When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 64: I Came To My Roommate's Part-Time Job Dressed As A Girl.

I Came To My Roommate’s Part-Time Job Dressed As A Girl.

“You’re trying not to get caught, right? Then, a disguise it is!”

With that declaration, I was taken to the fashion club’s room and before I knew it, I was being dressed up.

“W-Wait, why are these women’s clothes…!?”

“Alright, stay still now, okay? We don’t want the lipstick to smudge.”

“I don’t even want to wear lipstick!”

I was seated in front of a large mirror, and before I could resist, makeup was being applied. By the time I realized what was happening, an unfamiliar girl was staring back at me from the mirror with an embarrassed expression.

…Who is this?

No, my facial structure hadn’t changed, so my features were still there. Yet, just by wearing women’s clothes and makeup, I looked significantly more feminine.

As I stared in shock, the girl in the mirror stared back. It should have been a normal reaction, but it felt like a stranger was looking at me, making me blush. I quickly averted my gaze from the mirror.

“Fuufuu~.”

Did she know what I was thinking? Her teasing voice made me shrink my shoulders. The unfamiliar skirt felt unsettling, and I clenched my hands tightly on my knees. A kind of embarrassment I’d never felt before made my back feel hot. The sweat dripping down my body made me feel like I was losing my shape, as if I might melt away.

Unlike my anxious self, my classmate seemed to be having a great time. The sound of an unknown spray being shaken added to my unease.

“Now we just need to fix the ends and add some shine, and we’re done! Once you change your manner of speaking, you’ll be a cute, cute girl!”

“…Are you sure no one will recognize me like this?”

[TL: He said “俺”(Ore). Which is more of a masculine way of saying ‘I’. She demanded him to say “私”(Watashi). Which is a polite way to say ‘I’. Both male and female can use it in a formal situation, though mainly females use it.]

“Say ‘I,’ not ‘Ore’ Understand?”

She poked the back of my head with her finger. My cheeks tensed awkwardly. Changing how I referred to myself required more courage than I thought. I bit my upper lip, felt a small sting, and carefully spoke.

“…I.”

“Great!”

When I looked up, my classmate was giving a thumbs-up in the mirror.

As I felt a bit despondent, she brought the conversation back to the disguise.

“Don’t worry! Right now, Hinata-kun, you look completely like a girl!”

She formed a heart with her fingers and laughed, her excitement contagious. Despite my lingering doubts, I accepted it at that moment. But…

—No, this is absolutely not okay!

How did it come to this?!

As I quietly panicked, I recalled the events that led to me visiting a café in drag. Sitting at a table the waiter had shown me to, I leaned my elbows on the table and buried my head in my hands.

I had been swept up in the moment.

I was already feeling mentally fragile, and then my classmate charged at me with the determination of a wild boar, shouting, “Leave it to me!” I didn’t have time to think. It was like a car accident.

“You’re cute!” “This’ll work!” “You look like a girl!”

As they praised me while dressing me up and applying makeup, I went along with it, thinking, “Is that so?” And looking at myself transformed into a girl, I couldn’t help but think, “Aren’t I super cute?”

But now, calmly reflecting on it, I realize how absolutely insane this all is!

I’ve finally come to my senses!

I should have just remained blissfully convinced of my cuteness until the end!

Cross-dressing was already pushing it.

But visiting a café in that state, and worse, going to my roommate’s workplace in drag…

The danger level was off the charts. Just the thought of it screams trouble, and it wouldn’t be surprising if I got arrested for this.

If someone did the same thing to me, it would be grounds for moving out.

However, she looks amazing in a suit. She’s cool and androgynous, with her sharp eyes and mysterious aura. Male attire suits her perfectly.

I personally would love to see her in a suit. The moment she loosened her tie—perfection. She’s totally my type.

Oh no. This is bad. I’m falling too deep into this.

I groaned, pressing my forehead against the table while keeping my head in my hands.

“Extreme disguises work best when they go all out! Going too far is just right!”

I had taken my classmate’s words to heart, but now I’m starting to wonder if I’ve been completely tricked.

To begin with, no matter how much clothing and makeup can change the atmosphere, I’m not hiding my face.

I’m definitely going to get caught, aren’t I?

Come to think of it, my classmate did say things like, “You don’t want to get caught, right?” and “You’re perfectly a girl!” but never once said that I absolutely wouldn’t be recognized.

I’ve totally been tricked, haven’t I?

I can almost see my classmate in my mind, making double finger hearts with a smug look on her face.

I haven’t seen my roommate in the café yet.

As I considered just getting up and leaving, a waitress approached me.

“May I take your order?”

“Ah…”

It was a familiar-looking waitress, and I froze halfway as I was getting up.

Uh, um… I couldn’t get any words out. Flustered, the waitress must have thought I was struggling to decide on my order.

She opened the menu that was standing on the table and pointed to one item.

“How about our new Caramel Cream Cappuccino? It’s popular with high school girls.”

She smiled warmly at me, and in my desperation to resolve the situation, I nodded repeatedly.

“Thank you. Your order has been received. Please wait a moment.”

As she walked away, I muttered a small “Ah…” under my breath and helplessly sank back into my chair.

I ended up ordering…