Disclaimer- I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura. Thank God. Having a character
like her would seriously disturb my peace of mind.
Author's Note- I'm changing my mind- I'm going to make this a series of little vignettes of the CCS gang...just 'Hitting Puberty.'
This is a nice topic since there's so much room to write. I'm thinking about making Madison begin menstruating...maybe Meilin getting frustrating with interfering boobs...oh yes, much, much room to expand! ^___^
Bad Hair Day
A loud buzzing sound rang through the cold dark room, disturbing the peaceful tranquility. The dark figure in the bed, motionless the moment before, was now twitching. After a few moments, Syaoran could bear the buzz no longer, and with a well-aimed swing, slapped the offending object (alarm- clock) off the table, and onto the floor, effectively stopping the buzzing.
Syaoran squeezed his eyes shut again and burrowed into the covers. His chest itched slightly, so he reached up and scratched it. Sighing contentedly, he continued scratching. And scratching. It felt so good...
Syaoran grunted happily.
As his calves also began itching, his other hand crept downward (perverts) toward his legs, where he situated himself, scratching exuberantly.
His nails scrapped against the soft, pearly dry skin, dislodging dead skin cells, the soft pads of his fingers rubbing against the rough, wiry forest of hair, creating the most delightful sensation!
...Err...rough? Wiry forest of hair?
Syaoran's eyes shot open, his hands froze in their scratching. Driven by terror, he flung aside the sheets, and sprinted toward the bathroom, clad in only his socks.
In the bathroom, he stood in shock in front of the full length mirror. What was this, this hair doing on him?
The hair was dark, long, thick and wiry.
"Hmm..." Syaoran murmured as he gazed at his reflection.
The only places untouched were his face, much to his disappointment, and his place where the sun doesn't shine. His chest, though, was heavily coated in layer upon layer of hair. Wiry hair.
Sighing, Syaoran decided to make the best of the matter- that meant no more wiryness!
Rummaging through the drawers in the bathroom, he pulled out Meilin's small fine-toothed ornamental comb. Taking it, he began at the bottom. That's what he read in a magazine once anyway...
Stroking slowly, he made his steady progress upward, discovering that, under his gentle, skillful hands, the wiry hair lost it's wiryness and became soft, and flexible as his hair.
An hour or so later, he was finished. His chest, and legs were now coated with a fine layer of smooth, soft hair. Syaoran thought he looked mighty manly, especially with his snow-white socks, which he thought, added a bit of homeliness.
Oh no, he thought as he looked now at Meilin's ornamental comb, now covered with a coat of dusty white stuff. Running it under the faucet for a moment, the white flakes fell away and Syaoran replaced the comb.
At the exact moment, he heard the creak of floorboards under feet and the yawn of his cousin headed right for the bathroom. Formulating a plan quickly, Syaoran decided for speed. He pulled open the bathroom door and streaked naked through the halls to his room. Reaching his haven, he sighed with relief and slammed the door shut.
All Meilin saw was a peachish-black streaking figure, dashing for Syaoran's room. Must be Syaoran again, she thought, he has a very manly body though, all that hair...
Chiding herself, Meilin cut off that train of thought and proceeded to the bathroom. Pulling the door open, she discovered to her horror, the entire floor of the bathroom was blanketed with white flakes. Syaoran. It was him. Just like a man. Leave the cleaning to women.
Shrieking at the top of her lungs she screamed, "Syaoran!" And stamped her foot for emphasis, the entire house trembling at her feet. (Pun intended. ^.^)
Syaoran grunted in reply, and meandered slowly in the bathrooms general direction. Finally reaching it, he grunted in greeting to his cousin, currently glaring daggers at him.
"That!" Meilin spluttered, pointing to the bathroom floor.
Syaoran grunted in reply, it always worked.
Meilin just stomped out, furious, yelling over her shoulder "You're cleaning it up!"
Syaoran grunted again.
Yelling back, just to disturb her, "All I was doing was masturbating! You can't even let a fellow masturbate in peace!"
Meilin grunted loudly from her room, and yelled back, "Next time you masturbate, clean the mess up before it dries and wrinkles up and becomes white flakes!"
Now Syaoran was seriously disturbed. He had never masturbated before...
Wonder what it's like...
Author's Note- I'm changing my mind- I'm going to make this a series of little vignettes of the CCS gang...just 'Hitting Puberty.'
This is a nice topic since there's so much room to write. I'm thinking about making Madison begin menstruating...maybe Meilin getting frustrating with interfering boobs...oh yes, much, much room to expand! ^___^
Bad Hair Day
A loud buzzing sound rang through the cold dark room, disturbing the peaceful tranquility. The dark figure in the bed, motionless the moment before, was now twitching. After a few moments, Syaoran could bear the buzz no longer, and with a well-aimed swing, slapped the offending object (alarm- clock) off the table, and onto the floor, effectively stopping the buzzing.
Syaoran squeezed his eyes shut again and burrowed into the covers. His chest itched slightly, so he reached up and scratched it. Sighing contentedly, he continued scratching. And scratching. It felt so good...
Syaoran grunted happily.
As his calves also began itching, his other hand crept downward (perverts) toward his legs, where he situated himself, scratching exuberantly.
His nails scrapped against the soft, pearly dry skin, dislodging dead skin cells, the soft pads of his fingers rubbing against the rough, wiry forest of hair, creating the most delightful sensation!
...Err...rough? Wiry forest of hair?
Syaoran's eyes shot open, his hands froze in their scratching. Driven by terror, he flung aside the sheets, and sprinted toward the bathroom, clad in only his socks.
In the bathroom, he stood in shock in front of the full length mirror. What was this, this hair doing on him?
The hair was dark, long, thick and wiry.
"Hmm..." Syaoran murmured as he gazed at his reflection.
The only places untouched were his face, much to his disappointment, and his place where the sun doesn't shine. His chest, though, was heavily coated in layer upon layer of hair. Wiry hair.
Sighing, Syaoran decided to make the best of the matter- that meant no more wiryness!
Rummaging through the drawers in the bathroom, he pulled out Meilin's small fine-toothed ornamental comb. Taking it, he began at the bottom. That's what he read in a magazine once anyway...
Stroking slowly, he made his steady progress upward, discovering that, under his gentle, skillful hands, the wiry hair lost it's wiryness and became soft, and flexible as his hair.
An hour or so later, he was finished. His chest, and legs were now coated with a fine layer of smooth, soft hair. Syaoran thought he looked mighty manly, especially with his snow-white socks, which he thought, added a bit of homeliness.
Oh no, he thought as he looked now at Meilin's ornamental comb, now covered with a coat of dusty white stuff. Running it under the faucet for a moment, the white flakes fell away and Syaoran replaced the comb.
At the exact moment, he heard the creak of floorboards under feet and the yawn of his cousin headed right for the bathroom. Formulating a plan quickly, Syaoran decided for speed. He pulled open the bathroom door and streaked naked through the halls to his room. Reaching his haven, he sighed with relief and slammed the door shut.
All Meilin saw was a peachish-black streaking figure, dashing for Syaoran's room. Must be Syaoran again, she thought, he has a very manly body though, all that hair...
Chiding herself, Meilin cut off that train of thought and proceeded to the bathroom. Pulling the door open, she discovered to her horror, the entire floor of the bathroom was blanketed with white flakes. Syaoran. It was him. Just like a man. Leave the cleaning to women.
Shrieking at the top of her lungs she screamed, "Syaoran!" And stamped her foot for emphasis, the entire house trembling at her feet. (Pun intended. ^.^)
Syaoran grunted in reply, and meandered slowly in the bathrooms general direction. Finally reaching it, he grunted in greeting to his cousin, currently glaring daggers at him.
"That!" Meilin spluttered, pointing to the bathroom floor.
Syaoran grunted in reply, it always worked.
Meilin just stomped out, furious, yelling over her shoulder "You're cleaning it up!"
Syaoran grunted again.
Yelling back, just to disturb her, "All I was doing was masturbating! You can't even let a fellow masturbate in peace!"
Meilin grunted loudly from her room, and yelled back, "Next time you masturbate, clean the mess up before it dries and wrinkles up and becomes white flakes!"
Now Syaoran was seriously disturbed. He had never masturbated before...
Wonder what it's like...