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Jerome
"(Hakihaki... Wasa!) Phew... Is this how it's done? Are you ready to go out?"
After putting on socks by layering them to match the shoe size, I brush up my hair. Then, I look in the mirror to make sure everything looks fine.
Yeah, the amount of hair is ridiculous. Somehow, after becoming a woman, my hair turned into long curls. Not the neatly arranged curls in one direction, but they bounce around as they please, giving off a 'Wassaa!' feeling. So, my first impression of myself as a woman was that of a muscular Amazon.
"Well, this should be fine. I just need to go to the home center to buy food and the gas mask filters I forgot to buy the other day."
No matter how much I tried to smooth down the stubborn curls by stroking them, they refused to behave, so I decided to go out as is. I'm wearing a black motorcycle jacket and jeans. Yeah, black, so I won't stand out too much. If a macho, Amazon-like figure like me strolled through the town, it would surely attract some strange attention. I'll quickly finish my errands and come back.
And then, I don't know when I'll lose consciousness again and turn back into a man. So, today, I decided to skip the bike and head to the home center on foot and by bus.
[Gyagya...]
So, I arrived at the home center. During the day, the home center is not crowded with customers, which is perfect for me, who doesn't want to attract much attention right now.
"Oh, there it is. I need this. My dungeon smells bad with the stench of monkey poop and stink bugs. Yeah, I should buy a bit more, just in case."
[(Jii~~)]
With the replacement gas mask filter in hand, I wander around to see if there's anything else I want.
"Oh, this purple metallic big crowbar... I should definitely get this color with Longinus in mind! No, but this one looks good too. Should I get this too?"
[(Jii~~)]
"Ah... this is getting annoying! What's up with that guy...!?"
Since I entered the home center, I've been followed by a suspicious foreigner. His skin is tan, and he has a Middle Eastern vibe. Despite being slender, he has a sturdy build typical of foreigners. Such a suspicious foreigner with a slender yet sharply defined face has been following me the whole time.
But even if it's annoying, I won't suddenly throw a right straight while turning around. Maybe there's some reason for him to follow me. Perhaps he's wondering whether he should tell me something like, [Your zipper is open].
So, after confirming that the zipper of my jeans is securely closed, I turn around and address the suspicious foreigner.
"...Do you need something?"
"Oh! What, something wrong?"
"No, I'm just troubled by you weirdly following me."
"Oh! Яш☆∥Д...!"
"I don't really understand. Even broken Japanese is fine, just speak in Japanese."
Upon that, the suspicious foreigner introduced himself as [Jerome from Pakistan]. He confessed that the reason he had been following me was because he really wanted to invite me for tea.
"Oh, wow... What's with this guy, he's something else."
He intended to pick up someone like me—a muscular Amazon—as if he were hitting on me. Finding it somewhat amusing, I proposed, [If it's just for a meal, I'll go with you. So, what's your treat?]. Surprisingly, Jerome gladly accepted the offer with a wide grin.
"Oh, the world is vast. There are people with unique tastes."
Well, if he's treating me to a meal, I can spare some time. After finishing the shopping, Jerome and I promptly headed to the food court inside the home center.
"Here, please! Here, please!"
"Hey, don't rush so much."
Perhaps he wanted to get me seated before I changed my mind, Jerome hurriedly found an available seat and gestured for me to sit.
"Yes, Sandra. Please sit here (scoot)."
"Great, but don't worry too much about that (toss)."
Then, in a gentlemanly manner, Jerome pulled out a resin chair for me. However, it was quite out of place. That kind of thing is only appropriate in fancy restaurants; otherwise, it just looks awkward.
In the midst of the conversation, I was asked my name, so I casually introduced myself as Sandra. The reason was that Jung in Jerome's name clashed with mine, and I couldn't think of any other suitable name. By the way, Sandra is a name that often comes up when you let the game auto-generate a female character.
"Sandra, Oaidakite, totemo kouee desu! Anata, beri byuti ho!"
"Yeah, yeah, thanks. But let's eat quickly. I'll go for the biggest steak set at PeppoCo Lunch!"
And so, Jerome and I had lunch at the food court. Listening to his story, I learned that Jerome is a foreigner who works on demolishing houses and buildings. He was at the home center to buy new work clothes and gloves. He also mentioned that his job is dangerous, but he's working hard to send money to his family.
Hearing such a story, I started feeling guilty for letting him treat me to a meal. Even though I didn't deceive him intentionally, I felt a bit uneasy. So, I secretly taught him the Slime's Soft Touch Attack technique, saying, [If you train in the dungeon, your body might feel a bit better.]. To this, he responded with joy, saying, [Thank you for caring about my body!].
Well, I also learned from Jerome about the discomfort of being followed by a man and the pleasant feeling of being treated like a beautiful woman.
But if Jerome were to find out that the Amazon-like figure is actually a man, he would probably be shocked. However, since he was genuinely excited, he said, [I was very lucky to have a meal with a beautiful woman today!]. I'll keep that to myself.
Well, in any case, be careful and do your best at work, Jerome!
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