Thank you AngelKittyofLove for your awesome idea!
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Misaki opened his eyes to a dark room. He slowly woke up and started to remember what had happened.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAID THAT!", he yelled.
He glared down at his new body. "It's all your fault. You're turning me into. . . into. . ."
"A pervert?"
"Exactly! Agh! Usagi-san, how long have you-"
"I've been next to you the whole time. You woke me up."
"You. . . you. . . how could you make me say that!"
"Are you talking to your body, or me?", Akihiko smirked.
"BOTH!"
"Well, I won't be making a mess of you until later", Akihiko said, grabbing Misaki by the waist.
"Huh? Really?", Misaki looked up in disbelief.
"Yes. Because today, we go shopping for underwear."
Misaki's eyes widened. "No! No! My underwear is just fine! It's not like anyone will see it right!"
"Except me."
"Well you always pull it off too fast to take any notice", Misaki frowned at his reason.
"Then I'll have to make sure I strip you slowly. That way I can appreciate each patch of skin that is revealed to me", Akihiko teased kissing Misaki's shoulder.
"No! Stop it! Baka Usagi!"
Misaki's voice was higher, but it still carried the same weak protests.
-Terrorist-
"I'm going to try one of these outfits", Shinobu said.
"Oh? Are you going to wear the pajama set I picked out?", Miyagi asked.
"No." 'If my plan goes right, I won't be wearing anything by the end of tonight.'
Shinobu went to go change privately in Miyagi's bedroom. Meanwhile Miyagi lit up a cigarette and opened a book, awaiting Shinobu. After a few minutes, the door opened. Shinobu came out wearing a small t-shirt and a
"Gack!", Miyagi almost choked on his cigarette.
"What is it?", Shinobu asked almost too innocently.
"Sh-Shinobu-chin, that skirt. . ."
"What about it?"
"Aren't you a little cold in it?", Miyagi's eyebrow twitched.
"No. I'm gonna start on dinner."
'That brat! I know exactly what he's tryin' to pull. Well, let's see how far he's willing to go.'
-Egoist-
"Hiro-san, close your eyes", Nowaki said.
"What? Why?"
"Where we going is a surprise. You can't know until we're inside", Nowaki smiled.
"Meaning if I knew, I wouldn't step foot inside, right?", Hiroki frowned. Just where was Nowaki taking him?
"Close your eyes Hiro-san."
"Fine", Hiroki grumbled, holding Nowaki's hand tighter. They walked a bit further and Hiroki could feel a change in the air as they entered a building.
"You can open your eyes now Hiro-san."
Hiroki opened his eyes and the bulged out of his head when he saw where they were: a women's underwear store.
He took a deep breath, prepared to unleash hell on Nowaki for taking him here. But before he could begin his tirade, Nowaki saw it coming and delivered a swift kiss to his lips, effectively silencing him . . . for now.
"At least get one Hiro-san. I want to make sure you're completely comfortable in this new body."
"You bastard", Hiroki mumbled before giving in. He'd rather walk in with pride and get it over with, than have Nowaki drag him through the whole process.
"Fine. But just one!", Hiroki confirmed.
Nowaki smiled, happy that his Hiro-san finally agreed. They found the help of an employee who fitted Hiroki, who was blushing the entire time. He chose a simple white bra, bought it, put it on in a dressing room, and ran out the store, Nowaki laggin behind.
When he was beyond the doors, Hiroki looked behind him to see Nowaki grinning. "What?", he asked.
"Hiro-san, how do you feel?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Do you have more support up there?"
"Gah! Yes! Why do you have to ask that?"
"Because I want to make sure my Hiro-san is feel right."
"Well I'm just fine, so you can quit asking! This feels better than any shirt could have."
"I'm glad Hiro-san."
"Get that stupid look off your face. It's just a bra! Don't tell me that what you dragged me out here for?"
"Of course not Hiro-san. I'm taking you somewhere else. But that's also a surprise."
"It better not be some make-up place this time", Hiroki grumbled.
"I'd never take you there. You look beautiful without it. Make-up would only cover what I love to see."
"St-stop saying romantic stuff you idiot", Hiroki blushed.
"Did it really sound romantic? I was just saying what I think."
Hiroki's face turned even redder. Why was it that Nowaki knew just what to say that made him react this way?
-Terrorist-
Miyagi watched as Shinobu cooked dinner. More specifically he was watching a pair of legs move around the kitchen. More than once, he had to catch himself from drooling.
'What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not some horomonal teenager. I should be able to control myself more-'
"MIYAGI!"
Miyagi covered his ears from the shrill screaming. Shinobu was a set of lungs on his own, but as a girl the pitch was set even higher.
"What is it?", Miyagi asked after uncovering his ears.
"Dinner's ready. I was calling you for almost five minutes you old man."
"Somehow that sounds like more of an insult coming from your girly voice", Miyagi whined.
"Whatever, just come and eat."
Miyagi followed those long, smooth torture devices called legs to the table. He thought to himself that he had to get back in control, otherwise he would fall into Shinobu's trap. After dinner, they sat down together to watch tv.
It was a somewhat comfortable silence, but both were barely paying attention to the program.
'Don't look at the legs. Don't look at the legs. Don't even glance over at them. Don't even think about them. God those legs. . . wrapped around me as I-DON'T LOOK AT THEM! Great, now I want to lock us in the bedroom!'
'Look at me. Look at me dammit! I love you Miyagi. Look at me! I want you to fuck me! Look at me. Drag me to the bedroom. Take me on the couch. Take me on the floor! Look at me. Can't you see what I've done for you?'
'That little terrorist. I know he's doing this on purpose. No wears a skirt that short not expecting anything to happen. That's why I'm not falling for it. Nope. I'm not even thinking about how sinfully smooth and creamy they look. . . dammit!'
'Miyagi, take me, I'm yours! Why don't you love me? I want you inside of me. Touch me. Look at me. I'd jump you myself, but that's not what I want to happen. I want you to want me. I want you to take me for yourself. Fuck me you old man!'
Shinobu cuddled closer to Miyagi, rubbing his barely covered thigh against his clothed one. Miyagi's hand moved on it's own and started caressing Shinobu's leg.
'Yes!', Shinobu rejoiced in his head. 'Touch me more!'
'What the hell am I doing? It's like he has mind powers.'
Miyagi looked down at Shinobu, who looked back up at him with hopeful eyes.
'Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. Touch me. I want you! Please, I want you to fuck me until I can't breathe!'
'Ugh, screw it.'
Miyagi stood and scooped Shinobu into his arms. "Wh-what are you doing?", Shinobu stammered.
"I'm going to break in this new body of yours", Miyagi said simply, throwing Shinobu onto the bed.
'Yes! It worked!', Shinobu mentally screamed in excitement.
"Now then, your skirt has worked its magic, so I think it's time for it to go."
-Romantica-
"Usagi-san, it's getting late. Do we really need to do this?", Misaki asked.
"Yes. After all, I can't get the image of you seducing me in sexy lingerie out of my head. So now I must see it as reality."
"When exactly do you see me doing that?"
"Right after I buy it for you", Akihiko grinned.
"I don't want any underwear. It's pointless to buy it when I could change back tomorrow", Misaki reasoned.
"But what if you're like this forever?"
". . ."
"You haven't thought of that have you?", Akihiko asked.
"Because that's impossible and the worst case scenario!"
"In any case, I'm buying you a few things, and then you shall model them for me."
"WHAT! I REFUSE!"
"You can't."
"Why not?"
"You're body is mine."
"I don't remember saying that. Therefore I refuse to-"
"We're here."
Misaki sighed. Why wasn't this man sensitive to others problems?
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Don't worry, I am planning some type of lemon for our Tero couple, I just wanted to do a little check-in for Misaki and Usagi.
And the idea for Miyagi and Shinobu's little mental thing was from That 70's Show.