One of the things that boys at Tomobiki were known for was pretending to be sick or hurt so they could get taken care of by Miss Sakura. It was honestly hard to blame them, Miss Sakura was practically the embodiment of a mature hot woman. Yet blame the boys the girls most certainly and assuredly did, even though they'd have done the same thing if it had been Rei that had taken up the post of head nurse instead.
For the best that he hadn't. He'd have probably eaten all the painkillers, assuming it was candy.
In any event Lum had volunteered to take Ataru and Ryuunosuke to the nurse's office. It wasn't that she didn't trust him but - Okay, fine, she didn't trust him. Leaving him alone with Miss Sakura and Ryuunosuke? No thanks. Out cold or not, she didn't think he'd pass up a chance to make a pass on them for a second, and she wanted to be sure he stayed loyal otday because, by god, she was determined to get laid without rewarding his wannabe playboy behaviour.
Though she might be slightly more lenient than normal today. Slightly. Okay, a lot more lenient. Fuck, but she needed to get laid.
"Don't mind me, I just have a couple of idiots to dump off here!" Lum called, entering the nurse's office without knocking. She probably should have, though. Especially on finding Miss Sakura wearing a bikini made of weird looking leaves and Ran sitting on a chair in her own pink bikini looking utterly confused.
The confusion was probably emanating from the fact that Miss Sakura was sucking on a banana like her life depended on it. On second thoughts perhaps leaving Ataru here was a bad idea. She started to back off, but Ran dashed for the door and pushed it closed.
"How much did you hear?" Ran hissed.
"Nothing?" Lum said, blinking back. "I didn't hear anything, I promise."
"Kukuku, a likely story!" Ran said, zipping forward and kissing Lum on the lips before she could do anything. Ah! If she wasn't carrying these two unconscious idiots, she'd have been able to dodge that! Now Ran was going to drain her of energy and - "Hah! Gotcha!"
Eh? Eh?! She was still conscious? While she reeled in shock, both Ataru and Ryuunosuke were taken from her by Miss Sakura and placed in a bed.
"Betcha thought I was gonna drain you, huh?" Ran smirked cockily. It was weird. Very weird. Her hand was up against the wall next to Lum's head. While there was plenty of room to move, it somehow felt like she couldn't. "Spooked you, huh? So long as I have this ribbon in my hair, I can't drain anyone. Teehee!"
"Uh, okay?" Lum drifted away, towards the responsible adult in the room. "So, what's going on?"
"A little therapy, that's all," Miss Sakura said, pressing her hand to Darling's forehead, then checking his glands and leaning in close. Presumably to check his breathing. "These two are alright, by the way. No sign of a concussion - though it's never a good thing to be knocked out cold. I'll monitor them for a few hours after they wake up just to be on the safe side."
That all seemed good. Though, therapy? What sort of therapy relied on this? For Earth, those kinds of outfits were considered 'skimpy'. Right? So why were they wearing them in the nurse's office? As if in answer, suddenly Lum found herself being pushed onto her chair and Ran's tongue in her mouth.
"Just as I thought," Miss Sakura said. "I used a special technique to temporarily remove all her inhibitions, as I said there were underlying psychological issues that needed addressed." She stood behind Ran and stroked her hair playfully. "To think that it was a repressed sexual attraction to you."
Wh-What?! Ran had a what now? Lum froze in place, this was... this was too much! She thought Ran hated her! She thought Ran wanted Rei! To be fair, anything with a pussy wanted Rei, but - but -
God she needed to get laid. Instead of pushing Ran off, Lum pulled her closer. This aching feeling in her loins needed something to satiate it, and at this point she'd take it. Something to tide her over until lunchtime. Technically it was cheating on Darling, but... but fuck it. She'd make it up to him later, and then some.
"Fascinating..." Sakura said, taking furious notes. "Absolutely fascinating..."
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Ataru sat bolt upright and scratched his head in confusion. Where was he? Something about the room seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. Some kind of stage, with seats all around in front of it and, for some reason, a whole bunch of himself wearing paper masks of people he knew -
"Ah, this show's a crock! Crossdressing garbage, ptooie!"
Except for Mister Fujinami, of course, ruining the ambience even before he said anything. Afterwards, it was like leaving toxic waste in the ambience. The one guy at school that might be less popular than him.
The reason for that was... walking out onto the stage right now, much to the audience's applause. It was - Ryuunosuke in a girl's uniform! Oh, what a divine sight this was, truly blessed! No wonder the crowd had broken out into thunderous -
"Booo, booooo! Get it off stage!" the cranky old man yelled at the top of his lungs. Ataru looked over at him, waved his fingers and - then he was gone. Just like that.
Right. This was a dream. He could manipulate dreams, couldn't he? Well, check Ryuunosuke out. She was beaming ear to ear, getting to dress up all girly, being acknowledged ofr her femininity....
Why not give her a better taste of that? Let's see, let's see. He pulled out the script for the dream to remind himself of exactly what he'd written and - yeah, this was pretty good. It should help her build up her confidence in dressing like a chick, while also subconsciously teaching her how to actually put those clothes on herself. It would also help reinforce a basic attraction to Ataru, and a desire to show off her body for him.
All in all, a pretty good script, he could just sit back and -
"Oy, Moroboshi! What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Who me?" he asked, and was then lifted up by his lapel by an irate chick in a cute schoolgirl outfit. "Hi Ryu-chan! You look adorable!"
Aw, she blushed! That was so cute!
"I- I ain't dressing up for you, got it?" she yelled, dumping him back in his seat. "Huh? Whatcha got there? Script?"
Ah, hold on! What was going on around here?! How was she aware of him? How was she aware of the script? Unless... Don't tell him! It was because she'd been knocked unconscious! This must be making things go weirdly, now she was reading through his script in spite of his best efforts to take it away from her. Damn, this girl was strong, holding him off with only one hand!
"Oh, I get it," Ryuunosuke finally said. "So, this is some kinda dream, right? And this is the script for that dream?"
"No?" Ataru volunteered. Her grip on his arm rightened. "Yes! It's exactly that!"
"And you somehow entered my dream to edit it, huh?" What could he do but nod. "Alright. You're clearly up to something pervy, but you also got rid of my stupid old man. Don't have to hear him bitching about me being in a skirt no more... How about you put me in some other girly clothes for a bit? And nothing pervy! I ain't doing nothing like - like making out with you or nothing! Got it, buster?"
Ataru blinked in confusion. "Huh? You want me to rewrite the script"?
"Well, I don't know how the hell to do it," Ryuunosuke sniffed. Man, she gave off a whole other aura just from being in that uniform. Nothing about her personality or behaviour had changed at all, but that outfit sure did make her seem more overtly feminine than usual. "And no peeking when I'm changing clothes either, got it?"
"Yes ma'am!" Ataru said, but funny thing, as Ryuunosuke turned to walk back on stage she'd managed to acquiera banana from somewhere or other, and had started to suck on it with great enthusiasm. Maybe this wasn't going as badly as he thought...
- The Ryuunosuke modelling show resumes, with Ryu having more control over what's going on this time.
- Actually, Ataru has thought of something sneaky.
- Meanwhile, in the real world, Sakura is looking for an excuse to sample Ataru's banana.
- Sakura uses the opportunity to interrogate both aliens at once.
- Something else
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