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    I promised not to ask Dohamin any more about the school trip.

    He’s not a batter announcing a home run, and since the spoiler about his confession during the school trip was already revealed, knowing more about his plans or sharing my opinions wouldn’t lead to good results for either of us.

    It would be better for me to face his prepared event with a blank slate, which would help me hold back my laughter and act like a proper heroine.

    “Hmm, it suits you well. Try this one too. I recommend this pink apron. Since it’s still a skirt, why don’t you take off the skirt you’re wearing now and put this on instead?”

    “I-I’m not going to take it off!”

    “Tch, fine. Then try this instead. It’s a kindergartener costume in youth size, and I even wrote a name tag for it. It says ‘Dodo.'”

    “Stop bringing weird clothes and making strange requests! And you promised to pretend you didn’t know until the school trip, so why do you keep coming into the fitting room?”

    “What else can I do? The staff said to wait a bit while she finds a pretty bra in my size. They don’t have it on display, so she needs to check the storage area.”

    Of course, my promise to pretend not to know only applied to Dohamin’s confession plans for the school trip.

    Once I learned about the Miss Bulsago Dohamin content planned by the Chicken Coop Cat Club and the Virgin-No-More Club, there was no way I could ignore it.

    “I don’t mind. I can help dress up Dohamin too.”

    “W-we don’t care! Choose whatever suits Doyoung’s taste.”

    “Just don’t make him dress like that after he confesses.”

    “I know! By then, it won’t be me but future Miss Ban Doyoung who’ll take care of it!”

    “…Huh?”

    Sahyang and Hyerang, who already knew what was going on, gladly allowed me to participate in this content.

    Well, there’s no way they could stop the great Ban Doyoung once I set my mind to it.

    “Hmm, they all look pretty good, but the first outfit still looks best.”

    The store had clothes popular among female students as well as outfits suitable for various events, so it was fun selecting different items. Still, the outfit Dohamin first wore appealed to me the most.

    Dohamin with his wig neatly arranged, wearing a flowy, girlish outfit that exuded spring maiden vibes.

    With the pretty wig and light makeup touches from two high school girls skilled in cosmetics, Dohamin in drag had quite an impressive visual appeal.

    I clearly remember thinking his face wasn’t particularly outstanding when we first met.

    It’s not that his face didn’t suit a male appearance; I think I would have made a similar assessment regardless of gender.

    I wonder if it’s simply because his current style matches my preferences,

    or if the handsomeness that was hidden inside him has truly begun to emerge in this short time.

    Unfortunately, as the main heroine who’s also had her male-era preferences targeted, I couldn’t make an objective assessment with my current eyes.

    “Yes, this is the prettiest. Are you wearing women’s underwear too?”

    “…Y-yes. For now.”

    Dohamin nodded shyly.

    I caught a glimpse of a pink bra with lace peeking out over his slightly lowered shoulder.

    His shoulder size couldn’t have been too small, so the bra must have slipped down due to looseness in the chest area.

    “Hey, your bra is slipping. Let me help you. I’m your senior when it comes to bras, after all.”

    “W-wait…! I’ll put it on properly myself, so don’t come in!”

    “Tch, that’s too bad.”

    “It’s not!”

    -Click!

    Dohamin went into the fitting room alone and locked the door.

    “T-this is strange… it worked fine when Sahyang helped me earlier…”

    “…”

    “H-how do all girls manage to wear these things…?”

    The room wasn’t completely soundproof, so by putting my ear close to the door,

    I could hear Dohamin’s complaints as he struggled with the bra inside.

    “I’m looking in the mirror while doing this, but why is it so… Mom can unfasten and fasten hers even with her eyes closed in the morning…”

    “Need some help…?”

    “N-no! I’m fine! I can do it my… Ouch! M-my skin got pinched…!”

    About three minutes passed like that.

    With red marks all over his back,

    Dohamin opened the fitting room door with a white dress half-covering his face.

    “…You’re not going to mess around, right?”

    “Of course not, miss. I’ll fasten it safely for you.”

    “…Then I’ll trust you.”

    “Absolutely! I’m perfectly safe right now since it’s the beginning of the month.”

    “Damn it… forget it. I’ll ask Sahyang instead.”

    “Ah, okay! I won’t joke around verbally either! It’s my mouth that’s the problem!”

    Eventually, after promising not to play any pranks with either my hands or my mouth,

    Dohamin let me into the fitting room to help him, acknowledging my two-month seniority in wearing bras.

    .

    .

    .

    “By the way, whose idea was the wig?”

    “Oh, Hyerang recommended it. She said bright-colored hair goes well with bright clothes, and since I can’t suddenly grow my hair, she suggested trying this on…”

    “Ohoho. Chicken Coop Member #2, huh? I should compliment her later for coming up with something so excellent.”

    While fixing Dohamin’s bra in the fitting room,

    I asked about the origin of his coordination.

    Surprisingly, this light pinkish beige wig was Hyerang’s recommendation.

    I had thought it was definitely Choi Sahyang’s work since it was a color she would like.

    “This color is pretty. How about dyeing your hair this color after graduation? I think it would suit you well.”

    “…”

    “Ah, in case you misunderstand, I’m not teasing you. I genuinely think it’s pretty. So don’t kick me out, okay?”

    “…I know that much.”

    “Phew…”

    Dohamin relaxed his clenched fist,

    and only after seeing the veins in his wrist disappear did I breathe a sigh of relief.

    Wanting to keep Dohamin’s current appearance in my eyes for as long as possible,

    I was careful not to upset him.

    Now that Dohamin knew he could easily overpower me physically,

    I had no way to stop him if he used his strength in earnest.

    “It’s a bit… frustrating. I wanted to hear… that I look cool before being called pretty.”

    “…”

    “To hear ‘pretty’ right after being called ugly… how will I ever be able to speak properly during the school trip?”

    Dohamin’s shoulders drooped.

    The bra was securely fastened and wouldn’t slip down, but this time the pink cardigan that Sahyang had picked out slid down from his shoulders and caught on his forearms.

    “The words you want to hear most should be saved for the most important moment. There’s no meaning in hearing them now.”

    I lifted Dohamin’s strawberry-colored face, hidden under the messy wig, toward the mirror in front of the fitting room.

    “It’s okay to look pretty now, but on that day, come looking your coolest. As a Dohamin who can captivate even the great Ban Doyoung.”

    “…”

    “I’ll be preparing accordingly too, okay?”

    “…Don’t laugh if I look weird.”

    “Heheh, then I should laugh a lot now.”

    I put the cardigan sleeve that had fallen below his shoulder back onto Dohamin’s shoulder as I spoke.

    “Hey. Have you decided on a name to use for the contest?”

    “N-no… I haven’t decided yet…”

    From what Sahyang and Hyerang told me, using a male name as is could break the atmosphere,

    so contestants usually use separate feminine stage names. If possible, I wanted to be the one to name Dohamin.

    “Dohamin… Dohami… How about Dohami? It’s easy to remember since it’s close to your original name.”

    “D-Dohami…?”

    “What, don’t you like the name?”

    “N-no… it’s not that I don’t like it…”

    “Right? Just removing one consonant makes your name sound really pretty.”

    “Mmm… I think that name is pretty too. But—”

    “Now, our Dohami-chan, let’s look in the mirror and smile? Smile!”

    “S-smile…!”

    -Click

    In that fleeting moment when Dohamin faintly opened his eyes and smiled,

    I immediately took out my camera and pressed the shutter.

    “W-what! You said you wouldn’t play pranks…!”

    “It’s not a prank. I sincerely wanted to take a picture with Dohami-chan.”

    “N-no! Delete that quickly! What kind of mischief are you planning with that…!”

    “It’s okay, I already have plenty of photos that would be more embarrassing to show than this one! Want to see my gallery?”

    “D-don’t show me, just delete it!”

    -Click

    If you want to keep a scene in your eyes for a long time, I recommend not promising not to play pranks,

    but quickly taking out your camera and capturing it in your gallery.

    I guarantee it’s much easier than keeping promises

    and the results are more certain.

    “S-student! I found the G-cup size of our store’s most popular bra design…! That you asked for!”

    While I was having this little dispute with Dohamin,

    or rather, Dohami, in the store,

    I received the new bra I had prepared for Miss Ban Doyoung for Dohamin.

    It was a fresh-looking bra with vibrant green lace that had a melon-like mint hue.

    For the sake of Dohamin’s anticipation,

    I received the item retrieved from storage under the staff’s guidance in a different fitting room from where Dohamin was.

    Knowing what color it was before opening it would spoil the surprise.

    “It’s definitely a bit pricey, being a brand product.”

    “Even though it’s the beginning of the month, buying this might cut Doyoung’s allowance in half…”

    “True, but let me try it on first, and if it fits, I’ll buy it.”

    “Are you really going to buy it? You’ll need to buy other clothes for the school trip too. Aren’t you investing too much in something that won’t be seen?”

    “It’s fine, I still have money sources at home. I can get some by taking photos of Teacher Miso during the school trip.”

    “Hmm…?”

    Following the staff’s guidance, I tried on the recommended bra in a different fitting room, away from Dohamin.

    “…H-how is it?”

    “…It’s too tight.”

    The bra from the most popular brand in a store highly favored by female students.

    The first wearing experience was terrible.

    “What is this? It’s way too tight!”

    “Eh? T-that can’t be! I definitely brought a G-cup size! Did you put it on wrong?”

    “I’m not a man participating in a drag contest—I wouldn’t put on a bra incorrectly with this size…! The design seems pretty, but don’t you have anything bigger?”

    “W-we don’t have larger sizes in this same design…”

    “Why not? You said you accommodate up to G-cup…! Are you deceiving me? All my bras at home have shrunk after washing, so I’ve been wearing my mom’s beige ajumma bras from her drawer!”

    “Um, then perhaps you’re not actually a G-cup…”

    “…Huh?”

    Just like Dohamin who was starting to grow rapidly,

    Miss Ban Doyoung was also in her growth phase.


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