Reiu
High School in Japan, Part 2
by , January 16th, 2013 at 05:00 PM (3788 Views)
(Thanks for the warm reception, guys; wasn't expecting it. For this I promise you pictures of the not-harem in the near future. If I can find them.)
After English grammar, (in which those around me kept interrupting the class to try to get me to correct the teacher's admittedly broken pronunciation) and chemistry (in which class was briefly halted as my humble worksheet with my moonrune handwriting on it was passed around the class), it was now time for PE, physical education.
I was undecided as to whether I was looking forward to it. On the one hand, I was a couch potato and proud. All the more so since it was frickin' summer in frickin' southern Japan. Hailing from SoCal of the golden Mediterranean clime did not make the transition any easier. (Seriously, some places on the coast never leave the 50s~70s Fahrenheit/10s~20s Celsius range. And even inland at least it's always dry.)
On the other hand, I would briefly get to ditch my winter uniform (long-sleeved shirt, tie, vest, blazer), which I was forced to wear in all its conservative Yamato glory despite the humidity and the blistering heat. It was against the school rules to walk around without the vest and blazer on, even under the cruel conditions of the AC-deprived classroom. Power conservation in view of the recent crisis, you say? Fuck that, I'm 'Murrican and I demand my goddamn air conditioning as is my God-given right, dammit.
Despite being slightly less than 5'7''at around 169 cm, I easily towered over the multitudes of faceless salarymen of Hiroshima, including the School Principal Most High (of the Not-Quite Bald Head). This, incidentally, made for awkward bowing.
Thus the only uniform they had available for me was one whose previous Kiwi owner had stayed for the winter months. I-it's not like I was disappointed because I'd wanted to try on the summer sailor uniform just a little or anything, no.
As is usual for schools in Japan, the girls changed in the classroom. As this was an all-girls school,there were no lowly males to kick out beforehand. And that is where I changed since I, in case you haven't figured out what I was doing in an all-girls school, am also a girl.*
*Or the male lead in a harem animu. Take your pick. There are, after all, no girls on the Internet.
Although everybody was for once minding their own business, as they were busy changing, I had the uncomfortable feeling that the girl next to me was glancing in my direction as I put on the Japanese gym wear (no bloomers, sorry), but I dismissed it as just my being self-conscious again. Not a rare occurrence back then. (Fifteen, how I don't miss it.)
That is, until I had finished changing and the girl said:
「なんだか今すごくいい体が見えた気がする」(I think I just saw a really nice body.)
What.
Not having the daring or indeed the humor to respond 「ま、まだ心の準備が…」(“M-my heart isn't ready...!”) or 「ｷﾏｼﾀﾜｰ｣ (“Incoming yuri!”), I stood there dumbly until the surge of people leaving the classroom provided me with an excuse to hurry on and pretend I didn't hear anything.
So here's my question of the day to you all: why are Japanese schoolgirls so fucking obsessed with breast size?!
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