After Gender Swapping, I Became the Daughter of a Yandere Mother with Animal Ears—With the Help of My Yandere Mom and Powerful Sister, I'll Live as a Fox Girl - Chapter 4: Becoming a Onee-chan

Mother, with tears in her eyes, looked at me.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize.”

Saying that, she hugged me gently.

It was warm… Could the warmth of another person be this comforting? It might have been the first time I didn’t want to part from anyone…

“It’s okay. We can make new memories from now on…”

“Eh?”

“Even if you’ve lost your previous memories and experiences, you are still my child and an important part of this family. So, we should make new memories. Memories with us…”

“Mom…”

I couldn’t help but cry. I was happy to be accepted. And at the same time, I felt guilty for taking over the body of a girl I didn’t know and calling her mother ‘Mom’…

“I’m so sorry… Really, I’m sorry…”

I apologized again and again. I had done something that couldn’t be fully apologized for…

“Stop apologizing… I don’t mind, and… it’s not your fault…”

Even though she said that, all I could say was, “I’m really sorry…” After crying for a while, when I had finally calmed down, the girl spoke to me.

“Hey… Onee-chan…”

“What…?”

When I looked up, she was gazing at me with a serious look. And then…

“I’m sorry.”

She said.

“For talking about cleansing and all…”

“No, no… It’s okay.”

“But… I still can’t accept it. The new you as Onee-chan.”

Naturally. If the sister I lived with until yesterday was acting strangely and now had no memory of me…

“…What should I do?”

I asked. After thinking for a while, she spoke in a small but firm voice.

“I want you… to become Onee-chan.”

“…Eh?”

For a moment, I didn’t understand what she meant. But her following words made it clear.

“If all the memories with the old Onee-chan are gone, I can’t accept that right now. But I love my Onee-chan, and I can’t hate you, who looks just like her. I want to think of you as Onee-chan. But it’s not enough for me alone to think that way. Onee-chan needs to think of me as her sister, too. So, Onee-chan, I want you to firmly see me as your sister. I want you to be the Onee-chan of a sibling relationship.”

“…”

I couldn’t immediately respond. It’s clear that becoming the sister of an unknown girl with fox ears isn’t easy for a thirty-year-old man.

But I thought giving up wasn’t an option either. She was longing for the presence of her sister. What happened to the original soul, I don’t know. But right now, I’m the only one who can be her sister.

I have my male pride, and I never wanted to be in this situation. But still…

“I’ll try… I’ll do my best to become Onee-chan… myself!”

Leaving it as it is would just feel wrong.

“Yeah… Let’s do our best. My new Onee-chan…!”

With small tears in the corner of her eyes, she smiled gently at me.

“Then, I’ll go back to my room.”

“Ah, wait a minute!”

I called out in a hurry.

“Hm? Is something wrong?”

“Um… your name… could you tell me?”

“Eh?”

“No… I don’t know my own or anyone else’s…”

“Oh… right…”

She paused for a moment before answering.

“Onee-chan is… Mashiro Onee-chan, and I am Kohaku. Nice to meet you.”

“Um… Mashiro? And… Kohaku…chan?”

“No need for the ‘chan’.”

Kohaku tilted her head.

“Then… Kohaku.”

“Yeah. Good night.”

“Good night…”

With that, she left the room.

“I guess I should go to sleep too. My name is Miyuki, but you can call me Mom.”

She stretched widely and then reached for my door.

“Make sure to change into your nightwear before bed. Good night.”

“Go, good night…”

She also left and opened the door.

As soon as I was alone, a sudden feeling of loneliness welled up inside me.

I should sleep too. I walked down the dark corridor, relying on my faint memory.

“Is this the place…”

Opening the sliding door, the smell of tatami tickled my nose. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight coming in through the window.

I looked for the nightwear as instructed, finding a wardrobe full of girls’ clothes.

All of them were cute designs. Honestly, I was resistant to wearing them…

After searching for a while, I finally found something appropriate.

“This… maybe…”

I hesitantly picked it up. It was a yukata with white fabric and pink cherry blossom patterns.

I put it on and tied the obi.

“Okay…”

It’s a bit uncomfortable, but it should be fine.

I turned off the light in the room and got into the futon.

“Good night… huh…”

I muttered quietly.

Since becoming a working adult, my days consisted of overtime work, returning home to sleep lifelessly. Chased by work, I had no time to relax.

But now, there’s someone to say “good night” to me.

Why does that make me feel so happy…

“Good night…”

I wanted to say it, even though no one was there.