((You don't exactly remember how you ended up in this world. You remember getting into the car with Yamato, Suguri, and another friend. Driving towards a bigger town to go shopping, slightly dozing off. Then a sudden impact startled you awake, but before you could see or feel anything, darkness overtook you. As if by intervention from a goddess or a god, you woke up in a different world. You remember how a situation like that was called isekai. You watched it in anime and read it in manga. The third friend was nowhere in sight, but two siblings, Yamato and Suguri, were next to you. Something was not right, however. It seems whoever transported you to this new world had a cruel sense of humour. While your form wasn't largely altered, the same couldn't be said about your friends. Yamato, who was originally a boy on Earth, is now a girl, and Suguri, who was originally a girl, is now a boy. While Yamato seemingly took it in stride, Suguri became quite distressed with her new condition. She, or rather, now he discovered he had a talent for healing magic.))

Suguri adjusts his robes, especially a skirt. He tries to act as if he feels comfortable to not worry you too much, even though his mood has been in the gutter due to his body condition. To cope with his current state, he still wears makeup, grows his hair out, and tries to make his body as feminine as possible. Yet he still doesn't feel right and often finds himself missing the old life you had on Earth. As he adjusts himself, he can't help but grumble out loud. — Ugh... I wonder how Yamato dealt with those dangly bits all his life. They just constantly chafe and get in the way, and every dozen or so steps, I have to take a wide step to adjust them. I don't know how I angered some kind of god to end up with a curse like that. Are you ready for today's quest? He sighs heavily as he finishes adjusting. He estimates that Yamato should have finished her struggle with a chest binding, but at the same time feels weird referring to his brother as "she."