KosherBacon's writefaggotry: Lilly, Hisao, Page 18

[Shades of gray]

Kosher you sneaky S.o.B.... and here i was thinking it was hisao... but then i realized that Yuri = WIN

[Mag]

It's a commonly known one but I believe the pic to come from a lucky star doujinshi. I never saw it in the anime and I know there is a lot of doujinshi out there of that pair. Now we only need Kosher here to make the epic LillyxHanakoxEmi one; i'm game.

Yes neuman. But in the story Lilly has a boyfriend from her home town. Maybe she broke up with him because she knew it was a mistake and wants Hanako now? dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

[kosherbacon]

Now we only need Kosher here to make the epic LillyxHanakoxEmi one; i'm game.

Oh lordy. Sorry, I'm all Emi'd out at the moment.

[Shades of gray]

Now we only need Kosher here to make the epic LillyxHanakoxEmi one; i'm game.

I call for HisaoxLillyxHanakoxEmi !

[Silentcook]

I call for HisaoxLillyxHanakoxEmi !

http://ks.renai.us/viewtopic.php?f=52&t=2573

[Shades of gray]

hey silentcook did i just make a brand new topic asking for that? no? did i post a response to something? yes, mostly just a call to add hisao to the mix.

not that it matters, kosher tends to melt my brain (in a good way) anyway

[kosherbacon]

Hey, guys, chill out. I think it's time for a normal love story about a mostly-normal girl and her legitimately disabled boyfriend.

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...Where's the Agent Orange? I need to clean my brain.

I mean, if you thought 'Madam Lilliam' was bad....

...oh wait.

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Laundry Day
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“CRAP! CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, CRAAAAP!!”

Yoshi ran around her apartment in circles, pulling out drawers, overturning plastic bins, and turning her closet inside out. Over and over again, she checked her hamper, laundry baskets, and bed. Sometime since laundry day, her gym shorts had gone missing.

She knew it was a dumb idea to wash them. Her physical education class only met on Saturdays and was not strenuous at all. She could've gone the whole month without washing her shorts. Yoshi's wardrobe had no sweats, no tracksuit bottoms, no windbreakers, no swimming trunks, nothing that could serve as an even remotely acceptable substitute. Nothing, except that.

With trembling hands, she dug through one of the clothing piles and fished out her arch nemesis: bloomers. Yoshi considered calling in sick, but she faked sick the previous week. And the week before that. Desperate and fearful, she put on her athletic uniform, tied a hoodie around her waist by the sleeves, and headed out the door to face her fate.

Yoshi's studio apartment in town was far removed from the rest of the student housing, which were located all the way over on top of the hill along with the school's main campus. She was one of a handful of students who, for whatever reason, simply could not live with the rest of the students and share their facilities. Her kind were a smug, elite few who were independent of curfews, nurses, adult supervision, and schoolyard drama. Many of her neighbors had part time jobs in town and lived more like mature college students than high school kids.

“Oversleep again, Ikeda?” Shinobu asked in a mildly accusatory tone. Shinobu was Yoshi's friend and neighbor. Even though they were both second year students and of roughly the same age, the two of them appeared to others as a goofball older sister and a precociously abrasive kid brother.

“You know it, Mister Inoue,” she replied with exaggerated formality, rubbing her fingers into his short, blonde hair to irritate him both in terms of personal space violation and to highlight the difference in their heights.

The creaking of Shinobu's wheeled oxygen cart provided a soundtrack to their solemn walk to the private gym that the school hired to conduct classes for small groups of children with special physical needs. Shinobu, with half the lung capacity of a normal person his age and the resulting growth stunt was legitimately disabled. In bygone times, his condition would've been imprecisely described as “sickly.”

Yoshi, on the other hand, was far more physically able than most Yamaku students, including the normal ones. Her reasons for being in a special phys. ed. class were complicated ones, as was her “disability.” She had no missing limbs, no sensory or locomotive impairment, or pesky neurological glitches. However, from day one, she was disfigured in perhaps the most grotesque way possible.

Gym class went without incident with Yoshi and Shinobu lounging on a weightlifting bench, chatting. Thoroughly relaxed, Yoshi was already planning on postponing the acquisition of new basketball-style shorts to use in class in favor of goofing off the rest of the day. As for the next week's class, she could just call in sick for that one too. According to her own personal set of rules, getting to skipping one class was an inalienable right, skipping two in a row was acceptable, whereas skipping three in a row was regrettably too risky to do regularly.

“Ikeda! Front and center!” the gym teacher barked, shattering a nap in the making.

“Yes, coach?”

“You missed physical progress testing last week. Get on the treadmill so we can determine whether or not you slack off too much in class.”

Yoshi stared down her new enemy, the treadmill right in the center of the workout room. Any other day, she'd breeze through aerobic endurance testing, but that day was just not the day for it.

“I've got cramps.”

“Still? Work through it.”

Yoshi licked her lips and tightened the jacket around her waist. To keep from getting exposed, she started out merely power walking, hoping to keep up the sedate pace through all fifteen minutes of testing.

“Come on, come on, pick up the pace, Ikeda!”

Yoshi sped up to a light jog, before being prodded on to go at her usual stride. Her constant protesting the whole time had captured the whole class's attention. Sacrificing some balance, she kept a hand at her waist, holding the jacket around her.

“Move your arms, Ikeda! You're all wobbly.”

“But, coach, I can't!”

“We'll be here all day until you get it right.”

Reluctantly, Yoshi started swinging both arms. Through the run, she felt her jacket's knot unravel. At fourteen minutes and fifty-six seconds, her cover failed. Tossed aloft by her churning thighs, Yoshi's jacket flew off and alighted on a dumbbell rack.

With the treadmill powering down, Yoshi slowed to a walk before slowly stopping, trying to keep from drawing attention to her bloomers, which were inconveniently a size too small, looking more like underwear than athletic wear and leaving nothing to the imagination.

At first, everything seemed normal. Yoshi's classmates were still vapid and idly preoccupied with each other's blabbering to notice what was in front of them. Showly, however, the looks started trickling in. Some were horrified, some confused, some morbidly fascinated, and some merely broke down to laugh their asses off.

“Is that like... her panty liner? No...”

“A tumor?”

“Oh, my god.”

“Holy shit look!”

“SHE HAS A DICK!”

Soon, everyone's thoughts were synchronized, fixated on Yoshi's deformed genitalia, which bulged through the front of her bloomers. Even Shinobu, the one whom she thought would be most okay with it, was holding hands up to his face in shock.

“Oy! Back to work, all of you!” the coach commanded, trying to restore order.

Even as the teacher and teacher's aides herded the students to different sections of the gym, the laughing continued. They cackled, heckled, teased, and stared.

“Im sorry, Ikeda,” the teacher said, handing her back the errant jacket, “you can sit out the rest of class or even go home now if you'd like.”

Like a carnival freak discarded when sideshows became unpopular and politically incorrect, Yoshi Ikeda, the intersexed teenage girl retreated home at a wounded pace. She was so close to normal, yet so far. The kids at Yamaku were just as bad as the ones in the outside world. What was the point?

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Stick Figures
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A dozen girls limped, hobbled, ran, and rolled out of the hallway bathroom. There was a monster inside. It was a mythical beast, shrouded in mystery, whose cursed traits included a violent libido, a host of infectious diseases including the ability to make others like herself, and the ability to cast hexes upon others. Nervously, they waited in the halls for the bathroom to be free again, dancing in place to postpone bodily urges.

“It's safe to go inside, girls,” the mutant announced as she left. In the week since her outing, hers was a lonely existence, whose only friends were fear, loathing, disgust, and ridicule.

Desensitized, Yoshi marched past the snickers, whispers, and stares on her way to her homeroom. To compliment the breasts-and-phallus-wearing stick figure carved into her desk, some of her classmates compiled a notebook of insults for her that day. Even with her self administered numbness, the words still stung when written in handwriting she recognized.

“Futa”

“Dickgirl”

“Shemale”

“Freak”

“Transvestite”

“Ladyboy”

Yoshi closed the book just when the insults started getting directed to her family. She opened up her backpack to clean out whatever her peers have planted inside while she was using the restroom. Inside, she found torn out pages from hermaphrodite porn comics, more insults scrawled on notepaper, lewd drawing of her likeness by the same artist who committed her image to all the bathroom walls, and... a love letter?

Initially skeptical, Yoshi read the heart shaped card and her sedate heart exploded with joy. Just as the teacher returned to start a lecture, she launched out of her chair to share the good news with the only person left who wouldn't squirm away from her.

“If you're gonna be hovering over me,” Shinobu advised while securing a wooden dowel into the shop class workshop's lathe. “you should put on some goggles and get some ear protection.”

Despite the recent downgrade of Shinobu's and Yoshi's from “friendship” to “acquaintance,” Yoshi was still eager to share the news with the closest thing she had to a friend. She had not discussed her outing with Shinobu since the past Saturday and the silence hung over them like an overbearing fog of awkwardness. Like the others, Shinobu simply didn't look at Yoshi the same anymore.

“A date, huh? Good for you.”

“Yup, yup. Let's ditch PE on Saturday and you can help me get ready.”

“What?” Shinobu shouted, over the screeching and whirring of his project being turned.

“I SAID WE SHOULD DITCH SO YOU CAN HELP ME GET READY.”

“I heard you,” Shinobu responded, turning off the lathe, “and, no.”

“P-Pleease!” Yoshi whined, batting her eyelids.

“Ugh, fine.”

...

Yoshi should have expected it to happen that way. She had been waiting in the park for an hour and thirty minutes, half of the requisite three hours required to be truly pathetic.

Every time a figure approached her general direction, her heart jumped with false hope, only to crash down even deeper into despair.

“I'll go home when it starts to get dark,” she said to herself, closing her eyes, resolving to let her mystery date reveal himself instead of hanging on a string for him.

“Oy, Yoshi, wake up.”

Upon hearing Shinobu's voice, Yoshi sighed. He must have arrived to rescue her from further humiliating herself. Much to her surprise, he was wearing a tie and blazer, and was presenting a rose to her.

“Take this, I stole it from the school greenhouse.”

“Nobu, what's going on, are you the one who...?”

“No, but I suspect the classmates of yours who are hiding behind that bush over there- no, don't look -and laughing their asses off are the ones who arranged for you to be stood up. Come on, let's go. I'll be your date today.”

“No,” she said, rejecting his outstretched hand. “You're one of the popular kids. Being seen with me will only bring you down.”

“Like I give a shit about what they think,” he scoffed, grabbing her hand and pulling her up from the bench. “When I heard some girls back at school talk about what they were doing to you, I had to come here.”

“But I'm just a freak. Don't I weird you out? I'm barely even a girl.”

“Yeah well, people who get weirded out by a girl like you deserve to be freaked out and to be freaked out often. Like they will be if we do this...”

Shinobu looked up at Yoshi and gently tugged down her chin with his fingertips to give her an open-mouthed kiss.

“You're a strange man, Nobu,” Yoshi giggled. “I think you came all the way here just to steal a kiss from me. I'll bet you're madly in love with me too.”

“Hah, I'm just exploiting your misfortune for my own entertainment.”

“Don't be such a tsundere. You like me, don't you?”

“Uh, I would be lying if I said I didn't think you were attractive.”

“I knew it!”

“But I didn't say I was attracted to you!”

At the bowling alley, Shinobu and Yoshi played three games, just like they used to before things got weird between them. At least to Yoshi, things still weren't quite normal.

“Hey, Nobu, are we for real now?”

“Wh-what?” Shinobu gasped, tossing his ball into the gutter.

“I mean,” Yoshi confessed, lining up her swing, “I know that kiss probably wasn't supposed to count, but I felt something. It probably wasn't real for you, but it was real for me.”

Shinobu got up from the bench, yanked Yoshi by the shoulders so she'd face him, and kissed her again with a jump, making her drop her ball, sending it into the gutter.

“It was real to me, and so was that one.”

“S-So, are we dating now? For real?”

“I guess so. And... that was for messing up my last shot.”

...

“Sooo,” Yoshi's classmate sneered, bending down to harass her while she sat at her desk, “looks like someone got a nice pity date this weekend! It's a real shame that Shinobu had to date a dude. Well, I suppose once he comes to his senses, I'd be more than happy to show him what a REAL girl is like.”

Yoshi smiled politely, then smacked the girl in the belly as hard as she could, dislodging her urostomy bag.

“You know what the difference between you and me is?” Yoshi retorted gently as the girl scrambled to find something to cover up her leak. “I can pee anywhere I want.”

“...And I have a boyfriend.”

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A Pair of Mistakes
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Shinobu stumbled out of the bathroom, still steaming from the hot shower after his afternoon jog. Wheezing, he fell into his chair, placed a clear mouthpiece to his face, and pressed a few buttons on his oxygen concentrator. As the appliance hummed and hissed away, Shinobu took a few relaxed breaths. In the decade since his infected lungs were hacked at, he has improved and adapted to life with diminished lungs, but he was still far from truly independent.

Even though he was in his third year of high school, Shinobu's soft features and small build gave others the impression that he was still in middle school. Even without the after effects of a childhood illness stunting his growth, he would have never grown into an imposing macho-man, it just wasn't in his blood.

In order to more truthfully convey his true age and personality, Shinobu did his best to play the serious, mature, “straight-man” among his peers. To look older, he bleached his hair, dressed in slightly more formal clothes than usually required, and seldom smiled. He was almost never seen wearing just a t-shirt.

With his pulse and breathing more or less normal, grabbed a towel off the floor and dried his hair out. Without warning, a set of claws grabbed at his scalp and tugged at his bottle-blonde hair.

“You have such nice, thick hair, Nobu, you should really grow it out.”

“Dammit, Yoshi, when did you get here?” he asked, turning around to face the intruder.

“When you were in the shower.”

“Did you see anything?”

“No, why?”

“Good.”

In their final year at Yamaku, Shinobu and Yoshi were classmates in homeroom, as well as neighbors. Although their relationship had ended months before, they remained on good terms and were still best friends.

“Why are you here anyway?” Shinobu asked while drying his face with the sleeves of his bathrobe. “Aren't you supposed to be on a date?”

“It was horrible,” she griped while squirming on his messy bed, “he looked nothing like his picture and all he wanted to do was get into my pants.”

“Well that's internet dating for ya. Have you considered posting your profile in places other than deviant fetish forums?”

“My kind of thing is something you have to share right away. On those sites, at least I know beforehand that they're okay with how I am.”

“Yeah, but people who lurk there would be into you JUST for that, you know? Maybe you should switch teams.”

“But I don't like girls,” she grumbled, flicking her long, red hair out of her face. “Besides, girls are even more judgmental about it. They think I'm some kind of freak who'll just rape them.”

“'Go to Yamaku,' they told me,” she whined, quoting her parents. “'The kids are more tolerant and understanding than in a normal school.' Jeez, you know what? It's totally okay here to have a missing whatever, but you're screwed if you have something extra.”

“Maybe it's unrealistic expectations. Whenever they see someone like you in popular media, they're usually some supermodel or porn star type with jugs the size of their head, just to throw you off.”

“Oy,” Yoshi growled, “you callin' me ugly?”

Yoshi was almost the very definition of average looking. She was attractive enough, but nothing about her outward looks made her stand out. She slumped over into Shinobu's shoulder when he sat on the bed with her.

“Nobu, why didn't we work out?” she sighed.

“You said that you prefer manly men with beards and square jaws, remember?”

“Nah-uh. I never said that!”

“I distinctly remember you calling me a 'babyfaced dainty-boy.'”

Yoshi buried her face in Shinobu's bathrobe, making him blush with discomfort.

“What do you think would've happened if we went to the next level? Do you think you would've run away from me?”

“N-Nah,” he replied, pushing her off, “porn has desensitized me to that kind of thing.”

“You wanna see it?” Yoshi eagerly offered, hoping to put to rest her doubts as to how much Shinobu would have accepted her sexually. She knelt on the bed, pulled up her skirt, and stuck her thumbs into her panties.

“No... no, I don't need to... Hm,” Shinobu initially protested, then inspected with fascinated eyes, “it's smaller than I thought it'd be.”

“Yeah, you've been watching too many porn cartoons.”

“So, how... functional are you?”

“I can play pitcher and catcher but nothing comes out if I do things like a boy since I don't have balls. I do get periods and apparently I can get pregnant just fine, though.”

“Are you going to get it cut off so you can be all-girl?”

“I don't know. Maybe. The reason why it wasn't chopped off when I was a baby is because I have an aunt who was kind of the same. In her head, she was supposed to be a boy but they snipped her and tried raising her as a girl. She's totally nuts now.”

“But you consider yourself a girl, though, right?”

“Yeah, I tried being a boy, then being a tomboy. Didn't work out too good.”

“I think you should keep it,” Shinobu said after seeing Yoshi get aroused from having an audience.

“Oh?” she accused with a devious smile. “You're getting turned on, aren't you? You sicko...”

“I'm not! I just... I just think you should be proud of the body you were born with.”

“Yeah, right! What, you want me to hold up a sign flaunting the fact that I'm one of God's mistakes?”

“Well, no,” he said, looking away shyly.

“Oh, I think I get it. You're jealous, aren't you? I'll bet mine's bigger than yours, huh? Let's see it!”

“Not a chance!”

Yoshi pounced on Shinobu and forced him onto his back on the bed. Before he could fight her off, she flipped open his bathrobe, just under the knot at his waist.

“Wait... what? Shinobu... where is it? Did it get chopped off somehow?”

Instead of answering right away, he ashamedly hid his eyes in his palms, not even bothering to close his legs together or cover up.

“I-I never had one,” he creaked out, his voice turning feminine under pressure.

“I don't understand. So you were born without a penis?”

“No, not just that,” Shinobu said, sitting up to pull the top half of his robe apart to display his small but definitely girlish breasts, “I... this, all of this... It's all wrong. You said you were a mistake? No, you can fix that and become a girl if you want. I'm the one who is a mistake. I'm not a girl, but look at me!”

“Wow, looking at you knowing what I do now,” Yoshi stated while spreading apart Shinobu's legs to get a better look, “it's so obvious now that you're a girl. Yet I must say, Nobu, you had me fooled pretty good the whole time.”

“H-Hey! Don't touch it!”

“Sorry,” Yoshi giggled while continuing to pet and poke at the first normal vagina she had ever seen, “I can't help it. It's so cute.”

“It's not cute, it's a goddamned birth defect and I hate it. Now do you understand why I couldn't stay with you? I know you don't like girls. I had to stop things before you found out. I've been lying to you this whole time, I'm sorry. I understand if you hate me now.”

“Hey, Shinobu,” she said, grabbing his hand, which she just noticed was smaller than hers, “if you think about it demographically, you're more normal than I am. And if you truly are a boy, then you never lied to me.”

“I'm sorry you had to find out this way.”

“Don't worry about it. I probably wouldn't have told you I was intersexed if I didn't run out of clean shorts that one day and had to wear bloomers to gym class.”

“Heh,” Shinobu laughed flatly, “yeah, that was a very awkward day for everyone.”

“So, Nobu,” she asked, drawing circles around his nipples with her index fingers, “since your secret was the only thing keeping us apart, do you think we could...?”

“You really want to be a lesbian?”

“Lesbian nothing. You're pretty much a boy, and I'm pretty much a girl, so yeah, why not?”

Yoshi unraveled Shinobu's robe and pushed him over once more on the bed.

“Whoa whoa, stop!” he protested, breaking up their kiss, “is that your... thing poking at me?”

“So it is, why?”

“Put something on!” he begged. “I don't care what they told you about your equipment, you are NOT getting me pregnant!”

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Corrective Device
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“One foot after the other,” Shinobu said to himself. “Left, right, left, right, left, ri...ARGH!”

Shinobu angrily tossed his one pair of heeled shoes into the open closet and put on a pair of flats and verified that they still fit. From under his bed, he pulled out a forbidden looking box that was abandoned there as soon as it came under his possession. Inside was a blue dress, a gift from his grandmother, a seamstress who still held onto hopes that Shinobu would become a girl.

Nervously, Shinobu slid into the dress and zipped it up. With that one restrictive garment, he became a she. In the bathroom, Shinobu expertly applied makeup to her face. In the final, desperate years of his girlhood, Shinobu overcompensated with girly habits in a vain attempt to escape his true self and conform his mind to match her body.

He didn't recognize the person in the mirror. She was a ghost from his past. Someone who died years ago and should have stayed dead. Shinobu hated his old self because his old self was a girl. Girls are weak, wavering, and shallow. A girl couldn't have possibly endured with his condition, but Shinobu the boy could, and he did.

But lately, Shinobu the boyish ladykiller has been faltering. Even with his girlfriend knowing the full extent of his “condition,” Shinobu was struggling with the idea of having sex with her. He wanted to, badly, but the whole idea of receiving vaginal intercourse disgusted him. It reminded him of the girl he abandoned to become himself. He had no problem playing with Yoshi and pleasuring her from the waist up, but as soon as her panties came off, he would get scared off.

It was a dumb fear and he was ashamed to feel it. Shinobu knew he had to just take it like a man and let his girlfriend penetrate him. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it. In a final act of desperation, he came up with the idea of being a girl again, at least for his first time. Maybe if he fooled himself into getting into the mood, being the girl would become palatable.

He completed the regression by painfully forcing earrings through piercings that had almost completely closed up from disuse. After instinctively groping around for pockets to place his keys and wallet, Shinobu dusted off a purse, placed his belongings inside and left to go pick up Yoshi.

“I'm coming!” she called out from behind the door before opening. “Oh. Um, Shinobu?”

“Yes, it's still me,” he clarified, glaring at Yoshi's understandably confused look.

“Why are you dressed like that if you're just coming next door?”

“Sorry, I needed to get into character for this.”

“I see. Are you more comfortable now? Cuz I'm... uh, I don't know what to think about this. It feels kinda gay.”

“Just pretend your boyfriend likes to crossdress,” he uncomfortably squeaked out in something resembling a vaguely feminine voice, “because that's how it feels for me right now.”

“Oh, okay...” Yoshi uneasily complied, letting Shinobu inside her apartment.

“Would you like some tea?” she asked, before slapping the back of her head at the way she was suddenly treating Shinobu differently. “Sorry! It's just that right now it feels like I just met you so pardon me if I'm being all formal.”

“It's fine. I'm kind of on edge too. I was reintroduced to an old friend earlier.”

Shinobu and Yoshi sat on her bed and stared at each other for an eternity, occasionally giving each other a deadpan kiss to try building up momentum.

“So um, how are we going to do this? I don't know how to be the guy.”

“Well, you push me over onto the bed, get on top of me, and then you know, you just do me.”

“Like this?” Yoshi asked after kissing Shinobu's neck while trying to be aggressive.

“Yeah, sure and... why are you touching my boobs?”

“Because you have them, silly.”

Yoshi tossed her pants aside and pried her fingers into Shinobu's panties. Shinobu reciprocated by reaching around Yoshi's back to finger her from behind, avoiding the reminder of what she had that he didn't.

“Okay, that's enough!” Yoshi surrendered, rolling over to lay next to Shinobu and concealing her shame with a throw pillow. “If you're not going to enjoy this, we should stop now. It's not going to work.”

She was hurt and on the verge of tears. After all that time, Shinobu still wasn't accepting her, but she couldn't bring herself to resent him for it.

“Yoshi,” he remorsefully whimpered out as he reached for his girlfriend, “I'm sorry, we can keep...”

“No, it's fine,” she gulped, rolling over to face away. “We should find something else to do today.”

Shinobu took a deep breath and tried hard to get over himself. He was hurting his girlfriend's feelings for the thousandth time. She had been so kind to him and had put up with his moods and shortcomings. She deserved to be appreciated. He grabbed her by the hip and rolled her over onto her back.

“This is so gay,” he thought to himself as he took her in his hand and stroked.

“Nobu... It's okay, you don't need to do this.”

“Shh,” he said before going down on Yoshi.

It was an alien sensation, but after persevering and taking things slowly, he started to enjoy it.

“Do you want me, like this?” he asked through lipstick smeared lips while straddling Yoshi.

“Yes. Please.”

Still wearing the dress, Shinobu guided his girlfriend inside and pushed himself down and forced her through. He felt his mind erupt as he tried processing the sensations he was feeling. He was finally experiencing what it was like to be a girl. With his virginity gone, he felt as if the girl from his past had finally achieved some victory. Satisfied with his overcoming of those fears of his, Shinobu rode Yoshi and relished in the joy he saw in his girlfriend's face.

Afterwards, the girlfriends cuddled on the bed. Yoshi stroked and petted Shinobu's hair as he carefully minded his tiny breaths as he calmed down. With his smeared makeup, messy hair, and confused look, he truly looked like a wreck.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” she said to him. “I have something for you.”

Yoshi handed her boyfriend a giftwrapped box and asked him to open it right away. The contents shocked him into a loss for words.

“When you catch your breath, I would like to know what it's like to be a girl too.”

Shinobu couldn't get his cursed dress off fast enough. With the damned thing across the room, he wiped what makeup he could off with his forearm, discarded the lacy bra and dainty earrings, and flexed his muscles in relief. He eagerly put on the strap-on and analyzed it.

“Hey, Yoshi...” he gloated, while teasingly poking at Yoshi with his new member and stroking her.

“...Mine's finally bigger than yours.”

-End-

[Extremist_Line]

Oh my God you posted it...

....

Well, I'm honored to be quoted, if anything.

I'm just gonna stand over here and watch the fireworks.

[neumanproductions]

The man has done it. No sooner do I recover from his last exploit that I find this here. Not something new after Cat Girl Alliance having been thrust into my path but you are the one that pushed that button again on me.
You could be the one to push me from my straight, lovely depictions in my fics. I suppose I did promise someone a LillyxHanako fic so I should get on that soon along with the Yugioh cross one. But I got to kill someone off in my deathnote cross. However, three things demand my attention soon; one of them is on the 10th.
I'll finish off by saying you really have something special in that mind of yours.

[Shades of gray]

o.0

see attachment for what i was like after reading

[Xuan]

I'm running obscenities full time inside my head and honestly I had no idea whether to call you a genius, or just run away screaming those words in my mind.

[Mag]

wow kosherbacon. looks like these stories really messed with some people. And here i thought they were nice stories. Honestly people, is futanari's that obscene in the anime world? There's worse out there. Great job kosherbacon. For writing these awesome stories and apparently scrambling the minds of your fans.

[Shades of gray]

wow kosherbacon. looks like these stories really messed with some people. And here i thought they were nice stories. Honestly people, is futanari's that obscene in the anime world? There's worse out there. Great job kosherbacon. For writing these awesome stories and apparently scrambling the minds of your fans.

if you are referring to me (and the pic i posted... that was just me having a laugh) just gonna say, yeah, it's freaky to some people.. but then, I knew a priest called peter, he is now called carol (full out sex change) it was... really screwed up to talk to a priest that you knew for years and then one day find out that the new female priest is actually the old male priest...

still, had to get used to it in the end.

[Mag]

wow kosherbacon. looks like these stories really messed with some people. And here i thought they were nice stories. Honestly people, is futanari's that obscene in the anime world? There's worse out there. Great job kosherbacon. For writing these awesome stories and apparently scrambling the minds of your fans.

if you are referring to me (and the pic i posted... that was just me having a laugh) just gonna say, yeah, it's freaky to some people.. but then, I knew a priest called peter, he is now called carol (full out sex change) it was... really screwed up to talk to a priest that you knew for years and then one day find out that the new female priest is actually the old male priest...

still, had to get used to it in the end.

Not just you. There are other people that may be freaked out by all this. It's just that once you get on the internet, your innocence is basically destroyed. There are some crazy and weird shit out there that mess' with your head. For example, meatspin.com is the perfect example to this. Reason why it was made? To fuck with people.

As for the priest that had a sex change...now that i find a bit weird. I mean, i would ask a bunch of questions that would make it seem like it goes against the religion but I'm not that religious myself (even though I went to a catholic school ever since I was four till eighteen).

[Shades of gray]

I would give the church's address, the thing that got me though was that peter had a wife and kid, the wife left (just before the peter had the change, which explains it i guess) with the kid and that was the last i heard of her, peter then became carol...

to this day i still refer to carol as peter in my mind.

and god (pun intended?) only knows how he/she/it is still a priest