A soft and delicate white slip, it was a pure fabric, like a dress chosen within a dream.

“…Alright then, next let’s have you put this on. I think it will suit you very well.”

The female staff member offered it as though she were handling a treasured object.

Thin lace ran along the shoulder straps, a small ribbon sat at the chest and a single pale pink flower was embroidered there.

It looked like a pure white costume sewn to present a modest young girl, a sweet and innocent fabric filled with gentle charm.

‘A slip… you say…’

It was the reality that he could not even choose whether or not to be dressed.

His fingertips trembled and regardless of his will, he accepted the fabric that was handed to him.

Keeping his eyes lowered, he took the slip with shaking fingers.

The lightness of the cloth only made it feel less real, as if only Gō’s hands were floating inside a fairy tale.

‘…This… on this body…’

Right now, on his chest, was the cute pink bra he had been made to wear earlier.

Trimmed with lace and ribbon, with a small satin bow tied at the center, it bloomed at his chest like a decoration.

And inside its cups were two soft silicone pads, special inserts that raised what had once been flat into an unnaturally round, girlish swell.

From the outside, even if modest in size, the outline of ‘breasts’ would clearly be visible.

That fact, that this shape had been unmistakably implanted onto the body he once had as a man.

‘And on top of that… even this…’

“…It’s alright. Now, please lift your shoulders just a little.”

As he followed the gentle voice of the staff member and the straps were placed over his shoulders, in that instant a shiver crawled down from his shoulders to his back.

‘Ah…’

The moment the fabric slid from his shoulders down his back, something deep in his skin reacted with a faint fizz.

It was far too clear to be called a mere premonition, a sharp moment where his body tilted toward feminine sensation.

‘To have my skin stirred like this… just by fabric… Is my skin already starting to forget that it was once male…’

Gō’s skin responded to women’s clothing faster than his own will, as though only his body were surrendering first.

Each time the fabric brushed him, his smooth, hairless skin picked it up almost like ‘arousal’.

The inside of the slip was smooth, cool and soft.

It was trying to perfectly tailor the body he now had, already wearing women’s underwear beneath it.

‘The pad’s fullness… even through the slip, the shape shows properly…’

At his chest, the false breasts softly pushed up against the layered fabric.

In the mirror, anyone would see it as nothing other than ‘a girl’s chest’.

“Fufu… your skin is so smooth. I understand why the fabric feels good to you.”

The female staff member gently let the hem of the slip fall.

As the fabric brushed his thighs and settled softly around his waist, Gō could do nothing but endure the swirl of shame, humiliation and a faint rustle of pleasure.

‘If I’m made to stand in front of the mirror… anyone would see me as nothing but a girl… If coach, or the guys from the gym, saw me like this… Me, who was called a beast… wearing girls underwear like this… even my chest made to swell… It’s unbearably embarrassing… This… this isn’t my body…’

But this was no longer something he could resist.

‘Even wearing clothes isn’t my choice anymore… I just obey and entrust myself as I’m told… That’s the only path left…’

“Fufu, the slip look on ‘Takeshi-kun’ is complete♡”

The one teasing him was Sara.

Giggling, she pinched the hem of the slip and checked how closely the fabric clung to Gō’s body.

“You know, if you said you wanted to wear it yourself, it would suit you even more. But because you’ve got that ‘forced into it’ look, it might be even sexier♡ And you can see the pink bra through it properly too. See, you can even tell your nipples are a little raised, right?”

Gō reflexively tried to cover his chest with his arms.

But even that movement looked like a ‘girlish gesture of shame’.

“Très bien. The slip is layered perfectly over ‘women’s underwear’.”

The one who said this calmly was Claire, still seated on the sofa.

As she crossed her legs again, her eyes observing Gō were like those of an artist evaluating a completed sculpture.

“The lift of the bra, the line of the straps and the sway of the slip. All of it is designed to present you as a ‘girl’. Your skin is properly ‘accepting’ all of it. Clothing meant to make you look cute, that is a slip. ‘Underwear born to be seen’… who it will end up enticing, you’ll find out in time.”

‘…’

An inexpressible emotion caught in his throat.

Even so, he became aware that somewhere in his lower abdomen, a faint warmth was gathering and a part that should have been completely slack was slowly beginning to react.

‘Why… from something like this…’

The slip had simply been put on him.

And yet, his body had been transformed into one that responded, ruled against its will by ‘women’s fabric’.

That fact was more humiliating than anything else.

‘Am I… going to live every day… with skin like this, in underwear like this…’

In the silence, the hem of the slip swayed softly.

Women’s underwear is sewn entirely ‘to be seen by someone’.

Wrapped in that intention, his body ached deep in his chest.

Even that sway was calculated as the attire of a girl meant to attract men.

And now, the reality that it was him wearing it was the most miserable and inescapable truth of all.