Dreams are a funny thing. In dreams, there are no consequences. In dreams we can do whatever we want. Without fear. Without restraint. We can play with our desires. Become a god of our own little world. But at the same time we trick ourselves into believing that there are consequences, which can make dreams extremely unnerving.
"I can't believe Sakura(?) talked me into this," Ryuunosuke mumbled to herself. The question mark in brackets was, in fact pronounced when she inflected her voice to a higher octave while saying Sakura's name. More to the point though, what was this young girl(?) talking about?
To understand the answer to that is to follow her gaze as she peeked out the curtain to behold an audience of her peers. Shinobu, Ran, Lum, Benten, Oyuki - every chick she knew was sitting out there. She thought. There were a couple moments there where she was pretty sure it was actually a bunch of Ataru wearing cheap looking paper masks, but that idea was immediately dismissed because it would mean there was more than one Ataru Moroboshi in the world.
Be it dream or be it nightmare there are some things the human mind is not meant to comprehend.
"You can do this," Sakura(?) said. "Pick an outfit. Any of them will do. Then head on out there and strut your stuff.
"I dunno, this seems a little over the top..." Ryuunosuke groused.
"I thought you might say that," Sakura(?) chuckled. "That's why we provided you with extra motivation."
Huh? What kind of extra motivation? Now she was getting really worried, what else could possibly -
"Hey let me out of here!" yelled the most annoying voice in the world. Which coincidentally belonged to her father. Her total idiot of a father. Who she could now see was chained up very securely to a post. No less than six large padlocks kept the chains in place, the entire set up straining against his tantrum. His feet were even encased in cement. He wasn't going anywhere, and he was going there in a hurry. "What's the big idea chaining me up like this?!"
Ryuunosuke blinked. In that timespan her clothes had changed from the boy's uniform she normally wore to... a pink and flowery and extremely girly kimono.
"Thought we might start with something mundane," Sakura(?) said. "Nothing too showy here, right? Go on out there and knock 'em dead!"
"Huh? Wait, this thing is restricting my legs a whoooaah!" Ryuunosuke yelled that last part because Sakura spanked her butt to get her out on stage.
Well. Here she was. Standing on stage looking out awkwardly at the audience. She gulped and tried to take a step. Really hard to. This thing was snug around her legs. It was somehow even tighter around her chest than her usual bindings! But the moment the mob got a good look at her they began to clap and cheer! Whistle and shout her name. There were flashes of cameras, and several flowers were thrown back on the stage.
"Hey, boy! Why'd you let these girls play dress up with you! You look ridiculous!"
Now, that got her back up. She marched right across the stage to give him an earful - then the crowd broke into thunderous applause. Ryuunosuke was baffled by this - until she caught sight of herself in a mirror set up at the back of the stage. What she saw left her speechless.
She looked... feminine.Not just what she was wearing, but everything about her. The way she was walking, the way she was standing. Ryuunosuke glanced back at Sakura, who gave her a thumbs up. Ah! Was this the reason she chose this kimono to start with? Because of the way it was tied around her body, it was encouraging her to be more delicate and feminine in her movements.
A smile slipped onto her face without her even knowing it. Ooh! That felt good. What was she worried about earlier on? The adulation from the crowd, the lavish attention... And the frustrated, impotent yells of her dumbass father... They all made her feel great.
She was offstage again before she even knew it. Not that Ryuunosuke thought anything of it. Dream logic being what it is. Sakura(?) was there, cheering her on and even kissing her on the cheek. “You did wonderfully! You were beautiful!”
Then all of a sudden her clothes changed again. Sakura was already guiding her towards the stage. "Now, this is a little more risque, but not too much! Go ahead. Show them what you can do. Strut your stuff out there girl!"
Looking down at herself, the first thing Ryuunosuke saw was her own cleavage. The second thing was red. A whole lot of red. It was a snug fitting crimson dress with no shoulders, a low neckline and a large slit up the side to show off basically her entire leg from ankle to thigh. No matter how she stood she was showing off that leg, it was impossible to hide with this thing!
And on top of that, she was in high heels! How was she walking in high heels? Uh... Wait, no. This wasn't too much different from walking in a kimono. All she had to do was adjust her balance a bit and her legs took care of the rest.
The fact that the adjustment made her hips sway out in such a way that would make someone like, say, Ataru Moroboshi nearly pass out from all the blood rushing to their dick was something she missed. She also missed the way she almost naturally positioned her arms to emphasize her almost exposed chest. Boy it sure was a good thing Ataru Moroboshi wasn’t around eh?
"What kinda crossdressing nonsense is this, now?!" yelled her old man riiiight at the moment she was starting to doubt going out there in this slinky dress. Ryuunosuke held her head up high and swanned right on out, then turned and strutted confidently down that catwalk. "Boy, you'd better cut this out right now!"
She responded the only way she could. By sticking her tongue out at him. Much to the audience's delight. She grinned triumphantly and glanced back to Sakura, who mimed a particular action. Aha! Right! Yes, that would definitely set off her old man, wouldn't it?
That action being: Bending down to blow a kiss to the audience. With the outfit she had on it was a step below flashing them, due to the cleavage exposed only barely not revealing her nipps. She winked and giggled as she threw the kiss to the cheering girls who were absolutely not Ataru Moroboshi. Oof! What a thrill this was!
Oh? And what was this now? A stool had appeared right next to her. Ryuunosuke put her foot on the stool then leaned down to stroke her leg from ankle to thigh. "Like what ya see?" she yelled. The answer was a resounding yes. "So am I a guy, or am I a chick?"
"What about you is a guy?"
"You're clearly a chick!"
Cries like that from the audience easily drowned out her old man. It was thunderous applause that filled her hearing and nothing else. No criticism. No mockery. Only encouragement. With a smirk of triumph she turned around and walked back offstage, hips swaying in that provocative way once again as she disappeared.
"Feh, this is disgusting!" her old man yelled once the audience had quieted down. "Making my son humiliate himself like that for your amusement. Oughta be ashamed of yourselves, the whole lot of you!"
Now, we all know that the audience - including Ryuunosuke's father - are all merely figments of her imagination, as written into the script by Ataru. But let's play along for a moment and pretend that they were real. On that basis, imagine the surprise they must have felt when Ryuunosuke stepped out in her next costume and walked over to the middle of the stage.
What was that costume? Black trousers and a white shirt. Also a fairly ordinary pair of socks if you really want to be pedantic about it. But yes: She was wearing the Tomobiki boy's uniform.
"Aha! That's the stuff boy! Show 'em you're not to be toyed around with!" her father yelled. “Show them what kind of man you truly are!”
The crowd was hushed, they were all staring at her, the air was thick with anticipation. Like they knew there had to be more than this. Ryuunosuke strolled over to the middle of the stage, hands in pockets. All casual like. On reaching the middle point of the stage, a spotlight fell on him. Ryuunosuke looked up, stretched out her arms -
And then tugged off both trousers and shirt in a single fluid motion, revealing that they were attached at the back by only velcro. Revealing that underneath, she was wearing... a harem girl costume.
The crowd broke out in thunderous applause. Hah!
“Here’s the kind of ‘man’ I am ya stupid old freak!” Ryuunosuke taunted. Much to her immense satisfaction her old man started foaming at the mouth, unable to even get the words out anymore.
“Ryu-chan! Ryu-chan! Best Chick in the world!” The crowd cheered. Ha! Hahaha! She put her hands on her hip, and swung them around. Each time she did a full rotation her dad reacted like he'd been punched. And also...
There was this music kicking up in the background. Ryuunosuke wasn't the kind of chick that was into music, but this beat was pretty kicking. Oh yeah! Now she really wanted to move her body! Ryuunosuke threw back her head and started to dance. Oh, sure, she didn't really know what she was doing but - who cares right? Just go with the music and see where it takes you and - Hey, someone put a pole here! She could use that for balance, right?
"Go Ryu-chan!" the voices in the audience cheered, sounding a touch more... masculine than they had a moment ago. Not that she really minded right now. Ryuunosuke was lost in the moment. Gripping onto the pole and spinning around and around it. Yes... Oh yes! This was so much fun!
She gripped onto the pole and wrapped her leg around it, then leaned back so that she was upside down and began spinning around and around. The cheers of the audience, the thumping music all filling her ears and making her feel like the ultimate woman, embracing her sexuality for what it was and doing with it as she would.
"Ryuunosuke how could you do this to meeee!" her father yelled. Huh. Was his head getting bigger and redder, or was that only her imagination. "This humiliation! I'll never live it -"
Boom. He blew up. Exactly like in one of those cheesy early morning cartoon shows. Oh well! No big loss. At least now she could get on with dancing to her own pace.
Of course, the idea that a certain pervert might have written out this dream in advance for her to experience would never quite occur to Ryuunosuke, otherwise she would have caught on to how different it was to her real idea of femininity. Still!
"Take it off! Take it off!" The crowd was now chanting. They all wanted to see more of her, see how feminine she truly was!
With several deep breaths she detached from the pole and strutted to centre stage, running her hands around her waist and up to her neck and then back down again. She playfully scowled at them. Huh. Weird. They looked a lot like Ataru now than they did before. Never mind that too.
She tugged onto the harem top and ripped it over her own head, baring her chest for them all to see -
"Ryuunosuke!" her old man yelled. "There's a leak over my sleeping area! Get out onto the roof and patch it up!"
"Do it yourself, old man!" Ryuunosuke yelled, sitting up in her futon and tossing her pillow at the old bastard. Not a smart move. He caught it and began immediately using it as though it was his own pillow. "Guuuuuh! And that dream was just getting to the good part!"
Good part...? Dream...? Huh. Weird. What was it she had been dreaming about again? She honestly couldn't say, but now that the girl was awake again she did know that trying to think about it did make her feel kinda funny.
Oh well! Probably nothing she needed to think about... At least, not consciously.
- Lum's glitchy dream continues
- Sakura's dream begins.
- Ran is having a pretty interesting dream tonight as well.
- Ryuunosuke tries to get back to sleep. Winds up having the same dream, but is more in control this time around.
- Something else
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