Levelmaker

"Morning, Micah"

"Ugh... oh, I have dreams! Huh... eheh"

Kara and the others left yesterday.

It's mine now - just the two of us!

I enjoy being with Kara and the others, but I'm glad I'm alone with my dreams.

A dream woke me up.

When I wake up, I kiss my dreams.

Thus begins the morning.

"I'm ready for breakfast."

"Thanks."

We'll, uh, have breakfast together.

This is the same as always.

I had breakfast, and when I got dressed, I had dreams of becoming a girl.

... The girl Alim is adorable. But if you think about it, it could be my fault that dreams often alim.

Because I used to make them dress like women a lot...

Yeah, but you weren't dreaming, were you?

... No, is it my fault that that happened in the first place...?

"Micker"

"Alimu."

"" Guh. ""

When the morning preparations are overdue, me and Alim hug.

... that's just a little... like my chest is getting bigger on a level I wouldn't know if it wasn't for me... let me rub it later.

It's like a stupid couple, but you're a stupid couple, so you can't help it.

We hold each other, lie down in bed and have a conversation.

Gosh... you can keep doing this... but it's midday on the boulder, and I'll stop doing that.

On the surface, girls are like each other.

"Alim, it smells good"

"Micah too... well, because it's the same shampoo"

"That's right."

What a frivolous conversation.

After a while, we're tired of just hugging and kissing each other, and we're going to act separately.

This is the same as always.

Alim sits on the edge of the bed and reads on a tozmaho, and I think on the bed.

Thinking is about Alim's birthday... Um, was it a meteor group? You're going to wear that one day.

I don't know why, but Alim told Kara, "I'll go if I can".

I wonder if that means you're looking forward to celebrating your birthday with me as a matter of priority... eh.

So, that's not much of a problem, and it's a question of what to dream about.

I wonder what a birthday present would be like in the first place?

You don't need a ticket for anything, do you? 'Cause if you have a dream, I don't have a ticket, anything to do. Nah.

I would if you told me to kiss you, and I would if I told you I wanted to do something naughty... I wouldn't tell you I had a dream, but if I told you to die _________

All right, me!

Let me remind you of the birthday prep I've been giving you in my dreams.

My last recollection was... 5 years old, 4 years old flying from there, 9 years old next.

I feel like the 3 year old was a four-leaf clover.

Why do you remember? When I was searching for a dream room, I found a note from a can box in my bed called "When I was 3 years old" with a clover that had been embossed and turned into a sioli, even though it was not one of the porn books.

I cried by accident. I only regretted a little what I was about to do when I cried.

That, by the way, should still be in the dream room.

Unless your aunts have disposed of it.

When I was 9, I gave it to you... a voucher for anything. I don't remember coming up with anything then, like right now. I used it to play games with you.

I didn't have to do that, but I did it with you.

Because I think I could have used that when I was in high school and said, 'Be my girlfriend' or so. ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe...

My next memory is… 10 years old.

I won't forget. I wake up dreaming of dreaming.

Sure... my old hair decorations, ribbons, hand mirrors... I gave it to him and forced him to wear it.

It was so cute... yes, I remember being more of a girl than a girl in my class. Probably would have been the cutest if I sucked...... yeah, you're no different now.

Eleven and twelve.

Clothes and skirts made by the 11-year-old, with her mother, for a girl's dream size. And the 12 year old got it from her aunt, a red shoe for a girl that was a little big for me.

I already have dreams, I feel like I was happy to receive them.

Lipstick at 13, several knee socks at 14.

Of course, that's not all I gave you, is it? But I remember these two too intensely.

I think he said he was smiling.

The 15-year-old is a video game-type life game.

This was already the happiest thing I've ever seen.

So me, 16... I feel like I gave you the game software last time.

Like this.

... Had a dream, she said she came to this world and was surprised that she looked like a girl, but that, for a long time...

If so, what womenswear was I making you do...? You didn't like it, or was your feminine costume habit stained...

Maybe the latter, because I try to be a girl, and I have dreams. Maybe I haven't noticed it myself, but deep psychology must be...

Oh, no, no.

I'm thinking about my dream birthday present. The hobby I made that I hadn't even noticed in my dreams is good now.

Hmm... I can't think of a good idea. No...

Mmm...

I got fucked up and grabbed what I was grabbing with my hands as much as I could, and then Alim started to complain, like this in tears.

"Hey... it hurts, Micah! If you want to rub it, rub it and be nice."

"Ah... sorry"

I took my hand off Alim's chest, corrected my underwear inside, took my hand out of my clothes, turned that hand around my stomach and held it back to my back.

What... how long has it been like this?

Not long after the hugging flirt, huh?

"Um, Alim? Whatever's mine..."

"Yeah, that's the night. Night. It's lunch now, so let's not do that."

"Yes."

Mmm...

I thought I'd let you do the same.

I'm only gonna let you do this because you have dreams!

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We'll be talking about Alim and the others in a few moments.