~~Dear Pen Pal,

  There is something I should tell you about my close friend, Franz Liszt. He is a musician, much like you and I. He loves music as if it were his own newborn child he would embrace bouncing on his lap. And his skill at the piano, it truly far exceeds my current ability. I truly wish to catch up to his level. Every time I look at Franz, I couldn't resist smiling in admiration at him. The way he is in tune with his melody, the rhythm he employs with every stroke of the ivory keys. And even without any words, I feel love. Every one of his music is overflowing with love and passion. I honestly, have no way to properly express it.

  If First Love had the same sweetness that tickles my heart... then all of his songs were First Love...

"P-please! S-spare me! M-my body hurts!"

"Ha! Nice try you little boy vixen! But until we settle this score about who Chop-Chop is more inclined to spend the rest of his easygoing life with - this battle will continue! HYAAAAAAH! THE PAPER CRANE!"

"WH-WHAT DEADLY TECHNIQUE IS THAAAAAAAAAT!?"

A certain Lazy Witch was still causing trouble in the Chopin Family Parlour. Even when a guest was present, she didn't let up on her regular antics to cut the life of this young man standing at the front door. No matter how much that guest would try to retreat, it was hopeless.

Every time he thought he was out - the Witch pulls him back in!"

"Tch! How dare you! How dare you be close, close, CLOSE friends with my Chop-ChoP! I don't care how deep your level of relationship is! Neither do I care if you've both maxed out your bonding points to reach a Happy Ending! I'm going to nip this in the bud!"

"W-wait! P-please listen to me! I-I'm not your enemy! I-I'm simply here to bring back Sir Chop--IIIIIIIIIN!? *SQUEAK*"

"Ha! Got you now, little pond sucker! I'll teach you to have bigger breast than mine...........HOLY SH*T! A-ARE THOSE ACTUAL BOSOMS!"

"OF COURSE THEY'RE NATURAL! IT'S NOT LIKE I DRESS UP AS A BOY LIKE SOME KIND OF FETISH! PLEASE STOP SQUEEZING ME!"

It was a mess really. It was unclear how it happened or when it happened, but the Witch found herself sprawled on her ground on her hands and knees, her lovely blond hair a dismal sight. While struggling to prove she was the most dominant candidate to win the affections of a certain Polish Composer, she stumbled onto a serious truth.

And she squeezed the loft ball three times to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Something was soft and bouncy under the thick coat of the young man.

"A-ALRIGHT! I CONFESS! I'M A GIRL! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?"

"No! Of course not! This make the situation even worse! At first, I thought my Chop-Chop's preference for the symbol of Mars was greater than the symbol of Venus - but knowing he's fallen for another vixen like you! ... I'll gut you crossdresser!"

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"SHUT UP!"

"Nuwoooh!? Th-the little mouse is revolting!?"

"YES! I'M REBELLING! SO WHAT!? IT'S NOT LIKE I'M DOING THIS AS A HOBBY! MY FATHER ALWAYS WANTED A BOY! MY MOTHER TOLD ME SHE FEARED HE WOULD DISOWN ME IF HE FOUND OUT I DIDN'T HAVE THE NECESSARY KEY TO CARRY ON HIS FAMILY NAME! SO...I HAVE TO LIVE THE REST OF MY LIFE AS A BOY! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT TO WALK AROUND PRETENDING YOU HAVE THAT STUPID KEY BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!"

"...I..is that why you walked so awkwardly when you knocked on the door?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Nyaaah!"

"... This world... is so cruel... but... I really, really want to live... and see it's beauty... it's love locked away by that cruelty...Uuh-huu.."

The guest said those small words after all the sudden yelling, while he curled up and cried on the floor. The Witch didn't know what to say. Rather, she was speechless. With his pants in one hand and half of his jacket ripped in the other, it was clear as to what was hiding under all those thick, thick layer.

A girl. A frail girl who suffered under the weight of that heavy coat and thick pants not at all suitable on a summer day. With tight woolen socks and shoes three inches to big for her small bare foot.

All of the armor she had been hiding under was broken, the soft core exposed to the world.

Even her tears ruined the heavy make up that was patched in a way to bounce light around her face, to make people think she was a pale looking man. What should have been hair as lovely and as noble as a queen's silk curtain, cut just three inches below her earlobes. Never to grow farther than her shoulder.

"..............H...hey...Vixen...A-Are you alright?"

"Sniff.....Sniff.... My name is Franz Liszt! I-I am my father's son!....... Or... I wish... I could truly be his son... that way, he...he wouldn't have to praise me while I'm lying to him."

"N-now. H-hold on. D-don't think you can change the topic of our original argument by b-bringing up your secret and your tragic backstory! Wh-what are you? A cliched heroine who is forced to live as a boy until she falls in love with her love inter-EEEEEEEEESSSTKYAAAAAAA! D-DON'T PULL!! DON'T PUUUULL!"

The Witch of the Chopin Family Parlour let out a scream in that setting. Maybe it was because of the fact this girl who calls herself Franz Liszt, could be found tugging on the said Witch's blonde hair as if it were a cat tail. All the while crying like a lost child.

"Sniff...I'm sorry Mother. I-I failed to keep this a secret any longer... I'm a useless child...If worse comes to worse... I'll gladly accept father's punishment, and, sniff, leave Hungary."

"LET GO OF MY HAIR! LET GO OF MY HAAAAAAIR! FOR THE LOVE OF MARY MOTHER OF GOD, PLEASE SURRENDER MY HAAAAAIIIIIR!"

The more the Witch screamed, the more the Hungarian Musician pulled on that lock of soft and comforting hair. It was unclear if she was doing it on purpose despite her genuine tears of shame and guilt. Or, this was a bad habit she does to her cat doll, whenever she felt this depressed.

... It was most likely the later, as she wanted to cheer herself up.

"Alright. Sniff. I-I've decided. I'll...I'll...I'll willingly give you my dowry to buy your silence!"

"PLEAAAAASE! SPARE MY HEAD! I-IT'S COMING OUT! IT'S REALLY COMING OUT! THE ROOTS ARE GOING TO POP OUT OF MY SCALP IF YOU KEEP TUGGING ON IT LIKE A F**KING ELECTRIC LAAAAAMP!"

"....A-ah! I-i'm sorry! I-I thought you were Ja-Jasmine Bleath, m-my cat doll I pull whenever I'm sad. I-I'll let go and-----"

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!*

".......................................................................................You... cruel... b*tch."

"I-I'm sorry. I-it was an accident... y-your hair got caught on the button in my sleeve."

"GUNYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"I-I'm really soryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! [>.<]"

And this was Frederic Chopin's close friend... Feel free to laugh.