Boku-tachi/Atashi-tachi
Harro everyone. Up coming will be 7 mini-chapters about the preparation before the actual move in to the girl's dormitory, and it will explain a little bit more. The length of the chapters will range from short to super- short, so they won't nearly be as long as the other chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, that's all. Damn, I'm getting witless on these disclaimers.
Prelude - Chapter 0.2: Seven Days (Day 1/A Girl's Body)
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"Let's get ready." Rumiko said, walking over to the opposite side of the room from where the door is, and opened another door that hasn't been opened before. "We'll get you set up."
Yamato took a small step, then stopped. "I have a favour to ask you."
Rumiko sighed, from being once again stopped from starting. "What is it?"
"I hope that you could give my father a job. He works in a TV station, but was fired only beca-"
Rumiko cut him off by signalling it by holding out her hand like a traffic officer would, she used her other hand to snap her fingers.
"Kei!"
A young man, looking only around the age of 20, with very light brown hair, almost like if it was dyed, and with quite a handsomely gentle face turned on the laptop that was on the table, and typed very quickly into it.
"Ready." Kei responded.
"Last name, Ishida, District, Odaiba, report work status." She ordered firmly.
Kei's fingers quickly pressed into various keys of the keyboard, but only made a light tapping sound on the laptop keyboard.
"A superior worker, skilful and hard working. Familiar with procedures and able to arrange in excellence. Dismissal code SG." Kei recited from the computer screen.
Rumiko sucked her lips in a little, and bit slightly. "Alright. We'll take him. Anyone else with anymore requests?"
Silence.
Koushiro took a step out so that he stands beside Yamato.
"I....."
He looks at the ground, the ceiling, the walls, Kei, who stares back at him, Rumiko, everywhere.
"Want the End of Evangelion DVD set."
Takeru jumped out instantaneously. "And I want Karekano!"
Rumiko turned speechless, her eyes looking up, which clearly reflects "Oh my god.".
"Kei, contact Gainax."
"I'll be on it."
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"Wait here." Kei said, going into a room after leading the boys into a plain looking, but large resting room.
Each of them helped themselves to a chair around the table.
"This place sure is big." Taichi observed.
Koushiro shook his head against that remark. "Usually, most rooms like these in television stations are of about at least some size like this, but it's hard to believe they would let us be in one, that means they're spending relative budget on this project."
Ken nodded to Koushiro's prediction. "I guessed about the same, but I based my guess upon the one hundred fifty million yen prize money."
"I had no idea it was this big of a deal, maybe I should be a bit more serious about this." Takeru frowned, his head resting on his arm.
Ken smiled a little. "Even though I knew, I couldn't possibly prepare myself for such a thing."
Yamato closed his eyes. "That makes all of us." "Oi." Kei said to himself as he came back into the room with a ridiculously large amount of clothes, each set sealed in a clear plastic wrap, which he put all on the table.
Carefully, he picked up a package of the clothes, and analyzed it carefully, then handed it to Yamato. "This one is.....yours." And he did the same for everyone else.
Kei pointed towards the door behind him. "Go through that door in the middle, you'll find five dressing rooms, go in and change, I'll meet you in the photo studio which is through the other exit from the main dressing room.
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Gulp.
Opening of different doors.
Closing doors at different times.
Plastic wrap sounds.
Sounds of clothes falling onto the ground.
//[Taichi] Wow, these clothes are pretty cool.
//[Koushiro] Woah, they're dressing me up like a goth. Not that this looks bad.
//[Ken] This set of clothing is completely asymmetrical! .....But it makes strangely good taste.
//[Takeru] This shirt and pants are too big, it makes me look.....hmm. Pretty cute.
//[Yamato] This feels too skimpy.
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"Everyone ready?" Kei asked, standing behind the photographer.
"Wait, wait, what's this about?" Taichi shouted, as he felt he needed due to this distance between him and Kei, but caused a rather large echo.
"Oh, yeah. Anyway, we're going to take a bunch of pictures of you, and then we're going to sell them once we broadcast the show as limited edition photo collections." Kei explained.
"And who made you in charge?" Ken questioned offensively.
"Didn't Rumiko-sama tell you that I'm the supervisor of this project?"
Shaking heads.
"Oh. Well, I am. Oh yeah, I'm Makimura Kei, nice to meet you all."
Sweatdrop.
"Anyway, let's go." Kei clapped his hands twice, noting for them to get ready.
Click.
Yamato, his hands in his pockets, looking away from the camera coolly.
Click.
Koushiro, simply standing there without much pose, his outer lip sticking out a little, seemingly to pout.
Click.
Ken, tilting his head slightly at an angle, a hand resting by his legs, and another, stretched out slightly diagonally downwards.
Click.
Takeru, both his hands touching the back of neck, his elbows pointing skywards, and his eyes also seem to look up.
Click.
Taichi, one of his eyes closed, winking, one hand in his pocket, the other in front of him, doing a V sign.
"All of you together."
Click.
"Oh.....um....." Kei was going to say something, but was lost in his own train of thought.
"Oh, right, Taichi?"
"What?" Taichi asked back, slightly curious at what Kei will ask.
"Do you mind if Yamato puts his hand in your shirt?"
Face fault.
"Whaaaaaat?"
Kei scratches his head through his thick hair. "Oh, um, don't mind me. I was just thinking of making a photo collection with photos like that, then selling it on eBay once you get popular and all, and making lots of money, but never mind that."
Sweatdrop.
"Do take a break."
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"Oh, I didn't know just posing would be so tiring." Takeru stretched, then rested his head on the table.
"Thank god I'm not modelling." Yamato said, relieved.
"I thought that was pretty fun, though." Taichi recalled.
The door quickly opened, and Kei went through the doorway, then closed the door.
"Hey, what do you guys want to drink?" he asked nicely.
"I'll have Coke."
"Orange juice."
"Coke for me too."
"I'll take a Sprite."
"Water is fine."
Kei nodded to each of the responses, then went through the doorway again.
"He seems pretty nice now, although he was nice back then too." Ken complimented.
Koushiro smiled. "Unlike Rumiko, I'm glad that we're working with such a nice person."
"That Rumiko has such a cold attitude." Taichi grumbled.
The door opened again, this time slowly. Both of Kei's arms holding drinks, two of which could be spilled due to the fact that they are in cups, not cans, can justify that.
He carefully placed one by one on to the table, then sat down onto an empty chair. "Here you go."
Grab.
"You're such a nice person, Kei." Takeru said while slowly sipping his orange juice.
"Nah. I'm just doing my job the easiest way it can be done." Kei replied, slightly smiling at the compliment given to him.
"At least you're nicer than Rumiko." Taichi pulls the tab up.
"Haha, Rumiko-sama is actually pretty nice. It's just that you need to know her first." Kei laughs.
"I don't know how you stand that woman." Taichi mumbles as he drinks.
"Oh, Kei-san, when will the show broadcast?" Koushiro asked excitedly.
"A year later?"
"Well. Yeah. Wouldn't people know of your identity if they saw the show?" Kei looked like he bit his fingernail, but did not, since he only placed it between his teeth.
All the boys nodded at the same time, seemingly to never have discovered this point.
"Are we going to be okay in the school? I mean, we're just alone, and people don't know about us....." Ken said with a concerned voice.
"It's okay. The principal allowed us to let you in, so there should be no problems with the registrations, and we'll contact you by codec if you have problems."
"Codec? Did you steal that name from Metal Gear Solid's codec transmitter?" Koushiro raised his eyebrow.
Kei coughed. "Yes we did."
"Anyway, break time is over. We'll start doing some treatments." Kei opened his folder that he took out of hammerspace.
"You're going first, Taichi." Kei said as his eyes stuck to the contents of the folder. "It's the door to your left."
Startled, Taichi stood up suddenly. "Wait! Why me first?!"
"Because I like doing things counter alphabetically according to last name."
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"So.....what's to be done here?" Taichi looked around in the small room, then to the lady.
"Just lie down on the bed." The woman instructed.
Taichi did as told. Cuffs came from under the bed and locked him in place.
"What is this?! Help!" Taichi screamed.
"Don't worry." The lady said while opening the cupboard, and taking some paper looking things and a little container. "I'm just going to wax away most of your body hair."
Taichi's pupils dilated.
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"Ahhhhhhhhhh! I'll fucking kill you fucking asshats!"
Gulps.
"What's happening to him? How come we can hear his scream from so far away?" Yamato asked, worried about his own safety.
"Don't worry. It's nothing." Kei said casually. "I think he's about done."
Squeak squeak.
"Kei-san.....I don't mean to be suspicious....." Koushiro queried. "But is there a particular reason that Taichi is coming out in a wheelchair?"
"It hurts. It fucking hurrrrrrrts." Taichi complained without changing his expression.
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"Alright. Now that we're all in wheelchairs....." Kei announced. "You can go to the next station. It's to your right, we have enough helpers to all do this at once, so you can go at the same time."
Nod.
Pushes to the wheel.
Squeak.
"You're just going to take a few needles, they're perfectly safe." The nurse assured.
Poke. Inject. Take out.
"What's this needle?" Ken asked in curiosity.
"Oh, it's just somethings to prevent body hair growth."
"Oh." Ken nodded, seeing as that not being a really bad thing.
Poke. Inject. Take out.
"And what's this one for?" Ken eagerly asked.
"Oh, that's to make your body change 30% of its testosterone into estrogen."
"WHAAAAAT?!"
"Don't worry. There won't be any major change, you'll be a little shorter, your hips a bit wider, your waist a bit slimmer." The nurse explained as she took another needle out. "We'll change it back once it's over."
Poke. Inject. Take out.
Ken wrinkled his forehead, unsure if he will be able to take the blow of knowing what that was.
Ken gathered his courage and asked. "And that is.....?"
"Prevention of Hepatitis B."
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Koushiro looked strangely at the lady, squeezing his thighs so that some parts of his fat and muscles are gathered between her fingers, then she releases and repeats.
"What's that supposed to do?"
The lady looks at Koushiro. "Well, it's supposed to get rid of fat. And since I'm a professional, if I know how to do it, I could shape the muscles minorly, so I'm making you a bit slimmer, and making some parts of your body a bit feminine."
"Is it supposed to hurt like that?" Koushiro pointed his finger at her squeezing hands.
"Well, yes, dear, since I'm clearly squeezing your muscles." The lady laughed. "Is it making you feel uncomfortable?"
"A bit." Koushiro grieved. "But nothing will make me feel more uncomfortable than being in nothing but my boxers right now."
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Takeru, with his top off, didn't understand at all why his top was off, mostly because nothing was done.
The lady put a measuring tape around his chest area, mumbled something, then went back to the closet, flipping through articles of something that Takeru couldn't see.
Takeru sighed and waited.
"Okay." The lady said, after busily fixing something at the counter. "Let's see if this fits you. Lift up your hands."
Takeru did as told.
She put a bra on him.
Takeru froze.
The lady moved to the side, then to the front, seeing how it looked on him.
"It seems to fit pretty well. Oh, and there are fake breasts clipped on the bra, you simply take them, and clip them as you see onto the side. If you want to change bras, you can easily take out the clipping, and place the fake breasts in another bra, and clip them. Don't worry, although the fake breasts feel pretty real, they're light, so they won't weigh down your bra." The nurse explained, gesturing with her hands in the examples.
Takeru kept being frozen, but his face is much redder than before.
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Yamato looked pissed, as if he was played a joke on. Which wouldn't be hard to believe, since all he has on is a bra and boxers.
The lady took a measuring tape, and measured his breasts. She carefully took the measuring number, walked to the counter, and wrote it down. She repeated for his waist and hips.
She then took the sheet and recited it. "34/26/33. My, you're well endowed."
Yamato was speechless.
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"So." Kei looked at the status of the boys.
Sitting in wheelchairs, check.
In bras, check.
Reasonably more feminine body. Half-check.
"I think we'll rest for today."
The boys let out a sigh of relief.
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I know. I know that I said that this chapter will be shorter, but somehow, that's not the case. I think the next few chapters will, however. But don't trust me totally on that.
Anyway, please review, if you don't, I'll be discouraged, and will discontinue writing. I'm serious, so please review. Also, don't hesitate to review again if you already have. =)
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Next time:
Prelude - Chapter 0.3: Seven days (Day 2/Angelic expression)
The boys go and get their faces prettied.
"Damn, you're really cute."
Harro everyone. Up coming will be 7 mini-chapters about the preparation before the actual move in to the girl's dormitory, and it will explain a little bit more. The length of the chapters will range from short to super- short, so they won't nearly be as long as the other chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, that's all. Damn, I'm getting witless on these disclaimers.
Prelude - Chapter 0.2: Seven Days (Day 1/A Girl's Body)
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"Let's get ready." Rumiko said, walking over to the opposite side of the room from where the door is, and opened another door that hasn't been opened before. "We'll get you set up."
Yamato took a small step, then stopped. "I have a favour to ask you."
Rumiko sighed, from being once again stopped from starting. "What is it?"
"I hope that you could give my father a job. He works in a TV station, but was fired only beca-"
Rumiko cut him off by signalling it by holding out her hand like a traffic officer would, she used her other hand to snap her fingers.
"Kei!"
A young man, looking only around the age of 20, with very light brown hair, almost like if it was dyed, and with quite a handsomely gentle face turned on the laptop that was on the table, and typed very quickly into it.
"Ready." Kei responded.
"Last name, Ishida, District, Odaiba, report work status." She ordered firmly.
Kei's fingers quickly pressed into various keys of the keyboard, but only made a light tapping sound on the laptop keyboard.
"A superior worker, skilful and hard working. Familiar with procedures and able to arrange in excellence. Dismissal code SG." Kei recited from the computer screen.
Rumiko sucked her lips in a little, and bit slightly. "Alright. We'll take him. Anyone else with anymore requests?"
Silence.
Koushiro took a step out so that he stands beside Yamato.
"I....."
He looks at the ground, the ceiling, the walls, Kei, who stares back at him, Rumiko, everywhere.
"Want the End of Evangelion DVD set."
Takeru jumped out instantaneously. "And I want Karekano!"
Rumiko turned speechless, her eyes looking up, which clearly reflects "Oh my god.".
"Kei, contact Gainax."
"I'll be on it."
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"Wait here." Kei said, going into a room after leading the boys into a plain looking, but large resting room.
Each of them helped themselves to a chair around the table.
"This place sure is big." Taichi observed.
Koushiro shook his head against that remark. "Usually, most rooms like these in television stations are of about at least some size like this, but it's hard to believe they would let us be in one, that means they're spending relative budget on this project."
Ken nodded to Koushiro's prediction. "I guessed about the same, but I based my guess upon the one hundred fifty million yen prize money."
"I had no idea it was this big of a deal, maybe I should be a bit more serious about this." Takeru frowned, his head resting on his arm.
Ken smiled a little. "Even though I knew, I couldn't possibly prepare myself for such a thing."
Yamato closed his eyes. "That makes all of us." "Oi." Kei said to himself as he came back into the room with a ridiculously large amount of clothes, each set sealed in a clear plastic wrap, which he put all on the table.
Carefully, he picked up a package of the clothes, and analyzed it carefully, then handed it to Yamato. "This one is.....yours." And he did the same for everyone else.
Kei pointed towards the door behind him. "Go through that door in the middle, you'll find five dressing rooms, go in and change, I'll meet you in the photo studio which is through the other exit from the main dressing room.
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Gulp.
Opening of different doors.
Closing doors at different times.
Plastic wrap sounds.
Sounds of clothes falling onto the ground.
//[Taichi] Wow, these clothes are pretty cool.
//[Koushiro] Woah, they're dressing me up like a goth. Not that this looks bad.
//[Ken] This set of clothing is completely asymmetrical! .....But it makes strangely good taste.
//[Takeru] This shirt and pants are too big, it makes me look.....hmm. Pretty cute.
//[Yamato] This feels too skimpy.
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"Everyone ready?" Kei asked, standing behind the photographer.
"Wait, wait, what's this about?" Taichi shouted, as he felt he needed due to this distance between him and Kei, but caused a rather large echo.
"Oh, yeah. Anyway, we're going to take a bunch of pictures of you, and then we're going to sell them once we broadcast the show as limited edition photo collections." Kei explained.
"And who made you in charge?" Ken questioned offensively.
"Didn't Rumiko-sama tell you that I'm the supervisor of this project?"
Shaking heads.
"Oh. Well, I am. Oh yeah, I'm Makimura Kei, nice to meet you all."
Sweatdrop.
"Anyway, let's go." Kei clapped his hands twice, noting for them to get ready.
Click.
Yamato, his hands in his pockets, looking away from the camera coolly.
Click.
Koushiro, simply standing there without much pose, his outer lip sticking out a little, seemingly to pout.
Click.
Ken, tilting his head slightly at an angle, a hand resting by his legs, and another, stretched out slightly diagonally downwards.
Click.
Takeru, both his hands touching the back of neck, his elbows pointing skywards, and his eyes also seem to look up.
Click.
Taichi, one of his eyes closed, winking, one hand in his pocket, the other in front of him, doing a V sign.
"All of you together."
Click.
"Oh.....um....." Kei was going to say something, but was lost in his own train of thought.
"Oh, right, Taichi?"
"What?" Taichi asked back, slightly curious at what Kei will ask.
"Do you mind if Yamato puts his hand in your shirt?"
Face fault.
"Whaaaaaat?"
Kei scratches his head through his thick hair. "Oh, um, don't mind me. I was just thinking of making a photo collection with photos like that, then selling it on eBay once you get popular and all, and making lots of money, but never mind that."
Sweatdrop.
"Do take a break."
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"Oh, I didn't know just posing would be so tiring." Takeru stretched, then rested his head on the table.
"Thank god I'm not modelling." Yamato said, relieved.
"I thought that was pretty fun, though." Taichi recalled.
The door quickly opened, and Kei went through the doorway, then closed the door.
"Hey, what do you guys want to drink?" he asked nicely.
"I'll have Coke."
"Orange juice."
"Coke for me too."
"I'll take a Sprite."
"Water is fine."
Kei nodded to each of the responses, then went through the doorway again.
"He seems pretty nice now, although he was nice back then too." Ken complimented.
Koushiro smiled. "Unlike Rumiko, I'm glad that we're working with such a nice person."
"That Rumiko has such a cold attitude." Taichi grumbled.
The door opened again, this time slowly. Both of Kei's arms holding drinks, two of which could be spilled due to the fact that they are in cups, not cans, can justify that.
He carefully placed one by one on to the table, then sat down onto an empty chair. "Here you go."
Grab.
"You're such a nice person, Kei." Takeru said while slowly sipping his orange juice.
"Nah. I'm just doing my job the easiest way it can be done." Kei replied, slightly smiling at the compliment given to him.
"At least you're nicer than Rumiko." Taichi pulls the tab up.
"Haha, Rumiko-sama is actually pretty nice. It's just that you need to know her first." Kei laughs.
"I don't know how you stand that woman." Taichi mumbles as he drinks.
"Oh, Kei-san, when will the show broadcast?" Koushiro asked excitedly.
"A year later?"
"Well. Yeah. Wouldn't people know of your identity if they saw the show?" Kei looked like he bit his fingernail, but did not, since he only placed it between his teeth.
All the boys nodded at the same time, seemingly to never have discovered this point.
"Are we going to be okay in the school? I mean, we're just alone, and people don't know about us....." Ken said with a concerned voice.
"It's okay. The principal allowed us to let you in, so there should be no problems with the registrations, and we'll contact you by codec if you have problems."
"Codec? Did you steal that name from Metal Gear Solid's codec transmitter?" Koushiro raised his eyebrow.
Kei coughed. "Yes we did."
"Anyway, break time is over. We'll start doing some treatments." Kei opened his folder that he took out of hammerspace.
"You're going first, Taichi." Kei said as his eyes stuck to the contents of the folder. "It's the door to your left."
Startled, Taichi stood up suddenly. "Wait! Why me first?!"
"Because I like doing things counter alphabetically according to last name."
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"So.....what's to be done here?" Taichi looked around in the small room, then to the lady.
"Just lie down on the bed." The woman instructed.
Taichi did as told. Cuffs came from under the bed and locked him in place.
"What is this?! Help!" Taichi screamed.
"Don't worry." The lady said while opening the cupboard, and taking some paper looking things and a little container. "I'm just going to wax away most of your body hair."
Taichi's pupils dilated.
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"Ahhhhhhhhhh! I'll fucking kill you fucking asshats!"
Gulps.
"What's happening to him? How come we can hear his scream from so far away?" Yamato asked, worried about his own safety.
"Don't worry. It's nothing." Kei said casually. "I think he's about done."
Squeak squeak.
"Kei-san.....I don't mean to be suspicious....." Koushiro queried. "But is there a particular reason that Taichi is coming out in a wheelchair?"
"It hurts. It fucking hurrrrrrrts." Taichi complained without changing his expression.
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"Alright. Now that we're all in wheelchairs....." Kei announced. "You can go to the next station. It's to your right, we have enough helpers to all do this at once, so you can go at the same time."
Nod.
Pushes to the wheel.
Squeak.
"You're just going to take a few needles, they're perfectly safe." The nurse assured.
Poke. Inject. Take out.
"What's this needle?" Ken asked in curiosity.
"Oh, it's just somethings to prevent body hair growth."
"Oh." Ken nodded, seeing as that not being a really bad thing.
Poke. Inject. Take out.
"And what's this one for?" Ken eagerly asked.
"Oh, that's to make your body change 30% of its testosterone into estrogen."
"WHAAAAAT?!"
"Don't worry. There won't be any major change, you'll be a little shorter, your hips a bit wider, your waist a bit slimmer." The nurse explained as she took another needle out. "We'll change it back once it's over."
Poke. Inject. Take out.
Ken wrinkled his forehead, unsure if he will be able to take the blow of knowing what that was.
Ken gathered his courage and asked. "And that is.....?"
"Prevention of Hepatitis B."
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Koushiro looked strangely at the lady, squeezing his thighs so that some parts of his fat and muscles are gathered between her fingers, then she releases and repeats.
"What's that supposed to do?"
The lady looks at Koushiro. "Well, it's supposed to get rid of fat. And since I'm a professional, if I know how to do it, I could shape the muscles minorly, so I'm making you a bit slimmer, and making some parts of your body a bit feminine."
"Is it supposed to hurt like that?" Koushiro pointed his finger at her squeezing hands.
"Well, yes, dear, since I'm clearly squeezing your muscles." The lady laughed. "Is it making you feel uncomfortable?"
"A bit." Koushiro grieved. "But nothing will make me feel more uncomfortable than being in nothing but my boxers right now."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------
Takeru, with his top off, didn't understand at all why his top was off, mostly because nothing was done.
The lady put a measuring tape around his chest area, mumbled something, then went back to the closet, flipping through articles of something that Takeru couldn't see.
Takeru sighed and waited.
"Okay." The lady said, after busily fixing something at the counter. "Let's see if this fits you. Lift up your hands."
Takeru did as told.
She put a bra on him.
Takeru froze.
The lady moved to the side, then to the front, seeing how it looked on him.
"It seems to fit pretty well. Oh, and there are fake breasts clipped on the bra, you simply take them, and clip them as you see onto the side. If you want to change bras, you can easily take out the clipping, and place the fake breasts in another bra, and clip them. Don't worry, although the fake breasts feel pretty real, they're light, so they won't weigh down your bra." The nurse explained, gesturing with her hands in the examples.
Takeru kept being frozen, but his face is much redder than before.
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Yamato looked pissed, as if he was played a joke on. Which wouldn't be hard to believe, since all he has on is a bra and boxers.
The lady took a measuring tape, and measured his breasts. She carefully took the measuring number, walked to the counter, and wrote it down. She repeated for his waist and hips.
She then took the sheet and recited it. "34/26/33. My, you're well endowed."
Yamato was speechless.
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"So." Kei looked at the status of the boys.
Sitting in wheelchairs, check.
In bras, check.
Reasonably more feminine body. Half-check.
"I think we'll rest for today."
The boys let out a sigh of relief.
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I know. I know that I said that this chapter will be shorter, but somehow, that's not the case. I think the next few chapters will, however. But don't trust me totally on that.
Anyway, please review, if you don't, I'll be discouraged, and will discontinue writing. I'm serious, so please review. Also, don't hesitate to review again if you already have. =)
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Next time:
Prelude - Chapter 0.3: Seven days (Day 2/Angelic expression)
The boys go and get their faces prettied.
"Damn, you're really cute."