Could it have been about two years since Caprysky and his wife, who were once engaged to be blessed by so many people and who have lived a harmonious marriage ever since, faced a big problem...

It was a matter of proverbial wisdom.

It could be said that it was the duty of the couple to bear and raise the legacy of the Earl of Caprysky, but no matter how many nights they repeated, unfortunately, they never benefited from the treasure.

The idea that he should have a side room came to the couple's ears, but his husband, Count Capriski, didn't like it.

After about three more years of this situation, finally... with a full stomach, a stork brings the baby to the couple.

That baby is me, Cosmos-Capriski.

My mother said it was a lovely baby that didn't hurt in her eyes anymore.

But the world is irrational everywhere.

In the Caprysky family, which had been built up by the Medal of Armor for generations, there was a strong desire for the inheritance of a man, that is, the birth of a son.

The fact that a long-awaited child who was finally born into such a countess was a daughter is a new source of distress for his father.

But there is too little hope for the next treasure. Then my father comes to one conclusion. If you don't have a son, why don't you raise your daughter as a fine single breath (...)?

To be precise, I would never allow myself to behave as a woman, and I wanted to live strong and steadfast, as the Count's ideal statue of a gentleman for generations.

It is a kind of curse that binds me.

Whether I was raised in such an environment or whether I was born with a personality, I grew up in great difficulty.

I had no feeling of sexual repression at the time.

Was it around my eighth birthday that I felt a strange feeling in my own way? Eventually, I had a long relationship with one of my best friends.

In front of me, who had always been involved with the boys, a girl with such a ladylike vibe appeared.

I think my father's intention to make Margaret and I realize the difference and hone our masculinity was at stake.

However, against my father's intentions, feelings have sprouted in me that I do not understand.

Particularly impressive was the brunette hair of a well-maintained girl. As a human being of the Earl's family, I have mastered a minimum of attire, but as a woman, I have done something completely different to hone myself.

From that day on, hair care becomes my secret habit. And it was a little rebellion of the heart of the maiden enclosed in me.

Even with such minor changes, I continued to meet my father's expectations.

However, the feeling of discomfort that I once remembered continues to spread with my growth. It devoured my heart as if it were poison, and shaken my ego.

My father seemed unaware of it, but perhaps from this time my mother had somehow felt my anguish.

My destiny will change dramatically on the day my father brings me to an upper-class dinner party in some mansion.

In my tuxedo, I always act as one of the sons of the Count of Capryski. Everyone who saw me did not seem to suspect that I was a beautiful boy on the street.

To be precise, I'm not always pretending to be a sex person... but I think everything was distorted by the fact that everyone kept treating me as a man, mainly my family. There is a fear that collective psychology cannot be used as an unexpected fool.

It was no longer everyday, but I was in puberty and in the process of sexual maturation, and I could not help but feel a disgusting discomfort. Until then, I barely realized why.

So I chose the option of hiding in the shadows in the corner of the venue.

And the moment she sighed like she was worried about something... she talked to me.

"(...) Sister (...) Nh (...), it's so nice."

Turn your face toward the voice and stop thinking instantly.

There was a girl dressed like a doll, but with a sense of childhood. Probably a few years younger than me.

I understand her remarks late, and I doubt my ears.

"Onee-san...? Is that about me?

"... that's right. Oneesan is so cute, I accidentally called out."

The words that shake my heart as if I were to chase down such a question. The word accurately pierced into the crack of discomfort that had been holding me forever.

"I'm cute..."?

"Yeah, and it's really nice and smooth."

"......!

Praised for his hair, that's all, and the joy he had never experienced ran all over his body.

And I, as a maiden, shall be relegated beyond helplessness from the day I was born.

With a casual word from the girl I just met, I began to realize my true heart.

Then I exchanged some words with the girl, but I blushed against every word of her that treated me as a maiden for ever, and at the same time I trembled with joy in my heart.

I think it was like a maiden who fell in love, by analogy.

"Miss, where are you, miss?"

From a distance, a woman calls looking for a girl. After hearing the voice, she gently uttered her tongue, and opened her mouth to bid me farewell.

And I intercept it, and I ask without thinking.

"Hey... I wonder who I am. Should I continue to behave like a man?

After I put it in my mouth, I regret it.

I don't know anything about it, but I'm just going to get into trouble when I ask her this. When I realize it, I try to deceive in haste.

But sooner than that, she tilted her head and replied to the question.

"... is that so important? Oneechan, how did you live? Oneesan knows who you are."

That's all she says.

Calling me "oneesan" is simply because I don't know my name. I don't suppose there's any more meaning in the way you call it.

Rather than that, it is really important that you accept yourself and be free to believe.

Tears burst into my eyes without thinking.

I tried to thank the girl in haste, but her appearance had already vanished from sight.

I have to thank you for this one more time. With that in mind, I looked at the place where the girl was just now and laughed quietly.

I want to continue to behave like a gentleman, as I have always aspired to with my father.

But that's why I stopped living as a maiden. Neither will I be cut off. Because they're both.

I want to enter Manjurica Women's College when I progress. A few days after that, I told my parents so.

After a moment of happiness, my mother switched to a gentle expression staring at her daughter.

One father was fiercely wounded and violent, but I persisted in not changing my will. Afterwards, I desperately conveyed my true feelings to my father, and eventually it was a steep journey to reconciliation... but this is not a long story to explain. So, you might want to skip it for a moment.

One year early after enrolling in Manjurica Women's College.

Margaret, who was reunited after enrollment and then started acting together, ran for student chairman. Margaret herself told me such a story, reflecting on past events one by one.

I was thinking of something else, and I realized what I was hearing over the sky. Margaret turns the subject around in a daze.

"Speaking of which, Cosmos, you've become much more attractive than you used to be. It's a little rusty, but it's getting cooler and cooler."

"Fufu, right?

From the day my destiny changed, I was cherished in my heart. For the first time, I remember how I felt about the younger girl who said I was cute.

Her presence set me free. It's the same for love. The fact that the person you fell in love with was a (...) young (...) woman of the same sex (...) is nothing but trivial.

I have sworn to my heart many times.

Once we have a fateful reunion, I will make her happy this time in return. And let me see what I am now.

"Hah... Cosmos, are you listening to me?

Apologizing for my apologies, I had an unfaithful smile.