The shop lay at the end of a narrow, subterranean staircase, severed from the city’s cacophony. The shop of Lisa the Witch. The air, thick with a mixture of heavy sandalwood and an almost animalistic musk, teased the nostrils of high schoolers Kazuki and Yuri.
“…Can we really… swap?”
Yuri’s voice still held the fragility of a child, much like a boy whose voice had only just begun to change. Her hand trembled in Kazuki’s palm like a tiny, frightened bird. Kazuki squeezed back firmly, though his own palm was damp with the unpleasant, feverish sweat of youth.
“It’ll be okay. I want to know more about you, Yuri. Not just your heart—I want to feel what you feel, see the world through your eyes. I want to go inside and confirm it for myself.”
Kazuki’s words carried the arrogance that only pure intentions can afford—a hunger for the taboo, a craving to slip inside the frame of someone else, especially his lover. Lisa narrowed her jewel-like eyes and offered a luscious smile.
“Very well. Are you ready?”
The two nodded, intertwining their fingers. Lisa’s slender, pale fingers traced a pattern in the air, her purple dress fluttering like a butterfly’s wings. The moment the incantation was spun, the world warped violently, and an intense flash of light pierced their consciousness.
(—Ugh… kh…!)
When Kazuki opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was an overwhelming “alteration of reality.” His field of vision had plummeted; the furniture he used to look down upon now loomed over him with oppressive scale. But more shocking was the sensation that his very outline was “shrinking.”
“…Ah… aah…”
He tried to speak, but instead of his own low voice, a sound like a rolling bell—sweet and raspy, like a girl who had just woken up—echoed in the air. With trembling hands, Kazuki touched his (Yuri’s) body as if to verify it.
“What is this… it’s too soft…”
The sensation of the sinewy skeleton and hard muscle he once possessed was gone. His fingertips brushed his (Yuri’s) chest through the fabric of the blouse. There, he found lush, fatty swells with a clinging elasticity that his palms could barely contain. The moment he touched them, a lightning-like bolt of electricity shot from his fingertips to the back of his brain. It was a hypersensitive, moist “receptive pleasure” that he could never have tasted in a male frame.
“So this is what Yuri feels…”
Kazuki slid his hand along the inside of his (Yuri’s) thigh. The skin was translucent, so pale that even the fine downy hair was endearing. The smooth, moisture-rich texture unique to a teenage girl sent a surge of heat through his entire being. As he walked, his thighs rubbed together, and he realized with a sense of vertigo that there was a warm, formless “void” within him.
Meanwhile, Yuri (now in Kazuki’s body) was bewildered by her own “mass.”
“…Kazuki-kun… the body is so heavy. And it’s… so hot.”
When she stood up, the power in her legs as they kicked the floor was so great she nearly tumbled forward. Her shoulders were broad, and her own breath echoed deeply within her chest. She was overwhelmed by the uncontrollable “vital heat” overflowing from Kazuki’s frame.
“Kazuki-kun, there’s so much power… it feels like the air trembles just by clenching a fist.”
Yuri traced the veins in Kazuki’s thick arms with her fingers, marveling at the bundles of hard muscle. A man’s body, just by standing there, possessed an aggression as if it were constantly challenging something. She blushed, realizing the uncontrollable impulses residing in her (Kazuki’s) lower abdomen.
“Yuri. I never knew you lived in such a delicate world.”
Through Yuri’s body, Kazuki savored every sensation—the feeling of hair swaying in the wind, the faint friction of fabric against skin—as if it were a story flowing into his brain. Kazuki’s spirit, which had once possessed the omnipotence of youth, now understood Yuri’s “fragility that must be protected” through his own skin, strengthening his desire to shield her.
“I understand now, too… that Kazuki-kun has been protecting me with such a strong body.”
The two overlapped before the mirror. A girl in a boy’s body, and a boy in a girl’s body. The sound of fresh skin meeting skin, the mingling of ragged breaths. By swapping, they accepted for the first time—with vivid, raw reality—how beautiful and cruelly different their “sexes” truly were.
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