Sunday, 29 October 2017

Story: UY Splitter


Funny thing, but ever since this Moroboshi jerk got into her life it's been one string of weird freaky bullshit after another. Discovering there were suddenly seven of him running around... It felt like a waking nightmare. One was enough! Seven of them... She'd have to keep a hell of a close eye on him to keep the jerk out of mischief that was for sure.

Ryunosuke and Ataru walked through the fair with her keeping a very close eye on him. It was funny, but this split thing really did explain his different attitude, though Ryuunosuke wondered about one thing; Was Lum's warning on point? Was this Ataru somehow inherently alluring to the first girl he met?

Hell, they just walked past some knockout chick with huge tits and he didn't even bat an eye. While that's not exactly a positive or anything, even she knew a significant negative was now totally gone. If all seven of them were like this then it might be better keeping all seven around rather than having the one. Easy trade-off, easy win all around.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

That yell coincided with something cold and wet spilling all the way down Ryuunosuke's shirt. The girl rounded on the guy with the meanest glare you ever did see. Oh that rat! Why she outta -

"Making googly eyes at her boyfriend, not paying attention..."

"H-Her?" Ryuunosuke stammered. Her expression totally changed on the spot. Her hands went up to her cheeks, and she began to radiate an aura of total, joyful surprise that contrasted totally with her former expression. "He noticed that I am a girl!"

"Don't get too excited," Ataru said. He draped his jacket over her shoulders. "Certain carbonated drinks have unfortunate effects on shirts like the one you're wearing." 

Unfortunate effect...? For some reason Ataru was blushing and looking up at the sky, away from Ryuunosuke's shirt. So she looked down at it, then let out a scream that was rather high pitched, but extremely forceful and coarse. She threw out her fist in a totally random direction. Ataru blocked it instinctively, but she didn't even notice. How could she, when her shirt was transparent and - And her chest bindings?!

"What was in that drink?!" she yelled. "My chest bindings are..."

"Eh? Oh, it's not just the drink. The drink just weakened the fabric, and the pressure is doing the rest."

Oh no! Give her a rock to crawl under, this was humiliating! Ryuunosuke wanted to be seen as a girl, but she didn't want to wander around a fair totally topless! That was far too much!

"Aw, don't worry little miss," said one of the fairground workers. It was that busty woman from before! "I'll let you borrow one of my tops while yours dries off. That insensitive jerk, he was the one not watching where he was going!"

"Thanks a bunch," Ryuunosuke said. She clutched the jacket a little tighter around herself. Man! This was totally out of her element. She was not a thinking chick! She was an action chick! All this stuff happening all at once. Ataru acting like a total gentleman, helping her cover up and avoiding taking the chance to peek at her goodies. Which still kind of confused her about why guys liked that so much, but that was a whole other issue for a whole other time.

"You should've kicked his ass," Ataru remarked while they were waiting in an employee only tent. It was the only place they could get any real privacy around here. "Spilling that on you like that, making you get embarrassed. What was that whole thing about anyway? Getting distracted because he noticed you're a girl? A pretty chick like you? Who'd think otherwise?"

She punched out again. This time she clocked him upside the jaw. Oops! She didn't mean to do that! Luckily he took it in his stride, that could've been a real problem there!

"Hey there! I got you a change of clothes!" a voice called out. The woman from before walked into the tent brandishing a bra and... A tube top. A pink tube top with big frilly things around the bottom of it and a floral pattern that was hitting all of Ryuunosuke's 'girly' switches. "Sorry, it's a bit showy but it's the only thing I got spare that'll likely fit you."

"Well, I can't go around wearing a damp shirt all day..." Ryuunosuke mumbled. Her lips felt dry. As her hand reached out to grab the extremely feminine article of clothing it felt like time had slowed down. It wasn't a sailor suit or a bikini or a cute skirt, but you'd never ever catch some guy wandering around wearing something like that.

Trouble was the thing was so... skimpy! On the one hand she kind of wanted to wear something that would keep people from mistaking her for a guy. That was a long standing dream! On the other, did she really wanna show off her body like this when she was trying to keep an eye on Ataru?

The decision was taken out of her hands via the usual method: Her father interjecting, grabbing hold of the girly clothes  and replacing them with a shirt very similar to the one she was already wearing. Well, of course.

"Never fear! Your father looks after your needs!" her dummy, stupid idiot of a father all but yelled, making that stupid expression with his stupid face that always riled her up. "Here you go boy! Don't let that freak lure you into a life of debauchery and crossdressing!"

"Mind your own business, you daft idiot!" Ryuunosuke yelled. She threw out a haymaker, but as always her pops effortlessly skipped out of reach. "Quit acting like you know anything, it makes us both look bad!"


Same as always! Butting into her business, trying to make her dress and act like a boy. Saying stupid things that drive off all of her friends. Hell, the fact that he was blatantly ignoring her right now was making her even more pissed off!

"Really now, you fairground folk shouldn't try to encourage this kind of behaviour," he admonished. Ryuunosuke tried to kick him, but he simply leaped right over. Sneaky bastard! Fighting him was like trying to wrestle a greased pig while wearing handcuffs! "Trying to make my son wear something so ridiculous out in public! The shame of it! I'll have to take you to court over this!"

A hand fell upon her old man's shoulder. It wasn't Ryu herself, she was still picking herself up from that missed diving kick. Stupid net! What was it even doing hanging there like that? It was like someone was trying to get her foot tangled in it!

"Excuse me," Ataru said. "But don't you think it's kinda rude to yell at people for trying to do someone a favour?"

"A favour?" her father mocked, dangling the tube top between his index finger and thumb. He was holding it as though it was a dirty cleaning rag. "You have a funny idea of favours! Think about how embarrassed my son would be if he was seen in public wearing this!"

"Yeah, he'd be real embarrassed!" Ryuunosuke yelled. Damn this net! "If you had a son to start with!"

"Have no fear! So long as your father is around, you will always be my son!"

The next thing anyone knew, her idiot pops was upside down. The next after that he was lying on his back looking up at the tent ceiling, and Ataru was walking towards her with the tube top and bra in his hands.

"Here," Ataru said. He grabbed hold of the net, tweaked it slightly and let her roll out. Ryuunosuke caught herself looking right up at him. Right in his eyes. It was funny. She'd spent all her life hating everything masculine, because of the way she'd grown up. With that dumb old man of hers treating her like a boy. For a second though she could kinda see the appeal. From the outside looking in. "Listen, ignore that old fool. It's not up to him how you should dress."

"S-So you want me wearing this?" Ryuunosuke asked. Gosh! What was with her heart all of a sudden?! "This silly thing that shows off so much?"

"Doesn't matter what I want," Ataru shrugged. "Listen. The most powerful moments women have had in history, you know when those came about?" Ryuunosuke shook her head. "It was when some silly man tried telling them what was best for them, then they made up their own minds on what they wanted. But if you want my honest answer... You'd look pretty either way!"

Ba-dumf. Wow... Was this what it felt like to be a girl? She looked over the two items of clothing that she was holding and tried to think it over. What did she want? This revealing feminine thing? Or the same old same old?

"You... bad influence!"

Cripes that was a big looming shadow behind Ataru. Ryuunosuke had never seen her father so pissed off before! He grabbed hold of Ataru and tossed him outside the tent. In total defiance of the laws of physics, Ataru grabbed his wrist mid-throw and dragged him out as well.

"Look who's talking?" Ataru yelled back. The two of them landed in a heap outside the tent. "Can't you see how miserable you make her? Do you even care?"

"None of your damn business! I won't allow my son to crossdress, no matter how much you try to corrupt him!"

Outside the tent the fight raged on, with the two of them surprisingly evenly matched. Whenever Ataru ate a punch in the face, he returned it with a kick to the sternum that would have felled a tree. Those observing the fight had the distinct impression that it was a battle between two idiots, neither of them smart enough to realise they should have fallen over by now.

"Corrupt her?" Ataru asked, moments before getting clocked on top of his head. "I'm just trying to show her a good time!"

"You keep calling my son a girl," was the reply. "It keeps making me more and more angry!"

The two of them hauled back, realising that the other wasn't going to see reason. Or in the case of a certain dumbass father, 'reason'. They both jumped back and pulled their fists away, ready to leap into a final duel that they fully intended to end this fight once and for all.

"That's enough, the pair of ya!"

Only those fists were stopped dead in their tracks by a certain young girl, who had emerged from the tent... Wearing the dry shirt her father had given her.

"Huh?" her father grunted in surprise. "Ryuunosuke! I knew you'd come through! Let's go home and leave this corrupting influence behind!"

But she turned up her nose and completely ignored him. Instead she put her hands on her hips and strode off towards the boxing arena. "Come on! The show's gonna start soon! We don't got time to fool around with this clown no more!"

"Sounds fun to me!" Ataru grinned and skipped along to keep pace with her.

"Ryuunosuke! Don't ignore your old man like that! This boy is dangerous!"


"So what?" she answered. "I can't go hang out with a boy at a boxing match? Doesn't that kinda sound like a manly thing to do?"

"Sure does to me!" Ataru slapped her on the back and laughed. Seems like he got the idea. "Right buddy? Nothing weird about it at all! Here are our tickets."

"H-hey, wait a minute! Get back here!" her father yelled while the two of them strode inside the arena. "I'm not happy with you spending time with him! He's a bad influence!"

"Ticket sir?" the man at the booth asked. That made her grin. She'd noticed the 'sold out' sign our front, and she could hardly see any seats around already.

"Tickets? I don't need a ticket! This is a matter of parental responsi - My, that is a ferocious looking brown bear. How did you fit it into that tuxedo? And why is it wearing... Are those brass knuckles on its claws?"

"Looks like we've seen the last of him for a while," Ataru whispered.

"Sure have," Ryuunosuke grinned. She started undoing the buttons on the front of her shirt. "Man, I was hoping seeing me wearing this woulda calmed him down." Before Ataru could react to what she was saying and doing, she slid the shirt off her shoulders, revealing that underneath it she was wearing the girly, frilly tube top.

The immediate area around them went deadly silent. It was kinda eerie. Actually, every man (and a couple of women) around them were checking out Ryuunosuke's rather fit body. She had a surprisingly slender waist, with a decent amount of definition in her stomach. Not quite a six pack, but not far off it. It was like someone had flipped a switch the second her shirt had opened up. One side: Definitely male. Currently: Definitely female.

"N-No bra?" Ataru whispered.

"It was too small..." Ryuunosuke admitted. She stretched out and, by sheer coincidence, half the men in the audience crossed their legs. "Kinda pissed off, actually. Coulda worn a bra under this, and it was too small!" And considering that the bra had been lent to her by that remarkably busty woman from before, it said quite a lot about Ryuunosuke's physique that she couldn't get it to fit.

As she spoke, Ryuunosuke had been moving forward without even noticing it. Her gaze had been fixed onto Ataru's face from the moment she had removed the shirt. She'd actually kind of expected the mask to drop. The lust to spike up. That same doofy stupid grin he had whenever he saw something he really, really liked. Not this time. No sign of it. His lips were turned up in a smile, but it came across more like he was proud of her than turned on. Which was more than she could say for herself.

'This is what Lum must have meant before,' she thought while leaning in towards him. 'This Ataru is keyed to seduce me. My old man was right for once, he must be a corrupting influence... But then again, if the alternative is having one Ataru running around being a pest to everyone, or getting this Ataru...'

Earlier today, Ryuunosuke felt like a girl for the first time in her life. At the moment she leaned in to kiss Ataru on the lips, she felt like a woman for the first time in her life. She barely even registered the announcer standing in the ring beginning to address the crowd. This boxing match was gonna be even more fun than she'd first thought!



  1. Lum and Shinobu
  2. Benten
  3. Oyuki
  4. Ran
  5. Sakura
  6. Something else

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