Naoto's Quest for Booty

With a thump that shook the nearby tables, Naoto dropped her head onto her desk and buried her face into her arms.

“Aw, come on,” said Rise from the desk beside hers, trying to sound consolatory which was difficult between the involuntary snorts. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Yes, it was,” said Naoto in a muffled voice. She didn’t want to raise her head even an inch, lest everyone seen how red her face had turned.

She was never going to live this down. There she was, standing in front of her class and giving a report. It was a dull, lifeless affair and every pair of eyes in the room was glazed over in boredom, including the teacher. That is, until, the sound of tearing fabric brought everyone back to life. The noise stole the attention of each of her classmates just in time for them to witness her humiliation.

Naoto had recently decided to slowly but surely if not embrace her femininity to at least stop trying to hide it. This meant no longer binding her chest and to actually wear an actual bra. Of course, shopping for a bra that fits properly is actually a skill that one develops and shouldn’t be left to an amateur. But, in her hubris, she thought she could do it on her own. As a result, the one she had chosen had, over the course of a rather agonizing day, turned out to be quite a bit… tighter than she would have liked. It also was quite a bit tighter than the bra itself would have liked, because halfway into her oral presentation it gave out.

It was a sight no one would forget as, in the span of a few seconds, her chest seemingly double in size, her shirt was pressed to its limit, a pair of buttons were sent flying, hitting two students sitting on opposite sides of the room and, finally, the entire room was greeted by the sight of more cleavage than even Ms. Kashiwagi was willing, or capable of, displaying.

Subsequently, when Naoto spent the next three periods alone in the bathroom, no one, not even the teacher, made an effort to drag her back.

“I just want to die,” Naoto sobbed as she contemplated jumping off the roof. But then, the idea of being known as the girl who flashed her chest to her entire class and then killed herself might only make her infamy even more pronounced.

“It’s seriously not a big deal. I mean, I’ve done bikini shoots that are more revealing than that.”

Judging from the sigh Naoto released, being compared to an idol doing a sexy pin-up shoot did not make her feel the slightest bit better.

Eventually Naoto had to lift her head a little, if only so she didn’t suffocate.

“It’s not just today. I’ve seen the way the boys look at me.”

“Some of the girls, too,” added Rise, twisting the knife. And it was true. She had witnessed enough girls stuffing love letters into Naoto’s locker, even after her true gender had been revealed.

Naoto sighed. “The way people stare at my… chest… it just makes me uncomfortable. But I don’t want to go back to hiding myself either.”

On this front, Rise had some experience. “If all you want is for people to not stare so much, all you have to do is give them something else to look at.”

For the first time, Naoto looked Rise in the eye. That caught her attention. “What do you mean?”

“Fashion can be used to pull the eye where you want it to. With the right outfit you can draw attention to or away from anything.” She pulled out a fashion magazine out of her bag and opened it to a page, where a young woman in a bright pink ensemble flaunted a frilly miniskirt. “For example, why not try wearing a skirt? You can draw attention to your legs and with the right socks you--”

“No.” There was no hesitation in Naoto’s reply.

“Fine, fine,” said Rise, flipping to another page. “How about wearing some jewelry? Big earrings can draw the eye to your face.”

“That seems… heavy.”

“Makeup?”

“I… don’t think I’d be good at that.”

Rise dropped the magazine. “Well, then your only real options are to work out and change your diet.”

“What do you mean?”

“The right exercises can help shape your body. Like, squats are a good example. If you do enough of them while increasing your calorie count you can build leg muscle and help emphasize your thighs.”

Naoto stopped to give this some thought. “That’s not a bad idea.”

The next few months flew by as summer break came and went. But it was a sufficient amount of time to put a plan into action.

On the first day back, Naoto sported a look of pride as she walked into her school. A slight smile creased her lips as she walked down the halls, a song in her heart and a bakery bag in her arms.

“Well, someone looks happy,” said Rise, standing at the top of the stairs.

Naoto couldn’t disguise her pride. “I worked hard over the break,” she said before taking a bite of her pastry. “I increased my daily calorie intake and combined it with a series of lower body exercises that I researched. I tried to find the right series of leg routines to--” She stopped and finished the rest of a cruller. “--to build leg muscle in the most efficient manner possible.”

Rise looked Naoto up and down. Mostly down. “Well, I think we can say it worked, right?”

Naoto nodded enthusiastically. “I don’t think a single person has stared at my chest since I’ve been here.”

“You don’t say.” Rise’s voice contained no surprise.

“Anyway, I better get to class. Thank you so much for the advice,” said Naoto, who turned, pulled a donut from her bag and walked off.

Rise watched the young detective go, resisting the urge to smirk. It was true that no one was staring at her chest, but this was mostly because everyone was instead watching her behind. From behind. Watching her behind from behind. Those boys slacks could not hope to hide the growth her backside had seen, and they had seen a lot.

It wasn’t so much leg muscle that she had built up, but a rather thick layer of fat, swinging from side to side as she strolled away, drawing in some rather strange if not obscene looks, not least of which because there was now a rather sizable hole in the seat of her pants, revealing a very stressed pair of bunny panties greeting the world and bouncing with every step.

“She did say she wanted to draw attention away from her chest, so… mission accomplished, I guess?”