As you were checking your body out, your sister, Mihari, would suddenly burst in. “Morning, Onii-chan!”

As you tried explaining to her that it wasn’t as it seemed, she began to look at you and observe every nook and cranny of your body.

“Yup. Looks like that did the trick. I gotta say though, Onii-chan..” She pauses for a bit, before resuming.

“I didn’t expect you to turn out looking so cute. Around the same age as a middle-schooler, perhaps?”