I Ended Up Cross-Dressing, My Secret Relationship with a Handsome Guy (BL) - Chapter 6

“Oh? Heading out?”

“Yeah, just for a bit. I’ll be back by tonight.”

“Alright, take care.”

Late Sunday morning, I finally left my house.

The blazing summer sun, the sticky humidity, and the endless cries of cicadas were all aggravating, making my brows knit together unconsciously.

The sky was a brilliant blue, and the sun was mercilessly bright, casting a sharp, dark shadow of me onto the pavement.

I hated summer.

I wasn’t a fan of sitting around at home, making small talk with my parents either.

But if I had to weigh my options between enduring this heat or staying indoors in comfort, the answer was obvious.

My parents knew I hated summer, which was probably why they had given me a curious glance when I decided to leave the house in the middle of the day.

As I trudged forward, the scorching air pressed against my skin.

At this moment, I found my bangs annoying for sticking to my forehead, and my glasses irritating for slipping down my nose from sweat.

“Summer should just disappear…”

Cursing the ever-worsening global climate, I headed toward Kiryu’s house.

Our homes weren’t exactly close—in fact, they were in opposite directions.

A 40-minute walk in this heat would be a death sentence.

So, I hopped on a bus, grateful for the empty seat I found, and pulled out my phone.

No new notifications.

The lock screen still displayed the default wallpaper I never bothered to change.

After unlocking it with face recognition, I tapped on Kiryu’s chat.

The last message from him was from this morning:

“Meet up before noon.”

Nothing after that.

I typed, “Just got on the bus. Be there in about 15 minutes.”

The moment I hit send, the message was instantly marked as read.

My brows furrowed.

“Does this guy have nothing better to do…?”

As I stared at my screen, a sticker popped up—some weird, unfamiliar character.

Then another message followed:

“What do you want for lunch?”

Attached were two photos:

One of instant noodles and the other of frozen pasta.

Without hesitation, I picked the frozen pasta.

Kiryu responded with yet another weird sticker.

“Can’t wait. I’ll be waiting~”

The exact same message he had sent last night.

I felt a tightness in my throat.

But before I could dwell on it—

“I wanna make your lips all plump and glossy.”

“SHUT UP, YOU BALDING IDIOT.”

Any fleeting unease I had felt?

Gone.

After ten more minutes on the bus, I arrived at Kiryu’s stop.

The moment I stepped out, the searing heat hit me like a wall.

The sweat that had finally dried immediately returned, clinging to my skin as I navigated through the quiet, upscale neighborhood, sticking to whatever shaded paths I could find.

Kiryu’s area was a wealthy residential district, filled with massive houses.

I hadn’t noticed much the first time I visited since it had been raining, but on my second visit, I had gotten a good look.

The sheer luxury of it all irritated me.

“Seriously, God gave that guy way too much. Unfair… though, I guess it balances out, considering his hobby is straight-up degenerate.”

After a five-minute walk from the bus stop, I arrived at the towering gate of Kiryu’s house.

I hated intercom cameras—they made me self-conscious about how I looked while standing there.

Even now, I found myself shifting awkwardly as I reached for the button.

“Yeah? Be there in a sec.”

His voice crackled through the speaker, slightly distorted by static.

A moment later, I heard the click of the gate unlocking, and soon enough, Kiryu appeared, gesturing for me to come in.

“Excuse me for intruding.”

“Welcome, and thanks for braving the heat. First things first—hydration and lunch. You must be starving.”

I slipped into guest slippers and followed him inside.

Normally, we’d head straight to his room, but today, he led me to the living room instead.

I tensed slightly, but apparently, his parents were out for work, meaning we had the house to ourselves.

The entire house, from floor to ceiling, reeked of luxury, making me feel out of place as I hesitantly sat on the expensive-looking sofa.

“Carbonara or Napolitan?”

“Carbonara.”

“Alright, I’ll take the Napolitan then.”

As he ripped open the frozen meal packages, I heard the familiar beep of the microwave, followed by the whirr of the machine warming our food.

Kiryu, smiling lazily, pulled two titanium mugs from the cabinet, filled them halfway with ice, and poured barley tea from the fridge.

“Oh, whoops. I poured tea without asking. I also have orange juice. Want that instead?”

“Tea’s fine. Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

The moment I took a sip, the coldness spread through my body.

It was just barley tea—but somehow, in Kiryu’s house, even something so simple tasted luxurious.

We passed the time talking about school and upcoming tests while waiting for the pasta to finish.

Then, side by side, we ate.

Sitting in Kiryu’s house, eating frozen pasta on a Sunday afternoon—

The whole situation felt surreal.

Like a dream.

But when I burned my mouth on a scalding bite of pasta, reality reminded me otherwise.

Now, for the Main Event

Once lunch was over and everything was cleaned up, there was only one thing left to do.

After all, this was the reason I had been summoned in the first place.

This whole meal?

It was just fuel for the battle ahead—at least, from my perspective.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

Kiryu refilled his mug before leading me toward his room.

I had been here plenty of times, so nothing about it surprised me anymore.

But no matter how often I walked through that door, the moment his scent hit me, my heartbeat always stuttered—a reaction I still hadn’t figured out.

“…So, what am I wearing today?”

“Oh? You’re finally getting into this, huh, Saito?”

“Mock me, and I’m leaving.”

“Alright, alright, don’t get mad. Today’s outfit is just… normal.”

“I don’t trust your definition of ‘normal’ at all.”

“No, seriously! Today’s theme is a date look!”

“…A date?”

Images of a boy and a girl walking hand in hand flashed through my mind.

Beyond that, though, I had no clue what a “date outfit” looked like.

I wasn’t interested in those things.

But even I knew that dates involved dressing up, so I supposed it made sense.

“So that’s why you insisted on makeup…”

“Exactly. If you’re gonna cross-dress, the next step has to be makeup! And personally, I prefer soft pink springtime tones over summer looks. So today, I’m going to make you look adorable in that style.”

As Kiryu’s eyes lit up with excitement, my soul practically left my body.

“And the outfit?”

“Here it is!”

He pulled out a knee-length, floral-print dress in soft pastel tones, paired with a white cardigan, matching shoes, and a bag.

My frown deepened.

“…Fine. I’ll change.”

“Good choice~”

At this point, we had gone through this routine so many times that it no longer felt strange.

Or rather—

It was more accurate to say that I was deliberately ignoring the discomfort.

The moment I started thinking too deeply, I’d lose.

So, with that in mind, I silently began changing.

At first, I had no idea how to put on women’s clothing, but lately, I had grown used to it.

And honestly?

That was kind of depressing.

“…Hey, Saito, next time, let’s try adding a bra too—”

“Say another word and I’ll crush your face.”

“Whoa, why the sudden spike in murder intent?”

No matter how short the dress was, Kiryu refused to let me wear tights—a preference he claimed was “for the aesthetic.”

Honestly, what kind of pervert enjoys looking at a guy’s bare legs?

But according to Kiryu, the true appeal of cross-dressing was in how the bones stood out.

I still felt weirdly exposed every time I put on a skirt, but I pulled on the cardigan as if it were armor.

Shoes and a bag could wait until after the photoshoot.

When I glanced at Kiryu, I found him already holding up his phone, camera ready.

“…Oi.”

“You’re seriously too perfect, you know that?”

His voice was practically dripping with admiration.

“You’re already so naturally thin, right? Plus, for a guy, you’re on the shorter side. Your skin’s pale, your features are sensual—oh, and the glasses? They totally add this mysterious vibe. Not to mention, your bangs usually hide your expressions, which just adds another layer of intrigue. Honestly, I thank the universe every day that you’re not running some anonymous cosplay account on social media—because if you were, nobody else in that niche would stand a chance.”

“…Shut the hell up, you degenerate. What about the makeup?”

“Gotta have a ‘before’ shot first.”

“There’s no point. You’re not taking pictures of my face, so don’t even bother.”

With a sigh, I covered his phone camera with my hand, forcing him to reluctantly lower it.

I had no idea what he saw in me, but one thing was clear—

To Kiryu, I was prime material.

I neither liked nor disliked my own face or body.

But Kiryu’s fascination with them was undeniable.

I had looked at myself in the mirror a few times while cross-dressed, but—

At best, I just looked average.

Like some background character from a manga or anime.

No matter what I wore, I was still just me.

So it made sense that my reflection didn’t leave much of an impression.

“Alright, come here. Time for your big transformation.”

“…Just do whatever you want.”

Even though it was only a few steps away, Kiryu grabbed my hand and led me to a chair.

It was comfortable enough, but my feet didn’t quite touch the ground, which was mildly frustrating.

“Okay, taking your glasses off now—aaand let’s pin back these bangs.”

I opened my mouth to protest that I could do it myself, but before I could, he had already removed my glasses.

Instantly, the edges of the world blurred.

I squinted instinctively, my brows knitting together as I tried to force my vision to focus.

“Wow, Saito, you look like a total criminal right now.”

“Yeah, well, not everyone has perfect vision. Without my glasses, everything’s just a mess of blurry lights. Rainy days are the worst—walking outside feels like being trapped inside a damn light show. Also, the moon looks ridiculously huge.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Kiryu raised a hand, two fingers extended.

I hesitated.

“…Two?”

“Wrong. It’s one.”

“Go to hell.”

Kiryu’s touch was surprisingly careful as he worked.

I followed his instructions, closing my eyes as he applied whatever products he had prepared.

I knew next to nothing about makeup.

But after watching that tutorial video last night, I had taken an interest.

I even checked out a few more videos from the same creator.

It was fascinating, watching how a few precise strokes could completely change a person’s appearance.

I hadn’t understood a single thing about the techniques, but—

For some reason, learning about it had been kind of fun.

I had even started to look forward to seeing how I would turn out.

I was such an idiot.

Because what I should have done was ask more questions beforehand.

What I should have done was confirm exactly how much Kiryu knew about makeup.

Because who could have guessed that the guy who had been so confident about “making me cute” actually knew absolutely nothing?

That this overly self-assured bastard had only watched the tutorial ONCE and assumed that makeup was just about “applying stuff until it looks right”?

“ARE YOU ACTUALLY STUPID?!”

Ten minutes into the makeover, I snapped.

And for good reason.

Because my face—

Looked absolutely ridiculous.

“B-But girls always make it look so easy when they do it! I thought I could just wing it too…”

“You think that kind of technique is something you can just pick up overnight, you MORON?! God, my skin feels like it’s suffocating! Where’s the bathroom? I need to wash this off NOW.”

For once, even Kiryu looked guilty, his shoulders visibly slumped.

“…This way.”

He led me to the sink, handing me a bottle of makeup remover.

I flipped it over, scanning the instructions.

When I finally looked in the mirror, my slightly blurred reflection showed a face that looked like—

A Halloween clown.

Or a failed art project.

A heavy sigh escaped me as I followed the proper removal steps, scrubbing my face clean.

Just as I patted my skin dry, Kiryu wordlessly handed me a towel.

“…Sorry.”

I glanced up.

For once, Kiryu looked genuinely remorseful.

I hadn’t even known he could make a face like that.

Letting out another deep sigh, I considered my options.

“…Aren’t there beginner-friendly makeup tutorials?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you clearly can’t just pull off advanced techniques on your first try. There must be tutorials meant for beginners. Let’s start with those.”

“…You’re not mad?”

His voice sounded so weak, like a kicked puppy, that I actually laughed a little.

“At this point, what’s the use? You never back down once you’ve set your mind on something. So instead of letting you keep messing up, I’d rather just be the test subject from the start.”

I knew exactly what I was doing.

If I had really wanted to stop all of this, I could have used this as an excuse to cut ties and walk away.

And yet—

Once again, my mouth had moved on its own.

“We still have time, right? Let’s find a tutorial to follow. But in exchange, no photos today. I don’t like being photographed in the first place.”

Even without my glasses, I could see Kiryu’s grin.

“Got it. Thanks, Saito.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“By the way, this setup kinda feels like a girlfriend removing her makeup in front of her boyfriend. Super hot.”

“Drop dead, you absolute trash.”