"Hahaha, just try it on, try it on~! Hmm... why so shy today, baby girl? You usually adore this flirty-cute style, right? Didn't you even ask Mom to alter your school uniform before...?"
S-s-school uniform...
At this, Olivia flushed deeper. Damn it... Who knew why this Bluehaired Loli had gone to learn Natasha's bold fashion? That skirt was so short—Olivia couldn't handle it at all.
"Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll wear long pants to school. Gotta dig out my uniform trousers, ugh~"
"Huh? Skirts are lovely! So breezy, aren't they?" Fufu tilted her head, puzzled.
"Not used to it... I... I can't get accustomed!" Olivia stammered.
Fufu froze, blinking her big doll-like eyes in confusion. Seconds later, she burst out laughing: "Alright, alright, got it~ Oh dear... my baby's all grown up! Perfect timing—your aunt moved out, and at your age, it's time to sleep separately. People might tease you for still sharing Mom's bed~! I'll take the guest room tonight. After tidying up, this room's all yours!"
"Eh? No... it's not—" Olivia started, then fell silent. She thought: Fufu Mom was gentle and adorable, everything she'd imagined in a mature woman... but... ahem, having her own space sounded nice too.
"Anything else? Oh—that outfit? Hmm... if you're shy, I'll be out soon anyway. Baby girl... you could secretly try it on. Mom won't peek~" Fufu chirped, walking to the door. She turned, waving: "Late now. Sweet dreams, baby girl~"
...
The beautiful woman closed the door softly. The cramped bedroom, now empty except for the girl, felt... strangely spacious.
Olivia lowered her head, eyes drifting to the nightgown on the bed.
Who'd sneak-wear that! Like she was some temptation-prone girl—I'd rather skip these clothes entirely! Ugh, skirts were awful lately. Always feeling exposed down there. Her altered uniform skirt was so short, she feared flashing with every step. The tight waist showed her figure but pinched uncomfortably.
Olivia flopped onto the bed with a sigh. Yep, she still couldn't adapt to girl life. Her old otaku self never cared about outfits.
Hmm... hiss—
Something's off...
Lying there, she realized: Why was this outfit so itchy for sleeping? Her skin prickled; her body felt sticky. Probably from walking too much this afternoon at the housekeeping guild. Right—it wasn't even bedtime. She hadn't washed up.
So Olivia quietly showered, then changed into the nightgown she'd "accidentally" grabbed from the bedside... Yep, totally accidental!
Ahem... Just too lazy to find other clothes. Not like she wanted this one.
The Bluehaired Loli sat on a stool before the mirror, drying her hair with a magic tool. Unconsciously, her gaze caught her reflection—youthful yet alluring, fair and tender. A blush spread as she murmured: "This nightgown's too revealing... but the figure's amazing. Hmm... though big assets are heavy burdens..."
She reached to cup her bust—when a terrifying thought struck.
Hiss—
Right! I'm a girl now... but never tried... that thing.
Should I... should I... or...
Her hands crept downward. Hearts sparkled in her eyes. Just then—suddenly...
【YES! DO IT DO IT DO IT!!!!】
【HOLY CRAP, THIS STREAM SELF-CENSORS?! SCREEN'S ALL HOLY LIGHT—I ONLY SEE LOLI-SENIOR'S FACE!】
【DIDN'T THIS HAPPEN DURING HER FIRST BATHROOM TRIP? HEALTHY CIVILIZED GREEN STREAM NOW, LOL.】
【EVEN THE SEE-THROUGH NIGHTGOWN'S CENSORED IN STREAM AHHH!】
【DAMN IT! FINE, SOUND'S ENOUGH FOR ME—STREAMER, HURRY UP AND GOOO—!】
【STREAMER'S ALREADY CRAVING GIRL JOYS~ FEMINIZATION'S NEAR, SO SAD~】
【HOLY SHIT SHIT SHIT—WHY ARE YOU GUYS STILL HERE—!】
That last panicked comment was Olivia's mental scream. Seeing the chatroom pop up, the Bluehaired Loli—about to embrace her girl body—jumped up. Her feet slipped. *Thud!* She slammed onto the tiles.
Ugh—
Ow ow ow ow ow...
After a while, Olivia tearfully stood. Too embarrassed and furious to examine herself, she dashed to her bedroom, yanked the blanket over her head, and buried reality. Ugh—
Just sleep early.
...
Deep night. Garden District lights dimmed one by one. The city sank into silence. Only night-shift maids guarded Olivia's home.
Yet sound-asleep Olivia dreamt... a window opening. Someone lifted her from bed, hoisted her onto their back, and slid down a rope. They sprinted away—
She strained to see their face. Blurry outlines formed her father's features. She barely remembered him, but warmth flooded her. Dad... Dad's back?
Mom and I... we've waited so long...
Unconsciously, she hugged tighter, arms around their neck. Movement quickened. The air grew colder than under covers...
...
Wait—where am I?!
Olivia jolted awake. Shock hit her: She was actually being carried on someone's back?!
Dawn wind stung her face. Her feet dangled, strong hands gripping her thighs. They hurried up a familiar staircase.
Her heart froze. Holy crap, this is...
I'm...
Being kidnapped—!
"HOLY CRAP, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? PUT ME DOWN! HELP! A BLOSSOMING BEAUTY'S BEING KIDNAPPED—HELP—!"
Her screams startled the carrier. The 1.9-meter giant whipped his head around, urgent: "Senior... shh! It's me! I'm rescuing you!"
"Eh? G-Gawain?!"
