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The two girls nervously waited outside the rather trashy-looking club across town that neither one, at eighteen years of age, could legally enter.
However—no one asked any questions, so they tried to chill.
With an audacious embrace, the less reserved of the two planted a quick kiss warmly on her date’s lovely lips. Being baby-faced, Yuzu wore a lot of makeup—and even so, just barely appeared old enough to enter the nightclub without raising suspicion from the management. Clinging to each other trepidatiously, a moment of painful tension passed, before they gained admittance together. A middle-aged woman with a severe hairstyle, wearing a Gi and resembling a male karateka, ushered the pair inside.
If they got scoped, two under-aged girls…
“Compose yourself, love!” Mei whispered.
“Yeah—I’ve gotta look presentable and twenty, right?’ Laughing nervously a brief moment, Yuzu glanced at the other seriously. ’I can just imagine what the bitches at my school would do to me if I got tagged in a… a…”
“Mix Bar.” Mei finished the sentence. “ A place for people who are Queer. Not only lesbians… Queers of all kinds.”
A disapproving shudder.
“That sounds so… harsh put in that way! Isn’t there a nicer way to put it”?
“It is what it is. We are what we are.” was the reply, delivered with another of those inscrutable looks Yuzu had come to expect by now.
The two had met in—of all places—a manga shop. Both shelf-grazing the large Yuri section, they kept glancing at each other over their books. After the first nervous flirt smile flashed, Mei slyly moved closer and closer down the shelves, until the two stood side by side. “You’ve got good taste!” Yuzu noted, approving the manga Mei held…
“You too! …um…” Mei had been so awkward, so geeky, and so cute! After making their purchases and leaving the shop, both soon ascertained the other’s romantic preferences while ogling their favorite scenes in the stories, as they sat close to each other on a train.
“That hot dark haired girl…” Yuzu had pointedly admired, minutely scrutinizing the other’s reaction, and smiling.
An endearing blush, flirting back.
“I like that awesome blonde!”… Mei sheepishly allowed.
A little shy, a little backward… A lot sexy!
Lonely Yuzu was immediately charmed!
Those stunning violet eyes, like a goddess! And how could a set of lips be so red and moist, even without lipstick—like a piece of ripe, succulent, juicy fruit? She was dying to taste those lips almost immediately to see if they were as sweet as they looked! She made sure phone numbers were exchanged. It was the first time asking someone out on a date, a first bold step to acting out on her sexuality, and no longer being in denial of it…
The dates followed soon afterward. Neither had ever been to the other’s residence—Yuzu lived with her mother, Mei, with parents. Both in the closet, in mortal terror, it seemed, of publicly coming out, but unwilling, at the same time, to live without romantic company. Mei, the experienced one, had taken the lead at the request of the more than willing but less knowledgeable blonde. The duo had been an item ever since, these months later. And tonight, they were stepping over a line. Not just making out in a park or having a furtive lunch together…
They were in a full-fledged Mix Bar after dinner, in the Kubukicho, where all the bets were off.
The green-eyed girl came back to the moment. “Mei’s so beautiful…’ she thought, looking at the elegant, willowy legs and shapely curves beneath the rather expensive dress. The long, straight black hair framed such aristocratic, classic features. ’They come from money! … But that’s not why I’m falling so hard!” taking up the other’s graceful hand as they went inside the club together, both were trying to be as nonchalant as anyone can be… When they’re breaking several municipal laws!
Exhaling in sheer relief, both smoothly passed through the forbidden door. Groups of mostly younger girls, a few older women, men dressed as girls—or older women—some of them convincing—girls dressed as men—transgenders, several people with body modifications of various kinds. Yuzu belatedly sussed what her partner had revealed earlier...
And was uncomfortable.
It was like a sideshow, to one who was cozy being the closeted gay girl walking in a straight “normal” world. This wasn’t her self-image…
Withal—the music was electrifying—How Yuzu loved to dance—So temporarily, she gradually lost lingering ingrained inhibitions with her exciting partner, who, somewhat awkwardly at first, soon was showing how divertingly that shapely bottom could sway! For a span, it succeeded as a distraction, later moving in close for some affectionate slow dancing, which Mei was particularly adept at. A little tired after a bit from the exertion, sitting down at a table, both carefully ordered non-alcoholic drinks. Neither drank, anyway. The blonde found herself investigating the unusual surroundings, wishing the two were still at the cute restaurant where they'd enjoyed dinner a little earlier. Her expression must have signaled all the unpleasant inner dialogue, because the other reached a concerned hand across the table.
“What’s the matter?”
The embarrassed girl struggled to find the right words, not sure at this stage in the relationship of possibly inadvertently offending. “I’m used to—well—something more normal, like when we go to cafes, and such. That’s why I’m with you, Baby! I want my girl to look and act like a girl, and not some half-assed man. I’m into… you know… like you are. A real lady. This… isn’t my kind of thing. I mean… I don’t hate on them, or like that…” Suddenly discomfited at explaining, Yuzu hoped the other’s feelings hadn’t been hurt, and fell pointedly silent.
Mei nodded in understanding. “It is completely out of the pale for a girl like you. For myself, as well, when I first realized that I was… different. Yeah, I like my girls all-girl, too, and maybe this isn’t my typical idea for a date, either. This is a little-seen component of the whole composition. You’re just a girl who happens to like other girls, not a gay subculturalist. Me too! Well, for some people, it can get complicated, and in so many ways! This is like an alien world to you. But I wanted you to see this, because this is how many people out there in the ordinary world we move in, imagine everyone who’s queer to be, if they know anything at all about us. And well… there’s nothing wrong with being the way you see people here. Maybe it’s not your thing or mine—okay—that’s fine. I’m cool with this, now—although I once wasn’t. There are so many shades of color in that queer rainbow, lover! It can be problematic, even among ourselves. Many of us who are queer spend way too much time putting each other down. I brought you here to communicate a valuable truth to you…”
The pale beauty shrugged heavily.
“Which is this: You must understand—if this isn’t your thing—if it’s weird to you, a lesbian—it’s certain to be an even bigger turn-off for the average straight person. Not for all. But most. It’s their business how they feel, too—provided they don’t start hating on someone else who’s different. They might take exception, to the point they’ll harass you, or worse, as you mentioned fearing your classmates would do to you! Never mind it’s not their business! People have the damnedest talent for inserting themselves and their opinions into the lives of others! Some of them are going to think of you and me the same way and experience what you felt, or probably something a great deal worse than that, because, well—it’s just not their thing, or some believe it’s immoral, or otherwise, wrong!”
“And maybe… although in another way? That was me, as I struggled with my identity. I’ve been struggling for so long with that.”
A pause, the mysterious eyes distant.
“I guess anyone who’s queer usually does.”
“But I was brought here by the girl I first came out to, two years ago, who opened my eyes, eventually.”Welcome to the other side of the fun mirror!“ she told me. So you’ve got to understand what is sure to be out there for us both. A lack of acceptance, to say the least! ”
Mei squeezed Yuzu’s hand, finally smiling. The intense expression faded.
“I was wanting your take on it! I understand. It’s all too new and weird for you. Do you want to leave?”
With the relieved Yuzu gratefully shaking her head, “Yes”, they left as quietly as they came in, the Mama-san behind the bar waving them off, winking in approval at the lovely young couple. Yuzu couldn’t keep her hungry eyes or hands off the gorgeous Mei once they hit the street! They walked in silence for a while before she complained: “Let’s find someplace a little more secluded and less garish, Honey—not so damned fired-up with all this frigging neon! Frankly—I’m majorly horned out!”
Mei mysteriously intoned, “Do you want it darker?… Then just turn off the lights!” A shady bus kiosk appeared randomly around the corner of the grubby street, an obvious setting for the couple to clench in relative camouflage and make out. It was a frequent ending to their dates lately. Soon Yuzu, easily being the more excitable of the pair, was getting hot and bothered, delighting in the silky skin and firm, tempting breasts of her partner. Breaking a wet, popping kiss, the red-flushed girl said:
“Baby—let’s do something absolutely down ‘n’ dirty with each other! We can slip our fingers under our dresses and…” She made a suggestive gesture, giggling, delightedly burying her face in the other’s heavenly-smelling long black hair.
“Yuzu, I’ll admit that sounds fun. And part of the fun is in the danger of detection—However I don’t think we should be doing that here in the open, and maybe especially not here! If we did get caught…”
There was no need to explain further. It was demonstrably true, the aroused girl could see. Frustrating to the point of madness, but true! They both could lose a lot, her flame especially, being from a wealthy family. Exposure like that would lead to a perv charge. Someone from such a background would be ruined if they couldn’t hush it up. Either girl would suffer an awful fallout.
“Screw this hiding!” Yuzu thought, miserably…
“Above and beyond that, love, evening is coming on, it’s getting darker, and this isn’t a great part of town for window-shopping if you know what I mean!” Which was an unarguable fact in itself.
“Damn! You’re right, as usual! You’re so smart, Mei! But I’ve got to find a way to smuggle you into my place some night—or vice-versa! I want you to be my first—maybe my only! I might as well tell you now! I may still be a virgin, but I want you—and I think you want me, too! I’m... I'm falling in love with you.”
And there it was, right out in the open.
“Let’s have it all!”
Mei seemed about to say something, but suddenly, a taxi passed, and they began frantically flagging it down, raising two fingers: Double Fare, needing to get back to the train station and go along their separate ways, as it was getting rather late now. The crooked taxi-hack took the bait, pulling over. Both jumped in, the dark-haired beauty graciously offering to pay. This wasn’t a part of town you’d want to be wandering in after dark; the Kubukicho could suddenly become dangerous as an evening wound on. They rode in silence for the most part; although once, Yuzu ventured pointing to one of the numerous love hotels with a risque wink, causing her companion to blush.
Getting out of the cab, after paying the exorbitant fare, they walked the short distance to the train to ride into a much safer part of town. The fresh young blonde cuddled lovingly against her date, ignoring any of their straggling, sleepy fellow passengers possibly seeing them, too much in the first glow of love for fear just now. As they disembarked together, just before turning in their opposite directions, Yuzu shyly asked:
“See you again next week, Mei?” She was always more than a little nervous asking—still unable to believe sometimes of finding someone this beautiful, and her love actually being reciprocated.
“I’ll call you! … Promise!” A quick kiss, and they were off.
An hour later, Mei quietly entered a large, well-appointed home in a wealthy, older end of Tokyo trying not to make a sound, noting in passing an upstairs bedroom, both parents were asleep. That was a relief.
“I love them so much! They’re the most accepting people on earth, but I don’t need their questions again about where I was tonight!” came a reassuring thought.
Going into the pretty bathroom, Mei began combing the beautiful long sweep of black hair and tying it gently back, washing the make-up off silky, white skin, and finished by brushing the flawless small, pearly teeth behind the sensual little blossom of the red lips. Then came the nightly undressing ritual, once back in the bedroom.
The gorgeous designer dress was carefully slipped off and placed over a chair for the moment, before removing the other garments at the long wall mirror. The scarf, stockings from the shapely legs, the brassiere slipping off the lovely, smooth shoulders revealing high-set, round breasts… Turning away from the mirror, with eyes tightly shut, last of all, Mei carefully slid the panties with their special binder down with disgust, suffering quietly inside.
Averting her sight from the hated mockery of everything she was as a woman.
After the surgery, soon…
She wouldn’t have to look at… that damned thing anymore.