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As I adjusted to life in my male body, I found solace in spending time with Jonathan. He was kind-hearted, but occasionally, I noticed him staring at me, even when I was in my own room. It made me feel uneasy.
Jonathan would often find reasons to be in my room, making excuses when confronted about it. He would casually say it's a new game, trying to cover up the fact that he had been secretly watching me. It was disconcerting, and I wanted to address it.
One day, while walking down the street, I caught sight of a beautiful dress in a store. It captivated me, but as a man, I felt societal pressure not to wear women's clothing. The fear of judgment and negative reactions held me back from embracing my true desires. Little did I know that Jonathan had noticed my gaze, and I wondered what he thought.
Later on, I found a mysterious dress sent to me. Even though it was beautiful, I hesitated to wear it due to the social stigma attached to it. I worried about facing judgment, potential violence, or being ostracized. Being a man, I felt torn between expressing myself authentically and conforming to societal expectations.
A group of boys began tormenting a young woman named Erina, snatching away her doll and taunting her. From the top of a nearby tree, I watched helplessly, wishing I could intervene without disrupting the story. Suddenly, Jonathan rushed to her defense, confronting the bullies and standing up for Erina, even though he knew he might not win the fight.
I couldn't just stand by and watch any longer. Stealthily, I made my way towards the boys, determined to put an end to the situation before it escalated further.
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After the confrontation, I shouted at the boys, warning them to leave. As they retreated, I turned my attention to Jonathan, who was recovering from his injuries.
"Why did you step in? You didn't have to," I said, concerned for his well-being.
Jonathan sat up, wiping his mouth. "I couldn't stand by and watch someone in need of help," he replied earnestly. "I want to become a true gentleman, someone who protects those they care about, regardless of gender."
I realized that this unexpected turn of events had deviated from the original storyline. It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Erina and Jonathan to develop a friendship and support each other. I silently applauded my decision.
As Jonathan left, Erina picked up his bloody handkerchief, a memory of his bravery and kindness. I approached her, holding the broken doll pieces together, as if mending a torn dress. Ultimately, the doll was beyond repair.
"I'm sorry," I said, crossing my arms. "I know it was difficult for you to face those boys. But for now, they should leave you alone."
Erina blushed and looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she softly replied.
Realizing I hadn't properly introduced myself, I smiled and said, "I'm Y/n L/n. It's a pleasure to meet you, Erina."
Erina blushed even more, unable to maintain direct eye contact. "I'm Erina Pendleton," she nervously responded, her voice barely above a whisper.
With a warm smile, I expressed my gratitude for the encounter. "It was nice to meet you, Erina, but I should get going now," I said, preparing to leave.
Erina's emotions overwhelmed her, and she couldn't bear the thought of me leaving so soon. "Wait, please don't go!" she pleaded, desperately trying to keep me from walking away. However, she noticed that I had already set off in the direction Jonathan had gone.
Erina found herself experiencing intense and confusing emotions towards me. She felt a strong desire to possess and protect me, struggling to process these newfound feelings. However, she recognized the importance of maintaining healthy boundaries and navigating her emotions in a respectful manner.
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Yandere Jjba Part One
FanfictionThe reader is a girl who's stuck in JJBA. She's now in a male body. She knows the story, and an angel is willing to help her. The angel will tell her what's going on.