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. 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.

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