Without the lesbian shard almost every girl swooned over her. The aura she gave off was so cool, so masculine and tough that it didn't really matter what she had between her legs. Even the straightest girl felt a little bi-curious around her. To remind you again: Without the lesbian shard.
With it? The girls in class had gone silent. None of them dared to make a sound. They stared at her as though trying their hardest to burn her profile into their retinas so they could carry her within their vision wherever they went. This was no mere crush, no playful 'so cool' fangirling. This was outright lesbian lust being projected at the new chick by every girl in class, save two; Lum since her biology was a little bit different, and Shinobu since she was a lot more boy hungry than she'd ever dare to admit.
Every other girl in class though? Staring at her longingly and blatantly to Ryuunosuke's total and complete obliviousness. Not the boys in class though. They noticed, especially a certain rich twerp by the name of Shutaro Mendo. It ate him up inside. A girl. Was more popular with the girls. Than him. Paying her. More attention. Than him. His pride would not allow it. His glorious self was being ignored for the sake of another girl!
Unacceptable! Unthinkable! It was also kind of hot and he'd like to see that sort of thing unfolding before his very eyes, but only after he'd secured a private space and paid off the participants so they would not share the vision of delights that would inevitably unfold with anyone else!
In any event his mind was boiling up in envy. That was a new sensation for him. His family was so rich, so wealthy that he could have whatever he wanted handed to him on a silver platter. Oh sure, technically he should be feeling envious towards that Moroboshi clown for having Lum's tender affections aimed in his direction, but it never really felt genuine because that relationship was doomed to failure. Besides which he would rather tear out his own guts with his teeth before admitting to being jealous of Ataru Moroboshi, even to himself.
This girl, though. This girl! Taking all of their attention. There had to be something they could do! It ate at him all class long. There had to be a solution to this, but what? So long as those girls saw him... Her! Her! As a handsome boy then even he would surely struggle to compete. Shutaro had to think long and hard about this. He required a tactic. A strategy. A plan. With a mind as sharp as his it would hit him in no time at -
"So we're all agreed!" yelled the perverted bane of his (and many others) existence, Ataru Moroboshi. "Operation: Ryu in a Fuku is a go!"
"Moroboshi!" Mendo yelled, leaping in the air with his sharp blade drawn. He drew it down with a mind to split the scoundrel in two, but as always his hands were able to clasp on to the blunt edges with little difficulty. "What an excellent idea you have had! This once I must commend you for thinking so much of another student's needs!"
"Oy, glad to hear your think so highly of me Mendo! Now go to hell!" Moroboshi responded with his usual ill manner. Mendo pulled away his sword and sheathed it for the time being. "Uh? What other student's needs did you mean?"
"Ryuunosuke's of course," Mendo said. "Can you not see it? The pain in her eyes... The pain of being a cute girl forced to hide her radiance underneath the uncouth clothing intended for a male figure. It is as the square peg to the round hole. It is the same thing as putting haut cuisine in a puppy bag."
"Doggy bag," Ataru corrected.
"Will you cease hounding me with your nonsense!" Mendo yelled, and there was much complaining from the peanut gallery. "We must focus our attention! Ensure that girl is attired properly! We shall brave all dangers, overcome all odds, we shall -"
"No sale!" Mister Fujinami said not two minutes later. His hands were crossed and he had a goofy look on his face. Okay, that last part was a bit redundant considering who we were talking about, but you get the idea. "What kind of responsible shopkeeper would I be if I sold a girl's uniform to a group of perverted boys!"
"The kind of responsible shopkeeper... Who can take home a wheelbarrow full of cash!" Mendo said in his best game show announcer voice. Two of his suited goons ran in with a wheelbarrow overflowing with thousand yen notes. Mister Fujinami picked a note up, then examined it carefully, shrugged and said. "Hold on, let me take a look in the back."
Mendo smirked. The power of money prevailed again. Everyone has their price. That is the truth in the end!
They waited ten minutes. After a little bit, the top of his head peeked up from behind the counter, then quickly vanished again. Mendo twitched. "Come on, come on! Do you really expect me to believe a cheap store like this is really that big?!"
"Found it!" Mister Fujinami said. Finally! "No wonder I couldn't find it, ho ho! Here you go, please enjoy to your heart's content!"
Mendo turned to smirk back at the boys waiting patiently behind him. Even Moroboshi was giving him the thumbs up. Ah, this was quite the nice moment. For once the two of them were cooperating on a common noble goal without getting in one another's way. Fujinami put something on the counter, then Mendo picked it up and turned around with a big cheerful triumphant smile on his face. Only then did he notice that it wasn't a girl's uniform. You see, a girl's uniform isn't round, nor does it normally have a lit fuse attached to it, nor the letters "TNT" inscribed on the side.
"Shop's closed!" Fujinami said, shuttering up before Mendo could turn around.
"H-Hey now! You took the money already!"
"What can I say, bombs are expensive."
Th-That lunatic! "Moroboshi, for once in your life think fast!" Mendo yelled, more passing it to him than throwing.
"Oh, Mendo! Thanks for the gift, but it's really more you than me." Ataru said, pushing it back into Mendos hands
"No, no. I insist! This whole endeavour was your idea. You should be the one to take the prize." Mendo threw it this time, turning and running!
"By prize you mean punishment, you selfish bastard!" Ataru pulled out a tennis racket from somewhere and knocked it back onto Mendo’s head.
The fuse then suddenly started accelerating. Both boys stared at it with wide eyed terror. Mendo dropped it on the ground and ran around a corner, putting his hands over his ears and making sure to duck. It probably wouldn't do much with that much TNT, but it wasn't as if they'd escape the blast radius anyway!
The fuse burned down. Then the outer shell fell apart harmlessly. Looking over at it for a moment Mendo and Moroboshi crept slowly towards the remnants. The other boys had long since fled. "Ahem! As I was saying! Even a man that insane wouldn't set off a bomb in the middle of a sch-"
Then the two of them were sprayed in the face by something extremely stinky. From the remnants left within the shell a small banner shot up into the air. It read: "A fate that befalls anyone who tries to make my son crossdress."
"Oh, pyew!" a cute girl held her nose. "M-Mendo! Did you forget to shower or something? That's rancid!"
Noooooooooooooooooooooo he was being seen at less than perfect by a cute girl! Mendo snapped his fingers, and immediately his attendants brought along a variety of perfumes and chemicals that would quickly and effectively bring his olfactory beauty back up to standard.
"Hey babe! Wanna hang out sometime?"
The girl was turning green about this point. "Oh god I don't know what's going to make me throw up first! The odor or the pickup lines! Why do you even smell this bad?"
"Well babe, between you and me... We were trying to buy Ryuunosuke a sailor fuku and - Huh? Where'd she go?"
"Excuse me! I'd like to buy a sailor fuku! Mine is alllll ripped up at the bottom!" Riiiip! "See?"
"Huh?" Fujinami grunted, peeking out of the store. "Yeah, that's a pretty bad rip. You can hardly stay in classes with that kind of tear. Here you go, there's a uniform just your size."
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Okay then. She never normally got this kind of chance. So she was going to take it. There were lots of girls here. Really cute chicks. Pretty babes. Heh! The old man couldn't do anything about this no matter how he tried! Now that she was signed up to this school Ryuunosuke could girl watch all she wanted!
Of course, to her girl watching meant something a bit different than what it meant to everyone else. Then again, she was under the influence of the Lesbian Shard. Normally she'd be watching out for girly behaviour that she could try to emulate. Little bits of body language, the way they spoke and interacted. That sort of thing. Nothing perverted about it or anything. Right?
Well there was something perverted about it today. Right now Ryu was learning that there was something really soothing about the way skirts moved around a girl's legs. Even the longer skirts these chicks were wearing. It was like looking at a wrapped up birthday present. You could almost sort of see what was underneath if you looked closely enough. It was cute. Real cute!
Suddenly the door to the classroom crashed open and there was a chick standing there with a tear in her skirt and a manic gleam in her eye. She singled out Ryuunosuke and marched forward, then passed over some folded over clothes that looked sort of like a - But this was a -
"H-here you go!" the girl stammered. Her face beet red, looking down at the ground. "A s-sailor fuku!"
All of a sudden, interest in the classroom had been maximised. Aimed right at her. Holding onto that sailor fuku. Her mouth went dry. A girl's uniform. An actual girl's uniform!
“S-so how about after school we go see a movie or something?” Sadly, Ryuunosuke did not hear this girl’s plea, she was too busy unwrapping and staring in religious awe at the new uniform. Her eyes sparkled with delight, oh what a wonderous thing this was! She rushed off to the girl's bathroom right away for a little touch of privacy. No sign of the old man. Even he wouldn't dare intrude in here! Haha!
"Finally!" Ryuunosuke wiped some drool from her mouth. "I can wear this! I can wear this! Yay!"
She was totally oblivious to the fact there were two other girls in the bathroom with her. Who cared, right? They were all chicks here! So she unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time. Then her earing began to glitter, and all of a sudden Ryuunosuke felt her excitement spike up. Without really noticing or paying any attention to it at all she started to dance in triumph.
One girl opened her mouth to try and catch the attention of their stripping classmate. The other slapped her hand in front of it. Just in time for Ryu to start rolling her shoulders. Once she was about half way down the buttons, she slid the shirt off her shoulders, letting it slide inch by tantalising inch down, down her arms and completely erasing any illusion of what gender she was. The shirt dropped to the ground and then Ryu reached behind herself to grab the end of her chest wrapping. She pulled it up above her head and then whirled it around while gyrating her hips in the opposite direction with such force that, inch by inch, her trousers started to slip down and down and <i>down</i>.
The girls were mesmerised by the sight in front of them. The precision, the power, the erotic movements... The fact that this was a girl they were watching strip for them didn't matter in the slightest. Nor did the fact of where they were standing while watching this impromptu show. By the time Ryu was standing there in a pair of boxers they were both regretting that they didn't have any money on them to slide into her underwear, because that girl easily earned anything they could give her.
"Oy, you two? I might need some help with this, so..." Ryuunosuke said, holding up the fuku with a great big grin and her bare breasts thrust out proudly. And oh, there was a lot to be proud about! The two of them moved as though spellbound. One taking the skirt, the other the blouse. Initially they got mixed up: The girl with the blouse knelt on the floor and tried to wrap the blouse around Ryuunosuke's waist, while the other girl tried to put the skirt over Ryu's torso. They soon noticed their mistake and corrected, but it didn't really matter. Both of them had a chance to touch something truly magical. Literally magical. This kind of intimate contact with this girl meant inviting corruption from the earring she was wearing.
The girl with the skirt leaned the side of her face up against Ryu's belly button and bit her lip to keep herself from making lewd noises. Feminine. Fe-feminine. There wasn't anything masculine about this girl now that she was almost naked. It helped that she wasn't saying anything. Standing still. She tugged the skirt on, 'accidentally' letting her hands brush against her thighs in the process. So strong, the muscles underneath, and yet...
The girl with the blouse was having a similar sort of issue tugging the cloth over Ryu's head. She'd all but buried her face right into that inviting nape of her neck and, in the process of 'helping' with the buttons caught the chance to sneak a quick grope of this beautiful goddess. A chest like that, wrapped up? A crime! It should be illegal to do that to works of art!
Neither one of them could wait to see what she looked like, and yet -
"Uh... I can't close the top buttons."
"The skirt keeps falling off your hips no matter how much I try to tighten it up."
"Huh?!" Ryu grunted. "Let me see? What the hell? Why doesn't this fit right?"
"It looks like it was tailor made to a specific body-type," one of the girls said. "But why would anyone do something like that? Only a total maniac would..."
Suddenly the door to the girl's bathroom blew open, and in frolicked a total maniac. "Haha, Ryuunosuke! I knew that you would try to get one of the girls to help you cross-dress! That's why I only got uniforms tailor made for every single girl in this school, ensuring that not one of them would fit your body!"
"Pops..."
"Hahaha! Not that a girl's uniform would fit a boy like you anyway! Now get back into your proper uniform -"
"Eek! A man in the lady's room!"
All her life Ryuunosuke had been trying to beat the holy hell out of her old man. It turned out that there was nothing in this Earth that acted like a better motivator for a chick than dealing with a pervert. Definitely something she'd have to remember!
After a five minute beatdown she picked up her idiot father and carried him to the door. "Ryuunosuke... One day you'll carry your bride like this." He said, as both girls behind Ryuunosuke suddenly became lost in a happy image of Ryuunosuke in a tuxedo carrying them in bridal outfits.
She dropped him to the floor and kicked him out instead, no need to waste the energy. As she was leaving - in her male uniform once again - Ryuunosuke looked wistfully back at those two girls who had tried to help her out. "Sorry for him," she said. "And sorry for wasting your time."
"No, no," one of the girls said. She was holding the other's hand for some reason. "It wasn't a waste of time."
"Not at all!" said the other with an odd lilt to her voice. "See you around".
Ryu shrugged and left, kicking her old man all the way to the nurse's office. Maybe it would be best if she beat the old man into letting her wear a uniform. Otherwise he'd never leave it alone. Yeah, that seemed to make sense. That might be the best thing to do.
The instant she left the two girls immediately and passionately began to kiss and grope each other with wanton abandon. A waste of time? Absolutely not.
- Ataru and Mendo haven't given up yet: They will see her in her sailor fuku yet!
- Ryuunosuke ran into Runs... Er, runs into Ran.
- Lum notices the increased amount of lesbian in the air and wonders what is happening.
- Shinobu is worried about Ryuunosuke, decides to try making friends with the girl.
- Something else
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