Forced crossdressing Kurapika Chapter 15: First Shift and Evolution (Patreon)

wo weeks after starting work at the café, Kurapika had changed a lot.

His body had become even more feminine: his breasts had grown to a firm C-cup, his waist was slimmer, and his hips had widened noticeably. His movements were now naturally graceful, and his voice was soft and feminine without any effort.

That evening, he was serving in the main room with a confidence he didn’t have at the beginning. His black and white maid dress was still extremely short, but he had learned to manage it: quick graceful steps, elegant curtsies, and a shy smile that made the customers melt.

A regular customer, a man in his thirties, complimented him:

— You look even prettier every time I come, Kurumi.

Kurapika (who now used the name Kurumi at the café) blushed slightly but replied with a small curtsy:

— Thank you, Master… That’s very kind.

As he leaned forward to place a coffee on the table, his cleavage opened slightly, showing the top of his chest. He no longer panicked like before. A part of him, still embarrassed, was starting to enjoy the attention and compliments.

Later in the evening, while he was clearing glasses, Elena approached him.

— You’ve made impressive progress. At the beginning, you blushed at every look. Now you serve with grace. You’re really starting to enjoy this, aren’t you?

Kurapika hesitated, then answered honestly in a low voice:

— I… I still hate the idea of being seen as a girl. But… when customers tell me I’m cute, or when I look at myself in the mirror… I feel… good. It’s confusing.

Elena gently stroked his cheek.

— That’s normal. Your body and mind are adjusting. Your breasts are beautiful, your hips are perfect… You’re becoming a real beauty. Soon, you won’t have to force it anymore.

Kurapika looked down at his chest straining against the fabric of his dress. He discreetly ran a hand over it, feeling their weight. A shiver ran through him.

— I don’t really know who I am anymore… he murmured. But I don’t completely hate what I see anymore.

Elena smiled, satisfied.

— That’s a very good sign. Keep it up. The cuter and more natural you are, the faster you’ll repay your debt… and the more I’ll reward you.

At the end of his shift, Kurapika changed in the back room. As he took off his dress, he looked at himself one last time in the mirror. His body was now undeniably feminine.

He sighed, a mix of resignation and acceptance in his eyes.

— …I’m starting to get used to it.