Hello Minna, Here again is something my muse decided on, Miko's Grand Adventure.
On a Dare from Mamoru, Motoki has to dress as a woman (Miko) and enter the Crown Arcade. Meet Miko, Motoki's kawaii cousin, and read on to enjoy her grand adventure as she enters the Crown Arcade.
Please R & R and let me know what you think.
Author's Notes - 'Denotes People's Thoughts'
Once again, I hold no copyrights to this other than Miko...Naoko would never have done this, so Miko is exclusively mine...lol jk... :D
Miko's Grand Adventure
Chapter 1 - Miko's Creation & Makeover Madness
Motoki and Mamoru were sitting idly at a table, beers in hand, both having the day off the two friends' decided on an evening of catching up. They met earlier in the evening for a night out.
Since high school together, they had a habit when drinking, of daring each other to do off-the-wall, sometimes even stupid things. They had both had one too many beers and that is where great ideas usually began.
Motoki glanced at Mamoru before laughing. "I dare you to ask the server for his phone number." 'He could pick some guy up so easily, I know he is not a homosexual but he could pass for one.'
Mamoru chuckled thinking rapidly, 'What can I top that with? I need the ultimate dare.' He eyed Motoki, seriously studying his longtime friend for a moment. 'You know, he sure would make a pretty woman...wait...Motoki... pretty woman..."That's it!"
Motoki glanced at him in surprise. "What's it, Mamoru are you drunk?" He watched his friend who seemed lost in thought as an unholy light lit his friend's eyes.
"Okay I will ask the server for his phone number, but if I do and get it, you have to dress up as a girl and come in the arcade." He laughed as Motoki's jaw fell open.
"You want me to what?" Motoki looked ready to crawl under the table.
"You heard me...I will ask for the server's phone number and get it, then you have to dress up as a girl and come into the arcade. We could pass you off as your cousin...eto...Miko...yeah we will call you Miko." He paused a moment letting the idea sink in to Motoki's brain before trying to convince him to do it.
"Besides look at it this way, think of the information you could learn from women. They open up to other women easily." Mamoru smiled trying to appear knowledgeable.
Motoki paused thoughtfully, 'I don't know...me dressed as a woman...in the arcade?' "But Mamoru what if someone we know comes in?"
"All the better, hopefully Minako-chan comes in, then you could ask her if she likes your cousin Motoki." Mamoru grinned slyly and watched as the idea took root in his friends head.
'Talking to Minako-chan, as a woman, wow the things I could learn...and Usagi-chan... I could find out if she likes Mamoru.' Motoki smiled, "Okay but only if you can get the servers phone number."
Mamoru's face lit with satisfaction, "Watch and learn my friend." He stood up and wandered over to the server. Motoki watched bemusedly as Mamoru leaned in close and whispered in the man's ear.
Immediately the man pulled out a scrap of paper and jotted something down. Mamoru spoke to the man for a moment and smiled before heading back towards their table.
Mamoru strolled up and sat down passing the paper to Motoki. He glanced down.
Hayao 555-3980
"Shimatta man...you are too good, Mamoru my friend...so when are we going to do this?" He blanched at the thought but knew he could not get out of it now.
Mamoru pondered that thought for a moment. 'How soon could we get everything together? Hmm,...tomorrow to get everything...and then the next day.' "I need a day to gather all the necessities so day after tomorrow sound good?" Mamoru smiled as he thought of seeing his friend try pulling this off.
"Yeah" Motoki's voice came out muffled as he kicked himself for falling in the same trap. 'Man how many times has Mamoru won a dare and made mine worse...uh try too many times to count?'
He chuckled mirthlessly as his inner sarcastic side finally spoke. 'Man oh man how do I get myself into these things?' Dropping his head into his hands, he prayed this would not end up humiliating him.
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Mamoru hurried into a local department store looking for the perfect sales girl. Being Saturday, with a big sale going on, they were busier than they usually were. Spotting someone who looked especially helpful, he smiled charmingly and approached the girl.
"Um excuse me, good day Miss; I could really use your help." He blushed a bit looking embarrassed and then lowered his voice. "I want to surprise my girlfriend with some nice things, could you help me? I need all the make-up stuff you know."
She smiled and waved him over to the cosmetics counter, before sliding behind the drop down section. "What complexion does your girlfriend have?"
When Mamoru stared confused, she clarified the question.
"What shade is her complexion?"
"Oh it's a fairly pale." Mamoru looked relieved to have figured out what she was asking.
The sales girl began sifting through tubes and jars, "and the color of her eyes and hair?"
Mamoru smiled, "She is a blonde and has green eyes."
"Ah kawaii I am going to recommend brown eye shadow and brown eyeliner, also brown mascara, with a rose blush, and for her lips a nice soft rose." She had several little jars, tubes and pencils on the counter in a small pile. "Does she have makeup brushes?" She glanced at Mamoru and smiled when he shrugged helplessly.
"You should buy her a nice set if you are not sure." She added a set to the pile and began packaging it all up.
Mamoru paid the bill and left the store in a state of shock. He had never fully appreciated what women went through. The next store was even more problematic as he had not thought to measure Motoki for a dress. Finally, several bags later he was finally able to escape. He thought over all that he had realized by not thinking this plan through on the trip home.
'When Motoki finds out he is going to have to shave I think I will be a dead man.' With a small chuckle, he imagined the shocked look on Motoki's face. 'That is going to be the most difficult part the rest should be pretty easy, except this lovely wig I found.' It was a long blonde wig similar to Minako-sans hair. 'Someday though, I am sure he will thank me for putting him through this. I had better be his best man at his wedding.'
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Mamoru knocked on Motoki's door early the next morning laden with bags from several stores. When Motoki opened the door and saw what Mamoru carried, he paled.
"That is all of it?" Eyeing Mamoru thoughtfully, he was starting to regret agreeing to this mad scheme. 'Kami...what could he possibly have in all those shopping bags? Help me kami, please help me?' He kept his thoughts to himself and waved Mamoru into his apartment, leading him over to the dining room table.
Mamoru took his time unloading each of the bags, until the table completely disappeared under all of the stuff.
"Motoki, first things first, I had a thought, you wearing a dress with that hairy body just will not do. So head into the bathroom," Mamoru dug out the body hair remover before continuing. "Follow the directions exactly as it says and the hair comes right off."
He hid his grin as he watched Motoki's jaw fall open. "Use it on your chest, arms and legs otherwise the girls will see through this in a heartbeat. Go now." He shooed Motoki off like a mother hen and began preparing the rest of the stuff.
After about ten minutes, he heard Motoki yell from the bathroom.
"Is this stuff supposed to stink?" Motoki sounded grossed out.
"Yeah just take a quick shower when you are done." Mamoru prepared the facial hair wax and the nail polish first so that he could coat Motoki's nails when he was finished waxing Motoki's eyebrows. 'Thank god I stopped and got that magazine on makeovers and beauty hints.'
A few minutes later, a much less hairy Motoki wandered out from his bathroom. "Wow you would not believe how soft I feel."
Mamoru smiled, "Sit down here, it is time for your waxing." Motoki looked shocked to say the least.
"Isn't that what I just did...I mean the hair is gone?" Motoki held up his arm as an example to back up his words.
"No...no...no, your eyebrows, either we wax them quickly or I pull out tweezers and we do it the old fashioned way."
With an audible gulp, Motoki sat letting Mamoru do what he needed. He watched as Mamoru picked out the best guides for his eyebrows and sat still while Mamoru applied them.
Mamoru threw the wax jar into the microwave setting it for two minutes. Motoki eyed him strangely. "Why did you put that in the microwave?"
"Because the wax has to melt somehow, heating it up melts it." Mamoru glanced at him before turning towards the microwave, he popped open the door and pulled the container out. "Ah nice and soft, heated even, just sit back, relax and don't think about me never having done this.
Motoki looked ready to bolt until Mamoru chuckled. "Will you relax I was only teasing you." He pulled out the little paddle and began applying the wax generously.
When he had both eyebrows evenly coated, he paused for a moment to let it sit. "Okay in just a moment we will be ready."
"Ready for what", Motoki's anxious tone had Mamoru smiling.
"To rip it off of course, be a man, women do this all the time. It can't hurt if women can handle it." He glanced at Motoki before continuing. "You ready...on the count of three...one...two...three," He grabbed the end of the right side and ripped it off.
Motoki let out a blood-curdling scream, "That really hurt man!"
Mamoru just glanced at him, "Suck it up, I am going to do the other side." He did not even bother with counting or warning Motoki, just grabbing the left side and ripping it off.
Motoki bit his tongue to keep from yelling a second time. Mamoru studied his handiwork pulling out a hand held mirror for Motoki to see.
"Wow that really helps my eyes out, I never realized that." Motoki looked surprised by his new look.
"Okay, hold out your hands, it is time to paint your pretty little nails." 'Thank god Motoki takes care of his, there is no way I would file and shape them for him.' He pulled out a shade of pink that exactly matched the lipstick he bought.
"Pink?" Motoki made that one word sound like something from another planet.
"Yeah pink, you have blonde hair and green eyes, of course pink." He neatly layered the coats on Motoki's fingernails. "Now don't touch anything." Giving Motoki a mock stern look, he had to turn away to keep from laughing at the outrage on his friend's face.
"While those are drying, I will make us some coffee and afterwards you can get dressed." He glanced at Motoki to see if he agreed and shocked by his own view of Motoki. "Kami he does make a kawaii woman.'
Turning away, he made the coffee and sat next to Motoki as the polish dried. "You know strangely enough this has been kind of fun." Mamoru glanced at Motoki to see his look of shock.
"Fun...you call this fun, I have been de-haired, waxed, had my nails painted pink, and you think this is fun? Buddy next time you get to be the girl!"
"Mmm" 'Nah, it has been fun though, watching you suffer.' "We'll see how good you can do, before I ever consider trying it out. Okay time for the clothes, I got you a simple sundress, a mastectomy bra, slip, and some sandals nothing fancy, think you can manage?"
Motoki looked oddly green. "I think I can handle it bra and all." He grabbed the bag and hurried from the room.
"Mamoru...how the hell are you supposed to put this contraption on by yourself?" Motoki yelled from the bedroom.
"Just come out here and I will fix you right up." His evil grin had returned as Motoki entered the room holding the bra up in front of him chest." As soon as Mamoru had hooked the eyelets Motoki sped from the room returning moments later fully dressed.
"Ah aren't you kawaii?" Mamoru cocked his head as he studied Motoki's new look. Picking up the mirror, he merely handed it to Motoki, whose eyes widened when he saw himself. "Good thing the sandals are closed toe...sorry no offense but there was no way I was painting your toenails. Now quit gawking at your kawaii self and sit so I can do your hair and makeup."
Motoki studied himself for a moment longer before setting the mirror down and sitting himself. He did not speak as Mamoru pulled out all kinds of tubes jars and pencils.
"Now, first things first," He pulled out a jar of foundation. "I am going to put your foundation on, you use these little sponges for this and spread it evenly over your whole face, right up to your hairline and under your jaw."
When he was finished, he showed Motoki in the mirror. "Now close your eyes. I have to powder everything." Mamoru pulled out the puff and powdered Motoki's face generously. Grabbing the brush set he bought he scanned them until he found the powder one. Brushing off the excess powder, he then applied blush to Motoki's cheekbones, following directions from the magazine.
Putting eyeliner on next, he watched all of Motoki's funny faces. Chuckling, he thought about thousands of women doing this daily and it made him laugh outright.
"What is so funny?" A quiet Motoki finally spoke breaking his silence.
"I was just thinking, man do you realize that thousands...no millions of women do this every single day? Scary thought isn't it?"
Motoki chuckled at the thought until Mamoru stopped him dead.
"Hold still, shimatta you think this is easy?" Raising his eyes, he found Mamoru studying him with his face all screwed up in concentration.
"Okay we are ready for eye shadow." He flipped a page in the magazine and quickly scanned the article. "Ah so that is why they do that." He applied it exactly as the directions stated eyeing Motoki's eyes to see that it was even. With an evil chuckle he continued, "Now for the most fun part, mascara."
He pulled out a tube and opened it. Motoki saw the little brush and gulped.
"What is that for?" Motoki eyed it with horror.
"Your eyelashes silly now hold real still, I wouldn't want to put an eye out." Mamoru chuckled evilly at the look of shock on Motoki's face. He very carefully applied the mascara deciding only the upper eyelashes needed it.
"Last but not least, lipstick, now smile...wider please." He picked up the tube of lipstick and deftly wiped it on his lips. Studying Motoki and his handiwork, he was quiet for a moment.
Motoki fearful of Mamoru's silence could not wait any longer. "Well...how do I look?" No emotion showed on Mamoru's face as he handed him the mirror once more.
'Kami, is that really me, Kami, I am hot, Wow.' Motoki could not believe how he looked. "Hey man put the wig on quick, I want to see."
Mamoru smiled and opened the last box pulling out a long blonde wig. Adjusting the hair of the wig, he smoothed Motoki's hair down before settling the wig on Motoki's head and pinning it in place. Studying his friend, he made a few adjustments before silently handing Motoki the mirror.
'Kami, wow,' "Mamoru my friend you should be in the business. You could be a hair/makeup stylist to the stars, you'd be rich." He looked in the mirror, still in awe of Mamoru's talent.
"Now," Mamoru paused thoughtfully, "You are going to have to do a few things to help this ruse out. First and foremost you need to sound like a girl, so soften it up and sound feminine."
"Is this better?" Motoki lightened his tone and softened it up." Mamoru smiled nodding, Motoki had sounded more feminine, without sounding overly silly.
"Secondly Motoki you need to remember to sit and act like a woman. Cross your legs at the knee and remember to swing your foot seductively. Oh and when you walk sway your hips."
Motoki immediately crossed his legs and tried to swing his foot seductively but it came out more like a spasm.
"Slow down and swing not jerkily," Mamoru was trying not to collapse in convulsive laughter. "Now try and walk, remember slow and tantalizing, swaying, sashaying even."
Motoki stood and tried to mimic Mamoru's words. He strutted across the room coming off as a bad cross-dresser.
"Whoa, slow down and relax a bit, think of all the girls you have seen." Mamoru studied him a moment and then continued. "Now sit down over here and act like a woman."
Motoki strolled slowly across the room and sat gently next to Mamoru. Raising a hand tentatively, he rested it on Mamoru's chest.
"Hello, you handsome devil," Motoki spoke softly in his feminine voice, acting suggestively. "Wanna dance?" He asked making funny kissing faces at Mamoru and trying to wink.
"What in kami are you doing?" Mamoru laughed so hard tears were trying to leak out of his eyes. "Save the flirting for when you are Motoki and not Miko...Please do the world a favor and do not do that again."
Motoki chuckled nervously. "Okay if you say so." He glanced at Mamoru to see if he was still laughing.
With a straight face once more Mamoru spoke. "I think you are about ready, just remember, no flirting, act innocent."
Here is an end to Chapter 1, please R&R and let me know what you think.