I became a girl group idol for my sister.

She ran towards the bathroom laughing. Watching her little braids sway back and forth, Miyamoto Sei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his performance had not been a problem.

At the dining table, the brother and sister were eating, while the news was playing on the television.

The atmosphere inexplicably became somewhat silent.

“Brother…” Miyamoto Yukiko suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat low.

"What's wrong?" Noticing the unusual tone in his younger sister's voice, Miyamoto immediately became alert, but he still smiled and said, "Is something wrong at school? If anyone bullies you, remember to tell your brother, and I'll go beat them up!"

"Alright, I know that Grandpa's most favored disciple before he died was you, brother. You were the best at fighting." Miyamoto Yukiko smiled first, then the smile faded, and her voice became low again: "How is my sister?"

Miyamoto paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks, then quickly resumed his normal hand, picked up a piece of potato, and put it into his mouth.

So, you did notice something was wrong?

I still need to work harder to improve my acting skills.

"It's okay, but you need to rest well. The doctor said that I'll take you to see your sister in a while. Don't worry, after all, you're in the middle of your exams right now. If you make a mistake because of this, I'll be fine, but your sister will probably blame herself."

"Really?"

Yukiko Miyamoto looked at Sei Miyamoto suspiciously, her eyes reflecting Sei's image, as if trying to figure out if Sei was lying.

"Really, I'll definitely take you to see your sister in a while. But you should focus on your studies first. You're in your final year of junior high, and the exams are around the end of January or the beginning of February next year, right? Don't you want to apply to Sakura Ocean Academy? That's a girls' high school with a deviation score of 78. You won't be able to realize your dream if you don't prepare well!"

This was not a lie, so Miyamoto Sei spoke frankly, which put Miyamoto Yukiko at ease.

"Of course I will study hard, brother, you can rest assured. I will definitely get into Sakura Ocean Academy!"

He reached out and gently patted Yukiko Miyamoto's head, which made Yukiko Miyamoto become a little shy.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Our Yukiko is the smartest."

"Don't treat me like a child, you old geezer!"

Although she said that, Miyamoto Yukiko did not make any move to resist. Miyamoto Sei naturally knew that his sister liked this kind of interaction.

After dinner, Yukiko Miyamoto volunteered to wash the dishes, and Seiya Miyamoto took the opportunity to sneak into her bedroom.

To save money, Miyamoto has never bought a computer. The only thing related to the modern electronic age that he owns is his mobile phone, and if you really want to count, there's also a television set that he shares with his family.

In this respect, Rina Miyamoto, as the eldest sister, has many more electronic products, such as the tablet placed to the side at the moment, and the digital camera used for filming.

These are the things that Rina Miyamoto takes with her every day when she goes out to train. Miyamoto Sei once asked her what she was doing with these things, but Rina Miyamoto never answered him.

"Phew, I need to focus and learn how to do makeup properly."

Muttering to himself, Miyamoto turned on his phone and, relying on the home Wi-Fi, quickly browsed video websites, searching for makeup tutorial videos.

After watching several videos and discovering that several men dressed as women looked worse than herself without makeup, Miyamoto Sei was filled with doubt.

Perhaps I should go and see for myself how girls do their makeup?

After about an hour, Miyamoto felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

Why do these things sound so complicated?

Do girls really have to do so many troublesome things every day?

Isn't this just self-punishment?

Should I ask a girl for advice?

But who should we ask? Yukiko? No, no, no, if she saw her brother dressed as a woman, she would definitely say things like "disgusting" and "perverted."

So who should we ask?

Miyamoto took out Risa Amagai's business card, looked at the phone number on it, hesitated for a moment, and finally put it away.

I need to demonstrate my value so that the other person feels I'm worth helping! At least when it comes to makeup, I must learn it as soon as possible. I must succeed today, because tomorrow is the 8th, the last day to register!

Clenching her fists and encouraging herself, Miyamoto Sei opened another makeup tutorial video and began watching it carefully.

He even took out his notebook and started taking notes as he read.

Miyamoto swears that he has never been this serious when he was in school.

……

SKR Theater, Producer's Office.

"Teacher Tianbei, there are a total of 23193 people who have registered for this event. Although the event ends tomorrow, there are already not many people who have registered."

A tall man carrying documents walked in. He spoke to Risa Tenbe, who was looking at her computer in the office.

This person is Subaru Hasegawa, who is in charge of venue management and is the theater manager for the SKR girl group.

"Okay, I understand, Hasegawa-san, but we still need to wait. Someone should be going to register tomorrow."

"Is Tomorrow the one you really think is the one? I heard he's someone with both great dance talent and a high level of hard work."

Subaru Hasegawa asked with some doubt, "I remember you secretly paid part of her tuition, and even had someone say it was a lottery result, so that you could openly reduce her tuition."

"Not her."

Gently shaking her head, Tenbe Risa looked out the window. Night had fallen, and the stars were twinkling in the sky.

"He is someone who has not received much training."

"Wouldn't that be the same as many other people who signed up? Is this really okay?" Subaru Hasegawa frowned. "Won't she be eliminated online? Should I give her her name or photo, and I'll pass her online first?"

"No need. The online process will still be as you have it. This is the initial test. If we can't even pass this, then it's unacceptable."

"But the online elimination rate is close to 99%!" Subaru Hasegawa said somewhat hastily, "It would be such a waste if someone who is truly talented enough to be noticed by the teacher were eliminated online!"

“If she truly has enough love, then she will have to put in enough effort for this step. At least for this hurdle, she has to rely on herself.” Tambirisa showed no intention of changing her mind: “Besides, maybe she won’t even register under her real name.”

“Not using your real name, this…” Looking at Amagai Risa who remained silent, Hasegawa Subaru sighed helplessly: “Alright, since you’ve said so, teacher, then I’ll proceed with the normal screening process. The screening results should be sent over within half a month.”

Watching Subaru Hasegawa leave, Risa Amagai looked at her computer screen and gently typed a few words.

"Then let me see, let me see if my judgment has regressed or improved, Miyamoto Sei."

Chapter Three: Taking the First Step into Women's Clothing

The online registration requires filling out a form with your name, age, etc., and then uploading your photo.

This whole process shouldn't be difficult for most girls, but it was a tough battle for Miyamoto. He went through his makeup several times before finally getting a photo that he was reasonably satisfied with.

Looking at herself in the photo, as an introverted girl with an uneasy smile, Miyamoto felt a sense of exhaustion.

Whether in his past life or this one, in his nearly forty years of life, he never imagined that one day he would need to imitate women's expressions.

But this step was taken nonetheless.

"It is said that when it comes to women's clothing, there is only the difference between once and countless times. Once you start wearing women's clothing for the first time, there is no going back."

A phrase she'd seen somewhere before flashed through her mind, and Miyamoto couldn't help but pull her skirt down a little.

It feels cool down there.

[Ms. Nana Miyamoto, thank you for your application. We will send you the results soon. You will receive an email regardless of whether you are selected or not. Please wait patiently.]

The formulaic answer was clearly a pre-programmed procedure. Having completed this step, Miyamoto sat directly on the bed with his legs slightly together. The feeling of wearing a skirt made him extremely uncomfortable, with a strange sense that someone had secretly seen everything about him.

"As expected, I was still too sensitive..."

Miyamoto struggled to sit up in bed again and started changing her clothes. She had taken another day off this morning to do her makeup and register for class, but she had to go to class in the afternoon, not to mention that tomorrow was Saturday and she would be off. It would be better to show her face at school in the afternoon.

Moreover, this was also part of his plan.

After changing into her school uniform and putting away her women's clothing, Miyamoto took out her wig and put it on, hiding her long hair.

In order to potentially debut in the future, we need to create the illusion that "Miyamoto Sei already has short hair" from now on.

This is for a smooth future!

……

"Ah, Miyamoto actually cut his hair!"

"What a waste! Her hair was so nice before, why did she have to cut it short!"

The fact that Miyamoto Sei cut her hair immediately became news. If it were an ordinary person getting a haircut, they wouldn't become this famous, but for people who had gone through the change of perception, such as "Miyamoto Sei is a girl, right? What? She's actually a boy?!", it was indeed surprising that Miyamoto Sei cut her long hair.

"It feels like there are suddenly fewer and fewer beautiful girls to look at..."

"That's right, why did you cut your hair? To show off your manliness? No, no, you're clearly full of feminine charm!"

The two people Miyamoto Sei was fairly familiar with in the class were Kojiro, who liked playing games, and Iwakami Kenta, who liked chasing idols.

"Sorry, I'm a man. I don't like this kind of appearance. Men should have well-developed muscles." Miyamoto Sei slapped away Iwagami Kenta's hand from his shoulder, propped his cheek on his hand, and looked outside boredly.

Kenta Iwagami, seeing Miyamoto Sei's reaction, couldn't help but facepalm: "You, you really have no idea about your own talent, which makes you so popular."

“That’s right, that’s your talent, Miyamoto.” Kojiro couldn’t help but chime in, “If you don’t believe me, just look at how the girls react.”

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto glanced at the girls in the class and found that quite a few of them were indeed looking at him, and some even smiled at him when they saw his gaze.

"It's just that I've become a topic of conversation temporarily because I cut my hair short."

"You really have no self-awareness. Well then, let Mr. Iwagami teach you a lesson!"

Pushing up his glasses, Kenta Iwagami spoke these words in a serious and earnest tone.