When She Becomes a Witch

"Senior Souzillow, what is the interpretation of 'you' in this poem..."

"Oh, you were reading that. Its interpretation is generally…"

On this day, when the winter break was near, Aoshiro was relaxing in his room reading the book, calling it a club activity.

There seemed to be something about the twill not knowing in English poetry, glancing at the pages of the book offered.

And just then, the door opened.

"Hey, my crew. Are you all right?

Coming in so lightly is a three-year man who is the dean of Western Literature. It will mean seniors.

"Well, I'm just reading a book, but I'm working on it for once"

Twill snort at Aoshiro's words.

"I've been passionate about clubs for two or one school year, above all, yeah, yeah."

"Um... Um, Mr. Director?

I was looking at the general manager with the eyes of Twill seeing anything suspicious as I could think of.

It's odd when it comes to weird because I'm usually the manager of a department that doesn't say much about the activities of the employees.

"By the way, that's a different story... you know I'm hanging from the theater department too, right?

"You've changed really suddenly. Well, I know. You wrote a script or something."

"Really... you could have written a script..."

The general manager continues the conversation with a smile that he seems to be good at.

"So, the play I'm supposed to do next winter break is my original script!

The director of the department slams his fingers at the two of them and proclaims them with dignity.

"Ooh."

The twill is adorable, with a small applause.

The theatre department at the Alstromerian School was quite authentic and should have been the kind of play that would be performed even in a fairly large theatre on the island. I can provide the original script for a play like that, so that's the manager, maybe.

"That's amazing indeed."

"Hey, you're amazing, you're amazing. Me!

"... are you here to brag, General Manager"

When Aoshiro mutters with his gaze and voice, which includes just a little chill, the general manager lets him shake his neck lightly to the side.

"No, I'm not. Souzillow, I heard you're doing a bow, is that true?

Even though the conversation flew in another direction, I responded with my neck tilted wondering what the hell was going on.

"Bow, is it? I'm not in the archery department. I've had quite a bit of experience."

"Is it really true!

To the words, the general manager makes his face shine.... What the hell is it?

"... yeah, well. But the bow in my hometown is a lot different from the European bow."

"That's rather good! I've been waiting for a delicacy like you! Souzillow Hino, I need a favor in anticipation of a human being named you!

"So what is it?"

This is what the general manager declared, spreading his arms with great skill.

"I want you to wear Princess Bow's dress, which is the heroine of the play"

Here's what the play is about.

World of War. There is a beautiful daughter in a castle.

The daughter was not only brilliant in appearance, she excelled in martial arts. Especially if you take a bow, without removing your prey, the two names you have named are Princess Bow.

Princess Bow fights to protect the castle from the army that his father, the castle owner, has attacked while away - in which he falls in love with the leader of the enemy regiment and comes to a tragic end.

There's something similar going on between East and West. With that in mind, Aoshiro wears a blue blue blue dress.

This dress is reminiscent of Europe around the Middle Ages but also has an oriental vibe somewhere.

Apparently, the place where the play takes place is not clearly set. The Director said, somewhere east of Europe, is a very vague thing.

I wonder if that's okay...... but it seems that's actually okay. The audience doesn't want to know the settings, they want to come and watch the play and cry and laugh. Somehow I only pray to Aoshiro there.

"Souzillow, are you done dressing? I'll help you with the fine-grained decorations."

"Yes, it's over. It's okay to come in."

Kacha, open the room door and the manager and twill come in.

"Ooh..."

The general manager applauded lightly with admiration.

The twill is... puffing the crease and keeping my eyes open.

"Senior Soujiro... beautiful..."

"Well, I wish I could use magic now, but unfortunately, I'm a man"

Throwing a smile sarcastically - Twill shook his shoulder frighteningly for some reason.

"So... Soujiro, do you think I can handle a bow in this dress?

"I tried it on, and this sleeve is still a little long. If you're a princess who usually uses a bow and you're in the middle of a battle at the castle, I think you should refresh this part a little bit more."

The general manager nods Hmm, taking notes.

"And this ribbon on your chest, right? In fact, there are some things you don't know unless you pull the bow, but this ribbon is also likely to get caught in the bowstring when the arrows are fired. It's a little dangerous, so you should take it."

Aoshiro explores the problems with this Princess Bow dress as she tries to pull a bow.

"And... this is... well, I wouldn't have a problem"

"Hmm?"

Honestly, no, this' problem 'is pretty embarrassing to mention. I don't know what to say, but Aoi is also a healthy boy of his age, for once.

"Just this dress, that, in the case of a woman, is going to hit her chest on a bowstring. She says it hurts so much that she needs a chest patch because of the leather or something. I don't have breasts, I hope."

And that's when.

Blurry, the twill that stood in the corner of the room came by and asked with a desperate look for some reason.

"Oh, um... Senior Souzillo doesn't have a breast, he said... could he be... a man, what is it?

……

"Yes, I do wear uniforms for boys all the time, but isn't that something about your country or your house...?

Twill's voice is slowly losing power, and he finally shuts up.

Aoshiro asked the general manager for help with his gaze, but he was brilliantly blinded. Do something about it yourself, it seems.

"... Twill, I'm a man"

"... well, yes... you were... sorry! Ever since, take the liberty of misunderstanding seniors!

bulky, twill give me a fluffy head with great momentum.

"Ooh..."

What a voice to speak of in such a case. Never mind, but I feel something's off, and it doesn't mean I can't forgive you.

"Twill."

"Yes!

"Well... whether I'm a man or a woman, you'll always treat me the same way. It could be difficult."

The twill with his face up made his black eyes shine like a star that was so blurry.

"Thank you, Senior Souzillow!

That's how I follow you, squirming as usual.

... It must be 'she' who is faking her gender. It's the twill.

From the first time we met, I knew.

High voice, soft face, supple body. Twill is a clean girl no matter where you look.

One day, there would come a time when you would tell me the truth, and with that in mind, Souzillow smiled at the puppy-like twill.