WARNING! ADULT CONTENT 18+ ONLY. NSFW. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18.

Chapter 2

The next day, I couldn't help thinking there had been something I missed about the night before...

I ignored my closet and went about my day. I got dressed, ate breakfast and went to school. The day was pretty normal, more or less, with Kuroda and Taisuke bothering me during lunch and after school. Those two had been getting rather close lately... =_=

I had library duty, and by that time I was kind of looking forward to getting home.

The house was empty as usual, and I went straight to my room after kicking my shoes off. I opened the closet and dug the uniform out once again.

I didn't do anything with it, I just looked at it and pondered. I looked over the panties and stockings in my hands.

I wondered what it was about the night before that made me so angry and frustrated. Was it the uniform? My fantasy? Or was it me?

I brought the uniform over to my bed and sat down with it in my lap.

For a moment, it seemed pretty silly to me that I was pondering this so deeply, haha, and I guess it was, but it wasn't difficult for me to push that aside, really. This was important to me. I had been drawn to wear this uniform again, not for any purpose of going out and luring another creep away from an innocent girl, but for myself, my own personal, secret reasons.

Chie wouldn't be home for a while, at least. Though I felt that telling her about everything that had happened had brought us a bit closer, I guess it was going to be a while before I started seeing more of her, not that I had a problem with that at the time.

So I stripped down and put the whole uniform on again.

I looked myself over in the mirror. I ran a hand along a lock of the peach colored wig hair, and the gesture looked cute to me. I pouted my lips and it was even cuter! That was when I began to feel the tense bulge starting to grow underneath my panties again, well concealed by the skirt.

I knew that wearing these clothes is an everyday thing for girls, and can hardly be considered erotic, to them at least. So for me, I guess it could be a little of both...

And that's when it hit me... I had not taken my own inexperience into account! I never wore clothes like this, and as a guy, clothes like this bore a different meaning to me. I also did not masturbate much, another thing I had little experience with. So little experience that, whenever I did do it, I felt like I didn't know myself well enough — I also didn't realize until later that I was a little too reserved in my nature to be jumping so far ahead in this, but that was neither here nor there ;3 — So essentially, the reason why my experience from the night before, and all the emotions that ran with it, was not exactly any fault of my own, or any fault on my idea of wearing the clothes or following my fantasy, it was simply because it was my first-time doing all those things on that one account.

In short, I had bitten off more than I could chew.

I was rushing into the whole thing too fast, I did too many things all at once and I wasn't used to any of it, which had caused me to become over-aroused and then overwhelmed - this had been my first time thinking of that term. You have to learn to walk before you run, and the more you do something, the better you get at it. I needed experience.

"I get it now..." I said to myself and sat on my bed, the short skirt feeling delightful under my butt cheeks.

If I wanted to follow through on my fantasies - and I really did - I had to do it more often, starting with little steps.

If I didn't, I felt like I would be missing out on something wonderful, and the fantasies would continue to knock at the door of my brain and keep me awake at night.

It was a new thing, and I figured, if I were to wear these clothes all the time, the arousal would wear off after a while, but it's not like I would stop being attracted to the idea.

I thought about how I would go about it, while lifting up a part of my skirt a playing with it.

I thought that I should probably start with wearing the uniform for at least a few minutes every chance I got, if I didn't want to get caught. Which meant, whenever I came home to an empty house, it was ten minutes to half an hour of staying dressed like this. And at night, when everyone was asleep, I had to try wearing it for at least half an hour before going to bed.

But I also needed a means to remedy the sensations it would conjure, especially once I was no longer wearing it. Masturbation was really the only answer for this. For the first time, I actually wanted to become really good at it ^_^

I guess most guys don't think of it that way and just do it, which I guess makes me a little strange, but after everything that happened, I was slowly learning to accept myself for who I was, sexual fantasies n' all.

"I wonder if there are books on it..."

I later found out that yes there were books on it, but the online scientific and psychological articles were much more informative. I learned a lot of tricks over the next few weeks~

I learned that it actually was considered an art form and that there was a right way and a wrong way to do it, so my thoughts had been pretty precise, much to my enjoyment. I learned that fast, rushed and paranoid was definitely the wrong way to go, and yielded few positive results, with some negative ones. This explained why I strayed from it most of my life, because I don't remember ever feeling too good about myself after the few times I had done it. I had figured it just wasn't for me.

With masturbation, it was slow and steady wins the race. It had a lot to do with atmosphere, solitude, comfort, preference, self-appreciation and self-understanding. Almost no focus was put on orgasm, ironically. Essentially, it's all about the person doing it and what they like, hence why people also called it 'me time'. That was way more meaning than I had ever attached to it. It almost sounded like a form of meditation, which by the way, meditative masturbation exists too...yeeeah, I just wanted to have fun and improve as a person, but I couldn't see myself becoming a 'Buddhist Priest of Solo-Sex', though it did bring on some appealing fantasies about wearing a shrine maiden's outfit~

I also learned that having an orgasm more than once a day was actually a very good thing! I used to think masturbating too much made you sick in the head! But the article I read said it didn't matter how many times one orgasmed in a 'session' or in a day! It turned out, people who didn't have a regular sexual release became more prone to anxiety, depression, angry outbursts, and irrational thinking...learning this and looking back on some of my own decisions made me a little depressed...

I learned that the only risk to masturbation was known as a mental disorder called compulsive masturbation, which had less to do with masturbation itself, and more to do with developmental issues or something missing from a person's life and how they handle it. It was a little bit like being a sexual compulsive, only it was when one allowed masturbation to have a higher priority than more important things in their life, like eat, sleep or public decency. I had heard about people like this, the kind that could be doing it on a train or in a public place. The disorder was a severe one, and it wasn't by any fault of the person with it. I learned that most compulsive masturbators actually wished they could stop, and that extensive psychological treatment was needed. I took a moment to say a little prayer for them.

So it was all about balance.

From what I read, masturbation was likened very much to having coitus with a partner, only it came with different splendors and none of the risks.

I had learned that masturbation was not only something I wanted to do for fun, it was actually something I should do for my own health, at least on an average level of a few times a week. This information was enough to send me to the moon!

*brief, embarrassing image of me flying through the stars, blissfully giggling to myself* /

I had discovered that my body and mind were a plentiful bounty that I had never noticed before!

Maybe if Makoto had the patience and imagination for this knowledge, he wouldn't have turned into such a possessive shit-for-brains. He could have spent more time appreciating what he had than trying to grab any girl he could take, very literally.

I guess I always imagined it to be something vulgar, but I learned so much about it, and discovered that it was a gift that one gives to themselves, and at the same time, sexual release, whether alone or with a partner, was just as much a part of life as sleeping, eating, working and keeping hygiene - talk about that sensation you feel when stepping into a hot bath, am I right? This explained all the occasional wet dreams over the years. I thought it was just something that happened from time to time, but was really a sign that I was repressing the sexual needs of my body and my mind.

Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.

While I sat on my bed, still wearing the uniform, I contemplated and made plans in my head about how I would go about my research. This was a topic that was important to me, so I wanted to know as much as I could.

The fantasies I had conjured about the crossdressing did scare me, but against the fear, I still did it, my desires had become stronger than my fear. I wanted to know if this was something that should concern me. Most guys didn't do this sort of thing. I knew there were other crossdressers out there, we call them otokonoko, and while they're looked down upon in most circles, they're excepted among others.

I wondered if I could be comfortable carrying that title. I guess I was, since my sister's kouhai, Chie and Makoto had already found out.

This matter was purely private to me. Even though I had managed to go out in public dressed like this, and successfully woo a guy, that was not something I wanted to do at this point - Makoto may have been a jerk, but he still found me attractive enough to get grabby, which told me something... /

It was a kink. A fetish. I had to be honest with myself. I slowly learned to accept this as well. Yuuki Ashikaga has a sexual fetish, who woulda' thunk it?

And I guess it's still a kink for me to this day, because it's not a common thing for a guy to dress like this. But you know what, I think that's what makes it special. People have their thoughts on it, but really, what harm has it really done?

It's a little different than being just a kink to me now...I guess it's just a part of my life.

If doing this means I'm a little touched in the head...*sigh*...oh well, then I guess that's just how I am. I'm different, I always was, mentally and physically. I'm short, I have a small bone structure, high cheekbones and a smooth face. Kids in primary school teased me for looking like a girl, and it didn't stop, even when I got into high school. I don't want to worry about it anymore. I also don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. That's not why I'm doing this.

You can bet I applied research to this later on too, and discovered some reassuring things.

I stood up from my bed to take another look at myself in the mirror. My arms stuck out to the sides, and I twirled on one foot, the skirt and my hair flourishing around me, which I caught briefly, the moment I looked in the mirror again.

I was so happy! I jumped in the air, overwhelmed with joy. I looked good!~ I was hot!~ You could say I was a giddy little school girl~ ;)

Half an hour of wearing this thing just wouldn't be enough. Chie got home normally two to three hours after I did, so I would just stay in my room and keep the door closed until I heard her return. I arranged some of my clothes on the bed so they were ready for me to jump into quickly. I also kept the closet door open to save some milliseconds.

I returned to my bed, playfully folding the skirt under my butt like I'd seen all the girls do, and sat down again. I was wearing the uniform...so now what?

I decided to refrain from pleasuring myself for the time being and just enjoy the sensation of the bulge under my skirt and the tension of the panties.

I contemplated removing the uniform and doing some shaving. I wanted to remove everything. I didn't have a lot, which would actually make it easy.

However, I decided to save it for another time and just enjoy the mood I was in now.

I didn't have my laptop back then, or else I would have begun research right then and there.

So, I grabbed a book from my shelf. It was one I already read, but I didn't care. I laid myself out on the bed with feminine grace and elegance, and began reading.

In the days to come, along with my exciting discoveries and practices, I had created a schedule for myself, which became more open once the winter break started. I suffered through, and found a way to drink in the embarrassing sensations that followed every orgasm I experienced after masturbation. I tried many new things and kept pounding away at them as best as I could, until they became regular choices to my repertoire.

I eventually could masturbate while pinching my nipples and massaging my chest. I learned it's not just for girls

I practiced masturbating while touching other parts of me as well, like caressing my face or my butt, and got some stimulation out of that.

I really enjoyed fondling my testicles, pinching and stretching my scrotum in different ways.

I really wanted to practice bukkake for my more extreme fantasies, it would also help me get used to the idea of tasting myself, but I was worried it would be too hard to wash out of my hair and everyone would notice. Honestly, I liked the idea of it staying there.

My fantasies expanded too. I soon found myself imagining not only masturbating, but watching hentai and porn while doing it. I imagined wearing all kinds of different outfits. And then, hehe, it wasn't long until I was imagining myself using toys.

I took an opportunity once to use a computer and surf a few sex toy websites, and I couldn't believe my eyes! Suddenly, I wished I was really rich. They had all kinds of stuff there! I found myself getting new ideas the entire time! I didn't even know there were sex toys for guys! I never knew what an ona hole was until now, and I liked it! I looked into the sexy wear section and more fantasies and ideas met me. Then I noticed the button on the screen that read 'anal'...and close to that, the one that read 'dildos'...

I took a quick peek around myself to make sure no one could see, though it would already be awkward for someone to catch me looking through a sex toy website, but dildos just didn't fit well for a guy. Haha, fit...

I held 'ctrl' and clicked the two links to open them in two new tabs. It was safe to say that I had a bulge in my pants while seeing everything up to this point, but now, it was throbbing like crazy, while I was looking at rubber dicks...

Naturally, I became worried again, that there might be some kind of hidden meaning here. I mean, I already liked dressing up as a girl, and now I was getting an erection from looking at huge penises on a computer. However, they were fake, so I couldn't really tell if I should be worried or not. It wasn't like I was suddenly compelled to google 'yaoi' and have my fill of that.

Would I have to come out of the closet to Chie at some point?

Something that should have occurred to me was that not only were they fake, but every time I found one with a new feature, or a couple features, I was more turned on.

I paused a moment. I checked around me again to make sure no one could see. This was not something I should be worried about at this point, if it was truly the case, there wasn't much I could do about it. So I filed the questions in the back of my head, and continued to drool over the wares, yes, drool. No kidding, I had to wipe my lip once.

This was also when my mind began tipping toward getting a part-time job. Oh how I longed for a computer and a credit card~

It was thanks to the dildos that I began fantasizing about using them in all kinds of positions, and more than one, like being pounded in my butt and one being shoved in my mouth, and a few other ways that were creative and stimulating, like two rubbing my nipples while I was being plowed. My most intense fantasy is having six work on me, one for both of my holes, one for each nipple, one for each hand . Maybe even a seventh to have rubbing in between my butt cheeks X3

These fantasies most assuredly led to me actually trying, yup, anal penetration. But, since I didn't have any anal toys or dildos to make use of — being an upstanding, tight laced school student like myself — I found a sharpie marker with a smooth tip and a shaft wide enough that I would notice it going in.

I decided to do it at night. I made sure I used the bathroom before going to bed. When everyone was asleep, I stripped down naked and grabbed the marker from my desk drawer.

Naturally, I was pretty timid about it. My heart was racing. I didn't know what to expect. Before, I had all kinds of thoughts racing through my head, but now, it was quiet and I was focused on what I was doing.

I got down on both knees on my floor. I thought I might want to do it while laying on my back, but this position was good.

I had one hand rested on my thigh, and the other angled under my side with the soft end of the marker pointed up.

"Here goes..."

It was a little awkward at first and I kind of wished I had a mirror so I could see everything. I later began using my standing mirror until I could purchase a hand mirror.

The marker poked into one of my butt cheeks and my scrotum and felt kind of awkward at first. I was having trouble finding where my 'entry hole' was located, but I wasn't about to go looking for it with my fingers, though it would have sped things up.

I found it. In comparison to the marker, it was tiny. Another new discovery about my body.

I touched the tip of the marker so it found its place, and already felt pretty aroused. I wedged it in there just a little and braced myself for anything, mostly pain.

Slowly, I pushed it in. It was just a little tight, which I didn't quite understand, until I remembered the stuff that comes out of there isn't as solid as what I was putting in. I thought I might be able to feel the whole thing, but I could mainly feel it in my hole.

"Hmm..."

It actually wasn't half bad~ I mean, I wasn't rolling on my floor in ecstasy, with drool and tears running down my face like in a hentai, but it didn't feel bad.

I tried pushing it further in. It felt good. I moved it around, slowly, and it felt a little different.

After a while of playing with it and letting it sit inside me, getting well acquainted with the sensation, I figured I would call it a night. Masturbating at this point would result in another sensation of overwhelming and depression, so it was best to do it a few more times before committing to that.

My caution has saved me in a few instances here. I later learned about the dangers of inserting items any longer than five to seven inches without working your way up to those, because of the turns involved in the colon. I had a few scares, where I thought I had hurt myself severely, but the pain was temporary, and I didn't notice any issues or changes in my immune system, like illness or intense abdominal pain. I wanted to have fun trying this new thing, but I didn't want to hurt myself.

However, I also learned about the wonders of anal play and anal sex. I learned about the prostate, and how it plays a key role in male orgasm, both anally and manually. If stimulated well enough, the prostate produces an orgasm more intense and beyond anything a male can achieve through standard masturbation. You could say it was masturbation on a more creative and scientific level.

I first learned this, and much later, long after starting my toy collection and purchasing a few anal probes, I learned what it was really like. Amazing~💓

When I did it, I didn't touch my penis once, that was the rule. I remember it so well...I had been wearing a cute pair of black, see-through stockings that stretched up to my thighs. I was also wearing an adorable vanilla green uniform I ordered in the mail. I had taken off the skirt and my panties, so my genitals and the space around my hips and butt were bare. I had laid down on my back, angling up on the balls of my feet, my heels close to my butt cheeks, so my shoulder blades were supporting me, with the probe inside and sticking out from under my scrotum. I loved looking at my legs and my bare parts in that position, and feeling myself all over. I worked that sucker while my erect penis wagged free, feeling this amazing tingling sensation I just wanted to push on more, and suddenly bam! 💓 I made a mess of that cute uniform, my face and my hair x3

I learned that dildos were not as effective as a probe, but they still worked. Besides, after buying a few vibrating bullets, I could attach one or two to my penis with electrical tape if I wanted, which made things more kinky in an odd way, and it pretty much did the work for me while I focused on moving my hips.

It made sense that I should have been able to cum hands-free, because I certainly had enough wet dreams in the past to know that I didn't need to be stroking my penis to have an orgasm.

I had to keep everything well shaved. I had hair, but it wasn't so much that it took time to remove or was noticeable when it was gone. I was pretty thorough, I even removed all the hair around my private areas. All of it. I loved the sensation of how smooth everything felt, even the spaces down there felt so smooth. After using a mirror, I noticed how soft everything looked down there, with a nice vanilla shade.

And while I was removing hair everywhere else, I began growing out the hair on my head.

I decided to start growing it out during the winter break of my freshman year. I liked how the wig looked on me, but it seemed pretty cliche and I wanted to be more natural about things. It had started with me wondering what it would be like to have long hair, how it would look on me, how other people would look at me, the care and treatment it needed, and if I would find new comforts and discomforts about it. I already had somewhat long hair, for a boy in a society with most males keeping their hair short. I was concerned about the reaction to it, but at this point I figured, heck with it. It was something I wanted to do, and it was my choice. Plus, it would be a gradual change, so it wasn't like they would notice straight off the bat.

It took me about a year before it was down to my shoulder blades, and another three months before it was to the small of my back. Growing your hair out doesn't take much care at first, depending on how you do it. I washed it like I always did, but eventually wound up having to use a little more shampoo and conditioner than before. The longer it gets, the more you have to deal with split ends, so I still needed to make the now rare trips for a trim.

I view long hair as a unisex thing. I guess most people attribute it to girls only, though you see a lot of male anime protagonists with long hair. There had been a time when both men and women chose to grow their hair any length they wanted, and long hair on guys in feudal Japan was very common.

By the summer of my second year, it was hanging just around my neck, and everyone noticed, and while they're reactions varied, I was getting a lot of enticed looks from the girls! / G-Go me...!

It was actually amazing! Because of my height, my friends were pretty much the only people that noticed me at school. I was so short and plane looking in my usual school uniform, aside from my face, it wasn't hard for most people to pass me up! But change one feature about me, and suddenly I stood out more! I became Ashikaga-san, that short second year with the long hair! xD I kept it tied in a short pony tail and wore my glasses, and for a guy just doing that, I looked pretty cute. Kuroda certainly thought so, and I swear, I thought I would have to kick Taisuke to keep him from humping my leg. Kuroda was pretty irritated with him too.

You see, they had started dating a few months ago at that time. I wouldn't doubt they've done the deed by this point. A lot of people expect some kind of major change in a person after they've had that experience enough times, but there really isn't much of one, at least not from what I can tell. It only means Taisuke knows more than me about girls in that area. However, because of what I had been doing, I knew a bit more about girls than he did, in other areas. If he and Kuroda have done it already, that's an experience they have that I don't, simple as that, I'm not in a rush. I just hope he doesn't do something stupid, like get Kuroda pregnant, we're still in school for crying out loud!

Kuroda even brought up the time everyone tried to get me to try on one of the maid costumes for the school festival, and said with the long hair, I would make a very cute and convincing maid. I loved hearing this and fought to contain myself! Thanks Kuroda! xD Also, it got me wondering if they had more of those maid costumes lying around in storage, but I wasn't desperate enough to go looking.

Later that day, someone else saw me and my new look. Someone whom it never crossed my mind I would run into.

I had been passing through the hall between classes, when she appeared from around a corner across to my right. We just stared at each other a while. Her mouth gaped at me, before it shut and she continued on. There wasn't an exasperated huff or condescending shutting of the eyes as she walked by, she just kept her eyes forward, as if trying to convince herself she hadn't noticed me.

I didn't watch or wait for her, and continued on my own.

Something else I hadn't mentioned before, that I probably should have. I guess I avoided it up 'till now because it caused me some deep grief.

It happened during winter break, and the school didn't hear about it until classes started up again in January.

Kotonoha Katsura, the girl I fell in love with, whom was involved with Makoto Itou and Sekai Saionji, she...she and Sekai murdered Makoto.

It happened at his apartment. None of us know how or why, but I remember hearing the death was bloody and somehow ritualistic.

That word, ritual, stuck out in my head. Because the last time I spoke with Kotonoha, she didn't sound at all like herself. Or more that she sounded exactly like herself, when what I saw should have conjured the same betrayed and terrified emotions out of her. That was when I knew...that the girl I had fallen in love with...was a lie... Maybe her personality had been genuine, but the way she behaved, and knowing that she was involved with scum like Makoto, letting him do whatever he wanted to her, using her like just another toy, I knew that she had either lost her mind, or had been brainwashed...

When I knew that Makoto and Sekai were together in that closet in the library, and I led Kotonoha there to expose them, she had been completely unphased. She had known the entire time, because she and Sekai were so desperate to be with Makoto, they were willing to make themselves his own pets. She had even invited me to join them, which had also been Makoto's intension. He had wanted me to dress as Yuu, so he could do me just like a girl.

It was in that moment, when I stood looking in that doorway, Kotonoha right next to me and smiling, while Makoto was busy pulling Sekai's clothes off right in front of us, thinking he would get to fuck her right in front of us while we waited our turn, I could feel invisible hands clawing at me and trying to pull me inside. I knew, if I stepped through that doorway, my life would be changed forever, and the results would not be good.

I clung to the very moments that passed like my life depended on them, taking one shaky step backward after another, feebly continuing to play my role until I found my window. And then I ran. I ran as if they were right on my tail, wanting to drag me down with them. I ran as fast as I could, until my chest burned. I ran until I was as far away from the campus as I could get. I ran so hard that after I stopped at the bus station, I nearly threw up and could barely contain myself...

That was a year before I heard about the murder, and at the time, it only made sense to me.

Kotonoha and Sekai were arrested and awaiting trial. It was on the news here and there. A month later, the hearings ended. Kotonoha and Sekai were found guilty of premeditated murder, and sentenced to life in a maximum security hospital for the criminally insane.

After learning about this, it was like a break in the whole situation. It only proved my point. Kotonoha and Sekai were not emotionally stable people. It had taken some time for me to wrap my brain around it, after learning the horrible truth, but it was the truth. I didn't know much about Sekai, but I know that Kotonoha was a wonderful person. I think...I think a part of me still longs for her, but I know I can't dwell on it, because that girl I loved, she will never exist. Except in the confines of my mind.

During the winter break, while at dinner, my parents announced to Chie and me that they would be leaving for Kyoto during January. They would be staying away for two years. It had to do with a business investment my dad was involved in. He said they didn't need him to actually travel all the way to Kyoto, but that it would be better if he did. He said he had given it a lot of thought, and that it would be good for him to be away and allow Chie and me some space. I kind of found an obvious flaw in dad's thinking there, but I guess we had been well behaved for long enough that he trusted us. He said it would be a good experience for when we actually moved out of the house. Mom wanted to go with just so she could live in Kyoto for two years, haha, that's just like mom.

He said that he would still be able to send us funds from work, so it wasn't like they wouldn't be taking care of us, we would just be on our own 'half way', which didn't sound bad in my head. Also, they would only be a few hours drive away, so if anything happened and we needed them around, it wouldn't be long before they returned.

Chie faked like she was concerned about it, but really, she was stoked, I could tell. I guess I was the same way a little, though I could play off being the affectionate child better, from years of actually being an affectionate, caring child.

This would be a new way for Chie and myself to grow together, since we had already started, after the mess she helped pull me out of with her care.

It was scary, knowing they wouldn't be around in the morning to greet us, mom with breakfast and dinner ready, or to just talk, but I guess texting and emails remedied that in some ways. Mom talked about sending us recipes through email.

Then dad brought up leaving us with something. Chie belted out immediately that she wanted a car, which conjured a skeptical leer from dad, and an explanation about something within a reasonable price range. This was my chance.

"Could I have a laptop?"

I really didn't have anything else I wanted. If not that, I would have asked for more books, and I already have five I still hadn't read. Plus, I got most everything from the library anyways. I would also be acting on my part-time job plan pretty soon anyway, so it almost didn't matter what I asked for.

"Hmm..." dad rubbed his chin and looked at mom.

"It sounds fine to me," she smiled.

"Alright, just whatever you do, don't go on any gambling sites and run up my bill, kay?" this was mostly a dry joke, followed with a wry smile.

I nodded, "Promise."

"You can use the family desktop to look up a good model. Make sure it's recent, I want you to have a good one, but make it under fifty-thousand yen, and we can pick it up tomorrow if you'd like."

I wouldn't have had it any other way! xD

We kept the family PC in the living room, and while on my way, after handing over the plates to mom, Chie stopped me.

I was already beginning to feel sentimental, knowing that our days with mom and dad were numbered before we wouldn't be able to see them at all. Just handing mom my dishes, knowing it would only be so many times before I would no longer be doing that for a while, had me feeling a bit sad, so it didn't help when Chie whispered to me—

"Don't worry lil' bro, I've got dad's password for the parental locks. I gotcha' covered~" and winked.

'Come on sis! Can't you see I'm feeling a little emotional right now?!' T_T

I didn't flip on her like I usually did, but simply nodded a "Yeah."

I knew it was only half of a tease. Honestly, I was very happy to hear that from her. I had completely forgotten about the parental blocks. It was good to know Chie was on my side, as mischievous as she could be.

She patted me on the shoulder and that was it.

I found the exact model I had been looking for.

Today it's a bit outdated, even if it has been two years, but it did me a lot of good around that time. Man technology advances fast.

It was a DiLL Horizon 5824a, with 4g of RAM, a XX Punteum Processor and a 500gb hard drive. I later bought a 1tb external hard drive, the hard drive I mentioned earlier, because I discovered how much I needed it. You could say after I found some really good hentai and doujin sites, with convenient download options, and began looking up images of my favorite heroines, I went a little hog wild... ~/~ That and the hard drive kept all my private stuff separated so I wouldn't get severely uncomfortable if someone asked to use my laptop.

After I finally had my precious laptop, the whole world opened up for me. I created a specific folder and gave it an indiscriminate name. Well I certainly wasn't going to call it 'Yuuki's Otokonoko, Sex Toy and Hentai Files'.

I made...so many sub-folders in that thing. You can pretty much guess what all I put in it, but aside from hentai, I had lots of 'shopping list' folders. I found measurements and made plans on checking for the things I wanted to wear. I even planned to get things like hard drive maintenance and virus protection software, because I did run into a few things that freaked me out and I was seriously afraid my precious, brand new laptop had contracted some kind of internet herpes.