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“Sumino, if I stand out here any longer, someone is going to come and ask me why I'm here.”
“I know, I know!”
“If you know, then hurry up and unlock the door!”
In truth, Takumi had finished getting ready before Hiruko had even arrived at his room. The white silky panties with a lace trim, the matching brassiere, the garters and thigh-highs—he had put it all on, because she told him to. Somehow, he'd only felt minimal embarrassment while doing so, probably because he'd purposefully avoided looking down unless it was necessary. But now that she had arrived, the cause of all this, he would have to face the music. He was wearing girls' underwear. He was wearing girls' underwear.
Hiruko knocked on the door, once, except it wasn't much of a knock. It was more like a punch, really. A thinly-veiled threat. Takumi nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of it, reflexively wrapping his arms around his own shoulders to cover himself.
“All that banging will attract attention too, y'know?!”
“I don't particularly care if someone comes. It'll only benefit you to let me in.”
Will it, though?!
Takumi couldn't say for sure whether it would benefit him or not to continue on with whatever was about to happen to him, but he could say that he had no other options. “No” wasn't really an option with Hiruko once she had her mind set on something, and she'd had her mind set on this for a while. He was doomed from the moment he agreed to go along with it. His past self—okay, and his current self, too—was far too much of a coward to protest early on, and now there was nothing to do but lay in the bed he’d made.
Man, he hated reaping what he sowed.
Takumi began walking over to the door just as Hiruko pounded violently on the door again, twice that time. Takumi unlocked the door with a trembling hand before quickly stepping out of view. Hiruko opened the door almost instantaneously, and was gracious enough (or possessive enough) to close it behind her quickly.
She locked it, too.
And then, a grin spread across her face. A smug, self-congratulatory grin.
“Well done. I somewhat expected you to have difficulty getting everything on...have you done this before?”
“You know I haven't.”
“I figured I would ask. Boys get curious about this sort of thing all the time.”
Well, sure, he'd walked around in his mom's heels before, but...he wasn't going to tell Hiruko that. Eager to distract himself from her roving eyes, he turned his attention to the beige canvas bag dangling from her fingertips. “What's all of that?”
“Materials,” Hiruko bluntly said. She sauntered over to his desk and set the bag on top of it, taking a seat in his chair. As she began to take things out, she casually began to order him around, as per usual. “Pull that chair closer and have a seat.”
Before he could think about the consequences, he asked, “N-not the bed?”
Hiruko looked like she wanted very badly to make a smart-ass remark. Somehow, she refrained. “No, not the bed. Pull the chair up.”
Takumi did as he was told. The chair felt weird to sit on, with his upper thighs exposed. Sitting down also forced him to reckon with the actual sensation of wearing lingerie, the silk gliding against his cock, the lace pleasantly stimulating his nipples. Contrary to Hiruko's belief he had struggled with getting the panties on; in particular, there wasn't a lot of room for his...goods.
Granted, he wasn't as well-endowed as some other guys, but the panties Hiruko had forced upon him clearly weren't meant to accommodate anything. She had offhandedly suggested “tucking” it, but he had been too embarrassed to ask what exactly that meant. In the end, he ended up just leaving it sitting in a modest bulge at the front; if he wasn’t careful about his posture, the tip would peek over the lace trim. Once he sat, he self-consciously looked down to make sure he was all set. One look at the fabric made him squeeze his eyes shut.
“Soften your face. I’m about to start.”
“Start? Start what?”
“I need to do your makeup.”
Takumi opened his eyes to squint at what she'd laid out on his desk. It was...probably makeup, but he didn't really know. He recognized the tube of lipstick (she was going to put lipstick on him, he realized with slight panic), and he was sure the tray of little squares filled with different colors of powdery stuff was called a “palette”, but he might have just gotten that from art class.
“Do you wear all this stuff?”
“Don't ask stupid questions.”
“I feel like all of my questions are stupid if it's you I'm asking.”
“I'm glad you're self-aware.” Ignoring her insults, Takumi tried to study her face, wondering if he could see a hint of anything. She wore eyeliner, probably. Or mascara? Both? Before he could try asking again, Hiruko stated, “I require absolute silence from you for the next ten minutes or so. Can you manage that?”
He wanted to respond that yes, of course he could, but he really was curious about what all she was doing. Trying to avoid asking any more stupid questions (so, any questions at all), he worded his response carefully. “I can, but...I was wondering what exactly you're going to use. I'm not asking, though. I was just curious.”
Hiruko sighed in what was probably defeat. Takumi held back a smile as she answered. “Moisturizer, blush, mascara, and lipstick. I'll probably tame your eyebrows a bit. And perhaps some eyeshadow...I'll cross that bridge once I get there.”
“Oh. I know what most of those are, I think.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks! I'm doing my best.”
He could tell she wasn't being genuine, but he honestly just wanted to tease her out of nervousness. Still, it was sweet that she came so well-prepared, and that she was thinking carefully about what she wanted to do. Hiruko rarely did anything half-assed, but it made him feel a little warm inside to see that meticulous attention to detail directed at him.
Even if it was for the purposes of making him look like a girl.
“I’m starting. Close your eyes.”
“R-right...”
As Hiruko got to work, movements so gentle that he almost felt like she was teasing him, Takumi quietly reaffirmed that he was absolutely not a girl. In fact, he was very manly. Guys who were adamant about not wanting to do girly things were less manly than him, when he really thought about it, since they were clearly just insecure. Of course, that didn't mean he wanted anyone to find out about him wearing lingerie and makeup, ever, and if they did, he would probably have to kill them, but he had at least made peace with himself.
For the most part.
With that decided, Takumi sat obediently with his eyes closed and tried to decipher what Hiruko was doing. There was a little cream that she'd rubbed on him when they first started. That was probably the moisturizer, he thought. After that, he felt something like a brush on his cheeks, and then something scratchy on his eyebrows (she was “taming them”, maybe). There was a short pause, after which Hiruko said “hm”, then fiddled with something on the desk. Hiruko told him once or twice to relax his face while she did something around his eyes. Finally, she put something on his lips. That was probably the most ticklish part of all, after the brush on his cheeks, and he couldn't help but twitch.
“Do not rub your lips together.”
She said that at the right time, as he was about to do just that. “Yes, ma'am...”
“Good. We're done, then.”
Takumi's eyes shot open. Hiruko was staring at him quite seriously, which made his cheeks go hot. “We're done?”
“See for yourself. I decided on lip gloss instead of lipstick for a more...angelic look. I don't take constructive criticism, by the way.”
“Didn't expect you to.”
Hiruko picked up a pocket mirror, something he'd missed among her other supplies. She handed it to him closed; Takumi had to open it himself. For a second, he considered not looking at himself at all, just closing his eyes and playing along with Hiruko as best as he could. But part of him...kind of wanted to see. Hiruko had put a lot of work into it, after all, and looked quite pleased with herself. He wasn't so heartless as to ignore her efforts.
Also, she probably would have made him look, anyway.
So, he opened the mirror.
“That's...?”
That's me?
He almost asked that question, but came to the answer on his own. For only a split second, his reflection did look like a different person, but he quickly recognized it as himself. It was himself, but...softer? Prettier? Yeah, that was it. It was him, but prettier. From the shine on his lips to the pink on his eyelids and cheeks, he was pretty all of a sudden. Angelic, as Hiruko had described him. It was embarrassing, but his heart skipped a beat.
And another.
“Say something.”
Hiruko looked a little worried by his silence. Or, maybe she was just irritated.
Takumi said the first thing that came to mind: “I like it.”
“You...like it?”
“...Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” He didn't know why he was apologizing. There was a lot he didn't know about himself, it seemed. Hiruko took the mirror away from him, setting it on the desk. Then, she took him by the hand. “Come here.”
She led him a step or two over to the bed. He could feel his bulge shifting around in the little space that the panties allowed him when he sat. She took off her boots and jacket, then sat next to him, so close that they were touching, and took his face in her hands again. Hiruko was looking at him closely again, searching. Sounding more meek than he wanted to, he said, “Wh-what about you, Shizuhara?”
“What about me?”
Takumi felt an overwhelming urge to say it was nothing, but even more overwhelmingly, he wanted to say what was on his mind. “Do you like it? The way I look?”
Hiruko inhaled sharply—she was so close that he could hear it, could see her chest rise. He could hear her breathe. “I like it, too. You’re beautiful, Takumi-chan.”
Takumi-chan?
“A-ah. Oh. Yeah...”
“What’s wrong?” She knew what was wrong. Or, rather, she knew that nothing was wrong at all. Everything felt a little too right. He was supposed to be more embarrassed, more reluctant, more anything but what he was. Of course, Hiruko’s favorite thing to do after putting him in a bizarre situation was to twist the knife. “Is it because I called you by your first name? That’s just how girls address each other sometimes, you know. Try calling me ‘Hiruko-chan’. I’ll allow it, under these circumstances. Go on.”
Takumi almost licked his lips out of sheer anxiety, but he fiddled with the lace on his—no, the panties instead as he thought. It would have been futile to bring up that she didn’t call any of the other girls by their first name, or that he wasn’t startled by her using his first name (okay, maybe he was, just a little), but by the fact that she was really, truly, consistently treating him like a girl. In his room, in his bed, while he was wearing the lingerie and the makeup that she had so lovingly applied...he kind of was one, wasn’t he?
Well, then.
“Hi-Hiruko-chan...”
The smile on her face was equal parts terrifying and heartwarming. “Good girl, Takumi-chan.”
Takumi’s heart swelled. Wavering manhood aside, the whole crossdressing thing wasn’t so bad. She was treating him kindly, delicately, and he felt like he was seeing a side of her that he never got the chance to see before. Hiruko didn’t really socialize with the other girls, or anybody, really. Moreover, he hadn’t thought about it much up until then, but it was rare that he saw Hiruko in her dress without her jacket; it was usually an all-or-nothing kind of deal once she started taking her clothes off. Sitting knee-to-knee on his bed with her caressing his face, staring at him so lovingly, in a state of undress so mundane and so subtly intimate, made him wonder if this was what it was like when girls had sleepovers. It was fun, and sweet, and he kind of wished they could just be like that for a little while.
On the other hand, he knew those tender moments wouldn’t last long before things devolved into debauchery.
“Are they uncomfortable? The panties?”
Takumi’s hands subconsciously moved down to his lap, attempting to cover himself. “No. Or, um, maybe a little...”
“They say beauty hurts,” Hiruko flippantly responded. “Can you wear them a little longer? I have a present for you, if you can bear it.”
He couldn’t turn down a present from Hiruko, even if the present was likely to be something perverted. Besides...he didn’t like the panties, exactly, but he wasn’t in a hurry to take them off, either. Hiruko liked it, and he liked that she liked it. That’s how he decided to think about it, anyway. “Yeah. I can do it.”
“Good.” Not “good girl”? I'm not disappointed or anything, but... “Come sit in my lap.”
Somehow, that was more embarrassing than anything she'd made him do so far, and yet he happily got into position. She'd conveniently made a seat for him by swinging her legs off the edge of his bed. Her thighs were firm, he had always known that, but he had never sat on them before. It felt...nice. Their height difference made it so that her breath was tickling his ear, and the delicate scent of lavender wrapped around him like a blanket. The only complaint he might have had is the fact that he couldn’t see her face.
“It’s hard to reach the desk with you sitting right here,” Hiruko mused. Takumi shrunk just a tad, guilty that he was in the way, even though she was the one who had asked him to sit there in the first place. “Take a look at what’s inside of the bag. It’s your present.”
Takumi hadn’t even noticed up until then that the makeup wasn’t the only thing she’d put in the bag. Whatever was inside of the bag had a shape that he couldn’t discern, vaguely oblong. Being careful not to lift himself out of Hiruko’s lap, Takumi was just barely able to drag the bag towards him. Once it was close enough, he reached his hand inside, heart thudding in his ears. The material of it was rubbery, almost, but something firm was beneath it. He wrapped his hand around it, and pulled it out...
“A massager...?”
“That's right.”
He had seen it in the Gift-O-Matic before, and had heard Kyoshika ranting and raving about it. He settled back in Hiruko's lap, staring at it, turning it this way and that. “How are you going to massage my back if we're sitting like this?”
“Your back? Hm. Is that what you think we’re going to do?” As the weight of Hiruko’s words rattled around in Takumi’s brain, she reached down and took his hand into hers. The polish on her nails looked particularly pretty to him in that moment. He wondered why she didn’t paint his. “You may not be aware, but this is often used for something else. Here—turn it on.”
Hiruko guided his hand to a button, a little plus symbol with a minus symbol right beneath it. Takumi knew how to turn it on, at least; rather than just pressing, he had to hold it down for a few moments before it whirred to life.
For some reason, it wasn’t until he heard the vibration that he figured out what she planned to do with it.
“Oh...”
“Do you get it, now?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“Can you do it by yourself?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“You said the same thing twice.” Takumi laughed, a bit of reprieve from the tension he felt looking at the toy in his hands, and Hiruko laughed right along with him, but only for a moment. “Go ahead—slowly. Start at the base. Don't turn it up too quickly.”
It was rare that they did things at his pace. For a moment, Takumi was frozen like a deer in headlights, unwilling to take the initiative. However, it wasn't long before his arousal and curiosity won out. Hiruko's hand rested on his knee, her thumb caressing him in small circles. The toy inched closer, closer, closer, until it finally came into contact with his cock through the panties, at the bottom of his shaft. He jumped when he first felt it, but settled when he became acclimated to the sensation.
The low vibrations spread through his body in a way that other forms of stimulation didn't. It was wholly different from the feeling of jerking off, or being inside of Hiruko, or anything he'd ever done before. Takumi could feel pleasure down to the tips of his toes, curling outward from the place where the toy was pressed against him. He managed to stop himself from moaning, but his breathing quickened, and his hips rolled forward.
Hiruko planted a kiss on the nape of his neck, took the lobe of his ear between her lips, caressed his inner thigh just like she had done to his knee. Takumi was comfortably taking in all the attention alongside the sensation of the toy; there was less of a rush, he felt like, getting off like this. He didn't doubt that he could, especially if he was feeling that good just from the lowest setting, but there was a certain element of patience to it when he was just sitting there and letting the toy work its magic.
“Look, Takumi-chan. You're getting so excited that your panties are getting all dirty.”
“H-huh?” Takumi looked down, and sure enough, pre-cum had beaded up at the head of his cock and trickled onto the underwear. A small amount, but he was sure it wouldn't stay like that for long. “Oh...sorry.”
“Hm...I'll forgive you. I had anticipated this, anyway. It just feels too good to have your clit played with like that, right?”
“My...” Takumi short-circuited, struggling to parse her words and her touch and the vibrations all at once. He still didn't know how he felt about this roleplay—or, at least, he was pretending he didn't know how he felt. The twitch of interest from his dick, his clit, was betraying him, however. “It feels good.”
“Say it,” Hiruko demanded.
“It feels good to—” His breath caught. He tried again. “It feels good to have my clit played with...”
The reward was immediate. “Good girl. Since you like it so much, I'll allow you some more. Turn it up.” Takumi nodded furiously, and hit the button once. The difference was immediately noticeable, but the power spike only made him want more; he hit the button again. At that point, he couldn't keep his voice down, nor could he keep his hips still, and he was surely making an embarrassment of himself. Hiruko didn't mind; on the contrary, she was highly entertained. “So eager, Takumi-chan. Did I tell you you could turn it up that high?”
“Sorry.” Notably, he did not turn the vibration down. Thankfully, she didn't make him. His head was spinning, or floating, or something like that, and all he could think about was feeling even more of it. He wanted to cum, but he didn't want it to end. More than anything, he wanted Hiruko to keep talking, even though he'd surely be mortified later. “I'm sorry, I just...I needed more.”
“You needed more?” Takumi couldn't see Hiruko's face, couldn't read her mind. There was a dangerous undertone to her words. “You're insatiable. I told you to do it slowly, didn't I?” Takumi nodded, unreasonably ashamed of himself. His thumb moved to the other button, preparing to turn it down, but Hiruko took the toy from him and held it in place. “There's no need to play innocent, now. Here I thought I'd make you into a proper young lady, but you turned out to be a slut.”
“No!” Takumi rarely talked back to Hiruko when they were in the bedroom, but for some reason, he was deeply opposed to being characterized that way. He was...opposed to it. He didn't like it. “Don't call me that.”
“I told you not to play innocent.” Gone were the loving touches from before. While one hand held the massager to Takumi’s cock, the other yanked the front of his bra down. He heard a seam pop. He wanted to cover himself. He didn't know why. “I wasted my time getting you dolled up like this. Some angel you are, hm?”
Takumi couldn't form any meaningful response. Hiruko turned the toy up another level, and moved it upwards ever so slightly, closer to the engorged tip that had been steadily leaking pre-cum since they'd started. Takumi reached back and pawed at her hip, trying to find something, anything to help him get a grip on himself. “I’m not a slut. I'm not. I just—”
“You've bitten off a good deal of that lip gloss.” She left his nipples alone for the time being, only to thrust two fingers into his mouth, cutting another one of his pathetic whimpers short as he gagged. He was used to her being rough, but something about the sharp descent from the kindness she was showing him earlier made the sting all the sweeter. “How unladylike. I think the only way you can redeem yourself now is to moan like a girl for me and beg for permission to cum.”
The shame Takumi felt dissipated quickly when she turned the vibrations up once more, removing her wet fingers from his mouth and began to twist and roll his hardened nipples between her fingers. When she touched him like that, it wasn't hard for him to comply with her first order. If someone had walked by his room, they really might have thought that he was a girl. With that squared away, the real challenge began. “Please let me cum, Hiruko-chan. Please, please, I want it...”
“Do you really? Moan louder for me. Higher.” In tandem with her words, she moved the vibrator even closer to the tip of his cock, forcing more pathetic sounds out of him. At that point, he didn't care if anybody heard; Hiruko had high standards, and wouldn't hesitate to leave him in the lurch if he didn't perform. He was relieved when she praised him again: “Just like that. Now, ask me again.”
“Please! Please, Hiruko-chan, I want to cum,” Takumi pleaded, squeezing Hiruko hard to keep himself under control. “I can't hold back, so, p-please, give me permission.”
“Do you hear yourself? And you're still trying to convince me that you're not a slut?” Hearing the insult again didn't make his reaction any less visceral, but he was getting used to it, somehow. It was hard to hate it when Hiruko was making him feel so good while she said it. Besides, he had no choice but to get used to it. He knew exactly where Hiruko was going next. “Admit it. Admit you're a slut who can only think about getting off.”
Takumi stalled, only partially out of humiliation, but mostly because it was getting harder to talk. “I'm—I’m a slut,” he said, voice small, praying that Hiruko would only make him say it once. Then again, the next part was becoming more and more true by the second. “I’m a slut who can only think about g-getting off.”
Maybe it was obvious to her that he was reaching his limit. Graciously, she held the toy to the spot just beneath his head, and cooed to him in a voice that made his whole body warm, “Good girl. Go ahead—you've earned it.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he sighed out in a rush, before throwing his head back into her shoulder and letting go. His legs jerked, his jaw went slack, and his mind went numb, all from the steady vibrations on his cock and the feel of Hiruko pressing against his back.
Takumi was still weak in the legs and stuttering through “thank you”s when she turned the toy off, setting it on the bed next to them in favor of wrapping her arms around his midriff. They stayed like that for a minute even once he'd mostly settled down, both of them breathing hard. When Takumi looked down, he could see his cum splattered all over the front of the panties, as well as his stomach. He glanced over to the side and saw that he'd even gotten some on the toy. He was sure Hiruko would make him clean it afterwards...
“Sumino?”
He'd almost forgotten the sound of his own name. Attentive as ever, he turned to Hiruko as much as he could while still in her lap and said, “Your turn?”
“My turn,” she confirmed. “On your knees.”
Hiruko must have been pleased with his performance. After they'd both washed up, Takumi made a shot-in-the-dark request for her to stay the night in his room, and she agreed. The bed was a little cramped for two, and she complained the whole time while they slotted themselves into place, but seemed content once they'd figured it out.
Takumi was nearly lulled to sleep immediately, just from her warmth and her scent, but Hiruko spoke before he could drift off. “I feel obligated to say that I don't actually think you're a slut.”
After that, of course, he was wide awake. And blushing. And unfortunately, a little turned on, but hopefully not noticeably so. “Well, how could I be? You're the only person I've been with.”
“Yes. Right.” Hiruko didn't sound unconvinced, per se, but he felt like she wasn't convinced. “I was hoping I didn't push you too far, is all. You seemed more put off by that than the lingerie.”
“It sort of just caught me off guard, but when you made me say it back...I kinda got into it...” Takumi was glad they'd turned the lights off. He didn't want her to see him lighting up red. “And by the way, I didn't necessarily dislike the lingerie. Or the makeup. Or you calling me a girl, or Takumi-chan, or any of that.”
Hiruko moved around a little. Takumi couldn't see her face in the dark, and he wondered what she was thinking. “You didn't dislike it?”
“I guess I'm, uh, neutral? Yeah. I'm neutral.”
“Sumino...” Hiruko sounded uneasy. When Hiruko was uneasy, he was uneasy, and he waited with bated breath for whatever she was going to say next. “It's fine if you liked it. Even if you just liked wearing the makeup, or me calling you ‘Takumi-chan’. I won't think any less of you.”
Oh, he hated that she was being so genuine about it, and he hated that he was maybe somewhat comforted by the fact that she was reassuring him. He was tempted to jump out of bed and spend the night in the schoolyard, just so he wouldn't have to respond to whatever she was trying to suggest to him.
“I didn't not like it,” Takumi mumbled. “That's all.”
“I see.” Takumi could just imagine her averting her eyes in thought, running calculations in her mind to determine her next move. He buried his face deeper into her in an attempt to hide. “Well, then, would you not not like to do it again sometime?”
“I wouldn't say I would not not not like it.”
“Just say ‘yes’ already...”