Kyle Emmerson wrote:
Ukyou pulled another shirt from her storage trunk and laid it out on
her bed. Konatsu wasn't quite her size, so she found herself having to
look through her older clothes. Not that Konatsu deserved hand-me-downs,
but it was all Ukyou had until--
--she smiled. Until tomorrow. Sure, she'd close the restaurant down
for a little while to do some shopping. Konatsu would certainly be
grateful, and it was summer break, so she wouldn't have to worry about
school.
She laid another shirt in the 'fit' pile. It was her old school
uniform from the boys school she attended with-- ugh-- Tsubasa.
What ever did happen to Tsubasa anyway? It seemed almost like she had
Whatever
traded one cross-dresser for another. Although the new one was much, much
more tolerable.
Closing the trunk, she addressed her attention to the pile of
clothing, and started to plan Konatsu's ensemble. She could always let him
choose what to wear-- but knowing him, he'd choose the most girlish
looking clothes Ukyou had. Like her Okonomiyaki vendors outfit.
No reason to capitalise that.
But still... She had always wondered what he would look like in a boys
school uniform.
She cast a glance up at the wall clock and sighed. Seven O'clock.
Which meant she had just enough time to give him a crash course, and
then--
Ukyou grinned.
"Hey, Konatsu," she called, picking out an ensemble fitting for a man.
"Come here and try this on!"
"Miss Ukyou?" Konatsu asked, poking his head into the room. He then
eyed the small pile of clothes on Ukyou's bed, and then the shirt and
pants she had draped over her arm.
"Here," she said, handing the clothing to him. "Try this on."
Konatsu took the clothes and examined them closely. A pair of loose
jeans and rather plain looking T-shirt. He looked up again. "Miss Ukyou?"
"Just go try it on," she said, pointing towards his room for emphasis.
"Then come back and we'll see how it turns out."
Konatsu looked back up, shrugged then happily pranced off to his room
to change.
Ukyou winced. She'd also have to teach him how to walk like a man.
Isn't it odd that "Walk Like A Man" is normally sung in falsetto?
****
Konatsu tugged at the jeans experimentally. "It... seems a bit loose,
Miss Ukyou," he said.
Ukyou smiled at her creation. The jeans were loose, but that went a
little in tune with the style, and the T-shirt was draped down over his
chest and stomach, ending just below his waistline. But still, he looked
somewhat...
...girlie.
Ukyou walked around him, scanning each and every nook and cranny on
the man. The earrings would have to go, but perhaps he could get a
sapphire stud in his left ear. The hair-- ugh. One of the most girlish
things about him. And the way he was standing-- all wrong.
Ukyou grabbed Konatsu's waist and shifted his balance elsewhere, then
opened his legs a bit.
"First lesson, Konatsu. Men don't stand with their legs so close
together," she said.
Sitting, he'll be worse.
Ukyou nodded. "That'd be wise. We ARE going out tonight."
Rushing him a bit.
"Not THAT Cologne. It's like perfume, except men wear it," she said,
pouring some on her hands. "Here."
Konatsu: Smells kind of like horse urine.
Ukyo: Drives the chicks wild!
Konatsu took the bottle from Ukyou and raised an eyebrow at her. "Miss
Ukyou? Why are YOU wearing Cologne?"
She's wearing an old chinese woman? Is that the latest in fashion accessories?
Ukyou patted her hands around her neck and blinked. "Well, I'm going
with you, you know," she said.
"But you said only men wear Cologne."
"Yes, and tonight, I'm going out with you as a man."
"But Miss Ukyou, you're a--"
"I'm a man tonight. And enough of this Miss Ukyou stuff! Tonight, I'm
just good ol' Ucchan!"
Konatsu blinked again. "U...Ucchan? Can I... Call you that? Isn't it
disrespectful?"
"No way, Konatsu. We're friends, right?"
Konatsu blushed a bit. "Well... You're my boss, and--"
"Bah. Even if I was to be formal about it, I couldn't handle someone
calling me 'Miss Ukyou' all the time. Besides, if I'm going to be a guy
tonight, I'd rather you not call me Miss Ukyou."
One of the problems with translating honorifics into English. "Sama" doesn't
mean "Miss". In fact, the way that honourifics and third person pronouns
have no gender in Japanese is a large part of why sexual identity confusion
is a big theme in manga.
"What... macho? You know... manly and stuff. I don't really understand
the basics of it myself, but when I was in the boys school, all the guys
were trying to prove how macho they were. It's like the universal guy
language."
Oh, I'm sure that Ukyo has at least picked up the basics of the macho mindset.
"I'm Ukyou, this is my... bud, Konatsu."
"Bud?" Konatsu asked, his eyebrow raised.
My pal, my homie, my main man!
This definitely wasn't going where Ukyou had hoped. They were supposed
to be hitting on Konatsu, not her. She needed to... ah, yes.
"Yeah, I just brought my friend here for tonight. He's heading back to
Kansai tomorrow..."
"Oh?" Miki said. "You're from Kansai, too?"
Kansai has a distinctive regional accent.
"Okonomiyaki. Everyone in my family practices it, but I'm the best of
my generation."
"Well, you're certainly modest," Midori smiled.
Ukyo: It helps that I'm an only child.
Konatsu narrowed his gaze and wore the defensive stance of his school.
"Sexy Kunoichi final attack! Flying beer glass of retribution!" he called
as he grabbed something from the counter and tossed it towards Kenji.
That hardly strikes me as a "final attack".
"Hard to say... try... Masculine Ninja! Or something..." Ukyou
suggested. Of course, he imagination wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
her
"How about I adopt Sir Ranma's school? I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I
call it Anything-Goes style. After all, it is an indiscriminate style."
"Well, I think that would be all right," Ukyou thought. "You should
still ask Ranchan, though."
"Who is the master of his school? Would it not be better for me to ask
him?"
"THAT old freak? You'd be better off asking Ranma. TRUST me."
Oh come on. Happosai can teach Konatsu how to be manly.