I Ended Up Cross-Dressing, My Secret Relationship with a Handsome Guy (BL) - Chapter 5

I had expected to spend my Saturday night like any other ordinary weekend, but an incident changed everything.

No—technically, the actual incident would happen on Sunday, but the trigger was pulled Saturday night.

And, of course, the culprit was Kiryu.

An Unexpected Message

There weren’t many rules when it came to our photoshoots—just two:

1. 1. No pictures of my face

1. 1. Minimal interaction at school

That was it.

There was no official rule about not doing photoshoots on weekends, but—

That idea had never even crossed my mind.

Kiryu, however, had other plans.

At some point in the evening, my phone buzzed with a short, direct message from Kiryu:

“Come over tomorrow.”

Attached to the message was a photo—a flowy, obviously feminine dress.

Matching shoes and a bag were also in the frame, as if he had coordinated the entire outfit in advance.

But that wasn’t even the real problem.

The real issue was the next message.

“I want to try makeup too.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

A second photo soon followed—this time, a selfie of Kiryu holding an entire makeup set.

Even without filters, his ridiculously good-looking face remained flawless.

Normally, I might have begrudgingly acknowledged his natural beauty, but right now—

That was NOT the point!

Fuming, I slammed my finger onto the call button.

“Hello?”

“Are you INSANE?!”

“Ahaha, knew you’d react like that.”

“THAT IS NOT A GOOD THING! What the hell do you mean makeup?! This was NEVER part of the deal!”

I lowered my voice, trying not to shout too loudly into the phone.

“I just decided on it now.”

“I thought your thing was just cross-dressing! Since when did it turn into full-blown makeup?!”

“I always planned to try it eventually. But then, when I was looking through your photos the other day, I thought—‘I want to see Saito in an even cuter look.’**”

“…You’re disgusting.”

“Wow, hearing you call me disgusting over the phone too? That’s kinda exciting.”

“You’re an absolute pervert.”

At this point, I already knew—

When Kiryu got like this, he was unstoppable.

No matter what I said, he’d twist my words or wear me down until I gave in.

But I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

I didn’t want this.

I was a guy.

I had zero interest in cross-dressing.

I was only going along with Kiryu’s nonsense to keep him from getting even weirder—and now he wanted to put makeup on me too?!

That was crossing the line.

“…Even if you put makeup on me, I’m not letting you take pictures. What’s the point?”

“For my personal enjoyment.”

A long silence stretched between us.

I opened my mouth to argue, but—

What was even the point?

“…Guys don’t even wear makeup.”

“Oh? You really don’t know? Plenty of guys wear makeup these days. Here, look at this.”

I heard the clacking of keys, followed by mouse clicks.

Seconds later, a message popped up on my screen.

Kiryu had sent me a link.

I had a bad feeling, but I clicked on it anyway.

A short makeup tutorial video began playing—

The transformation was insane.

By the end of it, the guy barely looked like the same person.

It was so extreme I wondered if he had changed his nationality along with his gender.

My jaw dropped.

“See? Amazing, right? That’s why we’re doing it tomorrow.”

“TOMORROW?! WITH THIS?!”

“Even cuter than this.”

“…And you’re the one doing it?”

“Obviously.”

And just like that, the call ended.

Kiryu didn’t even give me a chance to argue.

As I stared blankly at my phone, another message appeared.

“Can’t wait. 😊”

Some random, disgustingly cute sticker accompanied the text.

A vein twitched on my forehead.

Teeth clenched, I furiously typed out every insult I could think of—

Only to hesitate before hitting send.

In the end, I deleted everything and left his message on read.

Then, I threw my phone onto my bed in frustration.

Back to Reality

“Yukiho, go take a bath!”

Hearing my mother’s voice call from downstairs, I let out a deep sigh.

I could hear her footsteps climbing the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

Rising from my chair, I made my way toward the living room.

Unlike Kiryu’s luxurious mansion, my house was an ordinary home—

No fancy decorations, no extravagant furniture.

The only thing that stood out was the various plants my mother loved, which filled the space with a cozy, natural atmosphere.

Sitting on the sofa, my mother folded laundry, while my father—fresh out of the bath—helped.

Unlike some traditional households, my father was actively involved in housework, so this scene was completely normal.

With a white towel draped around his neck, the lingering steam rising from his arms made it clear he had just stepped out of the bath.

“Can I get my pajamas?”

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

I took the T-shirt and shorts I had been using as pajamas for years and headed to the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I stripped off my clothes.

I liked taking baths.

I had a habit of overthinking things—

And most of the time, my thoughts weren’t exactly positive.

But the moment I stepped into the hot water, everything faded away.

For a little while, I could just relax.

Sinking into the tub, I let out a slow exhale.

With my overgrown bangs pushed back, I let the warm water engulf my shoulders, allowing the heat to seep into my muscles.

Even in summer, I never skipped my long baths.

By the time I got out, my entire body was thoroughly warmed, and the moment the fan hit my skin, a familiar sense of relief washed over me.

And then, reality hit.

Sitting right in front of me was a blue-packaged bottle of body cream.

It didn’t belong to my parents.

It was mine.

And no—I didn’t buy it because of dry skin.

I only had one reason for purchasing it.

“…Damn it. Why the hell did I even buy this…?!”

Muttering curses under my breath, I twisted the cap open and poured a small amount of lotion into my palm.

And yet—

Despite my frustration, I still spread it across my skin.

The irony of my actions wasn’t lost on me.

The warmed cream glided over my skin, absorbing into the heat of my body.

I had bought this the day after my first photoshoot with Kiryu.

I knew it was pointless.

No matter how much I did this, it wouldn’t change anything.

I understood how meaningless and empty this habit was.

And yet—

Every night, after my bath, I still rubbed the cream onto my skin.

And tonight—

I would probably secretly use my mother’s toner again too.

Kiryu was “normal.”

He and I were not the same.

But still—

I wanted to be something of value to him.

Even just a little.