Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)

Chapter 3 by AidiosMegami AidiosMegami

The Face I'm Seeing is...

Himeko

Himeko... The beautiful and graceful navigator of the Astral Express. I don't think anyone who looked at her could say she wasn't attractive. Himeko was not only beautiful but caring as well... She always looked out for us. Her charm was different from Kafka's, but it allured me all the same. How can I not be attractive to a woman like her?

Please log in to view the image

As I imagined her smile, a wave of drowsiness washed over my mind. This was a bit different from how it normally went, but I didn't pay it any mind. Dr. Edward did say that this dream bubble was special or something. Maybe making me sleepy will provide some special experience? I could only speculate for a few more seconds before my consciousness began to fade, eventually falling into a pleasant sleep.


"Ugh..." I groaned. Did I seriously fall asleep in a dream? Opening my eyes revealed my blurry surroundings, a sleepy haze obstructing my vision. I could barely make out where I was, and there didn't seem to be any other people calling out to me like the memory bubble of Akivili. Was I alone right now?

Rubbing my eyes to clear the haze, everything became slightly clearer, then I blinked. The interior looked... familiar, or at least, I felt like I'd seen it before. It was a woman's bedroom, that's for sure. There was a peculiar... no, pleasant scent in the air, too. Perfume? It smelled really familiar...

Once the sleepy veil in my head finally faded, I just felt that something was off. My chest felt really heavy for some reason. Dipping my head down, my eyes bulged as wide as possible. What had once been a toned and flat chest had now been reduced to having two breasts attached to it... two large ones. What surprised me even more was the white dress that I was clothed in and the beauty mark on one of the breasts.

"T-This can't be... This dress is— my voice...!" I held my throat, only now noticing my now feminine hand.

I looked around, spotting her phone lying beside me as I grabbed it. I opened the camera and gasped. Her gloved hand touched my face as her fingers slid against my cheek. Her golden eyes stared at me with the same shock I was feeling, and then, my lips parted, only for her voice to leave me.

"I-I'm... Himeko?"

Calm down, what is the next course of action?

Want to support CHYOA?
Disable your Ad Blocker! Thanks :)