Hot 'N' Cold, part 1
Title: Hot 'n' Cold (1/2)
Author: stupeur
Beta: cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tatsurou x Miya
Summary: Tatsurou was never interested in Miya in that way, but after growing a pair of tits, he's, well, he's kinda hot.
Notes: Erm, first post in six months, and it's a genderswap 'cause I'm crazy like that. :D; I haven't seen that many of them in the Jrock fandom and I'm pretty sure this is a first with MUCC, so I just had to do it. Anyway, just to avoid confusion: Miya randomly turns into a girl (and no, there's no explanation for it) and still identifies as a guy throughout the whole thing, so this is far from being a het fic in the strict sense. That said, if things like "Miya's clit" squick you out, you might wanna skip that one. XD Much love to hanako for the absolutely brilliant header picture. ♥
Tatsurou should have known that something wasn't quite right.
When Miya sent him a text message that read "meeting canceled. will mail again", though, all that was on his mind was the afternoon he could finally spend alone with his Playstation 3.
But it should have been obvious. After all, no one was surprised anymore when Miya overslept and arrived late at their meetings, but outright canceling their plans? That had never happened in almost a decade. Still, Tatsurou hadn't thought twice about it, not even a couple of days later, when Maeda, their manager, contacted him for a meeting in the evening that same day.
Only when he stepped into the meeting room and noticed that Miya was missing did he finally put two and two together. "Miya's overslept again?" he tried. It was eight, which was usually around lunchtime for Miya and made it unlikely that he'd still be sleeping, but with him, you never knew.
"... Miya's not coming today," Maeda started nervously, scratching the back of his head. "He asked me to talk to you guys about something very important. You'd better sit down, Tatsurou."
Tatsurou frowned and complied. That wasn't reassuring in the least. "What's up?"
"... Some, uh, issues have arisen concerning Miya, and we'll need to-"
"What happened?" Satochi interrupted.
Maeda cleared his throat, avoiding their eyes as he started to fiddle with his pen. "I'm afraid it's personal. You'll have to ask Miya himsel-"
Tatsurou rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap. We'll figure it out sooner or later. Why don't you just tell us so we can stop worrying?" he said, and saw Yukke and Satochi nodding out of the corner of his eye.
"All right." Maeda sighed. "Miya's a girl now."
Complete and utter silence fell onto the room, and Satochi was the first to break it:
"You mean he's like... a trannie?" he asked, barely able to conceal the fright in his voice.
Maeda shook his head. "No, I mean that he's... literally turned into one."
Silence again, until Tatsurou, Yukke and Satochi all burst into laughter together, as if on cue.
"Let me guess," Tatsurou started when he was finally able to speak again, wiping a tear that was about to escape his eye with the knuckle of his index finger, "you lost a bet, right? Was it against Comet-san?"
"Fuck you," Maeda gritted between his teeth, not amused in the least. "I'm serious. I mean, I know it sounds ridiculous. I had no idea it could happen, but, well, it did somehow. Miya's a girl."
"I believe you," Yukke announced, looking completely serious, and Tatsurou caught a hopeful glint in Maeda's eyes. "Maybe he's got some frog genes and we never knew."
"Or shrimp," Tatsurou added while Satochi was laughing himself silly, hitting the table repeatedly with his fist.
"Cut the crap, guys."
None of them were listening, however. "Maybe he fell into a contaminated lake and mutated," Satochi suggested, sending the three of them in a new bout of laughter. Theories abounded, and Tatsurou vaguely noticed that the more they laughed, the redder Maeda's face turned.
"SHUT UP!" he boomed, finally earning himself silence, albeit punctuated by quiet snickers. "Now, listen to me-"
"No, you listen to me," Tatsurou said, getting up. "I don't know what Miya and you are up to, but that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. To think I could be playing Target in Sight now."
"You sit down," Maeda commanded, and his face was so red now that Tatsurou obeyed without a word, if only to spare him a heart attack. "I know it sounds completely unbelievable, but bear with me. Miya insisted that no concert be canceled, but he had a couple of interviews scheduled this month, so one of you guys will have to take over."
Tatsurou rolled his eyes. It couldn't possibly be that serious, if no concerts were canceled. However, knowing that did not alleviate his frustration in any way when he ended up inheriting Miya's interviews ("if they can't have the leader, let's give them the frontman" was Yukke and Satochi's excuse, and Maeda had whole-heartedly agreed with them). He attempted to protest, but Maeda rebuffed him harshly.
"All right! I'll call them and, well, I guess we'll wait until Miya wants to have a meeting." Maeda pointed at Satochi when the latter raised his hand questioningly. "Yes?"
"How do you know Miya is actually a girl and not just laughing really fucking hard at you right now?" he asked bluntly.
"... I saw him yesterday." Maeda cleared his throat. "He's... got all the right parts."
"I have a little experience with cross-dressing myself," Yukke started skeptically, eyebrow raised, "and tits are not the hardest thing to fake." Tatsurou had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing when he suddenly pictured Miya wearing Yuketsuko's wig and pantyhose, complete with his trademark goatee and inelegant demeanor.
"No, it's not just... a matter of tits," Maeda tried, obviously struggling to put into words whatever was on his mind. "It's... the weirdest thing I've ever seen. It's him, but... as a girl. That's exactly what it is."
Satochi was obviously very amused. "So he's got boobs now?"
"Yes."
"... And a pussy?"
"... Yes."
"... Did you see it?"
Maeda threw him a glare. "No, I haven't seen Miya's pussy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to call these people," he retorted angrily, raising his schedule book, and he left the meeting room before any of them had a chance to ask any more questions.
---
Tatsurou impulsively got off the train when he reached the station closest to Miya's place.
He had messaged him twice during the ride, but still hadn't gotten any reply by the time he made it to his apartment. He was starting to even doubt he was home, in which case his detour would turn out to be a splendid loss of time. However, as he approached Miya's apartment, he noticed that the lights were on in the living room, betraying the fact that he was most likely there. Tatsurou rang the doorbell, but no one answered. He rang a second time, then a third, and then a fourth, and concluded that Miya was ignoring him on purpose.
He wasn't even that far into his doorbell rendition of Beethoven's 5th symphony when he heard the familiar buzz of the hall door unlocking. Tatsurou smirked to himself as he opened it and made his way upstairs. The door of Miya's apartment was unlocked, so he went in and kicked his shoes off before looking for him. He found him sitting in front of his computer, hitting the keys angrily, his back to him.
"Care to explain what this is all about?" he asked, sitting on the bed.
Silence.
"... Yeah, I guess it must be really embarrassing, but I'm curious. Would you mind giving some details about your transformation?" Miya continued to pretend he wasn't there, so Tatsurou decided to keep the monologue up. "I mean, it's not every day you run into someone who has switched genders overnight. Yuketsuko's interested too. And there're a lot of things I just have to know. Do you, um... I dunno, do you cry when you watch Winnie the Pooh now? Do you like sweets? No, wait, you always did. ... Oh, I know! Does it feel breezier down there?"
More silence. This was getting tiresome. "Well, at least you have a brilliant career as a medical curiosity waiting for you if you ever flop as a musician," Tatsurou hissed, and Miya stopped typing only long enough to raise his middle finger at him from above his shoulder. "Ahhh, now I get it. You 'became a girl' as in you PMS like one. Makes sense."
This time, Miya looked over his shoulder to glare at him. This at least allowed Tatsurou to see that he was still the same good ol' Miya. Same hair, same chiseled cheekbones, same murderous expression.
"You know, I'm the one who's doing your interviews because you think you're really funny or whatever the fuck you think you're doing, so I'd at least like to know why the hell I'm-"
"For fuck's sake, will you shut the fuck up?" Miya said, detaching every word as he promptly got out of his computer chair and left the room.
Tatsurou blinked a couple of times in surprise, and couldn't help but laugh. He followed Miya into the kitchen, still chuckling. "Man, that's awesome. You really did sound like a girl just now. So what is it? A prank? A bet?"
Miya had apparently resorted to ignoring him again while he browsed the fridge, and Tatsurou crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the back of his silhouette. He snickered a bit, shaking his head, and watched as he briefly slid a hand under his shirt to scratch his side, revealing a triangle of pale skin and... the soft curve of his hip?
Tatsurou lost his smile at that. Even though Miya's sweatpants were on the baggy side, all he could see now was that they couldn't quite conceal the way his thin waist seemed to blossom into a shapely set of hips and a round butt. Long gone were the narrow hips and the chicken legs. Something was definitely not quite right with this picture, unless Miya had managed to put on some ridiculously flabby thighs within a week.
"... Miya?" was all Tatsurou could manage, his arms falling limp to his sides.
Miya took a plastic container out of the fridge and fished a spoon out of a drawer before sitting down. The container was filled with whipped cream, and he started eating it plain, avoiding Tatsurou's eyes while he stared at him. Now, he saw it. It wasn't the "same ol' Miya". Some details were - his lips were fuller, and his features softer. And most importantly, he saw them. Two small mounds of flesh that protruded from his chest, the erect nipples clearly visible through the cotton of his shirt.
"You... shaved?" Tatsurou asked stupidly, and Miya actually chuckled.
"Not exactly."
Tatsurou furrowed his brow at that. Miya's voice had always been on the high-pitched side, but there was no way in hell he could have managed a timbre that high without some helium involved. "I... buh... how...?" he blurted out confusedly.
Miya shrugged, shoving a spoonful of whipped cream into his mouth, then licked his lips. "I woke up like this."
He wasn't going to fall for it, Tatsurou told himself, and he finally managed to tear his gaze away from Miya's breasts. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You're totally messing with me. You're still pissed because of Akogare no Rock Star, and you found a way to change your voice, and... and yeah, you got a padded bra or something. And a really convincing makeup job. I bet Ao has something to do with thi-" Tatsurou's jaw fell when Miya roughly tugged his shirt up to reveal his chest.
They were definitely breasts. And what's more, they were flawless. Perky, firm and white, with light brown, well-defined areolas and nipples that begged to be-
He had to remind himself that they were attached to his bandmate's body.
"Does it look like a padded bra to you?" Miya had covered himself again and immediately gone back to his whipped cream.
Tatsurou swallowed difficultly. "... Can I see them again? I'm not convinced."
Even as a girl, Miya was not any less threatening when he was angry, and Tatsurou did not spend that much more time at his place.
---
The first thing Tatsurou did as he walked out of the apartment building was to whip his mobile out of his pocket. "wtf i just went to miyas place and hes really a girl now its really fucking disturbing," he quickly typed, selecting both Yukke and Satochi as the recipients. All he got was a "very funny" from Satochi, and Yukke never bothered dignifying his message with a reply.
The next time he saw them, however, they both knew better. Miya had invited the three of them to his place to discuss the upcoming concerts, and when Tatsurou got there, it seemed that everyone had adjusted remarkably well to the recent turn of events. It did take Tatsurou a little while to get used to Miya's new voice and his fuse now that it was even shorter than usual, but then again, it wasn't like it was without reason.
Besides, the eye candy definitely made up for it. Tatsurou was willing to put up with a little crankiness if he could stare at Miya's perky little breasts bouncing freely under his wife-beater in exchange.
"You're sure you wouldn't rather we postpone the concert?" he asked, scratching Gizmo under the chin. It was one of those rare instances when the beast didn't mind being touched by somebody other than Miya, and Tatsurou had seized the opportunity.
Miya shook his head energetically. "No. I mean, I really hope I won't, but what if I end up staying like this for a while? It's better to just get it done and over with."
"You're brave," Yukke said, and Tatsurou saw a genuine smile on Miya's lips for the first time in a rather long while.
"Well, I can still play the guitar, and I can distort my voice on the mic output so that I can do the back vocals myself. And I tried my stage outfit with the makeup and all, and I pretty much look the same. The only problem is, well, this." Miya gestured to his chest with a sigh. "I tried with a bandage roll, but I'm scared it won't hold for the whole show."
"I think they're damn fine," Satochi muttered absentmindedly, staring at the subject at hand, but Miya ignored him.
Tatsurou chuckled, moving his hand away when Gizmo started to growl lowly. "Maybe you didn't tie it tightly enough. Want me to try?"
"Sure. It's in the bathroom cabinet."
Tatsurou headed to the bathroom and found the roll of compression bandage before looking around for anything else that might come in handy. "Got it," he announced, walking back into the living room. "And I found duct tape, too."
"You're not putting duct tape anywhere near me," Miya warned, eyebrow raised.
"Why not? I think it's a brilliant idea," Satochi said with a smirk. "You could stick some on your nipples and do the show topless. I bet that'd get more guys to attend."
Tatsurou laughed, but bit his bottom lip when he saw Miya glaring at him. He walked up to him and put down the roll of duct tape on top of the TV screen. Maybe he could use it later on Yukke.
"You sure you don't wanna take off your shirt?" Satochi teased.
"Shut up."
"You're so damn sexy when you're mad, Miya."
Tatsurou was definitely having a hard time trying not to laugh, and a glance in Yukke's direction showed that he wasn't the only one. Miya sighed and raised his arms over his head so that Tatsurou could wrap the bandage around his chest, revealing two tufts of dark hair on his armpits. "You should really shave," he said, unable to keep himself from commenting on it.
"... Why would I?"
"You'd make a much cuter girl without hairy armpits. Just saying." Miya was obviously about to retort something, but his breath hitched when Tatsurou tightened the bandage around his chest, squeezing his breasts, and he remained quiet. He wrapped the whole roll around his torso before tying the ends in a tight knot. "How is it? Not too tight?"
"No. I think I'm good."
"Flat as a board," Yukke said.
Satochi nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Can we order pizza?"
Yukke promptly jumped to his feet to fetch the Pizza Hut flyer that was lying around on the coffee table while Miya headed inside the bathroom, probably to check the results in the mirror. They were already ready to order when he stepped back into the living room, seemingly satisfied with the result.
"Want the last piece? 'Else I'm taking it," Satochi later asked Miya, pointing at the box of bulgogi pizza, but Miya simply turned it down with a wave of his hand.
"You okay, Guccha?" Yukke asked, obviously concerned. Miya hadn't eaten much and he had been awfully quiet for most of the dinner.
"Not really. I'm really fucking sore."
Yukke wiped his hands with a napkin and moved behind Miya to work on untying the knot. "Figured this would be way too tight. Christ, can you even breathe? There's no way in hell you're doing the show with this." He finally managed to unwrap the bandage. Miya thanked him, rubbing the sides of his rib cage soothingly.
"Well, there's still the duct tape," Satochi joked, but nobody was really in the mood to laugh this time around.
"Why don't you just buy a sports bra or something? Most chicks look pretty flat when they have those on," Tatsurou tried, half-expecting Miya to throw a fit about how he would never stoop to wearing a bra.
However, he instead turned to look at him, shrugging a bit. "I thought about it, but..."
"... But?"
Miya shrugged for the second time, and it suddenly occurred to Tatsurou that the problem wasn't that he was opposed to the idea of buying a bra, but that he was simply too embarrassed to go to a lingerie store by himself. He smirked.
"It's worth a try. I'll go with you if that's what it takes."
---
"Spare me your comments, okay?"
"I didn't say anything," Tatsurou defended himself, looking Miya over from head to toe. Nothing mean, anyway. Miya looked fine.
He surprisingly made a more than decent girl when he actually wanted to. The three-quarter jeans he'd put on might not have fit his new curves perfectly, but at least half the population would be much too distracted by his butt to notice. The tomboyish and laid-back feel of his outfit looked as though it were completely on purpose.
Hell, Tatsurou wouldn't even be embarrassed if people assumed they were a couple.
He did feel irrationally embarrassed, however, when they stepped inside the only lingerie store the two of them seemed to know of. On impulse, he wrapped his hand around Miya's wordlessly.
"... What do you think you're doing?" Miya whispered, staring at him weirdly over his sunglasses.
"I'm your boyfriend as long as we're in here, 'kay?" Tatsurou mumbled.
Miya shrugged and let Tatsurou hold his hand as the two of them browsed the store. It carried an incredibly wide array of styles (the displays were divided into different sections like "casual", "cute" or "sexy"), and Tatsurou was having much more fun than he really should have by superposing the different models to the image of Miya's breasts he still had in his mind.
He was contemplating how Miya would look in a barely-there lacy contraption when the sound of nearby giggling pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see two high-school-age girls shopping in the same row as them, throwing amused glances in their direction. Or rather, in his direction, and just from the way they dressed (striped tights and Algonquins shirts), he could tell they had recognized him.
Just his luck.
Miya had apparently noticed as well, because his hand slipped out of Tatsurou's and he headed straight to the fitting rooms. "May I try those?" he asked the clerk, and promptly disappeared into the fitting room she led him to.
"Don't leave me alone, Miy-Miho-chan!" Tatsurou exclaimed, blurting out the first female name that crossed his mind. It was obvious that Miya was not going to come out again, however, so Tatsurou gave the clerk a sweet smile and entered Miya's fitting room under her astonished stare.
Miya let out a surprised yelp when Tatsurou stepped inside and closed the curtain behind himself. "What are you doing here?!"
"I'm not waiting around alone in a lingerie store. Especially not with fans lurking around."
"Way to go. I hope they don't start rumors about what a pervert you are now." Miya sighed, obviously annoyed, but Tatsurou was far more concerned by rumors about him dating Miya's sister or a scarily accurate cosplayer. He turned away from him and started to unbutton his shirt. "Don't look," he muttered under his breath.
"I'm not," Tatsurou lied. He watched Miya remove his shirt, revealing the smooth, pale skin of his back and arms, and let his eyes run along the soft curves of his shoulder blades and the delicious contour of his torso, down to the two inviting dimples at the lower part of his back. He briefly considered taking out his phone to snap a couple of pictures, but he didn't, if only because he knew he'd never get to look at Miya's naked back again if he got caught.
"This is too big, right?" Miya asked with a sigh when he'd finally managed to put on a first bra properly.
Tatsurou nodded, catching a glimpse of side boob and clean shaven armpit, and tried to sound detached when he spoke. "Yeah, definitely. You shaved?" he asked as he caught the size tag between his fingers to have a look at it.
"Oh, um, yeah. Figured I should look the part before coming here," Miya mumbled, and Tatsurou couldn't hold back a smirk at that. He lost the smile, however, when he realized that when it came down to it, he had no idea what the codes on the tag really stood for. Miya tried on a couple more bras labeled with different combinations of letters and numbers, but no amount of strap adjustment seemed to do the trick.
The two of them finally gave up.
"Miss, we need some help in here," Tatsurou called to the clerk's attention, sticking his head out of the cabin curtains.
She looked more amused than anything at this point. "How can I help you?" she asked, stepping inside the cabin. It was getting a little cramped with three people in there, and Tatsurou had to press his back against the wall to allow her to move freely.
"I can't figure out my size," Miya mumbled embarrassedly, the palms of his hands pressed against his breasts. He cleared his throat. "I lost a lot of weight recently."
He'd apparently found a good coverup, because the girl simply nodded, seemingly unfazed, and took a tape measure out of her pocket. She wrapped it around the underside of Miya's bust before wrapping it a second time around his breasts, apologizing profusely all the while. Tatsurou had to hold back a smirk when he noticed how red Miya had turned as the girl's gentle fingers worked around his chest. Was he getting aroused?
"You're probably a 65B," the clerk finally said. She left the room and came back a moment later with yet another bra of the same style before handing it to Miya. "This should fit. Please tell me if you need help with anything else." She bowed politely and left.
Tatsurou had to adjust the straps, but indeed, it fit perfectly. In any event, the bra did seem to provide the "absolute support and control" it advertised - Miya's chest wasn't perfectly flat, but with a shirt and a jacket on, no one would ever think he had anything more than sweet-tooth-induced chest fat underneath.
Miya purchased two bras of the style he'd tried on, and thankfully, the MUCCers were gone when they left the lingerie shop. "Sorry about that," he muttered as they started to walk towards the station. "And thanks for tagging along."
"No worries. It was definitely worth it just to watch another girl handle your tits." Tatsurou smirked, and Miya gave him a slight smile. "You were totally getting turned on in there, eh?"
Miya turned red again at that. "... Well, they are much more sensitive now," he admitted shyly.
Tatsurou laughed, taken aback by his honesty. "I guess this whole thing has its upsides as well, then, right?" The answer he expected never came, and he realized that Miya wasn't even walking next to him anymore. He finally spotted him a couple of meters down the street, gazing at the cake display of a coffee shop.
"Do you feel like having coffee by any chance?" Miya asked as Tatsurou walked up to him.
"Christ, at least tell me when you stop walking like that," he said, chuckling, and pushed the door of the coffee shop open. "Wouldn't want to lose sight of a cute girl like you."
"Shut up," Miya said, but for once, his tone was playful.
---
Miya walked out of the room, and Maeda's gaze followed him in such an obvious way that Tatsurou couldn't help but snort loudly.
"Someone's finding Miya rather hot now, eh?" he taunted.
A bright red hue colored Maeda's face when he turned to look at him. "I, uh... Was it that obvious?"
"Yep."
"It's okay, though. He is hot," Satochi said, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk. "Wish he didn't dress so baggy though. I'd like to see a bit more."
"Yeah, he's leaving way too much to the imagination," Yukke concurred.
Tatsurou chuckled and decided to drop his bomb. "Well, I can attest that he's got great tits under those baggy T-shirts," he said, and three pairs of eyes immediately turned to stare at him.
"... You saw Miya's tits?" Maeda asked in a whisper, throwing a glance towards the open door to make sure that Miya was not coming back yet.
"Yeah. Twice, actually," Tatsurou answered detachedly, basking in the attention and envy. "He showed them to me to prove he's really a girl now, and I got to see them again when he was trying on bras at the store."
"Fuck, I can't believe he showed them to you willingly!" Satochi exclaimed disbelievingly, smacking the palm of his hand on the table. "Did you get to touch them?"
Tatsurou shook his head. "Not yet," he answered truthfully. Sadly, watching a lingerie store clerk do it was probably as much as he was going to get.
Yukke leaned a bit closer. "What are they like?"
"Well..." Tatsurou leaned back into his chair comfortably, drumming a finger on his chin as if in deep thought. "They're really cute. Perky, round and bouncy, with smooth white skin and cute lil' nipples and-"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Miya interrupted, standing in the doorway, holding the effector he had left to get. The other four promptly sat back as if nothing had happened while he eyed them suspiciously. "Well?"
Satochi cleared his throat. "Tatsurou just said that he saw your tits," he started, and Tatsurou would have killed him if he hadn't been so curious to see how Miya would react to that, "and I wanna see them, too."
"... What?!"
Tatsurou would be long dead if glares could kill. He looked away innocently, pretending to not have noticed the way Miya was trying to melt his skull with his eyes.
"C'mon, Miya! It's not fair!" Satochi whined. "And Mae-chan wants to see them, too!"
"Don't drag me into this," Maeda muttered, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"None of you are seeing anything!" Miya barked, his cheeks hot pink.
Yukke turned away, a palm pressed to his mouth to repress his laughter, struggling to make it look like he was simply leaning casually. Tatsurou caught his eyes briefly and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing out loud.
"Can I touch them? At least through your shirt?"
"Satochi, quit it or I'll-"
"Come on, I'll let you touch my dick in exchange!"
The whole room burst into laughter at that, save for Miya, who practically threw the effector on the table before locking himself up in the adjacent studio.
---
Miya did not come out of the studio for the duration of the whole meeting, and their repeated attempts at talking to him were systematically met with silence. He obviously couldn't hear them if he was playing the guitar with his headphones on - that or he was ignoring them on purpose, in which case the odds were that he'd never come out again.
"I'll be on my way," Yukke said first, gathering his things and waving at the others before leaving. Satochi and Maeda followed suit soon after, and as he picked up his jacket, Tatsurou decided to try and apologize to Miya one last time. He hadn't thought he would take it that badly, and now he felt kind of guilty.
He was about to knock on the door of the studio when it suddenly burst open and almost hit him in the face.
"Shit, you scared me," Tatsurou blurted out, his heart racing in surprise. "Are you okay?"
It turned out to be a stupid question, and Tatsurou mentally kicked himself when he took a proper look at Miya's face and noticed that his eyes were red and puffy. "I thought you had left," he muttered, walking straight past him to get his guitar case. He carefully set his Dragonfly into it and zipped it closed.
"I was about to, but I felt kinda bad about earlier and..." Tatsurou let out a loud sigh. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I would have told Satochi to shut it if I'd known."
"It's not that. I'm just tired," Miya answered with a light shrug.
"... Tired? And you were crying because of it?"
Miya sighed heavily and let himself flop onto the couch. "I play like shit."
Tatsurou snorted despite himself. That was a new one. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked as he sat down next to him.
Miya raised both of his hands in front of him. They were small, pleasant to look at, with thin, delicate fingers and nails trimmed short. "My hands are smaller," he explained, "and it makes it much harder to play because I'm not used to it, and I keep hitting the wrong notes all the fucking time..." His voice trailed off as tears welled up in his eyes.
All Tatsurou could do was stare in horror as Miya started to cry for good. He had no idea what to do. He knew what he would have done had it been a girl, and he knew what he would have done had it been Miya (normal, titless, guy Miya, that is, not that him breaking down like that would have ever happened then), but now he was beyond confused. He struggled mentally for a few seconds before finally pulling him into a tight hug.
It apparently hadn't been the best idea, though, because Miya became as stiff as a board. "What are you doing?"
"... Uh, hugging you," Tatsurou replied as he let go of him, embarrassed.
Miya sniffled and gave him a faint smile. "You've never hugged me before."
"I've never seen you cry before," Tatsurou answered with a shrug.
"Fair enough." Against all expectations, Miya leaned against Tatsurou and buried his face in the curve of his shoulder.
Tatsurou wrapped his arms around him again and started to caress his back comfortingly. "Just practice again later when you're well-rested, and I'm sure you'll get the hang of it quickly. It's not like your talent disappeared with your dick," he tried in an attempt to make Miya laugh. It mostly failed - Miya emitted a sound that was halfway between laughter and sob, and Tatsurou definitely regretted what he'd just said when he felt Miya's fist connect hard with his ribs.
"Fuck you," he said, breaking away from the hug to dry his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater.
Tatsurou chuckled, rubbing his side. "I'm serious, though. I know it's overwhelming, but you're strong. I probably would have blown my own brains off already if I was in your place." He paused, realizing that it probably wasn't the most comforting to say. "Um, well. Anyway. What I really mean is that you can do it," he added clumsily, trying to make up for all the stupidity he'd just spouted.
"Thank you," Miya said quietly, and he gave Tatsurou a sad smile that only managed to make him feel perfectly worthless. He got up and took his guitar case, adjusting the strap on his shoulder. "Guess I'll head home now."
"I'm sorry, Miya."
"Don't be," he replied dismissively, and he was about to leave the studio when Tatsurou tried desperately:
"... You wanna go for ice cream?"
Much to his surprise, Miya turned to face him, his lips curving upwards in an adorable smile. "I never say no to ice cream."
---
They got off at Shinjuku station and made their way to a nearby Cold Stone Creamery. Miya took forever poring over the topping list before finally settling for a three-flavor combination that had actual cake in it and came in a fucking chocolate waffle bowl. By the time the staff started to sing a Lilo & Stitch song, Tatsurou had sworn he would never step in there ever again.
To top it all off, a couple of women waiting in line behind them shot him dirty glares when Miya took out his own wallet to pay.
"Forget it, it's on me," Tatsurou mumbled, and immediately wished he hadn't suggested it when he realized that the total amounted to 1150 fucking yen.
"If I'd known you'd be paying I would've ordered something cheaper," Miya said sheepishly as they sat down at the back - far, far back - of the establishment. "Thank you."
"Don't worry about it. Whatever makes you feel better," Tatsurou replied with a shrug. There went his next evening at the local comic café.
Miya nodded his head a little, trying for a smile that failed at being convincing. He started to eat his ice cream in silence, and, when it became clear that he wouldn't say anything, Tatsurou resorted to staring out the window absentmindedly and sipping on his tiny cup of water. He didn't have much to say himself. What Miya had told him earlier in the studio kept spinning around and around in his head. He was starting to feel nervous about the concert, and that wasn't a good sign.
Eventually, Miya finished his waffle, wiped the chocolate off his fingers and crumpled the napkin in his hand before putting it down on the table with a loud sigh. Only then did he finally start talking - and he did plenty of that.
"I don't know what to do anymore," he mumbled when he started to run out of steam, his forehead pressed against the palm of his hand. "I mean, I'm going to have to return my mom's calls at some point. I don't want to know what she'd do if she saw me like this," he added with a disheartened laugh.
Probably nothing Miya could come up with would surprise that woman anymore at this point, Tatsurou thought, but he figured it was wiser to hold his tongue. "Well, you never know. You might switch back eventually."
"I'm not so sure," Miya sighed. "I mean, it's never happened to anyone before. People usually pay millions of yen to get there, if they want it in the first place, that is."
"If worse comes to worst, you could always get surgery the other way around," Tatsurou suggested jokingly, earning himself a glare. "Sorry, man. But if it's happened once, it's gotta happen again at some point."
"But I don't know when, though, and that's the problem."
Tatsurou shrugged. "Just... try and enjoy yourself while it lasts?" he tried, perfectly aware of how useless his suggestion was. He actually had to pause and think about any upsides. "Multiple orgasms? Sleeping with straight guys? Lesbian flings?"
"Very funny," Miya interrupted before he could come up with anything else. "I'm not gonna try that shit when I'm not even able to get myself off."
"... What?"
"What, what?"
"You haven't come once as a girl?"
Miya sighed loudly, and Tatsurou noticed a hint of a blush on his face. "No, I haven't."
"... Want me to try?"
He looked at him like he had grown another head and sat straight in his chair, tensing up. "Try what exactly?"
"Getting you off."
"I'm not sleeping with you, Tatsurou. Don't even think about it."
Tatsurou laughed despite himself. This had to be the most insane conversation he had ever had, and he felt the irrepressible need to push the envelope, if only to see Miya's reaction. "We don't have to go all the way. I mean, I like to go down on girls, and you happen to be one now. Seems like it works out for both of us."
Judging from Miya's expression, Tatsurou would probably end up jobless any minute now, but he instead stood up wordlessly and went to throw out his napkin and plastic spoon in the nearest trash can. He stayed there for several seconds, his back to him, apparently in deep thought. He was probably considering the most painful way to kill him, Tatsurou figured.
Miya walked up to him again after a moment, and Tatsurou was about to apologize when, against all expectations, he flatly asked, "Wanna come to my place?"
---
"You know," Tatsurou started, throwing the blanket off his head with an exasperated sigh, "it's no surprise you can't come if you keep fretting like that."
"I didn't think it was that complicated for a girl to have an orgasm," Miya said, eyes shut tight in order not to look at him. "What if the girls I've been with before were faking?"
"Forget about it for now, okay?" Tatsurou said, struggling to keep the annoyance from seeping into his voice. He ran a hand up Miya's thigh and flicked his thumb at his clit, causing him to twitch in surprise. "Just relax and try to-"
"Don't touch me while you're talking. It's disturbing."
"Fine. Whatever. Just imagine it's Yaguchi Mari or something," Tatsurou gritted between his teeth as he went back under the covers. This was turning out to be the most awkward sexual experience he had had to date, which was saying a lot - he'd had plenty.
Apparently, he should have said that ten minutes ago, because Miya remained quiet after that. Tatsurou started to caress his hips again, slowly moving his hands up to his belly and down to his thighs again. Miya eventually stopped squirming nervously and Tatsurou took it to mean that he could finally move on to more advanced things. He gently pressed his mouth to Miya's inner thigh and worked slow kisses on his skin as he cautiously reached between his legs again. He vaguely heard Miya sigh from beyond the blanket, and he could only hope it was in a good way.
He brushed his thumb against Miya's clit, once, then twice, before starting to rub it gently while his mouth moved along Miya's hips to suck on the warm skin of his belly. He steadily increased both the pressure and the pace of his fingertips, tongue darting into his navel and his teeth grazing the skin of his stomach teasingly.
Not the slightest reaction from Miya, however, not even after he'd kissed and fingered him for a while - until Tatsurou finally slid the tip of his forefinger inside him. He got an indignant sound out of Miya at that, but at least he had the confirmation that his efforts were not in vain - he was wet. Very wet.
Grinning to himself, Tatsurou propped himself up on his elbows and wrapped both of his arms around Miya's thighs before getting to work. He felt Miya tense up a bit when he gave his clit a long lick, but he thankfully didn't say anything, and Tatsurou started to suck on it, gently at first, and then with increasing intensity. He let one of his hands slide upwards and under Miya's shirt until he reached one of his breasts, cupping it before starting to caress it slowly, feeling Miya's chest heave fast under his fingers.
It seemed he had picked up the right pace, because one of Miya's hands soon slid under the covers to grab at his hair. Tatsurou winced at the slight pain but kept on sucking and licking until Miya muttered a breathless "I'm gonna come". At least Tatsurou was half-expecting it when his hips jerked upwards and hit him in the face. The soft cry of pleasure Miya let out managed to all but make him forget the dull pain in his scalp and nose, though, and much in spite of himself, he felt his cock twitch in his pants in response.
Tatsurou kept on sucking and licking until Miya was done coming, and he licked his lips before throwing the blanket off his head and sitting up on the bed.
"So? How was your first orgasm as a girl?"
"Good," Miya said, out of breath. "Thanks."
"At your service," he added facetiously. He'd expected Miya to either snort or tell him off, but strangely, he curled up under the covers and rolled onto his side, facing away from him.
Tatsurou raised a brow at that. He'd almost hoped Miya wouldn't mind giving him a handjob or something in exchange, but obviously that was out of the question now. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"... Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Just leave me alone for now, 'kay?" Miya muttered, still not looking at him. He didn't even sound angry or irritated, which was all the more worrying.
Tatsurou opened his mouth to say something, but decided it was probably better not to. He didn't even feel like jacking off frantically in the bathroom as he had originally planned, so he simply got up and left Miya's place.
Author: stupeur
Beta: cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tatsurou x Miya
Summary: Tatsurou was never interested in Miya in that way, but after growing a pair of tits, he's, well, he's kinda hot.
Notes: Erm, first post in six months, and it's a genderswap 'cause I'm crazy like that. :D; I haven't seen that many of them in the Jrock fandom and I'm pretty sure this is a first with MUCC, so I just had to do it. Anyway, just to avoid confusion: Miya randomly turns into a girl (and no, there's no explanation for it) and still identifies as a guy throughout the whole thing, so this is far from being a het fic in the strict sense. That said, if things like "Miya's clit" squick you out, you might wanna skip that one. XD Much love to hanako for the absolutely brilliant header picture. ♥
Tatsurou should have known that something wasn't quite right.
When Miya sent him a text message that read "meeting canceled. will mail again", though, all that was on his mind was the afternoon he could finally spend alone with his Playstation 3.
But it should have been obvious. After all, no one was surprised anymore when Miya overslept and arrived late at their meetings, but outright canceling their plans? That had never happened in almost a decade. Still, Tatsurou hadn't thought twice about it, not even a couple of days later, when Maeda, their manager, contacted him for a meeting in the evening that same day.
Only when he stepped into the meeting room and noticed that Miya was missing did he finally put two and two together. "Miya's overslept again?" he tried. It was eight, which was usually around lunchtime for Miya and made it unlikely that he'd still be sleeping, but with him, you never knew.
"... Miya's not coming today," Maeda started nervously, scratching the back of his head. "He asked me to talk to you guys about something very important. You'd better sit down, Tatsurou."
Tatsurou frowned and complied. That wasn't reassuring in the least. "What's up?"
"... Some, uh, issues have arisen concerning Miya, and we'll need to-"
"What happened?" Satochi interrupted.
Maeda cleared his throat, avoiding their eyes as he started to fiddle with his pen. "I'm afraid it's personal. You'll have to ask Miya himsel-"
Tatsurou rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap. We'll figure it out sooner or later. Why don't you just tell us so we can stop worrying?" he said, and saw Yukke and Satochi nodding out of the corner of his eye.
"All right." Maeda sighed. "Miya's a girl now."
Complete and utter silence fell onto the room, and Satochi was the first to break it:
"You mean he's like... a trannie?" he asked, barely able to conceal the fright in his voice.
Maeda shook his head. "No, I mean that he's... literally turned into one."
Silence again, until Tatsurou, Yukke and Satochi all burst into laughter together, as if on cue.
"Let me guess," Tatsurou started when he was finally able to speak again, wiping a tear that was about to escape his eye with the knuckle of his index finger, "you lost a bet, right? Was it against Comet-san?"
"Fuck you," Maeda gritted between his teeth, not amused in the least. "I'm serious. I mean, I know it sounds ridiculous. I had no idea it could happen, but, well, it did somehow. Miya's a girl."
"I believe you," Yukke announced, looking completely serious, and Tatsurou caught a hopeful glint in Maeda's eyes. "Maybe he's got some frog genes and we never knew."
"Or shrimp," Tatsurou added while Satochi was laughing himself silly, hitting the table repeatedly with his fist.
"Cut the crap, guys."
None of them were listening, however. "Maybe he fell into a contaminated lake and mutated," Satochi suggested, sending the three of them in a new bout of laughter. Theories abounded, and Tatsurou vaguely noticed that the more they laughed, the redder Maeda's face turned.
"SHUT UP!" he boomed, finally earning himself silence, albeit punctuated by quiet snickers. "Now, listen to me-"
"No, you listen to me," Tatsurou said, getting up. "I don't know what Miya and you are up to, but that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. To think I could be playing Target in Sight now."
"You sit down," Maeda commanded, and his face was so red now that Tatsurou obeyed without a word, if only to spare him a heart attack. "I know it sounds completely unbelievable, but bear with me. Miya insisted that no concert be canceled, but he had a couple of interviews scheduled this month, so one of you guys will have to take over."
Tatsurou rolled his eyes. It couldn't possibly be that serious, if no concerts were canceled. However, knowing that did not alleviate his frustration in any way when he ended up inheriting Miya's interviews ("if they can't have the leader, let's give them the frontman" was Yukke and Satochi's excuse, and Maeda had whole-heartedly agreed with them). He attempted to protest, but Maeda rebuffed him harshly.
"All right! I'll call them and, well, I guess we'll wait until Miya wants to have a meeting." Maeda pointed at Satochi when the latter raised his hand questioningly. "Yes?"
"How do you know Miya is actually a girl and not just laughing really fucking hard at you right now?" he asked bluntly.
"... I saw him yesterday." Maeda cleared his throat. "He's... got all the right parts."
"I have a little experience with cross-dressing myself," Yukke started skeptically, eyebrow raised, "and tits are not the hardest thing to fake." Tatsurou had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing when he suddenly pictured Miya wearing Yuketsuko's wig and pantyhose, complete with his trademark goatee and inelegant demeanor.
"No, it's not just... a matter of tits," Maeda tried, obviously struggling to put into words whatever was on his mind. "It's... the weirdest thing I've ever seen. It's him, but... as a girl. That's exactly what it is."
Satochi was obviously very amused. "So he's got boobs now?"
"Yes."
"... And a pussy?"
"... Yes."
"... Did you see it?"
Maeda threw him a glare. "No, I haven't seen Miya's pussy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to call these people," he retorted angrily, raising his schedule book, and he left the meeting room before any of them had a chance to ask any more questions.
---
Tatsurou impulsively got off the train when he reached the station closest to Miya's place.
He had messaged him twice during the ride, but still hadn't gotten any reply by the time he made it to his apartment. He was starting to even doubt he was home, in which case his detour would turn out to be a splendid loss of time. However, as he approached Miya's apartment, he noticed that the lights were on in the living room, betraying the fact that he was most likely there. Tatsurou rang the doorbell, but no one answered. He rang a second time, then a third, and then a fourth, and concluded that Miya was ignoring him on purpose.
He wasn't even that far into his doorbell rendition of Beethoven's 5th symphony when he heard the familiar buzz of the hall door unlocking. Tatsurou smirked to himself as he opened it and made his way upstairs. The door of Miya's apartment was unlocked, so he went in and kicked his shoes off before looking for him. He found him sitting in front of his computer, hitting the keys angrily, his back to him.
"Care to explain what this is all about?" he asked, sitting on the bed.
Silence.
"... Yeah, I guess it must be really embarrassing, but I'm curious. Would you mind giving some details about your transformation?" Miya continued to pretend he wasn't there, so Tatsurou decided to keep the monologue up. "I mean, it's not every day you run into someone who has switched genders overnight. Yuketsuko's interested too. And there're a lot of things I just have to know. Do you, um... I dunno, do you cry when you watch Winnie the Pooh now? Do you like sweets? No, wait, you always did. ... Oh, I know! Does it feel breezier down there?"
More silence. This was getting tiresome. "Well, at least you have a brilliant career as a medical curiosity waiting for you if you ever flop as a musician," Tatsurou hissed, and Miya stopped typing only long enough to raise his middle finger at him from above his shoulder. "Ahhh, now I get it. You 'became a girl' as in you PMS like one. Makes sense."
This time, Miya looked over his shoulder to glare at him. This at least allowed Tatsurou to see that he was still the same good ol' Miya. Same hair, same chiseled cheekbones, same murderous expression.
"You know, I'm the one who's doing your interviews because you think you're really funny or whatever the fuck you think you're doing, so I'd at least like to know why the hell I'm-"
"For fuck's sake, will you shut the fuck up?" Miya said, detaching every word as he promptly got out of his computer chair and left the room.
Tatsurou blinked a couple of times in surprise, and couldn't help but laugh. He followed Miya into the kitchen, still chuckling. "Man, that's awesome. You really did sound like a girl just now. So what is it? A prank? A bet?"
Miya had apparently resorted to ignoring him again while he browsed the fridge, and Tatsurou crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the back of his silhouette. He snickered a bit, shaking his head, and watched as he briefly slid a hand under his shirt to scratch his side, revealing a triangle of pale skin and... the soft curve of his hip?
Tatsurou lost his smile at that. Even though Miya's sweatpants were on the baggy side, all he could see now was that they couldn't quite conceal the way his thin waist seemed to blossom into a shapely set of hips and a round butt. Long gone were the narrow hips and the chicken legs. Something was definitely not quite right with this picture, unless Miya had managed to put on some ridiculously flabby thighs within a week.
"... Miya?" was all Tatsurou could manage, his arms falling limp to his sides.
Miya took a plastic container out of the fridge and fished a spoon out of a drawer before sitting down. The container was filled with whipped cream, and he started eating it plain, avoiding Tatsurou's eyes while he stared at him. Now, he saw it. It wasn't the "same ol' Miya". Some details were - his lips were fuller, and his features softer. And most importantly, he saw them. Two small mounds of flesh that protruded from his chest, the erect nipples clearly visible through the cotton of his shirt.
"You... shaved?" Tatsurou asked stupidly, and Miya actually chuckled.
"Not exactly."
Tatsurou furrowed his brow at that. Miya's voice had always been on the high-pitched side, but there was no way in hell he could have managed a timbre that high without some helium involved. "I... buh... how...?" he blurted out confusedly.
Miya shrugged, shoving a spoonful of whipped cream into his mouth, then licked his lips. "I woke up like this."
He wasn't going to fall for it, Tatsurou told himself, and he finally managed to tear his gaze away from Miya's breasts. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You're totally messing with me. You're still pissed because of Akogare no Rock Star, and you found a way to change your voice, and... and yeah, you got a padded bra or something. And a really convincing makeup job. I bet Ao has something to do with thi-" Tatsurou's jaw fell when Miya roughly tugged his shirt up to reveal his chest.
They were definitely breasts. And what's more, they were flawless. Perky, firm and white, with light brown, well-defined areolas and nipples that begged to be-
He had to remind himself that they were attached to his bandmate's body.
"Does it look like a padded bra to you?" Miya had covered himself again and immediately gone back to his whipped cream.
Tatsurou swallowed difficultly. "... Can I see them again? I'm not convinced."
Even as a girl, Miya was not any less threatening when he was angry, and Tatsurou did not spend that much more time at his place.
---
The first thing Tatsurou did as he walked out of the apartment building was to whip his mobile out of his pocket. "wtf i just went to miyas place and hes really a girl now its really fucking disturbing," he quickly typed, selecting both Yukke and Satochi as the recipients. All he got was a "very funny" from Satochi, and Yukke never bothered dignifying his message with a reply.
The next time he saw them, however, they both knew better. Miya had invited the three of them to his place to discuss the upcoming concerts, and when Tatsurou got there, it seemed that everyone had adjusted remarkably well to the recent turn of events. It did take Tatsurou a little while to get used to Miya's new voice and his fuse now that it was even shorter than usual, but then again, it wasn't like it was without reason.
Besides, the eye candy definitely made up for it. Tatsurou was willing to put up with a little crankiness if he could stare at Miya's perky little breasts bouncing freely under his wife-beater in exchange.
"You're sure you wouldn't rather we postpone the concert?" he asked, scratching Gizmo under the chin. It was one of those rare instances when the beast didn't mind being touched by somebody other than Miya, and Tatsurou had seized the opportunity.
Miya shook his head energetically. "No. I mean, I really hope I won't, but what if I end up staying like this for a while? It's better to just get it done and over with."
"You're brave," Yukke said, and Tatsurou saw a genuine smile on Miya's lips for the first time in a rather long while.
"Well, I can still play the guitar, and I can distort my voice on the mic output so that I can do the back vocals myself. And I tried my stage outfit with the makeup and all, and I pretty much look the same. The only problem is, well, this." Miya gestured to his chest with a sigh. "I tried with a bandage roll, but I'm scared it won't hold for the whole show."
"I think they're damn fine," Satochi muttered absentmindedly, staring at the subject at hand, but Miya ignored him.
Tatsurou chuckled, moving his hand away when Gizmo started to growl lowly. "Maybe you didn't tie it tightly enough. Want me to try?"
"Sure. It's in the bathroom cabinet."
Tatsurou headed to the bathroom and found the roll of compression bandage before looking around for anything else that might come in handy. "Got it," he announced, walking back into the living room. "And I found duct tape, too."
"You're not putting duct tape anywhere near me," Miya warned, eyebrow raised.
"Why not? I think it's a brilliant idea," Satochi said with a smirk. "You could stick some on your nipples and do the show topless. I bet that'd get more guys to attend."
Tatsurou laughed, but bit his bottom lip when he saw Miya glaring at him. He walked up to him and put down the roll of duct tape on top of the TV screen. Maybe he could use it later on Yukke.
"You sure you don't wanna take off your shirt?" Satochi teased.
"Shut up."
"You're so damn sexy when you're mad, Miya."
Tatsurou was definitely having a hard time trying not to laugh, and a glance in Yukke's direction showed that he wasn't the only one. Miya sighed and raised his arms over his head so that Tatsurou could wrap the bandage around his chest, revealing two tufts of dark hair on his armpits. "You should really shave," he said, unable to keep himself from commenting on it.
"... Why would I?"
"You'd make a much cuter girl without hairy armpits. Just saying." Miya was obviously about to retort something, but his breath hitched when Tatsurou tightened the bandage around his chest, squeezing his breasts, and he remained quiet. He wrapped the whole roll around his torso before tying the ends in a tight knot. "How is it? Not too tight?"
"No. I think I'm good."
"Flat as a board," Yukke said.
Satochi nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Can we order pizza?"
Yukke promptly jumped to his feet to fetch the Pizza Hut flyer that was lying around on the coffee table while Miya headed inside the bathroom, probably to check the results in the mirror. They were already ready to order when he stepped back into the living room, seemingly satisfied with the result.
"Want the last piece? 'Else I'm taking it," Satochi later asked Miya, pointing at the box of bulgogi pizza, but Miya simply turned it down with a wave of his hand.
"You okay, Guccha?" Yukke asked, obviously concerned. Miya hadn't eaten much and he had been awfully quiet for most of the dinner.
"Not really. I'm really fucking sore."
Yukke wiped his hands with a napkin and moved behind Miya to work on untying the knot. "Figured this would be way too tight. Christ, can you even breathe? There's no way in hell you're doing the show with this." He finally managed to unwrap the bandage. Miya thanked him, rubbing the sides of his rib cage soothingly.
"Well, there's still the duct tape," Satochi joked, but nobody was really in the mood to laugh this time around.
"Why don't you just buy a sports bra or something? Most chicks look pretty flat when they have those on," Tatsurou tried, half-expecting Miya to throw a fit about how he would never stoop to wearing a bra.
However, he instead turned to look at him, shrugging a bit. "I thought about it, but..."
"... But?"
Miya shrugged for the second time, and it suddenly occurred to Tatsurou that the problem wasn't that he was opposed to the idea of buying a bra, but that he was simply too embarrassed to go to a lingerie store by himself. He smirked.
"It's worth a try. I'll go with you if that's what it takes."
---
"Spare me your comments, okay?"
"I didn't say anything," Tatsurou defended himself, looking Miya over from head to toe. Nothing mean, anyway. Miya looked fine.
He surprisingly made a more than decent girl when he actually wanted to. The three-quarter jeans he'd put on might not have fit his new curves perfectly, but at least half the population would be much too distracted by his butt to notice. The tomboyish and laid-back feel of his outfit looked as though it were completely on purpose.
Hell, Tatsurou wouldn't even be embarrassed if people assumed they were a couple.
He did feel irrationally embarrassed, however, when they stepped inside the only lingerie store the two of them seemed to know of. On impulse, he wrapped his hand around Miya's wordlessly.
"... What do you think you're doing?" Miya whispered, staring at him weirdly over his sunglasses.
"I'm your boyfriend as long as we're in here, 'kay?" Tatsurou mumbled.
Miya shrugged and let Tatsurou hold his hand as the two of them browsed the store. It carried an incredibly wide array of styles (the displays were divided into different sections like "casual", "cute" or "sexy"), and Tatsurou was having much more fun than he really should have by superposing the different models to the image of Miya's breasts he still had in his mind.
He was contemplating how Miya would look in a barely-there lacy contraption when the sound of nearby giggling pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see two high-school-age girls shopping in the same row as them, throwing amused glances in their direction. Or rather, in his direction, and just from the way they dressed (striped tights and Algonquins shirts), he could tell they had recognized him.
Just his luck.
Miya had apparently noticed as well, because his hand slipped out of Tatsurou's and he headed straight to the fitting rooms. "May I try those?" he asked the clerk, and promptly disappeared into the fitting room she led him to.
"Don't leave me alone, Miy-Miho-chan!" Tatsurou exclaimed, blurting out the first female name that crossed his mind. It was obvious that Miya was not going to come out again, however, so Tatsurou gave the clerk a sweet smile and entered Miya's fitting room under her astonished stare.
Miya let out a surprised yelp when Tatsurou stepped inside and closed the curtain behind himself. "What are you doing here?!"
"I'm not waiting around alone in a lingerie store. Especially not with fans lurking around."
"Way to go. I hope they don't start rumors about what a pervert you are now." Miya sighed, obviously annoyed, but Tatsurou was far more concerned by rumors about him dating Miya's sister or a scarily accurate cosplayer. He turned away from him and started to unbutton his shirt. "Don't look," he muttered under his breath.
"I'm not," Tatsurou lied. He watched Miya remove his shirt, revealing the smooth, pale skin of his back and arms, and let his eyes run along the soft curves of his shoulder blades and the delicious contour of his torso, down to the two inviting dimples at the lower part of his back. He briefly considered taking out his phone to snap a couple of pictures, but he didn't, if only because he knew he'd never get to look at Miya's naked back again if he got caught.
"This is too big, right?" Miya asked with a sigh when he'd finally managed to put on a first bra properly.
Tatsurou nodded, catching a glimpse of side boob and clean shaven armpit, and tried to sound detached when he spoke. "Yeah, definitely. You shaved?" he asked as he caught the size tag between his fingers to have a look at it.
"Oh, um, yeah. Figured I should look the part before coming here," Miya mumbled, and Tatsurou couldn't hold back a smirk at that. He lost the smile, however, when he realized that when it came down to it, he had no idea what the codes on the tag really stood for. Miya tried on a couple more bras labeled with different combinations of letters and numbers, but no amount of strap adjustment seemed to do the trick.
The two of them finally gave up.
"Miss, we need some help in here," Tatsurou called to the clerk's attention, sticking his head out of the cabin curtains.
She looked more amused than anything at this point. "How can I help you?" she asked, stepping inside the cabin. It was getting a little cramped with three people in there, and Tatsurou had to press his back against the wall to allow her to move freely.
"I can't figure out my size," Miya mumbled embarrassedly, the palms of his hands pressed against his breasts. He cleared his throat. "I lost a lot of weight recently."
He'd apparently found a good coverup, because the girl simply nodded, seemingly unfazed, and took a tape measure out of her pocket. She wrapped it around the underside of Miya's bust before wrapping it a second time around his breasts, apologizing profusely all the while. Tatsurou had to hold back a smirk when he noticed how red Miya had turned as the girl's gentle fingers worked around his chest. Was he getting aroused?
"You're probably a 65B," the clerk finally said. She left the room and came back a moment later with yet another bra of the same style before handing it to Miya. "This should fit. Please tell me if you need help with anything else." She bowed politely and left.
Tatsurou had to adjust the straps, but indeed, it fit perfectly. In any event, the bra did seem to provide the "absolute support and control" it advertised - Miya's chest wasn't perfectly flat, but with a shirt and a jacket on, no one would ever think he had anything more than sweet-tooth-induced chest fat underneath.
Miya purchased two bras of the style he'd tried on, and thankfully, the MUCCers were gone when they left the lingerie shop. "Sorry about that," he muttered as they started to walk towards the station. "And thanks for tagging along."
"No worries. It was definitely worth it just to watch another girl handle your tits." Tatsurou smirked, and Miya gave him a slight smile. "You were totally getting turned on in there, eh?"
Miya turned red again at that. "... Well, they are much more sensitive now," he admitted shyly.
Tatsurou laughed, taken aback by his honesty. "I guess this whole thing has its upsides as well, then, right?" The answer he expected never came, and he realized that Miya wasn't even walking next to him anymore. He finally spotted him a couple of meters down the street, gazing at the cake display of a coffee shop.
"Do you feel like having coffee by any chance?" Miya asked as Tatsurou walked up to him.
"Christ, at least tell me when you stop walking like that," he said, chuckling, and pushed the door of the coffee shop open. "Wouldn't want to lose sight of a cute girl like you."
"Shut up," Miya said, but for once, his tone was playful.
---
Miya walked out of the room, and Maeda's gaze followed him in such an obvious way that Tatsurou couldn't help but snort loudly.
"Someone's finding Miya rather hot now, eh?" he taunted.
A bright red hue colored Maeda's face when he turned to look at him. "I, uh... Was it that obvious?"
"Yep."
"It's okay, though. He is hot," Satochi said, one corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk. "Wish he didn't dress so baggy though. I'd like to see a bit more."
"Yeah, he's leaving way too much to the imagination," Yukke concurred.
Tatsurou chuckled and decided to drop his bomb. "Well, I can attest that he's got great tits under those baggy T-shirts," he said, and three pairs of eyes immediately turned to stare at him.
"... You saw Miya's tits?" Maeda asked in a whisper, throwing a glance towards the open door to make sure that Miya was not coming back yet.
"Yeah. Twice, actually," Tatsurou answered detachedly, basking in the attention and envy. "He showed them to me to prove he's really a girl now, and I got to see them again when he was trying on bras at the store."
"Fuck, I can't believe he showed them to you willingly!" Satochi exclaimed disbelievingly, smacking the palm of his hand on the table. "Did you get to touch them?"
Tatsurou shook his head. "Not yet," he answered truthfully. Sadly, watching a lingerie store clerk do it was probably as much as he was going to get.
Yukke leaned a bit closer. "What are they like?"
"Well..." Tatsurou leaned back into his chair comfortably, drumming a finger on his chin as if in deep thought. "They're really cute. Perky, round and bouncy, with smooth white skin and cute lil' nipples and-"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Miya interrupted, standing in the doorway, holding the effector he had left to get. The other four promptly sat back as if nothing had happened while he eyed them suspiciously. "Well?"
Satochi cleared his throat. "Tatsurou just said that he saw your tits," he started, and Tatsurou would have killed him if he hadn't been so curious to see how Miya would react to that, "and I wanna see them, too."
"... What?!"
Tatsurou would be long dead if glares could kill. He looked away innocently, pretending to not have noticed the way Miya was trying to melt his skull with his eyes.
"C'mon, Miya! It's not fair!" Satochi whined. "And Mae-chan wants to see them, too!"
"Don't drag me into this," Maeda muttered, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"None of you are seeing anything!" Miya barked, his cheeks hot pink.
Yukke turned away, a palm pressed to his mouth to repress his laughter, struggling to make it look like he was simply leaning casually. Tatsurou caught his eyes briefly and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing out loud.
"Can I touch them? At least through your shirt?"
"Satochi, quit it or I'll-"
"Come on, I'll let you touch my dick in exchange!"
The whole room burst into laughter at that, save for Miya, who practically threw the effector on the table before locking himself up in the adjacent studio.
---
Miya did not come out of the studio for the duration of the whole meeting, and their repeated attempts at talking to him were systematically met with silence. He obviously couldn't hear them if he was playing the guitar with his headphones on - that or he was ignoring them on purpose, in which case the odds were that he'd never come out again.
"I'll be on my way," Yukke said first, gathering his things and waving at the others before leaving. Satochi and Maeda followed suit soon after, and as he picked up his jacket, Tatsurou decided to try and apologize to Miya one last time. He hadn't thought he would take it that badly, and now he felt kind of guilty.
He was about to knock on the door of the studio when it suddenly burst open and almost hit him in the face.
"Shit, you scared me," Tatsurou blurted out, his heart racing in surprise. "Are you okay?"
It turned out to be a stupid question, and Tatsurou mentally kicked himself when he took a proper look at Miya's face and noticed that his eyes were red and puffy. "I thought you had left," he muttered, walking straight past him to get his guitar case. He carefully set his Dragonfly into it and zipped it closed.
"I was about to, but I felt kinda bad about earlier and..." Tatsurou let out a loud sigh. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I would have told Satochi to shut it if I'd known."
"It's not that. I'm just tired," Miya answered with a light shrug.
"... Tired? And you were crying because of it?"
Miya sighed heavily and let himself flop onto the couch. "I play like shit."
Tatsurou snorted despite himself. That was a new one. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked as he sat down next to him.
Miya raised both of his hands in front of him. They were small, pleasant to look at, with thin, delicate fingers and nails trimmed short. "My hands are smaller," he explained, "and it makes it much harder to play because I'm not used to it, and I keep hitting the wrong notes all the fucking time..." His voice trailed off as tears welled up in his eyes.
All Tatsurou could do was stare in horror as Miya started to cry for good. He had no idea what to do. He knew what he would have done had it been a girl, and he knew what he would have done had it been Miya (normal, titless, guy Miya, that is, not that him breaking down like that would have ever happened then), but now he was beyond confused. He struggled mentally for a few seconds before finally pulling him into a tight hug.
It apparently hadn't been the best idea, though, because Miya became as stiff as a board. "What are you doing?"
"... Uh, hugging you," Tatsurou replied as he let go of him, embarrassed.
Miya sniffled and gave him a faint smile. "You've never hugged me before."
"I've never seen you cry before," Tatsurou answered with a shrug.
"Fair enough." Against all expectations, Miya leaned against Tatsurou and buried his face in the curve of his shoulder.
Tatsurou wrapped his arms around him again and started to caress his back comfortingly. "Just practice again later when you're well-rested, and I'm sure you'll get the hang of it quickly. It's not like your talent disappeared with your dick," he tried in an attempt to make Miya laugh. It mostly failed - Miya emitted a sound that was halfway between laughter and sob, and Tatsurou definitely regretted what he'd just said when he felt Miya's fist connect hard with his ribs.
"Fuck you," he said, breaking away from the hug to dry his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater.
Tatsurou chuckled, rubbing his side. "I'm serious, though. I know it's overwhelming, but you're strong. I probably would have blown my own brains off already if I was in your place." He paused, realizing that it probably wasn't the most comforting to say. "Um, well. Anyway. What I really mean is that you can do it," he added clumsily, trying to make up for all the stupidity he'd just spouted.
"Thank you," Miya said quietly, and he gave Tatsurou a sad smile that only managed to make him feel perfectly worthless. He got up and took his guitar case, adjusting the strap on his shoulder. "Guess I'll head home now."
"I'm sorry, Miya."
"Don't be," he replied dismissively, and he was about to leave the studio when Tatsurou tried desperately:
"... You wanna go for ice cream?"
Much to his surprise, Miya turned to face him, his lips curving upwards in an adorable smile. "I never say no to ice cream."
---
They got off at Shinjuku station and made their way to a nearby Cold Stone Creamery. Miya took forever poring over the topping list before finally settling for a three-flavor combination that had actual cake in it and came in a fucking chocolate waffle bowl. By the time the staff started to sing a Lilo & Stitch song, Tatsurou had sworn he would never step in there ever again.
To top it all off, a couple of women waiting in line behind them shot him dirty glares when Miya took out his own wallet to pay.
"Forget it, it's on me," Tatsurou mumbled, and immediately wished he hadn't suggested it when he realized that the total amounted to 1150 fucking yen.
"If I'd known you'd be paying I would've ordered something cheaper," Miya said sheepishly as they sat down at the back - far, far back - of the establishment. "Thank you."
"Don't worry about it. Whatever makes you feel better," Tatsurou replied with a shrug. There went his next evening at the local comic café.
Miya nodded his head a little, trying for a smile that failed at being convincing. He started to eat his ice cream in silence, and, when it became clear that he wouldn't say anything, Tatsurou resorted to staring out the window absentmindedly and sipping on his tiny cup of water. He didn't have much to say himself. What Miya had told him earlier in the studio kept spinning around and around in his head. He was starting to feel nervous about the concert, and that wasn't a good sign.
Eventually, Miya finished his waffle, wiped the chocolate off his fingers and crumpled the napkin in his hand before putting it down on the table with a loud sigh. Only then did he finally start talking - and he did plenty of that.
"I don't know what to do anymore," he mumbled when he started to run out of steam, his forehead pressed against the palm of his hand. "I mean, I'm going to have to return my mom's calls at some point. I don't want to know what she'd do if she saw me like this," he added with a disheartened laugh.
Probably nothing Miya could come up with would surprise that woman anymore at this point, Tatsurou thought, but he figured it was wiser to hold his tongue. "Well, you never know. You might switch back eventually."
"I'm not so sure," Miya sighed. "I mean, it's never happened to anyone before. People usually pay millions of yen to get there, if they want it in the first place, that is."
"If worse comes to worst, you could always get surgery the other way around," Tatsurou suggested jokingly, earning himself a glare. "Sorry, man. But if it's happened once, it's gotta happen again at some point."
"But I don't know when, though, and that's the problem."
Tatsurou shrugged. "Just... try and enjoy yourself while it lasts?" he tried, perfectly aware of how useless his suggestion was. He actually had to pause and think about any upsides. "Multiple orgasms? Sleeping with straight guys? Lesbian flings?"
"Very funny," Miya interrupted before he could come up with anything else. "I'm not gonna try that shit when I'm not even able to get myself off."
"... What?"
"What, what?"
"You haven't come once as a girl?"
Miya sighed loudly, and Tatsurou noticed a hint of a blush on his face. "No, I haven't."
"... Want me to try?"
He looked at him like he had grown another head and sat straight in his chair, tensing up. "Try what exactly?"
"Getting you off."
"I'm not sleeping with you, Tatsurou. Don't even think about it."
Tatsurou laughed despite himself. This had to be the most insane conversation he had ever had, and he felt the irrepressible need to push the envelope, if only to see Miya's reaction. "We don't have to go all the way. I mean, I like to go down on girls, and you happen to be one now. Seems like it works out for both of us."
Judging from Miya's expression, Tatsurou would probably end up jobless any minute now, but he instead stood up wordlessly and went to throw out his napkin and plastic spoon in the nearest trash can. He stayed there for several seconds, his back to him, apparently in deep thought. He was probably considering the most painful way to kill him, Tatsurou figured.
Miya walked up to him again after a moment, and Tatsurou was about to apologize when, against all expectations, he flatly asked, "Wanna come to my place?"
---
"You know," Tatsurou started, throwing the blanket off his head with an exasperated sigh, "it's no surprise you can't come if you keep fretting like that."
"I didn't think it was that complicated for a girl to have an orgasm," Miya said, eyes shut tight in order not to look at him. "What if the girls I've been with before were faking?"
"Forget about it for now, okay?" Tatsurou said, struggling to keep the annoyance from seeping into his voice. He ran a hand up Miya's thigh and flicked his thumb at his clit, causing him to twitch in surprise. "Just relax and try to-"
"Don't touch me while you're talking. It's disturbing."
"Fine. Whatever. Just imagine it's Yaguchi Mari or something," Tatsurou gritted between his teeth as he went back under the covers. This was turning out to be the most awkward sexual experience he had had to date, which was saying a lot - he'd had plenty.
Apparently, he should have said that ten minutes ago, because Miya remained quiet after that. Tatsurou started to caress his hips again, slowly moving his hands up to his belly and down to his thighs again. Miya eventually stopped squirming nervously and Tatsurou took it to mean that he could finally move on to more advanced things. He gently pressed his mouth to Miya's inner thigh and worked slow kisses on his skin as he cautiously reached between his legs again. He vaguely heard Miya sigh from beyond the blanket, and he could only hope it was in a good way.
He brushed his thumb against Miya's clit, once, then twice, before starting to rub it gently while his mouth moved along Miya's hips to suck on the warm skin of his belly. He steadily increased both the pressure and the pace of his fingertips, tongue darting into his navel and his teeth grazing the skin of his stomach teasingly.
Not the slightest reaction from Miya, however, not even after he'd kissed and fingered him for a while - until Tatsurou finally slid the tip of his forefinger inside him. He got an indignant sound out of Miya at that, but at least he had the confirmation that his efforts were not in vain - he was wet. Very wet.
Grinning to himself, Tatsurou propped himself up on his elbows and wrapped both of his arms around Miya's thighs before getting to work. He felt Miya tense up a bit when he gave his clit a long lick, but he thankfully didn't say anything, and Tatsurou started to suck on it, gently at first, and then with increasing intensity. He let one of his hands slide upwards and under Miya's shirt until he reached one of his breasts, cupping it before starting to caress it slowly, feeling Miya's chest heave fast under his fingers.
It seemed he had picked up the right pace, because one of Miya's hands soon slid under the covers to grab at his hair. Tatsurou winced at the slight pain but kept on sucking and licking until Miya muttered a breathless "I'm gonna come". At least Tatsurou was half-expecting it when his hips jerked upwards and hit him in the face. The soft cry of pleasure Miya let out managed to all but make him forget the dull pain in his scalp and nose, though, and much in spite of himself, he felt his cock twitch in his pants in response.
Tatsurou kept on sucking and licking until Miya was done coming, and he licked his lips before throwing the blanket off his head and sitting up on the bed.
"So? How was your first orgasm as a girl?"
"Good," Miya said, out of breath. "Thanks."
"At your service," he added facetiously. He'd expected Miya to either snort or tell him off, but strangely, he curled up under the covers and rolled onto his side, facing away from him.
Tatsurou raised a brow at that. He'd almost hoped Miya wouldn't mind giving him a handjob or something in exchange, but obviously that was out of the question now. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"... Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Just leave me alone for now, 'kay?" Miya muttered, still not looking at him. He didn't even sound angry or irritated, which was all the more worrying.
Tatsurou opened his mouth to say something, but decided it was probably better not to. He didn't even feel like jacking off frantically in the bathroom as he had originally planned, so he simply got up and left Miya's place.