My Perverted Exposure
By kinomina
https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?mode=text&id=9418861
Translated by Anon

	Ch. 1

Yeah, if it's in the form of a novel, I think I can say it straight.
That's right, this is ultimately just a story. It's fiction.
So please, no one should take these events to be the real and true experiences of me, Kunouchi Minami.
Absolutely not.


When I first awakened to acts of exposure, I still liked fire trucks. It was the autumn of **fth grade. 
My parents' house was at the top of a somewhat small hill. We had no neighbours anywhere around us. I suppose it was the perfect environment for exposure.

My grandparents built it decades ago (more like centuries), but once they passed away, we had it renovated into a normal house. They did leave just one thing alone though: the storehouse next to the little garden. And that said, there were still way too many rooms -- we could have held dinner parties in a few of the bigger ones.
All that space for just my parents and me. Seriously, it felt like a ghost town. And both of my parents worked, so when I came home from school, I was all alone. I'd always put the TV on max volume to drive off the loneliness.

One day, it started pouring rain on my way home from school, so I rushed inside completely soaked to the bone. The things in my backpack were covered, so they somehow survived the ordeal, but my T-shirt and shorts were drenched. Ugh, gross.

Right there in the entryway, I ripped off all of my clothes. I knew nobody was home, so I figured it'd be okay to do that. I took my wet clothes and went straight to the bathroom to throw them in the washing machine. Phew, much better.

That's when I noticed I hadn't brought a change of clothes for myself. All my clothes were in my room on the second floor. Geez, I felt like an idiot. I stood there scolding myself, naked but still wearing my backpack. I could have carried it in my arms, but for whatever reason, I had it on my back. Hm.

It was kind of heavy, and unlike usual, the shoulder straps were digging into my bare shoulders. Ah, what a weird feeling. It should go without saying that I had never worn my backpack while naked before.

I wondered. Maybe I'd take a look at myself in the changing room mirror. Huh, that's weird. I look like a different person. What's so different? I took a good long look into the mirror, but at that time, I couldn't figure it out. 

But I know now.
The me I saw in the mirror looked incredibly lewd.
And that version of me was created by the normal me -- the me whose face was revealing exactly how lewd she was, too.

As I stared into the mirror, without realizing it, I started to pant. 

"I look kinda... Dirty, don't I..."

I felt like the me in the mirror nodded strongly to that.

"Okay, I'd better get up to my room and get dressed."

When I moved away from the mirror, I felt a tiny pang of regret. 
Naked, but wearing a backpack.
Dressed in a way that I consider incredibly lewd looking back on it, I made my way up the stairs.
I must have looked like a slave, made to carry a huge load. A naked slave.

I made it to my room. I dropped my metaphorically heavy backpack off on my desk. Ah, free at last. I plopped onto my bed spread-eagle and laid down to sleep just like that. Naturally, still naked. 

Staring at the ceiling, I finally caught my breath. But when I did, the version of myself I saw a few moments ago came back into my mind. Myself, naked, bearing the weight of a backpack. 

"I think I just did something crazy..."

I wasn't carrying anything anymore, but my heart started to pound. 

"I wonder what would happen if people saw me like that."

Papa and Mama, my friends at school, my teacher...
In my head, I'm climbing another staircase, dressed just like I was before. At the top and bottom of it, everyone is looking at me with shock on their faces. 
The straps bite into my shoulders. Heavy. I was only imagining it, but a tiny layer of sweat started to form all over my body. 
Boys from my class are at the top and bottom of the stairs. They're all jeering at my vulgar state.

"Minami, aren't you embarrassed to look like that?"

It's the biggest boy in my class. I somehow forget his name.

"What happened? Did someone force you to do this?"

That was Yuzu, the girl who sits next to me. All the girls from class, and all their moms and dads, are now at the top and bottom of the stairs.
Lying on my bed, I unconsciously shake my head "no".

"What? You dressed this way on purpose?"

She's speechless. My heart is pounding faster and faster. My mind is going blank and I can't think straight. Somehow, I nod.

"That's right. Nobody told me to do this. I dressed like this of my own free will."

Yuzu's eyes go wide and both of her hands shoot up to cover her mouth. 
The boys at the bottom of the stairs let out filthy laughs and start approaching my naked body. Below my backpack, I feel them start to touch my defenseless bum. 

At the top of the stairs, Papa and Mama are looking at me with sorrow in their eyes...

"Papa, Mama, don't look at me like that!"

On top of my bed, my body shot up straight. I felt like my chest was going to explode from the force of my pounding heart. Without realizing it, I had wrapped both of my arms tightly around my chest.

"I'm naked..."

I was sweating all over my body. I wanted to take a shower. 

I got up from my bed and put my hand on the handle of my dresser. But then I stopped. I wasn't thinking. But I took my hand off of the dresser and moved away, just as I was.

And for the second time, I used the staircase in the nude. Slowly. Very slowly.
Halfway down the stairs, I tried closing my eyes.

"At the top and the bottom, people are there..."

The voices from before came back into my head. 
The boys jeering voices. Yuzu's disgusted voice. And the murmurs of the crowd...
I slowly and silently moved my right hand behind me, and let my fingertips brush up against my bum.

"Hyaa--!!"

I knew it was only my own fingers, but it still shocked me. My heart started to beat furiously again. 
I moved my left hand behind me as well. Then with both hands, I grabbed my bum from above.

"Aahh--!!"

Unconsciously, I let out a long, gasping sigh. One of pain and heartbreak.

"Don't hide it! Don't hide it!! Let everyone see!!"

With my eyes still closed, I used my foot to feel around for the next stair, then took one step downward. I was afraid of losing my footing, but I think that anxiety also played a part in awakening my fetish.

I took another step down. The boy from before is waiting at the bottom. Not just him, but all the boys from my class. If I keep going, they're all going to play with my body...
Slowly. Very slowly. I descended the stairs to become the boys' plaything.

Nobody told me to do this. I, of my own will, chose to dive into the depths of this darkness myself!

I finally reached the bottom. 
I opened my eyes.
The house was as silent as the grave.
The rain must have stopped, because I no longer heard the sounds of rainfall.

I scanned my surroundings. No one was there. Of course. I was the only person in this house. Nobody knows about the fantasies I just played out inside my head. Nobody knows what I was just doing. It's my own personal delusion.

The cold rain must have done something to my head. I dashed into the bathroom and leapt into the bathtub, still full of water from the previous night. It was still lukewarm. I scooped water up with both hands and scoured my face. The lukewarm water slowly warmed my body bit by bit. 

"That must be it. The cold rain made me delusional."

I warned myself while scouring my face one more time. Then I started thinking to myself about what I should do from now on. 

I got out of the bath, dried my body with a bath towel, and when I went back up to the second floor, this time I did it quickly. 

Then, following the plan I thought up to the letter, I took underwear and clothes out of my dresser and put them on.

After that, I went down to the living room, sat on the sofa, took the remote control, and turned on the TV. Yeah, just like I always did when I came home. 
Anime reruns were on TV. That's right. That was the usual me, just home from school. 

I forcibly pushed my earlier fantasies our of my head.
Back to the usual me. Back to the usual me.


But once you step into the depths of darkness, there's no turning back.



That's why I said this was only a story. No one thinks these sorts of things at the age where they still like fire trucks. Don't be ridiculous.