POV: Saiki Kusuo
When I woke up, my clothes felt loose. My shirt collar was touching my collarbone and I felt weight on my shoulders. I looked down and there it is.
Breasts.
Not trying to sound weird, but I feel like I have seen this before. But the problem is, I didn't want this to happen. I looked at the nearest mirror and saw Kusuko, the female version of myself. I can't even go back to normal. And of course I had plans for today.
Ding Dong
Speak of the devil.
T: Are you ready, Saiki-kun?
Who she sees in front of her is Kusuko Saiki, wearing an oversized shirt and pants.
T: Kusuko-chan?!
Oh yeah, she thinks that Kusuko is my little sister that studies abroad. I was going to say something but,
T: How are you, I haven't seen you since we hang out at the dessert buffet.
I really need to tell her before its too la-
T: Oh, Are you wondering why I called for your brother?
I did not ask about it at all.
T: Well, I don't know if you heard it from your parents,
Hm?
T: And I'm sure you wouldn't hear it from your brother,
Why do I want to keep listening?
T: But Kusuo and I are...dating.
She quickly turns around out of embarrassment.
Darn, I'm blushing. Good thing she turned around so that she wouldn't see his boyfriend's sister weirdly blushing from that statement
POV: Teruhashi Kokomi
"But Kusuo and I...are dating."
I quickly turned around. I didn't want to blush red in front of her. Its the first time I talked about my relationship with Saiki to someone.
I'm so embarrassed!
All right. I need to calm down. I don't want to keep Kusuko hanging.
POV: Saiki Kusuo
T: So Kusuko, where is your brother?
Well, the jig is up. Again, I was going to say something but,
T: Actually, maybe we should take this as an opportunity to have a girls' hangout. I'm sure Saiki would understand.
Would I?
T: But before that, what are you wearing Kusuko?
Oh yeah, I'm wearing my usual clothes, but since my female form is smaller, they look loose.
T: I can get the loose concept but, you can get better clothes for that. I swear, your fashion sense is almost as bad as your brother.
What did she say about my fashion sense, well, not that I have one.
T: Come on, let's go.
Good grief, guess I'm doing this now.