[Persona 4] The Story of How Souji Got a Really Great Rack, Pt. 2
Title: The Story of How Souji Got a Really Great Rack
Fandom: Persona 4
Parts: 2/? ( 1, 2, 3)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Possible Souji/Yosuke
Contains: humor/crack, genderswap
Thankfully, Junes was large and busy enough even on a Tuesday evening that they didn't stand out nearly as much as they otherwise would have, moving along in a tight formation, heads occasionally swiveling to cast nervous glances at their surroundings.
Yosuke thought they were about as subtle as a bunch of criminals trying to smuggle a bomb, but took comfort in the fact that at least, the girls were with them, which would make the by now inevitable-seeming encounter with a mall patrol and the subsequent questions that much less awkward.
Kanji had taken it upon himself to play the vanguard, looking disgruntled enough to make any curious passersby immediately avert their eyes. He had also, in true gentlemanly fashion, shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around Souji's shoulders, which had been a truly strange sight to behold, but at least did wonders to conceal Souji's torn shirt. Chie and Yukiko had posted themselves at Souji's sides, so it fell to Yosuke to bring up the rear (for which he was very grateful) and keep Teddie as far away from their leader's front as possible.
Naoto had disappeared with Rise to find the nearest semi-empty clothing store, which turned out not to be close by at all because, as Naoto testified breathlessly, Rise refused to even consider a shop that didn't carry Cecil McBee.
"It's just a bra," Chie sighed, and smoothly elbowed Teddie back into Yosuke's vicinity from which he'd escaped.
"It's not just a bra!" Rise was puffing herself up as well as her diminutive stature would allow, imperiously waving them towards a boutique that, to Yosuke, looked just like any other. "I refuse to let Sempai's first bra be of subpar quality!"
"I still don't see why we couldn't have gone to the sports section real quick. They have nice, practical bras. And t-shirts."
"But she's right," Yukiko said, "those aren't all nice and comfy."
"Lacy, you mean."
"We must respect Sensei's breasts!" Teddie put in helpfully, and Yosuke nearly tripped over his own feet.
"I am going to find a pair of socks," Kanji said, his shoulders shaking with the effort of staying where he was to preserve Souji's dignity. "And stuff that damn bear's mouth."
"But-!"
"Can we please. stop. talking. about Seta's boobs," Yosuke moaned, not sure how much longer he could stand being in the twilight zone with a bunch of people who seemed to have absolutely zero interest in protecting Souji's manhood.
Souji, who, until then, had been following the council of war surrounding his underwear with a sort of bemused fascination, turned to give him a reassuring smile. "They're just trying to help."
"Gah," Yosuke said, and slapped a hand over his eyes a bit more painfully than intended.
"Whoops," Souji said, grabbing a better hold of his shirt again.
"Don't just say 'whoops'," Yosuke hissed, really not keen on getting another eyeful of something that simply shouldn't be there. "You could try freaking out at least a little. At this point, it'd be a comfort."
"I'm sure it won't take long," Souji assured him, and ducked into the store.
-----
The inside of the boutique looked as garish and girly as the outside, except that now Yosuke found himself surrounded by a press of frilly, poofy, flower-patterned clothing racks from all sides. It wasn't that he wasn't used to sticking his head in now and then to call people to staff meetings or help with unboxing, it was just that the idea of Souji in one of their changing rooms was completely insane and worthy of stern protest.
And, as per usual, nobody was listening to him.
The only two people who seemed to be even remotely on his side couldn't really engage in sharing their concerns, either, Naoto busy trying to implement some measure of damage control to Souji's future wardrobe by objecting loudly when Rise and Yukiko made a beeline for a section that seemed to consist entirely of variations of pink and purple horrors. Kanji, who was lingering with Yosuke at the store entrance, evidently under the influence of the same brand of disturbing mental images and of the opinion that Teddie should be kept far away from anything that remotely looked like feminine underwear, couldn't do more than call out a weak, "You okay, Sempai?" that got lost when Souji was ushered behind a set of curtains.
"The world's gone crazy," Yosuke sighed, resigned to the fact that the trip to the general store and thus a possible, if unlikely, remedy would have to be put off until tomorrow.
Kanji grunted in agreement. "Yosuke-sempai, you keep that bear away from the changing stalls. I'm gonna go see about those socks."
At least, keeping Teddie distracted wasn't such a hard task in an environment that, by nature, was incredibly distracting. Yosuke steered him in front of a wall rack full of colorful hair extensions, make-up, and clip-on earrings, and, once Teddie was fully engaged in giving himself pink-striped pigtails, left to support Naoto in her efforts.
Unfortunately, by the time he arrived in front of the cubicle, Naoto had been all but defeated.
"Sempai, the numbers are mere approximations. I could go ask somebody about a measuring tape..."
"Oh, just toss it back out if it doesn't feel comfy," Rise said flippantly, bustling by with a set of bras that, much to Yosuke's dismay, were all about cutesy ribbons and holes in impossible places.
"This is... hard," Souji said, the curtain swaying in time with what seemed to be his writhing in torment.
"You need any help with the clasps, Sempai?"
"No!" Yosuke burst out, finally shaking off his stupor.
"No, it's fine, Rise," Souji mercifully agreed after a pause. "I just think I might need another size."
"Okay. YUKIKO-SEMPAI, CHIE-SEMPAI, BRING ON THE Cs!"
"What? No way!"
"Yes way!"
Weak-kneed, Yosuke leaned against a full-length mirror, closed his eyes, and prayed to wake up soon.
-----
"Oi. Yosuke-sempai."
A rough hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Only if you can tell me I got k.o.'d by a Shadow and this is all some vision of terror brought on by a dose of Pulinpa."
"'fraid not," Kanji said ruefully. "Maybe you should have a glass of water or something. I gotta get these to Sempai."
"Wait, what?!" Yosuke opened his eyes, only to be confronted with an armful of blouses and jeans. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"Someone's gotta make sure Sempai actually comes out presentable," Kanji grumbled, before whipping around to catch Rise in the act of sneaking a bodice into Souji's cubicle. "Drop that and back away slowly. We're trying to get Sempai dressed, not drag him out for a clubbing night."
"You're no fun." Pouting, Rise turned on her heel and stalked back into the lingerie section. "I'm gonna go look for bikinis."
Yosuke hit his head against the mirror. "Please, stop. Make it stop."
"Well, I'm going to need something if we still want to do that trip on Wednesday." Souji's hand came forth between the curtains, and Kanji deposited his findings while pointedly looking elsewhere. "Thanks, Kanji-kun. I don't think I was made for micro-skirts."
Kanji shook his head. "That girl's gone crazy. I'll go make sure she doesn't come back with anything sparkly."
"I'm just not looking forward to waxing my legs."
"I am sending you my therapy bill," Yosuke threatened, but only received a chuckle in return.
It was hardly the first time he'd seen Souji completely unfazed at the idea of wearing girls' clothing, but at least the last time, the change hadn't been quite so thorough, complete with curvy hips and a higher-pitched voice and a rack that really, really couldn't be blamed on Yukiko's overblown sense of vengeance.
"I'm glad you think this is funny, but might I remind you we still have to figure out what to do about all this? Hell, how are we gonna explain it to your uncle?"
Rustling noises. "I know. But at least everyone's calm now, right?"
"Well, I'm not."
"Obviously," Souji said, something like fond exasperation coloring his tone. "That's why I've got to be calm for both of us."
"Geez, you just had to put it like that," Yosuke sighed, teeth worrying his lip at the new bout of guilt.
"Hey, you know how I mean it. It's really not as cataclysmic as it seems. Now that I'm dressed again, we can all put our heads together and think it through."
The curtains parted, Souji stepping out in a ruffly blue halter top and a pair of girl's khakis, still in the process of figuring out the strings on a bobbin lace vest.
"Kanji's pick," he explained at Yosuke's extended bout of staring.
Yosuke groaned. "Thanks for that image."
"Could you move aside? That cubicle didn't have a full length mirror."
"You're really getting into this, man," Yosuke said. "Your uncle's going to skin us alive."
"He wouldn't. We just... need to make sure that there's a chair at hand. And maybe coffee. And be prepared to catch him if he faints." Souji adjusted the vest and shook his feet in their customary sneakers. "I'm going to need an extra pair of shoes... I really can't run in those anymore."
"You-"
"Oooh, Sempai, you're looking mighty fine," Rise squealed, rushing down the aisle with a helpless Naoto and Kanji in tow. "And I found a super-cute tankini with silver dots and extra bust support! You've got to give it a try!"
"Um, could you tell them to put it aside or something?" Souji said. "It's almost dinnertime and I still need to think of how to prepare my family."
"Oh, right. Chie-sempai's gone to find Teddie, so we could-"
"I think I left him with the beauty products," Yosuke said.
"Abandoned me, you mean!" Teddie ducked out of an intersection, an over-sized ribbon in his hair. "Lucky for us, I've devoted my time to thinking about the proper accessories for Sensei! Voilà!"
"I think my hair might be too short for this," Souji said, examining the truly impressive array of hair clips, mascara and lipstick. "And... somehow I don't think cherry passion explosion is my color."
"Finally!" Yosuke crossed his arms, feeling vindicated and reassured that Souji hadn't really lost his common sense. "Thank you."
"...I guess I'll try peach instead."
-possibly TBC-
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A/N: Yes, that's all you people's fault. You know who you are. XD
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Fandom: Persona 4
Parts: 2/? ( 1, 2, 3)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Possible Souji/Yosuke
Contains: humor/crack, genderswap
Thankfully, Junes was large and busy enough even on a Tuesday evening that they didn't stand out nearly as much as they otherwise would have, moving along in a tight formation, heads occasionally swiveling to cast nervous glances at their surroundings.
Yosuke thought they were about as subtle as a bunch of criminals trying to smuggle a bomb, but took comfort in the fact that at least, the girls were with them, which would make the by now inevitable-seeming encounter with a mall patrol and the subsequent questions that much less awkward.
Kanji had taken it upon himself to play the vanguard, looking disgruntled enough to make any curious passersby immediately avert their eyes. He had also, in true gentlemanly fashion, shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around Souji's shoulders, which had been a truly strange sight to behold, but at least did wonders to conceal Souji's torn shirt. Chie and Yukiko had posted themselves at Souji's sides, so it fell to Yosuke to bring up the rear (for which he was very grateful) and keep Teddie as far away from their leader's front as possible.
Naoto had disappeared with Rise to find the nearest semi-empty clothing store, which turned out not to be close by at all because, as Naoto testified breathlessly, Rise refused to even consider a shop that didn't carry Cecil McBee.
"It's just a bra," Chie sighed, and smoothly elbowed Teddie back into Yosuke's vicinity from which he'd escaped.
"It's not just a bra!" Rise was puffing herself up as well as her diminutive stature would allow, imperiously waving them towards a boutique that, to Yosuke, looked just like any other. "I refuse to let Sempai's first bra be of subpar quality!"
"I still don't see why we couldn't have gone to the sports section real quick. They have nice, practical bras. And t-shirts."
"But she's right," Yukiko said, "those aren't all nice and comfy."
"Lacy, you mean."
"We must respect Sensei's breasts!" Teddie put in helpfully, and Yosuke nearly tripped over his own feet.
"I am going to find a pair of socks," Kanji said, his shoulders shaking with the effort of staying where he was to preserve Souji's dignity. "And stuff that damn bear's mouth."
"But-!"
"Can we please. stop. talking. about Seta's boobs," Yosuke moaned, not sure how much longer he could stand being in the twilight zone with a bunch of people who seemed to have absolutely zero interest in protecting Souji's manhood.
Souji, who, until then, had been following the council of war surrounding his underwear with a sort of bemused fascination, turned to give him a reassuring smile. "They're just trying to help."
"Gah," Yosuke said, and slapped a hand over his eyes a bit more painfully than intended.
"Whoops," Souji said, grabbing a better hold of his shirt again.
"Don't just say 'whoops'," Yosuke hissed, really not keen on getting another eyeful of something that simply shouldn't be there. "You could try freaking out at least a little. At this point, it'd be a comfort."
"I'm sure it won't take long," Souji assured him, and ducked into the store.
-----
The inside of the boutique looked as garish and girly as the outside, except that now Yosuke found himself surrounded by a press of frilly, poofy, flower-patterned clothing racks from all sides. It wasn't that he wasn't used to sticking his head in now and then to call people to staff meetings or help with unboxing, it was just that the idea of Souji in one of their changing rooms was completely insane and worthy of stern protest.
And, as per usual, nobody was listening to him.
The only two people who seemed to be even remotely on his side couldn't really engage in sharing their concerns, either, Naoto busy trying to implement some measure of damage control to Souji's future wardrobe by objecting loudly when Rise and Yukiko made a beeline for a section that seemed to consist entirely of variations of pink and purple horrors. Kanji, who was lingering with Yosuke at the store entrance, evidently under the influence of the same brand of disturbing mental images and of the opinion that Teddie should be kept far away from anything that remotely looked like feminine underwear, couldn't do more than call out a weak, "You okay, Sempai?" that got lost when Souji was ushered behind a set of curtains.
"The world's gone crazy," Yosuke sighed, resigned to the fact that the trip to the general store and thus a possible, if unlikely, remedy would have to be put off until tomorrow.
Kanji grunted in agreement. "Yosuke-sempai, you keep that bear away from the changing stalls. I'm gonna go see about those socks."
At least, keeping Teddie distracted wasn't such a hard task in an environment that, by nature, was incredibly distracting. Yosuke steered him in front of a wall rack full of colorful hair extensions, make-up, and clip-on earrings, and, once Teddie was fully engaged in giving himself pink-striped pigtails, left to support Naoto in her efforts.
Unfortunately, by the time he arrived in front of the cubicle, Naoto had been all but defeated.
"Sempai, the numbers are mere approximations. I could go ask somebody about a measuring tape..."
"Oh, just toss it back out if it doesn't feel comfy," Rise said flippantly, bustling by with a set of bras that, much to Yosuke's dismay, were all about cutesy ribbons and holes in impossible places.
"This is... hard," Souji said, the curtain swaying in time with what seemed to be his writhing in torment.
"You need any help with the clasps, Sempai?"
"No!" Yosuke burst out, finally shaking off his stupor.
"No, it's fine, Rise," Souji mercifully agreed after a pause. "I just think I might need another size."
"Okay. YUKIKO-SEMPAI, CHIE-SEMPAI, BRING ON THE Cs!"
"What? No way!"
"Yes way!"
Weak-kneed, Yosuke leaned against a full-length mirror, closed his eyes, and prayed to wake up soon.
-----
"Oi. Yosuke-sempai."
A rough hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Only if you can tell me I got k.o.'d by a Shadow and this is all some vision of terror brought on by a dose of Pulinpa."
"'fraid not," Kanji said ruefully. "Maybe you should have a glass of water or something. I gotta get these to Sempai."
"Wait, what?!" Yosuke opened his eyes, only to be confronted with an armful of blouses and jeans. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"Someone's gotta make sure Sempai actually comes out presentable," Kanji grumbled, before whipping around to catch Rise in the act of sneaking a bodice into Souji's cubicle. "Drop that and back away slowly. We're trying to get Sempai dressed, not drag him out for a clubbing night."
"You're no fun." Pouting, Rise turned on her heel and stalked back into the lingerie section. "I'm gonna go look for bikinis."
Yosuke hit his head against the mirror. "Please, stop. Make it stop."
"Well, I'm going to need something if we still want to do that trip on Wednesday." Souji's hand came forth between the curtains, and Kanji deposited his findings while pointedly looking elsewhere. "Thanks, Kanji-kun. I don't think I was made for micro-skirts."
Kanji shook his head. "That girl's gone crazy. I'll go make sure she doesn't come back with anything sparkly."
"I'm just not looking forward to waxing my legs."
"I am sending you my therapy bill," Yosuke threatened, but only received a chuckle in return.
It was hardly the first time he'd seen Souji completely unfazed at the idea of wearing girls' clothing, but at least the last time, the change hadn't been quite so thorough, complete with curvy hips and a higher-pitched voice and a rack that really, really couldn't be blamed on Yukiko's overblown sense of vengeance.
"I'm glad you think this is funny, but might I remind you we still have to figure out what to do about all this? Hell, how are we gonna explain it to your uncle?"
Rustling noises. "I know. But at least everyone's calm now, right?"
"Well, I'm not."
"Obviously," Souji said, something like fond exasperation coloring his tone. "That's why I've got to be calm for both of us."
"Geez, you just had to put it like that," Yosuke sighed, teeth worrying his lip at the new bout of guilt.
"Hey, you know how I mean it. It's really not as cataclysmic as it seems. Now that I'm dressed again, we can all put our heads together and think it through."
The curtains parted, Souji stepping out in a ruffly blue halter top and a pair of girl's khakis, still in the process of figuring out the strings on a bobbin lace vest.
"Kanji's pick," he explained at Yosuke's extended bout of staring.
Yosuke groaned. "Thanks for that image."
"Could you move aside? That cubicle didn't have a full length mirror."
"You're really getting into this, man," Yosuke said. "Your uncle's going to skin us alive."
"He wouldn't. We just... need to make sure that there's a chair at hand. And maybe coffee. And be prepared to catch him if he faints." Souji adjusted the vest and shook his feet in their customary sneakers. "I'm going to need an extra pair of shoes... I really can't run in those anymore."
"You-"
"Oooh, Sempai, you're looking mighty fine," Rise squealed, rushing down the aisle with a helpless Naoto and Kanji in tow. "And I found a super-cute tankini with silver dots and extra bust support! You've got to give it a try!"
"Um, could you tell them to put it aside or something?" Souji said. "It's almost dinnertime and I still need to think of how to prepare my family."
"Oh, right. Chie-sempai's gone to find Teddie, so we could-"
"I think I left him with the beauty products," Yosuke said.
"Abandoned me, you mean!" Teddie ducked out of an intersection, an over-sized ribbon in his hair. "Lucky for us, I've devoted my time to thinking about the proper accessories for Sensei! Voilà!"
"I think my hair might be too short for this," Souji said, examining the truly impressive array of hair clips, mascara and lipstick. "And... somehow I don't think cherry passion explosion is my color."
"Finally!" Yosuke crossed his arms, feeling vindicated and reassured that Souji hadn't really lost his common sense. "Thank you."
"...I guess I'll try peach instead."
-possibly TBC-
----
A/N: Yes, that's all you people's fault. You know who you are. XD
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