Come on a Date! But No Cross-Dressing

Objectively speaking.

Men and women had innate physiological differences. Some of those differences could be compensated for or erased through targeted training later in life, but most could never achieve the effects dictated by the words "innately gifted."

As an old saying from the Zhonghua Family went, "It's all a meal granted by Heaven." Differences in physical structure also determined the different career choices of men and women. Only when each fulfilled their respective roles could society operate in an orderly fashion...

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka strolled carelessly along the campus path at night, his gaze fixed on the man and woman walking side by side not far ahead.

His tangled thoughts turned into whirlpools, dragging him into a torrent. This entire stretch of sea was called Bai Yu, where countless whirlpools of all sizes ran rampant, and no passing vessel could avoid disaster here.

Some were drawn in and became part of him; some gradually lost themselves within, losing their original direction; some believed the currents of the whirlpool were not that strong, and that as long as they held firm to their convictions and stayed true to themselves, they could leave this place for a wider world.

For the moment, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka did not know which kind he was. Yet while in the whirlpool, he occasionally felt brief moments of peace. What was the world beyond it like? Was it another sea filled with the unknown and hidden reefs? There was no way to know.

For now, he would simply drift with the current. At least this place did not contain only accidents and the unknown. It also had sunlight...

And cross-dressing.

"President, why do I have to try something on too?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka felt numb.

Why had a club activity they had agreed on turned into shopping in the end? Why had he been specifically asked about it that afternoon? And this was the trendy women's clothing section. At first, they had merely asked for Shiina's opinion, but now he was getting dragged into it too?

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka struggled as he waved his hands in protest.

"Ayanokoji-kun, how would you know you do not like it unless you try it?"

That man was spouting dangerously bewitching words again.

"Just like the school's Cheerleading Squad. At first, I thought it was an ordinary cheerleading squad, but after joining, I discovered they were a highly trained powerhouse. Every day involved all kinds of complicated professional gymnastics training. Calling them gymnasts would not be an exaggeration. After sticking with them until now, my opinion of them has changed considerably, and I have improved significantly in certain areas as well."

"You mean in your cross-dressing fetish?"

Bai Yu's face suddenly darkened, and he said sternly, "Ayanokoji, it is very rude to make amateurish, half-informed judgments about people working in a profession."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka nodded shamefully at first, then came to his senses. "I meant you specifically! The other members do not dress up as women either."

Bai Yu calmly refuted him. "Neither do I. I merely performed a little with my voice and physique. I did not even wear a wig."

"Bai Yu-kun already has a handsome yet gentle face. He is only a little more masculine than Class B's Xiao Bai, and his hair is not long enough to cross into forbidden territory for girls, so it is not strange for him to be mistaken for one."

Shiina Hiyori, who was selecting clothes nearby, spoke in a remarkably calm tone, but the instinctive excitement and greed in her eyes could not be concealed.

She held a plain white high-waisted dress with an innocent style against herself, looking eagerly at Bai Yu as she said in a refined voice, "Yu-kun has long legs, so this kind of long dress would suit him. It would look proper and exceptionally elegant."

"..."

For the first time, Bai Yu felt an urge to seriously refuse her. It was not that he resisted cross-dressing; it was simply that the girl's voice had made him feel, for an instant, as though he stood within the high walls of a deep palace.

"I shall try it first. Ayanokoji, hurry and follow!" Bai Yu shouted, then fearlessly strode into the fitting room.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka muttered a refusal to the man's fearless back. Yet before long, his gaze kept drifting toward the drawn curtain, and he vaguely found himself looking forward to something.

Shiina Hiyori waited outside for him to finish changing. She wore her usual outfit today, looking especially simple and graceful.

Both hands hooked around shopping bags that hung before her long, snow-white legs. Gray mid-calf socks of just the right length outlined her leg shape, stopping just short of her knees. They stood north and south of the knee-length skirt that did not completely cover her knees, like the Chu River and Han Border, leaving behind a captivating hint of beauty that was neither overly seductive nor lacking in youthful vitality.

What would Bai look like in that dress?

Strange thoughts that she had never had before circled through her mind, and her desire to see it as soon as possible grew stronger.

The girl unconsciously raised the corners of her lips. Her body followed the rhythm of her mood, tapping out cheerful beats. At times, she curiously rose onto her tiptoes, then lowered herself; at times, she stretched out her head, wanting to steal a glimpse first, then dutifully stayed put, wanting to preserve the suspense until the end. Her excitement was written all over her face, and even more so in her body and limbs.

If the passing customers around her were blurred away, leaving only the girl behind, the result would naturally become a fine portrait—lively and playful, yet still carrying a simple, elegant dignity.

Looking at the scene alone, it truly could be called beautiful. But once one considered what the two of them were conspiring to do... it gained far more than a trace of oddness.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka watched the girl, who seemed two levels livelier than usual but was actually just anxiously waiting to see Bai Yu in women's clothing. His feelings were incredibly complicated, and he prayed that he would not get a chance to try anything on later.

Bai Yu's plan was to have Shironami Chihiro ask Ichinose Honami out tomorrow, over the weekend, for a double date with the two members of the Service Club.

And in order to make Ichinose Honami feel enough longing, he himself would have to enter the fray and act lovey-dovey with someone else in front of the two girls...

Just thinking about it went beyond mere stomach pain. Even a certain part of his body felt a chill.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's gaze wandered slightly. What would Horikita do on her side?

To properly reject Shiranami while avoiding too great a blow to her, so that she would not develop lingering trauma in future interpersonal relationships, surely would not be an easy task either. From his interactions with the client over the past two days...

But no matter how he considered it, it could not be more difficult than the president's side.

This was hell-level difficulty: trying to turn a straight girl gay as much as possible!

Although he did not know whether the president or Horikita would fulfill their commission to a greater extent, the president's own commission was surely already doomed to fail.

This whirlpool did not seem particularly turbulent. He would just drift along and enjoy the show.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka turned back toward the original direction. The girl's lively movements slowed, and the curtain was drawn aside.

That man, who could even erase and surpass objective differences, was about to come out.