Chapter 9: Extra has dinner with his only sister.

‘I never thought I’d meet Baek Ahra there.’

I had been in the same class as Baek Ahra in middle school.

Moreover, I had often been caught by the disciplinary committee and had to do things like community service, so I had often faced her and talked to her.

However, I haven’t exchanged a single word with her since entering high school.

In high school, our classes were different, and I hadn’t done anything that would get me caught by the disciplinary committee.

You might ask if it’s not the role of the disciplinary committee to give warnings about things like skirts, but unless they come out in the morning to enforce the rules, they don’t usually catch such minor things.

Unless it’s a big deal like a fight between students or bullying being discovered, they usually just give a verbal warning.

After all, it’s a limitation that arises because it’s a relationship between students, not a relationship between teacher and student.

If you mess with the wrong person, it can become difficult even after graduation, so the disciplinary committee is not very popular.

However, after Baek Ahra joined, it became as popular as the student council.

Most of them were people drawn to Baek Ahra.

I don’t know what’s good about such a stiff and suspicious girl, but if you just look at her appearance, she’s pretty, so it’s understandable.

While thinking that, I arrived in front of my house.

A two-story house with a yard.

It was a house I saw every day, but it felt fresh today.

In my past life, I lived in a single room at best.

It was amazing that this two-story house in front of me was my house.

“I’m home.”

“Welcome home, sis!”

When I opened the door, I heard my sister’s voice from afar in the kitchen.

At the same time, the smell of delicious food wafted into my nose.

‘Is it soybean paste stew today?’

At first, I sent a message to my sister saying I wouldn’t eat, but I eventually replied that I would eat dinner.

I had nothing to say because my sister scolded me saying that I shouldn’t skip meals with that much food, and I had promised to eat dinner with my sister as much as possible except when playing with friends.

I took off my shoes and headed to the kitchen, and the table was already mostly set.

“You’re a little late?”

“It was a bit crowded because it coincided with rush hour.”

‘I’m getting hungry.’

Perhaps it was because time had passed because of the bus, my stomach, which I thought wasn’t hungry, made a sound.

“I just need to boil the soybean paste stew a little, so go change your clothes quickly.”

“Okay.”

My sister seemed to have already washed, and she was dressed in light clothes with only an apron in front.

It’s probably natural since she came two hours earlier than me.

I go up the creaking stairs, the same as in the morning, to my room on the second floor.

‘…It’s just as messy as I left it in the morning.’

The pants were deeper in the drawer than I thought, so the clothes I had piled up moderately were forming a mountain on the bed.

In addition, the blanket that was messed up because I left the house late, it was hard to tell whether that was a bed or a place to put laundry.

If my sister saw this scene, it was clear that the text messages on my phone would be twice as long with photos attached.

‘…Let’s clean up lightly now.’

It was clear that I would be too lazy to do it after eating, so I would just put it off.

Then, I would crumple it into the drawer when it was time to go to sleep.

I couldn’t leave it alone because there were spare school uniforms there, let alone other clothes.

So I lightly folded the clothes and put them away, and then changed my school uniform, which was the original purpose, into casual clothes.

I untied my tie and took off my stuffy bra.

‘Phew, it’s comfortable.’

Wearing a bra was good because it held my chest firmly, but it was definitely cooler and more comfortable to take it off.

Even when I was a man, I only wore underwear and nothing else inside, and only wore a T-shirt or outerwear, so the stuffiness I felt while wearing a bra all day today was greatly felt.

How can I not wear it even when I go outside?

‘…But it’s not okay to show through.’

The white shirt of Aria Academy, like any other school uniform, is of course white.

Not only can you see whether or not there is a bra mark, but you can also see the flesh color well even if it doesn’t get wet.

I didn’t want to endure such embarrassment more than pursuing comfort, so I just passed the thought as just a thought.

‘Let’s see…’

I didn’t put the clothes I normally wore at home and left them on the bed.

First, the top.

It’s a plain black short-sleeved shirt.

As summer approached and it got warmer, I mainly wore light short sleeves at home.

‘It’s okay up to here…’

The problem was the bottom.

‘I think they call it dolphin shorts.’

In my past life, I only saw it in pictures, but in my present life, it was the clothes I wore at home every day.

It was very comfortable.

There’s no other clothes like this, to the point where I used it until yesterday.

But, um.

‘Should I wear it? Or not?’

Similar to the context in which I felt resistance when I saw the school uniform skirt in the morning, I felt resistance to wearing it.

‘…Yeah. Let’s wear it.’

The body that was a man was already dead.

I have to continue living as a woman, so I couldn’t keep showing resistance to this.

And as I kept looking, it didn’t seem much different from shorts.

So, I wear it.

‘…Is this really okay?’

The pants fit perfectly, of course.

I was wearing it until yesterday.

It was well ventilated and very comfortable to move around.

The only problem was, my appearance reflected in the mirror.

It was an incongruity about exposing my bare legs in a woman’s body.

‘Th, this is a bit…’

It wasn’t good emotionally.

No, I’ve certainly seen women dressed in more revealing clothes than this… but, me, me doing this really didn’t seem right.

I was walking around the house in this appearance, but no one in my family stopped me?

Feeling my face flush, I took off the dolphin shorts I was wearing.

‘Where are the shorts…’

I took out other generous shorts that came down to my knees that I put in the drawer, and I enshrined my partner that I wore until yesterday in that place.

The day will come when I wear it later.

I don’t know when.

I felt like I lost something inside me, but I thought it was just my imagination and went down to the first floor.

“Oh, it looks delicious.”

When I came down after changing my clothes, the soybean paste stew was already on the table, as if it had been boiled in the meantime.

Soybean paste stew with lots of potatoes.

It was one of my favorite foods.

“Potatoes were on sale today, so I bought some. Sit down quickly. It’ll get cold.”

I sit down according to my sister’s words.

“Then, bon appétit.”

“Bon appétit.”

After giving thanks together, we start eating dinner.

A table with only two people, which has now become a daily routine since my parents went abroad.

It was my sister I saw every day, but I felt more precious today.

Perhaps it was because I had been away from such a person once.

“Sis, why were you wearing school uniform pants today?”

While eating, I was looking at my sister’s face a little, and a sudden question came.

“…Uh, for a change of pace?”

This was all I could say.

I didn’t want to lie to my sister, but I couldn’t honestly say, ‘I remembered my memories of being a man, so it became too uncomfortable to wear a skirt, so I took out my pants.’

I didn’t want to be a sister who gave my sister more worries.

“Really? You said before while fixing your skirt, ‘I think the pants at our school are too crappy.'”

Did I say that?

…I probably did.

Was it when I went to fix the hem of my skirt two months ago?

“Still, th, sometimes I want to wear pants too.”

“…Yeah, if you say so, I guess so. Then are you going back to skirts from tomorrow?”

“Hmm…”

I will never wear it.

“No, I’m going to wear only pants for the time being. It’s more comfortable than I thought.”

“Really? Then take out the skirt you were wearing. I’m going to pick up the spare school uniform I sent to the dry cleaner tomorrow, so I’ll take it with me.”

“Okay.”

After that, she asked me where I went for the club experience.

Apparently, she was very curious about which club her sister, who hadn’t joined anywhere in middle school, would go to.

So I told her that the cooking club was the most likely.

The reason was because it was the most fun.

“Sis… in the cooking club?”

Then, she reacted as if it didn’t make sense for her sister to go to the cooking club.

Why.

“I tried cooking and it was fun.”

“…I can’t imagine you cooking.”

“Still, I made a ham sandwich well? It was delicious.”

“That’s a food that doesn’t make sense to fail. Besides, didn’t the club prepare all the ingredients? You probably just baked the ham…”

‘I, burned the ham.’

For some reason, I felt like I would lose if I said that, so I didn’t say it.

“Anyway, if I join the cooking club, I’ll be home late for two days.”

“…Send me when the date is decided later.”

After that, we didn’t talk much.

If I were to talk, I would have to start with the story of getting involved with the president in the morning, but it was clear that it would only increase her worries if I told her that story.

“It was delicious. Ah, I’ll do the dishes.”

I always did the dishes.

If I ate my sister’s food, I had to do this much.

‘Sis is joining the cooking club?’

It was strange.

My sister definitely joined the ‘book club’.

‘And she didn’t say much about the transfer student.’

I don’t know if I felt a sign that my sister didn’t want to talk to me, but I didn’t feel such a sign from my sister.

-There was a transfer student named Yoon Sejeong. So I went around here and there as a helper.

That was really it.

If this happens, the plan I set up becomes useless…

‘No. Still, there might be something I don’t know.’

I needed to find out what changed my sister.

That way, I can prevent my sister, Kim Hayeon, from being ruined.