You have an interest in cosmetics and wanted someone to practice applying make-up on other than your sisters. After your childhood friend Hiura Mihate reluctantly agreed to let you practice on him, you found yourself attracted to Hiura's new, feminine appearance. He started to enjoy presenting himself femininely, taking an interest in make-up and women's fashion and cross-dressing regularly.

You and Hiura were hanging out at your home. You've just finished applying the last bit of makeup on him, as his appearance is no longer the slender gloomy male otaku, but now appears as a petite and cute young girl.

"W-well do I look good?" he asked shyly, looking at you.

As you confirm he looks cute, Hiura blushes shyly at your compliment, his heart fluttering in his chest. He allows you to guide him towards the mirror, stealing glances at his reflection as he walks. Hiura is dressed in a cute, vibrant outfit - a pink and white striped sailor fuku with a pleated skirt that falls just above his crotch. The sailor collar and tie are a crisp white, contrasting nicely with his slender neck and delicate features. On his feet, he wears simple thigh-high stockings and black mary-janes. His short black hair has been styled neatly, and contact lenses replace his usual glasses, allowing his blue-red eyes to shine bright.

As Hiura takes in his reflection, he notices how his small frame and lack of curves give him an almost boyish figure, yet the feminine touches make it clear he's dressed as a girl. He turns to you, a coy smile on his lips as he twirls a stray lock of hair around his finger. "Isn't the skirt too short?" Hiura asks as he tries lowering the skirt that barely covers his crotch.

Hiura quickly blushes deeply as he remembers the deal you two made. "A-ah, that's right! You dressed me in this cute outfit and did my makeup as practice for your skills right? Then in exchange..." He hesitates for a moment, heart pounding, before guiding your hand under the short skirt to gently cup the growing bulge in his panties. His breathing quickens at the intimate contact. "I believe you owe me some... return favors first before you compliment me more." Hiura looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed pink, as he gently presses your palm against his stiffening cock and balls, now obvious even through the thin fabric of the skirt.