LOG: Atobe Keigo/Keiko and Oshitari Yuushi
Who: Atobe Keigo/Keiko and Oshitari Yuushi
What: Yuushi comes over to give Keigo a hand
When: The day of the genderchange
Where: Keigo’s penthouse
Rating: NC17
Comments: Once again, I play with myself ^ . ~
He had seen Keigo’s message on the boards. That had had a small discussion about…well…Keigo’s being small. In the end, the heir had agreed to let him assist in the teaching of the fine art of bra stuffing. He has suggested the silicone inserts, but those would take a while to arrive, even with Keigo being Keigo. So Oshitari decided that it was the duty of a good friend to go over and assist in person. Plus, he sort of wanted to see it. Atobe Keigo…as a woman. He doubted the heir would let many have such a great opportunity.
He just hoped to get to her before her other guest arrived. The one from later on in her thread. Yuushi wouldn’t be able to help her if Sanada was there. So he rushed to get to her apartment.
Leave it to Keigo to have the most expensive penthouse apartment in the city…and require guests to be buzzed up. Added security, no doubt, which was good for him, if company hadn’t arrived yet. He hit the buzzer and waited. His answer came a moment later, in the sweet sultry sound of Keigo’s female voice…So…Keigo was a breathy alto. Delicious.
“Who is it?” Keigo was expecting Sanada, but she couldn’t be too careful. She couldn’t let anyone in there to see her. If her father found out….if her father found out…Her life as she knew it…was over. But the voice on the other end wasn’t Sanada…It was someone else. Someone she knew very well. She recognized those dangerously velvet tones of Oshitari Yuushi. A voice that as a boy she could ignore, but as a girl sent slight shivers up her spine. A warning perhaps to not let him in.
She didn’t listen to it. After all, Yuushi was probably there to help her. “I’ll buzz you in. Come on up.”
Success.
Yuushi went into the building and into the elevator and pressed the penthouse button. A moment later, he was in the truly elegant apartment. It was Keigo through and though. Everything was name brand and more expensive than anything he had ever seen in his life, and that was saying something as Yuushi came from money as well. There was a piano in the living area that the elevator opened into…and there was the most…lovely lovely girl sitting at it. Not playing. Just sitting, looking morose. Heaving the most elegant of sighs.
“Keigo?” He called out, stepping inside, waiting for the woman to turn and face him to be for certain. His breath caught when she did.
Short slightly flipped blonde hair was even more golden yellow. Those icy blue eyes were now that of crystal and large. Expressive and the expression was a mix of displeasure and horror at the situation. Her elegant body had the slightest of curves, hidden under clothing that still almost fit. Her pale skin almost translucent. She was…a princess, trapped in her tower, waiting for her prince to come and rescue her. A princess with full pouting lips and the cutest beauty mark under one eye. Keigo was a beautiful and elegant man…and he made a spectacular woman, at least in Yuushi’s opinion.
Her arms crossed below her chest and Yuushi understood just why she was so cross. Ootori reportedly had rather large…tracks of land. A few others did too. Yet there was Keigo, without much of anything to fill her shirt out with. But that was fine too, in Yuushi’s book. As long as it was a handful…it was more than enough. He tried not to stare too much at what he knew made his former captain so uncomfortable; even if it was always terribly enjoyable to put Atobe into such levels of discomfort. He was always such fun when he was in a huff.
“Yuushi.” Keigo uncrossed her arms and walked across the room. Not walk…glided. With just the smallest feminine sway to the hips and the fine breeding of a young lady taught how to take all the attention in the room and set it firmly upon herself just by her very presence. “Why are you here? Are you here to mock Ore-sama?”
The third person. The proof of just how distraught Keigo was about this all. Yuushi had been around Atobe long enough to recognize the habit. His habit of disassociation. He knew just how to combat it. Even though he’d not associated with Keigo since the heir had left tennis for the cage of his father’s company. Still stuck in the cage even now. It was time to rescue the princess for the moment. “Keigo…I would never mock you. Not in this. I know what your appearance means to you.” He approached, talking so sweetly. He stopped before her and reached out, his fingertips lightly kissing her face, stroking over that soft skin. “You are still very beautiful.” He promised, thumb traveling over her cheek and stopping at the beauty mark, amazed by how soft and supple her skin was. Atobe had always taken care of himself, but now, now it was truly evident. He was even more pleased by Keigo’s reaction. Whether she knew it or not, she leaned into the touch.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she soaked in that sensual caress until she remembered who it was. Oshitari Yuushi was a dangerous man and he knew just how to manipulate a man…a woman. She pulled away and frowned a little, though the words had done their duty. She felt better about herself again. Beautiful again. Perfect again. “Thank you, Yuushi.” She murmured, fighting the blush creeping up her cheeks. She pulled away from him and walked back towards her piano. “But that doesn’t answer my next question. Why on Earth are you even here?” A legitimate question. What would Yuushi be doing? The tensai was far too lazy to go out of his way to do anything that didn’t somehow benefit him.
Such a lively blush. Keigo truly was a princess…no a queen. A regal queen, now that her confidence was back. She was quite a turn on. But she was a friend. “To help you of course. You did ask for my…expertise. I took the opportunity to come over and lend it personally.” He strode over to the piano and his hands went on either side of her, resting against the fall (the part of the piano that covered the keys), trapping her there. Close. Far too close. “Will you let me? Allow me to give you a hand.” He purred.
Her eyes went wide and she backed up as much as she could. Very very dangerous. That voice. The way he acted. Her hand balled into a fist, but she didn’t believe in violence. She had other ways to destroy a person. Instead, she glared as coldly as she could. She doubted her cold shoulder would do much, but it never hurt to try. “I suppose I have little choice at the moment. You are the expert on this sort of thing.” After all, Atobe was an only child and she never had much contact with her mother. Only maids and nannies and they had never spoken of “girl” things with her.
He smiled slowly and his arms moved away to give her room again. “Wonderful. And first, you’ll have to show me. Just think of it like we’re back in the locker rooms ago. You’ve undressed in front of me before. You can take your shirt off now.” He was greatly looking forward it seeing this, but he could look like he was. He couldn’t be too eager, even if he wanted to help take Keigo’s shirt off. But to give her the room she needed and to make sure feel more comfortable with it, Yuushi moved away, eyes upon her.
Those dark eyes were boring into her. Stripping her before she had even grabbed hold of her shirt. It was hard to imagine that they were in the locker room when he looked at her like that. She cheeks flared more and she jerked the shirt over her head to hide the fact she was blushing so badly. This was Yuushi…Yuushi was here to help…
Pale, perfect skin. Dips and curves of a fine woman. She was indeed beautiful. He could imagine her in a tight fitted red dress with the slit up to her thigh, dancing the tango with him. Sinful and scintillating. Her brassiere was definitely something Keigo would choose. Lacy and of the deepest blue. It made her skin look that much more pale. Small perky breasts barely filling those sweet lace cups. It made him wonder if her underwear matched and if he could convince her down to her panties…or even less. What would it feel like to have Keigo’s toned athletic legs wrapped around him? He’d never had the pleasure in junior high or high school, despite what the humors said.
His voice was a little deeper when he spoke, using the caress of his voice to convey his desires without coming out and saying them. “Keigo…Or should I call you Keiko now? You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are perfection made flesh. You are a queen and you command my very heart with your noble presence.” He started forward towards the half dressed woman. Look but don’t touch. Look but don’t…His fingertips ghosted over her pale torso, glad that her shirt was still over her head at the moment.
Keigo jumped a little at the touch. It tickled. It also felt…different. Was a woman’s body really that sensitive? “Yuushi…” She warned, shirt coming off the rest of the way, mussing her hair up a little. “You’re only here to help. Remember your place.” She had a boyfriend after all…even if he was away and she hadn’t heard from him in…months.
His place…And what was his place, he wondered. Was there a place for him in her bed? Could he convince her there was? But then what about the one he needed to visit next? Did that blond mean anything less to him? It was such a difficult thing, to be torn in such a fashion. Here with the idol of his school, in a position that many would have given their entire fortunes for, and he was thinking about someone else. Someone who in all ways was a more deviant choice than the one before him. What was wrong with him? Was he trying to replace the blond he really wanted with the beauty right here and now?
His fingertips trailed up to the bottom of the lace. There, they remained. “Of course, your highness. I do apologize. I was just taken by you to the point where I couldn’t stop myself.” He leaned to whisper into the woman’s ear. “You truly are very beautiful…Keiko. You can make a man forget everything but you.” All he had to do was move his fingers. Lightly push up that fabric….Keigo would like it…Yuushi knew she would. He’d give her little reason not to enjoy it.
Those fingers…Her body was on fire. That voice. It made her weak in the knees. But she had to be strong. She couldn’t let Oshitari Yuushi take advantage of her. She just couldn’t. Biting down on her lower lip to get her newly minted female hormones under control, she reached out and clutched the hands right below the small swells upon her chest. “I said….know…your…place.” She pushed the hands away weakly and stood. “You will help me fix this and then you will leave.” It was not a request. It was an order.
His picture of Atobe in a slinky dressed changed to that of black lingerie and thigh highs and high healed shoes. Such a kinky little dominatrix. Used to getting just what she wanted when she wanted it. And men more than happy to bow to her every whim. It fit her well. “Of course. And what you need is to be able to fill this out properly until the better solution arrives. The girls I knew used tissue, but for you, only the softest of silk will do.” That and he was sure that the caress of silk against that part of her body might remind her of his touches and make her come seek him out for…relief. And always prepared, he pulled out a few silk handkerchiefs and handed them over.
Atobe, still frowning, accepted the fabric and unceremoniously shoved it down her bra. It was lopsided and lumpy. She glared even harder at Yuushi. “You’re wrong. It looks worse now.”
He held his hands up in dismay and stated, “Because you did it in a hurry. May I?” Without so much as permission, he reached to take the silk away again, purposely dragging it slowly around that small swell, to make sure she felt every inch of it. He was sure she had by the small sound she uttered. “It needs to be more like this.” He started to work the cloth in again. But his fingers had a mind of their own. Once they ventured beyond the confines of fabric, they started to play. Teasing and stroking that soft flesh. Atobe was indeed small. She was barely a handful, but she was…sensitive…and that made up for a lot of it. His thumbs circling hardening nipples, feeling her shudder. Feeling her thighs start to part. He was sure she had no idea she was doing it. Of course Keiko wouldn’t know…wouldn’t be able to withstand such a new and pleasant sensations.
One hand continued to cup her breast, squeezing it. Playing with it. The other started downwards. Back down her torso, towards the treasure that lay inside those pants. He leaned closely, his vision filled with blond hair and he groaned into her ear. “I might just make you my woman…Kenya.” Shit….SHIT SHIT SHIT…..
She was responding. Her back arching. A strange wetness forming between her legs. She didn’t understand what was happening or why Yuushi wasn’t behaving like she had told him to. She was..enjoying it too. Caught in the spell of sneaky, skilled fingers. But one word snapped her out of it. One wrong word. Her body stiffened and she swung…hard. Her hand stung with the impact and her voice was seething with so much bile and hatred. “Get out!”
Yuushi’s face hurt. The handprint was dark red. Keiko…had slapped him. He certainly deserved it. He wondered if there was any way to recover from his little…mistake. But he could see her anger. Feel her rage. “K…” He barely dodged the vase thrown at his head.
“I SAID GET OUT!” She would not cry…She would not. She wasn’t that emotional. But she was so angry. So so angry. She had become weak in that moment…she had forgotten about her boyfriend…had wanted him to….she would have let him… “GET OUT NOW!!” She shrieked and threw another priceless vase at him.
He knew he had screwed up. Perhaps later, he would apologize. For now…he was leaving. He hurried to the elevator and pressed the button, dodging the next thrown object smashing against the wall. Who knew you could Tannhouser Serve a first edition book. The door didn’t open fast enough for him and he sighed in relief when it closed again. He rested his forehead against the door on the way down. Well…that had answered one question…he had been working with the wrong blonde all along. And there was only one cure. He needed to see his cousin. Needed to remind himself why it was wrong.
In such a hurry to leave, he didn’t even bother to notice the rather well endowed Japanese woman on her way into the apartment complex he just left. He had other, more important places to be.
What: Yuushi comes over to give Keigo a hand
When: The day of the genderchange
Where: Keigo’s penthouse
Rating: NC17
Comments: Once again, I play with myself ^ . ~
He had seen Keigo’s message on the boards. That had had a small discussion about…well…Keigo’s being small. In the end, the heir had agreed to let him assist in the teaching of the fine art of bra stuffing. He has suggested the silicone inserts, but those would take a while to arrive, even with Keigo being Keigo. So Oshitari decided that it was the duty of a good friend to go over and assist in person. Plus, he sort of wanted to see it. Atobe Keigo…as a woman. He doubted the heir would let many have such a great opportunity.
He just hoped to get to her before her other guest arrived. The one from later on in her thread. Yuushi wouldn’t be able to help her if Sanada was there. So he rushed to get to her apartment.
Leave it to Keigo to have the most expensive penthouse apartment in the city…and require guests to be buzzed up. Added security, no doubt, which was good for him, if company hadn’t arrived yet. He hit the buzzer and waited. His answer came a moment later, in the sweet sultry sound of Keigo’s female voice…So…Keigo was a breathy alto. Delicious.
“Who is it?” Keigo was expecting Sanada, but she couldn’t be too careful. She couldn’t let anyone in there to see her. If her father found out….if her father found out…Her life as she knew it…was over. But the voice on the other end wasn’t Sanada…It was someone else. Someone she knew very well. She recognized those dangerously velvet tones of Oshitari Yuushi. A voice that as a boy she could ignore, but as a girl sent slight shivers up her spine. A warning perhaps to not let him in.
She didn’t listen to it. After all, Yuushi was probably there to help her. “I’ll buzz you in. Come on up.”
Success.
Yuushi went into the building and into the elevator and pressed the penthouse button. A moment later, he was in the truly elegant apartment. It was Keigo through and though. Everything was name brand and more expensive than anything he had ever seen in his life, and that was saying something as Yuushi came from money as well. There was a piano in the living area that the elevator opened into…and there was the most…lovely lovely girl sitting at it. Not playing. Just sitting, looking morose. Heaving the most elegant of sighs.
“Keigo?” He called out, stepping inside, waiting for the woman to turn and face him to be for certain. His breath caught when she did.
Short slightly flipped blonde hair was even more golden yellow. Those icy blue eyes were now that of crystal and large. Expressive and the expression was a mix of displeasure and horror at the situation. Her elegant body had the slightest of curves, hidden under clothing that still almost fit. Her pale skin almost translucent. She was…a princess, trapped in her tower, waiting for her prince to come and rescue her. A princess with full pouting lips and the cutest beauty mark under one eye. Keigo was a beautiful and elegant man…and he made a spectacular woman, at least in Yuushi’s opinion.
Her arms crossed below her chest and Yuushi understood just why she was so cross. Ootori reportedly had rather large…tracks of land. A few others did too. Yet there was Keigo, without much of anything to fill her shirt out with. But that was fine too, in Yuushi’s book. As long as it was a handful…it was more than enough. He tried not to stare too much at what he knew made his former captain so uncomfortable; even if it was always terribly enjoyable to put Atobe into such levels of discomfort. He was always such fun when he was in a huff.
“Yuushi.” Keigo uncrossed her arms and walked across the room. Not walk…glided. With just the smallest feminine sway to the hips and the fine breeding of a young lady taught how to take all the attention in the room and set it firmly upon herself just by her very presence. “Why are you here? Are you here to mock Ore-sama?”
The third person. The proof of just how distraught Keigo was about this all. Yuushi had been around Atobe long enough to recognize the habit. His habit of disassociation. He knew just how to combat it. Even though he’d not associated with Keigo since the heir had left tennis for the cage of his father’s company. Still stuck in the cage even now. It was time to rescue the princess for the moment. “Keigo…I would never mock you. Not in this. I know what your appearance means to you.” He approached, talking so sweetly. He stopped before her and reached out, his fingertips lightly kissing her face, stroking over that soft skin. “You are still very beautiful.” He promised, thumb traveling over her cheek and stopping at the beauty mark, amazed by how soft and supple her skin was. Atobe had always taken care of himself, but now, now it was truly evident. He was even more pleased by Keigo’s reaction. Whether she knew it or not, she leaned into the touch.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she soaked in that sensual caress until she remembered who it was. Oshitari Yuushi was a dangerous man and he knew just how to manipulate a man…a woman. She pulled away and frowned a little, though the words had done their duty. She felt better about herself again. Beautiful again. Perfect again. “Thank you, Yuushi.” She murmured, fighting the blush creeping up her cheeks. She pulled away from him and walked back towards her piano. “But that doesn’t answer my next question. Why on Earth are you even here?” A legitimate question. What would Yuushi be doing? The tensai was far too lazy to go out of his way to do anything that didn’t somehow benefit him.
Such a lively blush. Keigo truly was a princess…no a queen. A regal queen, now that her confidence was back. She was quite a turn on. But she was a friend. “To help you of course. You did ask for my…expertise. I took the opportunity to come over and lend it personally.” He strode over to the piano and his hands went on either side of her, resting against the fall (the part of the piano that covered the keys), trapping her there. Close. Far too close. “Will you let me? Allow me to give you a hand.” He purred.
Her eyes went wide and she backed up as much as she could. Very very dangerous. That voice. The way he acted. Her hand balled into a fist, but she didn’t believe in violence. She had other ways to destroy a person. Instead, she glared as coldly as she could. She doubted her cold shoulder would do much, but it never hurt to try. “I suppose I have little choice at the moment. You are the expert on this sort of thing.” After all, Atobe was an only child and she never had much contact with her mother. Only maids and nannies and they had never spoken of “girl” things with her.
He smiled slowly and his arms moved away to give her room again. “Wonderful. And first, you’ll have to show me. Just think of it like we’re back in the locker rooms ago. You’ve undressed in front of me before. You can take your shirt off now.” He was greatly looking forward it seeing this, but he could look like he was. He couldn’t be too eager, even if he wanted to help take Keigo’s shirt off. But to give her the room she needed and to make sure feel more comfortable with it, Yuushi moved away, eyes upon her.
Those dark eyes were boring into her. Stripping her before she had even grabbed hold of her shirt. It was hard to imagine that they were in the locker room when he looked at her like that. She cheeks flared more and she jerked the shirt over her head to hide the fact she was blushing so badly. This was Yuushi…Yuushi was here to help…
Pale, perfect skin. Dips and curves of a fine woman. She was indeed beautiful. He could imagine her in a tight fitted red dress with the slit up to her thigh, dancing the tango with him. Sinful and scintillating. Her brassiere was definitely something Keigo would choose. Lacy and of the deepest blue. It made her skin look that much more pale. Small perky breasts barely filling those sweet lace cups. It made him wonder if her underwear matched and if he could convince her down to her panties…or even less. What would it feel like to have Keigo’s toned athletic legs wrapped around him? He’d never had the pleasure in junior high or high school, despite what the humors said.
His voice was a little deeper when he spoke, using the caress of his voice to convey his desires without coming out and saying them. “Keigo…Or should I call you Keiko now? You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are perfection made flesh. You are a queen and you command my very heart with your noble presence.” He started forward towards the half dressed woman. Look but don’t touch. Look but don’t…His fingertips ghosted over her pale torso, glad that her shirt was still over her head at the moment.
Keigo jumped a little at the touch. It tickled. It also felt…different. Was a woman’s body really that sensitive? “Yuushi…” She warned, shirt coming off the rest of the way, mussing her hair up a little. “You’re only here to help. Remember your place.” She had a boyfriend after all…even if he was away and she hadn’t heard from him in…months.
His place…And what was his place, he wondered. Was there a place for him in her bed? Could he convince her there was? But then what about the one he needed to visit next? Did that blond mean anything less to him? It was such a difficult thing, to be torn in such a fashion. Here with the idol of his school, in a position that many would have given their entire fortunes for, and he was thinking about someone else. Someone who in all ways was a more deviant choice than the one before him. What was wrong with him? Was he trying to replace the blond he really wanted with the beauty right here and now?
His fingertips trailed up to the bottom of the lace. There, they remained. “Of course, your highness. I do apologize. I was just taken by you to the point where I couldn’t stop myself.” He leaned to whisper into the woman’s ear. “You truly are very beautiful…Keiko. You can make a man forget everything but you.” All he had to do was move his fingers. Lightly push up that fabric….Keigo would like it…Yuushi knew she would. He’d give her little reason not to enjoy it.
Those fingers…Her body was on fire. That voice. It made her weak in the knees. But she had to be strong. She couldn’t let Oshitari Yuushi take advantage of her. She just couldn’t. Biting down on her lower lip to get her newly minted female hormones under control, she reached out and clutched the hands right below the small swells upon her chest. “I said….know…your…place.” She pushed the hands away weakly and stood. “You will help me fix this and then you will leave.” It was not a request. It was an order.
His picture of Atobe in a slinky dressed changed to that of black lingerie and thigh highs and high healed shoes. Such a kinky little dominatrix. Used to getting just what she wanted when she wanted it. And men more than happy to bow to her every whim. It fit her well. “Of course. And what you need is to be able to fill this out properly until the better solution arrives. The girls I knew used tissue, but for you, only the softest of silk will do.” That and he was sure that the caress of silk against that part of her body might remind her of his touches and make her come seek him out for…relief. And always prepared, he pulled out a few silk handkerchiefs and handed them over.
Atobe, still frowning, accepted the fabric and unceremoniously shoved it down her bra. It was lopsided and lumpy. She glared even harder at Yuushi. “You’re wrong. It looks worse now.”
He held his hands up in dismay and stated, “Because you did it in a hurry. May I?” Without so much as permission, he reached to take the silk away again, purposely dragging it slowly around that small swell, to make sure she felt every inch of it. He was sure she had by the small sound she uttered. “It needs to be more like this.” He started to work the cloth in again. But his fingers had a mind of their own. Once they ventured beyond the confines of fabric, they started to play. Teasing and stroking that soft flesh. Atobe was indeed small. She was barely a handful, but she was…sensitive…and that made up for a lot of it. His thumbs circling hardening nipples, feeling her shudder. Feeling her thighs start to part. He was sure she had no idea she was doing it. Of course Keiko wouldn’t know…wouldn’t be able to withstand such a new and pleasant sensations.
One hand continued to cup her breast, squeezing it. Playing with it. The other started downwards. Back down her torso, towards the treasure that lay inside those pants. He leaned closely, his vision filled with blond hair and he groaned into her ear. “I might just make you my woman…Kenya.” Shit….SHIT SHIT SHIT…..
She was responding. Her back arching. A strange wetness forming between her legs. She didn’t understand what was happening or why Yuushi wasn’t behaving like she had told him to. She was..enjoying it too. Caught in the spell of sneaky, skilled fingers. But one word snapped her out of it. One wrong word. Her body stiffened and she swung…hard. Her hand stung with the impact and her voice was seething with so much bile and hatred. “Get out!”
Yuushi’s face hurt. The handprint was dark red. Keiko…had slapped him. He certainly deserved it. He wondered if there was any way to recover from his little…mistake. But he could see her anger. Feel her rage. “K…” He barely dodged the vase thrown at his head.
“I SAID GET OUT!” She would not cry…She would not. She wasn’t that emotional. But she was so angry. So so angry. She had become weak in that moment…she had forgotten about her boyfriend…had wanted him to….she would have let him… “GET OUT NOW!!” She shrieked and threw another priceless vase at him.
He knew he had screwed up. Perhaps later, he would apologize. For now…he was leaving. He hurried to the elevator and pressed the button, dodging the next thrown object smashing against the wall. Who knew you could Tannhouser Serve a first edition book. The door didn’t open fast enough for him and he sighed in relief when it closed again. He rested his forehead against the door on the way down. Well…that had answered one question…he had been working with the wrong blonde all along. And there was only one cure. He needed to see his cousin. Needed to remind himself why it was wrong.
In such a hurry to leave, he didn’t even bother to notice the rather well endowed Japanese woman on her way into the apartment complex he just left. He had other, more important places to be.