Warning: Genderbend AU, crossdressing and BL ahead
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"Why do I have to go through this?"
The young boy with short pink hair stared in horror at the school uniform on his bed. That boy in question was 15 years old and just graduated from middle school. His family was rather laid-back but they suggested him to addent St Michael high school for boys for an unknown reason.
What really shocked the young Nanami Oda was the fact that this uniform in question was pink, had lot of ribbons and frills and most of all, the bottom was a skirt and not pants. "Is this some kind of joke? Sure, I was very lucky during the entrance exams and managed to pass but did they send the wrong uniform?"
"Oda, are you done trying the clothes?" The voice of a woman from behind the door called out.
"Mom, I think they sent the wrong uniform. No matter how you look at this, this is a girl's uniform."
The door was open and a woman in her early 40s walked inside the room. She had a good look at the uniform in question and chucked. "Silly Oda. This is indeed the correct outfit. Didn't you know that St Michael had the tradition where young boys have to wear girl's clothes in order to achieve a higher level of refinement and manliness. "You can only be a real man once you experience being a girl", as they said."
"But this is just too much."
The woman paused at that complaint as she placed a finger on her chin, keeping her eyes closed. "Does that mean you will not be attending school?"
"I never said that. It's just..." the young boy paused, "something this cute will never look good on me..."
There was a brief moment of silence until the mother chucked. "So that was your concern?"
"Not that only." Oda complained, panicking inside. "But I am a boy and I never crossdressed in my life. Now, you want me to wear girl's clothes for my next 3 years of school?"
"Hmmm..." The woman thought about it. "As your mother, I can guarantee that you will look good in these so have confidence. As for your other complaint, do not worry as your uncle also went there and look how manly he is."
The pinkette boy's face turned into horror after hearing that. "By uncle, you don't mean uncle Suminoe, right?" The image of a beautiful "woman" flashed in his mind as the boy remembered that his mother's younger brother was a wholesome crossdresser who never wore men's clothes despite being a man in his late 20s.
"Indeed." Mrs. Nanami answered with a nod. "He used to be so shy and had no confident in himself in middle school but after graduating high school, he became a very reliable and manly person."
"Wait a minute. Are we talking about the same person?" The boy commented back. "Uncle is still a shy person who only wear women's clothes. There is nothing manly about that."
"Son," came a more husky voice and the two individuals in the room turned to the door to see a man in his 40s. "Being a man is not only for showing. No matter what look you have, you can only be a real man if you have the spirit and the heart to go with it."
"But dad."
"Suminoe is my brother in law and I respect him a lot. I know he might not look much but he is definitely the manliest man I have ever seen. If you cannot understand that, you still have a very long way to go, Oda."
The boy gulped loudly at that comment as sweat formed on his forehead. "You are serious, dad..."
The man nodded as he turned around and left one last comment before leaving. "If you want to know the answer, wear that uniform and attend your new school. Live your life to the fullest and enjoy your youth. I am sure you will understand these words soon."
Oda nodded as he had a last look at the door and then turned to the uniform. "Mom... I will do it." he said, resolved to see through this.
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"I am such an idiot!" Oda loudly complained as he was trying to fix his uniform at the rear garden of his new school. Already a week has passed since he first tried this outfit and he still found it very embarassing. "Why did I accept to attend this school?"
For the past week, he met lot of cute classmates and would sometimes forget that this is an all-boy school. Everyone put lot of effort in their makeup, skin care and manners to pass as girls while on the school ground and Oda is questioning day by day what real manliness truly is.
For his part, the boy only needed a wig to pass as a perfect boy - which frustrated him to no end as his body was underdevelopped and he did not have any manly feature. "This is so frustrating. Also, why are these ribbons so hard to fix."
The boy struggled to fix the ribbon on the back of the uniform's skirt. As he was about to curse, a voice came from behind the bushes though. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"
A young blonde "girl" came out, crawling with a bag in their hand. Oda wanted to comment on many things but went against it.
"Oh my... It looks like your ribbon is all over the place." upon closer look, Oda noted that this individual had long beautiful blonde hair, was rather tall and had a very pretty face. For a moment, he forgot that this is an all-boy school. "Come closer so I could help." the seemingly older student said with a gentle voice and Oda obeyed, allowing his senior to fix his uniform.
It only took a few minutes, but felt like an etrernity for the pinkette. Once it was down, the young boy's cheeks were a light shade of pink. "Thank you very much for your help, er-"
"Nanami Matsubara. That's my name~"
"Thank you for your help, Nanami-senpai?"
"Ehe~ so cute." The older boy commented before leaning closer and gave a little peek on Oda's right cheek. "You're an interesting one. Anyway, I still have some task to do so see you around~"
"Eh...?" The young pinkette was baffled and unable to think straight as his senior walked away. It took him a while to recover and hypervantilated. "W-w-w-what was that just now? D-d-d-d-did she... no he, just kiss me on the cheeks? And why did I like it? Am I gay or something? Why? What? Who? When? Whose...?"
As the young boy continued to mentally scream, the chime signaling the end of lunch break rang and he ended up late to his next class.
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In the dimly-lit room, a young boy with silky blonde hair cut just above his shoulder was lying on the bed while holding a body pillow. On said pillow was printed a young "girl" wearing St Michael's school uniform. "I went ahead and kissed him..." The boy's face was slightly pink. "Oh Nanami-chan, why are you so cute? I even forgot that you were supposed to be a boy." he rolled over and faced the several posters with the younger boy's picture - of course all of them showed him crossdressing. "No, Nanami-chan's gender doesn't matter. What matter is on the inside. I tried not looking too suspicious today while stalk- I mean observing but went a little too ahead."
"Matsubara, it's time for dinner." a voice from outside the room called out and the boy sighed before deciding to leave the room and go downstairs. There, he met a person wearing a women's business suit and had long shiny brunette hair. "Today, I made some omelette rice. I hope you will like it."
"Thank you, Takako-sensei." the two of them sat down and had dinner. As they were halfway through it, the younger boy grinned. "You were right about Nanami-chan, sensei. 'She' is not only cute on the outside but also on the inside. I can't wait to make 'her' my wife."
"Woahh. Calm down, Matsubara. You have to first establish a balanced relationship." the older man sighed. "Also, please don't call my beloved nephew a 'she' as he identifies as a boy."
"Hehe. I was just kiddin'. Gender matter not when it comes to love."
"Sometimes, I worry about you..." Sumire sighed as the two of them continued to eat while exchanging few words. The young blonde was the son of one of his friends. Said friends were abroad for the time being and he decided to take care of Matsubara in the meantime.
During that, the boy somehow managed to see a picture of Oda crossdressing when he was younger and fell in love at first sign, ending up bothering Sumire everyday so he could hear more about Oda.
"I am happy that you are interested in other people but make sure to not end up as a creepy stalker."
"Okiii~"
'I can't help but to worry...' Sumire could only quietly sigh, hoping nothing bad will happen to his two protegee.
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A/N: This was a bit short and different from what I usually write so I apologise for anyone disappointed. I just noticed that I have been writing fanfictions for more than 6 years now (even though there was a period of 1 year when I didn't write anything). I was to experience several things and want to polish my writing skills once again so I might post some low quality stories until I recover my skills from few years ago.
See you around~