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Chapter Eight In Which Yasashiiko Gets Tips...
Miyako and Mimi woke Sora up and sat in the living-room in silence, shooting disbelieving glances at Ken. Seeing the perfect opportunity, Wormmon was eliminating the fridge bite by bite. Poromon, Yokomon and Tanemon were of great help.
"So, I presumed Koushirou might know what has happened to me…"
"Don't chew your nails, Yasashiiko! Girls don't do that!" Mimi instructed. Ken looked at his bitten uneven nails and reluctantly placed his hands by his side.
"Nobody complained before!" the girl said stubbornly.
"Don't sit crosslegged," Miyako said sternly frowing down on the short skirt and panties showing. Ken unwillingly rearranged his legs.
"It's my favourite position!" the indigo-haired mumbled.
"Ken, you want a slice of chocolate cake?" Wormmon called from the kitchen.
"MY CAKE!!!" Miyako screamed.
Ken was on the verge of refusing when a strange chocolate lust came down on him. He had never before experienced it.
"Can I have this slice, Wormmon?" the new girl asked timidly. "It's not like I have a sweet tooth..." she explained biting huge pieces of the slice under the wary scrutiny of Wormmon.
"Ken..?" Wormmon said worriedly seeing that his chocolate cake is being gobbled away.
"Hmmmm... I have never thought chocolate is so good. I'm feeling better and better," Ken mumbled with stuffed mouth.
"Ken, no!" Mimi struck her hand and Ken froze with a chocolate-covered finger in his mouth.
"What?"
"First, girls don't eat like that. It's disgusting and... and..." Mimi searched for word that wasn't 'provoking', "socially unaccepted. Second, if you keep eating chocolate you get fat and that's bad so don't. From this moment on, you're going to listen to us. Is that clear?"
Ken bent his neck in reluctant agreement hiding his face in a shadow of his hair.
"She needs a haircut," Miyako whispered loudly.
"WHAT?!"
"I have it!!!" Sora announced. She dumped a cosmetics kit on the sofa next to Ken and climbed up to sit by his side.
"What are you doing?" the indigo-haired asked suspiciously.
"We don't know how long you're gonna stay like that," Sora said matter-of-factly, "It's better if you can make the most of it. So raise you face, look up and let me apply some mascara."
"You wouldn't!..." he screamed. Too late: the girls pinned him to the back of the sofa and for the next twenty minutes were using him as a Barbie doll.
"Wow, you've got such long eyelashes..."
"Eyeshadow."
"Eyeliner. Not black, Miyako, violet!"
"Gorgeous eyes..."
"If he flips his hair to the side... the clip goes there... and here... Cool!"
"What sort of clothes you have?..."
They overhauled his sack and spread various tops that Jun had picked out, short skirts, cute stockings, panties and bras, sleeveless T-shirts, silk shorts from pyjamas... on the floor. Ken whimpered staring at them with round eyes.
"Undress," Miyako commanded.
"No!"
"Don't make me go MAD!!!" the girl shouted. "You're a girl, we are girls, what's the problem?!!!"
"Please..." Ken looked at her but he might have been looking at a girl version of the Kaiser. He stripped to the panties and patiently waited for them to dress him up.
"Priceless."
"Definitely 100 per cent..."
"I say."
Soon Ken was dressed in a cool pink tube top laced behind and a short white skirt with a wide red belt on the hips. His calves sported knee high white stockings. He was made up professionally, and his thick straight hair was thrown over one side of the face with the help of sparkling hairclips.
"I wish Hikari saw that..." Miyako said in awe.
"Walk, Ken!" Mimi commanded. Ken took a cautious step in his new high heeled red shoes.
"Beautiful..."
"Can I just please phone Koushirou?" he said hopelessly.
The girls exchanged glances.
"Fine," Mimi said. "You go ahead and clean up here and we'll be back soon."
With that they strutted away into the bathroom throwing some meaningful looks at each other. Ken surveyed clothes scattered on the floor.
"I hate being a girl.." he muttered. First, he picked up all the T-shirts and panties and silk pyjamas shorts and stuffed them back into his sack. Then, he noticed a bra missing and went to search for it. He got down on his knees and reached under the sofa where he thought he saw something pink - bitterly reflecting that all his life now had a strong pink taste to it - and tried to retrieve it. He failed to hear strange steps coming into the room.
"Uhmmm..." said an oddly familiar MALE voice. "...Hello?"
tsuzuku...
Chapter Eight In Which Yasashiiko Gets Tips...
Miyako and Mimi woke Sora up and sat in the living-room in silence, shooting disbelieving glances at Ken. Seeing the perfect opportunity, Wormmon was eliminating the fridge bite by bite. Poromon, Yokomon and Tanemon were of great help.
"So, I presumed Koushirou might know what has happened to me…"
"Don't chew your nails, Yasashiiko! Girls don't do that!" Mimi instructed. Ken looked at his bitten uneven nails and reluctantly placed his hands by his side.
"Nobody complained before!" the girl said stubbornly.
"Don't sit crosslegged," Miyako said sternly frowing down on the short skirt and panties showing. Ken unwillingly rearranged his legs.
"It's my favourite position!" the indigo-haired mumbled.
"Ken, you want a slice of chocolate cake?" Wormmon called from the kitchen.
"MY CAKE!!!" Miyako screamed.
Ken was on the verge of refusing when a strange chocolate lust came down on him. He had never before experienced it.
"Can I have this slice, Wormmon?" the new girl asked timidly. "It's not like I have a sweet tooth..." she explained biting huge pieces of the slice under the wary scrutiny of Wormmon.
"Ken..?" Wormmon said worriedly seeing that his chocolate cake is being gobbled away.
"Hmmmm... I have never thought chocolate is so good. I'm feeling better and better," Ken mumbled with stuffed mouth.
"Ken, no!" Mimi struck her hand and Ken froze with a chocolate-covered finger in his mouth.
"What?"
"First, girls don't eat like that. It's disgusting and... and..." Mimi searched for word that wasn't 'provoking', "socially unaccepted. Second, if you keep eating chocolate you get fat and that's bad so don't. From this moment on, you're going to listen to us. Is that clear?"
Ken bent his neck in reluctant agreement hiding his face in a shadow of his hair.
"She needs a haircut," Miyako whispered loudly.
"WHAT?!"
"I have it!!!" Sora announced. She dumped a cosmetics kit on the sofa next to Ken and climbed up to sit by his side.
"What are you doing?" the indigo-haired asked suspiciously.
"We don't know how long you're gonna stay like that," Sora said matter-of-factly, "It's better if you can make the most of it. So raise you face, look up and let me apply some mascara."
"You wouldn't!..." he screamed. Too late: the girls pinned him to the back of the sofa and for the next twenty minutes were using him as a Barbie doll.
"Wow, you've got such long eyelashes..."
"Eyeshadow."
"Eyeliner. Not black, Miyako, violet!"
"Gorgeous eyes..."
"If he flips his hair to the side... the clip goes there... and here... Cool!"
"What sort of clothes you have?..."
They overhauled his sack and spread various tops that Jun had picked out, short skirts, cute stockings, panties and bras, sleeveless T-shirts, silk shorts from pyjamas... on the floor. Ken whimpered staring at them with round eyes.
"Undress," Miyako commanded.
"No!"
"Don't make me go MAD!!!" the girl shouted. "You're a girl, we are girls, what's the problem?!!!"
"Please..." Ken looked at her but he might have been looking at a girl version of the Kaiser. He stripped to the panties and patiently waited for them to dress him up.
"Priceless."
"Definitely 100 per cent..."
"I say."
Soon Ken was dressed in a cool pink tube top laced behind and a short white skirt with a wide red belt on the hips. His calves sported knee high white stockings. He was made up professionally, and his thick straight hair was thrown over one side of the face with the help of sparkling hairclips.
"I wish Hikari saw that..." Miyako said in awe.
"Walk, Ken!" Mimi commanded. Ken took a cautious step in his new high heeled red shoes.
"Beautiful..."
"Can I just please phone Koushirou?" he said hopelessly.
The girls exchanged glances.
"Fine," Mimi said. "You go ahead and clean up here and we'll be back soon."
With that they strutted away into the bathroom throwing some meaningful looks at each other. Ken surveyed clothes scattered on the floor.
"I hate being a girl.." he muttered. First, he picked up all the T-shirts and panties and silk pyjamas shorts and stuffed them back into his sack. Then, he noticed a bra missing and went to search for it. He got down on his knees and reached under the sofa where he thought he saw something pink - bitterly reflecting that all his life now had a strong pink taste to it - and tried to retrieve it. He failed to hear strange steps coming into the room.
"Uhmmm..." said an oddly familiar MALE voice. "...Hello?"
tsuzuku...