There is a very famous myth that, like many, originated in Greece. The story of Sisyphus, a king punished for his deceitful nature with the sentence of being compelled to roll a boulder up a hill only to watch it roll back down to the bottom and have to begin all over again. Many use it as a metaphor for any number of things, most typically those who have seen their works fall to ruin and have to start all over again from the very beginning.
Ren had been putting the stepladder back where he found it when a spot of dust kicked up and made him sneeze. Used to be a time he’d have to worry about that changing him - mind and body - into a girl. Instead he just shrugged, took a step forwards and tripped over his trouser legs.
“The hell?” he mumbled, then clutched his hand to his mouth. Oh, no. No, no! He patted his face. He ran his fingers down his neck. He reached the chest and - “WHAT THE HELL?!”
All his life, it had been like he’d had a twin sister he switched bodies with whenever he sneezed. She took over, did her own thing, then he switched back and (more often than not) found himself in a compromising position that no boy should ever, ever find themselves in. Not when they liked things like dignity, at least.
The problem was supposed to be resolved. That twin sister now had her own body, could do her own thing without taking over half his life. He was supposed to <i>stay</i> a guy! Not change! See the word <b>not</b> in that? No changes. None at all! Like Sisyphus, he had to lug some boulders around that he’d thought were someone else’s problem now.
Ren rose to his - er, her feet, and promptly collapsed against the wall taking deep, deep breaths. “Wha? What the -” she whispered, wiping sweat from her brow that made her suddenly deeply aware of exactly how hot she felt all of a sudden. Ren blinked. Right. That actually made a bit of sense. If he was sick, maybe it was screwing with his metabolism and maybe that was - Ugh! No time for that. Gotta get to the infirmary. If she was lucky maybe people would mistake her for Run or something, no awkward questions. She wasn’t used to moving like a girl anyway and had no intention on learning, thanks.
Then again… This might be a decent chance to pretend to be a girl and sneak in with the girls while they changed… Sneak a peek at Lala…
She very nearly knocked herself off her feet with that slap. “What am I even thinking?! This is no time for something like that! I gotta - I gotta - Achoo!”
Male again. Ren sniffed, and pressed his hand to his forehead. Still burning up. Gotta be careful not to sneeze again, and really gotta get rid of that boner right now. Really? Gotta be horny now? Probably a symptom or something, screwing with his hormones. Maybe if he pretended to be having stomach pains, he could stay hunched over until he got to the infirmary? Something like that?
Okay. So. He hunched over to see how it was, and strode towards the door, giving it a good hard shove while huddled over - And found himself lying on top of Kenichi Saruyama, who had just at that very moment decided to pull the door open.
The two boys immediately engaged in the “no homo” rule of most straight boys in such a position and immediately separated with the intention of pretending that never, ever happened. Surely it is not necessary to point out the coming irony of this behaviour?
“There you are. We were wondering what was taking you so long,” Saruyama said once they were back on their feet. “You feeling okay? You look like hell.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” Ren replied. “Dunno what it is. Hit me out of nowhere. Just about everything hurts, my head, my stomach worst of all.”
“Oh. Well, I guess I can at least make sure you get to the infirmary alright. Say. Have you seen Rito anywhere? I was wanting to ask if I could borrow something from him.”
“Isn’t that him just there?” Ren asked, pointing at a figure that looked an awful lot like Rito Yuki dashing down the corridor at top speed. Saruyama turned around, and in the process, kicked up some dust right into Ren’s face.
Well then. Fuck you too, world. At least it’s nice knowing where you stand. He was gonna sneeze, he was gonna turn into a horny chick and if the intensity of this erection was the remotest indication when he did change he was likely to jump this chump where he stood. And so. Ren entered the great tug of war that he never, ever won throughout his entire life. It was his pure strength of will versus the reactive force of his sinus!
“Where?” Saruyama said. “I don’t see him anywhere…”
Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! And… Come on… One more before that yummy piece of man meat looks too delicious to decline. Oh god, it would be so easy. Just reach out, press his face between your breasts and he’ll be putty in your - Achoo!
So unclean. Never clean again. Water shall not wash away the shame. If he dove into a big pile of mud, the mud would come away all the filthier for it.
“… Uh… Hey, you really look like you’re getting pretty bad there! Come on, better get you right there.” Saruyama very bravely tucked his head underneath Ren’s arm and helped him along the corridor. For the best, really. He had only been pretending to be doubled over before, but now… Now his legs really were weak. Now he really did need help because he wasn’t going anywhere without first throwing up and then beating himself - by which he meant slapping his head, by which he meant the head on top of his shoulders - half to death.
Though, come to think of it… Now that he was rather close to this other boy, it did rather occur to him that he’d better not -
“Achoo!”
Shit. Shit, shit shit! And he’s right there! Just stay calm, try to concentrate on getting to the nurse, and hang on. That wasn’t -
“I don’t feel good either all of a sudden,” said the girl that was inexplicably helping him down the corridor. She adopted a slightly goofy grin that reminded him of the idiotic pervert from before. “Heh. Maybe we can both get treatment, eh? Sounds like fun, that sexy doctor treating us both.”
Deep within the very secretest parts of his soul, Ren felt like scum for feeling the way he was feeling just now. But it was rather difficult to fight off feelings like that when your dick was throbbing and a girl’s breasts were pressing into your side. His vision was fuzzy. His thoughts centering in on this girl’s lips. He knew something was wrong, and yet… And yet….
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So. What had Rito learned? Why! That running was a short-term solution at best! His fever was already raging before he’d started, but now he felt sure he could probably boil water by sitting near it. Every pore in his body seemed to be sweating and he lacked the strength to even stand up to get some water.
On the plus side, it was bringing his thoughts into sharp focus. The incessant horniness that had been plaguing him was not nearly as much a problem as it had been. Which only meant he wasn’t masturbating right there in the corridor where anyone could walk in on him.
It’s funny. He’d been living with Lala for a while now. Not just that, either. He’d been surrounded by all manner of cute girls that were either interested in him or, for whatever reason, accidentally flashing their panties or whatever. Lala had no modesty to speak of to begin with either, and he’d seen her naked more often by now than he’d seen himself. And yet. Somehow. Somehow in spite of that, <i>now</i> he was hornier than he’d ever been in his entire life.
Wow. What did that say about him?
“There you are!” a female voice said. Rito cast his eyes up, and suddenly remembered what happened earlier. Oh no, he should have quarantined himself! “Everyone’s been wondering where you are!” said -
- Lala
- Haruna
- Golden Darkness
- Yui
- Momo
- Someone Else
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