When TS High School Boys Are Too Adaptable Chapter 30

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ED: Sphenimersus

The brown-haired girl is glaring at me, but other girls stand there expressionless.

It might be better described as indifferent or maybe appreciative.

Whatever, they aren’t my type.

“May I help you?” (Kei)

She had called me by name, so there might be an errand for me to do.

There’s no way they are lost and I have a bad feeling about this since there is no one else around.

Especially since I’m standing here in just my panties and camisole.

Maybe they want to take a picture of me like this, but fortunately, they are still in their gym clothes and their phones are probably still in their lockers.

“There is something I would like to make sure of.”

“Hmm?” (Kei)

Just what would that be? I don’t believe that is really what you want.

While I'm wondering what she really wants, the brown-haired girl slowly walks toward me with the other girls a step behind her.

She stops about a meter in front of me and slowly looks me over from top to bottom.

I’m a bit embarra.s.sed, considering the present circ.u.mstances.

“What is it you want to make sure of?” (Kei)

I asked, while trying to endure my embarra.s.sment.

She continues to look at me and doesn’t answer immediately.

She doesn’t seem to want to look away from me. Then one of the other girls pokes her back.

“I'm here to see if you're really a girl.”

What?

Whether I’m really a girl or not?

I don’t understand. What can’t you see already?

I involuntarily look down at myself. I’m only in underwear, so my C cup b.r.e.a.s.t.s are pushing out my camisole nicely and I’m only wearing panties below. I don’t quite follow your train of thought here.

You ought to understand that I’m a girl just by looking.

If I was a man, my panties would have an obvious bulge. Clearly, someone isn’t thinking very well.

“No… Umm…”

The girl in front of me seems to be a little uneasy and takes a step back.

However, I can’t deny that I’m somewhat excited by the experience of being pressured by the girl.

“You might have used something to fake having b.r.e.a.s.t.s.”

One of the girls in the back says and starts grinning maliciously.

Wait a second. That girl seems to have a different reason for this than the brown-haired girl.

“Yes! You look like a girl, but you're really a man!”

The brown-haired girl suddenly cried out, seeming to supporting what the other girl said.

My appearance is completely that of a woman, but how I think of myself hasn’t really changed.

Well, I say I’m a man at heart. Although I might not understand myself very well, so I can only say what I think.

"She looks totally like a real girl.”

I feel a bit uneasy, especially since they are bigger than I am.

I step back and feel the coolness of the metal locker through my thin camisole, so I can’t fall back any further.

All I can do is try moving sideways away from them.

“Take off her clothes!”

“Hey! No, wait a second!” (Kei)

“We’re not waiting!”

“Can’t you already see I’m a girl?” (Kei)

“I don't know what you really are!”

I can’t even look at them as I continue to try to reason with them, then I b.u.mp into the side of the couch, and fall to my knees.

“Ah!” (Kei)

Before I could even think to get up, one of the black-haired girls quickly pressed my arms against the floor.

I try to fight back desperately, but I can’t do anything in this position.

I mean, it’s not like I have a lot of strength now.

“Hey! What do you think you are doing!?” (Kei)

“Now!”

The girl holding my arms yells out and the brown-haired girl closes in on me.

My arms are pinned, but my legs are loose. I think I might be able to get free if I can kick them.

This is very bad situation, like a man s.e.xually hara.s.sing a woman.

While I hesitated, both of my legs were pinned down.

‘No, stop this already!’ I thought to myself, because I'm so upset that I have been put in this position.

If I was still the same, I would have been able to kick you off without any hesitation, but now, all I can do is scream in protest.

I can’t do anything, even though I use all my strength to do so.

“Aha!”

The brown-haired girl says with both hands are under my camisole.

“Stop! d.a.m.n It! Wait a minute!” (Kei)

It was as if I hadn’t said anything, because she starts to ma.s.sage my b.r.e.a.s.t.s underneath my camisole.

"[Gyah!!!]” (Kei)

“They are…???”

The brown-haired girl starts to say doubtfully after I had screamed at the top of my lungs, but what’s so strange?

My b.r.e.a.s.t.s aren’t fake anything. This is truly all me.

Just when I think she is going to take her hands off me, my camisole is roughly yanked up, exposing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Huh? What? Why?"

The brown-haired girl asked with a confused expression. Her face then hardens and she moves her hands down toward my waist.

“No! No! Seriously! Don’t do it!” (Kei)

I feel every muscle in my back locks up, making it feel as if my spine might snap.

Of course, it wasn’t as if she was ever really going to listen to me. My panties were pulled down to my thighs, leaving me feeling a mix of terror and shame.

“No!! I can't be a bride anymore!” (Kei)

“Noth... Nothing is there...”

The brown-haired girl murmurs with an appalled expression. She should have already known that without having to strip me!!

Although, I think you have much bigger problems now.

My arms and legs that had been pinned down were finally freed, but I can’t spare any thought about that, as I cover my face with both hands…

…and without bothering to fix my lowered panties or covering my exposed b.r.e.a.s.t.s, I start sobbing.