It wasn’t the true reflection in the fitting room mirror—Squid Head was still Squid Head, with no visible neck and just a ring of twisting, sucker-lined tentacles. But below those shoulders, the body had already transformed into the graceful form of a woman.
Of course, it was still wearing the swimsuit that “Squire” was holding.
Clara’s pupils underwent an eight-magnitude earthquake.
“Pffft… Hahahaha, this fitting mirror is just too much, right? Haha!”
Seeing this version of “Big Brother Squire,” Lucia couldn’t help but clutch her stomach and burst out laughing.
To get customers to buy swimsuits, they’d beautify the customer’s figure—so much that it was basically fraud.
Fran Lifka added fuel to the fire:
“Because a squid’s skin is naturally delicate, pale, and slippery, if you cover the head, the rest actually looks pretty good~”
As she spoke, she even raised her hand close to her eyes, using her fingers to block out that big squid head from her view.
But if all that’s left of “Squire” is just a head, then once you cover it, it’s got nothing to do with “Squire” at all!
Isn’t this basically a reversed mermaid?
Clara’s inner voice was practically screaming.
As for Mostima, after hearing all these comments, she started striking poses like a model in front of the mirror: sometimes hands on hips, sometimes leaning forward, sometimes bending over—the reflection in the mirror flirtatiously followed suit…
“That’s enough! Stop it, step away from that mirror!”
Clara felt like she was going to die.
To be precise, her sense of self as “Squire” was about to be killed off.
“Don’t be such a spoilsport~ Isn’t this device really fun?”
But it wasn’t very reliable; it couldn’t even tell whether “Squire” was a man or a woman.
Or maybe, it was precisely because Mostima’s mimicked form was hard to classify…
Thinking carefully, today’s mimicry was shorter than last time, and with Mostima’s naturally more feminine body shape, could it be that under that suit…
Clara didn’t dare pursue that line of thought any further.
“All right! With such a handy device, choosing swimsuits becomes so much easier!”
Fran pushed Clara in front of the mirror and casually grabbed a white two-piece swimsuit. The top was adorned with a bow, perfect for hiding the lack of development in a young girl’s chest.
“Let’s try this one first!”
Then, the mirror scanned her.
A young girl standing on the beach appeared in the fitting room mirror.
“Uh…!”
Looking at the petite girl in the mirror, Clara instinctively raised her hand to cover her chest—even though there wasn’t much to cover—and in reality, she was still bundled up in a thick winter coat.
“Oh, this cute, innocent style really suits you~”
Fran stroked her chin as she spoke, even clicking her tongue in appreciation.
“Senior, you should try this one too!”
Lucia, equally enthusiastic, brought over another swimsuit she wanted Clara to try.
When it came to picking swimsuits for herself, she was all shy and hesitant; but when choosing for Clara, she went all out, bringing over a swimsuit with a punk vibe—black choker collar, both pieces made of faux leather, a rebellious air to the whole thing.
The mirror scanned again and switched Clara into this outfit.
“Hm, is this supposed to be a rock singer holding a beach concert?”
“Clara-senpai, you look so cool!”
Punk style was undeniably cool, but wasn’t magical girl Clara supposed to be cute?
Clara looked helplessly at the mirror.
At the very least, her idea of the “ideal Clara” was a cute young girl—otherwise, she wouldn’t force her voice all the time in front of the camera, and her comic character was also full of innocent naivety…
Miss Nangong believed a protagonist like that would better attract magical girl fans.
“Clara dear, give us a smile~”
Fran came up behind Clara, her figure also caught by the mirror and switched into the same swimsuit. But worn by the well-proportioned young doctor, it gave off a completely different vibe compared to Clara.
“…It actually looks better on Miss Fran.”
“I look good in anything~”
Fran said as she grabbed yet another swimsuit for Clara to try on.
After that, it was just like that forced dress-up play she’d experienced in her dreams before—Clara once again went through a long round of outfit changes. Fran also occasionally picked out swimsuits for herself, but Lucia…
She was over there, discussing something with “Squire”?
Clara pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.
Big Brother, which one do you think suits me?
Huh, unable to decide what swimsuit to wear herself, so she’s asking her trustworthy big brother to choose?
But Clara didn’t trust Mostima’s taste at all…
She watched as he stroked his tentacles, sizing up Lucia from top to bottom, then surveyed the swimsuits around, finally picking out one that looked a bit like a competition one-piece.
Try this.
It was a swimsuit with a main color of sky blue and accents of deep purple, a one-piece with minimal skin exposure—down below, even the bottoms were boyshorts. In this shop, it was a rare, conservative style.
Clara let out a sigh of relief as well.
Taste aside, at least “Squire” noticed Lucia’s discomfort and picked out a conservative swimsuit for her.
Lucia took the swimsuit and walked to the mirror; Clara stepped aside to give her space.
A laser swept over Lucia.
“Wow~”
Fran and Clara exclaimed at the same time.
“Lucia…”
Because she was her brother, Clara had never really paid attention to her little sister’s “feminine” charm, but during the time they’d been apart, this girl’s transformation went far beyond just her heart…
Though they were siblings, unlike Clara…
Lucia was a natural clothes hanger, and in Clara’s memory, her figure had always stood out. To see her little sister growing up so elegantly made Clara feel genuinely happy~
Her features might not be the prettiest out there, but they were neat and balanced, making her pleasing to the eye.
Maybe it was the good environment at home—Lucia usually didn’t bother with skincare, never wore makeup, never tried dieting, and yet her skin was still so fair and tender.
As the saying goes, fair skin covers a hundred flaws; Lucia wasn’t ugly to begin with, so her looks were easily seven or eight out of ten. That really was “natural beauty.”
“Clara dear, you’ll look like that too in the future, right?”
Fran teased, slinging an arm around Clara’s shoulders.
“You two are siblings, and your body here was generated from your own data, so in theory, you have the same ‘potential,’ don’t you?”
But Clara shook her head.
“Unfortunately, combat models don’t grow up naturally, you know?”
That was what Nyx had told her, and now she simply passed it on to Fran.
“This body is just data, really. But Nyx seems to be able to blend other people’s data in and adjust things.”
Clara couldn’t help fantasizing as she said this.
Right now, her appearance could be called a “Squire + Shenwei” data mix—if she swapped “Shenwei” for “The Grand Commander” in that formula…
Maybe she’d turn into a voluptuous big sister type? (Wishful thinking.)
You can dream I guess