Verde’s Doohickey – Session 11

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Verde’s Doohickey
Session 11: Finer Foreshadowing

Sixth period was College Prep, an English course where there was a discussion of a book I had not read, but I still took notes to keep up appearances at the very least.  Nobody talked to me, which is what I wanted, and the whole thing was about as uneventful as could be. I did muse about the minutiae of my current body a bit, but beyond that, there really is nothing to talk about until seventh period.  I walked into the class, Consumer Education, feeling a bit lost before being spying Shiaka(Z), who quickly gestured over to me, as she and Zoe sat next to each other up in the front of the classroom.

Making sure I did not scrunch up my skirt, I sat next to Shiaka(Z) and quickly became aware that, even while sitting, the height difference in our current bodies was rather extreme, with both of us needing to bend out necks to look at one another in the eye.

“Didn’t you read my notes?”  Shiaka(Z) asked, sounding a bit concerned.

“Yeah, I did— we are just watching a video and taking notes, correct?”  I timidly replied, my voice shaky after hearing Shiaka(Z) speak with such a serious tone.  

“Yes, and we should keep quiet for the entire class because of that… just so we don’t get it trouble, you know.”  Shiaka(Z) explained as she tried, and failed, to adopt a more lax tone.

I did as she requested, and kept my mouth shut for the entire period, and… I was pretty worried throughout.  Having Shiaka(Z) sitting right next to me made me feel as if I was being constantly judged of how well I impersonated her.  It was as if a paranoia were sifting throughout my person, causing me to overthink and over analyze every little thing I was doing, form how I was writing notes to how I was sitting.  I know that I should not have felt such concern given how timid Shiaka was most of the time, and how I got through every other period just fine, but I nevertheless spent the period wrapped in concern, thinking that, at any moment, Shiaka(Z) would turn to me and chide me for my performance, even though that was completely against her nature.

Through indulging my paranoia, the short film eventually came to an end, with me having barely comprehended much of any of it. For a moment I thought about talking to Shiaka(Z) about this, but instead, I would up slithering from the darkened classroom immediately as the bell rang, where I made my way to my next destination, my College Financial Accounting class.

The classroom was a computer lab, with about a dozen PCs on both sides of the room, every desk fitting two people, and a wall coated in old CD-ROMs, most of them for additional AOL hours or free software trials.  Anyhow, I knew where I had to sit in this class, as Shiaka(Z) and I normally shared a desk, and about a minute later, Maxxie(J) came waltzing into the room, where she immediately plopped her borrowed butt next to mine.

“So Shiaka, what exactly do we have planned for today?”  Maxxie(J) asked after glancing around to see a… 75% full classroom, which was the theme of the day.

“Did you read the notes I left you?”  I asked her following a sigh.

“Well, I figured that with you right next to me, I’d get all the directions I needed.”  Maxxie(J) answered with a grin.

“We’re just watching a documentary, likely due to how five students are absent today, and we just wrapped up a chapter on Thursday,” I explained, trying to mimic Shiaka as much as possible.

“How lax is the teach?  …Erm, I mean, what’s the teacher’s lollygagging policy?”  Maxxie(J) asked, still failing to imitate me properly.

“Jad, just try and pay attention to the film, you shouldn’t even bother turning on your computer— it would disturb those in the back rows anyhow.  We also don’t need to take notes on this.” I said to Maxxie(J).

“Wait, really?”  A chipper voice asked from behind me.

I quickly swiveled around in my chair and turned to face Anita Neukar, a classmate who I knew decently well and worked with a few times before, but I would not call us friends.  Although she oddly enough held a long-standing friendship with Vivi Gaimz, who was also behind me in the Calculus class I had earlier today. It was an odd pairing given how the two seemed like two ships whose paths would never cross.  Anita is pretty lax on all fronts while exerting a friendly and bubbly persona that more or less contrasts with Vivi’s serious nature and to-the-point dialect.

Also, Anita, not unlike Shiaka, is something an—  and I hope this does not sound racist— ethnic abnormality.  As she was half black, half white, had greyed eyes, and possessed platinum blonde, stark white hair that she kept in a very long ponytail, with bangs covering her forehead, and long clumps of hair that dangled in front of her ears, stopping at her jawline.  She stood well over 6-feet+tall at 1.84 meters and possessed a lean and athletic body, as you would expect of somebody on the school track team. Oh, and she was wearing what would normally be dubbed a male uniform, of a violet shirt, off-white blazer, and off-white slacks, but it was fitted for women.

“Um, yes.  I mean, I doubt he would give us an assignment when a large chunk of the class is missing.  Plus, he does not seem to be the kind of person who would test us on a film we cannot easily review.”  I explained to Anita.

As I spoke to her, I found myself fiddling with my fingers and avoiding eye contact with her.  I was not expecting to talk to someone else, much less have a close relationship be interrupted so suddenly, so I naturally entered into a nervous stupor of sorts.

“Aw, c’mon Shiaka, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Anita said in a sing-song voice as she prepared to tussle my hair.

I let her get in two strokes before I realized what was happening, and that Shiaka very would not be okay with this.  Desperate to maintain my image, I quickly tumbled out of the chair and ended up falling onto the tile classroom floor.

“Whoa, you alright Shiaka?”  Anita asked as she lent her hand out to help me up, looking positively massive from the ground up.

“Anita, didn’t  I— Maxxie told you about Shiaka’s—”  Maxxie(J) explained, making a classic flub.

“Oh shit, right.  Oh my goodness, Shiaka, I am so sorry!  I… I’ll just leave you be.” Anita exclaimed before running away with her tail between her legs.  

“You alright?”  Maxxie(J) asked me as I was getting up.

“Yes, I just… thought it felt nice, but then she touched the head scar and… yeah.  I thought I had to do… something.” I explained.

Upon letting out a sigh, I began poking at the small part on Shiaka’s scalp where hair no longer grows.  It was another injury inflicted by the two monsters who tried to murder Shiaka, and while not very noticeable, touching it stirred up bad memories for Shiaka, and made it a spot that, much like her torso, nobody was permitted to touch under anything but the direst of circumstances.

After that interaction, the period was pretty mundane.  We just watched the first thirty-something minutes of Enron: The Smartest Guys In The Room, while Maxxie(J) kept trying to browse NeoGaf on my phone, as she was very clearly uninterested in the film.  I was a bit disappointed by her attention span, but I assumed she was fed up with a day in my shoes, and wanted to get back to her original body… Or maybe she was just hungry because we all forgot to eat lunch… likely more the latter than the former.

Anyhow, eighth period ended sooner than later, and Maxxie(J) and I decided to head back to room 1337 for our final period, which was a free period for all of us expect for Zoe, or Shiaka(Z) at the moment, which we spent in room 1337 after signing in at the IRC.  It was a somewhat improper practice, as students are supposed to spend their study halls in designated rooms, but my school was pretty lax about what you did with your free periods so long as your grades were good. Hell, we could’ve left the building immediately after this if we wanted to.  

Anyhow, after the three of us returned to the miniature classroom, Maxxie resumed the lewd conversation we had a few periods ago.

“So Zoe, you really never fapped before?”  Maxxie(J) asked, causing me to wince a bit as I heard my original body say the word ‘fapped’.

“No.  I was unaware of how it even worked until you explained the motion to me, remember?”  Zoe(M) sternly replied, logging onto a computer in the classroom to print something.

“I… don’t remember.  I don’t remember a lot of the things I do.  Hell, I’d forget my own name if I didn’t etch it into my bedroom door.”  Maxxie(J) answered with a smug smirk.

“I think Maxxie is more curious about the reason behind why you never masturbated,” I added, wanting to be part of the conversation.

“It provides a rush of chemicals through one’s body that creates a pleasant feeling but is largely unnecessary, and is a very lewd practice.  Plus, my mother was very dissatisfied with how I had a wet dream.” Zoe(M) explained, his face red after the second sentence.

“Oh for the love of Frank’s fudge-filled fudge ‘ems—  How many times have I said that shame is for dummies? If it feels good and doesn’t hurt nobody, then go ahead and do it to your heart’s content, you silly goose!”  Maxxie(J) authoritatively remarked

“Yes, we always seem to reach this conclusion, don’t we?”  Zoe(M) dryly questioned.

“Conversations are like Pachinko balls, you can’t really tell where they’re going, or something.  Nobody knows how they work and people sell them to the yakuza for prizes… I think. Anyways, if you want, you can, y’know, give my Neko-Neko hole a puff-puff after school if doing it in public doesn’t give you the thrill frills.”  Maxxie(J) remarked as she stood over Zoe(M) and looked at her original body’s skirt.

“We are not going to have a masturbation party… fap party… we are not watering the fap tree!”  I said to Maxxie(J), trying to go along with her nonsense.

“Fine, mom!  I’ll just shift over to the big Q of who or what makes you want to wiggle your diddler, Zoe-san?”  Maxxie(J) asked.

“I have told you that I am heterosexual several times in the past.”  Zoe(M) passively answered, letting out an exhausted sigh.

“Yeah, but what do you like in a lady?  Shins, elbows, feet, what? Give me the character sheet for Zoe Xing’s waifu!.”  Maxxie(J) insisted as Zoe(M) submitted an assignment to one of his teachers.

“Simply because I have a basic sexual attraction to women does not mean I am controlled by that sexuality.  While I understand your desire for sex to be viewed as a more casual activity, I personally don’t have much interest in it.  If I do get married, it would be with a woman who I admire as a person, and not for their physical attraction. That said, I would want my hypothetical children to have good genes, so I would certainly take appearances into consideration.”  Zoe(M) sternly replied.

“Damn.  You sure are one calculating son of a gun.”  Maxxie(J) whispered in response.

“You say that as if I should feel bad about that… Actually, I should apologize for my behavior.  Simply keeping up your chipper attitude during your classes takes a lot of effort on my part. Plus the missing meal is getting to me.”  Zoe(M) replied, rubbing the back of his head and messing up Maxxie’s original body’s hair even more

“Yep, I am a bit of a jerk when my belly’s empty, and I guess that’s a bod-based trait, not a mental one.”  Maxxie(J) said, patting her stomach in response.

It only took a few pats for Maxxie(J)’s hand to land on her crotch, where she began patting her erect penis, with two layers of clothing blocking it, of course.  

“Oh right, we never talked about the locker rooms, did we?”  Maxxie(J) spontaneously blurted out.

“Yeah, we didn’t… nothing very interesting happened in mine.  I did admittedly give a light rub to my, erm, Shiaka’s—” I said, wanting to get involved in the conversation once more.

“Her neko hole?”  Maxxie(J) questioned me in the middle of a sentence.

“What?”  I replied back in confusion.

“Well, neko means cat, and what on a woman is—”  Maxxie(J) explained before I cut her off.

“No!  I just lightly rubbed the breasts and kept the bra on.  It was simple curiosity towards what the feeling was like.”  I quickly answered, blushing as I confessed.

“You might not have touched… there, Jad, but I did,” Zoe(M) declared with no prompt from either of us.

“Wait, what?”  Maxxie(J) muttered back at the person in her original body.

“I simply was curious as a vagina’s sensitivity.  The experience was a tad… alarming, but also strangely enticing.  I find this curious given my disinterest in sexual stimulation, but perhaps, by being in a body more sexually expressive, having masturbated hundreds of times from what you’ve told us, I am becoming more inclined to indulge in this type of stimuli.”  Zoe(M) theorized, placing his tiny chin into a hand, where he accidentally stuck an index finger in his mouth.  

Zoe(M) was thankfully saved from this embarrassing situation by the sound of the door to room 1337 opening up.  We all diverted our attention to it and were greeted by a nervous-looking Shiaka(Z).

“Sorry if I am intruding.  Zoe, your AP Microeconomics teacher dismissed the class early as only 14 of the 21 class members came today.”  Shiaka(Z) quickly explained before taking a seat in one of the chairs scattered about this room.

“I suppose that I should have expected as much.  For an AP course, the students in it are awfully irresponsible.”  Zoe(M) remarked, sounding like somebody who Maxxie would mock through imitation.

“Well, you came in right in the middle of our fap talk, but I take it your performance during lunch told us all we needed to know.”  Maxxie(J) remarked while staring at Shiaka(Z)’s crotch.  

Shiaka(Z) gave Maxxie(J) what was probably meant to be a disgruntled look in response, but with her more intimidating facial features, she looked like she was going to hit Maxxie(J) for making such a comment.  

“I do not intend to be rude, but is there anything I should know about your behavior throughout the day?”  Zoe(M) questioned his original body, almost folding his arms over his breasts.

“I… I tried to stay out of trouble, but when Maxxie and I were in Strength and Conditioning, we ran into Yuccot Kikansky.”  Shiaka(Z) noted, causing the three of us to groan in irritation.

You see, Yuccot Kikansky is an obnoxious, overweight, and obese little moron.  He’s a super senior due to his inability to do the most basic of class requirements and his refusal to open up a textbook.  If he had something wrong with him, maybe ADHD and a rough life, I could find him a bit sympathetic, but nope, he is just a lazy and disrespectful well-off prick who has been given every opportunity to put his life together and never put forth the effort to pursue any of them.  He’s also rather short, about an inch taller than Shiaka’s short original body, yet weighs about twice as much at 90 kilograms.  

Thanks to our class schedules, Zoe and I had to see this man every day in Strength and Conditioning, where he would distract the rest of the class, do his best to avoid any work, and then be awarded a zero for the day— not that he really cared though.  He struck me as the sort of person who would just die when the going got tough, refusing to put in even the most basic amount of effort into the most minor of tasks.

“Yeah, after a little changing incident with a boner on my part— no worries, I made sure nobody got a look at your wang pressing against your briefs, Jad— Shiaka and I were in our little tracksuits, looking so cute, and went into the… what’s the name again, the gym with the rock climbing wall and the ceiling ropes that balls and shuttlecocks get tangled in all the time?  Anyhow, we were just going to do some light jogging, chatting a bit about proportions, the prominence of pretty boys in Japanese media, and retractable penises.” Maxxie(J) began, putting her feet up on the table and leaning back in her chair.

“You brought up whether or not I would want a retractable penis, and I quickly said no.  We did not talk about them.” Shiaka(Z) plainly retorted.

“Whatevs.  Anywho, we just so happened to have Yuccot waddle up to us, and… I’m pretty sure he misheard us or just inferred we were talking about girls.  We kinda were, but he took it to a sexual place. Being the badical bestie that I be, I played it with J-style and told him that I was not into that sort of thing.  Yuccot, the dork, only understood two sexualities, and thought that being asexual meant that ‘Zoe’ and I were ‘butt buds’.” Maxxie(J) continued, flailing around her right hand as she spoke.

“I tried explaining to Yuccot that sexuality was fluid, diverse, and was not tied to the binaries of gay and straight.”  Shiaka(Z) elaborated.

“Yuccot briefly tried expanding his scope of sexuality, but went back to square one by dismissing subdued sexualities as, “gay-ass bullshit”.  So Shiaka told him off for being such an idiot, saying not everybody had to be such a… agh, you worded it real nicely too…” Maxxie(J) said as she clenched her temple.  

“I said that he was a pitiful simpleton who lacks any true understanding of humanity if he would dare to make such a claim, and he is the sort of person who is nothing but a burden on society, ignorant of the world around him, and dismissive of all new information that people try to bestow upon him.”  Shiaka(Z) said while blushing.  

“Not precisely how I would phrase it, but that was quite good, Shiaka.”  Zoe(M) complimented the girl in his original body.

“With that, Yuccot called us a pair of lowercase F-bombs, and uppercase F-bombed off for the rest of the period, leaving me to recount the time Yuccot told me about the box of kittens he threw into a river— which Shiaka later told me was just a rumor.  But, I dunno, it seems pretty darn plausible.” Maxxie(J) mused while stroking her chin.

“Where would he have gotten the kittens anyways?”  I asked, stumped at that part of the rumor above all others.

“He could have gotten them from a pet store and killed them for fun.  Besides, you remember the Vivi Gaimz incident. Really surprised he was not outright expelled for the shit he said.  I mean, that’s on the level of bad as Master of Martial Hearts.  … I still gots no clue how the studio behind Elfen Lied could ever make that steamy hot pile of bloodstained feces…”  Maxxie(J) said, ending her story and starting up a new topic.  

“Is Elfen Lied anime with the naked girl with pink hair and horns?”  Shiaka(Z) cautiously asked.

“Yes, it is also something that should not be viewed by minors, but Maxxie saw when she was… nine?”  Zoe(M) said with a stern look on his face, which just looked wrong.

“Spring break 2006, baby!  Babs took me to the DVD and VHS shop and I was given a present for getting good grades on my tests.  I snuck into the back of the store and picked out the coolest box I could find in, like, ten seconds before I would be caught by Babs.  I showed her the box and she bought it for me, and I stayed up all night watching it. It. Was. The. Freaking. Best. Shit! No hyperbole or anything, but without that little delight, this Maxxie Flare would not exist, no way, no how!”  Maxxie(J) explained, sounding more enthusiastic about Elfen Lied than I have been about anything in my life.

“It also inspired you to take art classes over the summer, and you got in trouble for drawing naked ladies, right?”  I recalled and immediately questioned.

“Yeah, that was great…  I drew nipples that looked like gumdrops back then.”  Maxxie(J) fondly recalled.

With that, the bell rang as the clock struck 3:23, we promptly left room 1337, and made our way out of the school from the front entrance, waving goodbye to the security guards.

Don’t you think it’s odd that your school has security guards?

Hm?  I guess they are not really needed in a school like this, but it’s a government regulation from what I heard.

Yes, but is it not a bit unnecessary?

Nope!  School shootings still happen, Miss Dusk.  They are there to keep some order and encourage kids to not practice horseplay.  That, and keep weirdos from walking in with a bunch of napalm so they can set the school on fire.

Duly noted…


Verde’s Doohickey Main Page
Session 01: Re;Birth.exe
Session 02: Osananajimi;Myself
Session 03: Maximum Flare
Session 04: The World of Girl Love
Session 05: It’s Slippery When Wet
Session 06: T-Girl Trouble
Session 07: All The Warriors
Session 08: A School-Style Swap
Session 09: School Daze
Session 10: Starred Social Links
Session 11: Finer Foreshadowing
Session 12: Dark Dreams Develop Despair
Session 13: Back 2 Best Girl
Session 14: Can’t Even Shine In A Prism
Session 15: Maxxie Mit Melancholy
Session 16: The Long Walk Home
Session 17: Obtuse Origins – Omega Overdrive

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