Log: Oshitari Yuushi and Oshitari Kenya/Keina pt 1
Who: Oshitari Yuushi and Oshitari Kenya/Keina
What: Yuushi takes his cousin shopping
When: Aug 5th
Where: Kenya’s apartment and down town at a store
Rating: NC17
Warnings: more than just kissing cousins
In the mirror was someone else entirely. Kenya couldn’t tell who it was, but she looked similar to himself when he was himself. Shaggy blonde hair, muscular legs and lean frame, a white v-neck t-shirt that seemed too loose, and his favorite boxer shorts that didn’t seem to fit properly. But this was him. Oshitari Kenya now a female. How the hell he got like this, he didn’t know. It was an impossibility that somehow... manifested into something that actually did happen.
He had breasts now and Yuushi was at his door and he couldn’t stop staring, holding his phone tight in his grip.
Why did this have to happen to him? Why couldn’t he just have stayed male and his cousin stay home like he told him to? Kenya didn’t want to answer the door. Didn’t want the mocking he would probably get and didn’t want to deal with the joking advances of his skirt chasing cousin.
“GO AWAY YUUSHI I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME!” He yelled at the door, cheeks red from embarrassment. His voice didn’t even sound like him anymore either! Yuushi would know something was up. Dammit why did this have to happen to him?! “I don’t care what you say just go away!”
The voice on the inside of the door was not his cousin’s voice. It was the same accent, but it was higher. Much higher. It didn’t take Yuushi long to put two and two together to equal breasts. He smiled slowly. So his poor cousin had been afflicted by this strange phenomenon, just as Keigo had. He wondered why he hadn’t, but that was a trouble for another day. Right now, he had to get into the apartment.. And writing that it was raining hadn’t gotten the door open. He had little recourse. Besides, he had to get in and see her. He had to.
“Kenya.” His voice changed to a rather loud plea. “Look. I’m sorry, okay. It was a one time thing really. I love you! I want to be with you. That other guy...he was just a friend. You have to understand. Come on. Let me in!! I can explain it better. Please...” He banged loudly on the door, sounding for all the world like a lover who had just been tossed out by a jealous boyfriend. “You know I’d never never cheat on you. You’re my life. My world!! You’re the only one I want to sleep with, I swear!” And he was sure the light in the apartment next door just went on. He was indeed waking the neighbors.
With every word his cousin spoke, Kenya felt more and more horror slip into his world. H-he really did it! That asshole made things sound really bad!
Kenya surged toward the door, yanking it open. In a blur, he grabbed Yuushi by the shirt and pulled him inside, only to shut and lock it with a loud bang. He was going to feel mortified when meeting his neighbors again, he was sure, but this... this as the only way to get Yuushi to shut up. By embarrassing himself and taking the mockery that came with it.
“Dammit Yuushi why did you do that?!” He asked angrily, though didn’t turn to face his cousin. He wanted to prolong it, at least a little. And oh god, were those female hormones that made him want to cry in frustration? This. SUCKED!
Yuushi usually went through with his threats and it got him what he wanted. He was rushed inside and jumped a little at the slamming of the door. He smiled slowly and adjusted his glasses that had gone askew by the force of the pull. “Because, my darling cousin, you didn’t let me in.” He breathed, looking the other over. He wasn’t too subtle about it either. Because Yuushi was a fan of beauty in all forms. If it was sexy, it was okay in his book, and Kenya was terribly sexy. with ill fitting clothing, he...or well...she...looked like she was just greeting her lover with an offer of dinner, a bath, or herself. And for a moment, he thought about the words he had uttered to...Keiko...they were wrong...They were amoral. Looking at Kenya...he decided he really didn’t care about morality and taboo all that much after all.
“You look...” He had to tread carefully, he didn’t want to get slapped again. “Like you need some new clothing.” Because telling his cousin what he really thought would wind him back outside.
“You think?!” Excuse him, Yuushi. Kenya is just so... so... he doesn’t like this and is making no attempts to keep it hidden. He sighed, turning around to lean against the door. He raked his hand through his hair and suddenly became a little conscious of the fact that he was wearing things he might normally in bed. It resulted in him crossing his arms over his chest and looking away indignantly, cheeks flushed. Probably a bad decision, if the way his chest became more prominent, completely equipped with cleavage.
“Nothing in my closet fits. It’s all so awkward, so I just tugged this thing on.” He meant the shirt. “And I don’t know if I want to go out there looking like this.”
Eyes on face...Eyes on face...eyes on...hello there. It was difficult not to look when Kenya did things like that. Yuushi was not normally a breast man. They were nice. Fun to play with. Enjoyable to look at. But ultimately it was the legs that really got his motor running. But breasts or legs, Kenya had quite the nice set of either. Any red blooded depraved bisexual would have looked. He thanked every god he could think of for getting to see this unconsciously naughty display.
“I can help you know. I have an older sister.” And many many girlfriends over the years, “I know how to shop for women’s clothing.” Plus he had the funds. So it wasn’t like Kenya could use money as an excuse for refusing him. “I’ll take you shopping and then you won’t have to worry.”
No one should look a gift horse in the mouth, yet Kenya was... skeptical, to say the least. Grateful though he may be for the offer, it was still Yuushi that offered. He would end up having to bare some kind of consequence for that kindness, he was sure. Whatever way it presented itself. Did he want to bother with it?
This took more effort than it should to decide as he shifted uncomfortably. Still, though, he couldn’t look at his cousin when he finally spoke. “S-sure...I’ll go. But on one condition. Leave your phone here, I don’t want you taking pictures of this!”
Because of course that would be Kenya’s only condition. He was too simple to think of anything bigger, like ‘don’t look, don’t touch, don’t even think about it’.
He was rather surprised, and pleased, that Kenya agreed without much trouble. He was so used to having to trick his relative into going along with what he wanted. The blond was just adorably stubborn at times. Perhaps the gender alteration had made him a bit more agreeable. He didn’t know if he liked or disliked such a thing. He had been prepared to argue out his case. But Kenya had agreed and so he was going to not question that.
“Wonderful.” He clapped his hands together once, trying to keep the smile off his face. The cat eating the canary smile. It was good that long ago he had mastered the poker face so well. It also helped that Kenya was denying him his phone for this outing. There would be no saving this for posterity then. He would have to engrave it into his memory. This moment in life where his cousin had turned from an attractive man into an equally attractive woman.
Without much of a fight, he pulled his phone out and placed it upon the table where Kenya could see it. “There we go. Now...” He walked over to Kenya and noted that he was even taller than him...well...her now. It gave him a very good view down her shirt if he wanted to look. “I think in this case, a cab would be a better way to travel. There is a bus, but I don’t think I want you to endure the stares of the other passengers.” Though he would have protected Kenya. Made sure whatever perverts were on the bus that day knew that the pretty blond already had herself a pervert of her very own.
Why did Kenya suddenly feel like he’d signed a deal with the devil? He might have flailed more if his new breasts didn’t wobble so uncomfortably. It made him shiver and quickly duck away from Yuushi to dig through his clothing. Did he have anything at all that was tighter that might fit him now? Well, he had some skinny jeans and even though it was summer he’d probably end up wearing a hoodie with it. Yeah. Those would work.
“Just... stay there.” He said, practically running to his dresser to dig clothing out. It wasn’t that he was eager, but that he wanted to get into something that made him feel more comfortable and less vulnerable around Yuushi than his underwear and t-shirt did. One slip up and he’d be mortified at showing him what this body looked like. Or worse... doomed over the mere thought getting him riled up. Which was uncomfortable, to say the least. “I’m going to take a quick shower and change.”
With that, Kenya scooped his clothing up and disappeared into the bathroom, damn near leaving a streak in the wake of his speed.
Kenya was fast. Faster as a girl, it seemed. He didn’t have much time to call out after her. Instead, he moved after her, towards the room where Kenya disappeared. A shower? Hmmm...He considered his options. He could just let himself in...or peek through the keyhole. Instead, he leaned against the bathroom door and called out “Ken-tan, do you want me to wash your back for you?” He asked and leaned a little harder on the door. It it wasn’t shut completely and he fell through, it wasn’t his fault.
Faster as a girl was probably accurate since the water was on and he was out of his- er... her clothes in no time. In fact, he was under the jet, head under the water already when Yuushi asked if he needed help. The answer would have been ‘HELL NO!’ had he heard it, but all that caught him was the loud thud of his cousin hitting the floor of his bathroom, which made him jump and poke his head from behind the curtain.
“What the hell are you doing, Yuu?” If looks could kill, Yuushi might be dead. Full on slaughtered.
The door gave way when he leaned upon it and he ended up on the floor, just a few feet away from her shed clothing. He heard the sound of the water and looked up. Looked up to see his cousin peeking out at him from behind the curtain. He could barely see the silhouette of her body. It was quite a tease to him and he wished suddenly for x-ray vision. Kenya was surely very delicious behind that curtain and here he was, splayed out on the floor like an idiot.
He pushed himself up and righted his glasses. They were steamed up from the heat of the room, or perhaps the sexiness just behind that curtain, waiting to be unveiled by him. But first he had to deal with a very angry blond. He strode towards the shower and stopped, shifting a little more to the left to try and peer around the offending material. “Nothing for once. I was leaning against the door to talk to you and it just fell open.” It was the truth too. He really hadn’t done anything to make it happen. It just had. But he wasn’t going to let such an opportunity pass him by. “I’ll leave in just a second, alright?”
As boys, Kenya might not be as shy to show his body to Yuushi, considering they’d seen each other naked enough as kids. As a girl now, that was completely different. The body he currently had was even new to himself, and had yet to even just look at himself naked, being bashful enough about it. Like he might be staring at someone else, almost. It felt perverse. Even though he was currently in the shower, he still wasn’t looking down.
“...Fine. Whatever. As long as you’re back in THERE by the time I have to get out.” Kenya grumped and ducked behind the curtain again, pulling it closed. It was probably a naive move, on his part, to actually trust his lecherous cousin. But at the same time he had no reason not to, too.
Reaching above himself, he grabbed the shampoo he used and squirt a little dob in his hand, then began washing his hair, none the wiser to his cousin’s hidden intentions.
Just one peek...Just one. Then he would behave. Plus he could argue that he needed to see to help her get the sizing right when picking things out for her. With slow and purposeful movements, he walked over to the edge of the shower. Kenya...was going to hate him. He knew that without a doubt. Hand upon the curtain, he pulled. And there she was. Soap most likely in her eyes if she opened them. Gloriously naked and very much a girl. Every inch of her a dazzling gift of beauty, made more sinful by the water slowly running down her body. It took every ounce of willpower not to just join her in there. Not to just push her against the wall and claim her body. His little tensai hated him for being able to this time, withstand the desires. He had seen what he wanted.
“I’ll be just out there.” he purred and forced himself to walk out, mind still swimming with the image of his cousin. Lower body still hard from just that one look at her.
The sad part was Kenya was none the wiser about what Yuushi had decided to do. He didn’t know that a look had been stolen or that he presented an erotic image to him at all. Kenya was just washing his hair. Though he would have to admit that showering as a girl was quite a bit nicer. Something about it seemed... more relaxing. Maybe it was because somehow he knew he wouldn’t have to attend class and he could get the rest he deserved. For however long being a woman lasted. Hopefully not the rest of his life, though. That would suck.
Turning the water off when he was rinsed, he peeked out of the shower to see if Yuushi had gone and sighed in relief to not see his lecherous cousin anywhere. Unceremoniously, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off and taking no time to get dressed. Actually, he felt pretty secure in the outfit he chose, but... at the same time, he had no underwear on what-so-ever. No bra, no panties or even boxers. Kenya didn’t figure it would do much good to wear whatever underwear he had, since it wasn’t really much different than wearing a pair of shorts. It made him feel heat creep onto his cheeks as he finally came out, dressed and ready.
“I feel really mismatched.” He sighed, pulling the somewhat loose pants up. That wouldn’t do, so he started for the pair of pants he wore the previous night and grabbed the belt from them, them still being on the floor after chucking them off and falling into bed exhausted. Which meant he got to give Yuushi at least some view of his stomach as he slid it through the loops. “Okay, ready to go whenever you are.”
The things Kenya did to him without realizing it. She was such a tease. Yuushi knew it wasn’t on purpose, but the little tensai down below certainly didn’t care about semantics. That made him flash to the image in the shower and the thought of what it would be like to touch that exposed flesh. Lick it. Caress it. He hadn’t realized Kenya had spoken until a minute too late, he had been so happy in his little fantasy.
Quickly, for Yuushi at least, he recovered, and nodded. “I called a cab while I was waiting for you. It should be here. I already have a good idea where to go. I know just the clothing store.” Something sexy yet sporty. Without further ado, he put his hand against the middle of her back to guide her out, thumb already traveling up and down her spine, sad that the cloth hindered his sense of touch. He had been correct. The cab was waiting for them.
“Oh.” He nodded, smiling bright. It was Kenya so she wasn’t going to stay sulky and bashful forever, what with always being a bright little ball of sunshine. There was a small triumph in the back of his/her mind that ‘hah ha! no bra for Yuushi to snap or unclasp on him’, and that was enough momentarily.
Kenya slid on his shoes, frowning at the fact that they were too big for him now, like everything else. At least if he was going to be a girl, why the hell couldn’t he have stayed the same size? It would have made things so much easier! So, instead, slid back out of the too-large shoes and into a pair of equally large flip flops. Yuushi might just have to catch her if she fell, because that was likely to happen.
Once outside, a twist of the key in the door to lock it, and they were safe to slide into the backseat of the cab. This... was going to be a long trip, he was sure. Please, kill him now.
Her smile. The sun had just come out and shined a light upon his dark little world. He wished he could get a picture of that. Instead, he sat in the cab and gave the directions to the store they were going. He scooted a bit closer to Kenya, so that his trouser clad thigh could rub against Kenya’s. So that perhaps, he could see her jiggle when the cab hit bumps. And wonder, how much he’d have to bribe the cabby to let him have his way with her in the back of the car. It was indeed going to be a long ride and he forced himself to look foward the entire way, else be dragged into temptation.
Scooting against the side of the door, Kenya leaned against it and stare out the window. It seemed they were both trying not to look at each other. Yuushi for the temptation, and Kenya so he didn’t have to see if he was being looked at weird. It was probably pretty weird for him, right? Seeing someone he’d grown up with as a boy suddenly becoming a woman over night. Literally. But the question was, where was all the mockery? Where was Yuushi trying to touch her and tease her now that she had breasts instead of pecks? It just... wasn’t there. Did Yuushi have pity for his little cousin now?
Shifting uncomfortably, he stole a glance at his cousin and curiously stare at him. Yuushi had always had a pretty good poker face, even when they were kids, so he couldn’t even begin to fathom what was going on behind those glasses and shaggy hair. It made her worry. What was going on?
“So... what kind of place is this, anyway?” Kenya finally asked, staring down at her lap, hand smoothing against the fabric of her jeans nervously. “It’s not like a dirty shop is it? I won’t wear anything from there.”
He wouldn’t look...he wouldn’t....It was strange to talk to her without facing her though. “You’ll like it. It’s not one of those stores at all. It’s that trendy sporty store you pass on your run. The one right next to the park.” He explained. “They should have everything we need.” And then some. He was sure Kenya would look darling with little hair ornaments. “Have some faith in me, Ken -tan.” Unlike the other blond he had been with earlier in the day, Kenya’s name didn’t really lend itself to an easy girl’s form of the name. He might come up with something to call her later, but Kenya’s name just fell so easily from his lips as it was. “In fact,” he finally looked at her with a small somewhat innocent, for Yuushi that is, smile. “I think we just arrived.”
“Oh!” Kenya delighted at hearing that, actually, smiling accordingly. She didn’t have to dread going into the store since she knew what one Yuushi was talking about. It was a small enough one with decent clothing. He’d only noticed it because he had to run through a bunch of customers during a sale once. That had been a pain but at least now it was worth it, in hindsight.
When the cap pulled to a stop, Kenya made sure to look before he got out on the street side, more used to being a boy than waiting for chivalry to happen. Though he did leave Yuushi to pay since that’s what he said he’d do on this outing. It wasn’t like Kenya could use any of his credit cards anyway, given that he looked nothing like his ID anymore and they’d think he stole it and call the cops instead.
Stepping onto the curb, the blonde peered into the store window and smiled. Yeah. This was definitely his style, if he had to dress like a woman for the rest of his life. In fact, he’d probably make a habit of wearing a sports bra and those boy shorts panties out of sheer comfort, instead of some frilly number that would be more of a turn on to... oh holy crap. What was he now, a lesbian or straight?!
“Naa, Yuushi.” He turned to his cousin, quizzical expression plastered to his face. “What would I be now? A lesbian?” N-nevermind that some guys were nicer looking than others to him. That, she’d leave out.
He pouted just a little. He had been looking forward to opening Kenya’s cab door. But he supposed that he would settle for the door to the store instead. Cab paid, he joined his speedy cousin. His date for the afternoon. He could tell the blonde was pleased with his choice. And he was sure that the clothing would fit her perfectly. The sexy sporty girl. His mind thought about the track he’d have to play to get Kenya to the fun part of the game when the other asked him a question. There had never been a question like that in a get girl game....which he swore he played just for the romance... It took a moment to recover from such an unexpected query.
He adjusted his glasses and stood next to her, his reflection joining hers. In the window, they looked like such a cute couple. “What should you be?” Oh, the ways he could answer that. The word ‘mine’ rested a moment on his nearly traitorous tongue. “What you’ve always been. You’re Kenya. And I won’t think any less of you for being you. I never have.” Despite his teasing and his picking on his cousin, Yuushi truly did think highly of the boy...girl...Kenya. It just didn’t stop him from thinking a great many other more dirty things about her. He looped an arm about her and gave her a small hug. The couple in the reflection seemed to share a truly loving moment.
“Now...let’s get you taken care of....Keina.” He teased, easily finding the feminine for his cousin. And with his accent, it did sound quite a bit like Kenya.
“Keina?” Her eyebrows drew together in confusion, for a brief moment. Yeah, he could see that. If he was going to be a girl for however long, going by ‘Kenya’ probably wouldn’t be the best of options. People would look at her weird for having a boys name. Fine, fine. He’d give Yuushi that much, at least. Upon entering the store, he felt a little overwhelmed. Both by the delightful womanly scent of nice perfumes, but also by the fact that the clothing seemed to be color coordinated on the racks. Pink clothing with pink, yellow with yellow, and so on.
It scared him. Just a little. Females were about as organized as he was.
“That didn’t really answer the question though.” Kenya pouted. “But whatever.”
A nice young woman came up to them, eyeballing Kenya like she was so, so out of place. Indeed she was, but the helper woman would never know just how much. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Man, was she too cheerful or what? This was already humiliating again. “U-uh... I need... stuff.”
He followed her in and let her look around. Of course one of the sales women would come immediately. Because those women could spot troubled girls. A lioness after a wounded gazelle. But he’d not let Kenya be cut from the herd. He’d not leave her to the lions. She already had a tiger. But then Kenya decided to be a gazelle even more. Stuff? Stuff? He sighed and decided it was time to step in fore she really made a fool of herself.
“Keina.” He cooed a little. “It’s all right. You don’t have to be shy. You see,” He turned his charm on the sales woman. “It’s our first anniversary. And I thought I’d treat my dearest Keina here would to some shopping. My treat, of course. But she’s always so so shy about things. She never knows just what to pick.” He motioned to the store. “So perhaps we can commandeer a changing room and you can just keep bringing us things.” He pulled out a credit card...not the same mystically powerful credit card that Keigo owned...but one step below. He leaned in and purred at the woman. “Maybe some...intimate things too. So we can celebrate our anniversary tonight properly.” He winked at the woman and then turned towards his cousin, gentle taking her hand like they were truly boyfriend and girlfriend. “I think the changing rooms are this way.”
First the color bleached from Kenya’s face, instantly more mortified with every word that Yuushi spoke, until finally he just.. stopped and-- pwlehdsph WHAT?!?!?! Kenya might have slapped Yuushi if he was violent at all. He’d deserve it. But hey. Two could play at that game, right?
Right.
Kenya turned to put her hand on Yuushi’s chest as the color came back into her face, nice and vivid. She looked incredibly bashful, and it was probably due to more annoyance and embarrassment than it was being coy. “Ah ah~ I’d rather surprise you--” the next word came out a lot easier than she thought it would. “Love, so you stay here.” She even finished it off with a wink as she kept him from going inside the dressing room with her, promptly shutting the door in his face. Hah! Take that, Yuushi!
A door in his face. At least it was better than a vase flying at his head. At least better than being slapped. Plus, she had called him love. And she had looked so cute and coy. She really knew how to work it. But now he stood there, staring at the changing room door and pouting a little. It was no fair at all, shut out of shangri la. Locked away from paradise by a simple door. He couldn’t even pull what he did to get into the apartment. But he would get in somehow.
The saleswoman came back with armloads of clothing. Some undergarments too. She laughed a little and handed them over to him. Accepting them, he knocked politely on the door. “Keina darling, the lady brought the first set of clothing.” He would have to hand them to her. She would have to open the door.
Quickly, she peeked out the door and looked at Yuushi, this time embarrassment evident by the raise of eyebrows as she looked so much more lost than before. “A-ah... Uhm. I don’t...” A quick, uncomfortable shift, eyes darting between Yuushi and the garments. “I don’t know my size.”
What cup size was he? What size was his waist now? He didn’t know any of this stuff! “Is there... a way to measure without having to try that stuff on? I...”
Maybe it wasn’t visible but Kenya crossed her arm over her chest, knees pressing together before reluctantly leaning closer to Yuushi. “I didn’t wear anything under this.”
She looked so scared....so awkward. His heart went out to her. But he had his way in. He just had to convince her that he was the expert here. He pitched his voice into a whisper, as if sharing a lover’s secret. “It’s all right. I know enough about girls and fashion to help. I don’t think you want the sale’s lady in there with you...Plus I’ve already seen you, right?” He stepped slightly forward. Maybe he could wedge his way in.
Hands before him, he reached beyond the door placing his hands gently...carefully, around her middle. He immediately let go and announced quietly, “Size 2.” He then leafed through the many garments he had been given and dug out the 2s. With the group he made sure there were undergarments. “Here...try these.” He held them out to her. “And remember, I’m here to help you.”
As a woman, he really was about that helpless. He never got the chance to go shopping with any lady friends since they didn’t generally stick around that long and he could never fathom why. Kenya was a nice guy. Maybe... he was better suited to being a woman? That was a terrible thought.
One that was drowned out by the arm around his waist and the heat rising to his cheeks again. Since that fateful night when Kenya listened to Yuushi tell him that poem and the odd reaction it had, being in close quarters was more or less something he’d been even more defensive about. She felt guilty for... for having himself off while on the phone. It lead her to stepping back with a smile as she took the items. But only then it struck her...
“WHAT?!” Kenya squawked loudly, then lowered her voice as she stare at Yuushi, giving him the stink eye. “When did you see me?” It all kind of... rushed out in one big word almost, obviously angry.
She took the clothing he offered. He wondered if he could convince her to let him it. Did she even know how to put any of this on properly. The master of taking off a bra would certainly know how to put one on. But it seemed he had to deal with the loud angry rush of words. He’d made a mistake, but one he was sure could worm out of...somehow. He had to think, and fast. “Shhh...Not so loud.” He murmured. “And it’s not like that. I’ve seen you many times. Or have you forgotten about all the baths we took together as kids.” Though Kenya was a woman now.... how to fix this more. “Plus...We’ve both had health class. I know what to expect. Unless,” He held up an array of brassieres. “You want to try this all on your own.” When all else failed...ultimatum.
Health class and as kids. Those were legitimate things, yes, but he was not a girl at that point! How the hell did that count for now, huh? Without further adieu, Kenya snatched the bra’s away from Yuushi’s grasp battled with himself over that ultimatum. No, he didn’t know how to put them or, but how hard could they really be?
“Stay there. If I... n-need help I’ll ask.” Unceremoniously, Kenya followed that with shutting the door on Yuushi all over again.
She look at herself in the mirror, awkwardly staring at the body he’d found himself in. It was totally foreign to him. He knew nothing about it and was too embarrassed to let Yuushi guide her. This was all totally wrong! Enough that Kenya sat down on the bench provided, heap of clothing in her lap as she just... stare at it. This was so much more overwhelming than she thought it would be when coming out for clothing. It was necessary, yes, but... Kenya sighed and reached out for the door handle. Fine, fine. She’d brave the humiliation. It wasn’t like Yuushi probably hadn’t seen what she had on other women, or that they weren’t family anyway.
“Yuu?” The door slid open a little, where her hand dropped. “If you promise not to laugh at me... I guess it’s okay.”
And again with the door shutting. He was getting tired of doors in his face. He sighed. Damnit. Maybe next time. But he resigned himself to sitting outside the changing room like other bored out of their mind men would too soon. He heard her voice. Her nickname for him. She had caved. Victory from the jaws of defeat. He had to put on his best neutral face to hide the utter glee he felt. And there, the door opened. His entry into a world of absolute wonder. He’d not let it shut on him again.
With care, he slid it more and then slid inside, shutting it firmly behind him, surprised at how roomy the changing room was. “I swear.” He stated gravely. “I swear that I will not laugh at you.” Anything but laugh, really. And he supposed they’d have to start with the first step. Choosing the right sort of undergarments. “And I may have to touch you like I did before, to guess your sizing.” It would be her only warning.
“Just don’t get handsy, you pervert.” It slipped from Kenya’s mouth before she had the chance to really think about it. That couldn’t be helped, though. It was an automatic response from years of teasing. To complete it, she even deadpanned at him.
Despite Yuushi being let into the room, ‘Keina’ wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Not in the least. In fact, she held a bra up to her chest without even bothering to take the shirt off, just to prove that he wouldn’t be seeing any skin. But that was also when she paled a little, to see how... s-s-see-thru it was. THIS WAS SPORTY?! Psh.
“Not that one!” She hissed and tossed it onto the bench, off to the side where she was sure a pile of clothing would grow.
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t image it.” A blatant lie. He imagined more than just getting a little handsy, but she didn’t have to know that. He watched the first of the choices raise and he almost made a quip about the fact that her shirt was in the way of a proper fit. But soon after, the offending garment went flying his way. He had a feeling he would be dealing with a lot of undesirable clothing. He wondered if he could speed things up a little. He knew how Kenya hated slowness.
Looking through the choices, he found something that might work and walked over, to right behind her. Carefully, so not to startle her and get an elbow in the dick, he reached around her to hold up his choice. At least this one wasn’t see through. Sure, it was Yuushi’s favorite shade of green too, but that was neither here nor there. His voice purred into her ear. ‘How about this one, Keina? Better than the first at least?”
None of them were better than the other, but he did want to pick one and leave. Or pick one and have Yuushi leave, what with the way he was holding her and speaking turning out to make her body feel warm. In fact, Kenya’s cheeks tinged pink as she forced herself to keep her eyes on the bra, and not the image of them in the mirror looking like actual lovers. What with him sort of almost cupping her so the bra fit right against her chest.
“Uh... y-yeah this is fine. Turn around so I can try it on.” Like hell she was going to let him see her topless!!
Gently elbowing Yuushi, Kenya brought her hands up to take the garment from him. Even the slightest finger brush made her tingle, but she didn’t jump from the contact because Kenya was a guy and not some dumb little maiden in one of Yuushi’s dirty books. Blushing a lot didn’t count! “Alright?” She asked, smiling brightly, though still not looking at him.
Kenya’s elbows were sharp regardless how gentle he was hit with them. He knew that she wanted him to turn around and if he was really the gentleman he claimed to be, then he would do that. He would turn his back and not look. He really was a gentleman when he wanted to be, but there was something about Kenya that made him want to not be. Very much so. But he did turn his back, for the moment. Only for a moment, He’d find a way to turn back around.
“Just let me know if you need help. They can be...complicated.” Hard to put on, harder to take off. “I’ll also have some...other garments for you.” At least the panties were boy style.
Watching Yuushi like a hawk, she smiled when he actually did turn around, and gave a small sigh of relief. That was one less pain she had to go through. Quick as ever, Kenya slid her sweatshirt off and let it land clumsily at her feet on the floor. This is when she finally got to see what she looked like, though, as she tilted her head and looked in the mirror. Kenya’s breasts were pretty perky! Not too big for her body and the pink buds of her nipples looked soft like a flower petal. She wasn’t going to explore herself any further, not with Yuushi actually there, behind her, waiting for her to be done...
She stare at the green bra then, like it might be a puzzle she had to solve. How hard could it really be to put this thing on, anyway? It looked simple enough. Arms through the holes, check. Breasts in the cups, check. Clasps hoked... wpeihsdh SHE KEPT MISSING! Struggle as she might, she couldn’t get it. How the hell did women do this?
“...I can’t get it hooked.” Kenya whimpered.
He heard the whisper of the cloth as it hit the ground. It was a wonderful sound. He wished to look over his shoulder so badly. He waited though. He was patient...sometimes. And his patience was rewarded. Success. He heard the whimper and it sounded like the song of angels. Turning, he beheld a most wondrous of sights. Keina...she was...she put Keiko to shame. He chuckled despite of himself and shifted.
His hands slide down her back, fingertips caressing down her spine, lips just barely brushing her neck as he spoke. “I can get that then.” He purred, lightly taking the ends. Different really. Usually, he was taking them off...He hooked it without any trouble at all and kissed the back of her neck unconsciously. “See...just that easy. How does it feel? Does it fit right? Would you like to try a different one?” As he spoke, his fingers kept brushing over her back.
Such a simple touch shouldn’t feel like that. Especially since it was Yuushi, but Kenya was... getting more used to the idea. It was hard not to, when her body kept reacting to him the way it did. Blushing the way she was and wanting to lean into his touch more. The kiss to her neck totally helped, though she knew she should push him off. Push him out of the room and fix the rest herself now that the hard part was over with.
“It’s um...” She looked uncomfortable for a moment, trying not to meet his gaze for as long as she could. It was stupid, how much she didn’t want to look at him, but at the same time... well. She wanted to see how he reacted to her. “I guess it’s fine. They’re not supposed to be that comfortable are they?”
Of course, diverted attention went where her breasts were, as did her hands. She shifted the material, still trying to act as though everything was normal despite the fact that it wasn’t at all. Her fingers played with the fabric, making sure it stayed put and didn’t dig in. That she wasn’t showing too much cleavage. This was really weird. “Are there panties to match?”
She didn’t push him away. She just blushed more. He didn’t feel the need to move away either. Instead, he stayed put, lightly nuzzling the back of her neck, his hands slowly creeping around to her front to rest upon her stomach a moment. a small, gentle hug. A sweet nonthreatening cuddle. They hadn’t hugged since they were small. He missed it. He missed the closeness they used to have. It wasn’t just a sexual thing either. He did truly deeply miss his cousin. Though he knew it would never return to what it once had been, he could still wax nostalgic about the good old days and steal a moment now while he could.
He rested there for a moment, feeling her shifting under his hands. “Actually, they are supposed to be comfortable. I doubt anyone would wear them if they weren’t. I think it’s just because you aren’t used to this.” If Kenya stayed like this, then maybe she would get used to it. But did Yuushi really want her to remain like this? Even he didn’t have an answer for that question. Instead, he shifted and kissed her shoulder lightly before his hands moved upwards to help her adjust a little more. She didn’t have to stuff so he couldn’t use the same tricks he had on Keiko. He just went for it, using the adjustment as an excuse. An excuse to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze.
“There are indeed. They’re even boy style. I thought you might prefer that. They have girl ones too, but I already put those to the no pile.” Though it might be nice to see his Keina in sexy frilly panties.
Being as close to Yuushi wasn’t... as uncomfortable as she thought it might be. He was being really sweet with her, and it was as much amazing as it was difficult to remember that they were cousins. That being this cozy should make her feel guilty instead of... s-something else. And it was all the more difficult when he felt hands adjusting the bra, only to rest on her chest and that squeeze definitely did something to make her loosen up a little more. Kenya’s eyes fluttered, lips parting slightly.
“Y-yeah... that’s... a good place for them.” Whether Kenya meant Yuushi’s hands or the panties, she didn’t specify. She did lean closer to him, resting her back against him, though.
She wasn’t bothered by this at all, it seemed. He could feel her relax and he decided to go a bit further. Sliding his hands under the fabric to touch her flesh. Her skin was nice and soft. He squeezed again, lightly, a small massage. She had some very nice breasts. Very very nice. Not as nice as her legs though. But he didn’t get to see her legs. Not yet. A hand slid out and he reached for her pants. Just playing with the top of them. “Do you want to?” He wasn’t any more specific about it than that. He’d learned his lesson with Keiko. He’d make Keina say it.
What: Yuushi takes his cousin shopping
When: Aug 5th
Where: Kenya’s apartment and down town at a store
Rating: NC17
Warnings: more than just kissing cousins
In the mirror was someone else entirely. Kenya couldn’t tell who it was, but she looked similar to himself when he was himself. Shaggy blonde hair, muscular legs and lean frame, a white v-neck t-shirt that seemed too loose, and his favorite boxer shorts that didn’t seem to fit properly. But this was him. Oshitari Kenya now a female. How the hell he got like this, he didn’t know. It was an impossibility that somehow... manifested into something that actually did happen.
He had breasts now and Yuushi was at his door and he couldn’t stop staring, holding his phone tight in his grip.
Why did this have to happen to him? Why couldn’t he just have stayed male and his cousin stay home like he told him to? Kenya didn’t want to answer the door. Didn’t want the mocking he would probably get and didn’t want to deal with the joking advances of his skirt chasing cousin.
“GO AWAY YUUSHI I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME!” He yelled at the door, cheeks red from embarrassment. His voice didn’t even sound like him anymore either! Yuushi would know something was up. Dammit why did this have to happen to him?! “I don’t care what you say just go away!”
The voice on the inside of the door was not his cousin’s voice. It was the same accent, but it was higher. Much higher. It didn’t take Yuushi long to put two and two together to equal breasts. He smiled slowly. So his poor cousin had been afflicted by this strange phenomenon, just as Keigo had. He wondered why he hadn’t, but that was a trouble for another day. Right now, he had to get into the apartment.. And writing that it was raining hadn’t gotten the door open. He had little recourse. Besides, he had to get in and see her. He had to.
“Kenya.” His voice changed to a rather loud plea. “Look. I’m sorry, okay. It was a one time thing really. I love you! I want to be with you. That other guy...he was just a friend. You have to understand. Come on. Let me in!! I can explain it better. Please...” He banged loudly on the door, sounding for all the world like a lover who had just been tossed out by a jealous boyfriend. “You know I’d never never cheat on you. You’re my life. My world!! You’re the only one I want to sleep with, I swear!” And he was sure the light in the apartment next door just went on. He was indeed waking the neighbors.
With every word his cousin spoke, Kenya felt more and more horror slip into his world. H-he really did it! That asshole made things sound really bad!
Kenya surged toward the door, yanking it open. In a blur, he grabbed Yuushi by the shirt and pulled him inside, only to shut and lock it with a loud bang. He was going to feel mortified when meeting his neighbors again, he was sure, but this... this as the only way to get Yuushi to shut up. By embarrassing himself and taking the mockery that came with it.
“Dammit Yuushi why did you do that?!” He asked angrily, though didn’t turn to face his cousin. He wanted to prolong it, at least a little. And oh god, were those female hormones that made him want to cry in frustration? This. SUCKED!
Yuushi usually went through with his threats and it got him what he wanted. He was rushed inside and jumped a little at the slamming of the door. He smiled slowly and adjusted his glasses that had gone askew by the force of the pull. “Because, my darling cousin, you didn’t let me in.” He breathed, looking the other over. He wasn’t too subtle about it either. Because Yuushi was a fan of beauty in all forms. If it was sexy, it was okay in his book, and Kenya was terribly sexy. with ill fitting clothing, he...or well...she...looked like she was just greeting her lover with an offer of dinner, a bath, or herself. And for a moment, he thought about the words he had uttered to...Keiko...they were wrong...They were amoral. Looking at Kenya...he decided he really didn’t care about morality and taboo all that much after all.
“You look...” He had to tread carefully, he didn’t want to get slapped again. “Like you need some new clothing.” Because telling his cousin what he really thought would wind him back outside.
“You think?!” Excuse him, Yuushi. Kenya is just so... so... he doesn’t like this and is making no attempts to keep it hidden. He sighed, turning around to lean against the door. He raked his hand through his hair and suddenly became a little conscious of the fact that he was wearing things he might normally in bed. It resulted in him crossing his arms over his chest and looking away indignantly, cheeks flushed. Probably a bad decision, if the way his chest became more prominent, completely equipped with cleavage.
“Nothing in my closet fits. It’s all so awkward, so I just tugged this thing on.” He meant the shirt. “And I don’t know if I want to go out there looking like this.”
Eyes on face...Eyes on face...eyes on...hello there. It was difficult not to look when Kenya did things like that. Yuushi was not normally a breast man. They were nice. Fun to play with. Enjoyable to look at. But ultimately it was the legs that really got his motor running. But breasts or legs, Kenya had quite the nice set of either. Any red blooded depraved bisexual would have looked. He thanked every god he could think of for getting to see this unconsciously naughty display.
“I can help you know. I have an older sister.” And many many girlfriends over the years, “I know how to shop for women’s clothing.” Plus he had the funds. So it wasn’t like Kenya could use money as an excuse for refusing him. “I’ll take you shopping and then you won’t have to worry.”
No one should look a gift horse in the mouth, yet Kenya was... skeptical, to say the least. Grateful though he may be for the offer, it was still Yuushi that offered. He would end up having to bare some kind of consequence for that kindness, he was sure. Whatever way it presented itself. Did he want to bother with it?
This took more effort than it should to decide as he shifted uncomfortably. Still, though, he couldn’t look at his cousin when he finally spoke. “S-sure...I’ll go. But on one condition. Leave your phone here, I don’t want you taking pictures of this!”
Because of course that would be Kenya’s only condition. He was too simple to think of anything bigger, like ‘don’t look, don’t touch, don’t even think about it’.
He was rather surprised, and pleased, that Kenya agreed without much trouble. He was so used to having to trick his relative into going along with what he wanted. The blond was just adorably stubborn at times. Perhaps the gender alteration had made him a bit more agreeable. He didn’t know if he liked or disliked such a thing. He had been prepared to argue out his case. But Kenya had agreed and so he was going to not question that.
“Wonderful.” He clapped his hands together once, trying to keep the smile off his face. The cat eating the canary smile. It was good that long ago he had mastered the poker face so well. It also helped that Kenya was denying him his phone for this outing. There would be no saving this for posterity then. He would have to engrave it into his memory. This moment in life where his cousin had turned from an attractive man into an equally attractive woman.
Without much of a fight, he pulled his phone out and placed it upon the table where Kenya could see it. “There we go. Now...” He walked over to Kenya and noted that he was even taller than him...well...her now. It gave him a very good view down her shirt if he wanted to look. “I think in this case, a cab would be a better way to travel. There is a bus, but I don’t think I want you to endure the stares of the other passengers.” Though he would have protected Kenya. Made sure whatever perverts were on the bus that day knew that the pretty blond already had herself a pervert of her very own.
Why did Kenya suddenly feel like he’d signed a deal with the devil? He might have flailed more if his new breasts didn’t wobble so uncomfortably. It made him shiver and quickly duck away from Yuushi to dig through his clothing. Did he have anything at all that was tighter that might fit him now? Well, he had some skinny jeans and even though it was summer he’d probably end up wearing a hoodie with it. Yeah. Those would work.
“Just... stay there.” He said, practically running to his dresser to dig clothing out. It wasn’t that he was eager, but that he wanted to get into something that made him feel more comfortable and less vulnerable around Yuushi than his underwear and t-shirt did. One slip up and he’d be mortified at showing him what this body looked like. Or worse... doomed over the mere thought getting him riled up. Which was uncomfortable, to say the least. “I’m going to take a quick shower and change.”
With that, Kenya scooped his clothing up and disappeared into the bathroom, damn near leaving a streak in the wake of his speed.
Kenya was fast. Faster as a girl, it seemed. He didn’t have much time to call out after her. Instead, he moved after her, towards the room where Kenya disappeared. A shower? Hmmm...He considered his options. He could just let himself in...or peek through the keyhole. Instead, he leaned against the bathroom door and called out “Ken-tan, do you want me to wash your back for you?” He asked and leaned a little harder on the door. It it wasn’t shut completely and he fell through, it wasn’t his fault.
Faster as a girl was probably accurate since the water was on and he was out of his- er... her clothes in no time. In fact, he was under the jet, head under the water already when Yuushi asked if he needed help. The answer would have been ‘HELL NO!’ had he heard it, but all that caught him was the loud thud of his cousin hitting the floor of his bathroom, which made him jump and poke his head from behind the curtain.
“What the hell are you doing, Yuu?” If looks could kill, Yuushi might be dead. Full on slaughtered.
The door gave way when he leaned upon it and he ended up on the floor, just a few feet away from her shed clothing. He heard the sound of the water and looked up. Looked up to see his cousin peeking out at him from behind the curtain. He could barely see the silhouette of her body. It was quite a tease to him and he wished suddenly for x-ray vision. Kenya was surely very delicious behind that curtain and here he was, splayed out on the floor like an idiot.
He pushed himself up and righted his glasses. They were steamed up from the heat of the room, or perhaps the sexiness just behind that curtain, waiting to be unveiled by him. But first he had to deal with a very angry blond. He strode towards the shower and stopped, shifting a little more to the left to try and peer around the offending material. “Nothing for once. I was leaning against the door to talk to you and it just fell open.” It was the truth too. He really hadn’t done anything to make it happen. It just had. But he wasn’t going to let such an opportunity pass him by. “I’ll leave in just a second, alright?”
As boys, Kenya might not be as shy to show his body to Yuushi, considering they’d seen each other naked enough as kids. As a girl now, that was completely different. The body he currently had was even new to himself, and had yet to even just look at himself naked, being bashful enough about it. Like he might be staring at someone else, almost. It felt perverse. Even though he was currently in the shower, he still wasn’t looking down.
“...Fine. Whatever. As long as you’re back in THERE by the time I have to get out.” Kenya grumped and ducked behind the curtain again, pulling it closed. It was probably a naive move, on his part, to actually trust his lecherous cousin. But at the same time he had no reason not to, too.
Reaching above himself, he grabbed the shampoo he used and squirt a little dob in his hand, then began washing his hair, none the wiser to his cousin’s hidden intentions.
Just one peek...Just one. Then he would behave. Plus he could argue that he needed to see to help her get the sizing right when picking things out for her. With slow and purposeful movements, he walked over to the edge of the shower. Kenya...was going to hate him. He knew that without a doubt. Hand upon the curtain, he pulled. And there she was. Soap most likely in her eyes if she opened them. Gloriously naked and very much a girl. Every inch of her a dazzling gift of beauty, made more sinful by the water slowly running down her body. It took every ounce of willpower not to just join her in there. Not to just push her against the wall and claim her body. His little tensai hated him for being able to this time, withstand the desires. He had seen what he wanted.
“I’ll be just out there.” he purred and forced himself to walk out, mind still swimming with the image of his cousin. Lower body still hard from just that one look at her.
The sad part was Kenya was none the wiser about what Yuushi had decided to do. He didn’t know that a look had been stolen or that he presented an erotic image to him at all. Kenya was just washing his hair. Though he would have to admit that showering as a girl was quite a bit nicer. Something about it seemed... more relaxing. Maybe it was because somehow he knew he wouldn’t have to attend class and he could get the rest he deserved. For however long being a woman lasted. Hopefully not the rest of his life, though. That would suck.
Turning the water off when he was rinsed, he peeked out of the shower to see if Yuushi had gone and sighed in relief to not see his lecherous cousin anywhere. Unceremoniously, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off and taking no time to get dressed. Actually, he felt pretty secure in the outfit he chose, but... at the same time, he had no underwear on what-so-ever. No bra, no panties or even boxers. Kenya didn’t figure it would do much good to wear whatever underwear he had, since it wasn’t really much different than wearing a pair of shorts. It made him feel heat creep onto his cheeks as he finally came out, dressed and ready.
“I feel really mismatched.” He sighed, pulling the somewhat loose pants up. That wouldn’t do, so he started for the pair of pants he wore the previous night and grabbed the belt from them, them still being on the floor after chucking them off and falling into bed exhausted. Which meant he got to give Yuushi at least some view of his stomach as he slid it through the loops. “Okay, ready to go whenever you are.”
The things Kenya did to him without realizing it. She was such a tease. Yuushi knew it wasn’t on purpose, but the little tensai down below certainly didn’t care about semantics. That made him flash to the image in the shower and the thought of what it would be like to touch that exposed flesh. Lick it. Caress it. He hadn’t realized Kenya had spoken until a minute too late, he had been so happy in his little fantasy.
Quickly, for Yuushi at least, he recovered, and nodded. “I called a cab while I was waiting for you. It should be here. I already have a good idea where to go. I know just the clothing store.” Something sexy yet sporty. Without further ado, he put his hand against the middle of her back to guide her out, thumb already traveling up and down her spine, sad that the cloth hindered his sense of touch. He had been correct. The cab was waiting for them.
“Oh.” He nodded, smiling bright. It was Kenya so she wasn’t going to stay sulky and bashful forever, what with always being a bright little ball of sunshine. There was a small triumph in the back of his/her mind that ‘hah ha! no bra for Yuushi to snap or unclasp on him’, and that was enough momentarily.
Kenya slid on his shoes, frowning at the fact that they were too big for him now, like everything else. At least if he was going to be a girl, why the hell couldn’t he have stayed the same size? It would have made things so much easier! So, instead, slid back out of the too-large shoes and into a pair of equally large flip flops. Yuushi might just have to catch her if she fell, because that was likely to happen.
Once outside, a twist of the key in the door to lock it, and they were safe to slide into the backseat of the cab. This... was going to be a long trip, he was sure. Please, kill him now.
Her smile. The sun had just come out and shined a light upon his dark little world. He wished he could get a picture of that. Instead, he sat in the cab and gave the directions to the store they were going. He scooted a bit closer to Kenya, so that his trouser clad thigh could rub against Kenya’s. So that perhaps, he could see her jiggle when the cab hit bumps. And wonder, how much he’d have to bribe the cabby to let him have his way with her in the back of the car. It was indeed going to be a long ride and he forced himself to look foward the entire way, else be dragged into temptation.
Scooting against the side of the door, Kenya leaned against it and stare out the window. It seemed they were both trying not to look at each other. Yuushi for the temptation, and Kenya so he didn’t have to see if he was being looked at weird. It was probably pretty weird for him, right? Seeing someone he’d grown up with as a boy suddenly becoming a woman over night. Literally. But the question was, where was all the mockery? Where was Yuushi trying to touch her and tease her now that she had breasts instead of pecks? It just... wasn’t there. Did Yuushi have pity for his little cousin now?
Shifting uncomfortably, he stole a glance at his cousin and curiously stare at him. Yuushi had always had a pretty good poker face, even when they were kids, so he couldn’t even begin to fathom what was going on behind those glasses and shaggy hair. It made her worry. What was going on?
“So... what kind of place is this, anyway?” Kenya finally asked, staring down at her lap, hand smoothing against the fabric of her jeans nervously. “It’s not like a dirty shop is it? I won’t wear anything from there.”
He wouldn’t look...he wouldn’t....It was strange to talk to her without facing her though. “You’ll like it. It’s not one of those stores at all. It’s that trendy sporty store you pass on your run. The one right next to the park.” He explained. “They should have everything we need.” And then some. He was sure Kenya would look darling with little hair ornaments. “Have some faith in me, Ken -tan.” Unlike the other blond he had been with earlier in the day, Kenya’s name didn’t really lend itself to an easy girl’s form of the name. He might come up with something to call her later, but Kenya’s name just fell so easily from his lips as it was. “In fact,” he finally looked at her with a small somewhat innocent, for Yuushi that is, smile. “I think we just arrived.”
“Oh!” Kenya delighted at hearing that, actually, smiling accordingly. She didn’t have to dread going into the store since she knew what one Yuushi was talking about. It was a small enough one with decent clothing. He’d only noticed it because he had to run through a bunch of customers during a sale once. That had been a pain but at least now it was worth it, in hindsight.
When the cap pulled to a stop, Kenya made sure to look before he got out on the street side, more used to being a boy than waiting for chivalry to happen. Though he did leave Yuushi to pay since that’s what he said he’d do on this outing. It wasn’t like Kenya could use any of his credit cards anyway, given that he looked nothing like his ID anymore and they’d think he stole it and call the cops instead.
Stepping onto the curb, the blonde peered into the store window and smiled. Yeah. This was definitely his style, if he had to dress like a woman for the rest of his life. In fact, he’d probably make a habit of wearing a sports bra and those boy shorts panties out of sheer comfort, instead of some frilly number that would be more of a turn on to... oh holy crap. What was he now, a lesbian or straight?!
“Naa, Yuushi.” He turned to his cousin, quizzical expression plastered to his face. “What would I be now? A lesbian?” N-nevermind that some guys were nicer looking than others to him. That, she’d leave out.
He pouted just a little. He had been looking forward to opening Kenya’s cab door. But he supposed that he would settle for the door to the store instead. Cab paid, he joined his speedy cousin. His date for the afternoon. He could tell the blonde was pleased with his choice. And he was sure that the clothing would fit her perfectly. The sexy sporty girl. His mind thought about the track he’d have to play to get Kenya to the fun part of the game when the other asked him a question. There had never been a question like that in a get girl game....which he swore he played just for the romance... It took a moment to recover from such an unexpected query.
He adjusted his glasses and stood next to her, his reflection joining hers. In the window, they looked like such a cute couple. “What should you be?” Oh, the ways he could answer that. The word ‘mine’ rested a moment on his nearly traitorous tongue. “What you’ve always been. You’re Kenya. And I won’t think any less of you for being you. I never have.” Despite his teasing and his picking on his cousin, Yuushi truly did think highly of the boy...girl...Kenya. It just didn’t stop him from thinking a great many other more dirty things about her. He looped an arm about her and gave her a small hug. The couple in the reflection seemed to share a truly loving moment.
“Now...let’s get you taken care of....Keina.” He teased, easily finding the feminine for his cousin. And with his accent, it did sound quite a bit like Kenya.
“Keina?” Her eyebrows drew together in confusion, for a brief moment. Yeah, he could see that. If he was going to be a girl for however long, going by ‘Kenya’ probably wouldn’t be the best of options. People would look at her weird for having a boys name. Fine, fine. He’d give Yuushi that much, at least. Upon entering the store, he felt a little overwhelmed. Both by the delightful womanly scent of nice perfumes, but also by the fact that the clothing seemed to be color coordinated on the racks. Pink clothing with pink, yellow with yellow, and so on.
It scared him. Just a little. Females were about as organized as he was.
“That didn’t really answer the question though.” Kenya pouted. “But whatever.”
A nice young woman came up to them, eyeballing Kenya like she was so, so out of place. Indeed she was, but the helper woman would never know just how much. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Man, was she too cheerful or what? This was already humiliating again. “U-uh... I need... stuff.”
He followed her in and let her look around. Of course one of the sales women would come immediately. Because those women could spot troubled girls. A lioness after a wounded gazelle. But he’d not let Kenya be cut from the herd. He’d not leave her to the lions. She already had a tiger. But then Kenya decided to be a gazelle even more. Stuff? Stuff? He sighed and decided it was time to step in fore she really made a fool of herself.
“Keina.” He cooed a little. “It’s all right. You don’t have to be shy. You see,” He turned his charm on the sales woman. “It’s our first anniversary. And I thought I’d treat my dearest Keina here would to some shopping. My treat, of course. But she’s always so so shy about things. She never knows just what to pick.” He motioned to the store. “So perhaps we can commandeer a changing room and you can just keep bringing us things.” He pulled out a credit card...not the same mystically powerful credit card that Keigo owned...but one step below. He leaned in and purred at the woman. “Maybe some...intimate things too. So we can celebrate our anniversary tonight properly.” He winked at the woman and then turned towards his cousin, gentle taking her hand like they were truly boyfriend and girlfriend. “I think the changing rooms are this way.”
First the color bleached from Kenya’s face, instantly more mortified with every word that Yuushi spoke, until finally he just.. stopped and-- pwlehdsph WHAT?!?!?! Kenya might have slapped Yuushi if he was violent at all. He’d deserve it. But hey. Two could play at that game, right?
Right.
Kenya turned to put her hand on Yuushi’s chest as the color came back into her face, nice and vivid. She looked incredibly bashful, and it was probably due to more annoyance and embarrassment than it was being coy. “Ah ah~ I’d rather surprise you--” the next word came out a lot easier than she thought it would. “Love, so you stay here.” She even finished it off with a wink as she kept him from going inside the dressing room with her, promptly shutting the door in his face. Hah! Take that, Yuushi!
A door in his face. At least it was better than a vase flying at his head. At least better than being slapped. Plus, she had called him love. And she had looked so cute and coy. She really knew how to work it. But now he stood there, staring at the changing room door and pouting a little. It was no fair at all, shut out of shangri la. Locked away from paradise by a simple door. He couldn’t even pull what he did to get into the apartment. But he would get in somehow.
The saleswoman came back with armloads of clothing. Some undergarments too. She laughed a little and handed them over to him. Accepting them, he knocked politely on the door. “Keina darling, the lady brought the first set of clothing.” He would have to hand them to her. She would have to open the door.
Quickly, she peeked out the door and looked at Yuushi, this time embarrassment evident by the raise of eyebrows as she looked so much more lost than before. “A-ah... Uhm. I don’t...” A quick, uncomfortable shift, eyes darting between Yuushi and the garments. “I don’t know my size.”
What cup size was he? What size was his waist now? He didn’t know any of this stuff! “Is there... a way to measure without having to try that stuff on? I...”
Maybe it wasn’t visible but Kenya crossed her arm over her chest, knees pressing together before reluctantly leaning closer to Yuushi. “I didn’t wear anything under this.”
She looked so scared....so awkward. His heart went out to her. But he had his way in. He just had to convince her that he was the expert here. He pitched his voice into a whisper, as if sharing a lover’s secret. “It’s all right. I know enough about girls and fashion to help. I don’t think you want the sale’s lady in there with you...Plus I’ve already seen you, right?” He stepped slightly forward. Maybe he could wedge his way in.
Hands before him, he reached beyond the door placing his hands gently...carefully, around her middle. He immediately let go and announced quietly, “Size 2.” He then leafed through the many garments he had been given and dug out the 2s. With the group he made sure there were undergarments. “Here...try these.” He held them out to her. “And remember, I’m here to help you.”
As a woman, he really was about that helpless. He never got the chance to go shopping with any lady friends since they didn’t generally stick around that long and he could never fathom why. Kenya was a nice guy. Maybe... he was better suited to being a woman? That was a terrible thought.
One that was drowned out by the arm around his waist and the heat rising to his cheeks again. Since that fateful night when Kenya listened to Yuushi tell him that poem and the odd reaction it had, being in close quarters was more or less something he’d been even more defensive about. She felt guilty for... for having himself off while on the phone. It lead her to stepping back with a smile as she took the items. But only then it struck her...
“WHAT?!” Kenya squawked loudly, then lowered her voice as she stare at Yuushi, giving him the stink eye. “When did you see me?” It all kind of... rushed out in one big word almost, obviously angry.
She took the clothing he offered. He wondered if he could convince her to let him it. Did she even know how to put any of this on properly. The master of taking off a bra would certainly know how to put one on. But it seemed he had to deal with the loud angry rush of words. He’d made a mistake, but one he was sure could worm out of...somehow. He had to think, and fast. “Shhh...Not so loud.” He murmured. “And it’s not like that. I’ve seen you many times. Or have you forgotten about all the baths we took together as kids.” Though Kenya was a woman now.... how to fix this more. “Plus...We’ve both had health class. I know what to expect. Unless,” He held up an array of brassieres. “You want to try this all on your own.” When all else failed...ultimatum.
Health class and as kids. Those were legitimate things, yes, but he was not a girl at that point! How the hell did that count for now, huh? Without further adieu, Kenya snatched the bra’s away from Yuushi’s grasp battled with himself over that ultimatum. No, he didn’t know how to put them or, but how hard could they really be?
“Stay there. If I... n-need help I’ll ask.” Unceremoniously, Kenya followed that with shutting the door on Yuushi all over again.
She look at herself in the mirror, awkwardly staring at the body he’d found himself in. It was totally foreign to him. He knew nothing about it and was too embarrassed to let Yuushi guide her. This was all totally wrong! Enough that Kenya sat down on the bench provided, heap of clothing in her lap as she just... stare at it. This was so much more overwhelming than she thought it would be when coming out for clothing. It was necessary, yes, but... Kenya sighed and reached out for the door handle. Fine, fine. She’d brave the humiliation. It wasn’t like Yuushi probably hadn’t seen what she had on other women, or that they weren’t family anyway.
“Yuu?” The door slid open a little, where her hand dropped. “If you promise not to laugh at me... I guess it’s okay.”
And again with the door shutting. He was getting tired of doors in his face. He sighed. Damnit. Maybe next time. But he resigned himself to sitting outside the changing room like other bored out of their mind men would too soon. He heard her voice. Her nickname for him. She had caved. Victory from the jaws of defeat. He had to put on his best neutral face to hide the utter glee he felt. And there, the door opened. His entry into a world of absolute wonder. He’d not let it shut on him again.
With care, he slid it more and then slid inside, shutting it firmly behind him, surprised at how roomy the changing room was. “I swear.” He stated gravely. “I swear that I will not laugh at you.” Anything but laugh, really. And he supposed they’d have to start with the first step. Choosing the right sort of undergarments. “And I may have to touch you like I did before, to guess your sizing.” It would be her only warning.
“Just don’t get handsy, you pervert.” It slipped from Kenya’s mouth before she had the chance to really think about it. That couldn’t be helped, though. It was an automatic response from years of teasing. To complete it, she even deadpanned at him.
Despite Yuushi being let into the room, ‘Keina’ wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Not in the least. In fact, she held a bra up to her chest without even bothering to take the shirt off, just to prove that he wouldn’t be seeing any skin. But that was also when she paled a little, to see how... s-s-see-thru it was. THIS WAS SPORTY?! Psh.
“Not that one!” She hissed and tossed it onto the bench, off to the side where she was sure a pile of clothing would grow.
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t image it.” A blatant lie. He imagined more than just getting a little handsy, but she didn’t have to know that. He watched the first of the choices raise and he almost made a quip about the fact that her shirt was in the way of a proper fit. But soon after, the offending garment went flying his way. He had a feeling he would be dealing with a lot of undesirable clothing. He wondered if he could speed things up a little. He knew how Kenya hated slowness.
Looking through the choices, he found something that might work and walked over, to right behind her. Carefully, so not to startle her and get an elbow in the dick, he reached around her to hold up his choice. At least this one wasn’t see through. Sure, it was Yuushi’s favorite shade of green too, but that was neither here nor there. His voice purred into her ear. ‘How about this one, Keina? Better than the first at least?”
None of them were better than the other, but he did want to pick one and leave. Or pick one and have Yuushi leave, what with the way he was holding her and speaking turning out to make her body feel warm. In fact, Kenya’s cheeks tinged pink as she forced herself to keep her eyes on the bra, and not the image of them in the mirror looking like actual lovers. What with him sort of almost cupping her so the bra fit right against her chest.
“Uh... y-yeah this is fine. Turn around so I can try it on.” Like hell she was going to let him see her topless!!
Gently elbowing Yuushi, Kenya brought her hands up to take the garment from him. Even the slightest finger brush made her tingle, but she didn’t jump from the contact because Kenya was a guy and not some dumb little maiden in one of Yuushi’s dirty books. Blushing a lot didn’t count! “Alright?” She asked, smiling brightly, though still not looking at him.
Kenya’s elbows were sharp regardless how gentle he was hit with them. He knew that she wanted him to turn around and if he was really the gentleman he claimed to be, then he would do that. He would turn his back and not look. He really was a gentleman when he wanted to be, but there was something about Kenya that made him want to not be. Very much so. But he did turn his back, for the moment. Only for a moment, He’d find a way to turn back around.
“Just let me know if you need help. They can be...complicated.” Hard to put on, harder to take off. “I’ll also have some...other garments for you.” At least the panties were boy style.
Watching Yuushi like a hawk, she smiled when he actually did turn around, and gave a small sigh of relief. That was one less pain she had to go through. Quick as ever, Kenya slid her sweatshirt off and let it land clumsily at her feet on the floor. This is when she finally got to see what she looked like, though, as she tilted her head and looked in the mirror. Kenya’s breasts were pretty perky! Not too big for her body and the pink buds of her nipples looked soft like a flower petal. She wasn’t going to explore herself any further, not with Yuushi actually there, behind her, waiting for her to be done...
She stare at the green bra then, like it might be a puzzle she had to solve. How hard could it really be to put this thing on, anyway? It looked simple enough. Arms through the holes, check. Breasts in the cups, check. Clasps hoked... wpeihsdh SHE KEPT MISSING! Struggle as she might, she couldn’t get it. How the hell did women do this?
“...I can’t get it hooked.” Kenya whimpered.
He heard the whisper of the cloth as it hit the ground. It was a wonderful sound. He wished to look over his shoulder so badly. He waited though. He was patient...sometimes. And his patience was rewarded. Success. He heard the whimper and it sounded like the song of angels. Turning, he beheld a most wondrous of sights. Keina...she was...she put Keiko to shame. He chuckled despite of himself and shifted.
His hands slide down her back, fingertips caressing down her spine, lips just barely brushing her neck as he spoke. “I can get that then.” He purred, lightly taking the ends. Different really. Usually, he was taking them off...He hooked it without any trouble at all and kissed the back of her neck unconsciously. “See...just that easy. How does it feel? Does it fit right? Would you like to try a different one?” As he spoke, his fingers kept brushing over her back.
Such a simple touch shouldn’t feel like that. Especially since it was Yuushi, but Kenya was... getting more used to the idea. It was hard not to, when her body kept reacting to him the way it did. Blushing the way she was and wanting to lean into his touch more. The kiss to her neck totally helped, though she knew she should push him off. Push him out of the room and fix the rest herself now that the hard part was over with.
“It’s um...” She looked uncomfortable for a moment, trying not to meet his gaze for as long as she could. It was stupid, how much she didn’t want to look at him, but at the same time... well. She wanted to see how he reacted to her. “I guess it’s fine. They’re not supposed to be that comfortable are they?”
Of course, diverted attention went where her breasts were, as did her hands. She shifted the material, still trying to act as though everything was normal despite the fact that it wasn’t at all. Her fingers played with the fabric, making sure it stayed put and didn’t dig in. That she wasn’t showing too much cleavage. This was really weird. “Are there panties to match?”
She didn’t push him away. She just blushed more. He didn’t feel the need to move away either. Instead, he stayed put, lightly nuzzling the back of her neck, his hands slowly creeping around to her front to rest upon her stomach a moment. a small, gentle hug. A sweet nonthreatening cuddle. They hadn’t hugged since they were small. He missed it. He missed the closeness they used to have. It wasn’t just a sexual thing either. He did truly deeply miss his cousin. Though he knew it would never return to what it once had been, he could still wax nostalgic about the good old days and steal a moment now while he could.
He rested there for a moment, feeling her shifting under his hands. “Actually, they are supposed to be comfortable. I doubt anyone would wear them if they weren’t. I think it’s just because you aren’t used to this.” If Kenya stayed like this, then maybe she would get used to it. But did Yuushi really want her to remain like this? Even he didn’t have an answer for that question. Instead, he shifted and kissed her shoulder lightly before his hands moved upwards to help her adjust a little more. She didn’t have to stuff so he couldn’t use the same tricks he had on Keiko. He just went for it, using the adjustment as an excuse. An excuse to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze.
“There are indeed. They’re even boy style. I thought you might prefer that. They have girl ones too, but I already put those to the no pile.” Though it might be nice to see his Keina in sexy frilly panties.
Being as close to Yuushi wasn’t... as uncomfortable as she thought it might be. He was being really sweet with her, and it was as much amazing as it was difficult to remember that they were cousins. That being this cozy should make her feel guilty instead of... s-something else. And it was all the more difficult when he felt hands adjusting the bra, only to rest on her chest and that squeeze definitely did something to make her loosen up a little more. Kenya’s eyes fluttered, lips parting slightly.
“Y-yeah... that’s... a good place for them.” Whether Kenya meant Yuushi’s hands or the panties, she didn’t specify. She did lean closer to him, resting her back against him, though.
She wasn’t bothered by this at all, it seemed. He could feel her relax and he decided to go a bit further. Sliding his hands under the fabric to touch her flesh. Her skin was nice and soft. He squeezed again, lightly, a small massage. She had some very nice breasts. Very very nice. Not as nice as her legs though. But he didn’t get to see her legs. Not yet. A hand slid out and he reached for her pants. Just playing with the top of them. “Do you want to?” He wasn’t any more specific about it than that. He’d learned his lesson with Keiko. He’d make Keina say it.