60 60 Stories Beautiful Girl Cumming Out (2)

The root of the fear that has been smoking (dull) in my chest since I became a girl is a change in values.

For example, extreme stories.

If there was a girl who was dating me, and she made a change one day to a young boy around 10 years old on the border. Will I be able to keep seeing her as a paedophile? In the first place, can you even look at young boys like that legally?

The sweet mouthfeel that adorns a page of youth, and the child-creating desire that a boy wouldn't burn to death. Can we hold all of that to someone who has suddenly become a young same-sex?

How do you feel about a girl you like, all kinds of ethics and concepts, be overshadowed from the ground up?

My sister, my friend, I couldn't help but say out of suspicion and awe that the relationships I'd been building would easily collapse.

But now.

It was my closest family and I showed the truth to my sister for taking care of me from an early age.

"According to my memory... Taro was supposed to be a boy, is that something called a misremembered (...)?

There was an extremely serious light in both eyes of her sister, accompanied by its brilliant lacquer black, as if she had carefully polished up the obsidian. For a moment I had the illusion that my sister was confused by the unusual way of expressing her memory, but apparently it could be a mistake.

"... ugh, gu"

When you see me as me, the tears of joy for my sister, who instantly nursed and believed me, just drip off, and there's no sign of stopping at all.

Still, it conveys that my sister in front of me is seriously looking for answers, so I manage to drop my non-working head, plumbing the little grain of Shizuku that flows down my eyes.

"Memory, no?

My sister nods quietly when she confirms it as a pussy.

My sister wasn't supposed to be a person who couldn't be confident in her memory.

So why are you asking me that?

The question is about to come out with my mouth, but first I decide to be honest about what happened to me.

"It's not a mistake. I'm my sister's brother... but my body suddenly changed about 10 days ago..."

Slowly, but surely.

Cumming out everything from the closing ceremony.

That I had been girling and then running to escape reality in Clan Clan. In the first instance, I also reported physical changes at City Hall. That your symptoms fall into the category of sexual transformation reported in the news and elsewhere.

My sister never uttered any words in the meantime, she just listened in silence. Sometimes I frown, sometimes I distort my eyes, sometimes I bite my lips. Unlike my usual cool sister, every facial expression that appeared on my face wore the warmth that led me through.

My guilt for what I keep a secret with nature swells.

A status report similar to my redemption fell into the pompous, pompous and silent room.

"Sister, I can't really tell you, the... sorry"

After everything I said, my sister exhaled in a ho like she was relieved somewhere.

"So it wasn't a bug..."

"Yeah......"

"Stupid, my brother"

Oh man, I shrugged my shoulder, and my sister socked me over.

"Taro, Shintaro... did you think that being a girl would change my treatment of you?

"Yes, somewhat..."

It's a lie. I really couldn't help but be afraid to be dealt with completely differently than before. That's what it means to look different. Not to mention my gender...

"Sure, it could change somewhat. There are always areas to change as your body changes. Nonetheless, as Taro's physical predecessor today, I have a duty to provide the guidance and education that I deserve."

My sister, who said so and looked at me, was sober as a sunshine, like a priest who gave herself to the Divine Buddha.

"However, for example..."

Once the words are separated, my sister starts to speak again in the same tone that teaches me to sneeze.

"My dads brought me Michelle. Do you think Michelle, now our sister, would have changed our attitude even if she were our brother? Do you think there's a difference in how you feel about being family to your sister?

Sister's, the question fell to Ston and his chest.

Our sister, Michelle, who lost her parents and was to be picked up by us after all sorts of circumstances. Even if she were my brother, the childhood days and memories we've had together, they won't be lost, and it won't make any difference to how I feel about being a valued member of my family.

"Doesn't make a difference... Michelle is our family that matters"

I couldn't trust my sister so wonderful, and I was so ashamed of being alone and worried about her. My sister was a painful moment to say that she was a broad and big person in so many ways.

"Don't you? That's the same thing for me."

That said, my sister stares at me with a sharp gaze and squeezes her bush with her right hand.

"You fool!

And he waved down his right hand firmly gripped to my head as it was.

Gatsun and dull pain thrust through the top of his head, running from back to foot, across every corner of his body.

"Tell me sooner this time."

The wonder and its pain were filled with definite plumage. It's like a pleasant pocky cheer creeping into my anxiously closed chest. Unexpectedly, I look up at my sister and let her face fall apart.

"Don't show that loose smile to anyone but your family."

My sister shrugged something she didn't quite understand and turned to her as she rocked her straight long black hair.

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Did you tell your sister about this to your father and mother? When he asked me and I said I should be passing through City Hall, I got a big sigh of relief.

"You know, no matter how many free people those (...) parents, if Taro were to be like this, he'd fly home. I'll call you now."

Soon after, my sister started calling my father on a smartphone.

Besides, in speaker mode so that my father's voice can be heard by me too.

When my sister called, she immediately seemed to be connected and quickly asked if the City Hall about me had received any doctor's references, documents, etc.

"Ahhh - you've been getting calls from numbers you don't know so many times..."

Somehow, you can hear a continuous sound behind your back that resembles a doodle-doo and a gunshot, or someone screaming, or something that fuels anxiety, but your father's voice is always normal driving.

Did Shintaro get sick?

I guess the city hall clerk called me over and over.

I half-expected that my father, who was a child troubled, knew what was going on with me and didn't contact me at all, but he probably didn't tell me about me.

As a City Hall employee, I assume I have a guardian named my sister, or maybe it was a stance to see how things went for a while.

It was also convenient for me to postpone when my family would know about my changes.

So although I had somehow taken it as bonkers.

"Dad, what a delicious thing to do."

I look at my sister's face like Nobu and regret it.

To my father over the phone, my sister, who was quietly furious, had so sharp an air that she seemed to rip everything apart just by touching it.

... Dad, I'm sorry.

You should have called from my cell sooner.

"Okay, I'm gonna answer my beloved daughter's phone."

"My beloved son is in trouble. It was a phone call about it."

"You've been contacted by the Turkish International Secretariat that the mail came from Japan."

Mother's voice inadvertently reaches as someone screams, screams, and yells. I'm sure he was behind his father as well.

"Ahhh, that one. They'll be here soon."

"This way. Where are you now? How's Michelle?

My sister makes a question attack with fierce momentum.

'Ahhh, it's Pakistan now. Michelle can't bring him this far where the situation is just unsettling, so she keeps it beside someone she can trust. I'll let you go back to Japan when the summer is over ~'

"Pakistan? Why are you in such a mess again...... ha, that's enough. It's a lot harder than that."

Then briefly, my sister explained the situation to her parents and quickly put in place future policies to hang up the phone. Knowing my current situation, my father and mother screamed no less than the hustle and bustle I could hear from behind, and were in such a hurry that they didn't know if I was safe or not feeling strange, or if they were concerned about my health at a time when my gender was reversed, or if this was an important confirmation, etc., or if they were discussing it with me as a couple.

When I give you a few answers on the phone, you're really changing your voice like a girl! and my father's slightly uneven feelings were impressive.

"Yes. Then we'll go to the hospital after a light lunch."

After finishing the phone call, my sister was entering a mediocre mode that did not say yes or no.

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My father and mother grasped my changes and quickly rescheduled to return to Japan in three weeks. At that time, Michelle seems to be accompanying us. In other words, Michelle was originally planning to settle here for a while, along with the end of her summer vacation in Japanese schools.

After finishing the family meeting early, my sister was ready to go to City Hall and receive a letter of referral to the doctor as a parental representation, accompanying me to my hospital.

"Taro, keep this on."

Of course, when I went out, I was dressed in private clothes for the women my sister Michelle left behind, without the right of veto. For a moment only, I'd like to think it was my fault that my sister's eyes were glowing demonically and inadvertently.

At the hospital, I had CT scans, blood, and some sebum taken, but at this stage, they said there were no abnormalities (...).

Yes, she was diagnosed as a healthy girl (...) who saw nothing unusual.

I'm still discouraged by the consequences, but now that I have a sister beside me, I was never more anxiously driven than I thought.

After all the inspections, by the time I got home, the sun was starting to tilt.

Take in the laundry with your sister on the beach where the West Sun shoots.

"... To be honest, I was scared"

Once again, when I was scientifically determined to be a woman, I honestly told her how I felt, not to say anything.

My sister stops me from retrieving dry clothes. And without looking at me, I nodded small.

"Me too."

My sister seemed to look far away somewhere to hear her long dark hair played by a small blowing evening. At the end of his gaze, he is poised for sinking red. On its frivolous side, it felt like there was a shadow somewhere.

My sister moaned in a low voice at the pretend as we silently stared at each other at the sunset for a while.

"Even Taro (...), I thought you said something strange"

Though I think I have uttered a sufficiently incredible phenomenon of girlisation, I wait without uttering words to prevent my sister from continuing.

"Those guys... it's Tom and Jerry..."

Odysan Mercenaries (players) whose names are frequently found on both sides of their sister in the clan clan spill from their mouths.

"Actually, those two are friends from the same department, but I've been saying strange things for eight days..."

Those two look like, in the game, mercenaries in the war. Middle-aged, but I heard they were in their twenties in real age, but I wasn't expecting them to be alumni at the same age as my sister.

"There was a weird building on the university campus at some point... and even though it was very similar to the church in Clan Clan, I said it would have been there for a long time."

To sum up my sister's story.

The universities she attends are dotted with several sister schools in foreign countries and can also be Catholic universities. So the grounds in the school are equipped with Christian churches and chapels, but they said that one day they had been replaced by a whole building like the one in Clan Clan on the border.

"Though Tom and Jerry were also surprised (a lot) at the beginning I realized, the next day I had no doubt that 'this sect has existed for a long time' and on the contrary I had doubts about my sanity. And what religion is Christianity?"

So when I finally saw my brother as a girl, I felt anxious about my eyes and memories, and my sister was alone.

I see. Is that why you've been asking me what I don't remember?

She was my sister who behaved like nothing, but her back seemed slightly smaller. So I stick out consciously with a strong voice to reassure you.

"You have Christianity. I wonder if Tom and Jerry haven't studied history. I thought Christianity was within common sense."

"Yes. Right. Good, you know Taro. But everyone at the university has a normal attitude about having that building, so I'm tempted to wonder if I've lost my mind."

While relieved, there was a small wrinkle (wrinkle) between her sister's brows.

If a building suddenly shows up at my school like it exists in the game, I might even doubt my sanity. I wonder if that's what made the game too much to distinguish reality from fiction. Moreover, Tom and Jerry, two alumni who are supposed to be playing the same game, argue that there has been this building for a long time, and that they will not be playing the game, if other students and the majority of school officials do not do anything strange, they will indeed bear a great deal of mistrust in themselves.

"That's right. I'll check with my friends about that Christianity thing."

That helps, and my sister smiles lightly.

"Speaking of which, did you talk to that friend about what happened to Taro?

I lean down unexpectedly to the questions I get.

"No... not yet..."

Cumming out at evening glow or shaking night. Like my sister, they're important to me. I guess he's the next person in the family that needs to be faced faster than anyone else when he's in high school and he reaches out to me with a white tease.

But my sister is a woman. By contrast, they are boys.

I'm worried about what the difference will make. Can we get along like we've been talking about idiots before?

"For me (ahem), brother or sister, but it doesn't matter. It's an important day. What? That's not all you need."

says my sister.

"Taro is Taro"

And I'm gently turning my hand around my back on my shoulder.

"Decent Shintaro. And sweeten me."

I can hold him for a long time.

My sister and I...

Something dissolves my anxiety.

The warmth like this leaky day, the little light, is a sign that you care about me the same as you care about me.

"Mm-hmm. Okay, okay."

With that said, my sister with a decent face.

"Hey, sister"

"What, Taro?"

"Has the treatment changed a bit?

"Thinking Taro is cute hasn't changed anything."

Pompous and gentle hands, now he puts his hand on the top of my head.

"But at this age, you're smart. If you're in the game... fine."

My sister says back to me in a resolute tone.

"I will not allow you to go against my sister's will."

Yeah. This fortitude hasn't changed anything.

If you have feelings, some things don't change.

While I endured the embarrassment of being hugged by my sister on the veranda, I blurted out at that.

"Tomorrow I'm going to go buy Taro some new clothes. Of course it's women's stuff."

Hmm...?

"No way, Taro. You're not going to do the Hentai act of borrowing the clothes of your sister, Michelle, and wearing them as you should, are you?

"Yeah!?

"Where we need to respond, we need to act quickly."

Nickely laughing sister.

"Yeah, yeah!?

Fast-paced stars are beginning to blink in the swarm-blue sky where a dimly darkened vale descended on Sy. My voice of agitation was sucked into such a quiet, dark sky.