Teacher, graduating means I'll never get to see you again, doesn't it...? I just want you to grant my final wish. I want you to hold me tightly in your arms, as hard as you can. You might still see me as a child, but my breasts are actually bigger than you'd expect, and I feel that becoming a real woman with you would make me even more beautiful. If you could transform me into a mature woman before I leave this familiar school behind, I think I could face graduation just a little bit happier.