This work of fiction is based from You're my Love Price in Viewfinder by Yamane Ayano.

For your entertainment and mine.

~ Heien Jie

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Yamane Ayano


Chapter 9

~x~

Akihito felt extremely bored after being cooped up in the penthouse for almost a week. The weather cleared up within four days but Asami forbid him to go out saying the roads were not yet cleared of debris. At first Akihito agreed to stay home but the idleness was killing him. He talked to Asami about it but the man forbid him to go outside. They argued about it but in the end Akihito had to give up. The older man warned him that if he continued to push the matter he will be fucked senseless until he wouldn't be able to feel his legs. Akihito shuddered. He knew Asami wouldn't think twice before acting on his words.

But that was three days ago. Now that Akihito thought about it, perhaps it was alright to go out now. To hell with the old man's order. He is not going to spend the rest of the day in the penthouse anymore. He is not going to mooch off Asami. He has to earn his keep and should at least be able to provide food on the table. He did promise the man before that he would support him.

He missed the chance to take a coverage of the recent typhoon. Just because he is a photographer specializing in capturing criminals in his viewfinder doesn't mean he is not concerned with other events.

He sighed. Hopefully there is still a job waiting for him. He was gone for more than three weeks since he went to Nara. There were no major changes in his body except for the fact that his dick was no longer there. His hands roamed on his chest. It felt more sensitive to the touch but there were no major changes just a feeling of tenderness. There was a slight bump though but that could be mistaken for muscles.

His life was so messed up right now. He was not gay to begin with. He went out with a few girls before but never really settled into a serious relationship. He didn't take second glances on the guys he thought were handsome until his eyes settled on the older man's golden gaze. Call it chemistry or whatever but there was just something about Asami that drew him in.

He sighed again. Enough wasting time about this shit of a mess. It was time to move forward.

He moved to his work room and picked up his phone. He went back to the living room and settled on the black couch before placing a call to his editor.

At the third ring the receiver finally responded.

"Moshi Moshi. Sir it's me Takaba."

"Hello Takaba-kun! How are you doing? I thought you've been swept away by the typhoon," his editor teased.

Akihito gave a snort. "I'm fine sir. By the way is there something I can work with?"

"I knew you would ask that." Akihito thought the editor probably beamed on the other end of the line. His relationship with the editor was as close as to that between a father and a son. "Unfortunately there's none for you kiddo. Everybody is focused on the rehabilitation of the roads, buildings, and other infrastructures damaged by the typhoon. I already have some people covering that."

"I see," Akihito sounded dejected.

"Don't worry I'll inform you first if there's something that catches my nose."

"Alright. Thank you sir."

Akihito slumped on the sofa. The boredom was killing him. A few seconds later he heard his phone ring. He looked at the caller ID. It was Asami.

~x~

"Asami," Akihito sounded annoyed.

"Hello kitten."

"Bastard! I'm not a kitten." He shouted on the phone. He heard Asami chuckle at the end of the line.

"You must be bored."

"Damn right I am." Akihito huffed.

"We will be attending a party tonight at 8 pm. I will send Kirishima there right now. He will help you with the preparations."

"What kind of party is that and who is hosting it?"

"It's an old politician's birthday. Hayama Rido, the Minister of Finance, is turning 70 this year. He has personally invited me to attend and you will go with me. I'll see you later kitten. Behave well and don't give Kirishima a headache."

Before Akihito could retort back Asami already cut the call. He didn't like going to rich people's party especially a one that is hosted by a politician. They were a bunch of white collar thieves. He knew it was wrong to stereotype people but he's had enough of them.

As he sat there contemplating the doorbell rang. He looked at the small monitor. It revealed the spectacled secretary who stood waiting on the other side. He unclocked the door and invited the secretary in but the secretary did not move an inch.

"Takaba-san, I trust Asami-sama must have informed you about the event this evening." The blond nodded. "We will be meeting with Hanami Maiko at Matsuya in Ginza."

Then Kirishima produced a card from his breast pocket and handed it to Akihito. "That will be your new identification card from now on. "Due to your condition," he paused and gave Akihito a knowing look. "I advise you to act with caution."

"Wha-what do you mean condition?"

"There is no need to be concerned Takaba-san. As part of my duty as a secretary it is customary for me to know to be able to give the best service to Asami-sama."

Akihito furrowed his eyebrows before taking the card. Asami will receive an earful. He will make sure of that.

He flipped the card and took a closer look at the photo. There was a picture of him which looked slightly feminine. Well that was okay he thought. He had to admit there were times when he looked androgynous. But that was when he was forced to dress as a girl by his best friend Kou just to eat for free at a restaurant. It was Valentine's Day and they were handing coupons to the first 20 couples. They were still in high school that time. They had been robbed and were so hungry that time. Out of desperation and playfulness Kou dragged him to a small boutique and made him dress up. When he came out of the changing room Kou had to take a second glance. Satisfied Kou dragged him into the restaurant. It was funny how the service crew treated him as a girl. He looked petite and his voice hadn't broken yet. Kou was another story though. They looked like a couple. Remembering about that time would always make Akihito embarrassed.

He pushed the thought aside and willed himself to the present. He looked at the other details on the ID card. Takaba Akiko, 24 years old, female. His eyebrow shot up at that. "What the heck!"

"Calm down Takaba-san. Technically right now you're a female. Please behave as well bred lady in public and please do not take this as an insult since I am only doing this to keep your situation as discreet as possible. Now let us go. We do not want to keep Hanami-san waiting."

Overwhelmed Akihito said nothing and followed the bespectacled secretary to the underground parking area. His arms were crossed over his chest as he sat on the backseat fuming. How could Asami expose his secret without even consulting him? Well it's not like he told Asami to keep it a secret but still a sensitive situation like this should not be told easily to other people.

~x~

They arrived at Matsuya at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. They went to a cafe where they met with Hanami Maiko. As they were on their way Akihito couldn't help but ask, "The party will start at 7 pm right? Why are we here so early? It's not like buying a suit will take hours right?"

Kirishima paused for a moment. Suit? The kid still thinks like a guy. If he were to tell the truth the blond might back out and run away. "We have to be early for you to have time to relax." At least this wasn't a lie.

Akihito nodded his head. "I see."

"Ah there she is," Kirishima said while looking at the woman seated at the center table of the cafe.

Both parties exchanged greetings.

"It's nice to meet you Takaba-san," Hanami spoke. "Would you like to order something?"

"Ah no I'm okay," Akihito replied.

"Kirishima-san?"

"No," replied the bespectacled secretary.

Kirishima called a day before informing her of their meeting. The client as he described was boyish and had no sense of fashion. Asami wanted her to transform this woman for the party later this evening.

Hanami made a quick assessment on the blond. Her client was a tall woman. At five foot six she has the ideal height for a model. She wore a loose royal blue t-shirt and black skinny jeans. Hmm not bad she thought. The pants accentuated the blond's butt. Takaba-san was diamond in the rough waiting to be polished.

"If you would not mind me asking how old are you Takaba-san?" Hanami asked.

"I'm 24."

"I see. What kind of clothes do you perefer?"

"Shirt and jeans," Akihito replied absentmindedly until Kirishima nudged his elbows. "I am not so picky with clothes but I guess I'd prefer something easy to move around. I'm a photographer working with-"

"She's a photographer taking shots on landscape and nature hence the need to move around." Kirishima cut him off. That was close. He gave a warning glance at the blond.

"Ah yes but I also do fashion photography. It's not my favorite but it gives a better income." Akihito said after recovering from Kirishima's intervention. He almost gave himself up there.

Hanami asked a few more questions before they finally got up and left the café.

~x~

Akihito was surprised when they entered a shop that displayed dresses and other ladies wear. "If there is something to your liking please tell me Takaba-san." He heard the woman speak.

He couldn't help but glare at Kirishima. What kind of mockery was this? They expect him to wear a fuckin' dress! What the heck? No way. That was it. He's had enough. He excused himself from Hanami and went outside of the shop to make a call.

On the third ring Asami picked up the phone. "Hello kitten."

"You bastard!" The people stared at him so he tried as much as possible to keep his voice down. "Don't hello kitten me. What kind of joke is this? You want me to wear a dress for the party?" Akihito said fuming.

"Relax kitten. Let me explain. Since you are my lover it would be normal for you to accompany me for this event. But if you insist not to wear something appropriate for the event it's alright with me. Should you also decide not to accompany me it is still okay. I could call an escort service who would be with me for the party."

"Wha-what? Escort? You- you would do that?"

"Yes," came a bored reply.

"You bastard! You would easily replace me with some woman." Akihito was angry but more than that he was actually hurt and disappointed. The prospect of some random woman hooking her arms around his lover didn't sit well with him.

"Well I am giving you an option here," Asami said nonchalantly.

"Fine. I'll wear a dress but just for tonight." Akihito frowned.

"That's good to know. I can't wait to see you in that dress. Enjoy your day but remember to behave well kitten."

"Whatever." Akihito hang up his phone and went back to the shop.

~x~

"Well have you chosen something?" Hanami asked.

"Umh, I don't know how to choose so I will leave it up to you Hanami-san."

"Okay then. I have chosen some pieces. Now if you would just follow me." Hanami lead him to the dressing room. It had a long mirror and a clothes rack on the side. "Call me if you need help. I'll be right outside."

Akihito picked up the first piece of clothing and tried it on. Am really doing this? He looked at himself on the mirror.

"Umh Hanami-san?" He called outside.

"Yes?"

"Could you please come inside?"

"Alright, I'm coming."

Hanami slid inside the changing room.

"Well what do you think?" Akihito asked.

She made Akihito turn around. "It seems that dress is one size big for you."

"I thought so too." Akihito chuckled.

"You could try the other dresses or if we don't find one to your liking we can always go to another store."

Akihito tried one dress after another but ended up being rejected. It was either "too short," "too frilly," "makes his skin itch," or "not the right color." They almost gave up and were ready to go when the manager brought out another dress. She said it was a new design that was scheduled to be released next month. But for Asami-san's companion she was willing to bring it out. Akihito tried it on and they felt that it was the one. The dress hugged his figure perfectly. The fabric felt cool and silky on his smooth his skin. It was a fuchsia colored long dress made of silk and satin. The dress looked elegant and it was not too revealing.

While he was changing between each dress he couldn't help but notice the slight change on his chest. What the heck? Akihito cursed inwardly. How could his chest grow bigger in less than a day? Now he was getting worried. He put the thought out of his mind when Hanami called him.

After they paid for the dress Kirishima handed the box to a guard who Akihito never took notice of.

~x~

The next place they went to was a salon where they did Akihito's hair. The hairdresser showered her with praises saying her hair was so soft and silky but unfortunately was so short. They added extensions to his short hair and now it fell past his shoulders and ended to his chest. He felt embarrassed when the attendants gave her a manicure and a pedicure. Never in his life did he think of doing something that girls do. When Hanami presented him to Kirishima, the secretary was amazed.

The last part of their itinerary was a waxing parlor. Akihito raised an eyebrow on Kirishima. The secretary seemed to understand what he was thinking since he spoke in a low voice that only he could hear. "Don't worry Takaba-san. Hanami-san knows what she's doing. Now let's go."

They made their way inside and found Hanami in front of the receptionist. They were engaged in a friendly chat. After an exchange of greetings Akihito was led inside a room. The attendant told him to remove his clothes and change into the bathrobe. Akihito was nervous.

"Takaba-san," the attendant called her attention. She was a petite woman in her late 40's. "Is this your first time waxing?"

"Umh, yes." Akihito watched as the attendant prepare the materials. "Will it hurt?"

She motioned for her to lie down on the bed. "For a first time experience, yes, it will hurt but trust me the end result is worth it." She gave a reassuring smile.

I hope so, Akihito thought to himself.

The attendant spread a layer of cream on his right leg. It felt hot on his skin. Next the attendant placed the tape over his skin. "Take a deep breath Takaba-san." He did so. "On three I will pull the tape." Akihito nodded. "One, two, three."

"Argh!" Akihito couldn't help but shout. He placed a hand over his mouth.

The following minutes was pure torture. His thighs and legs were waxed. Even his underarms were not spared. The attendant asked if she wanted her pubic region waxed. His face showed a horrified expression. "No." No way. It would be very painful.

After the procedure was finished Akihito's skin was red all over. When he proceeded to change back into his clothes. He found that it was gone. He looked for it but couldn't find it. He emerged from the room and asked the attendant but it was Hanami who answered.

"Since it is your first time waxing we figured it would be better for you to used loose clothing so as not to irritate your skin. You should wear this instead." Hanami handed him a paper bag.

He took the bag and went back to the changing room. When he pulled the clothes out his face scowled. It was a fuckin sky blue dress. He face-palmed both hands as he struggled not to shout. After a few minutes of letting the steam cool he came out of the dressing room.

"It looks good on you," Kirishima spoke.

"You chose well Kirishima-san," Hanami praised him for his fine taste. "Could I take a picture?"

Akihito hesitated placing his right hand over his left arm. Wearing a dress just made him feel exposed. "Umh, I guess it's okay."

Hanami snapped some pictures and with quick fingers pressed the send button.

They ate in a restaurant afterwards and Kirishima thanked Hanami for her work.

"It was a pleasure to be of help to Asami-sama," the lady replied. "Good luck with the party later Takaba-san. Be confident. You are a beautiful woman and I think everyone will be amazed by you. I will come by later at 7 pm to fix your hair and make-up. So take the remaining time to relax."

Akihito blushed. "Th-thank you Hanami-san." With that they parted ways.

~x~

Asami was finished negotiating with a business partner and right now he was looking at the reports on his desk when his phone vibrated. He took his phone and opened the message. There was a photo of his blushing kitten wearing a sky blue cotton dress that ended on his knees. Akihito wore brown gladiator flats. His golden hair was longer. He didn't know how long but it went past his shoulders down to his chest. Hmm he couldn't help but notice the little blond covering his chest. He smirked. He would get to discover if his guess was right later after the party.

He saved the picture and made it his wallpaper. He was excited to see his kitten.

~x~

Akihito felt tired so he decided to take a nap at the backseat. Kirishima woke him up after a few minutes. When he stepped out of the car he expected to be in Asami's building but was surprised when he saw they were in a hotel and it was not an ordinary one. They were in front of the Mandarin Oriental Tokyo. Akihito couldn't help but gape. The price for a suite starts at around $1,300 and knowing Asami the man wouldn't settle for less.

"This is the place where the party will be held. A room was booked for you here where you could relax while waiting for Asami-sama," Kirishima explained.

He followed Kirishima to the reception area. The receptionist handed them the key and they went up to the room which was located on the top floor of the building. Akihito was surprised at the presidential suite. But this was expected for a man like Asami. That man had tons of money and he could spend it like a king whenever he wanted and he is a king albeit in the underworld. He sat on the couch and closed his eyes. Before he could sleep however the bespectacled secretary called his attention.

"Before you take a rest Takaba-san we have to do one more thing."

"More?" Akihito was exhausted.

"The party will be a fine dining," Kirishima started "and you should speak and act like a lady."

Akihito stared at him. "Again with this lady thing I am a man Kirishima-san."

"And again I have to remind you Takaba-san that currently you are not," the secretary said as a matter of fact. "You should behave appropriately. You should take only a small portion of food in your mouth. Do not stuff your mouth like you always do. Chew your food well. It is not a boodle fight. You should also mind the amount of food that you are eating. You are not in an eating contest."

Kirishima continued lecturing Akihito about what to do and what not to do. He also shared some tips on how to get around certain situations especially embarrassing ones. Akihito could do nothing but sit and listen as the secretary moved along with his lecture. After a good 40 minutes it finally ended.

"So are there are questions?" Kirishima asked.

"None," Akihito responded too tired to argue. He just wanted to sleep.

"Alright. Hanami-san will be coming at 7 pm. You should have showered by that time." Kirishima fixed his glasses.

"I got it." Akihito said while moving to the bedroom. He's had enough talk and right now he needs what was it that they said? Ah yes, beauty rest.


I was skimming over the previous chapters and I couldn't help but think to myself 'Did I really write this? It's so lame.' Haha! Oh well. I will probably go back and edit a few chapters but not right now.

I hope I didn't deviate too far from Aki's character. You would notice that he is somewhat confused in this story. There are chapters when he leans toward what most people think as a typical feminine attitude. This chapter is where he starts to pick himself up. His worries over his body remain but he still thinks of himself as a genuine man. There will be lots of confusion to come as he struggles to deal with the 'curse.'

Ah yes, about the dress. It's not possible to attach a picture in here so I will probably post it on ao3. XD