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I was walking side by side with Tomy-chan. The street was empty; only the sound of cicadas accompanied us. I looked around at the nostalgic, yet new, landscape. I looked at Tomy-chan and myself... the dissonance between the mundane location and us sohow seed to fit.
Like the place, which had changed over ti... the weather felt similar, yet different.
Tomy-chan and I were the sa: still together, still unique to each other, but... it wasn’t exactly the sa.
I could feel the weight of what we were about to do, of what had been done... and the curiosity about how Tomy felt was growing more intense inside my chest.
I needed to understand better... I needed to know if I wasn’t hurting her.
The most unforgivable thing for was to hurt Tomy-chan! Even if I didn’t love her romantically, I certainly loved her as soone extrely important.
She was undoubtedly indispensable in my life.
I looked at Tomy-chan. She was distracted, her calm eyes looking at from ti to ti with her typical sweet and happy smile. The thin shirt I had chosen for her showed light damp patches of sweat.
Maybe it wasn’t the ti... maybe we should wait... things seed to be going too fast, too fast for her to get used to it...
But if she thought about things too much...
she might not want to continue.
I lightly wiped a drop of sweat that ran down my forehead.
The tornt between returning to the old sweet world or continuing to tread in the spicier one was becoming unbearable.
My childhood friend didn’t seem to mind things... at least not when I was involved.
I looked at her, and she still didn’t seem to care about the heat.
She was already used to being uncomfortably hot; the sweat caused by her extra clothes felt like a kind of do.
And yet, she always slled so good...
"Tomy-chan," I squeezed her small hand that was clasped to mine.
"Yes, Mi-kun?" She looked at peacefully.
"Aren’t you uncomfortable in this hot weather?" I observed that the fabric was trying to cling to her figure, and she struggled to keep it loose.
The lighter white blouse I chose for her was strategically selected for later...
She looked down and sighed softly. "...It’s not uncomfortable... not the heat... the other blouses are warr, this one is comfortable!"
She squeezed my hand. "The outfit Mi-kun chose is cooler! Thank you~"
And then she gave an anxious look around; luckily, the streets were empty.
"...But... it’s too light... what if soone looks at ..."
I understood her dilemma: exposure versus comfort.
The more comfortable she beca, the more exposed her curvy body ended up being, and with that...
"...People look at strangely..." She shrank against my body; it seed she rembered glances from the past or felt an invisible one upon her.
"...I only like it when Mi-kun looks at ~"
I smiled and gave a light kiss on her slightly sweaty forehead.
I took a deep breath... I wanted to know more about why she felt this way. It was strange that it had taken so long to have this conversation with her.
The idea of physical discomfort always seed trivial to ... it felt like what I felt... but if it was the sa, then why had she changed so much?
She was no longer the tomboy from childhood... and I needed to know what she felt.
I now needed to know the cause of the transformation, why she had beco shy and evasive.
"...Girlfriend-chan... you once told your body felt strange..." She gripped the edge of her blouse while listening to my words. "...I never really understood..." I smiled slightly to ease the visible tension in her. "Could you tell more...?"
Tomy-chan flinched and gave an anxious look. "...Mi-kun will think I’m strange..."
I tapped her forehead. "Baka! I’ll never think you’re strange!"
I smiled at the thought of finding her strange... because in the end, I knew... between the two of us, I was the strange one...
Tomy gave a slight giggle. But then she gave a trembling look.
"...Are you sure...?"
I stopped walking and hugged her tightly. "Tomy-chan will never be strange to !" I felt her lt in my embrace, the tension fading. When I looked at her, all the discomfort seed to have eased.
I slled her scent... even her sweat was sweet... the sight of her damp skin was even slightly sexy...
"...So..." She made a thoughtful face and pointed to a shadow. "...Let’s go over there, then I’ll tell you..."
When we sheltered from the sun, she took a big sip of water from her bottle. I caressed her head. I was slightly anxious, curious about what could be ’strange’ about her...
Maybe she was more like ...
Maybe my childhood friend, as she always was, could once again tell sothing that resonated with ... We had always been so compatible in our tastes...
"...When I beca a teenager..." She held my hand, seeking support. "...my body started to feel strange..."
I glanced at her curves; Tomy saw my gaze. "...not that... I an... that too, but..."
She took a sip of water, this ti her small hand was trembling. "..."
Fuuuh~ she sighed, gathering courage.
"...I can tell Mi-kun..." she murmured softly. "...My breasts... they beca sensitive..."
She seed to recall the sensation... "...and it felt so good to touch them..." She looked at seeking comfort.
I smiled. "I understand... when I was going through puberty, I also focused on strange things..." Locking oneself in the bathroom or bedroom and playing with oneself was a canonical event in everyone’s life.
Tomy-chan smiled in relief... "...Yes... but... it got worse..."
She took another sip of water. "...It felt... it felt like all the ti my breasts wanted to be massaged..."
She looked at tensely.
I smiled and squeezed her hand supportively. "...If Tomy-chan had told , I would have massaged them for you~"
The truth was I wouldn’t have... my love for Rey-chan would have prevented it... it was lucky Tomy never asked, or our relationship...
Gulp. I swallowed hard... I could have lost her... if she had co to earlier, I might have shown disgust, and that would have forever broken our relationship, our companionship that was always perfect.
Tomy-chan smiled brightly. "Seriously? Mi-kun doesn’t think it’s strange?"
"Of course~" I lied. I would have felt disgusted with her and said bad things or shown it, and that would have been terrible and cruel...
At the ti, I only had eyes for Rey-chan... not that things are much different nowadays... but now there was sothing driving ... sothing that made accept Tomy-chan’s touch.
Tomy-chan’s eyes glittered, I almost saw a heart in them... "Heheh." She laughed foolishly. "Then I’ll ask for more~"
I smiled at her and nodded. "Tell more~" Now, in a softer mood, she seed to be able to think more clearly.
"You know, then I’d be there, massaging my breasts non-stop..." She gave a look and saw that I was still smiling. "And over ti... the ’mini Tomy-chan’... also started to beco uncontrollable..."
She held her breath and seed to search for sothing in my expression. Since I was still smiling, she let out a slight breath.
Fuuuh~
"It was so unbearable..." She looked at , trying to express the intensity of the discomfort. "Always, always itching... It was like I couldn’t do anything else, it was awful!"
I pretended to understand. "Wow! That’s so uncomfortable!" Tomy-chan shook her head like a pecking bird.
"Uh-huh. And then to make things worse..." She held her breast with one hand and looked at it critically. "...My body changed, which was fine... but people started looking at differently..." She gave a look that said: ’uncomfortable!’.
"I don’t know why they looked that way, but..." She seed to shrink and look at apprehensively.
"...My body beca more... strange when they looked..." She flinched.
I placed a hand on her shoulder and lightly caressed it."Wow, that’s complicated!"
She again tried to study my expression.
"...D-Does Mi-kun think I’m strange...?"
I smiled and patted her head again. "Baka! You’ll never be strange to !"
I repeated my line, trying to ease the mood again.
My childhood friend smiled again.
"Mi-kun always understands ~" She hugged tightly. "You’re always good to ~"
That wasn’t a lie; I always understood her... and always acted for her well-being... until the strange fetish erged... But even so, if I found out she hated it... I would step away from that desire. I hoped she didn’t hate it...
She pulled back a little from the hug to look in the eyes. "So, Tomy-chan’s body is ’ero’ and ’perverted’~" I said in the sensual tone we used.
Tomy looked at and widened her eyes; her cheeks turned pink. She was silent for a while. "Uh-huh..." she agreed lightly.
That sounded like electricity to ; it felt like I had been shocked. I had never really stopped to reflect on what that ant... until now.
felt like letting out a sigh of relief. Luckily, I only understood this now! If it had been before... if it had been before I discovered my hidden desire... it would have been terrible.
The slight excitent I felt now... would never have happened...
She looked at smiling slightly, waiting for to say sothing. "...And what makes Girlfriend-chan’s body happy...?" I stamred slightly, anxiously awaiting the answer.
Tomy seed lost in thought, and then she faced and smiled.
"With Mi-kun!" She touched my cheek lightly. "Mi-kun is always on my mind! And then... and then my body always reacts to that..."
Her smile was so sweet... to the point of being... almost as cute as Rey-chan...
I swallowed hard and decided to ask about sothing else... how she felt about that old man’s touch...
"About... the beggar’s massage. Were you... were you okay with that? What do you feel...?"
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