Ran walked down the sidewalk, barely noticing the familiar landmarks of the place she had parked her spaceship. Her attention was mostly focused on listening to the girl walking just behind her. Or rather the awkward stomping of the girl as she tried and failed to mimic Ran’s pace rather than walking like a boy.
Not that she looked like a boy now. She still walked like a boy, and habitually manly poses when standing still, and talked in a really manly style, but for once she wasn’t dressed like a man. Most men didn’t dress in knee length pink skirts accented with a thin lace border. They usually didn’t pair it with a sleeveless blouse, especially not one with the top three buttons unbuttoned to show off Ryunosuke’s not at all manlike cleavage which was now free of her usual chest wrapping, and instead supported by a newly bought
Abruptly Ran gave a small skip, and glanced back as Ryunosuke stumbled and nearly lost her balance while trying to copy Ran’s movement. Raising her hand to cover a small titter as she shifted her expression to ‘cute beaming #3’ as she turned around and walked backward several steps while saying reassuringly, “Don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually!”
“Thanks,” Ryunosuke responded as she stabilized her balance and once more began to follow Ran, “Walking like a girl is hard,” she muttered as she very awkwardly struck the closest she could manage to a ‘girly pose’ and started very deliberately walking forward.
Shinobu looked at Ryunosuke’s walk, with its exaggerated hip rotation, and exaggerated constant motion of her stiff downward pointing arms. With a little shake of her head she walked up beside Ryunosuke and looked toward the girl with a grin as she said, “You don’t need to try so hard, you’ve got all the time in the world to figure this out.”
“Well, after our little pajama party finishes at least,” Ran declared with a grin as she gestured toward the large spaceship she was passing off as her house.
“Wow,” Ryunosuke, pausing to look up at the ship. “You even live in an incredible girly pink house,” she said in a very respectful tone.
“Well it looks more like a pink flying saucer,” Shinobu commented.
Ran turned from the front door she had just opened and cutely responded to Shinobu, “Why that’s so silly! Please don’t spread rumors about me?” she asked with a finger raised in front of her lips.
“Don’t worry, I can keep secrets,” Shinobu responded as she walked up the stairs to Ran’s front door. She paused looking back at Ryu who was still standing at the foot of the stairs looking up. “Are you coming Ryunosuke?”
Ryunosuke half jumped at the question. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself in a very manly pose, Ryu nodded and proclaimed “YES!” as she climbed the stairs.
As Ryunosuke and Shinobu entered the front door, Ran casually swung it closed behind them, giving the huge wheel on it a spin. “So, what should we do for dinner?” she commented, looking toward her kitchen with a thoughtful look on her face.
“Why don’t we order a Pizza? I’d be happy to pay,” Shinobu asked in response.
“Pizza?” Ryunosuke asked uncertainly. “That’s that Italian bread thing, right? I mean I’ve always wanted to try it, but the shops selling it always seemed to attract way more dudes than chicks.”
“Oh don’t worry, take this chance to try it out!” Ran told Ryunosuke cheerfully, her mind reviewing her experience with earth food to try and identify which one Pizza was.
Shinobu raised a hand to her face thoughtfully, then grinned. “Actually Ran, if we wanted to make this a bit more fun, have you got any sort of really sexy outfit Ryu could wear when the delivery guy shows up?”
Sakura pushed her dresser drawer shut and took a step back, looking around the room to confirm that she really had not only sorted folded and put away all her newly purchased lingerie, but had also disposed of all the shopping bags and assorted packing material.
'All unpacked, including. . .' she thought, her eyes sliding to the bed, and looking once more at the large pink dildo lying on her covers. Her ears blushed red as she recalled buying it at that small back street shop, and her blushing increased as without the distraction of putting away her other purchases she knew there was nothing holding back some new fantasy staring Ataru, maybe about him seeing her buying that toy, and over her protests leading her to a back room where he could teach her how to properly use it to . . .
With a quick shake of her head she turned to look at her new notebook lying on the dresser. Snatching it up she flipped it open.
“Alright Sakura, let’s look at this situation,” she said to herself as she considered the pages of the book. “Some things can’t be tested out except by wearing the outfit all day, but I can get some hints beforehand by putting them on and doing these mental exercises,” she told herself as her hand extended toward her dresser’s drawer.
With a shake of her head she pulled back her hand and looked at the notebook once more. She read it, reminding herself what it said, then dropped it back on the dresser.
“But of course,” she said in a nervous uncertain tone. “Experimentation must be preceded by. . . a control study.” With a sigh as she pulled off her blouse and tossed it on her bed. A moment later her skirt followed it and she stepped up to her bedroom mirror and looked at her reflection dressed in her usual style of bra and panty set.
She took a few moments to consider how her plain white panty and bra combo
Taking a deep breath she sat on her bed and raised her hands to start rubbing her breasts through the fabric of her bra. ’That’s right, just gently play, and let the fantasies come, don’t try to resist, let myself imagine Moroboshi in a lab coat with his hands over mine, guiding. . . I should be. . . No I’m trying to gather data.’
With a shake of her head she slid one hand down to her thigh by her panties, and began moving both hands again. ’I can’t believe this is where that modeling session led,’ she thought to herself.
Her hands slowed slightly as she thought back to the modeling session. She remembered adjusting that little apron on that one mostly black and white colored uniform, then looking up to see Ryunosuke emerging in his. . . no her test uniform with it’s dark leather jacket, and a cut that somehow made . . . her seem to tower over her despite their actual difference in height.
“Ok, looking good!” the scientist behind this had declared. “First of all, bow to each other, good. . . Right, Ryunosuke, what would you suggest Sakura do to show off the character of her outfit?”
And then Ryu had directed Sakura as she posed, and jumped, and lifted her skirt to show off how wet she was get. . . With a start Sakura shook her head, ’Nothing like that happened! And it’s not like I wanted. . . No, wait, this is a control study, I need let things happen and worry later.’
Once more she let herself imagine obeying Ryunosuke’s masterful commands. Lifting her skirt, taking off her panties and tossing them aside, lying on the table, legs spread wide as Ryunosuke approached, opening his pants to reveal his. . . ’No, Ryunosuke’s a girl, not. . . She’s . . .’
Suddenly Sakura’s imagination added a loudly dropped open briefcase on the imagined table in her fantasies, and Ataru standing there with a big grin as he offered Ryunosuke a big briefcase full of dildo’s. For a moment Sakura’s focus on the fantasy faded as she noted that one of her hands had instinctively reached out to grab her brand-new dildo, but the fantasy grew in her mind again, the perverse imagery of Ryunosuke selecting a dildo so like the one Sakura was holding, rubbing it against her incredibly wet pussy. . .
“Mmmm!” Sakura moaned as she imagined Ryunosuke starting to slide the dildo inside her, then pausing to command her to properly thank Moroboshi who had already dropped his pants, revealing his big beautiful dick. She eagerly imagined herself turning her head to eagerly start sucking away on Moroboshi while Ryunosuke drove the dildo into her pussy faster and faster! “HMMM!” she intoned around the two fingers of her left hand she was sucking on, her right hand vigorously working the dildo inside her..
In Ran’s Home/Spaceship, Ryunosuke walked through the door from the entryway into the big main room with a large pizza box in her hands and a big smile on her face. The rest of her was covered by a sheer silky red negligee. “Hehehe, Miss!” she said to herself as she put the box on the table.
“You’re sure easy to please,” Shinobu commented in a slightly annoyed tone as she followed Ryu in the room. She was dressed similarly to Ryunosuke, albeit her negligee was a noticeably darker shade of red.
“Well, what were you hoping to see?” Ran asked cutely as she skipped into the room in her much pinker shaded negligee.
“A guy confronting three really hot girls in revealing clothes and being reduced to incoherence and. . .” Shinobu raised a hand, and just held it mid gesture for several seconds as she tried to think of something to say. Lowering her hand, she sighed. “I wasn’t expecting delivery boy’s to be so jaded.”
Ryunosuke just laughed. “Well he took one look at me and called me Miss, so I’ve got no complaints.” She looked down at the Pizza box, closed her eyes and whispered “Miss,” to herself once more, shivering happily.
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