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Chapter 0101 11/12/2002

Not only on trains but in public, unexpectedly being touched would irritate people.
Even if it were unavoidable, such as within a crowded train, they would still try to avoid touching others with their bags or umbrellas.
Ayumi, of course, had not been out in public with a skirt.
"Women wearing long skirts should take care not to let it touch others."
She thought.
"Whaaaat? Ah!"
She did not try to hide the change. No, she could not at all.
Some of the passengers stood up in startlement, and some cried out in shock.
Ayumi's pants turned into a white skirt and spread out along the floor, quickly covering more than a full meter in all directions.
The skirt became layered and heavy, weighing her buttocks down.
"Th. . . this is. . ."
It was an amazingly beautiful skirt.
Layered like a mille-feuille. Gorgeous lines of frills that made her think of curtains in a royal court. . . Glittering "fake pearls" covered the entire outfit.
And. . . Ayumi's skirt touched people sitting in nearby seats, as the distance between Ayumi and those seats was less than half of the skirt's radius.
"Oh. . ."

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Chapter 0102 12/12/2002

She wanted to apologize to everyone her skirt brushed against.
Ayumi stepped back so that her skirt would not touch anyone else on the train.
Her heels came down hard on the floor under the curtain-like bulk of her skirt.
The rustling skirt kept pulling her off-balance with its heavy weight. The shaking motion of the train made things worse for her.
Everyone who was watching Ayumi understood what she was going through.
But she was not done changing!
The only person in a position to see Ayumi who was not staring at her was fast asleep.
Her unfettered hair started to move by itself.

The people standing near the ends of the nearest two train cars were becoming noisier and becoming much more numerous. The large crowd was growing larger by itself.
The new onlookers thought, "Something interesting must be going on, since so many people are watching it."
This meant that the large group of people watching the bizarre spectacle unfolding in the next train car kept attracting even more people.
Now the mob had grown very large, and was quite compelling to other people. They thought, "I have to see that! Otherwise I might miss seeing something very interesting."

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Chapter 0103 13/12/2002

The nape of Ayumi's neck had been exposed, amazing the onlookers, especially the men.
Very few of them knew what had happened at the beginning of the transformation.
That is, that a schoolboy had been transformed into a girl.
By the time people became aware of the bizarre spectacle, the girl already had long, unfettered hair.
So the exposed nape of her neck had special meaning to them.
Her back had also been exposed.
The smooth back of the dress strongly reminded those watching of an undergarment, for not only was it white and glossy, but it was fitted exactly to her body.
The shaking motion of the train kept making Ayumi lose her balance, since she could not hold onto a strap at all.
Then Ayumi noticed the train of the wedding dress become much longer.
It had become two meters long and covered just under two square meters of the floor.
It was obvious to everyone watching that she was doing her best not to fall over.
Then Ayumi's hair was arranged up around her head, just as if a professional stylist had done it.

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Chapter 0104 14/12/2002

S. . . Satori. . . D. . . do not. . . do not do. . . this. . .
Satori, of course, did not hear Ayumi's thoughts. . . Even if she were aware of them, she might not stop, though. . .
My hair. . . is moving on its own. . .
Something hard touched Ayumi's head, next to the skin.
She did not realize that the objects were hairpins.
Ayumi felt her bare upper chest and that something cold was laying against it. It was a pearl necklace.
I am flushing with the shame.
Every. . . everyone is staring at me. . .
Ayumi, standing in the middle of the train car, saw everything happening around her. She was aware of not only the people in this train car but also the mobs at the end of the adjacent train cars.
What. . . what a shameful dress it is. . .
Ayumi was very ashamed and her face seemed to be afire.
And her flushed ears had large earrings appear on them. Ayumi, of course, had never put on necklaces and earrings. . . But now, that did not matter very much to her.
Just then, the motion of the train started to shake the car less.
Ayumi stood back up easily.
Then she was amazed.
W. . . what a large skirt it is. . . All of the floor around me seems to be covered.
Just then.

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Chapter 0105 15/12/2002

"Ah. . . ah. . ."
Something began to tickle at Ayumi's weak point - where she was the most ticklish.
Something. . . something is happening to my eyes. . .
Ayumi felt something strange appearing on her eyelashes.
This. . . is going on my eyelashes. . .
Then, something cold and wet went around her eyes!
W, what, what is going on?
Her eyelashes had mascara applied to them and became longer and heavier.
Then, something soft and light brushed against her eyelids.
May. . . maybe. . . am. . . am I being made up. . . ?
Ayumi blushed, thinking of her face.
M, my God. . . I have been transformed into and dressed up as a woman. . . And now I am m, made. . . up. . .
Just then. . . something warm seemed to brush against Ayumi's lips.
She did not see anything there, but it felt like her lips had been colored.
A, am I. . . r, rou. . .rouged. . . ?
Ayumi was frightened because she could not check it and blinked with her dark eyelashes.

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Chapter 0106 16/12/2002

The "transformation" was starting to conclude.
Ayumi's long unfettered hair had finished pulling itself up against her head. From it, a transparent cloth "erupted" just like a geyser.
"W. . . wow. . ."
Her makeup seemed "natural". It appeared that she was not made up to the casual eye, but careful observation would show anyone that her makeup enhanced her appearance, making an attractive girl more beautiful.
The transparent veil drifted down, like a feather, over the fresh-faced girl standing in a daze.
Ayumi felt like she was holding something heavy.
It had appeared in her right hand.
She found that she had a small bouquet. It was the one a bride would hold.
Yes, Ayumi, who had been an ordinary schoolboy only a few minutes earlier, had morphed into a beautiful bride with a pure white wedding dress, including lingerie and shoes and from her head to her toes.
The mob expressed their amazement with one voice.
The "transformed bride" had transcendent beauty. . . The onlookers had very complicated impressions about her, though.
It was very unusual for a bride to appear in a train car, a very ordinary place. But right now, everyone had difficulty remembering that it was unusual.

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Chapter 0107 17/12/2002

The lustrous dress was very dazzling.
The part-timer, pressed against the window at the end of the train car, had seen almost all of the transformation.
He had a special feeling. He did not notice that it was "moe".
I am sure she was morphed. . . I watched it happen. It was surely not a trick or illusion. Those ordinary pants were changed into the skirt of a wedding dress. . .
The bride was certainly there, in the next car, and she was curiously staring at herself, clad in the wedding dress.
The part-timer had never looked closely at a bride in his life, let alone on a train like now. He had seen a mannequin wearing a wedding dress once or twice, but he had never seen one worn by a real woman before.
"He was originally a boy. . ."
The part-timer heard this in the crowd.
It was said by an office girl who had first seen the transformation. The part-timer, focused on the event in front of him, did not miss hearing her words.
He did not ask her about it, though. Whether she agreed with him or not, it would not change what he had seen.
Then. . . this event made the part-timer into an "otaku" of wedding dresses.

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Chapter 0108 18/12/2002

This. . . this is. . . a wedding. . . dre. . . d-dress. . .
Of course, this was the first time Ayumi had ever worn a wedding dress.
As Ayumi moved, her ears, "adorned" with earrings, caught the rustling sound of the fabric of the wedding dress.
She tried to grab the skirt, thick and heavy like a comforter, with her elbow-length gloves.
The material was so slippery that she could not lift it all up.
Ayumi also heard a rubbing sound and found something firm under the skirt. It was the tulle fabric used for underskirts. Of course, Ayumi did not know what it was called.
The pannier under the skirt was covered with satin. Ayumi tried to keep her balance, while feeling her the pure white stockings worn on her legs touching the smooth surfaces of the pannier.
"Oh. . ."
Ayumi grew absent-minded.
I. . . I am. . . dressed in a wedding dress. . . and. . . have been fashioned as a bride. . .
Everyone who could see stared curiously at the white wedding dress.
Then she regained her awareness.
The bride remembered a very important fact.

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Chapter 0109 19/12/2002

I am afraid of arriving. . .
The bride, who had wished to get off the train just a few minutes before, shivered with that terrifying fact.
She looked at where she had been standing.
This. . . this is just as I feared. . .
Ayumi lost her composure and tried to run.
But she slipped on the train of the wedding dress behind her.
What a bulky dress it is! I cannot freely move in it at all.
Immediately Ayumi tried to tuck up her skirt. . . the motion turned the skirt into a huge bulk of fabric.
She muddled through and searched in the bulky fabric.
She had a very bad presentiment, and confirmed it with a search.
There is nothing. . .
She stood up.
There was a huge ribbon on her back. As Ayumi stood up, the bulky fabric turned back into a stylish dress.
It is gone. . .
The bag Ayumi had left on the train floor had disappeared.

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Chapter 0110 20/12/2002

My God. . .
Ayumi felt faint. Her makeup prevented her from turning pale, but now she felt like she would fall into a swoon.
If she fell down, things would become much worse. This was the only reason Ayumi could withstand it. Although she could withstand it, the situation was absolutely terrible.
The ticket. . . that had been in Ayumi's pocket was gone!
She tried to take it from the pocket. . . but the pocket itself had vanished! There was nothing but a bouquet and a smooth skirt.
That was why Ayumi tried to take his wallet from his bag. . . but the bag. . . was gone into the bulk of skirts.
Yes, now the poor bride was dead broke!
How can I get out from the station? I have no money.
Ayumi, transformed into a bride, was at a loss for what she should do next.
By the way. . . this is. . . a wedding dress. . .
This dress is either too tight or not there. . . The gloves are very smooth and completely cover my hands. . . and the skirt is too bulky to move. . .
And I feel my ears pulled down.
Ayumi, who had been mainly dressed up as a schoolgirl, had never worn earrings.
. . . It is painful. . .
No, I have to find a way!
But. . . my, my upper chest is uncovered. . .
This was what made Ayumi nervous.

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Chapter 0111 21/12/2002

He could not explain the situation at all.
If the event that had happened near to him was understandable, he might have even shouted in shock.
He was not simply surprised, for it was the one thing that he was not meant to know.
The only thing he could do was just behold the event.
He, who had been absently looking at the metamorphosis, was sitting on the seat just in front of the bride.
If he said what he had seen word for word, it would be "An ordinary schoolboy and his clothes morphed into a woman and her wedding dress."
This would be nonsense for most people.
Everyone has events that are very important to them now but were not regarded as so while they were happening.
It is said that most people in the United States are able to remember what they were doing when they heard the news of the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy or the landing of the lunar module of Apollo 11. For the younger generations, the news of the terrorist attack on September 11th would have the same effect.
For most of the passengers. . . who were in this train car. . . this was that kind of news.
They were "stunned" by the transcendent beauty of the "victim".
Her lustrous dress was very glittering and brilliant. Furthermore, the contrast of her hourglass-shaped waist and full-length skirt was making the bride even more beautiful.
All of the sweet scent peculiar to foundation, the fragrance perfumed on the dress and the rustling sound of the fabrics made the bizarre situation of "the bride in an ordinary train car" become surrealistic.

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Chapter 0112 22/12/2002

Ayumi, mind dulled with confusion, was doing her best to figure out what to do next.
First, I have to get off the train.
It is okay.
The problem is whether I can run with this bulky skirt.
Even now, Ayumi could not move freely.
The skirt was so long that she could turn around without moving the skirt on the floor. This made the skirt just like a screw.
Her skirt traced around the wearer with a few seconds delay.
It was just like wiping the floor with a gargantuan cloth.
. . . Well, I do not mind if the dress gets dirt, but. . .
It was impossible to walk through crowds with such a long skirt.
The next station was a large station. It would be weekday afternoon, a few hours after high noon.
Even if I am clad in very simple clothing, it would be unavoidable to be touched unexpectedly. This skirt should be pinned up.
. . . To hold it under my arms. . . is the best.
The mobs surrounding the bride were gazing, without any room for hesitation, at the bride turning around just like a fashion-model and "playing with" herself.

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Chapter 0113 23/12/2002

The train is going to arrive at the next station soon.
First, I have to sprint and get out of the train car.
Though it is a large station, I think there are not very many passengers.
. . . at least I hope so.
Then. . . then, what should I do next?
Run into a restroom?
Which one?
How can I get in there?
Ayumi was worried about these things, for the skirt was very bulky.
Though the dress was made for dragging over a floor, Ayumi, as "non-otaku young BOY", was hesitating over letting it go over a nasty floor in a restroom.
No, this is not the time for hesitating.
Ayumi tried to grab her skirt with one of her smooth gloves, while her other glove was pushing aside her transparent veil, swaying with her movement.
. . . My breasts are moving. . .
She did her best to grab her skirt, but she kept failing and failing.

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Chapter 0114 24/12/2002

The difficulty came from not only the smooth materials, but also the skirt itself.
The skirt was not "alone".
There were probably many petticoats under the skirt.
This was why Ayumi could not tuck up the skirt. She could only grab a few of them.
To make things worse, there were panniers - a kind of "undergarment" that makes a skirt into a "beehive" - under the skirt.
There were firm tulles just like "woven steel" between the underskirts. They also had sewed-on undergarments.
The bride, standing next to the door, pulled in her skirt with rubbing sounds.
It was obvious to everyone that she was going to sprint as soon as the door was open.
Ayumi heard some strange sounds around her.
They were the sounds of portable cameras, built into cellular phones.
I have to have pictures of this event taken!
The impulses came from curiosity, the nature of human beings.
Ayumi had hauled in her skirt completely and tried to lift it up.
. . . Okay.
She tried to hold it fully with both of her arms.
I can.
Well, how long can I run with this bulk? I now have a very thin build, and am wearing pin-heeled shoes I have never worn before.
Just standing in the train car is difficult for me.

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Chapter 0115 25/12/2002

There were too many things for Ayumi to worry about.
But it was do-or-die.
Ayumi, both arms filled up with the bulk of the skirt, happened to look behind her.
. . . She saw the hem of her skirt. . . the train. . . covering almost all of the floor in the train car.
. . . Oh, damn. . . I can take good care of the skirt, but I can do nothing about "the tail".
If it is pinned to the ground, I will go for a tumble and hit the ground.
A very, very long skirt of a wedding dress is very beautiful when watching, but it was a very heavy burden for Ayumi.
. . . There is no way for me to hold it.
She took her arms off.
The skirt fell on the floor.
It gained its stylish shape again.
Ayumi heard a small voice, amazed at the skirt taking up its original shape.
I am fed up with trying to tuck up the skirt.
Ayumi hauled in her skirt inch by inch, without turning her head back.
Just then.

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Chapter 0116 26/12/2002

Ayumi saw a shoe by the train of her wedding dress.
As she looked at it, puzzled, the skirt was lifted up.
"Oh!"
She shouted in a small voice.
A woman was there who Ayumi had not met before.
She gathered Ayumi's skirt spread over the floor.
"W, well. . ."
The girl finished taking it up and held it out to Ayumi.
"Here you are."
I see. . . Ayumi, now transformed into a bride, understood what was going on.
She has pity on me and is going to help me. At least I think so.
"Oh, well. . . Sorry."
"That is too bad."
"Yeah. . ."
W, why am I talking naturally with her?
I am extremely thankful to her for her help, though.
Ayumi remembered that this was the first time for she had talked with anyone besides Satori.
He once had deceived his mother, though.
Ayumi took "the mass" . . . this is the most proper word. . . of the dress's train from the woman.
The material was so slippery that the mass was very difficult to keep a hold of. Furthermore, Ayumi's gloves were very smooth. So, keeping it together as a mass is one of the most difficult task in the world, for the mass was attached to the waist of the wedding dress.

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Chapter 0117 27/12/2002

"Oh, thank you."
Though it was not smart, these were the only words Ayumi could say.
The mob, surrounding "the lure" and the courageous woman talking with her, was watching them carefully.
Ayumi, as a bride, grabbed "the mass".
She also tried to grab her skirt again.
Just then, "the mass" fell from her hand and spread back out into the bulky train of her dress.
"Oh, no!"
The poor bride cried out in a small voice.
"That is okay."
The woman crouched down and gathered the bulk again.
"T, thank you. . ."
A volunteer is very helpful when needed.
Ayumi teared for the thankful woman.
"Do not let such a matter trouble you."
The woman said so and picked up both Ayumi's train and skirt and held them out to Ayumi.
The bride took the mass of skirts, holding them with her pumpkin-shaped shoulder and thin and smooth arm.
No, not just one arm, she needed both arms.
. . . Now I can run.
Anyway, my legs must not touch my skirt.
It is very stupid to tumble on my skirt, just like comedians in a comedy program do.
This is the worst thing that could happen.

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Chapter 0118 28/12/2002

Even if all problems with the wedding dress were removed, Ayumi was not certain whether she would be able to run. This was because she was wearing high-heeled shoes.
Now Ayumi had her skirt gathered up. This made Ayumi "erotic", for the people in front of her could see "the dark area covered by her skirt" and her legs clad in white stockings.
But it was do-or-die.
Ayumi had never thought that she would ever do such actions wearing an "elegant" dress like this.
"May I hold some of your skirt?"
The woman asked this.
"No, thanks."
Ayumi responded quickly.
At that time, the bride, Ayumi, looked at the woman for the first time.
She was an elegant beauty with long hair.
Ayumi thought that she was a younger woman who was Ayumi's age. Ayumi had at first thought that she was an adult woman, for she was not wearing a school uniform.
". . . Did you lose at a game?"
Ayumi was surprised, for she was asked casually.
Well. . . I am not coitophobic. I live with female family members. . . including my sister, and I go to a mixed school. I am never lecherous, and I am not too shy to speak to girls in my class.
I was once told by one of my classmates that she had fallen in love with me.
. . . I do not know what she thinks about me now.
"Ah, well. . ."
The bride was ashamed and put her face down.
Ayumi's heart beat as fast as it could.
W, why am I so embarrassed?
It was obviously different from the shyness, that had arisen from this transformation in the mob of people on the train.

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Chapter 0119 29/12/2002

Ayumi figured out the reason.
This girl thinks that I am a girl.
That is quite natural.
Nobody will think that this perfect bride is a boy.
This is the first time that Ayumi was spoken "as a female".
Yes. . . This is why I am embarrassed. . .
And the words are not said by an enamored man.
They are said by a woman, who thinks herself as "an ally".
I see. I was surprised by her, what to say, yes, "natural" style.
Ayumi had a vague feeling of guilt.
It was just like the feeling that he hid in a locker room and watched naked women.
"Yeah. . . I think it is, kind of."
The girl smiled.
Ayumi was very shocked.
"You look very troubled."
She said, amused.
Ayumi was fascinated by her smile.
At that moment, she had fallen in love with the girl.
Well, I cannot tell her my love in such a bizarre situation.
Ayumi was cursed with the happening.
But if I was not troubled, I would never have met her. . .
Ayumi felt very complex feelings.
"The train will soon arrive at the station."
The bride turned her face to the front.

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Chapter 0120 30/12/2002

It was an ordinary weekday afternoon.
Until that happened, at least I thought so.
Today, my college is already over. . .
It is boring. I want to go somewhere fun or. . .
A train was arriving at the station.
Before I came to the urban area, I did not ride on a train often. But now, it is nothing special, because I ride trains every day.
I used to use my bicycle to go places, and it is quite strange that "I have to pay money to go anywhere."
Whether I think it is ridiculous or not, it does not change the facts, though.
The train was stopping at the platform.
. . . Okay, some seats are not occupied.
This was the first thing to check on an arriving train.
It was important whether he could sit on a seat.
That happened in the moment that the train slowed down enough that I could recognize passengers' faces.
. . . Something unbelievable was in the train.
I felt like time had stopped.
It was only a few seconds.
. . . What is that?
I knew what it was.
If I saw it now and was asked "What is that?", I think I could answer it easily.
. . . It was not, however, something that should be there.
But it was certainly there.
A bride, clad in a wedding dress, was in the train car. . .

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Chapter 0121 31/12/2002

Every person acts differently when he sees something unbelievable.
But many people will think that it is a "fiction".
Most people who had seen the terrorist attacks on the United States of America on September 11th, 2001, said that "I thought that they were making a film."
Interestingly, when they were surprised by the Japanese navy, soldiers at Pearl Harbor thought the same thing. 50 years did not change people's minds.
The college student thought that he had been hallucinating.
Then, he remembered the amazing image.
. . . I was not hallucinating. She was a real bride.
That was a real wedding dress.
He looked at the train car, passing away from him.
The impact was spreading all over the platform, just like a calm tsunami in a deep sea. (1)

Notes:
1: A tsunami in deep water is very calm, with barely a ripple to show its passage. But as it approaches land, it swells into something very powerful.

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Chapter 0122 1/1/2003

Every person thinks that "If I am the only one to do something, things will not change."
Indeed, men are much more interested in women's clothes than women realize.
This interest comes from men's curiosity about women, and is not fetishism.
The most understandable example is that, in general, men "love sailor-style for schoolgirls" more than women do.
Though half of all people are female, no, not though but because, male really adore these "similar but different" beings.
It is quite natural that human beings watch as well as they can when things almost never seen are in front of them.
The college student did not notice that he had begun to follow the train car.
The same thing had occurred on others in the platform.
People fascinated by the bride in a train car began to follow the train car.
This large crowd was growing larger by itself.
The growth did not end until the train stopped.

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Chapter 0123 2/1/2003

Now, the train is going to stop.
The beauty, the bride with her neck and upper chest uncovered, had been excited and had waited for the moment.
This was the most favorable stop for her.
She glanced at a boy as tall as her.
He was keeping his face down.
Ayumi was not optimistic about the situation.
Nobody can ignore such a bride in a station. I might be arrested.
But. . . it is a large station. . . so maybe.
It turned out to be despair, though.
Ayumi saw a man next to the boy.
The man glanced at her and was surprised.
Though the man had moved away when he was surprised, every person Ayumi saw reacted differently.
People in the train car proudly watched the people in the platform who were following the train car.
Ayumi felt someone next to her.
She turned back.
Ayumi's neck sensed that her earring was ringing.
"Ah!"
Ayumi was surprised.
It might be because the beautiful girl helped the bride gather up her skirt, or because they were going to get off the train at this station, that the mob, who had been away from her, were next to her.
"Calm down and look ahead."
The girl whispered quietly.

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Chapter 0124 3/1/2003

Yes, she is right. I have to look ahead.
Ayumi's earrings rang as she looked forward.
Nobody could imagine this situation.
The huge crowd, tired from running and following, was waiting outside of the nearly stopped train car.
Everyone took photographs of the bride with their cell phones.
Ayumi was pushed aside.
By the girl.
"Oh, well. . ."
"Follow me. I will try."
Is she going to. . . lead me?
The train was going to stop.
Ayumi, as a bride with white wedding dress, felt like the moment lasted forever.
The passengers were shouting in excitement.
They are interested in where the bride is going to, I think.
Now, all I can do is follow the girl.
I am holding my bouquet with my hands and my skirt with the whole of my arms.
I cannot be led with my hands.
Ayumi decided to go.
Now, the door was open.

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Chapter 0125 4/1/2003

As soon as the doors had opened, the beautiful girl ran up to the mob.
She pushed back them with her hands.
Ayumi was very thankful for her actions, but she had no time to express it.
Ayumi's heels made a lot of noise against the platform, as she muddled through the crowd.
The crowds were not evil fiends.
So they, of course, did not violate this stranger. . . a bride got off the train car. . .
Ayumi ran "bridally", with her arms full of her skirt.
Ayumi's veil swung and "fake pearls" on her wedding dress glittered. That was transcendently beautiful.
Now, the mob was parted into two, just like Moses's famed miraculous parting of the Red Sea.
The skirt Ayumi was holding began spreading inch by inch.
It did not matter to Ayumi and she kept running.
Every people who saw the bride was surprised.
Many schoolgirls were shouting in excitement.
Oh. . . why. . . why am I troubled by such a happening?
Ayumi was so sad that her eyes flooded with tears.
There were stairs in front of her.

(Illustration)
Illustrated by Ohyuki

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Chapter 0126 5/1/2003

Ayumi had been using urban train stations every day. So she should be used to them by now.
But, Ayumi felt that the platform was really narrow. The platform was so narrow that she could touch the train cars on either side with her skirts.
There are stairs.
The girl who had helped me is now running up the stairs.
Can I run up the stairs without dropping the skirt I am holding?
But it is do or die.
These shoes I am wearing are really stiff. The sneakers I wear every day are very soft but never stiff, but these seem to be made with glass.
Furthermore, they are high heeled ones and I have to stand on my toes and stiletto heels. I have to step up each stair with both "Neko Ashi Dachi" (1) style toes and the stiletto instantaneously.
If I only put my toe on the stair, I cannot keep my balance.
. . . Who ever invented such strange shoes?
The bride was losing her temper.

Notes:
1: Special stance (or maneuvers) used in Goju-Ryu (a martial arts style).

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Chapter 0127 6/1/2003

It seemed quite natural that the bride would lose her balance, for she was wearing "high-heeled shoes" that were really stiff and rigid.
She had to run up the stairs with her arms, covered by very slippery gloves, full of her skirts that were thick and heavy like a comforter.
She thought, "Hurry up!". However, the thought conflicted with another of her thoughts, "Keep your balance!".
So, she pounded up the stairs made of iron.
I am annoyed that I have to hurry.
What is happening to my skirt behind me?
It is an enormous bulk.
I am holding most of it, but some parts might be spreading on the floor.
I have been keeping my balance till now. I am lucky not to meet someone who would trip me.
There was a worse thing for Ayumi.
There were escalators, going up and down, beside the stairs.
There were many people on the escalator going down.
This escalator was the best spot to watch the bride.
While she was running up the long stairs, about fifteen meters, the people on the escalator stared at her curiously.
This is quite natural.
For the bride clad in a white wedding dress is running up the stairs when they come to the station as usual.
Furthermore, as I go up, more people come just like conveyor belts.
Ayumi was going to cry.
I had gone up the stairs.

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Chapter 0128 7/1/2003

As was usual in urban stations in Greater Tokyo, they seemed to be "under construction", for everything was covered by veneers and temporary buildings were everywhere. Furthermore, this lasted for several years.
The surface of the stairs was made of a different material than what was used on the upstairs platform. There were something like sticky tapes on the edges of the veneers.
When I turn the corner of the upstairs platform, then I will see ticket gates.
The bride, hopeful about her plan, had run up all of the stairs with her uncovered upper chest and her back sweating.
The girl was waiting at the upstairs platform.
I think that she is trying to keep the people behind her away.
There were rest rooms near the corner of the upstairs platform.
When I was in the train car, I wanted to run into one of them, but now, I would never go.
The girl met Ayumi's eyes and evaded past the bride.
Ayumi did not have enough courage to turn her face back up.
I think that the stuff behind me is just like a "Royal parade". . .
How can I get out. . . the gates. . . I have no pass or ticket.
Ayumi had a good idea.
Though it was not a very good idea, but it was the only one that she could try.
I can not duck through an automated gate, but I can sneak through a manned gate instead. Though station workers might block me, I am able to duck through the gate, for I am a bride who just ran out of a train. . . well, I might not be able to, but maybe?
Anyway, Ayumi, just had run "bridally" up the stairs, turned at the corner.
". . . ! !"
Her heart skipped a beat.

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Chapter 0129 8/1/2003

She could not believe her eyes.
This might be more unbelievable for her, than the transformation to a bride that had begun in a train car.
All of the gates were automated!
She looked around with her earrings ringing.
She noticed that she was perfumed.
She felt that her veil was just on her ears and neck.
There is. . .
Certainly, there was a manned gate.
However, it was at the opposite side, far from the automated gates here.
H, how inconvenient. . . Is this not the center of Tokyo? . . . No, this is Kanagawa prefecture. . . Anyway, is there such a station like this in the greater Tokyo megalopolis?
Ayumi did not know who was to blame for it.
Then, her plan of sneaking through a manned gate had failed.
There were gorgeous shops in the station-building (1) beyond the gates.
There was a fast-food restaurant, a flower shop, and a used book shop.
. . . It seemed to Ayumi that this were just like a downtown.
S, should I have to get out from here?
"Come here! Hurry up!"
No need to say that, but the bride was attracting the attention of people around her. The girl was evading past them.
She quickly took her wallet and put it on one of the gates.
In greater Tokyo in Japan, there were systems that enables one to pass through ticket gates with just "one quick touch".
The girl got the gate open by using her pass!
Ayumi realized what she was doing and ran "bridally" to her.

Notes:
1: A building around a station but much larger than the station itself. It often have tenants.

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Chapter 0130 9/1/2003

"Oh! Damn!"
When Ayumi stopped next to her, the girl shouted.
"A, ah!?"
Ayumi was shocked and opened her eyes wide, made up "naturally" with mascara. No, she was dumbfounded at the sight.
Though they were introduced at every station in the metropolis of Tokyo, the gates in this station did not have the systems that "enabled one to pass through ticket gates with just one quick touch"!
They only had the systems that "accepted tickets or passes directly".
"There is nothing to do for it! Anyway, go through the gate!"
The girl was taking her pass from her wallet.
It was obvious to everyone what she was going to do.
Anyhow, she was going to get Ayumi out of the station.
The girl put her pass in the gate without hesitation.
The pass was accepted. And now, the gate was open.
"T, thank you!"
Ayumi could not say anything else.
She went into the automated gate with her arms full of the skirts of her dress.
She forced her way through the gate, so narrow that overweight people might have some trouble getting out, with her skirt chafing.
Her pannier was being compressed transversely.
She could not go through the gate without straining herself.
Her skirt was pressed flat.
She tugged at it.
Now, she had managed to get out the station!
Of course, she did not pick up the pass.
The girl can take the pass and use it later. I was helped by her very much. I have no words to express my gratitude.
Ayumi could not determine which way to go.
Though she lived in greater Tokyo, she knew nothing about the station building, for she had never been here.
"Wait!"
Ayumi heard someone is calling her.
She turned back and found the girl, blocked by the automated gate.
It is natural. Only one person can go through a gate with a single pass.
She was repeating a gesture that said "Come here!"
Ayumi did not like to waste even one second, but she felt she had to go. She pounded and ran to her, with her skirt making into a mess.
"Open your mouth!"
What is she saying?
She is taking a bill from her wallet. I see!
The girl stuffed her bill into Ayumi's mouth.
"Turn right and go straight, and you will see a taxi stand!"
The girl was pointing the way.
The bride nodded quickly and began to run again.
"Chin up!"
Ayumi heard the girl's voice from behind her bare back.

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Chapter 0131 10/1/2003

The station building was less brightly illuminated than Ayumi thought.
The sunlight outside the building dazzled her.
A taxi. Get in a taxi and everything will be okay.
Ayumi was extremely thankful to the girl. Her quick wits had helped Ayumi to take care of everything.
How bad of a mess would there be in the station. . .
And then. . . there were steps leading down in front of Ayumi.
Then. . . I need not to hurry.
Ayumi thought the stairs were several meters high.
Falling down the stairs would seriously injure her.
The first thing I have to take care of is "to go down the stairs without tumbling down."
There were constantly more than a dozen people entering the station building.
Most of them looked amazed and then lowered their eyes.
I cannot help their reactions.
She was holding such a large bulk, her skirts, in front of her that she could not see her feet at all.
She pounded down the stairs step by step.
Unfortunately, the stairs had no escalators.
If there was an escalator, I might not use it, though.
She felt like going down the stairs would take all day.
But it was much quicker for her than waiting in the train car.
She cannot help drooling slightly, for she was holding the bill by her teeth but not her lips so that the bill was not stained with her lipstick.
This made her more irritated.
I am worried about drooling over this gorgeous dress. . . Why am I worrying about it?
Finally, she had gone down the stairs.

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Chapter 0132 11/1/2003

Ayumi was a schoolboy living in greater Tokyo. He had been to many stations there.
People in the countryside might think that every station in greater Tokyo has a "capital" or a "downtown", which means a jungle of huge buildings or shops.
But it is not true.
There were many stations in residential areas, so large that even express or limited express trains stopped there.
This station is just that kind of station.
The bride, who had gone down the stairs that looked like they were being built, became absent-minded.
There was certainly a road beyond a few meters of concrete paving.
But it was far from being the "taxi stand" that the girl had told Ayumi about.
First, "the few meters of concrete paving to the road" was awful.
There were many bikes parked illegally and there were also ropes dividing the area. The concrete was obviously rough, for it was broken and had been repaired for other constructions.
And the road was too narrow for a car to pass another one easily. The cars on the road were stuck bumper-to-bumper in a traffic jam, probably because traffic signals were near the road. Furthermore, a large bus was on the road.
She was going to cry.
Of course, Ayumi, who was a beautiful bride clad in a white wedding dress, imagined a "taxi stand" as a line of taxis in a huge roundabout, that enabled her to get on one and to let her go.

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Chapter 0133 12/1/2003

But there was no way to go back to the station.
Anyway, Ayumi, "the bride" began to walk with her arms holding the skirt of her dress. If I let the dress fall free, this long, long skirt of mine will drag on the rough pavement.
The transcendently smooth satin of the pannier would become rough. No, the only reason I mind my skirt is because I have trouble walking in it. I do not care about the dress!
She noticed that everyone was looking at her. They stared at her, clad in a pure-white dress, and this annoyed her.
What a narrow road this is.
All the cars on the road were stuck "bumper-to-bumper" in a traffic jam.
W-where is a "taxi stand"?
It is do-or-die, I should go all out. The bride decided to ask a middle-aged man who looked like a guard.
"Where is a taxi stand?"
It was a cute, attractive voice.   . . . Ayumi knew she had the voice of a girl, but this was more than that, just like a virgin bride going to get married today.
The guard seemed to be in his mid-fifties. He was very confused.
Though it sounds strange, I am lucky to be a real girl.
He is merely confused because I am a young woman dressed as a bride, and if I was crossdressed but not transgendered. . .   Ugh, all the trouble I have had today is from this ability!" 
"Ah, well. . . here."
The middle aged man pointed out, with forced calm, the place where she had been just a minute ago.

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Chapter 0134 13/1/2003

"Ah. . ."
Ayumi looked carefully around and found the sign saying "Taxi Stand".   . . . The problem is that she could not see any taxis or cabs at all.
"There are not any there now, but if you wait for a while you will be able to get one."
W, wait for a while?
This is natural, for the road is too narrow for a car to go through with taxis parking on the road. But then. . .
"T, thank you!"
Anyway, here, around the road, was just like a "downtown".
There were so many people on the narrow sidewalk that they could not pass another easily.
How could anyone ignore a girl clad in a wedding dress!
Anyhow, she could not think of any ideas better than riding in a taxi.
She had never been here before. She could not walk home at all. She could not go back to the station, either. Thus, all she could do was to wait for a taxi.
She stood and waited a few meters away from the sign saying "Taxi Stand".
There are too many bicycles. I am on a path to an automatic teller machine, which seems to be very uncomfotable. Only in a city built without planning could one see such a mess.
Many people on the other side of the road are staring at me, through the cars.
She felt like she was going to faint.

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Chapter 0135 14/1/2003

He was bored.
That spring, he had started working at a taxi company.
Now that school students were going to have a summer vacation, he was still inexperience.
Mr. Yamaguchi was a novice taxi driver.
When he was a boy, his image of taxi drivers was. . . nothing but middle aged men.
For the only chance for children to get on a taxi was to go to their relatives' house.
He found after his employment, that there were, of course, many taxi drivers as young as him. And. . . "taxi drivers are very familiar with everywhere", another belief about taxi drivers, also turned out to be false.
In the United States of America, city planning was so excellent that expressions like "such-and-such building that is so-and-so blocks away from my house" were quite natural. In Japan, some cities like Sendai had been planned out that way, but cities like Tokyo or Osaka were completely chaotic messes.
Furthermore, places like Kanagawa prefecture were so uneven that residential areas were just like mazes.
And, though it seemed the best kind of equipment for taxis, "car navigation systems" were not installed in taxicabs.

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Chapter 0136 15/1/2003

It would be essential equipment for places you had never been, but the most important thing for all taxi drivers was to memorize every way to go in at least their home district, since taxi companies fixed their "territory".
This was normal. Indeed, passengers would be nervous if the driver was watchin a car navigation system, which seemed to use a lot of energy.
In fact, some car navigation systems could receive television. Some of the state-of-art ones could also play DVDs. Yamaguchi had even heard that some "luxury taxis" had this kind of equipment, but he had never used such equipment.
If drivers watched them and did not work, they did not make any money at all.
The radio mounted on my taxi receives so many transmissions that I cannot listen to radio programs, and of course musics in the piles of compact disks that I own. Anyhow, I am not driving for enjoyment. I am working, working.
Therefore the only leisure activity for Yamaguchi in his cab was reading books for air-gun experts while his car was stopped at a traffic signal.
He approached a taxi stand he passed every day.
I do not like this stand. . .
Since the road was narrow, he always felt like he was being rushed. Indeed, he had to drive away immediately when a bus was pushing from the rear.
Pushed by cars forced to obey the traffic signals, he went there as slow as a snail. . .
Yamaguchi saw an unbelievable thing.
It was a situation that would be tedious when it was written down.
A bride clad in a pure white wedding dress was running up to his taxi!

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Chapter 0137 16/1/2003

What Ayumi had been waiting for, finally came.
It was a dark-colored taxi.
The bulk of Ayumi's skirt that she was holding up was going to fall. Ayumi, as a bride, gathered the bulk up with her very smooth gloves and ran again.
Pushed by cars, very seldom moving except by inches, the taxi came in front of her.
The driver must clearly notice me, as a bride.
I do not think I will be refused a ride. I have ever heard that the very nasty homeless or the drunken people covered in mud in a rain will be refused, . . . but how about a bride? I do not know.
Everyone looked at the bride running to the side of the road.
Hm! I do not mind any more!
I cannot hail a taxi while holding my skirt. I do not care any more!
Ayumi raised her hand, letting her dress. . . drift down onto the ground, to hail the taxi just a few meters in front of her.
She felt like her arm was restrained.
Her entire body was strained, as she raised her hand.
It is natural. Wedding dresses are very famous for their imagery, but they are actually ceremonial costumes. The outfits are not designed to give the wearers good mobility. Furthermore, a wedding dress with long sleeves like this might make difficult to bend the arm.
Ayumi found that the sidewalk in front of her was a bit narrower. She regarded it as a "taxi stand".
The taxi went there.
The rear door opened. (1)

Notes:
1: In Japan, most doors in taxis open automatically.

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Chapter 0138 17/1/2003

Is it okay to let her in. . . I cannot say either. . . Anyway, she is a passenger, Yamaguchi thought.

This is the help the gods give me.
All I have to do is to get in it.
. . . But how?
Ayumi had a problem. She was currently clad in a dress with light "bones" that retained the skirt's shape. They would prevent getting in the taxi in the usual way.
Just then, Ayumi had a good idea.
She suddenly turned around with her veil swinging.
She saw many people, but she did not pay attention to them and put her buttocks on the seat.
Ayumi had sit down with her skirt before. For she had been, almost everyday, forcibly dressed in many uniforms for girls, of high schools in the Tokyo metropolis. But, she had never sat down with such a thick skirt.
Pants are clearly designed to put the buttocks on certain parts of the pants when sitting. But the cloth of this dress is so slippery that I am nervous.
Anyway, next to putting in her buttocks, she put her legs together and pivoted on her buttocks to put her legs in the car.
In fact, this is the way to ride in a car when wearing "Kimonos", but Ayumi did not know it. She had a quick wit.
Then, she grabbed the top of the front seat next to the driver's and the rear seats, and slid herself into the right-hand seat. (1)

Notes:
1: In Japan, cars run the left side of a road. So, passengers get in taxis from the left door.

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Chapter 0139 18/1/2003

But of course, she could not troll all of her dress into the car.
Though it was very hard for her, for both her gloves and the dress were very smooth, the bride managed to grab and pull in her train or the "tail" of her dress.
Wedding dresses with long trains like this one were seldom seen, and of course very expensive. The dress must be like the one that was often advertised as "400,000 yen for rent." Even for real brides, only a handful of them could wear such a dress. And Ayumi, a schollboy, wearing it. . . This was very ironic.
She had finally managed to troll in the very end of her train.
Now, the car was filled, like a bush, with her dress.
The whole car was filled with the sweet perfumes of Ayumi's make-up and smells particular to wedding dresses.
"Are you okay?"
The driver asked.
This was nothing but the question "Have you pulled all of your dress into the car?"
"Yeah!"
Ayumi responded quickly.
This question relieved Ayumi a little.
As she responded, the 10,000 yen bill held by her teeth fell on her skirt between her knees.
He is being careful about my dress. This means. . . he is used to dealing with passengers like me!
She concluded by herself. I am wondering who takes a taxi when she is wearing a wedding dress, but I should not worry about it any more.
The door closed automatically. (1)

Notes:
1: In Japan, most doors in taxis close automatically.

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Chapter 0140 19/1/2003

"To [FNORD]. Please."
Ayumi said a location near his home.
All I should do is go back home.
However, thinking a little, it will be very risky.
At this time of a day, my mother is often at home.
How should I act when she sees me, as a bride?
Well, if she becomes aware that the bride, whose figure is far from her son's, is actually her son, she must have a 
godlike ability.
Because my shape above my waist is apparently that of a female, though my shape below my waist is covered by my skirt. 
These shapely breasts and this waspishly-thin waist show I am obviously female. Crossdressing cannot make such a figure.
Even if nobody recognizes me, a girl clad in a pure white wedding dress will make everyone at an ordinary home panic.
First, everyone will ask "Who are you?"
And. . . though it is scary but in fact, it is not certain that I will change back to my original form when I came back 
to my home.
I and my sister have the ability of being able to transgender and crossdress each other to the opposite sex. However, 
this ability will only affect each other. If I my sister, Satori, is not at home, I will have to be a bride till I meet 
her!
Anyway, it will be much better than in the city, no, anywhere but my home. When I manage to get back home. . . even if 
my mother finds me it will be better, uh, despite the problems, but I will solve them. . . I shall solve them!
The next moment, Ayumi's ears, pulled by her earrings, caught unbelievable words.
"Well. . . Sorry, but I do not know how to get there, for I am a new cab driver."

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Chapter 0141 20/1/2003

"What?"
The bride, whose lips were rouged, complained.
This was natural. His reaction was never in her mind.
She had, however, once heard a rumor. Some seasonal cab drivers who came from a rural area to the capital do not have a spatial sense, which is the most important ability for taxi drivers. Worse, some drivers ask their passengers the way and, furthermore, they are never polite to their passengers, for they had worked in the only taxi company in their own area and they had not "served" their passengers.
Ayumi, an ordinary. . . it might not be true now. . . schoolboy, had never taken a taxi alone. So she was completely surprised.
"Ah, well. . ."
The bride was confused.
She did not know what she should do.
The taxi I believed in and took says "I do not know how to get there." What should I do?
"Excuse me. . . but can I ask the way to get there?"
He said this and picked up a cell phone.
"Ah, yeah."
She hated her girlish voice, but anyway she replied.
The cab driver seemed to be in his early twenties. He was taking an atlas from the seat to his left (1) and making a call.
A, anything is okay, so hurry up!
The bride was praying.

Notes:
1: In Japan, cars run the left side of a road. So, most drivers sit on the right side.

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Chapter 0142 21/1/2003

Anything is okay, so leave here as soon as possible!
She was going to say so, but she stopped herself from saying the words.
For cars swarmed around here and they did not move at all.
. . . In the center of Tokyo. . . no, it is Kanagawa prefecture. . . the road from the large station, where express trains stop, has a taxi stand, but each side can have only a single row of cars pass. Why?
Cab cars have, of course, the same build as sedans. This means everyone around the cab car can look into it!
This made Ayumi, clad in a pure white wedding dress, look around.
I have never been "seated while wearing a dress".
The smooth clothes inside the skirt are so slippery that I cannot find where to sit on. Furthermore, both of my legs are completely covered by rough stockings and the difference between their feelings makes me. . .
"Ah, hello, it's me. . ."
The whole car was filled with the sweet perfumes of Ayumi's make-up.
It was never a bad smell. It might be, however, the smell of fake ladies.
And, although Ayumi did not know at all till she had worn one, dresses have particular smells of their own. It is hard to describe, but it is like those of krab. . . (1) Though it is not proper, it smells like "used rubber".
Ayumi was dealing with the huge bulk of her skirt, which seemed to fill up the whole of the rear seat.
Being in this figure, Ayumi often "looked down at herself".
She saw the bottom of her upper body, which was sprouted alone from the bulk of her skirt.
Her waist was tightened like a hourglass. . .
Ayumi was excited.
Though it was hers, she was excited at the body she was seeing.

Notes:
1: Popular food in Japan; Pasted fish (mainly cods) that resembles crab meat in shape (and taste).

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Chapter 0143 22/1/2003

H, how beautiful I am. . .
Ayumi felt this subconsciously.
N, no, but there is no way! Though my body is that of a female, my mind is still that of a male!
My waist is tightened like a hourglass and the drape of the dress is excellent. And the needlepoints covering the front of my upper dress are. . . And also I can see a line between my breasts from the open upper chest of mine. . .
Suddenly the car began to move.
Yes, . . . Finally. . .
She noticed the driver had finished his phone call and began to drive the car.
The traffic signals seemed to turn green.
Anyway, I managed to muddle though the marriage scene in a train car.
Just for a second, she looked back to the station.
There were many people staring at the taxicab to see "a bride taking a taxi".
Her earrings rang as she turned her head and looked at the other side of the road.
The same thing is happening there as well.
Students returning home, middle aged women wandering the downtown, et cetera are all looking back. . . Well, is not she wearing the uniform of my high school?
Finally the taxicab bagan to move a bit faster.
The onlookers were able to follow the car when the taxicab was moving slower than a tortoise, but now they were getting left behind, for there were too many people on the sidewalk.
The car had gone between fourteen and eighteen meters.
Ayumi could, of course, look around through the windows of the taxicab.
It meant everyone could see the bride in the car.
In most cases, almost nobody look into a cab, but it is true only when passengers in the cab wear ordinary clothings. No outfits attract more attention than a pure white wedding dress.
For Ayumi, it was just like running as a sandwich-person.
She once tried to drop to the seat but she immediately stopped doing so, for she felt it was not effective.
She felt the inquisitive eyes of onlookers like being tortured with needles and prayed that the taxicab would get her home as soon as possible.

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Chapter 0144 23/1/2003

Finally the taxicab went onto a wider road that had two lanes of cars going the same way.
Now, she felt like she was "just another face in the crowd".
She looked downward without a reason. Her veil also swung down.
It seems like it is a hallucination.
Is that bulk of pure white cloth real?
This is a particular smell of taxicabs. My smooth gloves are slipping on the driver's white seat cover.
. . . The taxi is stopping for a while, is not it?
She lifted her head up.
The taxi was on a road that had only a single lane of cars going each way.
Well, I live in a typical residential area, so my home town is small and quiet like it is here. Anyway, I am lucky not to live in a huge block of flats. . . I cannot think of running up stairs or going up to the fifth floor in an elevator with this dress.
T, traffic signals. . .
Yes, the taxi was stopping at traffic signals.
Cars are usually comfortable, but they often have to stop. She felt that fact with her entire body.
Ayumi looked at the taximeter.
The sticker on the window next to the meter said "Fare: 660 yen or more", but the meter said the fare was more than 1,500 yen.
Ayumi looked around and found that she was in a quiet town. The taxi went through places she did not know, so she was not certain of the distance from here to her home, but she guessed the taxi was going near to her home town.
"To [FNORD], right?"
The driver asked her to confirm the location.

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Chapter 0145 24/1/2003

"Ah, yes. That is right."
"Where in [FNORD]?"
This question was only natural. Nobody could find her home with no information except the vague name of a location.
"When we come near the place, then I will tell you."
I really do not like this soprano voice of mine, but I cannot do any thing about it. I am a female now. It would be stranger if this body had a bass voice.
The taxicab was going through cozy town.
There were many one-story houses all over.
The taxicab itself might be odd in this town, to say nothing of the wedding dress.
The taxicab turned at a corner of a convenience store.
That convenience store has no parking lots. It also faces to the road directly. It should be the store for people around here.
Ah, I would like to go to the convenience store. . .
Ayumi said her desire as an ordinary schoolboy without intention.
She could not, however, go there with her wedding dress. First, her bag was gone.
My bag and my wallet. . . Where did my money go. . . ?
I could not find my bag in the train car, though I lifted up my skirt and felt under my skirt for my bag. . . But I might have left my bag in the train car. . .
The taxicab was going through a woody area.
No, a road next to woods.
There are many small parks and tree-lined roads in Kanagawa prefecture.
The taxicab was shaded, and climbed up a road that had about a 30 degree slope.
Ayumi wondered "Where is the taxi going to?"
However, the taxicab was surely going to Ayumi's house.

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Chapter 0146 25/1/2003

I think the station is three or four stations away.
The station I got off at was at the distance from my house.
I had never seen such a place, though it is not so far from my house.
Ayumi was staring at the street outside the taxicab.
She looked as if she might be encouraged by the fact that there were few people in the street.
The sun began to grow low in the sky. It was just a few minutes past three o'clock. Ayumi was getting to go home early because it was during an exams week.
"Where are you. . . from?"
Finally, the driver cannot help but ask the bride.
"Well. . ."
It is natural that he hesitates in asking me.
A woman in a wedding dress had run to a taxi stand next to a railway station. He would guess it is not normal.
Ordinary women clad in their wedding dresses do not ride trains, nor run through towns.
He might think that I had run away form a chapel or. . . The driver would be very curious about me, but it would be very hard for him to ask me anything personal.
"Well, you need not answer me."
He withdrew his question. He is a good man.
Finally, Ayumi saw a place she had seen before.
The bride poked her head.
"Please turn at the next corner to the left."
She, with a voice she did not often hear, directed the driver to turn left.
She was reminded that her finger pointing at the corner was completely covered by a pure white glove.
She saw the plate that had the name and photograph of the driver. It said "Ken Yamaguchi".
"Okay, turn left."
Magazines that were stacked in the seat opposite the driver's collapsed silently.
Ayumi saw a magazine which is covered by a black and realistic cap gun. She guessed it was the driver's hobby.
I see. . . We are "a man and a woman" now. . .
At last Ayumi understood that fact. Until that time, she thought of herself and the driver as two men.
What does he think about me, his ridiculous passenger. . . ? It is difficult to say.
Ayumi saw her house.

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Chapter 0147 26/1/2003

Ah, finally I am going to be free from this annoying embarrassment. . .
Too long. It took too long to get here. . .
Now that I am here, I will remember this fondly in the. . . Nah!
"Ah, here."
Now the taxi was going to arrive at the front of the house.
Now new problems will arise.
In just a few moments, Ayumi had considered many plans and predictions with her brain, covered by her veil.
Though it will be a very hard task, I have to grab all of my skirt and go into my house.
There might be someone here but. . . anyway, I have to hide out in Satori's room.
When she gets home, everything will get better. If she does not. . . I must manage to memorize the number of Satori's cell phone. . . There is a table, which has all the cell phone numbers of my family, on the wall in my house. However, I do not remember all the numbers for they were put in my cell phone. . . And then I must manage to call Satori on the phone and tell her what was happening.
My mother, who saw me transformed and dressed into a girl with a sailor blouse, had taken me to be Satori. She will never believe that a bride dragging her train is her son.
. . . Well, the fact, that a bride suddenly ran into a house, will not change, though.
Finally, the taxicab had stopped.
Ayumi, clad in a wedding dress, picked up the 10,000 yen bill, stained a little with her lipstick.
The meter indicated the fare was about 2,500 yen.
Anyway, Ayumi had already decided what she should do.

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Chapter 0148 27/1/2003

If I decide to keep the change, I cannot take it to my house at all. For I cannot even hold the whole of my skirt.
I think clothing that restricts my movements is silly, but this dress is not designed for comfortable movement in daily life. It is an outfit that is worn just once, in a special ceremony.
It has no pockets, so, though I might carry bills, it is next to impossible to hold coins.
I had better give up on keeping all of the change.
"2,460 yen, please."
"Then, here you are."
The bride passed a 10,000 yen bill.
Though the fact itself, a wedding dress in a taxicab, is an unusual thing, a bride passing a 10,000 yen bill would be a more unlikely case.
The door had opened.
First, I have to move my torso outside.
She, with her weight on the layers of her skirt, shifted the center of her mass to the door heavily.
I can shift myself, but not my skirt I am wearing, very well. It might be possible for me to turn completely around without moving the hem of my skirt at all. It seems to be such a bulky thing.
"Then. . ."
The driver said so and began calculating the change.
"Ah, no thanks."
"What!?"
The driver is surprised. It is quite natural. The change is about three times as much as the fee.
"Anyway, no thanks."
Now everyone can see me from the windows around me.
She misstepped on the bulk of the train and, for many moments, was on the verge of stepping out of her high-heeled wedding shoe.
She struggled for and managed a stable step on the ground outside the taxicab.
At the same moment, the bulk of the skirt began to move.

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Chapter 0149 28/1/2003

I am having trouble putting both feet, no, both shoes on the ground, damn this wedding dress. . .
Anyway, she managed to put on her feet on the ground, rather than the hem of her dress. And then, she did her best to pull out the bulk of her skirts, just like a trolling fisherman.
For her hand grabbing at her skirt was completely covered by slippery and smooth gloves, so it looked just like "trying to grab an eel". She struggled and managed to pull out her whole skirt from the taxicab.
Though her skirt itself was a large bulk, "the tail" or the train was not a part of her skirt but a separate garment. Ayumi once regarded it as a long, long hem of her skirt but that was not true.
Ayumi learned a lot of trivia that never seemed to be useful in Ayumi's life.
I have once heard that "Juu-Ni-Hitoe" (1) weighs about fifteen kilograms, but this wedding dress seems to weigh more than several kilograms.
Though a fairly firm pannier was on her waist, and was extending her skirt with a smooth curve, the weight of her whole skirt pulled on her skirt and the curve around her waist was straightened.
At least, it was obvious that the dress was as heavy as several or more gakurans, which Ayumi had been wearing just before the transformation began.
"Is it okay?"
The young driver asked.
"All right, all right."
Next, I have to pull up this skirt.
She rolled up her train, just a bit more skillfully than she did before, shifted it to in front of her from the attachment point on her back waist and lifted it up with her skirt.
The layers of the skirts were reinforced by the pannier and were much like a single skirt. She lifted the skirt from two points, which lifted all of the skirts.

Notes:
1: An extremely elegant and highly complex kimono that was only worn by court-ladies in Japan.

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Chapter 0150 29/1/2003

"Thank you so much!"
Ayumi heard the voice she was still not used to.
"Are you okay?"
Though the driver would ignore the situation in most cases, this time he would be worrying about the girl, who had run away from a station in her wedding dress, getting out of the cab hurriedly.
Or he could think that "Am I helping another man's bride to run away?". . . or he might have thought so.
She turned back with her arms full of her dress.
Some of the hem of my skirt is still on the ground, but I cannot lift up any more.
Apparently, I am lucky for the entrance is not locked.
"Thank you so much!"
She said briefly and ran out immediately.
One of the reasons Ayumi declined the change was to express her gratitude.
She, clad in a wedding dress, ran to the Jojima house, rarely seen in Japan today.
She heard that the door of the taxicab had closed. She did not look back at the taxicab.
I feel it is difficult to walk with the high-heeled shoes, which compelled me to use the "Neko Ashi Dachi" (1) style.
There is the entrance next to the top of the short stairs.
At this moment, I have to free my right hand and turn the knob.
This means there is no way to defend myself if someone finds me.
I am a bride, clad in pure white dress, and am invading on (I am not certain whether the word is proper.) a residential house. I will make the news of this neighborhood for sure.
Fortunately, I do not feel like anyone is in the neighborhood. Or they might be ignoring me.
She released the right side of her skirt she was holding.
She regretted it in that moment. I am holding the train up with my right arm.
The train fell off with a slurping-like sound.
Well, let it be!
I have a bouquet in my left hand.
She had some trouble, for the glove was very slippery, but she managed to open the door.

Notes:
1: Special stance (or maneuvers) used in Goju-Ryu (a martial arts style).

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Chapter 0151 30/1/2003

Indeed, she could only make a slight gap.
She thrust her toe into the gap.
Her right foot found its way through the dress's many skirts and was wedged inside the gap.
The door is leaning on me.
She strained against the door with her whole body and squeezed her whole body into the house.
Of course, she could not bring her skirt, or the dress train she could not hold, into the house.
This means I am going to get caught in the door!
Ayumi, dressed as a bride, gave the door, just in front of her, a head butt without a thought.
Her tiara, worn on her head, pressed into her hair.
Ouchhhhh. . .
Though she could not help having an agonized look, she did her best to troll her skirt.
After she managed to pull all of her skirt and train inside, she stopped pushing the door with her head.
. . .Huh, now the throngs have almost no chance to look at me. . .
She felt safe just a bit. However, "certain familiar people" had a much greater chance than before.
Though it is just as I imagined, how bulky this skirt is. I cannot see the floor at all.
And my skirt is directly on all the shoes.
But this means, from now on, I do not have to worry about dragging the skirt and train on the floor. Anyway, run upstairs without hesitating!
She looked the stair through her veil.

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Chapter 0152 31/1/2003

High heel stiletto shoes only had a very small part of the sole which touches the ground. Just the tiny outsoles and chopstick-like stiletto heels.
They are footwear which are designed to make their wearer taller, so comfort and stability are not major factors for consideration.
Though it is difficult to walk in them, of course, she were managing to go through the Dosoku area (1) with many steps on her skirt, for she could not see her feet under her skirt.
. . . Should I take off the shoes?
Though these heels could slip off easily, they would make it obvious that a bride is in the house. If Satori turns me back soon, will they also turn back?
But if she is not present, I have to hide out in her room with this dress. In that case, these white stiletto heels are left alone in the entrance. The worst case scenario is that my mother finds these signs one after another and steps into the room where I will be at.
But I have somewhat put myself off by entering the house without taking off my shoes.
Well, who cares!
Ayumi had given up holding the part of the skirt behind her.
She held the front part of her skirt and pulled off her shoes.
And she stepped into the entrance from the Dosoku area.
Her feet, damp and clad in her stockings, felt the cool of the floor.
She ransacked her skirt and picked up her stiletto heels, by slipping her right forefinger and middle finger into the heels.
Then the hand grabbed her skirt again with the thumb, and Ayumi ran upstairs without stopping, with her skirt and train trailed enormously on the floor behind her!

Notes:
1: The area in the house where one can walk with one's shoes on. (In Japan, it is considered uncouth to not remove one's shoes before entering the house.)

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Chapter 0153 1/2/2003

I am not surprised by the rustling sound.
She did not see the skirt trailing behind her at all, for she stepped without any intentions except to ease the next step.
Though I think they are so long that they will cover all steps and make a mess, well, I do not mind it.
What. . . what a horrible event this is. . . Damn Satori! I will NEVER forgive you!
I just managed to go upstairs!
I had better go to Satori's room, rather than my room.
She let go of the skirt, for she did not have to run now.
Fluff. . . the skirt drifted down onto the floor.
She had the stiletto heels in her right hand, and the bouquet in her left hand.
Well, why do I hold the bouquet like it's valuable? I think I had better throw it away.
I think this whole thing took somewhat less than an hour.
I have already had an ENORMOUS amount of experience. The events that happened after the time I felt something strange in the train car, for instance, the unknown beauty helping me, are flashing back in rapid succession.
She held her stiletto heels under her left arm and turned the knob as hard as she could.
. . . The door opens easily.
She got ready to charge immediately and opened up the door forcefully!
Though she had planned to yell "Satorii!" at the time she stepped into the room, she said nothing.
She felt that she should be stealthy.
Ayumi, clad in the pure white wedding dress, stepped into the room with a rustling sound.
At that instant she saw.
Satori, lying down on the floor and quite at home.
The girl felt someone behind her, and turned around.
". . . !? EEEEeeek!"
The two girl beauties screamed.

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Chapter 0154 2/2/2003

There was Satori in front of her. Certainly Satori.
The sister, her eyes wide open, was standing with her mouth agape.
"Er. . . well. . . ."
Though I had revised and refined my scolding words, this situation keeps me from speaking.
I do not know how much time has been killed.
". . . . . . . . . May. . . . maybe. . . brother?"
She was more astonished than a pigeon in a thunderstorm. Satori was absolutely absent-minded.
"Y, yep!"
"EEEEeeek!"
They shouted again.
This is no joke, what should we do when our mother notices your loud voice! Be quiet! Just when she tried to warn her, it was over with!
"How lovelyy!"
The sister, wearing culottes, pounced on her with a coquettish voice.

(Illustration)
Illustrated by Ohyuki

"Ooohh!"
It was done so quickly that she could not evade the grapple.
She was burying her face in Ayumi's bosom, peeping from under her wedding dress.
"+!&@*!?!?heck!"
The brainstorms of complex emotions that Ayumi had never experienced before, went through her in succession and she could hardly say anything but gibbering nonsense.
"Eek! Awesome! A real briidee!"
She seems so overjoyed that she is going to be enraptured. My anger seems blown away by that rapture.
"Ah, well. . . stop it."
Ayumi, grabbed on her waist, TIGHTLY corsetted and showing its fine shape, tried to break free.
"EekEekEekEek!"
Her sister stroked and patted her entire body.
Rustling! Rustlerustlerustling! The satin sounded.
"Awesome. . . Beautiful. . ."
Satori was standing around.
"A, anyway. . . Turn me back now."
Abruptly, Satori lifted up her face.
"W, what are you. . ."
She seemed dreaming.
"Brother. . . You are made up. . ."
The sudden words surprised Ayumi.
I, it is certainly true. . .
"Brother. . . You are very beautiful. . ."
Her gaze, directly meeting Ayumi's, startled her.

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Chapter 0155 3/2/2003

"A, anyway! Turn me back noow!"
She shouted in desperation.
"?? But. . . brother. . . how would you get such an outfit?"
She said, while taking hold of both of Ayumi's hands, covered with gloves.
"I do not know! I did nothing!"
"Er? Then. . ."
"Yep! I was standing around in a train car and turned into this figure!"
Just a moment.
"Reallyy!"
She shouted so loudly that Ayumi felt the ceilings would be blown away.
"F, for mercy's sake, be quiet! Or our mother will come!"
The bride, somehow holding a bouquet like a valuable, begged with her rouged mouth open.
She was startled and turned around.
My God! The doorway is left open!
At that moment, Satori jumped over the skirt, which covered the entire floor of the roku-jou-ma (1), to the door.
"Ah. . ."
They were on the same wavelength.
The very end of Ayumi's skirt, still in the hallway, though she was in the center of the room, was trolled, just like a dragging seine, into the room by the girl, casually wearing culottes.
The door was banged shut.
"T, than. . . ks. . ."
There was no reason to thank her, but she said so just to respond.
For a thoughtless shift gives her much trouble with handling the skirt, which moves along with the shift, Ayumi said with her body twisted and only her face turned to Satori.
This posing happened to make her attractive, with her waist twisted tightly. . .
Anyhow, the bulk of the skirt was so large that it covered a radius of more than one meter. Even Satori, once apart from Ayumi, had some difficulty approaching, especially from behind.
Though, she lifted up the skirt without quailing and went right to Ayumi.
"W, whoa. . ."
Her manners were just like a servant, holding the train behind a bride, in a wedding reception hall.
"Anyway, go ahead."
Satori said charmingly.
As she was told, Ayumi looked forward into the room, to take another step into the room, at the moment.
"heck!!"
Yes, there was another beautiful bride, clad in a pure white wedding dress.
There was the full-length mirror, before which she was forced, for the last several days, into performing lots of fashion-shows of school uniforms.

Notes:
1: The room of which the entire floor could be covered by just six tatami mats, roughly 1 yard by 2 yards each. It is the size of a typical room in a Japanese private home.

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Chapter 0156 4/2/2003

She was startled twice again.
My upper chest, which has cleavage exposed. My makeup, making me look like a different person. My shoulders, puffed up large ovals. The figure of my waist, tightened like an hourglass. Amazing needlepoints on my pretty clothes. And my lustrous skirt, spread out and spread out even more. . .
Ar- are these. . . are these. . . mine. . . ?
H- how beautiful I am. . .
Even if I do say so myself.
There is no reason to prohibit these feelings. My mind is that of non-otaku-schoolboy.
Beside the image, a (1) face familiar to me popped up.
"How's this?"
Of course it is of Satori, my sister.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"Ah. . . well. . ."
I have to deny it, or it will go to her head.
"A, anyway turn me back."
"Oh? Are you self-conscious? Brother?"
"No, not at all!"
Satori thrust at the veil with her finger, which caused Ayumi's earring to ring.
"Ah. . ."
Ayumi groaned because of the irritation against her sensitive lobe.
She could not help but put her face down.
It made her see the white luster, which covered everything.
It became calm for a bit.
What should I say first? In the entire universe, only Satori can do such things.
When she lifted up her face, Satori was right there, smiling.
"Anyway, well. . ."
Just when she was about to say that.
"Just a moment, okay?"
The pixie cocked her head slightly, without any change in her smile.
"W, what. . ."
"I would like to make sure of. . ."
"So. . . What are you going to make sure of?"
It seems to be strange to others. For there is a bride, doing nothing but standing in a piled-up skirt, in a quite-ordinary girl's room.
"If you show me, I will turn you back."
Finally, she said "turn back".
"Then. . . okay. . ."
". . . w-why am I fidgeting about this! . . .b-but I cannot do anything about it.
"Thanks, brother."
No sooner had she said so than Satori squatted herself.
"What?"

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Chapter 0157 5/2/2003

The next moment the magnificent skirt was lifted up.
"S, Satoriii!?"
She began rustling at under the skirt without compunction!
"W, what are you kidding!"
I cried out. . . though my voice is altered to that of a girl, say. . . in a very girlish tone.
"Do not mind, do not mind."
"Do not mind", ah, you dropped "I"! I was going to say so, but just before that, I felt Satori touching my stocking-clad legs.
"heck!?!"
Complex feelings are flitting through my heart.
M, maybe, damn Satori, is going to play with my female genitalia. . .
The dress I am made to wear is like a full-suit restraint, which trips me if I am not careful, but if it is needed, I have to resist by all means.
The skirt was allowed to. . . drift down.
Now Satori was totally concealed under the skirt!
"H, hhey ya!"
Ayumi gave a wild screech.
N, no more. . . E, embarrassing. . .
Am I an oddball? Well, even if I am male and the beholder is my sister, being stared point-blank at is obviously embarrassing. . . hm I cannot consider it any more.
Satori squeezed between her legs, clad in coarse stockings.
"Waaaaa! W, what are you kiggind!"
Ayumi was unable to articulate properly.
Then, Satori popped up, crawling out from under the secret hut.
"Yahoo! Sorry-sorry. I always wanted one chance to get to hide under a wedding dress."
"W, why do you!"
It is the only words I could say. What the hell do you want.
"Ah, anyway I found"
"Found what?"
"Something blue."
"What?"
"Do not you know? Something blue."
"I do not know."
"One of the four good-luck tokens for the bride. Something blue should be put on at 'hidden spaces'."
"What are you saying?"
"That, your garter was blue."
Y, you are such a. . .
Just then, Satori squatted herself behind Ayumi, where Satori had been lying when Ayumi stepped in the room.
"Here, here it is."
"Aah!"
The bride cried out.
The bride-to-be magazine Satori picked up had the dress, which was just in the mirror. . . or of which Ayumi was wearing, on the page shown.

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Chapter 0158 6/2/2003

T, this is. . .
Ayumi mostly understood the trouble.
"Hey ya, Satori. . ."
Ayumi, bothered by her female voice, said so.
"Seems so."
Satori stuck out the tip of her tongue as she chuckle.
The cause was this. Both of them understood without saying anything.
It was the fact that the "transgender and crossdress another" abilities, which the siblings were granted, were almost. . . no, completely independent of the distance between them!
And their abilities sometimes activated without a strong desire to transform the other. . .
"Well, tell me, tell me!"
". . . Tell you what?"
"You were morphed in a train car, right?"
She smoothed Ayumi's skirt down.
". . ."
"How did you figure out the way home?"
Damn you. . . what trouble I had because of it. . .
". . . Okay, I will tell you, but you should turn me back first."
"NOPE!!"
"N, nope. . . !?"
"Because this is a rare occasion! Now you are lucky to be such a beautiful bride. . ."
"This means, maybe, you were going to. . ."
"Yeah."
The sister smiled and nodded. She was kawaii.
"I had planned to ask you about this in some day."
It would be natural. For she bought the magazine to do research.
"Then you were considering things like that."
"Uh-huh."
"Ah well. . . of course, do not do something like this again! You see, a boy suddenly transformed in a train car! The entire station was in a panic!"
"Wow! Fantastic!"
Well, this is not something that should please you. . .
"You see. . I would have very much trouble if it happened in my classroom."
It was more than a nightmare. The panic was not too serious because nobody in the train car knew me, but if the transformation began in my classroom, where many of my friends and acquaintances were. . .
"Then I will humbly ask this of you."
Satori's "attitude of coaxing" is activated.
I have been dealing with this attitude for 17 years. . . but I am still weak against it. . .
"Turn me a bridegroom!"

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Chapter 0159 7/2/2003

Ayumi could not believe her ears.
". . . ? What?"
"I say again! Turn me into a bridegroom!"
Ayumi was confused.
"W, why. . ."
"Because. . . it is odd that a bride would pair with a girl."
Well, first of all, it is fundamentally wrong. . .
". . . Are you maybe going to play wedding?"
"Right!"
"NOPE!"
Ayumi rejected the idea.
"Why not! It is the perfect chance. . ."
What about "perfect chance"! No kidding!
"I do not want to play a bride! You also do not like to play a male!"
"Not at all."
Satori said, quite unconcerned.
"Anyway turn me back! Please!"
Ayumi, saying so, grabbed the skirt. It came to begging.
"Oh, really, so you are okay with becoming a bride in your classroom. . ."
"D, damn-you. . ."
"Anyway, you cannot be turned back today."
"Mmm. . . t-then I turn you into a boy!"
We are the only two in the world who would quarrel like this.
"I do not mind at all!"
Certainly YOU do not mind.
"I am telling you! You will say yes! You will not use it up!"
. . . When I stepped into the room, I was thinking how to thoroughly scald Satori but. . . I think, indeed, it has come to be just another quarrel like usual. . .
At the moment, her breasts, compressed by her body shaper, were tightened to the utmost. At the same time, the cleavage of the dress had widened a bit more.
". . . Wha!"
She said instinctively.
The charming native bride's face flushed.
"What would you like to be?"
"I, I see! Okay!"
"Eek! I would love to! Thanks, brother!"
The sister hugged Ayumi again.

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Chapter 0160 8/2/2003

Things now became somewhat complicated.
"Then. . . Do you have some examples?"
"Well, just a moment."
Satori leafed through the bridal magazine.
"Okay! This one!"
There was a man in black. . . in the very corner of the page shown. This is the usual thing for grooms in bridal magazines.
Ayumi could not appreciate whether this "wedding tuxedo" was fashionable. She was going to make her sister wear it just because it was said to her to do so.
"Okay. . ."
Satori, whose heart was beating fast, closed her eyes.
The next moment, her culottes burst out, enlarging and covering her comely legs.
Then a belt appeared around her waist, and the culottes became rustic and loose.
"Wow wow."
Satori was jestingly enjoying this.
The simple and plain shirt became a white shirt with a black jacket.
While Satori's ability transgenders Ayumi before transforming her outfit, Ayumi's ability transforms Satori's outfit before transgendering her.
They could not understand why, but it appeared to be a basic rule. Perhaps it was a deity's favor.
The back side of the jacket extended to the backs of her knees.
Meanwhile the front side stayed at her belly. So it became a tailcoat.
Of which the lapel was black, tall on the neck, and stiff. And there popped out a black bow-tie on her neck.
She became completely a bridegroom.
Except that her body was still that of a growing schoolgirl.
"Wow. That is fascinating, and stylish."
The sleeves of the jacket were so long that Satori's hands were hidden, except her fingertips. Her buxom breasts, which bridegrooms would never have, and the very loose outfit made Satori look very kawaii.
"Then. . . next."
The bride said so.

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Chapter 0161 9/2/2003

". . . hm. . ."
The tops of her breasts, lovely and buxom, did not shrink while her entire chest expanded.
"Ah. . ."
Her chest, and her whole build, became stocky and heavy.
Every time Ayumi manifested the ability she felt really uncertain. How does Satori feel about it?
Unlike the situation with Ayumi, when Satori was reluctant, Ayumi never transformed her. Thus, these transformations were always by Satori's desire.
Would girls like to turn into boys? In case of Satori, she is only 16. I cannot think of her being a slut. It may sound somewhat strange, but male genitalia in the crotch are not always comfortable, even if one is a man acclimated to his genitalia.
Since I am not imaginative, I always, when transgendering Satori, turn her into a pretty feminine "boy beauty", with most of the features of Satori as a girl, and I guess it is one of the reasons she does not hesitate when she is to be transformed into a boy.
Just after the transformation of the upper half finished, her lower half began to change.
Her larger buttocks, compared to the rest of her body, became firm and straight, and her legs became thin and long. The moment when her male genitalia grew. . . would be same as the "turnback" sensation I feel every time. That's just my guess, though.
"Ah. . . Ah. . . Yes. . . Come it. . . Ah!"
Now her entire body had become completely transgendered.
The loose tuxido now fit him properly. He had become a little taller, and was thus taller than the bride.
And. . . his face had become just a bit rustic, with his short hair trimmed even shorter.
". . . Huh."
The voice had already become masculine.
"Wow! Alright, alright! Thanks for all this! Brother!"
It would be a bit revolting if a high schoolboy said it like that, but this handsome young man with rosy cheeks said it without any unpleasantness.
There was a handsome young-man, clad in a tuxido.
"Hey! Look at that!"
She was startled.
In the mirror, there was a perfect bridegroom and bride.

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Chapter 0162 10/2/2003

"Ah. . ."
For many times Ayumi was made to wear cute school uniforms, but the "wedding dress" gave her a special impression.
My veil, covering most of my upper body. My upper chest, which is quite exposed. The look of the nape of my neck, appeared from my hair, now put up. . .
Not only the jewelry, such as the earrings and the necklace, but also the mature, natural-looking makeup makes me appear bewitching.
This is. . . me. . .
And furthermore, there is a "bridegroom" next to me.
This was the finishing stroke of the "picture".
She was being overcome by emotions, feeling like a part of the picture.
And what is more. . . as a bride. . .
She kept glancing at the "bridegroom" in the mirror.
The "bridegroom" noticed the glance and smiled in response.
. . . The bride became very flushed and put her face down.
. . . heck, why am I so embarrassed! He is my sister. . .
However she thought so, she was completely confused since everything was completely reversed.
To say double-reversed or to say 360-degree-rolled. . . well, 360-degree-pitched means straight? or something like that, something I consider to be confusing.
Satori nudged Ayumi with his elbow.
". . . What is up?"
Though the words were a bit rude, the two looked like a matched couple.
"This is enough, right?"
"Not yet. Or you should hold my arm."
". . . Er?"
"Hold my arm. A bride should hold a bridegroom's arm."
Well, I have the feeling that this is true. . .
Ayumi had seen that certainly the bride held the bridegroom's arm, I think. . .
"But I am. . ."
This hesitation was the very thing that makes her so very kawaii!
"Broth-er?"
". . . I see."
She slipped her arms, clad in smooth gloves, around the left arm of Satori, "the bridegroom".
Now I am a size shorter than Satori. . . , and somehow I feel like I cannot expect much of myself.
"Okay, put your face up."
When his words caused her to put her face up, she saw a matched couple arm-in-arm, like in a brochure for a wedding-hall.

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Chapter 0163 11/2/2003

"Ha-ha, this would make me happy--you too, right?"
". . ."
I think only you would be pleased.
But Ayumi was somewhat excited. Through my smooth gloves, I feel the warmth of his arm vividly. . .
"This is enough, okay?"
She checked again. I'm not hesitating to try to please you, so you should care about the stress I am suffering.
"Then, finally-"
"Finally what?"
"Let me hold you up 'like a princess'."
"Whoa!?"
Ayumi gave an odd cry.
"Like a princess" means, maybe. . . Am I "being carried across the threshold in his arms"?
"It would be the chance of a lifetime."
To be sure, when someone is "carried across a threshold in another's arms", it is "more appropriate" that the person being carried is a woman clad in a princess's outfit (1). Hence the wedding dress and the tuxedo.
Ayumi, clad in a wedding dress, was still hesitating. She was kawaii.
"This is the last! The last one!"
". . ."
"Okay, then you may choose either one!"
"Either one. . . ?"
"Which do you prefer, 'matrinominal vows' or 'being held up as if you are a princess'?"
It is not a choice!
"Okay. . . then. . . held up. . . please. . ."
The last word came out in a fainting whisper.
"Thanks! Brother!"
He said so and hugged her.
". . . !?&#@%!?"
At last I was hugged by a man in, when clad in a wedding dress. . .
"Then let's do this!"
As soon as Satori said that, he crouched and reached across Ayumi's back.
"Ah. . ."
Through the thin layer of the dress, I can feel the warmth of his bare hand on my back. . .

Notes:
1: This is essentially the "carrying the bride across the threshold" tradition. Due to the popularity of movies such as "Snow White" in Japan, it is thought of as a "carrying the princess across the threshold" tradition there.

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Chapter 0164 12/2/2003

Satori was feeling the hem of Ayumi's dress at her feet.
Well, I know he is Satori but now he is a good young man clad in a tuxedo. Appearently he is far from my sister.
Looking closely at his manly appearance, I am confused a little.
"It is hard to hold."
"I guess so."
Certainly it would be hard to hold. It is this bulk of skirt.
The warmth of Satori's hand felt on my back drove me good, well, bad or. . .
"Ho."
"Oh. . ."
Satori reached Ayumi's side from her back and levered her down.
So that her upper body was made to lean on his chest, from her back.
"Sa. . . tori. . ."
"I am going to lift you up, so you should lean on me. Okay?"
Snap! The handsome boy winked.
The sweet emotion hard to describe arose in Ayumi's heart.
This. . . this is the pleasure of the leaning. . . is it?
This is a mere hold-up and lift-up, but I was reluctant about it.
But. . . as Satori said, it is a chance of a lifetime, so I may decide to enjoy the pleasure of leaning on him. . . ?
Satori had been feeling the gist of the lift-up, and finally he found it.
"Ho!"
"Waaa!"
The entire body of Ayumi was tilted.
"Brother, more relax. I cannot lift you up."
. . . I do not mind any more. Let it be.
Ayumi loosened up, literally to fall down, and geve herself to her sister.
Her legs, wrapped in the rough stockings, were pressed against the smooth material of the underskirt.
Her view was greatly upturned, from the front to the ceiling.
"Heave-ho."

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Chapter 0165 13/2/2003

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Chapter 0166 14/2/2003

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Chapter 0167 15/2/2003

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Chapter 0168 16/2/2003

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Chapter 0169 17/2/2003

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Chapter 0170 18/2/2003

"Ah. . . Oh. . ."
Though he did not actually say that, it was on the tip of his tongue.
There was a little stir in the whole classroom.
The girl entering was a beauty with lustrous black hair, dark as ebony, just like that of TV talents in shampoo commercials.
Ayumi did not care about that, though.
He had a flashback, which was about the events which occurred in the train car, where he had been some time ago.
* * *
A woman was there who Ayumi had not met before.
She gathered Ayumi's skirt spread over the floor.
"W, well. . ."
The girl finished taking it up and held it out to Ayumi.
"Here you are."
* * *
S- she is. . .
* * *
She was an elegant beauty with long hair.
Ayumi thought that she was a younger woman who was Ayumi's age. Ayumi had at first thought that she was an adult woman, for she was not wearing a school uniform.
". . . Did you lose at a game?"
Ayumi was surprised, for she was asked casually.
* * *
I saw her then. . . the girl dressed in plain clothing. . . well, is she as old as me, since she is transferring to this class?
No, she was not an "unknown girl".
Just a moment later, her name came to Ayumi's mind, and her good-looking face also.
She is Kyouko-chan, who lived in my neighborhood when I was little.

"Hello. I am Kyouko Nagasawa, and I just transferred in."

She seemed to say many other things, but Ayumi did not listen to most of them.

(Illustration)
Illustrated by Ohyuki

She seems to notice me while she is speaking. She looked at me and smiled.

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Chapter 0171 19/2/2003

By the time Ayumi noticed, Kyouko was already seated next to him.
Oh, how serendipitous it was, the seat next to Ayumi was vacant.
"Ayumi-chan! Ayumi-chan!"
Kyouko nudged him, without the least bit of compunction, with her finger.
"Ah, well. . . Long time. . . no see. . ."
Somehow, Ayumi was disconcerted.

(Illustration)
(The translations of words in the picture: right to left)

Today's day duties are on: [FNORD] (cannot read the name).

and Hasegawa.

Kyouko Nagasawa

Illustrated by Ohyuki

Her face is so distinct from how she formerly looked that I did not realize it was her at all.
That's because she moved out before I started elementary school. Her vague appearance and her name are the only things I remember.
She became. . .
Women are transitive in nature. It is not appropriate for 17-year-old boy to say those words. But somehow I feel embarrassed by staring at her.
The other day I thought she was in her mid-twenties since she was not wearing the school uniform.
She is, with proper preparation, now in the school uniform just the same as Satori and all the other schoolgirls.
Her COOLNESS, just like that of mature women, was an odd match to her pretty uniform, but the mismatch makes her look more attractive.
"Didn't Sacching tell you? I telephoned her yesterday, okay?"
"What!?"
At this time Ayumi could not help staring at her.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I talked with her for a long time."
She certainly had a long talk on the phone but. . .
"Why isn't she. . ."
put me on the phone. . . I am about to say so.
"I heard you were too depressed to get out of bed or something similar."
What did the fool. . . Anger welled up in my heart.

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Chapter 0172 20/2/2003

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Chapter 0173 21/2/2003

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Chapter 0174 22/2/2003

"Huh? What did you say!?"
That word made girls go mad with excitement.
"Yeah, I don't know why but when I'd ridden in a train the other day, it'd been very noisy and, crowdy so I went there and found a bride."
Ayumi felt like his heart was grabbed and crushed.
I, it might. . . no, never. They would never figure that out.
Though I, when being transgendered by Satori, might resemble how I look as a boy in the face, but nobody would have thought out that an ordinary schoolboy was morphed, in a train car, into a woman clad in a wedding dress.
"Whoa!"
"I cannot believe it!"
They are full of such turbulent reactions. It is quite natural.
"Really? A real one?"
I do not why but Mr. Kakizaki is also in the turbulence.
"Yeah. I touched it and it felt like a real dress."
It was more than "touched", I say.
. . . Well. Does this mean Kyouko-chan paid the 10,000 yen?
"What the hell is this? A cosplay-party!?"
"I do not know. She said she'd lost a game or something."
Did I say such a thing? . . . I did not say those exact words but I might have been asked the question and I might have said yes to express it ambiguously. . .
Just then, Ayumi heard a familiar voice.
"Kyouko-chan!"
"THE AXIS OF EVIL" comes.
"Sacching!"
Yes, it is my sister "Sacching" or Satori.
As a friend of various girls in Ayumi's class, since she often came the classroom, Satori pounced and hugged Kyouko and they grew much lively.
. . . The mess spoken about above lasted till the recess concluded.

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Chapter 0175 23/2/2003

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Chapter 0176 24/2/2003

Meanwhile, the brother and the sister were in the Karaoke Box (1).

Notes:
1: A common type of karaoke establishment commonly found in Japan. It consists of multiple rooms containing karaoke equipment, usually rented out for time periods.

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Chapter 0177 25/2/2003

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Chapter 0178 26/2/2003

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Chapter 0179 27/2/2003

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Chapter 0180 28/2/2003

She was clad in a school uniform, for they came directly from the school.
The uniform so worn was being stained red.
"Satori."
"Huh?"
Satori was smiling.
"What is this?"
I might have been able to experience or do something else, since I can now talk while my outfit is being transformed.
"Aahaa, just wait a bit and you will see."
Looking carefully, the outfit was not red but a somewhat pinkish red.
". . ."
Ayumi could not help but stare calmly.
In a very short while, the soft pinkish color sprouted white fringes here and there.
"Ah. . ."
The fringes wound about the entire outfit, the lower half of which was inflating. At the same time, her legs touched each other, as the cloth was slipping out from between Ayumi's legs.
S-shiv-ver! It sent a chill through her back.
The feeling of the transformation of an outfit into a skirt is really telling on me as a "non-otaku young MAN", who had never even considered crossdressing until recently.
Fizzle. . . the clothes were done besides women's undergarments and there remains a feeling of a skirt, felt as usual.
But, unlike most of the uniforms, that he was forced to wear every night, this skirt was rather a bit on the large side.
The fashion of the upper half, which was nothing but girlish, extended to the skirt half, of which the front was split open, and pure white cloth, easily confused with undergarments, was peeking out.
"Okay! It's done! Stand up."
Ayumi stood up and held still, for she was going to do so anyway. Her bare legs were wrapped only by the air which flowed into her skirt.
As she stood up, her skirt magnificently inflated into an oval, and her dainty legs, from the shin down, were showing.
It was not till then that Ayumi remembered.
This is a clothing whose brand name was called "PINK HOUSE" (1).

Notes:
1: One of the brand name held by Gedix Co., Ltd.

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Chapter 0181 to Chapter 0200

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