Heroine Michael

On the bed, the man steals the woman's lips, and she accepts it, entwining their tongues. She gazes at the man who is desperate, pinning her down like a wild beast, with her round and moist eyes like a small animal. She wraps her arms around the back of his head, intertwines her legs around his shaking hips, and now she takes the initiative to kiss. A man and a woman in love. A harmonious married couple. However, there was a big secret between the two that was different from an ordinary couple.

In order to uncover what that secret is, we must go back in time, follow the chronology, and talk to the individuals involved.

My name is Michael Brown, I'm 10 years old. My grades are above average, and I'm a member of the band club, though I don't participate all that actively. My main daytime activity is volunteering in the community. I love helping people, picking up trash in the area, and taking care of children and the elderly.

A typical, quiet middle school student - that's probably what adults who don't know anything about me would think. However, I have a big secret. Several times a month, I switch bodies with a girl.

Her name is Susan. She's my classmate and quite a good student. She plays the piano but is not particularly passionate about it. From the outside, she looks like a cheerful and cute ordinary girl. But, she can cast one kind of magic.

That is, she can switch bodies with me whenever she likes. I once asked her if she could switch with someone else, but apparently, the magic only works with the first person you decide to switch with. When I asked her why she chose me, she said it was because she wanted to try being a boy, but needed someone harmless so she wouldn't have trouble later.

She tends to switch bodies with me specifically on her period days and days when she has tests in subjects she's not good at. Without showing any displeasure, I endured the days of her period and studied hard to score high on the tests.

One day, she asked me, "Why are you okay with taking on my burdens?" When I answered, "I like helping people," she told me, "You're pervert, aren't you?"

A pervert, indeed, I might be. While I love serving others, the extent of it likely deviates significantly from the societal average. After all, whenever I can make someone happy, I get an erection, even if it has nothing to do with anything sexual. The more someone is in trouble, the more I want to help.

My weekend volunteer activities are, in the end, solely for satisfying my own sexual gratification. At night, I get drunk on the pleasure of my good deeds and pleasure myself.

Even when we switch bodies, I savor the pain of her menstrual cramps deep down, imagining how relieved she must feel.

I'm aware that if this perverse mentality were discovered, I'd be despised by both her and society at large, much like a hairy caterpillar. So, I've made sure not to show any signs of my pleasure.

I also had one resolution. Given my peculiar sexual inclinations, I'd probably never get married. I definitely wouldn't be able to build a good family. Despite harboring a desire to have a family of my own, I was prepared to live out a lonely life.

The body switching with her began in our 6th grade of elementary school and continued until our 3rd year of middle school. But once we entered high school and went to different schools, the body swapping completely stopped, and I sealed those memories deep within my heart.

After that, I suppressed my desire to have a job helping others, graduated from the economics department of a prestigious university to meet my parents' expectations, and became a banker. In today's society, where many people can't find jobs they love, I'm sure my position is envied.

But my heart was drying up. This isn't the life I wanted. Right now, I'm pretending to be ordinary, but one day, this false life will likely fall apart.

Despair was ruling my heart. Until that day came.