Hanako - The Changing Room [Non-H]

Here we sit on the bench, taking time to rest after walking around the shopping mall for almost an hour. To my right is Hanako, slumped against my side, while Lilly sits on the left humming as Akira paces around in front of us, calmly listening to the cell-phone held against her ear.

A few minutes elapse before she slaps the plastic slab closed and returns to us.

“Looks like we gotta go, sis.” Akira states.

“So soon?” Lilly asks.

“It's not like we aren't coming back. There's just a few things we need to go do down the street.” she answers.

“What's up?” I ask as Hanako perks up, looking between Lilly and her sister.

“Pops wants us to do some business related stuff at a law firm a couple of minutes down the road. Lilly has to come too, for some reason.”

“I guess it can't be helped, then.” she sighs.

Akira helps her sister to her feet and offers her arm, which she accepts.

“We'll be back in an hour or so~!” Akira calls out as she and her sister walk off towards the exit.

We say our goodbyes and soon Hanako and I are left sitting on the metal bench on our own. She's scooted over so close that our hips are touching, the air around her laced with lavender.

“Well, I guess it's just us, now.”

“Mhm.” She nods.

“So, what do you want to do today?”

Her violet eyes dart around, looking for something interesting that we hadn't already covered with Lilly and Akira. She looks at an arcade for a while, but shakes her head a few times before centering on a costume store right next door.

“H-how about that?” she says, her dainty finger pointing down to it.

“The costume store?” I ask.

“Umm...Yes...” she answers, blushing.

“I don't see why not.” I reply, standing up and offering her my hand.

She takes it and pulls herself to her feet, walking within inches beside me as we head over to a colorful place headed by a sign “That Time of Year.” Inside the store sits a large number of shelves and clothing racks, all stocked with a rather healthy selection of costumes and other items. Only one employee mans the entire store, and she appears to be sleeping at the counter.

I guess this place doesn't get much business.

It doesn't take long to find our way to a shelf filled with party hats, gas masks, and other novelty items, with Hanako poking up from the other end of the shelf in a different hat every few seconds, from a princess' tiara, to a pair of fuzzy cat ears, and even one of those timeless glasses+mustache getups, bringing both of us to laughter with each new thing.

Eventually she makes her way to the end of the row of shelves and picks up one of those Texan ten-gallon caps, slapping it on her head.

“That looks good on you.” I say with a chuckle.

“R-really?” she replies, flustered.

“Yeah, we just need a cowgirl outfit to go along with it.”

She giggles for a bit before poking me in the side, saying “this is a stickup, p-pardner.”

I start to laugh before spying a certain something on the rack behind her.

“Hanako, there's...”

She turns around and notices the same thing, her eyes widening in wonder. In a flash, she's standing in front of the rack, holding the hanger over her figure to make sure it fits.

“It's the perfect size and everything.” I say.

“Um...can we?” she asks.

“We have time, go ahead.”

She beams, a warm smile emerging on her face before she skips off to the changing rooms. I decide to wait by the clothes rack, at least until she comes back and pulls me along with her.

“M-make sure no one p-peeks.” she whispers before disappearing behind the curtain.

The sound of rustling clothing and zippers brings...enticing images into my head. I slap myself and try to shake off the thought, although focusing on it only brings more of the same.

Before I can make a scene out of bashing my skull against the wall, Hanako pokes out of the curtain, pulling it around her body to hide herself.

“I...I don't want anyone b-but you to see...” she mutters, her face dyed crimson.

I let her tug me into the changing room, my mind on the verge of imploding when I see Hanako dressed up as an old-west cowgirl, arms crossed across her belly in apprehension.

We couldn't find a pair of boots, but the pants and chaps hug her figure just right, and the shirt and cow-print vest are pretty easy on the eyes as well. The ten-gallon cap we started with rests easy on her head, and she's even pulled her hair back into a ponytail, a few loose locks still hanging across her face.

I can feel the blood rushing to my head, my heart throbbing just from the sheer amount of cuteness displayed in front of me. I can't even force out an answer, instead giving a shaky thumbs-up.

“It's g-good?” she asks.

I nod my head with fervor, popping my neck in the process.

“I'm glad y-y'all like it.” she answers, the sides of her mouth curving up into a playful smile.

The curtain almost rips as I jump out of the room, gripping my chest.

“That was too adorable.” I mutter to myself.

I'm given a chance to calm down as Hanako changes back into her regular clothes, stepping out from between the curtains with the costume re-assembled on a hanger.

“It was f-fun.” she comments

“I enjoyed that too. Almost a little too much.” I reply, causing us both to become flustered.

“We s-should get moving then, r-right?” she says, placing the outfit back on the rack.

I shake my head without thinking before yelling “why stop here? There's plenty of costumes here to keep us going!”

She jumps back, startled, before shuffling through the row of costumes, smiling as though this were the happiest day of her life.

“H-How about this one?” she asks, holding up a french maid get-up.

My entire body freezes up in shock, the mere thought of her in something like that sending warm shivers down my spine.

I'm only able to give a single nod of my head and a stern “Yes.”

She skips off to the changing room once more, the sound of clothing being removed and replaced sounding a little more rushed to my eyes.

“H-how do you do this?” I hear her mutter from inside.

“Any problems?” I whisper into the curtains, making sure not to peep inside, as much as I may want to.

“I can't zip up the b-back...” she answers, a thin hand reaching out and tugging on my sleeve.

I try to resist, although my will is proven to be wear as I let myself be pulled in to discover Hanako holding the dress up with one hand, her hair pulled aside and over her shoulder with the other. Her back is almost bare, with not even a bra-strap to interrupt the smooth, soft skin.

The sight of this sends blood rushing to my head even faster than the cowgirl outfit.

“The z-zipper is s-stuck.” she whispers, her entire body turning red in embarrassment.

In a robotic motion, I reach down with one hand and tug the zipper up.

The rest of my body reverts to robotic motions as I freeze up, face burning as she turns around, both hands on her chest to try and hide her cleavage.

“H-how about this one?” she asks, more flustered than I've ever seen her in my life.

The skirt only travels halfway down her thigh, showing off a less than decent amount of leg, while her shoulders lie exposed, her arms covered by black, elbow-length gloves. The white lacy trim accentuates the paleness of her skin, giving off an aura of purity despite the fact that she's trying on a risque outfit for her boyfriend in a dressing room.

“Amazing.” I mutter, my vision wavering.

My god, I always thought those stories about men fainting from seeing true beauty were just fairy-tales and jokes! How the hell was I supposed to know I'd be in that position one day?!

“T-thank you...”

My heart skips a beat, but not in the painful “I'm about to die” way, more in the “oh my god it's so cute I'm gonna die” way. The fact that I'm thinking in analogies this abstract just goes to show how-

“...M-master.”

I escape from the room in any way I can: leaping out of the curtains headfirst. That was a dangerous situation.

“W-wait, Hisao! I need you to undo the zipper!” she cries out.

I re-enter the booth, trying to focus on a random object to keep my heart from stopping, but all I can do is admire the smooth skin of Hanako's back. The situation only gets all the more dangerous when I tug too hard and wind up jerking the dress out of her hands, which welcomes me to a view of a flustered Hanako in nothing more than a pair of white panties with a purple bow and some black pantyhose.

This time I'm pushed out of the room with a playful “Kyaa~,” both of us laughing from the sheer absurdity of it all.

“W-what do you want to try next?” she asks from behind the curtain.

I look around the room for something else to try, my eyes stopping on a suit of red.

No, I couldn't. There's no w-

“How about this?” I ask as she exits the curtain holding the old costume, her jaw dropping when she lays eyes on the next one.

“A-are you sure?” she asks, still blushing.

“Why not?” I say, knowing that I may as well be marching to my death.

“If...If that's what you w-want.” she mutters, fidgeting as I hand her the hanger, placing the french maid costume back on the rack it came from.

Within a few minutes, a cry of “this one has a zipper t-too!” sounds from the curtain, followed by a dainty hand reaching out and grasping at the empty air for me to come in and help.

I salute a mannequin of a military officer and step into the room, well-aware of the potential death-by-cuteness that awaits me inside.

I wonder if something like would qualify me for hazard pay.

Inside, Hanako's clothing has been folded on the bench, with her pantyhose hanging from a silver hook. Her body attire has been replaced with a ruby-red bunnysuit, its leathery texture gleaming under the overhead light.

If I were a stereotypical Ecchi protagonist, I'd have died from the amount of blood lost through my nose already. Hanako pulls her hair back into a ponytail and hangs it over her shoulder, tugging at the strapless garment and pointing at the zipper resting at the base of her spine.

She lets out a gentle grunt as I grab the silver zipper and tug upwards once more, ready to die at any moment.

The second she turns around, it's like everything stops – time, my senses, my heart, even my train of thought screeches to a halt.

She nervously holds a pair of black bunny-ears in place, her eyes shifting back and forth as I look her up and down. The red bunnysuit hugs all of her assets quite well, showing off her slim waist and preserving the soft curves of her bust and her hips. Her long legs are accentuated by a pair of fishnet stockings, her knees rubbing together in anticipation, either for me to lose control and jump her, or to lose interest and leave.

“U-um...Is this what you w-wanted?”

“Yes, Hanako. This is what I wanted.” I reply in a deadpan manner, all sense drained by my mind.

“Do you think it l-looks good on me?” she asks, turning around and poking at the poofy white bunnytail, showing off how well the suit hugs her rear in the process.

“Indeed.” I answer in the same manner.

I'm going to die! I'm seriously going to die!

She gives me a cute smiles and turns around, her thin arms reaching around to try and undo the zipper but unable to.

In a last-ditch attempt to stay alive, I pull it down and backpedal out of the room, sitting down on the first bench I manage to run into. Hanako follows, replacing the outfit before taking a seat next to me.

“I think that's enough for now, any more and I might die from overload.” I continue.

“Really? I was having...f-fun."

She shies away from my surprised glance, still blushing as brightly as ever.

"I suppose we can try one more..." I comment, noticing an even more revealing costume than the last.

A thin veil, a facemask, a tube top and a long, sheer skirt, all in a purple theme with bead necklaces to go with it.

"T-that one?" she asks, pointing at what amounts to an arabic concubine's getup.

"...Maybe." I answer, still deciding if it would be worth it to embarrass myself by asking.

"I can t-try it on if you w-want..." she replies, fidgeting while she looks away.

"If you really want, then I can't say no." I answer, my face returning to the shade of red its retained for the other 3 costumes.

She stands up and pulls the outfit off of the rack, checking all of the sizes and blushing even more upon discovering that it fits just as well as everything else in the store.

I'm tugged by my shirt cuff over to the dressing booth, where Hanako once again disappears into the small room, the sound of mumbling and clothing flying off bleeding through the red curtains.

It takes a little longer than the others, but eventually she reaches out and pulls me in with a shaky hand, still nervous despite the fact that we've done this before.

However, this time it's me that's even more nervous. Beautiful face obscured by a violet facemask, veiled by a thin cloth? A thin choker and at least 4 bead necklaces strung from her neck? Body clad in only a tight purple tube top and a long, sheer skirt that shows off her shapely legs and the fact that the only thing underneath is a pair of white panties adorned with a purple bow? Who wouldn't be nervous in front of such...unnerving beauty?!

They should've sent a poet.

"H-Hisao? What's wrong?"

I must look like I'm having a stroke right now, what with my entire body heating up to the point where I'm sure there's clouds of steam puffing out of my ears.

"Nothing is wrong Hanako. Everything is right with the world." I answer with a thumbs up, having to pinch my nose to keep blood from spilling out from the increased flow to my head.

"Um...Is it good?"

"It's good. It's very good." I answer.

"It's too r-revealing." she answers, shivering either from nerves or from the AC just kicking in.

"Well yeah, you look like one of those belly-dancers from the middle east!" I comment.

"B-Bellydancing?" she asks, tilting her head.

"BELLYDANCING!" I respond, fired up for some strange reason.

"B-Bellydancing!" Hanako reacts, slapping her hands above her head and attempting to shake her hips side to side, failing that and yet still managing to look cuter than a mound of playful kittens.

My entire body stiff in awe from the heavenly display that just took place in front of me, I backpedal out of the room and sit on the first thing I bump into, content to lay down and die here -- besides, what is there to live for after that?

Hanako takes the cue to change back into her normal clothes and comes skipping after me with the weapon of mass destruction hung neatly on its hanger. The replaces it on the rack and takes a seat next to me, happier for some reason or another.

"So, are we done here?" I ask.

"I think so, changing like that is t-tiring." she responds.

“Shame I don't have a camera, that would've made for some exciting memories.” I say with a snicker.

“U-um, if you buy them, I wouldn't mind w...wearing one for y-”

“ICE CREAM, WHO WANTS ICE CREAM?” I yell as I jerk to my feet, dragging her along in an attempt to not explode right then and there.

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Hanako discards the emptied ice cream cone into a trash bin, joining arms with me once more as we pace through the mall.

“How about I try something on for you?” I ask, finding another clothing store.

“That's fine, I l-like you no m-matter what you wear.”

Hnnnng~.

“Well I like you no matter how you're dressed too, but it was still a lot of fun to see you in a cowgirl outfit.” I answer, trying not to recall the other two lest I drop here and now.

“Maybe s-some other time...” she answers.

I try to pull her into another arcade, but she seems frozen in place, her eyes glancing up and down a mannequin in some summer clothing.

“Hanako...do you want to try on more clothing?”

“N-n-no! W-we've already d-done that, and I don't want to waste more t-time...”

“It's not wasting time.”

She glances between me and the row of mannequins before looking at her feet, holding out her hand, and pulling me into the clothing store.

It only takes a few minutes to locate the clothing that was on the mannequin, and I'm left sitting on the bench next to the changing room, my ears once again to be tickled by the sound of cloth being shuffled off of her body.

This time, however, she steps out of the booth, locking eyes with me and giving me an expectant stare.

She traded the black pantyhose for a pair of black stockings, leaving a strangely attractive gap of skin between the top of her thigh-highs and the hem of the frilly black miniskirt.

Instead of dying from cuteness, I feel my body reacting in a different way, a way I don't totally approve of as her boyfriend but do totally approve of as a male.

“Hanako, that's very...nice.” I comment before even being asked.

“It s-shows so much s-skin though! How do girls w-walk around with this much showing...” she replies as she tugs the white tank top downwards, trying to cover up her exposed midriff.

“I think it might be a size too small.”

“R-really? It's t-tight everywhere...” she answers, drawing attention to her curvy hips and nicely shaped chest. And for some reason I just can't take my eyes off of her thighs! Why can't I look away from that gap of skin!?

“Hanako, I'm going to be honest here...”

She perks up, waiting.

“THAT IS TOO SEXY, TAKE IT OFF! PLEASE!”

She lets out a yelp as she backs away toward the dressing room.

“R-right here? N-now?”

“YES!” I answer.

Thank god there's no other customers in the store, because Hanako misinterprets my plea for sanity and starts stripping right there in the open, baring even more of her slim waist as she pulls the tank top off.

It takes all my self control to pull her into the dressing room and avert my gaze, trying to break my perverted thoughts with the music in the store.

However, the sight of the swimsuit section only makes it that much worse.

Hanako emerges from the booth blushing bright crimson, the undersized clothing hanging neatly from their hangers.

“Anything else you want to try?” I ask as she returns, my eyes unable to look away from the row of two-pieces.

“Um, not really. Is there...Is there anything you w-want?” she asks, her violet eyes filled with innocence driving a spike through my heart.

“No, that's it for me, we should go see if Lilly and Akira are...”

My sentence trails off as I spy a white and black checkered bikini, my mind screaming that I'll never get this chance again.

Even if I die, I have to try it.

“What's wrong, Hisao?” she asks, concerned as to why I'm frozen in place, maybe even a trail of drool leaking out the side of my mouth.

In one sudden motion, I leap toward the swimsuit section, grab the dainty two-piece off of the rack, and leap back to Hanako, holding it towards her with both hands.

“Do you...want me to t-try this on?” she asks, her eyes jumping between me and the skimpy thing in my hands.

“Would you?” I ask, the amount of blood flowing to my head creating enough heat to melt ice.

“U-um...If that's what you w-want. I d-don't prefer two p-pieces though...”

“If you want want to then don't! I'm not going to force my perverted desires on you!” I respond, reaching out to pull the garment back, place it on the rack, leave, and forget this ever happened.

As soon as I step forward, she jerks it out of my reach, causing me to step too far and winding up mere inches from her face.

“Do you w-want me to put on the swimsuit or not?” she asks with a stern expression.

“Yes.” I mutter.

“One condition.” she answers, unable to hide her embarrassment as she steps in a little closer.

“And what would that be?” I ask, still frozen in this awkward 'reaching for something' pose.

She stands on her tip-toes and leans in even closer, eyes closed and lips quivering in expectation. Without even thinking, I let my eyes shut and turn my head as I touch my lips to hers. Her cautious demeanor gives way to eagerness as she drops the dainty garment and grips the sides of my face, deepening the kiss in any way she can.

We stand like this for a good long while, savoring the fact that there are no other customers in the store. She eventually pulls back and rests her forehead against mine with a coy smile, her deep, violet eyes meeting my gaze.

"Get what you wanted?" I whisper with a big dumb grin, unable to hide the fact that I've just pulled out with two wins; a kiss from a cute girl, who's also about to try on a skimpy two-piece swimsuit at my request.

"T-t-that's what I w-wanted..." she mutters as she pulls away, blushing madly.

I can't help but feel a little selfish as she snatches up the swimsuit and dashes off toward the changing room, already in the act of pulling her shirt off. However, the frantic shuffling of clothes that soon follows reminds me that she seems to draw a sort of enjoyment from trying out all these crazy outfits.

Still, I wish there was something equally crazy she could ask me to do. There were plenty of costumes that fit me in that store, and I don't think I'd look too bad in a spee-

The mental image that follows causes me to slap myself out of pure fear.

Before I can conjure up more horrifying images of myself in skimpy bathing suits,a hand reaches out from between the curtains, beckoning for me to come in. I take small steps towards the changing booth, shaking in anticipation from the enticing images already racing through my mind.

Of course, my imagination can never live up to the real thing -- everything I've been through up to this day feels as though it was somehow worth it when I see Hanako gripping her arm nervously, averting her gaze as my eyes take in the sight before me.

It's Hanako -- dark hair is hanging straight in its normal fashion with bangs covering part of her face. She's fidgeting back and forth like usual, a light blush across her face.

But instead of a school uniform, her casual clothes, or anything else; she's standing before me in a bikini; an article of clothing that bares every inch of skin save for what would involve public indecency charges.

And it manages this job astoundingly well, every inch of skin from the dark scarring to the light, smoothness. With the bottoms hugging her hips ever so nicely, black laces hanging from either side, the waist cut just low enough to bare the line between her leg and her pelvis.

She doesn't have a perfect hourglass, but I don't think it's too far-fetched to say she has everything she needs everywhere she needs it. She pattern on the swimsuit only exemplifies this, making her waist look even more slim compared to her sizable chest and alluring hips. The fact that her legs are totally bare shows off just how long and slender they are, adding to the already overwhelming image.

If she had a straw hat, it would be perfect. I doubt I'd ever be able to get her to come out of this room with it, but I'm positive that if she walked out onto a beach like that; there isn't a man alive that could resist.

On that note, I'm finding it hard to resist as it is.

“I-is this g-good enough, Hisao?”

Stunning. Amazing. Gorgeous. Words thought derailed by beauty inexpressible.

“H-Hisao?” she asks again.

Still mind, my nothing is thought. Nothing comes to blank.

“Are y-you there?” she continues, waving a hand in front of my eyes.

Outside, a familiar voice states “I could swear I saw 'em come in here. C'mon Lilly, maybe they're in the Arcade or somethin'.”

“Oh my, they can't have gotten lost, could they?” another voice answers.

“Hisao, L-Lilly and Akira are outside.”

The sight of Hanako is the last thing I'm allowed to behold as I slowly tilt back, coming to rest against the wall with my sight stolen away and a big dumb grin plastered on my mug.