MASHIRO'S CASTLE FREE MESSAGE BOARD
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Eternal Wanderer
Leading Part
Sat Nov 26, 2016 12:57
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Don't have much to say on this so enjoy.


Hello. How do you do? My name is Mashiro Kayo.

Recently, there are a great number people who are very sad. I work for the sake of all of those people. I am still inexperienced, but if I should happen to pass by, please don't hesitate to tell me if you have any worries. I'll disperse your worries as best as I can. Please feel free to talk to me.

Payment? No, I don't accept money. If the customer is happy, then that is the best reward of all.

Now, the customer this time is...


A group in leotards, moving in perfect order.

Arai, who is directing the group by clapping to the beat.

A girl on her own, sitting in the corner of the room and observing.



"Well done, good job."

The pupils call out cheerfully as they leave the room one after the other.

"Great work!"

A smiling Arai sees the pupils off.

After a while all the students have gone home, and the room is quiet.

"Teacher."

The girl, in a quiet voice.

"Hm? What is it?"

Arai, answering as she wipes away the sweat.

"This is who I am."

The girl holds something out in Arai's direction.

"You mean, you want to begin training?"

"No."

The girl is smiling for some reason. Arai takes the business card.

It says, "Mashrio Kayo. I take the worries from your mind and body."

"Teacher, do you have something that you want to do?"

"What... what is this?"

"It's a service industry. I solve clients' worries, no matter what they are."

"Oh, really..."

"So, if you have any worries...?"

"Hm... I don't have any particular worries."

"Oh! That's the first time I've ever been told that."

"Everyone has a lot of worries, don't they?"

"Yes."

Arai thinks a little.

"Well, I suppose you could say that I'm worried about whether or not the upcoming show is going to be a success."

"There's going to be a show?"

"Yes. Oh, there was something actually."

"What is it, what is it?"

"Well, in fact, in our theater group there's a boy called Tobita."

"Yes?"

"He's very enthusiastic about practicing, and so he was the obvious choice for the main role in the show."

"Did something happen?"

"He got injured."

"Ah."

"And, he also tends to get ill. It looks like he's already gotten better, but... well, it's a shame. In the end, I picked a boy called Shimazaki for the main role this time. The two of them are childhood friends, and you could probably call them rivals. It was quite urgent, so I said that we would be able to save a place for him in another show."

"I see."

"So... well, I suppose he'll have another opportunity, but I'd like to let Tobita make his "main role" debut this time."

"Okay! I understand."

"(laughing) Well, that's promising! It's just that this time it's also his birthday,"

she says, and the girl is gone.



Tobita, in a casual outfit of pale brown cotton pants, a t-shirt and sneakers.

"It's Tobita, isn't it?"

Looking down at his feet, he sees the little girl addressing him.

"Yes..."

"Can you come here please?"



She takes him to the wings of the stage, which now, on the opening day, is the height of chaos.

"Wait - wait a minute."

Tobita stops her, and listens to what the theater group members are saying.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Suzuki... he's injured."

"What? What about Harada, in reserve?"

"We can't get through to him. Rumor has it he's on holiday abroad..."

The girl speaking is called away by someone, and goes.

From the wings of the stage,

"Oh no..."

"Tobita! This is your 'birthday present' from the teacher!"

Saying only that, the girl taps Tobita and then runs away.

Tobita looks after her, with an expression as if to say, "What was that?"

"Ah, Tobita."

Shimazaki, in the main role. Shimazaki is decked out in a dazzling costume. His appearance is that of a dancer who is truly about to perform the main role. He is in contrast to the plainly dressed Tobita.

"Ah, there seem to be a few problems."

"Yep. Even though the seats are already all filled."

Just then, Tobita feels a strange sensation.

"...?"

"...what's wrong?"

"Ah... nothing..."

All of a sudden, Tobita's chest begins billowing outwards.

"Eh? Ah!"

The swelling continues. It is the size of what can only be called "breasts," and they grow to a beautiful shape and push his t-shirt outwards from the inside.

"Wh-what's this?"

At the same time, his bottom begins to grow. His pants are stretched out over the plump shape of his bottom.

He has no time to be surprised by those changes before his waist starts to shrink. His plentiful bust and hips emphasize his wasp waist. His legs become beautiful and slender, and his arms become slim and smooth. His face turns from angular to soft and full. His normal hair grows to shoulder length.

"Wh-what? What's... what's happening?"

"...!!!"

Shimazaki is frozen in front of his eyes.

The changes enter the second stage.

The decoration on his sneakers vanishes completely, down to the laces. They become a single white color, and padding forms at the end of the toes. The undersides of the shoes disappear and the shoe material becomes a thin leather, and wraps closely around his feet from the ankles to the soles. They are "pointe shoes."

The snug cotton pants that are clinging to his legs change color to white, and transform into smooth shiny stockings that show the beauty of his slender legs. They extend down inside the pointe shoes.

From the shoulders upward, his t-shirt disappears and only shoulder straps are left. The chest part becomes cups that snugly support his large bust. The edge takes the shape of feathers. The surface of his former t-shirt, which has become white, is now etched with beautiful embroidery, which spreads out across the back at the same time.

His slim arms are boldly exposed from the shoulder, and his prominent collarbone makes his slim body stand out in its entirety.

From his hips, a horizontal skirt like a shampoo hat springs out.

"Eh... ah..."

The diameter extends to about one meter, and layer by layer, it increases in thickness. Eventually embroidery spreads out across the surface of the skirt just like the body, and the surface becomes silky.

His beautiful shoulder length hair sweeps itself up behind his head.

Piercings appear in his earlobes, and a feather hair ornament appears on his head.

His eyelashes lengthen. Suddenly his eyes are framed with thick mascara.

"What... what kind of... weird..."

His eyelids transform into double eyelids, and eye shadow spreads across them. Bright red blusher is applied to his cheeks, distinct enough to be seen from far off.

"Argh!"

Tobita has become a polished and beautiful ballerina.

"A..."

"What?"

"...adorable..."

"Sh-shut up! What are you saying?!"

But the "young man" Tobita's usual form is no longer there, and there is only a "beautiful ballerina."

Then, the bell rings to signal the start of the performance.

"What's that?"

says Tobita, who has suddenly become a straight backed ballerina. Just like that he takes a pose, standing up on his tiptoes and inclining his head.

"Argh! My.... my body... by itself..."

Just then, Shimazaki places a supporting hand on his waist.

"Hey! What are you trying to do?"

"Well, if it's like this... there's nothing for it. You'll have to take the main role."

"What-what are you saying?"

But his body does not listen to what he is saying. The ballerina begins to turn on her toes. Shimazaki, in the role of the "prince," follows closely.

"S-stop it! This... with you... but my body won't...!"

The two dance out onto the stage.

The prima donna leaps gracefully, and the sturdy prince catches her firmly.

The ballerina takes the main role, being enclosed in his arms, and then dancing away again.

Their breathing is perfectly in time.




The main roles, particularly the ballerina, were tremendously well received for their exquisite expressions of hidden grief and bewilderment, and apparently the show was a great success.

Congratulations on your "main role" debut. It's the best birthday present of all, isn't it! I would also like to meet a teacher who cares so much for her pupils. I'm jealous! From now, on if there's someone you want to give a present to, maybe you feel you'd like to leave it to me? Ah, when you do something nice for someone, you really feel good.

Well, see you.

Maybe tomorrow I'll come to your town.


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