Adapt and new friends ?

There's still a stain of juice inside your clothes that you can't completely wipe away. Now it's messed up your underwear, making it slippery and uncomfortable. The discomfort and sarcasm make you feel out of place while walking to the women's restroom.

You try hard to navigate through the crowded lunchroom, hoping to reach the restroom unnoticed. Luckily, you don't spend much time in the open and people don't pay much attention to you when you pull your hood over your sweat and saliva-streaked face to hide.

Instead of stopping in front of the women's restroom as you intended, you find yourself in front of the men's restroom. Stunned, you look at the hand on the door knob and then up at the sign indicating that it's the men's room.

"Damn it, I'm Kaya now and I have a female body. I have to go to the women's restroom, not this one!” You turn around and head towards the women's restroom next to the men's.

Ignoring the surprised expression of a girl applying make-up, you push open the door and stride in.

You walk quickly to a stall, kick the door open with your foot, and then close and lock it in the same manner.

You begin to take off your hoodie and try to take off the t-shirt you're wearing, but you're momentarily distracted by the sight of your own body.

"Not this time," you mumble, forcing yourself to focus on removing your t-shirt. It proves challenging due to the sweat making it cling to your skin.

You take some tissues from the storage compartment to wipe off your sweat.

But that's not enough; you need water to wash off the mess and fix your hair.

You unlock the door and peek outside to see if anyone is there. The woman you saw earlier is still standing opposite you, absorbed in her makeup routine.

“Hurry up and get out,” you mutter to yourself, feeling increasingly frustrated.

But she continues to powder her face, oblivious to your presence.

Out of patience, you pick up a remote from the slightly open door and press the green button to shoot at her.

The woman's figure instantly collapses and transforms into another skin suit. You open the bathroom door and quickly disrobe before locking it behind you. You're about to walk back when you're caught by your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Oh wow... I hadn't realized that Kaya's body looks this good." You approach the mirror, staring at your own reflection with interest.

"No, not now, not yet." Regaining your sanity, you glance at the other skin suit you just created. It's lying folded on the floor, so you aim the remote and press the blue button on it. The figure on the ground begins to swell and regain the form of the woman who had been applying makeup moments ago. Only now, she seems distant. Her black, softly wavy hair reminds you of your own, and she has light green eyes.

“Okay, now you can be yourself. Can you help me deal with this situation?” You ask, extending a hand to the woman.

"Okay sir... No, mistress, sorry." The woman corrects herself.

"Thank you, but what's your name? I don't think I've seen you before.” You ask as you begin to remove your jeans.

"My name is Bianca Mis, I'm in Class E," she replies, starting to clean you up with water from the sink.

"Bianca from Class E? That's probably why I haven't met you. We're in different buildings. But... how did you know who I am? You almost called me 'sir.’” You wash your face while Bianca dabs at your chest with a towel.

"I'm not sure, mistress. It's like... I knew you weren't yourself, as you are now. But it was still you inside. Maybe under your skin?”

She's guessing, but you have to admit, she's not far off.

"Do you remember anything before this?" You ask as you start to wash off the stains in your underwear. Bianca continues to help clean you up.

"I remember I was doing my makeup, and then I suddenly felt compelled to obey you. I trusted you completely, and I still do. I'll follow your orders without question. It feels right. That's all I remember."

"Just--ah!" You gasp as the towel moves over a sensitive area.

"Oh, I'm sorry, mistress. Did I hurt you?” She quickly apologizes.

"No... I'm fine. I'm just... still not used to this body. I'm still adjusting to being a 'woman',” you reply, starting to gather your clothes.

You retrieve the pants and other clothes that you discarded in the washroom and place them next to the sink.

You take the bra from Bianca's hand and start to put it on, but then realize that you don't know how. Deciding to save it for later, you put it in your hoodie's pocket.

"I don't know how to put on this bra... being a woman is so difficult," you murmur to yourself.

"Let me help you, mistress," Bianca offers, reaching for the bra and assisting you to put it on.

You stand still, inserting your arms and aligning them with the bra straps, while Bianca fastens it from behind.

“May I help you with your shirt, mistress?” she asks. You nod your agreement.

"Incidentally, mistress, why don't you use that brown button to implant the memories of your body? If you had the body's memories, you could handle things more easily.”

You turn to look at Bianca in surprise.

"Wait, hey, how do you... how do you know about this remote?" you ask her.

"Well, I just seemed to know, Mistress. I can't figure it out. But it's as if I only knew it when I saw you in the bathroom. I only know how to use it and how it works. Is there something wrong?"

"Um, no, nothing. I just thought I had found something. But, nothing," you say, turning your head back.

"Is that so?" She pulled down your shirt, then picked up the panties that were soaked with stains. She stared at it for a moment before lifting it to her nose and sniffing.

"What are you doing?" you ask her, seeing her smelling your panties.

"I... uh... I... I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm just starting to feel a little bit."

"What? You?! You're horny?" you ask her in surprise.

"Yes, Mistress... I'm... well, I'm bisexual. I didn't mean to show this feeling at this inappropriate moment. But I have to apologize. Seeing you naked made me feel... hot and sexually aroused. Sorry for showing this kind of feeling in front of you. Please punish me." She stripped herself, lowering her head, as if awaiting punishment from you.

You shook your head, realizing deep inside you wanted to be intimate with a woman. Because Bianca herself, in your eyes, she looks fine. She looks even prettier than the Kaya you've seen in her skinsuit. But now it's almost lunch break.

"sigh Listen, my dear Bianca," you grab her shoulder. She looks at your face but regardless, you pull her closer and kiss her.

You're not good at this. But you feel like you can do it. You kiss her, and she gets emotional. You and she are exploring each other's mouths. Sharing scents between mistress and servant, before you pull away from her lips, saliva bridging the gap between you two.

"This will be your punishment," you tell her. She looks at you with longing in her eyes.

"I will kiss you and make you miss this kiss, and make you unable to forget me. And for now, you won't have anything more with me."

You tell her in the words of a character from an online novel you've read before.

"You're such a... mean... mistress... but... I like it," she said, and you saw her start to remove her pants.

"Hey, Bianca, I just said I'm not ready yet," you tell her, as she's removing her stockings.

"Your panties are all wet, Mistress, but coincidentally... there's another pair that hasn't been soiled... yet," she said, rolling down her panties, a pair of black lace ones, and hands them over to you.

"You wear mine, and I'll wear yours. Let me help you, Mistress."

You look at Bianca, now her face and ears are starting to blush a soft, rosy shade of red. You're not sure if this is the effect of the remote, but you don't want to wear wet panties to your classroom right now.

You pick up Bianca's panties, and hand her your wet ones. She grabs them, sniffs them, then quickly slips them on along with her stockings. As you hurriedly put on Bianca's panties and pull on some stretchy jeans.

"Thank you, Mistress. I'll wash your panties when I get home. Oh, and I'll send you a message and my phone number. I'll let you know when your panties are dry, hehe," she smiles at you with a charming smile, before picking up her mobile phone. You pick up Kaya's phone and realize that you still don't know her password. But luckily, the phone has facial recognition and a fingerprint system. So, you can access it and send your own number. Kaya's number and email chat are exchanged with Bianca.

"Is this really you? Hmm, you look more charming than you do in person. You know that?" she tells you as she puts away her phone. You're pulling on your hoodie and starting to style your hair, but Bianca picks up her comb and makeup to help you get dressed.

“I know, someone told me that before. But she doesn't seem to care anymore.” You think of Chantal as you speak to Bianca.

"Oh, I'm sorry for saying that. But you really are precious. From what you did for a moment, it made me feel... a little nervous.”

"That's because you have to listen to my orders, Bianca, not because of your feelings. Besides, we've only recently got to know each other," you tell her as she brushes your hair.

"Maybe so, Mistress. But even though I obey your orders, I know how to differentiate what feelings truly come from me or come from your order. Plus, you never told me to love you, right, Mistress?" You turn to look at Bianca, who is smiling at you.

"It's...yeah... ah, maybe," you mumble, as Bianca begins applying makeup.

"Don't make me look like you, Bianca," you tell her. She laughs softly.

"Yes, Mistress. I know exactly how to apply makeup to bring out your best features. You don't need much, just a bit of powder, lipstick and a little eyelash enhancement... and it's done, my Mistress."

You look in the bathroom mirror, and yes, Bianca was right. She has made Kaya's face even more striking. Maybe you're as beautiful as Annalena, the prettiest girl at school.

"Don't get too caught up in yourself right now, Mistress, although I know you like it," Bianca interrupts your thoughts, and indeed, you almost did. You turn to look at her again. She smiles at you, acting like an innocent girl despite her outward appearance.

"Thank you, Bianca. Your makeup skills are truly amazing,” you thank her.

"It's an honor, my dear Mistress," she bows down.

"So... we part ways here," you glance at the time on your phone.

"Yes, Mistress, and I'll contact you," Bianca says before walking past you. But as you turn your back to her, she leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

"It's a small gift from me," she says. You turn to look at her before waving goodbye, unlocking the door, and leaving. You're left blushing from her kiss.