Moments later, Rei Hino found herself landing rear first onto a sidewalk unlike any she had ever seen before. Surprisingly, her butt wasn’t as sore as she thought it’d be (almost as if it were cushioned somehow). The charms in her hand had fallen a few feet away, and as she reached out for them she could not help but run her fingers across the coarse, varyingly gray surface. Every sidewalk she had ever known was a uniform slate in color. What could have caused cement to look and feel this way?
As fascinating as the sidewalk was, Rei became even more alarmed by the physical appearance of her hands. They were clearly hers, but strangely it was as though she were seeing them for the first time. Her hands… her arms… even looking down at the rest of her body (at least, the half of it she could see from her breasts up), she had definition, dimension, and even complexity that she would never have imagined possible before. Somehow her trip through the hole in the universe had changed her to match this strange, wondrous world.
“Holy s#$%, look at the size of those things!” “No way those are real!”
The sound of lewd, immoral sinners lusting after her outside in broad daylight snapped the miko’s thoughts back to reality, pun intended. A small group of very strange looking youths with rather small heads and eyes in particular had gathered, and without exception they were staring straight at her chest, as if she had put it on display (which, considering the flame-shaped cutout in her nightshirt, she had).
“Filthy PERVERTS!” she yelled. The spectators took an involuntary step backwards, providing her with a small stage to perform on. “Is this what your twisted, sick minds are focused on?” she asked furiously as her hands massaged her immodestly sized breasts for their naked, lustful gazes. The mixed signals Rei was sending kept the crowd frozen in place, until she strode up to the closest man, drew him oh so close, and then in a fluid motion whipped a paper charm out from her glorious canyon of cleavage and pressed the charm forcefully to his forehead, sending him flying backwards.
“Crazy bitch!” “Beat it, she’s psycho!”
Rei produced several more charms from her natural storage space, but none of her ‘admirers’ stuck around to be personally purified. She considered chasing some of them down to minister to their corruption, but the people in this dimension didn’t appear to be harboring the same mystic contamination as those back in her town. Besides, running off heedlessly in this foreign land was hardly prudent; who knew what kind of dangers lurked around the corner, ready to sensuously assault her from all sides, driving her into a state of sexual delirium? No, better to explore cautiously to find out whether there was a reason she was sent to this curiouser and curiouser place.
It quickly became clear that this new world was not a slightly (or not slightly) altered version of her hometown. Disregarding that she disappeared in her home and landed on a sidewalk, none of the businesses on this street were familiar to her at all. Not the bakery, not the hardware shop, not even the small bookstore that a young woman had just raced out of in order to sprint up to Rei.
“Ohmygod, what a killer Rei costume! How the hell did I not see you at the convention last weekend? It’s almost, no, at least as awesome as that girl who came as Usagi!” she exclaimed hoarsely as she attempted to recover her breath. Like the crowd before, this girl did not seem to be corrupted by wicked, lustful energy, although she did keep sneaking glances at Rei’s body with her excited, wild eyes.
“Costume? I-I think you have me confused with someone else,” Rei said, picking a direction and walking that way as though she had been doing so all along. The way the girl knew her name disturbed her deeply.
“Who else could you possibly be? Not that I thought it was possible to even come close to looking like Rei in real life, with her body type and all, but wow, you nailed it.”
“My body type?!” Rei asked indignantly. She had a perfectly normal, reasonable body, thank you very much. Not like those outrageously proportioned vixens that taunted her in her dreams with their soft, smooth skin and billowy breasts. “I-I mean, I’m sure you’re mistaken. I’m not dressed up as anyone, I’m just wearing pajamas because my, um, clothes are all in the wash. I’ll just be walking back to the laundromat now...” she laughed weakly.
The look of confusion on the other girl’s face melted away into something more appropriate on a cheshire cat. “Ahhhhh, I got ya. In character. Well, it’s too bad you have to be going. I was really hoping someone would come by my store and help me with some anti-perversion charms and er, stuff. Customers keep coming in and staring at me, undressing me with their eyes. If I can’t find help soon, I’m afraid one of them will try to act out their um, evil, perverted desires on me.”
The young shopkeeper was not much of an actress; she couldn’t help giggling while she futilely tried to keep a straight face. Rei noticed none of that, however. All she saw was a person in need. A young, slim but pleasantly so, strangely attractive in a weird 3-D way girl that Rei could just picture getting forced by a large group of virile youths to service their textual and carnal desires simultaneously. Perhaps this poor, helpless soul is the reason the portal opened in the first place.
“Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” Rei said, hoping to reassure her new, not-at-all worried friend.
Kotori was half-convinced she was still asleep and having a strange dream about Sailor Mars stopping by her bookstore and inspecting it for ‘evil’. Kotori herself was no stranger to dressing up as anime or manga characters, but she had never encountered a cosplayer like the one in her shop now. Perhaps she arrived in town late for the anime convention last weekend, but that didn’t explain why she was dressed up now, or why she had chosen such an unusual (yet instantly recognizable) outfit, or why she was so committed to her act.
“I’m not sensing anything strange and unusual,” her guest mused, as she leaned down to examine some of the racier manga offerings on a lower shelf with a harsh, disgusted look. Almost precisely the look Kotori imagined the real Rei might have worn, although it was hard to focus on her face when her breasts were displayed so prominently. Had the girl angled herself precisely to give Kotori a view of the maximum amount of cleavage possible? And better question, what kind of crazy, devoted fan would subject themselves to the surgery required to obtain a pair of boulders like those?
“That’s good, I was worried about the evil lingering, or something.” Kotori ad-libbed, hoping the actress wasn’t too em-bare-assed, er, embarrassed by her lack of improvisational skills. “Maybe if would help if you gave me something to defend myself, you know, in case those nasty perverts come back.”
Rei’s hand seemed to linger over a copy of one of Kotori’s favorite Sailor Moon volumes, appropriately stocked in the “Adults Only! Seriously, I’m Not Kidding!” section, but Kotori’s suggestion got her attention. “What did you have in mind? I don’t have any of the charms we sell at my temple on me right now.”
“I know, what about some photos!” Kotori suggested, as though the thought had just occurred to her, when in truth the thought of committing this gorgeous woman to the digital version of celluloid had been driving her mad since the moment she first laid eyes on her. “You know, some poses that will let evil know just what will happen if they don’t mend their wicked, wicked ways.”
Kotori held her breath as the other girl considered her suggestion. She could just imagine the reaction advertisements within her store featuring such a perfect Sailor Mars would receive, especially if she were willing to be half as risque as the character she was portraying. But there’s no way she’d agree. It’s one thing to dress up as your favorite hentai character; it’s quite another to…
“Photos... of me? I guess if it’s for a good cause, but I’m hardly dressed for-”
“Not a problem!” Kotori ran to the back room and rabidly tore into a box she had just put up the day before. Within the sizable cardboard container were several years’ worth of cosplay outfits, each one delicately folded with care just in case she wanted to try one on again instead of designing something new. It was with considerably less care that the outfits were flung out of the box into the air as the storekeeper sought a couple outfits in particular.
She came across her old Sailor Mars outfit first. How amazingly convenient, and yet how completely unusable! She had taken liberties with the costume to accommodate her own modest B cups, which meant there was no chance in hell of her guest squeezing her canonically-correct cannons into it. Possibly if she altered the outfit to make it battle scarred with a sizable rip down the center, but that would probably be pushing her luck way too far.
Deeper in the box however she found what she was looking for. One of her first outfits was a simple temple priestess’s robe. It wasn’t an exact match for the outfit Rei Hino wore as a civilian in the show, but there would be no question who the photos were supposed to be if the girl in the next room was the one wearing it.
She hurried to the front of the store with her rediscovered bounty, and breathed a sigh of relief to see that her guest was still present. “Here, try this on. It might be a little snug, but I think it should do the trick. Hurry, hurry, hurry,” she urged, pushing her model into the back room she had just emerged from. Then, like a little kid on Christmas morning, she waited anxiously anticipating her ‘present’.
Minutes later, Rei Hino stepped out from behind the door. “Do you think I look intimidating enough?” she asked, turning in place from one side to the other. Kotori was too busy picking her jaw up off the floor to reply. Absolutely mind-blowing. Screw using posters of this girl to sell books… she would make a fortune simply running a shop selling nothing but posters of this woman. The magical way the too small robes exposed the vast expanse of cleavage without falling off, the magical way the skirt drew one’s attention to the girl’s flawlessly smooth legs, it was all too much for the human brain to process.
And yet, as awe-inspiring as the girl’s appearance was, it was her mannerisms that perfected the scene. The way her dark, expressive eyes stared at Kotori with slight disapproval, as if completely oblivious to the muse of lust her body served as. Hyper-vigilant of everyone else’s perversion while entirely clueless about her own. She was, without a doubt, the quintessential Rei Hino.
“Y-Yeah, I think if any perverts come into my store, they’re going to be in for a surprise,” Kotori said, trying hard to remember how to swallow. “Uh, say cheese?”
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