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Subject: {ASSM} Good girls bad boys: a Japanese high school story 1 {Don Gordon} (fm, voy, reluctant)
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Date: Mon,  4 Oct 2004 10:10:03 -0400
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Good girls, bad boys: a Japanese high school story
By Don Gordon

Chiaki Shiraishi was one of those girls who seemed to have
it all.  She was bright, attractive, athletic, and
popular.  She had been voted student council president for
the second year in a row, and with her marks should easily
get into the law program at Tokyo University next year. 
Her father was a top bureaucrat in the Japan's Ministry of
Finance, and when she grew up Chiaki hoped to go into
politics too, and be like Takako Doi or Seiko Hashimoto,
two prominent women in the Japanese National Diet.

Unfortunately though, unbeknownst to her, Chiaki had
acquired some enemies in her two and a half years at the
prestigious P. K. Gakuen High School.  The worst of these
was probably Kazuhiko Nakayama.  At first, Kazuhiko had
been one of her biggest fans.  He sat right behind her in
class, and had asked her out countless times.  Chiaki's
teachers had told her there was no place for boys in her
life if she wanted to get into a good university, and so
Chiaki had always turned him down.  At first, she'd tried
to done her best to spare his feelings, but lately she'd
gotten so tired of telling him no that she'd become colder
and more heartless.  On the outside, Kazuhiko seemed to be
taking it all in stride, but lately, it had clearly
started to get to him.  Sometimes, she'd catch him staring
at her from a distance clearly unhappy.  Still, she just
shrugged.  It wasn't anything personal.  He just had to
understand she didn't have time for boys at this crucial
stage in her life.

Another of Chiaki's classmates was Aoi Kuroike.  Aoi was a
bit of a misfit, always daydreaming or doodling in her
notebook when she should be listening.  She had for a long
time had a crush on Yuusuke Kawata, the class comedian and
live wire.  Yuusuke unfortunately, only had eyes for
Chiaki, and this was clearly starting to get on Aoi's
nerves.

One day, after school, Kazuhiko and Aoi bumped into each
other on the way home.  At first, they chatted about
school and stuff, but Kazuhiko casually mentioned his
growing frustration with Chiaki, Aoi immediately echoed
her growing displeasure with little miss perfect, as she'd
dubbed her.  Half jokingly at first, they started
suggesting all these diabolical schemes about how to get
Chiaki back for the pain she'd caused them.  When they
reached the train station, they went they're separate
ways, but clearly a real bond had started to form between
them based on their hatred and jealousy of Chiaki.

Kazuhiko wasn't at all used to being told no.  He had a
lot of friends, and was something of a leader among the
boys in the class.  For a long time, he'd been fantasizing
about getting Chiaki back, but now, having Aoi as a
potential ally, he began to think about it more seriously.
 On the way home, he stopped by at his friend, Ryokichi
Takano's house.  Ryokichi was the class computer whiz.  He
always had the latest gadgets, and seemed to know
everything there was to know about how to use them. 
Kazuhiko told him about his chat with Aoi, and asked him
if he had any ideas about what they could do to get Chiaki
back.  Ryokichi bore Chiaki no grudge really, but he loved
a challenge, and like most of the other boys in the class
wouldn't mind having a little fun at her expense. 
Ryokichi rooted around in a desk drawer, and finally
pulled out what seemed to be a small woman's purse.

"What's that?" Kazuhiko asked.

"It's a video camera."

"It sure doesn't look like a camera."

Ryokichi opened the zipper, and plugged in a cord that led
to his computer.  Soon, Kazuhiko's face popped up on the
computer screen.

"Where's the lens?"

"The whole side is one big lens.  Auto focus.  Runs on
batteries.  Great resolution, huh?"

"Wow!" Kazuhiko said, taking the camera, and shooting
around the room.  "So what are we going to do with this?"

"We can lend it to Aoi, and have her take it into the
girl's shower room with her before swim class.  She could
just let it hang from her wrist like this, and Chiaki
wouldn't know she was being filmed."

"Ryokichi!  You're a genius!"

The next day at school, Kazuhiko gave Aoi the camera, and
explained the plan.  Aoi didn't seem too thrilled with the
idea at first, but she took the camera, and later that day
returned it to Kazuhiko with the footage she'd taken
inside.  The two of them went over to Ryokichi's house
later that day to examine Aoi's cinematographic handiwork.
 Ryokichi hooked the camera up to his TV, and soon there
was Chiaki's fit young body up on the screen all lathered
up with soap but not much else.  Kazuhiko was so pleased
he slapped Aoi on the back, and kept repeating,

"Brilliant!  Brilliant!"

Aoi smiled.  She still wasn't sure if she approved of the
methods, but anyway, it did mean she would finally get her
revenge on Chiaki.

The next day, at lunch, Kazuhiko asked Chiaki to come up
to the roof.

"There's something Ryokichi and I want to show you."

Chiaki didn't like the sound of this, and thought of
trying to weasel out of it, but Kazuhiko insisted, and
finally, she gave in.  Ryokichi was feeling a bit nervous
about the whole thing, especially having to face Chiaki in
person, so Kazuhiko did all the talking.  They played her
the tape on Ryokichi's handy cam.  Her eyes opened wide in
shock astonished to see herself showering there naked.

"Where did you get that?"

"That's a secret."  There was no need to get Aoi in
trouble especially after she'd been kind enough to video
Chiaki in the first place.

"Here it give it to me, right this instant!"

"We can give it to you, if you'd like.  It's just a copy
anyway.  Ryokichi has been talking about putting up a copy
on his web site too."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I don't know.  I think you look kind of nice.  Is that a
beauty mark on your left breast there?"

Chiaki covered her chest with her hands as if she were
still naked now.  She was so furious she didn't know what
to say.

"D'you know what, Chiaki?  Although you know that I've
always adored you, there are a couple of small things,
little changes that I think you could make that would help
spice up your image a bit."

Chiaki glared back at him suspiciously.

"You're blackmailing me?"

"Oh, blackmail is such a dirty word.  Let's just say we're
trying to come to some kind of agreement.  I wouldn't want
to see you get hurt, but Ryokichi here has been begging me
to let him send out a little clip from the video to some
of our classmates.  It would apparently do wonders for the
traffic to his site."

Chiaki's eyes looked like they were on fire, as she
seethed with pent up rage.

"What kind of changes?" she asked struggling to hold her
temper.

"Oh, nothing too drastic.  Don't worry.  I wouldn't want
to harm your pristine image.  But well, for instance, what
about those tights you always wear?  It's not that cold
out these days.  Why do you have to wear tights anyway? 
Your natural skin color is so much more attractive."

Chiaki's face contorted into a look of shock and
revulsion.  What?  He wants me to take off my tights?

"I know they're your trademark and everything.  Always
black or navy blue, but don't you think it's time for a
little change?  A new image?"

Chiaki's was so upset her whole body started to shake. 
She'd always worn tights.  She hadn't gone barelegged
since she was a little girl.  The guys in our class
pestered her enough as it was.  She couldn't walk around
the school with bare legs.  It just wouldn't be right. 
Chiaki stared at Kazuhiko's smarmy smiling face.  She
tried to imagine what the principal would say if she
snitched on them.  Blackmail was a crime, but she was also
worried that the principal might just dismiss it as a
harmless boy's prank, and might even leave copies of the
tape in Kazuhiko and Ryokichi's hands.  Her whole future
could be ruined.  Somehow she had to get on Kazuhiko's
good side, and get him to give her the tape back and
destroy all the copies.  She mulled it over for a moment,
and then finally spoke.

"Kazuhiko, if I do as you say, will you promise..."

"Of course, of course, I told you.  I would never dream of
harming you.  You know how much I adore you."  He smiled
charmingly.  Chiaki cringed a bit, but couldn't think of
any way of getting out of doing as he said except to play
along for now, and see what happened.

"OK, OK... but just this once."

Kazuhiko tilted his head to the side, as if to disagree. 
Chiaki wanted desperately to seal some sort of agreement,
but she realized that she had nothing to bargain with. 
She couldn't say no.  She took a deep breath, and then
walked back to the stairs.

"Um, uh, I'll be right back."  At the bottom of the
stairs, she ran over to the girl's washroom.  She still
couldn't believe she was thinking of actually going
through with this.  She went into one of the stalls, and
set a kerchief down on the floor to stand on after she
took off her shoes.  She felt weird as she pulled down her
thick navy tights.  They hugged, and protected her legs,
gave her a sense of security.  She felt so bare without
them.  She shuddered as she felt the cool air on her legs
as she did her shoes back up.  'Maybe I'll just walk with
them for a little while, and then come back, and put my
tights back on,' she thought.

Kazuhiko and Ryokichi were waiting outside, and they
looked down, admiring her beautiful bare legs.

"Oh Chiaki, darling, you have the most exquisite legs. 
Why on earth would you want to hide them?"

Chiaki's face started to flush red with embarrassment. 
She never walked around like this, not since she was
little.  Some guys from another class walked by, took one
look at her legs and whistled.  Chiaki felt so
embarrassed.  She wanted to rush back into the washroom,
and put her tights back on, but Kazuhiko was striding
along beside her, beaming, exultant at his little victory.
 Chiaki cringed.  It wouldn't have been half as
embarrassing if it weren't for him grinning like that.

They walked down the stairs to the cafeteria together. 
When Chiaki stood in the door, it felt like the whole
school turned to check out her bare legs.  Rie, one of
Chiaki's best friends, waved for her to come over.  Chiaki
looked at Kazuhiko, and then ran over to where Rie was
sitting.

"What happened to your tights?" Rie asked, surprised to
see Chiaki dressed like that.  Rie was every bit as
conservative as Chiaki.  She always kept her body tightly
covered up.  Chiaki clenched her teeth swallowing her
embarrassment.

"I... I... " she stammered.  Somehow she couldn't bring
herself to tell Rie what had happened.  She looked over at
Kazuhiko who had sat down with some of the other boys. 
They were all staring at her legs, but it didn't look like
Kazuhiko was going to tell them what had happened.  She
felt a little relieved, but the staring was really getting
to her.  "It's a long story," Chiaki finally said.  Rie
shot the boys one of her ice queen stares, but then went
back to eating her box lunch.

When school got out at 3:30, Chiaki went to her locker,
and was about to put her tights back on when Kazuhiko
calmly ambled up.

"It makes a definite improvement.  Tomorrow, I want you to
dress this way all day.  I don't want to see those tights
anymore, do you hear?"

Chiaki's face went white.  She had thought that walking
around like this all afternoon would be enough to satisfy
Kazuhiko, and that then she could just go back to normal. 
She was too shocked to answer.

"Oh, and by the way, do you have any shorter skirts you
could wear?" he asked cheerfully.  A chill ran up Chiaki's
spine.

"What?"

"Do you have anything shorter than that one?  It's kind of
long, don't you think?"

Chiaki just looked at him incredulous.

"No, this is the shortest one I have."

"Oh, that's alright.  I've been feeling kind of bad about
this whole thing, so I tell you what.  I'll make it up to
you.  I'll buy you a new skirt."

"Uh, no.  No thanks."

"C'mon, it's the least I can do.  What's your size?"

"No, no, really, you don't have to.  I like this one just
fine."

"Oh, that's OK.  I'll just ask Rie, then.  I'm sure she'll
know your size.  Maybe I should tell her about the tape
too while I am at it.  Do you think she'd like to see?"

Chiaki stared at him, even more shocked.  She couldn't let
Kazuhiko talk to Rie.  She'd have to get to Rie first. 
Even then, Chiaki didn't know what to tell her.  She
looked down nervously, and whispered,

"Um, medium."

Kazuhiko blinked.

"Pardon."

"My waist is 58 cm, and my hips 84," Chiaki blurted out,
blushing like crazy.  Kazuhiko just stared at her for a
moment, but then broke out into a big grin.  He took out
his notebook to write down her size.  It wasn't that
Chiaki wanted him to buy her a skirt, but she definitely
didn't want Kazuhiko to talk with Rie till she had had a
chance to explain things.

"Thanks Chiaki, you're not going to regret this."

She didn't like the way that sounded.

"Anyway, see you tomorrow before class," he said and ran
off to go shopping for skirts.

'Oh no, this is horrible.  Now what do I do?' Chiaki
thought.  With Kazuhiko gone, she finally went to the
washroom, and changed back into her tights.  She came back
out, and went to find Rie.  Rie was by her locker waiting
for Chiaki, so the two of them could walk to the station
together.  Rie seemed angry for some reason.

"You seem pretty friendly with Kazuhiko all of a sudden,"
she noted.

"What?  Oh no, it's not like that.  It's..." Chiaki
paused.  Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go telling
everyone about the tape just yet.  If she could just talk
Kazuhiko and Ryokichi into giving it back, then maybe no
one would ever have to know.  They walked home talking of
other things.

To be continued

Don Gordon
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