Forced Feminization Crossdressing Story: Until Yuuta Becomes Yuuka - The Siren's Whisper — The Unknown Me in the Mirror

The door to the music room didn't budge. Yuuta grabbed the knob with both hands and threw his weight into it. Pulled. Pushed. It rattled and clattered—again and again and again. But even though it wasn't locked, the door stayed shut as solid as a wall. "Open up... I said open it!" His voice shook. Siren Academy at night—the music room on the third floor of the special wing. Candlelight flickered, swaying the shadows of the instruments lined up along the walls. Outside the window was pitch black, the moonlight swallowed by clouds. There was nowhere to run. "It's no use, Yuuta. That door won't open until I open it." He spun around. Mikoto smiled, her long blue-black hair swaying. Her big round eyes caught the candlelight and glittered gold. She was toying with a charm on her bag. "The more you struggle, the longer the ritual takes. Is that what you want?" Her voice had the same gentle tone as always. But her eyes weren't smiling. Cold sweat ran down Yuuta's back. (Oh no. She's serious.) The scene from the music room the other day flashed through his mind. The pale blue patterns that had surfaced on Akira's skin. The words Mikoto had spoken—"siren's magic." Magic that turned a crossdresser into a girl. "I'm... a guy. There's no way I'd turn into a girl!" He shouted it. But his voice just echoed uselessly. Then, from behind him, a sweet fragrance drifted through the air. "Yuuta." Akira's voice was right at his ear. "There's nothing to be scared of. I was scared at first too. But now... I'm so happy." Akira's arms wrapped around Yuuta from behind. Slender, soft arms. Different from the Akira who used to be a boy—with a supple strength, they gently but firmly pinned Yuuta's arms. "Stop it, Akira! Let go!" "I won't. Because you're curious too, aren't you, Yuuta? About what a girl's body feels like." Akira's breath brushed Yuuta's neck. Warm, ticklish, sending a shiver down his spine. His heart began to pound at a strange pace. (No. That's not what I...) But Akira's body heat and sweet scent were melting Yuuta's thoughts. He had to resist, but the strength was draining from his body. "It's okay. I've been through this too. Let's go together, Yuuta." Akira's first-person pronoun had changed—somewhere along the way, it had become "I," in a girl's voice. It wasn't the Akira who used to be a boy. It was completely a girl's voice. "Now then. Shall we begin?" Mikoto took something out of her bag. White lace fabric. Thin strings. A tiny scrap of cloth with frills. Yuuta understood instantly what it was. "Wha—what the hell is that...!" "Girl's underwear. For you." Mikoto smiled brightly. As if she were handing him a present. "You've gotta be kidding! Don't touch me! I'm not wearing that!" Yuuta thrashed. He twisted his body, trying to break free of Akira's arms. But Akira's grip was far stronger than he'd expected—immovable. "Don't struggle, Yuuta. Come on, be good." Akira's fingers found the buttons of Yuuta's uniform. "Stop... please, Akira...!" His voice trembled pathetically. "It's okay. You'll feel good soon." Akira's fingers deftly undid the buttons. One, then another. Yuuta's uniform shirt fell open. "Why... why are you doing this, Akira... You're my friend...!" Akira's fingers paused for just a moment. "...It's because I'm your friend." Akira's voice seemed to waver, just slightly. "Because I'm your friend, I want you to know this happiness too. It's lonely all by myself, right?" Akira's hands pulled the shirt down from Yuuta's shoulders. The cool night air touched his skin. "Akira, don't dawdle. Hurry up and get those filthy clothes off him." Mikoto's voice rang out coldly. "...I know, Mikoto." Akira answered in a coquettish voice. It wasn't the Akira Yuuta knew. (Akira is already... on the other side.) Something dark spread through Yuuta's chest. Sadness, anger—he couldn't tell which. "Yuuta, lift your arms. Come on, there's a good boy." "No... stop it..." "It's okay. I'll help you with everything." Akira's fingers reached Yuuta's belt. The metallic click echoed unnaturally loud in the quiet music room. ──────── "There, the bottom half is perfect. Now, the top." Yuuta sat slumped on the music room floor, utterly drained. White lace underwear clung snugly to his lower body. Cute fabric that could never have suited him as a boy. And yet it fit him so well it was embarrassing. (Why... why couldn't I resist...) His head was a mess. While Akira was undressing him, Yuuta had definitely resisted. But every time Akira's fingers touched his skin, he felt the strength drain from his body. "Oh my, it suits you quite well. Yuuta, you have lovely legs." Mikoto looked down at Yuuta's legs, pleased. "...Stop... don't look..." Yuuta turned his face away. His cheeks burned like fire. "No need to be shy. You're going to become even more beautiful." Mikoto crouched beside him. "Now, let's do your hair next. Sit in front of the mirror." "No... just stop already..." "Yuuta. Can't you do as I say?" Mikoto's voice turned suddenly cold. "Or would you like me to tell everyone what Akira did to you? That you touched a girl's body at school at night." The blood drained from Yuuta's face. "Or perhaps I should spread those photos around. You touching Akira's chest. You had such a wonderful expression." "Y-you were taking pictures...!" "Of course I was. They'll make a lovely memento, won't they? Of the moment you became a girl." Mikoto's gentle smile was back. "Now, sit in front of the mirror. If you're good, I won't do anything terrible to you." Yuuta stood on trembling legs. (I can't escape. I can't resist. Am I just supposed to do whatever they say?) He sat in the chair placed before the mirror. His reflection stared back at him. His uniform shirt was gone, his upper body bare. Below, the white lace underwear. It was so pathetic, so shameful, he wanted to look away. "There, hold still." Mikoto stood behind him. In her hands were a small comb and a blue hair ornament. "That's...!" "Oh, you noticed? That's right. The hair ornament Akira gave you before. I went and fetched it from your house." "Why... why do you have that...!" "Because it's necessary, isn't it? An important tool for you to become a girl." Mikoto's fingers touched Yuuta's hair. "Your hair's grown a little. It's soft for a boy's—worth styling." Mikoto's hands deftly combed and tied up Yuuta's hair. Her fingertips brushed his neck and ears now and then. Each time, his body jerked. "Hey, Yuuta. Does it feel good?" Akira was standing beside him before he knew it. "Having Mikoto touch your hair feels amazing. I love it." Akira gazed at Mikoto's hands styling Yuuta's hair, entranced. "There, done. Next, your face." Mikoto pulled a small pouch from her bag. Cosmetics came out one after another. "You're even gonna... do makeup..." "Of course. You're becoming a girl. Makeup is a girl's duty." Mikoto's fingers touched Yuuta's face. A soft puff glided across his cheeks. Cool liquid was dabbed on his eyelids. A brush traced his brows. Something sweet-smelling was painted on his lips. "My, your skin is surprisingly lovely. With proper care, it'll be even more beautiful." Mikoto's hands adorned Yuuta's face carefully, as if decorating a doll. "Yuuta, close your eyes. I'm putting on eyeshadow now." Akira's voice was right beside him. Yuuta closed his eyes as told. (Why am I closing my eyes?) (Why am I not resisting?) (Why am I just letting them do this?) He thought that. But his body was already completely at their mercy. "There, all done. Open your eyes and look in the mirror." Yuuta slowly opened his eyes. ──────── There was a girl he didn't recognize in the mirror. Her black hair was tied in small side-tails, a blue ornament swaying. Her cheeks were faintly cherry-blossom pink, her eyelids dusted with pale pink eyeshadow. Long lashes cast shadows. Her lips glistened, slightly parted. The girl stared at Yuuta with moist eyes, as if about to burst into tears. (...This is me?) Yuuta was transfixed by his reflection. This was him. Unmistakably him. His angular glasses had been removed at some point. But the shape of his eyes, his nose, his contours—they were definitely Yuuta's. And yet. (Why... why am I so cute...) His heart thumped hard. At the same time, he felt a warmth pooling low in his belly. (Oh no... what is this...) "Cute... you're so cute, Yuuta." Akira embraced Yuuta from behind. "Look. Your reflection. Such a cute girl, isn't she? This is the real you." Akira's arms wrapped around Yuuta's bare chest. Soft palms touched his skin. "I'm so happy. That you've become this beautiful." Akira's voice was genuinely delighted. "No... this isn't me... this isn't..." Yuuta's voice was hoarse. But his eyes wouldn't leave the mirror. "No, this is the real you. You were just hiding it all along. I brought it out for you." Mikoto whispered in Yuuta's ear. "Now, the finishing touch. I'll cast the magic on your body." Mikoto placed her hand on Yuuta's shoulder. "Don't worry. It won't hurt. In fact, it should feel wonderful." The instant Mikoto's fingers touched his skin— A jolt shot through him. "Ugh—!" Something hot surged up from deep inside him. Like molten metal flowing through his veins. Bone, muscle, skin—being remade from the inside out. "Wha—what is this...! Stop...! I said stop...!" "Don't resist. Relax. It'll be easier that way." Pale light spilled from Mikoto's fingers. Blue-white light coiled around Yuuta's body and seeped in. "It's okay, Yuuta. I'm right here with you. Come on, let's become girls together." Akira's arms held Yuuta tight. (Ah... no... my body... it's so hot...) The strength to resist drained away. His mind grew hazy. He saw his reflection crying. (Why am I crying...?) But the tears weren't only from sadness. ──────── That was when it happened. "...Ngh!" Suddenly Mikoto clutched her head and staggered. "Mikoto!?" Akira hurriedly let go of Yuuta and rushed to her. The color had drained from Mikoto's face. Her usual calm smile was gone, her brows knitted in pain. "Again... my memories..." Mikoto's voice was faint. "Mikoto, hang in there! Are you okay!?" Akira supported her. Mikoto's eyes lost focus for a moment. "What... was I doing...?" A chill ran down Yuuta's spine at those words. (What did she just say?) ("What was I doing"?) (Is she starting to forget even her own name?) "Mikoto! It's me, Akira! You know me, right!?" Akira peered desperately into Mikoto's face. Mikoto stared blankly at Akira for a few seconds. Then, softly, her usual smile returned. "...Akira. I'm fine. Just a little tired." "But...!" "Don't worry. I'm all right." Mikoto gently squeezed Akira's hand back. But Yuuta understood. Mikoto's fingers were trembling faintly. Beneath that smile, something was definitely beginning to break. (Magic has a price.) (That woman is using magic while chipping away at her own memories.) "I'm sorry, Yuuta. We'll stop here for today." Mikoto slowly stood. "We'll continue another time. Look forward to it." "Mikoto, don't push yourself. I'll walk you home." Akira supported Mikoto's shoulder. "Thank you, Akira. You really are a good girl." Mikoto gently stroked Akira's head. "...Yuuta." Akira turned and looked at Yuuta. "That's all for today. But next time, we'll go all the way. Be ready." Akira's manner of speaking had, at some point, become completely a girl's. "Well then, good night. See you at school." Akira left the music room, supporting Mikoto. The door clicked shut. Yuuta was left alone before the mirror. ──────── The girl in the mirror stared at Yuuta. Tied-up hair. Blue ornament. A face painted with makeup. White lace underwear. (This is... me...?) Yuuta reached a trembling hand towa

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Name: Forced Feminization Crossdressing Story: Until Yuuta Becomes Yuuka
Author: 酔待月

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