198 Intermission (1/2)

I stared at the bunny onesie pajama in the wardrobe cabinet, unable to bring myself to believe that this was happening. I do not know what I've done, but whatever it was, I do not believe that I deserve this... With my head hanging low in depression I stared at the ground, face red from a sense of embarrassment.

Slowly, I forced myself up from the ground in a quick smooth motion and quickly walked over to my desk to grab my phone. I navigated to the contacts list and dialed Noah's number, knowing that out of the three angels, he's the most vulnerable one due to his age and just his demeanor in general.

”Hello,” his voice said from the other end of the phone line.

”What the hell is this?” I berated him. ”Did you really expect me to wear that onesie pajama?”

My face was quite warm from embarrassment, but I'm pretty sure that mixed in there was anger as well. Whatever the case may be, it's just...well, dissatisfaction.

”You have a problem with what I've picked out?” The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed, and instead of Noah's casual and easy-going voice, it was one of a mature woman, the voice of Emilia.

”Emilia?” I gasped softly but soon regained my composure. ”Y-you picked out this pajama?”

”Yeah,” the voice on the other end said. ”You'll look cute.”

”C-cute?” I could feel my face muscles twitching somewhat from the mentioning of that adjective. ”Me?”

”You'll never know if you don't try it on,” she softly chuckled.

Then, the call was ended on their end, leaving me standing there with the bath towel wrapped around my body. Dazed as to what had ended up being my ultimate fate, I slowly turned around and gazed into the wardrobe and at the bunny onesie in there. Slowly, I approached it and took it out of the wardrobe cabinet and stared at it as I felt its soft, downy material with my hands.

Putting it on didn't take as much effort as I had originally anticipated, and it was actually surprisingly comfortable as well. The material was soft and warm and it provided a sense of great security to me. I looked down, allowing my chin to graze against the short, artificial fur and at the pajama. Obstructing my vision was the round and smooth protrusion at my chest due to my breasts, but with some effort, I was able to see the whole outfit.

Still unsatisfied, I looked into the mirror framed against the inside of the wardrobe cabinet doors. When I finally saw myself wearing this pajama, I felt my heart skip a beat. My face was quite red as seen in the mirror, but most importantly, I was in awe at...well, how cute the person in the mirror was. It was a sight that I've never had the opportunity to witness before. A girl wearing their pajamas, the only ones that I've seen are Loriana's, which aren't of this cute style but of the more mature type, and Muria and Irina's, which were the more ordinary high schooler type and not the cute type.

Wait... I took a small step back in horror. Why do I feel like my personality has changed a bit? Is it because I'm a girl now and see things differently?

Whatever the case may be, I closed the wardrobe cabinet door shut, letting out a sigh as I contemplated what had happened to me. Then, I walked over to this unfamiliar bed in this unfamiliar room and fell down limp on it, allowing my face to be buried in the pillow.

Menstrual products...I thought to myself. Where does Loriana keep them? Do I have to go out and buy them myself?

I then rolled over such that my face was facing the ceiling.

And clothes...I still need to buy clothes for myself. Just the school uniform isn't going to cut it for the month...

Since it was still somewhat early and not exactly the time that I'm used to going to bed at, I decided that I would go sit in the living room for a bit and watch some television. One, this allows me to pass time and two, it allows my hair to dry. I also still have to replace my bath towel in the bathroom towel rack.

I forced myself out of the comfort of my bed, grabbed my phone, and made my way over to the doorway. Upon exiting, I looked to my left at the living room. There, Loriana was sitting on the couch watching television like she so often does. I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was 9:03 PM, meaning that it's not late enough for bed but is late enough for a sense of sluggishness and fatigue to have an influence on our bodies.

From the television came the sound of the show that was being played and hidden behind that was the soft humming of the central air conditioning unit that allowed regulated the room temperature by blowing in warm air. When I started walking, the sound of my feet making contact with the dark wood floor entered the chorus followed with the sound of me laying my body on the open spot on the L shaped couch adjacent to where Loriana was seated at.

”Not going to bed just yet?” Loriana looked over at me.

”Yeah,” I nodded. ”Not that tired just yet.”

”You did sleep for a bit in Alevian's room,” Loriana commented.