The Struggle of a Young TS Yuki-Onna. Chapter 4-5

Chapter 4: My Mom is a Yuki-Onna!?

(TN: I should probably state. Yuki-Onna which translates as snow woman. I don’t know how to describe this in English, but maybe snow fairy, or snow spirit if you don’t want to google it.)

I didn’t know what to say.

My mother is a Yuki Onna? What is he talking about?

“Like in the folktale?”

And they got together. . .? 

Like a lumberjack who nearly freezes is saved by a snow Yuki Onna. And as she unfreezes him they talk and fall in love. Then they live happily ever after. Something akin to that?

“Yes, she is a Yuki Onna.”

“. . . .”

My father continued regardless of my absolute bewilderment.

“Your mother is supposed to visit you soon after you turn 14. And depending on your situation, may take you home.”

I examined my father’s face.

I haven’t finished my work, so he hasn’t drunk yet. And when my dad drinks his face turns red. 

But it isn’t. Maybe this is just a birthday prank.

“. . .Okay, clever joke, Dad. Haha.”

I simply laughed and tried to brush it off.

I was waiting for my father’s facade to break, and then just laugh it off.

However, he was steadfast.

“I’m sorry, but this is not a joke.”

He firmly said.

“B-but, I was told mom died in a traffic accident. . .”

“I told you when the time comes I’ll let you know. But I never said she died. Perhaps Yukiya heard some rumors from our neighbors. However she never died. Wouldn’t you think we would have a shrine or a gravestone?”

That’s true. There is no shrine nor grave. But still, I believed I would never meet her.

This is earth shattering. Not only am I going to meet her, but she is a snow woman? That doesn’t make sense.

“Mom is a Yuki Onna?! Who would believe that?”

That’s ridiculous. A Yuki Onna only appears in old fashioned children’s stories.

“Well it’s natural you won’t believe me. However I have proof of your lineage. . .”

My father crossed his arms.

“Yukiya, you don’t handle the summer well, do you? You are always exhausted and need to spend time in an air conditioned room.”

“W-well, whatever. I simply like the winter.”

“You also hate hot baths. Every time I take a bath after you, the water is always lukewarm. I need to constantly use the re-heating function.”

“Uuuh. . .”

I can’t refute that. I hate hot baths.

But I have an example on why I don’t like them. Two years ago during a school trip in elementary school. I took a bath with my classmates in Kyoto. During that time I lost consciousness. Fortunately my good friend Tomonori helped me and nursed me back to health. But those baths are unreasonably hot, well a lot of baths are. I can only get around with lukewarm water.

“And you can’t handle hot food-”

“Okay, Okay. I get it. I’m not good with hot things.”

“That’s a sign of your mother’s heritage.”

“. . .No, that’s not real proof. Besides, how could a human like dad even get together with a Yuki Onna?”

“Ah, that.”

My father slapped his knee and gave a nostalgic look.

“The day I met your Mother, is a day I will never forget. It was a year before you were born, 12 years ago. . .”

(I’m 14 years old. . .Did he forget?)

He said he wouldn’t forget, but he can’t even get the year right.

“At that time, I was climbing the mountain when a terrible blizzard appeared.”

“A blizzard?”

“Yes. I was in university at the time, and a part of a mountaineering group. Our goal was to climb Hyosei mountain. Which we were able to accomplish, however on my way down from the mountain, a snowstorm appeared and separated me from the party. Trying to survive I built a small snow cave and tried to wait out the storm. It was there, a girl in a white kimono found me, claiming to be a Yuki Onna.”

This the first time I’m hearing any of this. I know my father went to a university in Tokyo. However I never heard about a mountaineering group, climbing Hyosei mountain, being caught in a disaster, and being found by a young woman. . .

“That young woman was your mother. Your mother helped me at my most perilous time. Not just with her physical help, but emotional as well. She was so kind and sweet.”

My father’s voice suddenly went up, as he got drunk on nostalgia.

“Your mother was a cute girl. . .Maybe it was because we were both young, our feelings eventually became mutual.”

He was looking wistfully at the ceiling as he entered his delusions.

“Ah, we started dating. And on the third date, by a frozen pond, for the first time, we-.”

“Okay, dad. I get it.”

We were having a serious discussion, I can’t have him going into a weird state.

“Anyways, why are you telling me all this now?”

“Ah, there were a lot of various reasons I wasn’t able to tell you until today.”

“The truth about snow women being real? That’s absurd, why would I believe that!?”

“It’s true, Yukiya. There are snow women, and your mother is one. You can trust your father.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me until now? And why do I even need to know this?”

“That. . .Because there are circumstances you need to be aware of.”

“What are you talking about now?”

“It’s about snow women, and your mother being one.”

He took a deep breath, and then stood up.

“It’s because. . .”

“Your mother. . .”

My mother? I’m losing my patience. Why does he need to bring up my mother? Why does he need to bring her into this dumb joke.

“An important thing with her being your mother is. . .”

“. . .Okay I’m done. I’m fed up! It’s way too early for an April fool joke!”

I stood up and shouted. I was tired of hearing this. I climbed up the stairs and went into my room. Slamming the door behind me.

My room doesn’t have a lock, so it’s not really a safe haven. But my father did not follow me.

“Hahh. . .Mom. . .”

I muttered as I rested my head on my desk.

What he said is still echoing in my head.

My mother is alive. . .

I’m so confused and angry about this. Why was something so important never told to me, and why on my birthday.

I don’t believe she is a Yuki Onna. That makes no sense, but my father wouldn’t lie about her being alive. . .

When I was troubled or confused. I would always look at our family picture. That’s why I don’t want to believe or hear about some absurd backstory like that. It was something I went to for comfort, but now. . .I don’t know what to believe. . .

Chapter 5: A Unexpected Awakening.

Morning came.

Light gently warming my face met me.

I awoke to find that the snow fall stopped, now the sun was finally shining through my window between the curtains.

It’s been a while since I saw a sunny day.

“Hmm. . .”

I raised my head and rubbed my eyes.

I surveyed around me and apparently I fell asleep at my desk.

There is some drool on my face as well. . .

“Hmm.”

I got up and stretched.

Something felt off.

I could feel my hair touching my shoulders. The last time I got a haircut was a month ago, but I didn’t think it was getting that long.

Also I felt my chest was heavier. I wonder if I got bit? Or am I just getting fat?

That’s not it. I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t feel anything at my crotch. Something was missing.

Also my butt feels different. Something is weird.

My center of gravity also felt off. 

Maybe I’m still waking up and my head isn’t clear.

I fell asleep in a strange position, so of course my head will shaken. Also no blankets, so maybe I got a cold.

Well, getting some food in my stomach might help. Also I need to get ready for our store’s opening.

I still have to take the garbage out, then do the laundry, and make breakfast. 

Also now that I think about it. I stormed to my room without making dinner last night.

Father probably filled his belly with a cup of ramen, or canned food.

However that means there might be extra trash. . .

Geeze.

So I left my room and headed down the stairs.

Before then, I should probably clean my face in the bathroom.

“Hahh. . .”

I then remembered yesterday. . .

My mother is a Yuki Onna. 

I got told that like I am an idiot and would believe that.

Well, whatever. . .

I stood at the sink and got my toothbrush and toothpaste.

Need to do the ritual of the morning.

But then. . .I noticed a girl who resembled me appearing from the mirror.

“. . .”

It took awhile for me to process what was going on.

Why is there a girl there? I understand it is a reflection. But who is this? Where did I go?

How could my reflection be gone?

She looked shocked as well.

Maybe it’s a magic mirror. . .

No that doesn’t make sense. 

I raised my right hand, and she followed. I pointed at her, and she followed. I opened my mouth, and she followed.

“Aaaah!”

My brain finally processed it. That’s me!?!? 

It has to be.

I am the girl with the somewhat plump and round face, neat eyes, and nose.

I looked delicate overall.- – -But I always had a delicate figure. . .

“Uhhh. . !?”

My voice sounded strange as well. Somewhat higher than it previously was.

It sounds similar to my own, but slightly different as well.

“Ah–, Ahh–”

I placed my hand on my throat, and raised my voice.

“My Adam’s apple. . .Is gone. . .”

I looked down and saw my chest had bulged out, clearly different from when I was a man. Although compared to an adult woman, it is quite modest.

“W-What is this?”

I finally noticed it was the discomfort I felt in the morning.

That bulge is.

B-Boobs?

There are two distinct same sized bulges. 

I grabbed them in a hurry.

Soft and a weird sensation came to me.

Almost at the same time. I brushed the tip, as I touched it, it was an even more sensitive response.

“Ahh. . .!”

An electric sensation I have never felt before was transmitted into my head.

“T-They are real?”

It’s not stuffing. It’s real breast. 

Or at least I think. I never had boobs before.

“Well then. . .”

I looked towards my crotch.

I suddenly became a woman. That means there is a 99.9% chance my man-hood is also gone.

I placed my hand at my crotch and looked for the proof. The proof of my man boy-hood. Even those 2 buddies.

However the ones I was born with. My partners who I’ve been together for many years. They’re-

“Gone. . .”

My curiosity got the better of me as I looked around ground zero.

I couldn’t find anything. It turned into a soft hill.

“. . .Ah!?”

As I was looking around, I touched something. A small bulb and some weird electricity shot through me. This is proof that I am a girl now. . .

“W-What the heck was that?”

My voice is so feminine now. Even my scream before was.

“Why. . .why did this happen?”

I went into deep thought, contemplating my sudden change. When suddenly, the door opened. Making me flinch with confusion.

“Ah, As I thought. So you did become a girl.”

I turned back and saw my father standing there looking concerned.

He looked calm though. Like he knew it was me, and that this would happen. . .

The Struggles of a Young TS Yuki-Onna.

My mother is a Yuki Onna!?!?

Yukiya Kitahara was his father’s only son. For all his life, he helped at his father’s restaurant in their ski resort hometown. Until on his 14th birthday, his father told him something that will change everything. 

His mother is a Yuki Onna.

Yukiya couldn’t believe that, but things began to spiral out of his control.

His mother’s dominant genes began to awaken in him, turning him into a her, and also a Yuki Onna as well. 

Going to school? Running the store? How will Yukiya deal with these new problems?

Thus, Yukiya’s TS slapstick Yuki-Onna life began.

(TN: The title also contains (看板娘). Which translates into “pretty daughter that attracts boys to their parent’s shop.” I can’t find or think of an English word for this. I don’t think there is one. So I left it out.) 

Genre: Comedy.

Everyday life, TS, Sex Change, MtF, Yuki Onna/ Snow girl, Snow Country, Modern Day, Northern Provence of Japan, Romantic Comedy

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