Even I Have Become a Beautiful Girl, but I Was Just Playing as a Net-game Addiction

They could make me a beautiful girl who loves to pronounce the death penalty...... in a space mixed with such fear and madness, I scream in my chest.

My stomach hurts.

The back of the brain was dominated by an invader called convenience.

I, Shintaro Shintaro (Buddha), am an extremely (very) average boy high school student. The age is sixteen and the school year is one year of high school.

His appearance is mediocre, his academic achievement is inside, and his motor nerves are average.

Why should I be in such a predicament when I was in such a picture? Why, are we forced to make such a choice?

Toilet (shit) or death (dead).

Damn, why the fuck!?

Before the biggest branch of my life, I desperately indulge in the fact that my head is about to turn white, and I sort things out.

Even in the heat and humidity that ends in July, I'm dripping (dripping) a lot of sweat off my regular track (broom) from my whole body. And standing in the front is a beautiful girl.

Yes, I decided to make a "Confession of Love" to her, Miya-noishi, and called her.

Are you coming this far and going to the bathroom unnecessarily... or are you going to leak it in front of a thinker and be sentenced to a mental death sentence?

Tomorrow and the day after, all the same days.

Little by little, I feel like I'm being diluted, like I'm dying.

Who would want to get out of the mediocrity that is repeated, but no way is it going to be dropped from mediocrity to the bottom like this?

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A few minutes ago...

The closing ceremony took place, and the students around were allowed to return home or on campus.

Side by side with students who seem to enjoy themselves in the hallway, I await someone who is a soldier's upright immobile posture.

Why is that? To make a confession, of course.

I don't know how long I've waited.

However, the discomfort of perspiration sticking to the white shirt, coupled with the load of tension, slowly erodes the body.

Furthermore, I seem to be feeling worse because of this fever, and my stomach hurts.

I really want to go to the bathroom.

This sucks.

I couldn't stand the great pressure on my intestines, so I thought I'd go to the bathroom once.

That's when I heard one of my classmates rush up the stairs, letting her breathe out.

The person who sounded that was her human who bothered to pay for my time.

"Ah..."

The moment I saw her, my earlier disgust and hellish abdominal pain disappeared like a lie.

In front of me is a confessional opponent who embodies the word "appearance".

Her name is Akane Miyachi.

Porcelain skin was so white that my sweaty white shirt looked yellow.

Her crushed eyes shine unlike mine, slightly apathetic.

And most importantly, a slightly floral smell emanates from the glossy, pitch-black hair cut off at the shoulders. By contrast, I can smell the garbage dump from my short hair sticking with sweat, so I forbid the melee.

"Phew..."

Located at the top of the class Hierarchy, she is attentive and has a gentle heart. That's enough to say something of an apology to me.

"Did I make you wait? I'm really sorry! It would have been such a time if I had helped clean up the club. I heard from Yuki-kun and Yuki-kun... that you have important problems?

I couldn't tell from her expression whether she had guessed my intentions or not.

But to see that look serious, I thought there might be a chance of a win.

I respond calmly by suppressing my feelings of heightening.

"No, that's not true. Thank you for making time for me."

She shook her neck slowly directly beside her.

"Ugh, that's not true. Because Shintaro is a classmate. If we're in trouble, we'll talk to each other. I'll ask you anything you want. What happened? Like a jerk?"

No, I smile back.

Seeing this one, she leans her neck wonderfully and continues to talk with a serious face.

"You can't push it. Tell me the truth, okay? It's okay, because I won't tell anyone. I love everyone in this class. If you're having a summer vacation, I'd like to welcome you, wouldn't I? It looks like this. I can't lose fights that easily."

When I heard the words, I thought. Again, Mr. Miyano said he was cute. Good girl, very reliable, beautiful girl admired by everyone in her class. I know a lot of boys have feelings for her like that, and I'm one of them.

If you liken her in theatrical service, she's a princess, and I'm a discreet passerby A among the mob characters. No, the lighter who draws her... it's no longer even a role. Maybe he's not even a clerk, maybe a stand-up guest. Confess that he suddenly likes it in front of the princess when he's on stage. I was caught by the guards as a suspicious man and left.

I didn't become suspicious, and I was rowed to confession because of my two best friends, Yuki and Koyuki. They led me this far for me.

For them, for myself, I can't pull it off.

I slowly opened my mouth when I decided to.

"Actually, I mean troubled... well, does this get troubled... there's something I've been meaning to say for a long time"

After I enroll in high school, I fall in love with her at first sight and begin to tell her concisely how I ended up liking her. She turned her eyes too round to be surprised, but she looked at me and listened. Because of her mind, her cheeks (cheeks) are slightly red.

When I noticed Sole, my heart started sounding like it was going to be audible to them.

I feel indescribable, pale, pink aura enveloping us.

"Michi, you're kind enough to say hello to everyone. I was happy when Miyano greeted me too... so I started saying hello around too"

May, who beat the battle against tension and shame and began to exchange morning and return greetings with Mr. Miyano.

"Always, English homework. Mr. Miyano told me to check if it fits before class. Thanks."

I didn't do much homework in middle school, but since I realized that homework would be a common topic with Mr. Miyano, I started doing homework indispensably every day in June.

"After I heard that Miyano liked short hair, I tried to make it short hair"

July when I became concerned about the way it looked and invested in my hairstyle.

I say this myself, and I get embarrassed, and then, hey, I mess with the hair that waxes have flowed with sweat.

If you look at her slowly, you're slowly snorting like you're taking care of my words. Even such a small trick just makes my chest squeak.

"Why, all because I wanted to talk to Mr. Miyano about just one word."

I ran out of words.

I've never done everything I could to study or exercise.

Nobody can beat the feeling of thinking of Mr. Miyano.

"I just wanted to talk... are you?

She said it was pompous. It's obvious we're waiting for the next word. And I knew what to say.

I realize that now and only then, the moment I try to fire my final weapon, Einokohaku, another thing is about to be released.

Shit...... I want to get so sick of it.

Why!? You should have been okay until earlier. I have no idea what the hell triggered this.

An intolerable abdominal, intestinal scream sounds an alarm all over me.

This definitely went beyond the danger zone already, and it was found that the nuclear warhead hazardous material was descending into the body.

Meltdown, it begins.

My despair begins, too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ha. Ha......

But I endured. Plump.

He gathered all his strength in his belly and tightened his anus.

I can't afford to fix my expression... but it's the man who creates it and shows it!

Bet the whole body on (and) and force Nikaku to create a smile so that the water bomb doesn't conitch out of the plum hole.

Temper, temper, guts, just Sekigahara, the Great War of the Divided.

If you win, it's Tahei Tenshita's life, if you lose, it's the Shogun Gate.

That's it, come on... just one more step.

It's all because of you that I've changed.

In front of her, I've made an unsuitable effort to bring out my best self. Desperately.

From me when I was obsessed with the galgay I had been loaned at night, it was a mega evolution beyond my imagination.

From the pronunciation of the name Buddha Shintaro, I've worked so hard to make my middle school years challenging with the subtle nickname of "ordinary people". Still, there is confidence that the range of averages will be exceeded. She gave me that confidence.

If she's in trouble, give her a subtle hand. If you do it in a boring way, it becomes a clown to take a laugh. If Mr. Miyano wants to, he can be anything.

Yes, you can be a brave man. So I don't want to pull it here. There's no way I can say 'Oh, wait, the bathroom' even though it's looking good so far.

There's no way we can do that.

If she had a big bowl, she would allow me to leave the bathroom along the way, but I wouldn't allow it if I had a bowl smaller than a potty before.

Phew......

Face your own grid, or... Is this a confession? Totally awesome. This is frightening. My stomach hurts. My stomach seriously hurts though.

And, anyway, let's go!

"Su,"

When I tried to let go of the words of the various confessions in the early summer breeze.

Ha...

Livestock, it really sucks.

Severe abdominal pain, which I should have suppressed in the mood, pushed me like a rippling surface of water.

Toilet (shit) or death (det).

Dinner or death.

Explore enough thoughts that your brain can burn out to guide your choices instantly.

Is that, after all, a toilet dash to pussy, or, bring and die socially?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

When my feet took a step into the land of salvation, the toilet, screaming my soul's cries in my heart...... the voices of two best friends echoed in my brain, which I had made a mistake.

"Shintaro worked really hard to get this far. And then you bump into Shintaro's feelings."

You always comforted me with a smile. I want to get sick of my feelings right now. If I bump into this feeling, will you accept it?

Ahhh, the brown bomb's about to smash!

'We did it together. Either way, report it properly.'

Glasses are good-looking and physically shelter them from time to time (like this).

What kind of report is that? You're reporting this much cunt coming out?

You want to take checkpoint data, you glasses bastard!

I no longer know why I'm asking myself an unexplained question, even myself.

But the next two words I remember bring me back to sanity.

"I won't allow you to rejoice alone or cry alone."

"Because you have us."

I guess that's what my best friends wanted to tell me the most.

The two best friends summoned her to the crossing on the fourth floor. There are only facilities on the fourth floor of the school building that are not normally used, such as the audio-visual room, music room, science room, etc., so there are few people on the street.

When she fed me a confession, Evening Fai (Yuki) and Shaking Night (Koya) offered me if there was anything I could cover for, but I turned them down to show my Han Qi (Ogi).

The result is alone with Mr. Miyano.

The result is this situation.

I don't want to leave the result of going to the bathroom.

It excites my heart, which is about to break.

Dinner or confession!

Reaching a new frontier, I flash new options.

Just four seconds after Mr. Miyano uttered his questionable words to the point of thinking so far. Oddly enough, the flow of time feels slow.

I can do it.

accomplished.

You shouldn't run away.

My anus life is shrinking for a moment while I'm on tour.

You just have to say one more word.

I opened my mouth for it and said it forcefully.

"Mr. Miyano, about you, su 'Bri! Shrew, prick, p......'

Thoughts accumulated over the years, liberation.

Yeah, we're free too.

An unprecedented refreshment shakes my mind and body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

I've released a lot of stuff I shouldn't let out of my ass, and I scream.

The moment I confessed, it seemed that it was the culprit who helped me.

"Oh, hey, hey... Oh, no! Ahhhhhhh!?

When he also released urine to go with the feces, Mr. Miyano shouted and fell backwards as he did and passed out.

That's right. You can't imagine a human being who was about to confess earlier suddenly leaking. Tears overflowed when I understood it.

The sweat is also coming out earlier, and it conveys fluids all over my body.

And, at the same time, someone's voice rings in my ear.

"Oh, what's this, Kussa! Seriously, Kussa!

"Hey, somebody bring the senses!

Hearing me and Mr. Miyano scream, the students from the science department and the brass department rush over with Zorozoro if they hadn't already left school. The students say hello to the wild horses, surrounding me and her.

Some things are cursed, some things are cursed and murmured. Some of them got more guerrillas.

"Beautification Commissioner, come on! It's their job to clean them!

"I'm not kidding! I don't like it, you son of a bitch!

I can hear the wild horses cursing in the distance.

But I don't care about that.

It's just that I'm desperate, and my knees make me chuckle. I lost my strength in my hips as it was, and fell into a puddle of dirt I put myself out. The fabric of the uniform sucks dirt and gets heavy, and raw warm liquids and foreign odors stick to the body.

Burning into the back of her brain is her stunned face, which she showed just before she passed out.

I'm done with everything.

Confessions and school life.

I should have done the best I could......

In a fading consciousness, I could hear people accidentally jumping.

"Hey, you guys! Get the fuck out of my way! Can't you see I'm saying get out of the way!?

Usually intelligent, but this rough voice is shaky at night. When I raised my face slightly, I could see him as long as I could see from here, punching some of them in a bag. He hurried through the crowd and came to help.

"Shintaro! Sorry I'm late. People are getting together, so I thought I'd go back... why are you all shitty!?

With amazement, it was Evening Fai who took charge of me being dirty without worrying about me getting dirty.

"You guys are not spectacles! Quick talk, it's over, so go home!

Shaking night kicks the trash can in the corner into the wild horse and intimidates him. That dumpster hit one of the wild horses, but I bark even more at night without worrying.

"Quick story, we're going to fire extinguishers next!

The wild horses wandering at night are scattered in an instant.

"All right...... Yuki, I'll explain it to Senko. You take charge of Shintaro and go to the swimming department shower room. Ask those guys to lend me a shower because they'll be doing it on their own around Yuji. And I have my jersey in my locker, so take it. I'll get rid of this place. Oh, yeah. We need to get Miyano to the infirmary bed. I'll probably be a little late, so leave me alone."

Shaking nights (and so on) instruct tequila. He's a quick fighter, but he's a good looking glasses man.

"Whoa. Okay, I'll go first. Shintaro, are you okay? I'll be there."

"... Ugh, yeah"

While my consciousness was obscured, I nodded.

When I slowly tried to go down the stairs with Yuki shouldering me, Shaking Night took a sports drink of a pet bottle out of my bag and screwed it into my bag.

"I forgot. Take this. I think I ran out of all the moisture earlier, so I think I might be dehydrated."

"... thanks"

If I were a woman, I might fall in love with you...

◇

Fate is cruel. No, I had the momentum to get to the top of my life until I was on my way.

How can I make a mistake about that, the way it rolls off like that?

It's just that my two best friends helped me out was salvation. It's not enough to say thank you for shaking the night (Koya) and Yuki (Yuki).

After that, I had Evening Fai wash my body in the shower room in the swimming department to take care of me and change into the shaky night jersey that was in my locker.

And now I was in the middle of walking down the road to school with Evening Fai. Bags with student bags and a uniform full of shit are unusually heavy.

"Well, I don't know what that is. I don't care. Everyone fails. Right? Well, I don't think that's such a big failure. Yeah."

"Ooh..."

Evening Fai was encouraging me, but I gave it back in the air.

and on my way home with me, I caught a scrambling junction on Boulevard. When I looked at the front, I saw a tellup of giant TV news on the wall of a large department store across the street.

"Successive all over the country!? Abrupt Sexual Transformation Cases'

"It begins at last! VRMMO provides a glimpse into the essence of humans. Delivery will begin shortly '

"Ah, it's this VRMMO! The game we played on beta testing. Let's do it together, Shintaro. Let's change our minds."

"Hmm? Yeah......"

I responded vividly to Yuki's concern, but another piece of news caught my eye.

Don't look closely these days.

That news.

For one thing, I want to transform myself into a woman and redo all my past, not just what happened today, but what happened without being a chick and no one finding out.

Oh, my God.

What are you thinking absurdly?

I shake my head and switch my thoughts blurry.

"Hey, Yuki, we're friends..."

Evening Fai laughs bitterly, as she illuminates my question.

"What? What are you talking about? If you weren't my friend, you wouldn't be in charge of the shitty Shintaro. Still, yeah, I can't smell this and this. Ouch."

With that said, Yuehui looked away and smelled the uniform.

But he worried about me from the bottom of his heart, and the bitter laughter of Sunny Evening Shine dazzled (Mabu).

I almost sweated out of my eyes again, so I pretended to distract myself from that glare and turned my face to the side.

"Seriously...... thanks"

"haha"

With a gentle laugh as usual, Yuki walked forward.

"This kind of thing lights up a little bit... but I think my friends will do what they need to do then. As Shintaro did to me in middle school, so did we today. Right?"

Evening Fai keeps walking without turning this way.

Looking at my reliable best friend's back, salt water spilled out of my eyes.

"So this is normal (...)"

I was just a little cheered up by Yuki's words that taunted my previous nickname.

Summer break tomorrow. Just fine as a mind rehab.

I don't even look at Mr. Miyano.

I have nothing to lose anymore. All you have to do is pick it up again.

I don't even have any more nannies to lose just now...

◇

"Ha..."

Exhale into the ceiling.

When I get home, I fall asleep in my own bed dominated by silence without anyone.

"Ha..."

A second sigh, on the hand that I somehow moved, hits the TV remote.

... That's quiet.

I thought so. I turned on the TV instead of the BGM and there was some news going on.

"Successive cases of abrupt sexual transformation (...) nationwide have yet to be elucidated and only already found, with six boys and girls plagued by this mysterious symptom. As far as the government's response and future policies are concerned… '

Sexual transformation...

Forced me to drag my thoughts, and I think back clearly to that time again.

I try to confess to a child I like, and get a cunt in tension and despair.

Why didn't you go to the bathroom without a question then?

The reason was obvious.

Just because my convenience has suddenly struck, there's no way I can break that atmosphere, the gathering of my little efforts that have been piling up, the place of confession.

It's impossible to go to the bathroom on that spot and re-compartmentalize the confession one more time with nothing to eat.

Is cunt important or confession important?

A confession, of course.

I made the right choice.

I made a choice.

I chose to be an ambitious man.

Attitude to be a fine man, was that a mistake...?

"... you just have to be a girl or whatever"

If it's something you can be.

I make a small fool of myself and snort at what is now the most talked about: the sexual transformation of news.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, is my title at school determined by "Un sue (Koku) Bai (Haku)"? 'Normal people' in middle school are still better.

Half plucked, half frightened.

"Gu......"

Fucking tears flooded me again.

Again, I nod my face down on the bed.

All I had was despair. I stuck to my bed and fell in vain to heal my exhausted spirit so I could escape from reality.

◇

How long has it been?

I wake up with the sound of a smartphone and I yawn.

"Huh."

Suddenly I heard a girl's voice or something like exhale.

"Ah?"

But the voice.

"What?

My voice is cute?

A very poor voice came out of my mouth.