[Log] Expanding experiences Who: Balfour Vallet, Kamizuki Izumo When: November 5 Where: Izumo’s room What: It’s time to find clothes that fit, so Balfour and Izumo go through a huge pile of them...and it ends predictably. Warnings: Izu and Balfour, what else needs to be said? Open or Closed: Closed Observable: Nope.
It had been a couple days since he had suddenly woken up with breasts, and still Balfour was rather unhappy about the changes to his body. Even still, he was adjusting in the only way he knew how: pretending that those lumps weren’t there.
Unfortunately, that only worked until he knocked them with his arm, or he bounced, or, once, he tried to squeeze through something that his boobs wouldn’t let him squeeze through.
Annoyed and fed up with pretending, he flopped himself on the floor next to Izumo’s room, debating whether to knock--and bother both Izumo and Genma--or just...go to his room. He was sick of his room, though, so that was out.
He still didn’t want to knock.
Izumo himself came padding down the hall, carrying a large laundry basket in front of him. It was piled high with clothes, and Izumo was leaned back to brace against the weight. Carrying stuff was harder now; less shoulder strength. He spotted Balfour on the floor, twisted his face up sideways, then wandered right up and lightly kicked Balfour in the calf.
“Hey. Open the door.”
Balfour had his hands free, after all! He should be helpful!
Balfour looked up in surprise, having been fiddling with the strange brown gloves on his hands, when Izumo kicked his calf, offering a little, unsure smile and standing, opening the door.
“I was debating whether I wanted to bother you guys or not,” he said quietly, seeming nervous as he stood out of the way. “I guess we don’t get a choice in the matter. How are you?”
“Distressingly busy. The hornet’s nest has been upset.,” Izumo grunted, and pattered into the room. Instead of setting the clothes basket on the bed, he up-ended it on the floor. He set the empty basket on the bed, then flopped down amidst the scattering of clothes. He held up a T-shirt of bright green, examined it, then discarded it.
“Come in, shut the door. Hey, try this on, it ought to fit better than what you’re wearing.” Izumo balled up a shirt and threw it at Balfour.
“Anything will fit better than what I’m wearing,” he said as he closed the door. Considering what he was wearing consisted of rolled-up sweat pants and one of his tee shirts, almost anything would fit better. Or at least look better.
He flopped down on the floor next to Izumo and shamelessly stripped his shirt off, pulling the green one on. Yes, it did fit better, but it accentuated the damn things he was wanting to hide.
“I’ve got to figure out how to tie these down,” he grumbled.
“Well, if you wanted a bra, you should have said so.” Izumo had tried it but just couldn’t get used to it. He pulled his own shirt off, got to his feet, and stripped off his pants as well. Under those, he was in fact wearing the appropriate underwear for his gender; they were no-nonsense black with a little tiny lime green bow on the front. His tall socks clung to the muscled curve of his calves and were also black and patterned with lime-green dragonflies. Under the generous curves were long lines of sleek muscle; Izumo was an athletic woman, if nothing else, and bustily attractive.
He pulled on a pair of jeans and performed a little shimmy-dance to get into them, juggling both butt and boobs. The jeans fit tight and he sucked in a breath to fasten them. He tried a few strides. Perfect. He whirled and grinned at Balfour, running his hands down the curves of his hips flirtily. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Izumo’s breasts were rounded and heavy, topped with a dusky nipple and a bright and shiny ripple-ring. He paid them very little attention, once again completely at ease with any sort of nudity or body image.
He planted his hands just above the curve of his hips and jauntily cocked one out; his nails had been painted a bright glittery green by someone else, too.
“I don’t want a bra. Bras support these things. I want to push them down and tie them away from being always in my way,” he grumbled, politely averting his eyes as Izumo stripped off his own shirt. He caught sight of the piercings and the green and black underwear out of the corner of his eye, but mostly kept his gaze fixed somewhere past Izumo’s left thigh and twisted his hands together a little.
“I don’t see how you can put up with them,” he said with a chuckle, joking. “And all the hair! Mine keeps falling in my face no matter how tightly I have it tied up.” He laughed, flopping back among the pile of clothing, and looked up at Izumo.
“Nice nails.”
“Breast binding is fucking uncomfortable,” Izumo told him, and leaned over to tug a shirt from under Balfour’s arm, breasts hanging freely. “You’d want what they call a sports bra. Holds you down. I tried them but gods I couldn’t breathe. It’s damn uncomfortable not wearing anything at all but I can’t stand restrictive clothing. Never could.”
This from the man currently transformed into a woman who was wearing skin-tight jeans. Izumo’s choices in clothing for clubbing leaned towards close-fitting and extremely flattering.
Granted, none of it restricted his movement or held him down.
“We should get you some new pants. I can ask Priscilla. She’s about your height at least, and roughly the same hip-size. For a bra though I’ll have to ask Marla. You’re, what, a C-cup?” Izumo leaned over and reached out, expertly slipping a hand around Balfour’s right breast and measuring it that way.
“The sports bra sounds promising. As long as they’re out of the way.” He smiled at him, biting his tongue at the temptation of teasing him about tight clothing. He didn’t even seem to care when Izumo touched his breast, just shrugged lightly.
“Honestly, I have no idea,” he said, not holding back the urge to kiss him. He leaned up and slapped one halfway on his mouth, playfully, laughing as he pulled back. “I don’t think much about them other than when they get in the way. Thankfully, I haven’t burned them while cooking.”
He reached up and tugged at Izumo’s arm, pulling him down.
“That would be bad.”
Izumo sighed and sank down to his knees, bending to peck an absent kiss over Balfour’s forehead. Then he went back to the clothes, pulling out a wad of fabric that turned out to be a long skirt. Izumo held it up high as he could and the hem draped over his knees. This was his current priority - finding good clothes - and not even Balfour could distract him right now. He had to do these things in the right order, or it wouldn’t be right.
“What kind of cooking would you have to be doing to burn them? Aside from stark naked,” Izumo wanted to know. “I might want to watch if you’re cooking naked.”
A brief flash of a smile, before he went back to the skirt. Probably too long for him.
Balfour laughed, waving a hand at him as he sat up and began to help sort through the clothing, folding the shirts, skirts, and pants neatly as he went through, putting aside the fabrics and colors and cuts that he liked--mostly loose and somewhat dressy with dark colors--then sorting the rest in separate piles.
“Well, I haven’t been cooking naked, for one, and I haven’t been using large pots or an open flame. That could burn you.”
He knew that from his maid’s boob catching on fire while she was using their open-flame stove.
“Which ones do you like the best?”
Izumo made a sharp scolding noise and darted into Balfour’s pile making. “Uh-uh, no! That’s wrong, you gotta sort them right!” he snapped, voice sharp, and immediately started putting things to rights, shuffling them around. The organization was unclear for a moment. Izumo shuffled things back and forth, muttering under his breath, wholly focused and not paying Balfour a lick of attention. Piles reappeared, sorted not just by pants or skirts but also by type; jeans in one pile, slacks in another, short skirts here, dress shirts separate from the casual shirts....
“Gotta do it right, like that, ‘cause wrong is wrong and it can’t be wrong....” The words were unconscious as he focused, making sure it was all just right.
"Oops..."
Balfour froze when fussed at, eyes on his friend, then on the sorting. Oh, so that was how he was doing it!
"Sorry," he said softly, folding another dress shirt and placing it in the dress shirt pile at the same angle as the one beneath it. "I should have asked how you were doing it. These over here are the ones I like."
He smiled a bit, patting the pile by his left hip that consisted of exactly one pair of slacks and three shirts. He pulled them apart into two stacks.
See? Not even troublesome for him. He would just ask first next time.
Izumo only gave that stack a passing glance. It was Balfour's and he didn't care. Izumo finished and sat back, frowning, before he picked up one stack and began carefully demolishing it again, holding up the shirts, spreading them across his lap, then folding them up and putting them down again.
He was chewing at his tongue-piercing, totally absorbed, metal tapping against his teeth.
Balfour let the quiet last, continuing to pull the clothing out. After a bit, he got sick of rubbing the cloth against his wrists, so he pulled his gloves off and shoved them in his back pocket, then went back to working with the clothing, trying to imitate Izumo’s folding style.
The way he had been so upset brought to mind the question of whether or not the other male had taken his medicine, but Balfour was afraid that it would upset Izumo to ask, so he didn’t. He just smiled at him, reaching out to touch his hand gently before continuing what he was doing.
“Am I doing this right?” he asked once he had folded one shirt, just to double check. He didn’t want to cause any more stress.
Izumo lowered the final skirt he’d been examining and blinked at Balfour. “The fuck?” He had a nice pile of clothes that would do and neat stacks of rejects.
“I’m not very good at folding,” Balfour admitted with a chuckle. And that wasn’t actually untrue, either. That was why most things hung in his closet rather than were folded, and his stack? It was definitely lumpy.
“It’s your stack, what does that matter?” Izumo wanted to know, as he got to his feet again. He shimmed out of the jeans, and pulled on the little sundress he’d found. The fabric was satiny-smooth and bright red and a little too sheer for black underwear. Izumo reached into the dipping neckline of the dress and adjusted the set of each breast, then smoothed his hands over his hips and scowled at the obviously panty-line.
And then in a quick move and a little shimmy, the underwear was there no more. Izumo flipped a socked foot up and the underwear fell across Balfour’s head. Izumo giggled, a bright cheerful squeaky sound. Now the only dark lines under the dress were natural....and little bright hints of piercings.
Izumo spun on a socked foot, making the skirt flare, and bounced over to the mirror for a full inspection.
Balfour watched Izumo, chuckling to himself as he drew his knees up to his chest and crossed his arms around them.
“You know, I’m either way behind or you’re too good at that,” he said with a laugh. Izumo barely had to fight his underwear over his hips, after all. Balfour had issues with tighter pants and underwear. They always wanted to get stuck on one hip or another because he wasn’t quite used to having to use two hands. And once, he tripped over his panties.
Balfour was just having a lot of issues adjusting probably because he wasn’t trying.
Instead of elaborating on his teasing statement, he shifted up onto his knees, grabbed one of the long, soft skirts, and stripped his sweatpants off, leaving the black and brown leopard print underwear--okay, where had he gotten those?--and pulled on the skirt, staring down at the dark, flowing material for a moment before shrugging.
Okay, he could get used to that. It was almost like going around pantsless.
“You might want to opt for a thicker material, though. You’re sort of...showing,” he suggested.
Izumo spun around to watch the show, and nearly choked on laughter - leopard print underwear! “Okay, who in fuck gave you those?” he demanded, trying not to laugh as hard as he felt like doing. Balfour would probably get his feelings hurt. “And no, ‘cause this is perfect, depending on what effect I want!”
Black lace slip under, or something solid and white and chaste, or even something skin-toned for the hell of it. Daring, pretending at being innocent, slutty, oh, a wide range of possibilities.
“Uh, actually, they were in a basket of clothes Maria gave to me,” he said with a chuckle, that chuckle becoming a full-blown laugh. “In my defense, they’re soft. That’s why I grabbed them instead of the black ones. Those were scratchy.”
And Izumo’s argument made sense to him, so he nodded a little bit, stepping forward to put a hand on Izumo’s hip, taking in the sight. He had to say, Izumo looked amazing in that dress.
“Well, coverage aside, it’s nice. You look good in this color.”
“I look damn sexy in red,” Izumo agreed, cheerfully, and tipped his head back with a lazy hungry smile, one that he was so used to wearing; the promise of lust and pleasure.
“Yes, you do,” Balfour agreed easily, leaning in for a somewhat-sweet, somewhat-demanding kiss, his hand sliding from Izumo’s hip to his lower back as he pressed close.
And oh, it was tempting to give into the smile, the promises that awaited, his own curiosity as to how it would all go down, but a couple things stopped him:
For one, they still had clothes to try on. He broke the kiss with that thought, giving Izumo a teasing smile as he backed away and bent to pick up his pile, flipping through to find another shirt, this one with no buttons, and dear gods did it actually have ruffles? Yes, yes it did. And it was a deep blue, too, which would look amazing on him.
Izumo slid over, knelt, and happily pressed his boobs up against Balfour’s back. Hey, he loved it when women did that to him. Lovely sensation. He mouthed the back of Balfour’s neck, teasing, winding his arms around Balfour’s ribs.
Tease Izumo, huh? Get what you deserved, and Izumo grinned against Balfour’s skin.
Okay, well there was no doubt that that felt good, the lips on the back of his neck, the arms around his waist. He was still trying to make up his mind whether or not he liked the boobs, though, and therein lay the problem.
While undeniably attracted to Izumo no matter what body he wore, Balfour still wasn’t sure he was exactly attracted to the body and the strange parts. Sure, Izumo could be himself, could make things feel amazing, but that still wouldn’t count for jack shit if...
Or was that a problem that only men suffered?
“Tease,” he muttered, turning his head to press his lips to Izumo’s, leaning back against him.
“You started it,” Izumo murmured, softly, and reached up to trace a single finger along the curve of Balfour’s breast. “Don’t start what you won’t finish with me,” he chuckled, and pressed his teeth against Balfour’s skin.
“You know I always finish with you,” he said, smirking and quite proud of his little suggestive comment. It wasn’t often that he managed something that smooth, after all.
He sighed as Izumo groped him, arching into the touch, and ran a hand along his thigh on the outside. Hm. He could get used to this, he was sure.
“But don’t you want to see me try on more clothes? I’m sure there’s something else for you to laugh at in here.”
Yes, he had noticed Izumo holding back that laugh.
“Balfour. Balfour. Clothes later. Sex now.” Izumo laughed, and his deep baritone as a man had translated beautifully in a rich deep velvety woman’s voice with a smoky laugh. He got to his feet and tugged at Balfour’s shoulders. “C’mon.”
Balfour, despite the fact that he was trying to hide it, was rather obviously hesitant about going with Izumo. He stood slowly, twisted his hands, and then nodded to him, winding an arm around his waist to kiss down his neck.
He hoped his fears were for nothing, hoped that he was wrong about his body not being able to work, even when stimulated, hoped like hell that ‘not working’ was generally a man-thing. Because if it was, that was a second thing this body had over that, the first being the whole no-more-adjusting-things bit of not having a penis.
“Where are we going?” he asked, nibbling at his ear and deciding to just screw worrying and do what they were going to do. If things went wrong, he’d handle it from there. Anyway, it was Izumo, and he was attracted to him, no matter what body he had on.
Izumo tipped his head away from the nibbing and gave Balfour a droll stare. “Should I change tactics from ‘fun with a friend’ to ‘seducing a virgin’?” Balfour was nervous as hell and there was no way he could hide that from Izumo, now. In fact Izumo doubted Balfour could hide any of his moods from Izumo now.
Balfour smiled softly, that slightly goofy smile he often gave when Izumo caught him trying to pretend like he wasn’t feeling nervous or upset, both flattered and embarrassed, and leaned forward for a gentle kiss, fingers coming up to play in his hair along his jaw line.
“No, no need to seduce a virgin,” he said quietly, giving him an appreciative grin. “You can imagine this is very different than what I’m used to...but it will be okay. I figured I’d just follow your lead.”
Izumo grinned, and backed towards his bed, beckoning Balfour as he went.