HideakixMisha - At Odds (WiP)

There's always something tough about the day, no matter which it is.  Today was a day I thought to be mostly free of distractions, but unfortunately, my sister's little pet has made her way into our house once again.

I can hear her boisterous voice from here in my room.  She's so loud, so hamfisted with everything she says.  Unnecesarily so.  I'm fine as long as she stays out of my way.

I can cast them both out of my mind, because I'm alone to my devices, and it's outfit sorting day.  The day I cover my room with various articles of clothing from my collection in order to allocate them by color, size, length, and other variables as well as I can.

I'm told I have terrible fashion sense, even excusing the fact that I'm, well, not a girl, yet dress like one.  I can match outfits easily, I just never bothered to find a point to it.  I wear what I like to wear, that's always the notion I've stuck by.  I shrug off any judgement by others, being quite used to it.

Pink socks, mauve stockings, indigo striped shorts, and so on, the sorting and considering goes by in a standard fashion, until I lay out a few casual dresses that I happened to find in the back of my closet today.  I'm not much of a dress fan, and I can't even begin to imagine wearing one in a 'casual' situation.  Two of the three articles are ridiculously short, they wouldn't even go past my thighs.  It's degrading.

Still, they do look cute.  I finger the soft red fabric of one of them in my hands as I imagine how it might look on me.  It appears to be pretty form-fitting, as do the other two, no excessive fabric in the chest area.

Wearing something like this would catch the gaze of pretty much anyone, that's for sure.  Not that I care about it either way.  I'm still not sure if I would care to wear one, nor do I even know which would be a good choice.

I try to forget about these thoughts as I resume sorting other pieces, but it's hopeless.  It's an issue that I need to solve.  I could just choose one at random, but I feel like I need more certainty on my choice.

I've asked my sister for fashion advice on a few occasions.  She humors me about it, but isn't exactly an expert herself, though she tries to be.  Seems like no matter what I'm wearing, if I ask her about my outfit, she calls it atrocious.

I'm broken out of my chain of thought by a series of sharp knocks at my door, followed by the all-too-familiar voice.  "Hide-chan~!  Are you in there?"

Hide-chan.  I blush for a moment.  Despite knowing that she uses that suffix for most everyone she knows, male or female, I can't help but be flattered whenever I hear it.  In truth, she's the only person who's ever called me something like that.

I clear my throat as well as my thoughts, and respond.  "Yes?  What is it?"

Misha knocks again.  "Hey!  Let me in~."

I grudgingly sumbit to her insistence, opening the door.  I try to block her from entering in further, but her eyes widen and she pushes past me without a second thought, nearly knocking me over.

"Oh WOW~!  Look at all these cute clothes everywhere~.  Are these all yours?"  Misha takes a few seconds to look at everything I had laid out, then turns back to me, her face bright.  "Are you playing dress-up, Hide-chan~?  How cute!"

Ugh.  "I'm not playing, and I'm not dressing up.  I'm just sorting.  Can you tell me what you want already?"

Misha looks a little crestfallen.  "Shizune and I were gonna go to the park and she wanted to know if you'd like to join us.  That's all, really~."

"No.  Not really.  I'm busy now."

I'm expecting her expression of disappointment to intensify, but she puts on a cheery face instead.  "Well, okay~, but Shizune is busy gathering supplies as we speak."  She seems to imply that remark as an exuse to stay, and as such, walks towards the dresses I was ruminating over, lifting one up and looking it over.  "Oh~!  I LOVE this one!  It's so pretty, look at how it sparkles~!"

I've seen it already.  It's pink, a color which I abhor.  And besides that, it's way too revealing, at both the top and bottom.  I'm not even sure why I have it.

Though, looking at her holding it, I must admit, it is damn sparkly.  In a very unique way.

I make an exasperated sigh.  "Yeah.  It's pretty," I say in the most boring monotone I can manage.  "Are you done?"

She seems to ignore me.  "Mmm~, I don't think I've ever seen you wearing anything like this~!"  She holds the dress out to me.  "Here, Hide-chan, wanna try it on~?"

Hell no.  Or at least, that's what I want to say.  I've always been almost certain Misha knows next to nothing about fashion, she seems the type to just wear whatever article of clothing she can reach at whatever point in time.  Even now she's wearing that stupid tan shirt with the name of some random Americans on it, probably pop singers or something equally uninteresting.

Her eyes are still lit up, her arms pushing the dress towards me.  She seems really bent on making me wear that god-awful monstrosity.  Does she really think I'd look cute in it?  The thought, having been given from a female, intrigues me.  "Okay, if I put on the dress, will you leave me alone?"

Misha jumps up as she yells out, "Yes~!"  I can't tell if she's agreeing to my terms, or cheering about my willingness to try out her selection.  Despite my natural assumptions, I'm kind of hoping it's the latter.

Without another word, I snatch the dress from her and start to make my way out the door to the bathroom.

"Hey, wait~!" She calls out to me as I'm about to disappear out of her sight.  "That dress is fastened in the back.  You can't put that on yourself, Hide-chan~!"

I inspect the dress to verify her claim.  Damn.  She's right.  I ask myself again how the hell I came to own this thing.

Even though I'm already stopped in my tracks, she swiftly steps in front of the open door before me, closing it without looking back.  Impressive.  She must have experience with this sort of thing.

She says to me, with total confidence, "Hmhmm~.  I'll help you out then, Hide-chan~!"

Do I really have a choice?  "Fine.  I'll put it on in the bathroom and then come back."

"Don't be silly, Hide-chan~.  You don't need to walk down the hall with an undone dress~.  Just put it on here."  She trots to a corner of the room, then continues while facing the wall, "I won't peek, promise~!"

How did I get myself roped into this again?  With no real alternative, I strip off my clothes, and put on the pink dress with a little trouble.  It's tight, even while un-fastened.  I don't think this is even my size.

"Okay, done," I call out to Misha.  As soon as I do, she turns about on one foot, then makes a gasp, holding her hands to her face.

"Oh, WOW!  Hide-chan, you are the cutest thing ever!"

Before I can even sigh in response to her, she's charged into me, her arms open, ready for a tight grip.

I'm about to push her off of me, but I'm suddenly overcome with the feel of her.  Her arms and chest press tightly against me.  I never imagined she could feel so plush.  It's kind of mesmerizing, really.  But that may be the lack of air my lungs are feeling from the iron grip of a hug she's giving me.

"Hrrg... let go..."

She does as I say, and I take a few deep breaths to regain my composure.  Even as she lets go and looks me over, I'm still blushing.

I start to glance to the side, but immediately stop, setting my eyes on her again.  "Hey, Stop looking at me like that."

"Oh, sorry, Hide-chan, I lost control a little bit.  You are irresistible, though!~"

Irresistible?  Is that me?  Just what is she saying?  No, she's messing with me, she always does things like this.

"Could you just go already?" I blurt to her, making a gesture of covering my non-existent chest.

Misha takes a look around.  "Well~.  Are you done yet, Hide-chan?  There's still all sorts of clothes around here."

I make a sigh of frustration.  "Don't you get it, this isn't some modeling session, this is-"

Before I can finish, she speaks up again.  "Ah!  I know what's wrong here!  I don't see any panties!"  She turns towards me, her head tilting the slightest bit.  "Do you wear panties, Hide-chan?"

My face is beet red, but I manage to let out an answer.  "Even if I did, it wouldn't matter to you."

To my dismay, she takes it as a yes, and proceeds to tear apart most of the other arrangements I've so carefully put together.  "Hmm, I don't see any, where do you put your panties, Hide-chan~?"

She's already rummaging through my nightstand drawers before I can make any objection.  She finds them without much trouble, with one of the drawers being completely full of them.  She pulls out a pair, looking at it with gleaming eyes.  Pink, frilly, and just a slight bit transparent.  That description goes for both her and the panties she's holding up.  I silently curse myself for ever having the mind to buy such things.  I wouldn't be able to stand wearing those, much less have someone like Misha see me in them.

I put a hand on the edge of the open drawer, getting her attention.  "This is a bit much.  I'm not trying those on."

"But... but... I insist, Hide-chan~!  You'd be the cutest thing ever in these!"  Misha puts on a sad face, forcing a few tears onto her eyes.  "Please, Hide-chan?  I gotta see this.  Just put them on and I'll leave you alone, I promise~."

I rub my temples for a moment, then look back at her.  She's acting really desperate about this, and to an equal extent, very flattering.  Even up to this point, I don't think I've gotten this many compliments about my appearance today from her than I've gotten in the past year.  "All right.  But I hold you to that promise."

So, she stands in a corner of the room yet again, looking away, as I try on another one of her suggestions.  It's really tight, especially around my package... this might even be a size or two too small.

Before telling her to turn around, I look over myself, and realize the folly of my acquiescence.  Everything about my manhood is completely visible.  What's even the point of panties like this?  They're not even trying to conceal anything.  Still, I'm cornered, ironically enough, by a girl standing in a corner.

It's fine.  She promised.  I can just let her see and then tell her to piss off, right?

"Alright, they're on, you can... look now."

Misha trots towards me as she looks me over.  "Oh... wow!  It's extremely cute~!  I love it, Hide-chan~!"

She looks over me a second time, and a third.  So much staring.  I move my legs up a bit in a hopeless attempt to preserve my modesty.  She stares just as hard, regardless.

Dammit, stop looking at me with those big, golden, prying eyes.

She looks down at me, and her eyes go wide while she points at my crotch area.  "Huh...~?  Hide-chan... you're... your thing is..."

She doesn't have to finish that sentence.  Even if she said nothing, I would've noticed it soon enough.  I'm getting hard.  At this moment, it's stretching through the panties she's coerced me into, which I now notice even more are way too small to accomodate for the action.

I cross my legs as fully as I can without losing balance and falling over, looking up at her face, which now, to my dismay, is showing mixed devious looks.

She stands there, stunned, silent.  Well, there's no helping the situation, really. This is bullshit. I can't be too ashamed about this, can I?

"So, Misha," I state to her, giving her a scornful stare, "Do you like what you see?"

To my dismay, she shakes her head, while wearing a worried frown on her face.  "Huh?  No, Hide-chan, it's not like that~."

You say that to me so submissively, yet in the same words, denying me.  You stupid girl.  Weren't you trying to drive me to this in the first place?  Sure seemed like it.

I make a move to lean over her, my hand over her shoulder.  "Are you sure it's not 'like that', Misha?"

I'm not prepared for Misha's shove.  I'm sent completely off her body, and to the floor of my room.

"H-hey!  What's the deal!?" I say as I recover myself, assembling myself in order to crouch before her again.

Misha just gives me a smirk, though a blush is matted all across her face.  "Wow, Hide-chan, I never thought you'd do something like that.  You've gone through puberty, haven't you~?  That's it, isn't it~?"

I expected her to be mad, but she's taking it as jokingly as ever, exuding one of her trademark laughs.

What kind of judgement is she trying to give me?  Of course I've gone through puberty.  There's been at least a few hairs in places I never expected.

I don't answer her, and simply nod.  "N-nah.  Not really."

"I don't believe it~," Misha calls out as she begins to stretch, showing most of the extremities of her body to me in the meanwhile, just making me all the more aroused.

She's asking for it now.  No, she's begging for it.  I'm not ready to give up, though, cognizant that she'd just push me off again if I simply tried to approach her.

So, I think outside of what's simple. I approach her again, as I did before.  As she attempts to push me away, I grab her extended wrist, while performing a quick leg sweep, sending her body crashing to the ground.

"H-hey~!  Self-defense tactics?  That's not fair, Hide-chan~!"

I'm on top of her before she can get up, pinning her down.  The next move, I know all too well, -
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