“I’m done with my shower—whoa, something smells amazing!”

While I was still wrestling with the zipper on my dress, Rinka finally emerged from the bathroom after what must’ve been a forty-minute bath, wearing my oversized T-shirt. The smell of stir-fried food wafting from the kitchen made her sigh in blissful appreciation.

Then she noticed my struggle, grabbed the plastic pouch with the underwear set from the couch, and started yelling at me.

“Dummy! Why aren’t you wearing the bra?!”

I glanced sideways at the freshly mopped floor and mumbled a weak excuse.

“I mean, I’ll be back to normal by tonight anyway. It’d be a waste to open up a new set just for a few hours. Might as well make do.”

“Nope!” she snapped, instantly shutting that idea down.

She looped around behind me and yanked down the zipper I’d barely managed to inch up. Then she pulled a bra from the pouch.

“Even if it’s just for a day, you still need to carry yourself with some basic awareness as a woman!”

“But that bra’s brand new! Sis Fei bought it just for this!”

She froze for a second, blinking. Then:

“Wait, hold up. Don’t tell me… You’re refusing to wear it just because she hasn’t worn it herself yet? Are you that much of a pervert?!”

“What?! No!!”
I shouted my denial. What the hell kind of misunderstanding was that?!

“I’m just saying, it looks really expensive! Wearing something like that for one day feels like such a waste…”

Hearing that, she gave me a sly smile.

“So that’s why you didn’t want to wear it? Come on, it’s not like we’re gonna make you pay for it or something.”
She flipped over the tag.
“Let me guess—you saw this price? Please, this is just a suggested retail. Realistically, you’d knock off at least thirty percent.”

Even with 30% off, 679 yen was still over 400. I’d never worn underwear over a hundred yuan in my life—not even as my original self!

“Alright, decide now: are you putting it on yourself, or do we wait for Sis Fei to finish cooking and the two of us pin you down and force it on you?”
Rinka had entered full threat mode. Her hands, still a little cool and damp from the shower and chilled by the AC, were already twitching with anticipation, ready to strip me on the spot.

“Nope! Nope, I’ll put it on myself! But we’re all clear that I’m not paying for it, right?!”

“You little miser, just put it on already, I’m not gonna fuss over the money okay.” she muttered, tossing the bra at me and flopping onto the sofa with her chin in her hand, staring.

“Uh… could you turn around for a second?”

“Oh, come on. We’re both girls now. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
She even batted her big eyes at me with fake innocence. Was she seriously acting dumb just to sneak a peek?

I gave up. Fine. If she wasn’t going to turn around, I would.

Facing away, I slipped my arms out of the dress sleeves and let the bodice fall. That’s when I heard Rinka behind me go, “Waaaooh!”

It might’ve been my first time putting on a bra, but come on—just because I haven’t done it doesn’t mean I’ve never seen it before.

I threaded my arms through the straps, cupped the underwire over my chest, and hooked the clasp behind me.

Perfect!

“…Nope. No way. You really think that’s all there is to it?”
Just as I was admiring my handiwork, Rinka cut in.

“What do you mean? What else is there?”

“You seriously don’t feel uncomfortable wearing it like that? You’ve got zero finesse. Here—let me do it.”

“Wait, no—!”
She ignored my protests and, with her cool post-shower fingers, suddenly reached under my arms and shoved some of the soft flesh into the bra.

“Mmph!”

“You’ve gotta stuff in the fat that’s spilling out,” she said seriously, like some kind of lingerie expert. “Oof—it’s a little snug. Guess Fei’s bras are still a bit small for you. We can loosen the straps… So soft, though…”

Her tone was instructional, but her hands were anything but innocent. Once inside the bra, they didn’t stop at “adjusting”—they groped, squeezed, and wandered way too close to my [REDACTED].

“Hey! Cut that out! Don’t get handsy just because you’ve got an excuse!”

I twisted around to dodge, forcing her to retract her grabby paws. She looked up at me with longing, her hands still clutching at empty air like they missed the feel.

Then her eyes welled up with tears as she muttered under her breath:
“Can’t the god just increase my cup size already…”

Don’t cry over that, for god’s sake!

I pretended I didn’t hear and pulled the dress back up. Rinka helped zip it up again.

There. Fully dressed. My first time wearing girls’ clothes. Strangely, I didn’t feel like I’d lost any masculine pride—probably because this wasn’t my original body.

Yeah! If my real self hasn’t worn it, it doesn’t count as crossdressing!

With the dress’s long hem shielding me, I swapped out my boxer briefs for the matching panties without giving Rinka any openings. At one point, Fei poked her head out of the kitchen, gave me a quick glance, and nodded in approval.

Later, Rinka and I sat on the couch watching TV while Fei kept working in the kitchen. For a while, life felt… weirdly domestic.
The smell of cooking made my stomach growl.

“That sweet-and-sour scent—ugh, my mouth won’t stop watering,” Rinka whined.

She was lying sideways on the sofa with her head resting on my lap, one leg hooked over the backrest. If she hadn’t been wearing jeans, her skirt would've flipped up and shown her panties ages ago.

Totally unladylike.

And with my geeky T-shirt draped over her? She looked like a total himono onna.

The old Rinka, the him version, would never have posed like this, right?

But now that she was fully female, no matter how sloppy or reckless she got, she’d never stop being a girl. That must be why she acted so shamelessly.

She even scratched her stomach under her shirt, lifting the hem and flashing a glimpse of her flat belly. Could you please watch your image a little?

“Lunch is ready. Come eat.”

Around 11:30, Fei brought the food to the table. She already looked like a mature and elegant woman, but with an apron on? She could pass for a young housewife straight out of a drama.

Cilantro tofu soup, celery with lily bulbs, stir-fried yam with pork, and sweet-and-sour fish. Three dishes and a soup, with a nice balance of fish, meat and veggies. Simple, home-style food—but honestly, it made me kind of nostalgic. It reminded me of the stir-fried stuff Old Feng used to make at his stall.

“Didn’t have much time, so I kept it basic.”

“No way! I could cry, Sis Fei. Getting to eat your cooking again—it’s a blessing!”

Rinka was already snapping photos with her phone. But the second I dug into the sweet-and-sour fish and ruined its photogenic appeal, she reluctantly put her phone away.

“Let’s go shopping this afternoon,” she suddenly suggested while stuffing rice into her mouth.

I could already tell this was going somewhere dangerous.

“Kai-chan’s bra’s still a bit too small. We’ll need to get shoes too. Maybe pick up a few outfits while we’re at it?”

“Isn’t that kind of a waste? I’m turning back tonight.”

But she wasn’t having it. She clapped back immediately.

“Dummy! That’s exactly why we have to make the most of today! We’ve got to create wild, unforgettable memories during this brief encounter!”

“Brief encounter? You make it sound like I’m gonna die tomorrow!”

“You being female now makes you way more valuable than the guy version, so in the sense of value, yeah—you’re technically equal to dead tomorrow.”

Take that back! You owe my real body an apology!

“Can’t we go tomorrow instead? I don’t really wanna go out like this…”

“Nope,” said Fei flatly.

She’d been quiet the whole time, just listening—then dropped that line like a guillotine.

Rinka chimed in to explain.

“Yeah, tomorrow’s no good. My aunt and little cousin Jing are coming to visit. It’s a big day for Sis Fei.”

Rinka’s aunt… That was the lady who took in her ex-husband as her adoptive daughter, right?

“What kind of person was Sis Fei's ex-wife?”

“A gentle woman… too gentle, honestly. She just accepted everything, even when Grandma brought her home. If she’d stood her ground a little more, maybe… maybe Sis Fei wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“Huaying is stronger than you think,” Fei said, shaking her head. Her voice softened with a rare, fond smile. “For Jing’s sake, she made the right choice. We all know that.”

Huaying(Jacaranda)’s flower language: farewell and longing, a love that waits in despair.