Lastly, I needed a loose male outfit and some cloth to bind my chest, because I wasn’t wearing the body-shaping vest that had been used to conceal my figure.

I looked at Pelos, who wore a loose sports top covered in patches. Every single stitch seemed to be filled with love, reminding me of my time in Noah City and the pair of cloth shoes that Arsenal had made for me.

I said, “Give me your clothes.”

“Okay!” Pelos immediately took his top off for me.

I looked at Sis Shirley, saying, “I need some cloth. I have to bind my body tightly.”

Sis Shirley’s gaze immediately landed on my boobs. She understood and shouted, “All the boys! Turn around and...