Reona and Riona kept dragging me around mercilessly. Normally with the two of them I’d get envy-and-jealousy stares; today, instead, I was being subjected to creepier looks.
“Shopping is so fun — right, Ryouka-chan?”
”…Do I look like I’m having fun?”
“Way more than usual. I’m sure you’re glad you transitioned from Ryouya to Ryouka.”
“If that’s what you see, go visit an ophthalmologist.”
I was wrung out; Reona and Riona were radiant. I wanted to ask whether humiliating me was that fun, but I knew the answer.
“Next — underwear shopping.”
“Hey, do I really have to come along—?”
“Of course. Ryouka.”
“It’s fine — you’re not Ryouya-kun right now, you’re Ryouka-chan. No one will give you weird looks.”
The crossdressing was indeed flawless. But if I got outed mid-aisle, the consequences would be worse than nothing.
A guy who crossdressed to enter the women’s underwear floor would be tagged as a creep on the spot. I tried to resist; lost; brought.
“Hmm — Ryouka-chan, between this and this, which?”
“I want Ryouka to pick for me too.”
The two of them kept presenting underwear for selection. To not give away the voice, I pointed silently.
But every selection just spawned a new pair. They were evidently enjoying watching my embarrassed silent-pointing.
Pretty faces, deeply sadistic. I do not have the humiliated-male fetish.
Then again, maybe Reona and Riona have the humiliating others fetish. I had to endure until they were satisfied.
”…Surely that’s satisfaction.”
“Aw, can we go a little longer?”
“Yeah, not quite enough.”
“You serious…”
I had been thoroughly humiliated and my HP was deep in the negatives. Any more and I’d ascend and isekai into another world.
Although — if I did isekai, Reona and Riona would probably chase me there too.
“But, fine — I’m getting nostalgic for Ryouya-kun. Forgiven.”
“A touch unsatisfied is best.”
“I’ll go change.”
I rushed to the bathroom. Finally. That was, in retrospect, the moment of overconfidence.