Oyaji Kanojo Chapter 4

Hmm. Being hara.s.sed like that is also part of being a woman, huh.

Well, this is a hospital so various things can happen.

I’m sure this kind of thing wouldn’t happen in school.

I was looking at my face from several angles with a hand mirror when a nurse entered my room.

“Thank goodness you’re finally awake. Onee-san is really worried, you know? Let me check your temperature now.”

As she said that, the nurse took out a thermometer.

Uooh. She is so pretty.

A woman this beautiful is actually approaching me without any caution.

I’m really thankful that my appearance changed.

This is normal, right. Yeah yeah.

The nurse put the thermometer in my armpit.

It was a bit chilly, so I unintentionally let out a shriek.

Mn. I felt it was so cute even though it was my own voice.

“Oono-san, you’re really beautiful. You must be popular at school, right? Even your skin is very pretty. Aaah, I also want to be a highschooler again~”

Uooh. No matter how I see it, this beautiful Onee-san is only 25-26 years old. To think she actually said something like that to me……

Amazing. This got me more excited than those p.o.r.n videos.

The thermometer rang just as my breathing got wild.

The nurse said that I was fine after checking the thermometer.

Regrettably, she waved her hand afterwards and walked out of the room.

No, this is good! After becoming a girl, women won’t be cautious of me ever again.

While being groped by some suspicious guy feel annoying, not getting disgusted look from women is more than enough compensation.

Women was always avoiding me in my whole life ever since primary school. I’m so glad to be alive now!

Ah, I already died though.

In that case, I feel glad to have been born again.

Moreover, I’m really pretty no matter how you look at it.

I wonder what would be the reaction of my juniors at the dojo if I showed them that I have become like this? Alright, I will pay them a visit later, then.

I was reading a newspaper when the woman who called herself ‘Okaa-san’ came back to my room.

That’s right. This is my mother, huh. What a beautiful woman.

Of course I’m very okay to have a mother like this.

“Come on, Nacchan. We are going to leave the hospital so change your clothes. Oh my? It sure is rare for you to read economic newspaper. Is there something wrong?”

Hah? Obviously it’s to have a conversation with the client, that’s why I read economic newspaper everyday.

Ah, right. I became a girl. It surely is strange for a high school girl to read economic newspaper.

“Nothing at all. I just wanted to read something. Which clothes should I wear?”

Okaa-san took out a dress from the bag and handed it over to me.

For some reason the hem was fluttering.

How great. So I’m going to wear this. I’m a bit excited.

When I took of my s.h.i.+rt, a small yet excellently shaped breast was exposed.

Hoo. So the nipples are pink. Amazing. This is my first time seeing the breast of a high school girl with my own eyes.

It was soft and springy when I tried to touch it. Furthermore, it felt good.

It was like something ran through my spine.

“Come on, quickly put on your bra. Don’t tell me, you are going to go out with no bra? Fufufu~”

I tried to put on the bra she handed over.

It was pink and in the middle there was a small, red ribbon.

Eh? Attaching it to my breast is kinda hard. Did I do something wrong with the hook?

“What’s wrong, Nacchan? Didn’t I have taught properly you how to put on a bra? Just bow down for now.”

Okaa-san pushed my head downwards.

She undid the hook of the bra, scooped it from the bottom and twined it to my breast, then put her hand inside the bra.

An extremely pleasant feeling ran through my body as she touched my nipple.

Amazing. So breast feel this good. This is simply too much!

Okaa-san brought my breast higher and then pulled out her hands.

For some reason my breast felt bigger than before.

I see, if the bra is this tight it’s basically like using a pad.

Hrm. With this, my nipples won’t feel ticklish when it get in contact with the clothes.

Afterwards I wore the dress and put on a cardigan.

I checked myself with the hand mirror. Good, it looked very fitting.

For women to be beautiful by dressing up like this, it’s enviable.

No, aren’t I an extraordinary beauty? Uhihi.

After bidding farewell at the nurse station, we walked to the car in the parking lot.

Okaa-san opened the door of a Lexus LS and got into the driver seat.

Awesome, so we are pretty rich? Okaa-san tilted her head when she noticed my mouth was agape in shock.

Not good. I instinctively get excited when seeing this expensive car.

After all, what I used to drive was only a secondhand car.

d.a.m.n it. Even I wanted to drive a Lexus, you know.

A leather seat wrapped my body as I sat in the a.s.sistant driver position.

s.h.i.+t, what a good feeling!

What the heck with this! I worked diligently for 14 years and only got to drive a secondhand car!

Why the heck a housewife like you can drive a Lexus LS!

“Is there something wrong? You have been strange since a while ago, looking around restlessly.”

“K-Kaa-san, why are we riding a Lexus? And it’s new to boot.”

“Why you ask, it because last year we replaced the BMW with this?”

BMW? Before Lexus was BMW? What kind of bourgeouis are you guys? d.a.m.n it!

I touched the s.h.i.+ft k.n.o.b.

s.h.i.+t, how nice. I also want to drive this……

“Ah, that’s true. Because I hit my head, somehow I can’t remember various things. Umm, what was Otou-san’s job again?”

“What you ask, it is obviously a lawyer? What are you saying. Fufufufu~”

Lawyer!? So it’s lawyer, huh…..

He sure can buy anything. Be it BMW or Lexus.

s.h.i.+t. Behind the scene, society sure has caste.

After riding the car for around 20 minutes, we entered a residential area.

It was relatively near with the apartment I lived in before.

I have some familiarity with this area.

We stopped in front of a gigantic house with 4 cars in its garage.

It occupied about 350 m2 of land.

We entered the house. And after pa.s.sing a 5 meters wide pathway, we arrived at a ridiculously big living room.

It was huge, at the very least more than 40 tatamis.

Even the television was large. It differs by a digit with my 32-inch one.

When I saw this kind of television in the electronic store, I always wondered whether someone can actually buy it. So the people who can buy it do exist after all, huh.

No, wait. I’m now their daughter.

So these a.s.sets will naturally be mine! That must be so.

I became the elite of the society!

My face is beautiful, and I’m also an elite, it’s the best!

Can life be this good? Ah, right, I died already.

“Come now, stop looking around restlessly. Why don’t you bring back your luggage back to your room?”

“Umm, where is my room again?”

Okaa-san grasped my hand with a worried face.

“Are you really okay? Does it still hurt somewhere?”

“Mn. I don’t feel hurt anywhere, but my memories is somehow fuzzy. I feel like I can’t remember various things.”

“Is that so….. Most likely they will come back to you little by little. There is no need to be in a hurry. Your room is in the second floor.”

I climbed up the stair in the living room.

Stair in the living room….. so this is the so called atrium, huh.

Amazing….. what a luxurious house.

I reached the second floor and opened the door with a Natsumi name on it.

I wasn’t really sure about the part with the bra, not my fault I never learn how to put on a bra…..

Feel free to correct me on that if you think I really was wrong.