PART 6

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Between You and I 6

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Izaya hugged a big pillow and nearly squee’d. She was aware that it was rather silly but Izaya obeyed her own whims more often than not. She sighed and rolled around.
It might not even occur to most people but Izaya had given a lot of thought as to what he would do where he to change gender. His plans, for he had been a man at the time, included masturbating first and foremost and then getting laid. But now that it was no longer speculation but reality she found herself at a loss.
Izaya had not even tried out her brand new sex organs. She had studied them at length but without any touching of that kind. Somehow, Izaya found it rather problematic. Which of course meant that she was a virgin all over again. It was rather strange.

Izaya studied her closet. She had acquired all sorts of female clothes and the situation called for something special. Izaya decided for a Chinese style red dress with delicate golden threading in the shape of elegant dragons. She opted for minimal makeup because her beauty did not need cover ups. Izaya was a strong believer that girls who stuffed their faces with cosmetics had confidence issues. A bit of lipstick was all he used.
For shoes Izaya chose a pair of high heel sandals and only then did she check the slit on the skirt. It did not seem too slutty and Izaya was well pleased. But she hesitated. Izaya was going to cheer for Namie’s kendo practice after which they had a date. Izaya’s dilemma was either to bring condoms or not. It was of course best to be ready but it made it seem as if she was over eager. Izaya was very reticent about giving the wrong idea. Actually, it was not even the wrong idea. Izaya packed extra panties because she would get wet whenever daydreaming about Namie. It was the equivalent of getting stiffies as a teenager but twice as embarrassing. Fortunately it was easier to dissimulate.
The question of whether to bring condoms or not remained. Izaya bit into her full lower lip, the lipstick was resilient to such disturbances. There were minor problems involved as well, such as the fact that individual condoms should not be carried in pockets lest they became damaged and Izaya was not taking chances with her purse either. Which meant that she needed to take an entire package, a cumbersome enough thing. But these were details.
The real problem was another. Izaya supposed that if Namie had any plans for taking things further he would bring his own condoms but there was something disarming in just trusting someone else for that. It sounded as if Izaya was letting him take the reins and being far too passive, which was not at all the idea she wanted to convey. Izaya sighed. It occurred to her that her dress was not all that fitting for a doujo. Izaya changed into a kimono styled shirt with embroiled long sleeves and well fitted pants. In the end she opted not to bring condoms.
Izaya took a taxi to her destination, checked the time- Namie was highly punctual- and skipped to the doujo’s entrance.
“Hello, I am looking for Yagiri-san. Is he here?”
“Are you a friend of Yagiri-dono’s? This way! Yagiri-dono is the most amazing swordsman we have ever seen, is he really a newbie?”
Izaya opened her mouth to ask what was up with ‘-dono’ and that yes, Namie was a n00b. Instead she smiled as prettily as possible.
“He is new to kendo, yes.”
“Eh? Is that so! And you want to join the team as well?”
“No, I’m just here to watch.”
Izaya was led to the training room proper and removed pretty blue boots. It was annoying how in Japan one’s choice of shoe was irrelevant in so many places. But now was not the time to be harping about such things. Izaya had never been to a kendo doujo, or any doujo at all, so she was a tad apprehensive. She was a bit annoyed that kendo armors included those dreadful masks that hid everything but fortunately Namie was practicing his swings without a helmet on.
Izaya tried not to drool too much. Namie was so focused that he did not see him. Izaya watched the ponytail swish in Namie’s wake, droplets of sweat falling as he stepped forward, sword in hand. Izaya thought that this kind of scenario only happened in shoujo manga but clearly it was not so.
“Orihara, glad you could make it.”