ryopi
Ryo wakes up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. It's Yamapi. Ryo yawns as he answers, stretching and trying not to be too annoyed by the early morning phone call.
"Ryo-chan?!"
He sounds breathless and distressed. Ryo wonders what it is this time, if maybe that sushi place down the street finally closed down.
"What?" he asks groggily, stifling another yawn.
"I…" Yamapi seems to falter a little, and there's a brief pause before he whispers, "I have breasts."
"That's what I've been telling you for months," Ryo says. "Just lay off the weightlifting, you'll be fine."
"NO!" Yamapi's voice is suddenly loud and upset. "No, I mean real breasts!"
Ryo shifts uncomfortably, picturing some grotesque-looking Yamapi with balloons stuffed under his shirt. "What do you mean real?"
Yamapi's voice drops to a whisper again. "They're like a girl's, ne? And…"
He doesn't seem to be able to go on. Ryo flushes in embarrassed silence, imagining an entire slew of things that could come next. "What, are you playing with them?"
"NO!" Yamapi sounds distressed again. "No, it's not just the breasts…"
Ryo is even more uncomfortable now than he had been when he'd thought grotesque, balloon-chested Yamapi was playing with his breasts. "Come over," he says with a sigh, sliding out of bed.
Yamapi has hung up before Ryo reaches the kitchen sink.
**
There's a frantic triple knock on his door several minutes later, and Ryo knows it's Pi before he answers it. Once he does, though, he's not sure.
Yamapi's hair is still the same; a weird choppy highlighted cut with longer, grown out pieces framing his face, which looks very distressed. It's easy to see why-what is probably Yamapi's loosest t-shirt does nothing to hide his new curves. Yamapi's breasts are round and soft-looking, and they push out the fabric of his shirt in a way that shouldn't be as appealing as it is. As it is, the shirt has been tugged up a little from where it should fall, exposing a long line of tanned skin above the waistline of his skinny jeans.
"Come in," Ryo croaks.
Yamapi hurriedly shoves past him, folding his arms over his chest in the process, and that's when Ryo notices another difference.
"Your arms-"
"I know," Yamapi says impatiently, his cheeks blooming pink. "They're like a girl's. My whole body is like this."
He may look like a girl, Ryo thinks, but he definitely still doesn't sound like one. "People are going to think you're a transvestite."
Yamapi makes an offended sort of squawk at that, and Ryo bursts into laughter, shutting the door and taking a seat on the couch, surveying his friend's new body. "Just don't talk," he advises. Yamapi looks furious, like the day Ryo threw a dirty tissue at him.
"I knew I shouldn't have come here. I'll just… I'll just call Jin."
"Jin?" Ryo says, laughing again. "What is Jin going to do to help you? Try to become a girl himself? Try to give you a makeover?"
Yamapi, who had made no motion to actually take out his phone and call Jin, takes a seat on the couch beside Ryo. Ryo finds himself watching the movement of his breasts as he falls back against the cushions, and he looks up to find that Yamapi is watching him.
"My life is over," Yamapi whines.
Ryo frowns. "You should get some girl clothes."
"Girl clothes?" Yamapi asks incredulously. "I can't go out in public like this!"
Ryo sees an idea forming in Yamapi's head, and decides to head it off. "We'll order some. Or send someone else for them. I'm not going shopping for dresses."
"I'm not wearing a dress," Yamapi says firmly. "I just need some bras, I think."
Ryo chokes a little. Yamapi glares at him. Ryo tries to look everywhere but at his breasts.
"Well, do you even…"
He can't bring himself to finish.
"Do I even what?"
Ryo stares at the far wall of his apartment, watching the second hand on his wall clock move in slow, even ticks. "Do you even know what… uh… size you are?"
There is an awkward pause, and Ryo finally looks back at Yamapi, who looks, if anything, depressed. Ryo thinks for a moment, considers offering him food or cartoons or a nap, but Yamapi is sort of acting the way he did when Jin left, and Ryo knows none of those things will help for long.
"Fine," he says irritably. "I'll get your stupid bras. Just stay here, and don't talk to anyone, and don't touch anything."
He moves to stand, to find his wallet and storm out, but thin, soft fingers catch him by the wrist and he pauses, glancing at his friend warily. Yamapi gives him a tearful smile. "Thank you," he says quietly.
Ryo hurriedly stands, feeling more irritable than he had before as he grabs his wallet, pulls on his shoes and leaves his apartment. Yamapi almost cried on him. Yamapi really is a girl.
**
Ryo is rather impressed with himself, as he makes his way back to his apartment. He'd been very suave in the lingerie store, telling the salesgirl he was shopping for his girlfriend, whom he admitted was well-endowed. The salesgirl had smiled and blushed at him and helped him find a couple of sizes that might fit, all with different cute designs in lace and silk and matching panties. Yamapi was going to look fucking hot, and the thought made him half-proud and half-jealous.
"I'm home," Ryo proclaims, swinging through the doorway, bag of lingerie in hand. He stops short on the threshold, though, at the sight before him.
Yamapi apparently had a shower and changed while Ryo was out. He's changed into Ryo's clothes, or at least part of them. Yamapi is currently standing in the kitchen, in what looks like nothing but a dress shirt, fumbling in Ryo's cupboard. Ryo stares as the hem of the shirt skates further up Yamapi's thighs, hovering just under the curve of his ass.
"Oh!" Yamapi exclaims, grinning widely and reaching a little higher, causing the shirt to jump up another half inch. "I was just making lunch. I think curry…"
"You… changed," Ryo says unevenly. The door is still open behind him, his shoes are still on, and Yamapi is still grinning at him.
"Sorry, I just wanted something clean. I didn't think you'd mind."
Ryo stares at him. The dress shirt is buttoned up the middle, but at the swell and curve of Yamapi's breasts, the buttons are open, revealing the smooth deep v of his collarbones and cleavage.
"Ryo-chan."
Ryo looks up at Yamapi's face and finds him frowning. "Can you close the door?"
It has just occurred to Ryo that Yamapi's legs are very, very smooth and soft and clean-looking. He closes the door behind him with a click as he tries to process that, dropping the bag of bra and panties and kicking off his shoes.
"Yamapi," he begins as he shuffles his way into the kitchen. Yamapi's expression has become unreadable. Ryo steps up as close as he dares, and Yamapi backs up against the cupboard, dropping his hands to his sides. The cuffs of the sleeves roll over his hands and Ryo lets his gaze dip from them to where the shirttails leave off, brushing up against Yamapi's soft thighs.
"You shaved, didn't you?"
Yamapi makes a soft grumbling noise that might have become words, but Ryo hurriedly presses a finger to his lips, afraid the moment will be ruined by a too-deep, too-familiar voice, and that's when they both freeze.
Ryo is nearly pressing against him, he's so close, and Yamapi's lips are soft and damp against his finger. He can feel the rise and fall of Pi's chest against his arm as he breathes; deep and nervous and maybe panicked.
"Don't be scared," Ryo says stupidly, and then he does something stupider, dropping his hand and pressing his lips against Yamapi's.
There is a brief, horrible moment when Yamapi doesn't respond, just freezes against him, his body stiff and his lips firmly shut against Ryo's. It's only a moment, but it's long enough for Ryo to start to pull away. He's just broken the kiss when thin, strong fingers take hold of the front of his t-shirt, pulling him back to Yamapi's mouth hard, forcing him to stumble forward until he's gripping the cupboard behind Yamapi to keep from totally falling against him.
Yamapi grabs one of his hands off the cupboard though, forcing it down to the tender middle of his outer thigh, where the hem of Ryo's best dress shirt falls. Ryo takes purchase immediately, letting his fingers slide over the smooth skin of Yamapi's thigh and around, sliding his hand underneath the shirt, sliding it up and over the curve of Yamapi's ass.
Yamapi breaks the kiss at that, and Ryo freezes, afraid he has gone too far.
"Show me what you got me," Yamapi says in a deep grumble, and the moment is sort of broken. Ryo looks at him, lips pink and hair mussed, and takes a step back, letting his hand fall away from touching Yamapi's soft skin.
"It's in the bag by the door," Ryo says indifferently. He turns away then, crossing the room to take a seat on the couch and flip on the TV. "No returns, so they'd better all fit."
There's a pause, and then he feels hot breath on his neck. "Thank you, Ryo-chan," Yamapi whispers against his ear, and Ryo closes his eyes, wondering how he is going to live with himself if he starts to find Yamapi's grumbly croaky voice attractive.
**
Yamapi has been in Ryo's bedroom for some time now, busily trying on his new lacy under things while Ryo channel surfs. It's a good twenty minutes later when Ryo hears a loud, panicked exclamation.
"Yamapi?" he calls, and there is a beat of silence before he gets a muffled, breathless response.
"I changed back!"
Ryo's stomach turns, and his heart sinks. Calmly he sets down the remote controller and stands, padding across the wooden floor to his bedroom door, where he stops. "You changed back?"
"I'M STUCK!" Yamapi wails.
Ryo closes his eyes, willing the mental images away that keep coming back anyway.
"You're… stuck?" he asks, though it is against his better judgment to do so.
"Those black lace ones," Yamapi says with a heavy sigh. "They looked so nice, and now…"
"Oh my god."
"Ryo-chan?'
"Oh my god," he repeats.
"I can't get them off," Yamapi says, the panic in his voice rising.
"Okay," Ryo says calmly. "I think now you should call Jin."
"Ryo-chan?!"
He sounds breathless and distressed. Ryo wonders what it is this time, if maybe that sushi place down the street finally closed down.
"What?" he asks groggily, stifling another yawn.
"I…" Yamapi seems to falter a little, and there's a brief pause before he whispers, "I have breasts."
"That's what I've been telling you for months," Ryo says. "Just lay off the weightlifting, you'll be fine."
"NO!" Yamapi's voice is suddenly loud and upset. "No, I mean real breasts!"
Ryo shifts uncomfortably, picturing some grotesque-looking Yamapi with balloons stuffed under his shirt. "What do you mean real?"
Yamapi's voice drops to a whisper again. "They're like a girl's, ne? And…"
He doesn't seem to be able to go on. Ryo flushes in embarrassed silence, imagining an entire slew of things that could come next. "What, are you playing with them?"
"NO!" Yamapi sounds distressed again. "No, it's not just the breasts…"
Ryo is even more uncomfortable now than he had been when he'd thought grotesque, balloon-chested Yamapi was playing with his breasts. "Come over," he says with a sigh, sliding out of bed.
Yamapi has hung up before Ryo reaches the kitchen sink.
**
There's a frantic triple knock on his door several minutes later, and Ryo knows it's Pi before he answers it. Once he does, though, he's not sure.
Yamapi's hair is still the same; a weird choppy highlighted cut with longer, grown out pieces framing his face, which looks very distressed. It's easy to see why-what is probably Yamapi's loosest t-shirt does nothing to hide his new curves. Yamapi's breasts are round and soft-looking, and they push out the fabric of his shirt in a way that shouldn't be as appealing as it is. As it is, the shirt has been tugged up a little from where it should fall, exposing a long line of tanned skin above the waistline of his skinny jeans.
"Come in," Ryo croaks.
Yamapi hurriedly shoves past him, folding his arms over his chest in the process, and that's when Ryo notices another difference.
"Your arms-"
"I know," Yamapi says impatiently, his cheeks blooming pink. "They're like a girl's. My whole body is like this."
He may look like a girl, Ryo thinks, but he definitely still doesn't sound like one. "People are going to think you're a transvestite."
Yamapi makes an offended sort of squawk at that, and Ryo bursts into laughter, shutting the door and taking a seat on the couch, surveying his friend's new body. "Just don't talk," he advises. Yamapi looks furious, like the day Ryo threw a dirty tissue at him.
"I knew I shouldn't have come here. I'll just… I'll just call Jin."
"Jin?" Ryo says, laughing again. "What is Jin going to do to help you? Try to become a girl himself? Try to give you a makeover?"
Yamapi, who had made no motion to actually take out his phone and call Jin, takes a seat on the couch beside Ryo. Ryo finds himself watching the movement of his breasts as he falls back against the cushions, and he looks up to find that Yamapi is watching him.
"My life is over," Yamapi whines.
Ryo frowns. "You should get some girl clothes."
"Girl clothes?" Yamapi asks incredulously. "I can't go out in public like this!"
Ryo sees an idea forming in Yamapi's head, and decides to head it off. "We'll order some. Or send someone else for them. I'm not going shopping for dresses."
"I'm not wearing a dress," Yamapi says firmly. "I just need some bras, I think."
Ryo chokes a little. Yamapi glares at him. Ryo tries to look everywhere but at his breasts.
"Well, do you even…"
He can't bring himself to finish.
"Do I even what?"
Ryo stares at the far wall of his apartment, watching the second hand on his wall clock move in slow, even ticks. "Do you even know what… uh… size you are?"
There is an awkward pause, and Ryo finally looks back at Yamapi, who looks, if anything, depressed. Ryo thinks for a moment, considers offering him food or cartoons or a nap, but Yamapi is sort of acting the way he did when Jin left, and Ryo knows none of those things will help for long.
"Fine," he says irritably. "I'll get your stupid bras. Just stay here, and don't talk to anyone, and don't touch anything."
He moves to stand, to find his wallet and storm out, but thin, soft fingers catch him by the wrist and he pauses, glancing at his friend warily. Yamapi gives him a tearful smile. "Thank you," he says quietly.
Ryo hurriedly stands, feeling more irritable than he had before as he grabs his wallet, pulls on his shoes and leaves his apartment. Yamapi almost cried on him. Yamapi really is a girl.
**
Ryo is rather impressed with himself, as he makes his way back to his apartment. He'd been very suave in the lingerie store, telling the salesgirl he was shopping for his girlfriend, whom he admitted was well-endowed. The salesgirl had smiled and blushed at him and helped him find a couple of sizes that might fit, all with different cute designs in lace and silk and matching panties. Yamapi was going to look fucking hot, and the thought made him half-proud and half-jealous.
"I'm home," Ryo proclaims, swinging through the doorway, bag of lingerie in hand. He stops short on the threshold, though, at the sight before him.
Yamapi apparently had a shower and changed while Ryo was out. He's changed into Ryo's clothes, or at least part of them. Yamapi is currently standing in the kitchen, in what looks like nothing but a dress shirt, fumbling in Ryo's cupboard. Ryo stares as the hem of the shirt skates further up Yamapi's thighs, hovering just under the curve of his ass.
"Oh!" Yamapi exclaims, grinning widely and reaching a little higher, causing the shirt to jump up another half inch. "I was just making lunch. I think curry…"
"You… changed," Ryo says unevenly. The door is still open behind him, his shoes are still on, and Yamapi is still grinning at him.
"Sorry, I just wanted something clean. I didn't think you'd mind."
Ryo stares at him. The dress shirt is buttoned up the middle, but at the swell and curve of Yamapi's breasts, the buttons are open, revealing the smooth deep v of his collarbones and cleavage.
"Ryo-chan."
Ryo looks up at Yamapi's face and finds him frowning. "Can you close the door?"
It has just occurred to Ryo that Yamapi's legs are very, very smooth and soft and clean-looking. He closes the door behind him with a click as he tries to process that, dropping the bag of bra and panties and kicking off his shoes.
"Yamapi," he begins as he shuffles his way into the kitchen. Yamapi's expression has become unreadable. Ryo steps up as close as he dares, and Yamapi backs up against the cupboard, dropping his hands to his sides. The cuffs of the sleeves roll over his hands and Ryo lets his gaze dip from them to where the shirttails leave off, brushing up against Yamapi's soft thighs.
"You shaved, didn't you?"
Yamapi makes a soft grumbling noise that might have become words, but Ryo hurriedly presses a finger to his lips, afraid the moment will be ruined by a too-deep, too-familiar voice, and that's when they both freeze.
Ryo is nearly pressing against him, he's so close, and Yamapi's lips are soft and damp against his finger. He can feel the rise and fall of Pi's chest against his arm as he breathes; deep and nervous and maybe panicked.
"Don't be scared," Ryo says stupidly, and then he does something stupider, dropping his hand and pressing his lips against Yamapi's.
There is a brief, horrible moment when Yamapi doesn't respond, just freezes against him, his body stiff and his lips firmly shut against Ryo's. It's only a moment, but it's long enough for Ryo to start to pull away. He's just broken the kiss when thin, strong fingers take hold of the front of his t-shirt, pulling him back to Yamapi's mouth hard, forcing him to stumble forward until he's gripping the cupboard behind Yamapi to keep from totally falling against him.
Yamapi grabs one of his hands off the cupboard though, forcing it down to the tender middle of his outer thigh, where the hem of Ryo's best dress shirt falls. Ryo takes purchase immediately, letting his fingers slide over the smooth skin of Yamapi's thigh and around, sliding his hand underneath the shirt, sliding it up and over the curve of Yamapi's ass.
Yamapi breaks the kiss at that, and Ryo freezes, afraid he has gone too far.
"Show me what you got me," Yamapi says in a deep grumble, and the moment is sort of broken. Ryo looks at him, lips pink and hair mussed, and takes a step back, letting his hand fall away from touching Yamapi's soft skin.
"It's in the bag by the door," Ryo says indifferently. He turns away then, crossing the room to take a seat on the couch and flip on the TV. "No returns, so they'd better all fit."
There's a pause, and then he feels hot breath on his neck. "Thank you, Ryo-chan," Yamapi whispers against his ear, and Ryo closes his eyes, wondering how he is going to live with himself if he starts to find Yamapi's grumbly croaky voice attractive.
**
Yamapi has been in Ryo's bedroom for some time now, busily trying on his new lacy under things while Ryo channel surfs. It's a good twenty minutes later when Ryo hears a loud, panicked exclamation.
"Yamapi?" he calls, and there is a beat of silence before he gets a muffled, breathless response.
"I changed back!"
Ryo's stomach turns, and his heart sinks. Calmly he sets down the remote controller and stands, padding across the wooden floor to his bedroom door, where he stops. "You changed back?"
"I'M STUCK!" Yamapi wails.
Ryo closes his eyes, willing the mental images away that keep coming back anyway.
"You're… stuck?" he asks, though it is against his better judgment to do so.
"Those black lace ones," Yamapi says with a heavy sigh. "They looked so nice, and now…"
"Oh my god."
"Ryo-chan?'
"Oh my god," he repeats.
"I can't get them off," Yamapi says, the panic in his voice rising.
"Okay," Ryo says calmly. "I think now you should call Jin."