Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 5, 2014 22:25:29 GMT -5
Akira had been pretty active as of late. Fighting by himself, fighting with others, fighting the mobs, fighting the boss, it was a decent bit of experience. Frankly, the boy had to wonder if he had gotten any stronger since he started. He knew he had access to new abilities, but that didn't mean much. Some games allowed one to learn skills off of equipment, and that didn't necessarily make one more powerful. That said, he wanted to try out and test his skills in private. The terminal was a pretty calm place compared to the areas beyond. It was safest to test himself there. Plus, he had a good example to run off of, so there was that, right?
The majority of human beings focused only on themselves. The small fraction outside of that cared about themselves and those close to them- friends, family. The remainder of humans after excluding those parties were either those with unique occupations or far too much time on their hands. For that reason, the boy in drag did not worry too much about slipping into the terminal. All he had to do was act casual, and nobody noticed. A turn, kneel, and shift, and he was past the tape that “blocked” the terminal off. And just like that, the crossdresser made his way down the steps as if the terminal was just his home, or he were going shopping.
After the battle with the train, he actually felt fairly comfortable wearing normal clothes- you know, not a pair of jogging pants. He hated workout clothes for anything other than working out. Just felt wrong. And nasty. And looked wrong, anyway. Of course, wearing the same old outfit every day was a bit bothersome. Well, not bothersome, but it became redundant. As the boy pushed his glasses up, he straightened his unnecessary sunhat. Actually, the fact that he wore a sundress (with a pretty floral design and a fondness of the color yellow) despite the weather was pretty ridiculous. Granted, it wasn't terribly cold during the day, but still. Of course, a simple sundress would have limited mobility. Towards the bottom, it turned into a pleated skirt, allowing for freedom of leg movement. Reaching far up into the forbidden territory within the dress was a pair of thigh-high socks. They were pretty warm. Of course, his arms needed to be protected, as well. A simple, pink, short-cut jacket reaching halfway down his back took care of that. It was more a case of attachable sleeves, than anything, but it did get the job done.
The boy had to wonder, though. How long would he have to look to find something of interest within the terminal?
The majority of human beings focused only on themselves. The small fraction outside of that cared about themselves and those close to them- friends, family. The remainder of humans after excluding those parties were either those with unique occupations or far too much time on their hands. For that reason, the boy in drag did not worry too much about slipping into the terminal. All he had to do was act casual, and nobody noticed. A turn, kneel, and shift, and he was past the tape that “blocked” the terminal off. And just like that, the crossdresser made his way down the steps as if the terminal was just his home, or he were going shopping.
After the battle with the train, he actually felt fairly comfortable wearing normal clothes- you know, not a pair of jogging pants. He hated workout clothes for anything other than working out. Just felt wrong. And nasty. And looked wrong, anyway. Of course, wearing the same old outfit every day was a bit bothersome. Well, not bothersome, but it became redundant. As the boy pushed his glasses up, he straightened his unnecessary sunhat. Actually, the fact that he wore a sundress (with a pretty floral design and a fondness of the color yellow) despite the weather was pretty ridiculous. Granted, it wasn't terribly cold during the day, but still. Of course, a simple sundress would have limited mobility. Towards the bottom, it turned into a pleated skirt, allowing for freedom of leg movement. Reaching far up into the forbidden territory within the dress was a pair of thigh-high socks. They were pretty warm. Of course, his arms needed to be protected, as well. A simple, pink, short-cut jacket reaching halfway down his back took care of that. It was more a case of attachable sleeves, than anything, but it did get the job done.
The boy had to wonder, though. How long would he have to look to find something of interest within the terminal?