The Navigator (1/15) Prologue

The Navigator (1/15) Prologue

"She" was signaling with her eyes.

She was signaling to the beautiful girl beside her.

The beautiful girl had an appearance that was more inorganic than unsociable.

The two of them are wearing matching uniforms.

A cream-colored vest with a red ribbon, a clean white shirt, and a pleated miniskirt with a cold-colored checkered pattern.

The girls were carrying large school bags on their shoulders.

Navy blue socks and sneakers.

And healthy, flabby thighs were sticking out of their miniskirt.

In short, they are the girls of "nowadays".

　The population density in the cramped train was increasing. It had become so crowded that "the poor victim could stand to the next station even if that person was unconscious.

The girl's body, which is clearly more stunted than that of girls her age, is wrapped in a cute uniform.

　"She" noticed something strange. It had been a while since the train had left the previous station.

　In this crowded situation, it is unavoidable that one passenger's body will be somewhat hit by another passenger's body.

　However, the movement of the "someone's hand" was clearly suspicious.

　The "someone's hand" kept rubbing her ass, which was unreliably covered by her skirt.

　The excuse of "my hand slipped" by criminals is no longer acceptable.

　The movement of the hand was strangely familiar, even occasionally stroking up along the crack of her ass.

　Each time, she stifled a scream of "Heee! 

　However, the movements of the "someone's hand" escalated.

Finally, it lifted up her short skirt, which only covered her thighs, and came to touch her panties directly.

　"Crack!"The sound echoed.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow! What are you doing?"

　Unexpectedly, a man who looked like a businessman behind him screamed across the feeble-looking young man.

"Please don't."

　The beautiful girl says coldly.

　As people were ejected from the train at the next station, "she," "beautiful girl," and the businessman-looking man walked out onto the station platform together.

　The man, who looked like a businessman, was shouting something that no one could understand.

　He must have sensed the deadly danger of this situation.

"No! It wasn't me! I didn't do it!"

　The passengers around them walked towards the ticket gate in unison to avoid getting involved.

"How can I help you?"

　There was a shouting match between the station attendant and a man who looked like a businessman.

He said, "What if I'm falsely accused of molestation and you waste my life! "I'll sue you for defamation! etc.

　However, on the smartphone that the "beautiful girl" held out to her, along with the distinctive buttons on the man's hand, the moment when he stroked and rubbed her skirt around her buttocks and even stuck his hand inside her skirt was playing.

The man, confronted with conclusive evidence, slumped to the ground in despair.

　"She" and "Beautiful Girl" leave the station in their matching uniforms.

　The girls' school bags were swaying with animal-like accessories, their hair ornaments were cute, and their lip gloss was shining.

　One had long hair that reached her back, giving her an innocent look, and the other had a short cut. If they had been wearing elegant knee-length uniforms instead of miniskirts, they would have both looked like deep-water ladies.

"...After all, we couldn't convict him."

"Well, this time we'll just have to live with it."

　She was all smiles. She didn't seem to have much mental damage from the daring molestation.

　We can't make him a criminal," because the "victim," the "she," left the scene without revealing herself.

"I don't think the average man would commute to work in that body and uniform."

"Yes."

　Their conversation continued as they passed through the station gates with their "commuter passes" instead of their "school passes".

"It's dangerous and I don't recommend it."

"But it was okay, right?"

　My name is Nachi Kanayikari.

　I'm a respectable twenty-five year old man.

　The "beautiful girl" in uniform here is my partner, but things are a bit complicated.

　She has a "name" in case you were wondering, and her ID is made up as "Nene Nakarai". I usually call her "Nene".

　As you can see, I have the ability to transform.

　But it is a limited one.

　To put it bluntly, I can be a "woman".

　I can also manipulate my age to a great extent.

　I haven't had it medically examined, but I suspect that while I am a "woman," my internal organs are also female.

　When I'm transforming into a woman, I have female genitals and a vagina, so I must have a uterus, and my breasts must have mammary glands running through them.

　I think I'm a woman, at least when it comes to "sensitivity".

　My job is a very mundane office job. I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. I've never had one.

　Sometimes I enjoy stimulating my boring days by commuting to work in the form of the opposite sex, like this. But today is the first time I've done so. I'm thinking of doing so from now on.

　If I were on my own, I wouldn't do such a dangerous thing, but I had my trusty partner Nene next to me.

　She told me that she was not human, but an android.

　Maybe she just says so herself, but at any rate, she never sleeps and keeps an eye on me, and she's always willing to help me with this hobby.

　She showed no sign of emotion at all, and once ran away from me in a "princess hug" when I was about to get tangled up downtown, and beat up a thug.

　I looked around and made sure that no one had seen me.

Then I went into the multipurpose restroom of the convenience store closest to my office, which was accessible to physically challenged people in wheelchairs, and locked the door.

　I then hurriedly took off my schoolgirl uniform.

　Nene deftly pulled out a 50 cm square rug from her luggage.

　I quickly took off my sneakers, and as I struggled with my long legs, I took off my dark blue socks and went barefoot.

　At this point, I was deeply moved by the feeling of my knees grabbing onto my stout chest.

　I left my school bag with Nene, pulled the ribbon out of my head through my long hair, took off my vest and removed my skirt.

　A healthy skin tone is exposed.

　I unfasten the opposite button as the man, and pull my arm out.

　A pure white bra appeared, and I dexterously slipped my arms behind my back to remove it.

"...hmm..."

　The tightness of my breasts is released.

　A pair of shapely breasts appeared, still with room to grow, though they were probably on the stunted side for someone her age.

　Nene said in a whispering voice.

"Please hurry. We're almost late."

"All right.All right."

　Kanaikari deftly pulls her panties down her legs. She was now completely naked.

　At the same time, Nene hands me a masculine pants. The naked beauty wears manly pants that don't suit her sexy female body.

　And then...

　The masculine pants that had been taut and puffy soon became bony and bulging in the front.

　The shapely, upturned tumescent breasts were concave and had become a man's breastplate.

　Her waist, which had been thin and narrow, lost its neckline, and her long hair, which used to reach her back, receded into ordinary short hair.

　Kanaikari had become completely male.

　I changed into a white shirt, business shirt, pants and belt as Nene handed me a change of clothes. I changed into my suit, black socks, leather shoes, and tie.

　For all intents and purposes, he was an ordinary businessman-looking man.

"What do you say, Nene? How about you give me a shot?"

"I don't mind, but we're going to be late."

"...I guess so."

　After carefully looking around, Nene in her "girl's school uniform" left the restroom one step ahead of him.

　A little later, Kanaikari came out carrying a black leather bag.

　He bought a pack of gum at the convenience store as a courtesy for letting him use the restroom, and started walking briskly toward his office a short distance away.

　Nene followed him, trying not to be noticed by the people around her.

　No one in the company, or even his family, friends, or one of his acquaintances, knew that he had this peculiar constitution and hobby.