Tomarashi's White Day - Entry 4
Title:I wish I wish with all my heart that Jun would be a girl so that I could see him in a dress
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: JunMa
Summary: Aiba uses his magic powers to turn Jun into a girl.
Aiba was a devil’s child, no really.
Don’t let the overly cheerful expression fool you.
He has weird blessings from the devil; yes the devil because his powers are used solely for the purpose of evil.
Jun glumly dabbed the mascara Aiba provided him and admired his reflection in the mirror.
Yesterday he took Aiba shopping and how does the man return the favour?
“Ohhh! Jun-chan look! That purple tube dress! It’s simple sparkling! I think Jun-chan would look so precious in it especially with this!” Aiba squealed pulling out a wide black belt with a big silver buckle whose sparkliness was second to none maybe except for the dress, or more accurately sad excuse of a cloth posing as a dress clutched in Aiba’s other hand.
Jun rolled his eyes, “I’m not a girl.”
“I wish Jun-chan was a girl so he could wear this dress!”
Jun stopped in his tracks, anything that came out from Aiba’s mouth starting with ‘I wish’ did not mean good news especially if it was followed with a “Jun-chan was a girl.”
Jun was fully prepared when the next day…as in today. He woke up in his bedroom with some assets and without some. ‘You gain some you lose some’ Aiba had said. He too seemed to know what affect his words would have since Aiba came ready with two packets; one that was upturned to reveal a purple tank top, a lose white t-shirt and jeans obviously for his daytime wearing; the other Jun did not need to see to know that it contained the purple tube dress and belt with probably more accessories.
Of course Jun had to go to work. Things like this tend to happen. They were busy preparing for various appearances and concerts and Christmas and new year’s specials. Heck if they had practiced when Sho had tuned up one day as a koala bear (result of a "I wish Sho-chan would be my furry little cuddly buddy) then they could do it today too. The long hair kept on getting into his eyes with finally Ohno braiding it (a process that took 2 hours in itself) then the long hair would get sweaty and wet and it would feel even more mucky. The fitting low riding jeans kept on sliding down whenever he bent and after showers his hair took too damn long (With Sho, Aiba and Nino taking turns at holding the drier at half hour intervals)
It was difficult but they pulled through with numerous visits from the other bands, some juniors and many, “Woah, Matsumoto you’re hot.”
Jun would huff and fling his braided hair at them and that would only serve to make him more attractive.
Of course Aiba had planned something grand for his turning into a girl. It was Aiba’s purpose all along after all. And here he was applying hairspray to his hair that was loosely pinned up allowing for stray curls to fall across his bare shoulders while Aiba was tying the laces of his stiletto heels for the umpteenth time that night. He seemed to be finally done and he added the final touch by draping a black lace scarf across his shoulder.
What was wrong with women? No really. It’s freezing! The scarf is obviously for decorative purposes, Aiba forgot stockings and even if he hadn’t Matsujun wasn’t sure how they’d look with stilettos. There’s more showing than MatsuJun would ever show personally and this stupid top would keep on sliding ‘down’. He hands were sore at having constantly pulling it up. Worst of all he realized Aiba invited all his ‘guy’ friends. Arashi’s mutual female friend population was scarce anyway so he should have guessed that mostly all the perverts from the Jimusho would turn up.
He didn’t doubt for a second they’d tried to get into his pants (or lack thereof) despite him having been a guy not less than twenty four hours ago. They didn’t disappoint.
He poked Yamapi's cheek to keep himself busy since the guy was already lying down with his head in his lap. Pi was smiling goofily up at him. He ignored it and continued poking the cheek while he scanned the room. So far Yoko, Hina, Half of Kat-tun had tried to make moves on him. Nino was explaining to Ryo that if he wasn't a band member and it would be way weird sleeping with MatsuJun, he would definitely pick him.
What was this? Why did he need to pick someone? For what reason...it almost seemed like a contest to sleep with him, it was ridiculous. What guarantee was there he would even want to have sex as a girl?
It finally dawned on him why everyone was vying for his attention (other than him being absolutely gorgeous of course). He pushed Yamapi off of him and pulled Aiba to the side.
"Did you tell everyone I'll pick someone to spend the night with me?"
Aiba grinned and nodded his head. No wonder attendance was so high despite busy schedules.
"Aiba!"
"What? You're only a girl for a day. Don't you want to know about them? I mean it could help you learn something."
Jun thought about it for a moment...he...was...kind of...just very slightly...right.
"Fine, I'll go along."
"Yatta! Members not included, okay?"
"Why not?" Actually Jun wouldn't mind Sho or Aiba himself, he was used to them naked, plus they were quite muscular, it'll be much more comfortable.
"Because we can sleep with you even if you aren't a girl! Silly!" Aiba skipped back amidst the chaos.
"Oh! Okay. Wait...WHAT?" Jun followed Aiba wanting to know what he meant by that but was instantly swept by the crowd. He took his previous position, this time preventing Yamapi to drop his head back onto his lap because he couldn't afford to divert his attention from judging the guys to preventing Pi from drooling on his dress.
Everyone was either hovering around him or talking animatedly with each other, a bustle of chaos and clinking drinks. His eyes finally locked on one person, quietly sipping on a glass of beer. This person wasn't very drunk but just politely laughing and joking with the others. Much to Jun's chagrin hadn't tried to impress him even once that night.
Instantly he made his decision and stalked over to Toma, grabbed his upper arm, pulled him roughly off his chair and dragged to a darker region of the club. Toma probably knew what this is about so he simply pushed the man up against the wall and seamed their lips together. Toma's fingers wrapped around his shoulder and it sent a chill down his spine. His whole body tinkling with Toma's touch. He inched closer molding himself against Toma's warmth and kissed him passionately.
Toma's hands travelled down his chest and he felt a jolt in his loins when his palm smoothed over his breasts. Toma pushed him off as though surprised, looking dumbly at his palms and to where it had been a second ago.
Jun whined grabbing Toma's hands and placing it over his breasts again with a husky, "Don't be shy. I'm not really a girl"
But Toma only pushed him off again. Jun pouted, hands on hips and it had an effect that the boy him never had. He looked like a really angry and really hot girl. If that didn't arouse Toma then he'd have to be gay.
"I'm sorry Jun-kun but I'm gay."
If a piano had suddenly dropped over his head then he would have been less surprised.
"You're WHAT?"
Toma rubbed his neck nervously, "Don't spread it, okay?"
Toma murmured a few apologies before moving past him but Jun caught him by his elbow.
"WAIT! Did you reject ME? Or just the girl me?"
"Uh...Should I send Yamapi?"
"JUST ANSWER!"
Toma looked down embarrassed, "The girl you."
At Jun's silence Toma turned around with a small face when he felt a warm body press herself along his back.
"Take me home. I can wait till I change back."
Toma turned around in Jun's embrace with a shell shocked expression. He caught Jun's jaw between his fingers.
"You're not really a girl right?"
"Just the parts."
Toma smiled before crashing their lips together.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: JunMa
Summary: Aiba uses his magic powers to turn Jun into a girl.
Aiba was a devil’s child, no really.
Don’t let the overly cheerful expression fool you.
He has weird blessings from the devil; yes the devil because his powers are used solely for the purpose of evil.
Jun glumly dabbed the mascara Aiba provided him and admired his reflection in the mirror.
Yesterday he took Aiba shopping and how does the man return the favour?
“Ohhh! Jun-chan look! That purple tube dress! It’s simple sparkling! I think Jun-chan would look so precious in it especially with this!” Aiba squealed pulling out a wide black belt with a big silver buckle whose sparkliness was second to none maybe except for the dress, or more accurately sad excuse of a cloth posing as a dress clutched in Aiba’s other hand.
Jun rolled his eyes, “I’m not a girl.”
“I wish Jun-chan was a girl so he could wear this dress!”
Jun stopped in his tracks, anything that came out from Aiba’s mouth starting with ‘I wish’ did not mean good news especially if it was followed with a “Jun-chan was a girl.”
Jun was fully prepared when the next day…as in today. He woke up in his bedroom with some assets and without some. ‘You gain some you lose some’ Aiba had said. He too seemed to know what affect his words would have since Aiba came ready with two packets; one that was upturned to reveal a purple tank top, a lose white t-shirt and jeans obviously for his daytime wearing; the other Jun did not need to see to know that it contained the purple tube dress and belt with probably more accessories.
Of course Jun had to go to work. Things like this tend to happen. They were busy preparing for various appearances and concerts and Christmas and new year’s specials. Heck if they had practiced when Sho had tuned up one day as a koala bear (result of a "I wish Sho-chan would be my furry little cuddly buddy) then they could do it today too. The long hair kept on getting into his eyes with finally Ohno braiding it (a process that took 2 hours in itself) then the long hair would get sweaty and wet and it would feel even more mucky. The fitting low riding jeans kept on sliding down whenever he bent and after showers his hair took too damn long (With Sho, Aiba and Nino taking turns at holding the drier at half hour intervals)
It was difficult but they pulled through with numerous visits from the other bands, some juniors and many, “Woah, Matsumoto you’re hot.”
Jun would huff and fling his braided hair at them and that would only serve to make him more attractive.
Of course Aiba had planned something grand for his turning into a girl. It was Aiba’s purpose all along after all. And here he was applying hairspray to his hair that was loosely pinned up allowing for stray curls to fall across his bare shoulders while Aiba was tying the laces of his stiletto heels for the umpteenth time that night. He seemed to be finally done and he added the final touch by draping a black lace scarf across his shoulder.
What was wrong with women? No really. It’s freezing! The scarf is obviously for decorative purposes, Aiba forgot stockings and even if he hadn’t Matsujun wasn’t sure how they’d look with stilettos. There’s more showing than MatsuJun would ever show personally and this stupid top would keep on sliding ‘down’. He hands were sore at having constantly pulling it up. Worst of all he realized Aiba invited all his ‘guy’ friends. Arashi’s mutual female friend population was scarce anyway so he should have guessed that mostly all the perverts from the Jimusho would turn up.
He didn’t doubt for a second they’d tried to get into his pants (or lack thereof) despite him having been a guy not less than twenty four hours ago. They didn’t disappoint.
He poked Yamapi's cheek to keep himself busy since the guy was already lying down with his head in his lap. Pi was smiling goofily up at him. He ignored it and continued poking the cheek while he scanned the room. So far Yoko, Hina, Half of Kat-tun had tried to make moves on him. Nino was explaining to Ryo that if he wasn't a band member and it would be way weird sleeping with MatsuJun, he would definitely pick him.
What was this? Why did he need to pick someone? For what reason...it almost seemed like a contest to sleep with him, it was ridiculous. What guarantee was there he would even want to have sex as a girl?
It finally dawned on him why everyone was vying for his attention (other than him being absolutely gorgeous of course). He pushed Yamapi off of him and pulled Aiba to the side.
"Did you tell everyone I'll pick someone to spend the night with me?"
Aiba grinned and nodded his head. No wonder attendance was so high despite busy schedules.
"Aiba!"
"What? You're only a girl for a day. Don't you want to know about them? I mean it could help you learn something."
Jun thought about it for a moment...he...was...kind of...just very slightly...right.
"Fine, I'll go along."
"Yatta! Members not included, okay?"
"Why not?" Actually Jun wouldn't mind Sho or Aiba himself, he was used to them naked, plus they were quite muscular, it'll be much more comfortable.
"Because we can sleep with you even if you aren't a girl! Silly!" Aiba skipped back amidst the chaos.
"Oh! Okay. Wait...WHAT?" Jun followed Aiba wanting to know what he meant by that but was instantly swept by the crowd. He took his previous position, this time preventing Yamapi to drop his head back onto his lap because he couldn't afford to divert his attention from judging the guys to preventing Pi from drooling on his dress.
Everyone was either hovering around him or talking animatedly with each other, a bustle of chaos and clinking drinks. His eyes finally locked on one person, quietly sipping on a glass of beer. This person wasn't very drunk but just politely laughing and joking with the others. Much to Jun's chagrin hadn't tried to impress him even once that night.
Instantly he made his decision and stalked over to Toma, grabbed his upper arm, pulled him roughly off his chair and dragged to a darker region of the club. Toma probably knew what this is about so he simply pushed the man up against the wall and seamed their lips together. Toma's fingers wrapped around his shoulder and it sent a chill down his spine. His whole body tinkling with Toma's touch. He inched closer molding himself against Toma's warmth and kissed him passionately.
Toma's hands travelled down his chest and he felt a jolt in his loins when his palm smoothed over his breasts. Toma pushed him off as though surprised, looking dumbly at his palms and to where it had been a second ago.
Jun whined grabbing Toma's hands and placing it over his breasts again with a husky, "Don't be shy. I'm not really a girl"
But Toma only pushed him off again. Jun pouted, hands on hips and it had an effect that the boy him never had. He looked like a really angry and really hot girl. If that didn't arouse Toma then he'd have to be gay.
"I'm sorry Jun-kun but I'm gay."
If a piano had suddenly dropped over his head then he would have been less surprised.
"You're WHAT?"
Toma rubbed his neck nervously, "Don't spread it, okay?"
Toma murmured a few apologies before moving past him but Jun caught him by his elbow.
"WAIT! Did you reject ME? Or just the girl me?"
"Uh...Should I send Yamapi?"
"JUST ANSWER!"
Toma looked down embarrassed, "The girl you."
At Jun's silence Toma turned around with a small face when he felt a warm body press herself along his back.
"Take me home. I can wait till I change back."
Toma turned around in Jun's embrace with a shell shocked expression. He caught Jun's jaw between his fingers.
"You're not really a girl right?"
"Just the parts."
Toma smiled before crashing their lips together.