because you might get mad at me later.

But I said I'd invite the other members, but it's the liver that hasn't told anyone.

"Hope you're happy, that guy"

I can easily imagine a night of shaking (and thus) smiling cool with nymphomania while watching a smartphone.

Because I would look the same right now.

"It'll be awkward, but you'll realize that the confessed person (...) doesn't care, so you don't have to worry about Shintaro either."

"From what I can tell, I don't think Shintaro and Itsu had a pulse."

'Sure. I feel the same way. That's why watching Shintaro, who cares about the failure of his confession and tries to keep his distance... makes you want to do something about it'

Making, we're good friends of Shintaro, right?

Absolutely, you're right.

"Haha. But let's make sure the day before the fireworks show you know who the person you invited is. Exactly the same day, because it's bad for Shintaro to tell (...) '

'I think I'm good enough for the day. I've eaten this far. You can have a little fun, can't you?

I certainly don't know what to say about shaking the night.

'Yeah, yeah. I know you can enjoy watching Shintaro react for a little while, but that's no good. "

'Yes, sir. The early story is that Yuki wanted to help. "

'Shut up. It was Shaky Night who told Miyano (...) to pry into what he thought about when Shintaro confessed and even set up the fireworks. "

"If I hadn't told you earlier, Yuki would have done something."

"Haha."

I hope Akane and Shintaro succeed.

"Phew."

After my summer homework, I put down a sharp pen and made contact to get into Clan Clan.

It's time to go in. Talo matters, but it's also important to make our Mercenary Corps (Clan) [Hundred Rides Night] stronger. "

'To be able to help someone?

"Give yourself a break."

I give it back to you for real in the shaky night tease.

I can't let someone I care about suffer because when I know it and leave it, my heart goes out of my way.

My motive for wanting to help is, yes, self-satisfaction, which can also be called hypocrisy.

I want to protect you, and I want to help you, so I'll move on to action.

It's not for anyone.

I'm just following my feelings.

It's what I do for myself.

Night shake 'cause you have the same passion glasses as me.