Syaoron sighed heavily, sagging against his closet as soon as Tomoyo closed the door behind her.
"This is so tiring!"
"I'm sure you'll get used to it," Tomoyo said sweetly, moving towards her desk purposely, "as long as you stop nearly going into the men's restroom every single time, that is."
He glowered at her, "I couldn't practise everything before coming here."
"Oh, you practised?" She turned around with sparkling eyes, measuring tape in her hands.
Syaoron blushed, looking away, "some things need a little practice, yes."
"I see!" She laughed that creepy laugh of hers, and gestured at his clothes. "I want to take your sizes, Syaoron. I have enough fabric to make you a simple dress tonight, so we can go shopping this weekend for the other essentials."
He looked at her warily, "other essentials?"
"You'll need more bras, more dresses, more skirts and more cute tops! And I would prefer some more panties too!"
"It's bothersome."
"You'll get used to it. Now take off all but your bra and panties!"
"Why?" He scooted away, "can't you measure it over my uniform?"
"Of course not, silly. This will be perfect fitting!" She hesitated, "although, I guess I should be promoting the thought of staying in a skirt as long as possible."
"I'll take it off!" He snapped, "but let me change to my boxers first!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Your boxers are wide, and you won't wear them during the day. I need you as you are during the day."
"B-but... It's embarrassing!"
"In that case, let's get on underwear basis with each other permanently," she giggled creepily.
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"It means that we are going to be roommates for a while, and it'll be bothersome if we constantly have to turn away if one is changing. Let's get comfortable with being around each other in our underwear."
"You mean you're going to strip down to your underwear too?" He gulped heavily, trying to keep the image of that pale skin of the girl before him out of his mind.
"It's more than likely you'll see me in my underwear at some point, so better we get used to it soon so it won't be as awkward later."
She did have a point there. He had no idea why he would see her in her underwear under normal circumstances, but it must be hard for her as well to be as open to him as towards a girl, while knowing he's a guy.
"O-okay." He gulped again, and started unbuttoning his vest.
"I'll change to something easier now too, then," she smiled at him reassuringly, but as he watched her hands go up at her buttons he noticed she was also hesitating slightly.
Remaining opposite of each other in just bras and panties was probably the most awkward thing Syaoron had done in his life so far. He never felt this self-conscious before, not even the day before, going into public in a skirt for the first time.
"Are you sure you're not missing something?" Tomoyo asked after a minute.
"Quit staring at weird places!" Syaoron quickly moved his hands to cover his crotch. "It's tucked away, okay?"
"But it looks just like a girl's!"
"Like I said, some things take a little practice," he turned away, "are you going to keep staring or can I change to something more comfortable?"
"No, I was going to take your measurements!" She rushed towards him, hesitating just a moment before touching his skin, nearly hugging him to pull the tape around his waist.
He turned his head to the side completely, blushing like mad. Good thing this was way too awkward for other problems to arise.
Her pale form trembled slightly as she took measurements all over his body, probably shivering from cold as much as embarrassment. She scribbled down the sizes hastily.
"I... I don't mind making you some pants too, but..." She hid her hands in her face. "I'd need to take your inner leg measurements."
"Inner leg?"
"From... well, the inside of your leg, from top to floor."
"Making me wear this is bad enough," he snapped quickly, "you stay away from my stuff, understood?"
"Understood," she replied hastily, "in that case I've got all I need. You can put on a shirt or something."
"Actually," he looked down, "there are more pressing matters than that. W-would you mind turning around for a bit?"
"I-I see!" She laughed awkwardly, spinning around to face her desk, "I'll just wait until you're done."
Checking one more time if she really wasn't looking, he quickly got rid of the horrible panties, cringing as he eased off the tape he used to keep everything in place during the day. He couldn't stop his sigh in relief when everything dropped back where it belonged. Checking Tomoyo's back once more he slipped into his boxers.
"I'm done," he hesitated, "say... How do I get these off?"
Tomoyo looked around with wide surprised eyes, and giggled at the sight of him in his dark green boxers and lacy baby-blue bra. He gave her a glare, but she walked over to snap open the bra with ease.
"I'll teach you how to put it on by yourself next time," she promised, "but for now, we should take things step by step, don't you think?"
"Yes, we should," he agreed whole-heartedly.
As Tomoyo pulled a simple dress over her head, he grabbed his shirt from his closet. He supposed he should be happy with Tomoyo knowing. Things were a lot easier now he could walk around normally in his room. Less painful too, as this was the first day he'd spent the entire day tucked in. Around the last classes it had started to become rather uncomfortable. He had almost decided to go to the bathroom and take the tape off, but he was certain fate would come to bite him in the ass and make him topple over or his skirt fly up, and he couldn't afford people noticing an unnatural bulge in Miss Li's panties.
Well, at least even Tomoyo had been impressed with how much it looked like a girl's crotch, so he didn't need to be afraid of peeking people finding out anymore.
He trailed his hand through his hair, removing the headband with the half wig. "He's in love with Sakura."
Tomoyo had just settled behind a sewing machine she had extracted from underneath her desk, and whirled around shocked. She had to do a double take with his hair suddenly short.
"Sakura?"
"Don't you see the way he looks at her?"
"All guys look at her like that," Tomoyo brushed it off, "she's very pretty, and naturally very popular too. But she's also the most clueless of all girls around. He's going to have a tough one with her."
"Really? I'm going to tell him that, hopefully he gives up already."
"Give up?" Tomoyo gave him a disapproving look. "He needs to work hard for that girl, and she's so going to be worth it!"
"I'll make him give up," he pouted.
"You're such a jealous brat, you know that?"
"Who, me?" Syaoron was surprised. Why did she say that?
"Yes, you. You can't stand your brother having someone else but you."
"We've had friends all the time," he scoffed.
"Friends to share, no doubt?"
"Yes, so?"
"And now he boldly falls in love with a girl who isn't you...?" She gave him a teasing look over her shoulder.
"I don't need my twin brother to fall in love with me," he sputtered indignantly, "he just shouldn't suddenly ignore me for some girl! He left without even telling me!"
"I suppose that was a rather stupid move of him," Tomoyo admitted, "but you are being awfully possessive."
"You don't know anything," he spat, stomping to the bed and climbing in, intent on reading a book and ignore Tomoyo for the time being.
The soft snipping through fabric worked on his nerves though, and he had trouble concentrating on his book.
"I suppose I don't," Tomoyo finally said, after at least ten minutes.
"Huh?"
"I've never had a brother or sister. All I have is Sakura, and she's likely to be taken away from me one of these days when a guy confesses to her."
"Don't people confess to her all the time, if she's so popular?"
"Only the really bold dare to, and she's not much into the cocky type of guy. But either a shy one soon dares to make his move, or one of the bold ones piques her interest. Either way, she's slowly starting to get interested in guys too."
Syaoron was silent for a moment, and jumped when the sewing machine blared to life.
"But you've got Himawari as well, right? And surely you have other friends."
"Nobody is like Sakura. Sakura is the best!" Tomoyo giggled to herself.
"Then, make sure to help me take care it's not my brother stealing her from you!"
"If he doesn't, someone else will. And it works the other way around too. If it isn't Sakura, he'll find another girl!"
Syaoron frowned, "you really think so? We've always been together though, I can't imagine he would ditch me like that."
"You should start looking for a girl too," Tomoyo sounded scarily off-handed.
"That's sure going to work out just fine as long as I'm wearing 'cute dresses'," he rolled his eyes, "just let me get my brother back home and I'll be satisfied, okay?"
"As you wish."
It didn't take Syaoron quite as long to fall in an exhausted sleep, even through his doubts and the roaring sewing machine.
...
"Syaoron, you need to try the dress first before putting on your uniform!"
Syaoron froze, not having expected Tomoyo to jump up at this very moment. "Uhm... yes, in a moment."
"Hurry up! We only got fifteen minutes before breakfast, I need to make sure the size is correct!"
"I'll be there in a sec," he muttered, feeling very – very – vulnerable with his panties halfway his thighs and his fingers fondling to get everything in place with just one lousy cover between him and Tomoyo's impatient eyes.
"Just get up already," she told him, "I thought we agreed you'd do as I say?"
"In a minute," he hissed. His hand shot out to grab the tape next to his cushion, biting his lip nervously now.
"What are you doing?!"
"That's none of you business," he shrieked.
"You're not actually masturbating in the bed above mine, are you?" Disgust leaked into her voice.
"Of course not! Hell, have some patience, you freak!"
The giggle was unexpected, and he pulled his tight panties up angrily. "You call me the freak? I dare say, Syaoron, you should really watch your tongue."
"And you should keep your nose out of my private business."
She sniffed haughtily as he started descending the small stairs of his bunk bed. "I surely will keep my nose out of that. You could have just said you were changing underwear."
"You don't need to know," he hissed, putting his headband with the half wig on his head.
"What if I were really interested in how you're doing it?"
"Not. Your. Business!"
She giggled at his face, "ok, ok. It's not like I wanted to see you naked anyway. This is far enough skin and muscles, thank you. Now, take this bra."
He took it from her grumbling, holding it up with a glare to pierce the lacy horror.
"Now hold the cups on your back, and close the hooks on your front."
Not deigning her an answer he did as he was told.
"Now turn it and put your arms through the straps, and done! Easy as that." She waited just long enough for him to finish putting on the baby-blue lacy horror before flashing him a flowing white dress with forest green ruffles. "Now wear this!"
Syaoron pouted. "Do I really have to?"
"Yes, you do. Come on, we haven't got all day."
He took the dress from her begrudgingly, slipping into it. He scowled even harder while he zipped it up on his side. He felt ridiculous already, with all the green frills and the short sleeves and the elastic middle designed to make the skirt flare out at his hips – hiding his straight figure. He was sure the dress could have been a few inches longer as well.
Tomoyo on the other hand, seemed to be excruciatingly happy.
"You look so cute!" She squealed.
"I probably look like some drag queen," he muttered.
"Not at all! You really look like a cute girl! Wait, let me show you!" He blinked in confusion, reacting just too late when Tomoyo whipped out a camera. She managed to snap three pictures before he screamed in terror and hid behind the closet.
"And you can sound sooo in character," she squealed happily, "I'll make you a perfect girl in no time, Syaoron. You want to see the pictures?"
"No!"
"I just need to add a bow on the back," she muttered, "you can take it off now. You should hurry and get into your uniform. Ah, I'll make you a dark blue dress next!"
"A bow?" He asked defeated, "please, no bow?"
"The bow will look adorable on you, and it will make your ass look more perky and feminine. Also, Sakura looks absolutely gorgeous with bows!"
"S-Sakura...?"
"I made her a matching one," Tomoyo grinned broadly, holding up another white dress with pink frills instead of green.