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Emi Tsuruta 
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Home Sweet Home
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home
page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/


Don't get me wrong.  I love my mom.  She raised us - my sister
Norika and me - to be good girls.  Mom tried to teach us the
difference between right and wrong.  She supported me when I went
to study abroad in California.  I know that she just wants us to
be happy... but sometimes I feel like she is so different from me
and Norika.  The two of us are so free, while my mom tends to be
a bit more uptight, more worried about what people will think. 
Even though we don't always see eye to eye, I was going to try to
be good now that I was home.  I owe her that much.

Anyway, there Mom was at the arrivals gate in Narita airport when
I came out.  She was wearing a white bucket hat and a
windbreaker, not all that dressed up herself.  I'd put on a
yellow sun dress for the occasion.  She did seem glad to see me,
and started gabbing away about what all was new.  The
preparations for Norika's wedding were under way.  My mom had
some reservations about Evan, Norika's British fianc, but
honestly, I don't see why.  If anything, he seems even more prim
and proper than she is.

Anyway, Mom and I boarded a train bound for home, Kamakura, the
temple town on the coast where my parents live.  I listened to my
mom as best I could, but I was sleepy from the long flight over
from Los Angeles, and eventually, she just let me sleep.  When we
got home, I ditched my dress for workout pants and a hoodie, and
went straight to bed.  It was such a relief to finally get
settled into my old room, my old bed.

That evening I awoke to the sound of the TV coming from
downstairs.  Wondering who was up, I went down to the living room
to find Dad and Evan sitting there like two old friends.  Dad
smiled to see me home, but Evan was a bit more aloof.  I guess I
teased him a bit the last time I was here.  That was over a year
ago now.  You'd think he'd be over it.

"Dad.  Evan," I greeted them.  "Where are Mom and Norika?"

"Your mom is upstairs, and Norika is in the bath."

I could hear Norika clanking around.  I was feeling kind of
hungry, so I got some food from the kitchen, and came back to sit
with Dad and Evan.

"Namie phoned, and so did Miori," Dad told me.  That was nice to
hear.  Namie is my first cousin, and lives not too far away with
her new hubby Ryoichi.  Miori is a younger friend of mine I met
at a Shinto festival a few years back.

"What about Michiyo?  Did she call?" I asked.  Michiyo was my
best friend from high school.  I hadn't heard from her for a
while, and I was wondering what she'd been up to.

"No, I don't think so," my dad shrugged.

"Oh OK.  Anyway, I'll call them tomorrow.  Can I get a new cell
phone?"

"Ask your mother," Dad replied.  "Oh by the way, I've been asking
around about a job for you.  I think I might be able to get you
an interview with a good company up in Tokyo."  My dad has always
been a big one for jobs.  He works in personnel, so that's kind
of his thing.

"Oh OK.  Thanks."

It sounded like Norika was almost done in the bath, so I scooted
upstairs, and grabbed a pair of pajamas.  I couldn't very well
traipse around in one of my see-through nighties with Evan and
Dad here.  I was going to have to change my ways now that I was
home again.  In California, I'd had a lot of freedom, but here
I'd have to rein myself in a bit.  I didn't want my parents to
worry.

I went back downstairs to the little make-up room next to the
bath to see if Norika was out yet.  I could see her naked body
through the frosted glass.  She slid open the glass door, and
picked up a towel from the basket on the floor.  I was glad to
see her.  It had been a while.  She looked good.  She'd probably
been working out to look her best for the wedding.

"Hey, Non," I teased, calling her by her old nickname.

"Emi?  You're home!"

"Yeah, I just got back.  So what's the story with Evan?  Is he
sleeping with you up in your room?"

"What?  You got to be joking!  There's no way Mom would allow
that.  Evan's been sleeping on the sofa in the living room."

That was disappointing to hear.  I'd been hoping that Mom had
mellowed a bit, but it sounded like she was as strict as ever. 
Norika and Evan were getting married for heaven's sakes.  Why
make them sleep apart?  It made no sense to me, but it was hard
to argue with Mom.  She made the rules, and we kind of had to
follow.

Norika continued to stand there - naked - while she wiped off her
face, arms and sides with her towel.  Norika had never been shy
about her body.  I'd always been a bit jealous of her
confidence.

I ended up stripping out of my clothes, and we switched places,
so I could bathe next.  The water felt so warm and refreshing,
but when I came back out, I realized that there weren't any more
towels.  Norika must have taken the last one.  Drat!

I glanced down at my p.j.'s, but I didn't want to pull them on
while my body was still wet.  There were probably some clean
towels hanging in the dining room, but if Evan was still up, he'd
see.  Drat, drat, drat.  Now what do I do?

Rather than risk it, I ended up drying myself off with the
t-shirt I'd been wearing.  It wasn't as absorbent as a real
towel, but it would have to do.  I was originally planning to go
back to bed, but I wasn't really sleepy anymore.  I ended up
pulling on my p.j.'s, going upstairs, changing into street
clothes, and going out for a little walk.  It'd been so long
since I'd lived here.  I wanted to see what all had changed.

Things didn't look that different though I suppose.  There were
more new houses on the hills across from us.  The old temple Hase
was still there with its big iron bell.  Takuhiro, the quiet boy
who used to live next door, had moved up to Tokyo to go to
university.  My mom still seemed bent on getting the two of us
together, but I doubted that would happen.  He is far too shy. 
Eventually, I came back to the house, and went back to bed.

The next day Mom took me to Fujisawa to shop for a cell phone and
some new work outfits for my job hunt.  Some of our neighbors
came to their windows to watch us as Mom and I walked by.  For
some reason, I seemed to be attracting some attention now that I
was back.  I guess they're just curious, but it did feel kind of
weird to be stared at wherever I go.

The next few mornings, I'd have a shower, get changed, and then
find my mom usually in the kitchen.  She'd complain,

"You're not going to wear that, are you?"

"What's wrong with this outfit?" I'd balk.  It was always
something.  According to her, my kaftans or ponchos were too
'foreign-looking.'  My yoga pants were 'practically see-through.'
 My booty shorts were too 'short.'  It seems like she didn't like
any of the outfits I'd brought back from the States.

"If you don't like the clothes I have now, can I go buy some new
ones?" I asked.  She nodded hesitantly, not quite trusting me to
buy something she'd approve of.  I was kind of annoyed by the
whole thing.  In the States, my host mom Loretta had let me wear
what I like, and almost never complained.  Anyway, to humor Mom,
I'd go back upstairs, and change into something more
conservative.  I guess I'll have to tone things down for now.

The strangest thing about our tiff was my mom must have a pretty
good idea what I'm like by now.  She saw the backless dress I
wore to Namie's wedding.  She probably saw the video of me
skinny-dipping with her sister's family at the waterfall.  For
sure, she saw me running around in just a t-shirt in front of her
beloved Takuhiro when he came knocking to get my address.  I
didn't really understand why I had to pretend to be something I'm
not, but I guess that's how things are.  She puts up with my
eccentricities as long as I behave.

Then one day, my dad phoned me from work.  He'd left some papers
at home, and wanted me to bring them up to him in Tokyo.  I
suspected that this was just an excuse to talk to me about jobs,
but anyway, I found the papers, and headed out.

Some neighbors came to their window again to watch as I walked
by.  This was going to take some getting used to.  Sometimes
people stared at me in the States, but I figured that was because
I was Japanese.  Here I look like everyone else, don't I?  Maybe
there's something different about me now.  Self-confidence?  A
cosmopolitan air?  I wasn't sure why they seemed so curious.

Dad was in a meeting when I arrived at his office.  While I sat
waiting, I got talking with a cool Japanese guy who'd spent time
abroad.  He'd lived in the States too, so we had that in common.
He was there for an interview, and it sounded like he had a lot
of interesting ideas.

Soon though, my dad called me in.  As I suspected, Dad had set up
an interview for me with this big trading company, Oote.  It
sounded pretty serious.  It didn't sound too bad though, so I
agreed to go, and give it a try.

When I came back out, the boy I'd been talking to was gone. 
Taira I think his name was.  Too bad.  He seemed kind of nice.

Midweek, I went up to Yokohama to convert my American driver's
license to a Japanese one.  They made me take a driving test
again.  There was this cute little obstacle course out back, and
you tool around in these miniature cars with other student
drivers.  I was kind of nervous, so I made a few mistakes, but
the inspector was a nice guy, and gave me a pass anyway.

That Friday, at night, I came downstairs, looking to see if I
could have a shower.  Mom and Dad had gone to bed, Norika was
staying at their new place, but it sounded like Evan was in the
bath.  The TV was on, so I sat down, and looked to see what was
on.  They had this show called Ookubonbon.  A woman named Ookubo
was there, and she'd play 'news' clips on the latest trends
gathered by their reporters.  All the reporters are women too, so
I guess it's supposed to be like a women's show, but the topics
are kind of spicy.  I'd never seen it before, so I was kind of
curious.

The top story - believe it or not - was about how women in Tokyo
seem to be going braless or pantiless lately.  According to the
women they interviewed, it's not so much to feel sexy, but for
comfort or health reasons.  The women lounge around home like
that, and then don't bother to put on a bra when they pop up to
the convenience store.  Wow!  Who would have imagined?

I wanted to see more, but unfortunately, Evan came out, so I shut
the TV off before he saw.  He's a bit uptight, so I don't think
he'd approve of all these women wandering around the city braless
or pantiless.  Norika had been trying to pass herself off as this
innocent little princess, so I don't know if he knows what she's
really like.  Anyway, I wished him good night, and headed up to
bed.

On Monday, I had to go to my first job interview.  I got all
dressed up in the new 'recruit' outfit I'd bought with my mom - a
white silk blouse, navy blazer, tight navy mini-skirt, white
cotton panties, white socks and black loafers.  I also put on my
good-luck necklace with the locket, but no bra.  It was warm out,
and with the blazer, I had enough layers as it was.

I caught a bus and then train to Tokyo.  The Oote office was in
this tall modern building, all gleaming glass and steel.  While I
was waiting, I felt terribly nervous.  I'd never applied for a
job in Japan before, so I wasn't sure how to act.  Should I
smile, and tell jokes, or be all serious, and just listen?  A
woman came, and served me some tea, but she disappeared before I
could talk to her.  They all seemed so busy.

I felt restless, all bound up in this tight suit.  Wondering
about my lucky locket, I stuck my fingers down the front of my
blouse, but I couldn't reach the chain.  There wasn't anyone in
the waiting room anyway, so without really thinking, I undid the
buttons on my blouse, seeing if I could fish out my locket.  Just
then the secretary came back, and told me they'd see me now.  I
snapped to attention, and then followed her into the conference
room, my heart beating away in my chest.  My blouse was still
open, but there was no time to worry about that now.  I'm up.

There were three interviewers, middle-aged Japanese men in suits.
 They weren't all that friendly, and started in with hard
questions right away.  I got a handkerchief out of my pocket, and
wiped my brow, doing my best to answer.  A lot of the questions
were kind of tricky, so I was happy whenever I managed to come up
with a good answer.

It took me a while to notice that the youngest of the three was
staring straight at my chest.  I looked down, only to realize
that the front of my blouse was wide open.  Since I wasn't
wearing a bra, he could probably see quite a bit of my cleavage,
perhaps even a nipple on one side.

All in a panic now, I quickly pulled the sides of my blouse back
over my breasts.  I looked at him apologetically, and let out a
little laugh.  I don't know why I was laughing.  It was awfully
embarrassing to be caught with my breasts out in my very first
interview.  The other two men were still forging ahead with their
questions, so maybe they hadn't noticed.  I kind of stumbled
through the rest of the interview, in a haze, and was relieved
when they finally let me go.

Back out in the waiting room, I covered my eyes.  I felt so
embarrassed I wanted to cry.  A young man named Takahashi
wandered by, and stopped to ask what was wrong.  I told him I
thought I'd blown the interview, but he was very kind, saying I
looked like a smart young lady, and I probably didn't do as badly
as I thought.  He gave me his phone number, and said I could
contact him to find out if I'd passed.  I thanked him for his
kindness, and then headed home.

That night, when I got back, Mom, Dad and Evan were there
gathering around the supper table to eat.  Dad asked about my
interview, but I just kind of shrugged, not wanting to admit what
had happened.  I guess Dad sensed I was upset, because he soon
changed the topic.

After supper, Dad and Evan moved to the living room, and I joined
them.  Dad wanted to watch news, so I thought about going to our
Japanese room where there's a second TV, but Mom had a bunch more
things she wanted to tell us, so I stayed.

Dad went in for his shower, and then Mom, so it was just Evan and
I in the living room.  Evan is kind of a strange guy.  He's tall
and handsome I guess, but he never really looks at me anymore. 
It makes me wonder if he feels guilty about something.  Anyway,
hopefully, Norika would come back from their new place soon, so
he could spend time with her.  He seems more relaxed when she is
around.

Eventually, Evan left to go have a shower, and then when he was
done, it was my turn.  While I was showering, my new cell phone
rang.  It was my friend Miori finally catching me in.

"Miori, what's wrong?"

"You... crackle-crackle... something... I can't hear..."  Her
voice kept fading in and out.  There is only one little window in
our bath room, so I guess the walls were blocking the signal.

"Here.  Hang on.  Let me see if I can get a better signal."  I
was soaking wet and naked, but Miori sounded pretty keyed up
about something.  I opened the sliding glass door, and came out
first to the sink room, but I still couldn't hear her.  I peered
over at the thin curtain leading to the kitchen.  I was pretty
sure Mom had gone to bed, but Evan might still be up in the
living room.  I glanced down at my p.j.'s, but I still hadn't
finished my bath.  I can't get dressed all wet like this anyway.

I took a deep breath, and then ever so quietly, stepped out -
still naked - into the kitchen.  I could vaguely hear Evan
breathing around the corner.  Is he asleep?  It was hard to tell
for sure, but in a rush to get to Miori, I tiptoed over to the
back door.  I undid the lock, trying to be quiet, but it rattled
a bit, and then made a big clunking sound.  Once I opened the
door, I could hear cars in the distance, but all I could see was
the garden wall and the top of Takuhiro's house.  I was sooo
nervous standing here naked in the doorway leading outside.

"Can you hear me now?" I whispered to Miori.

"Yeah, I can."

"What's up?"

"I mainly wanted to welcome you back."

"Thanks.  We should get together..."

"Yeah, of course.  Oh!  By the way, did you say you took a
photography class when you were in the States?"

"Yeah, I did.  Why?"

Suddenly, I heard rustling noises coming from the living room.

"Oh oh.  Someone's up.  Can you hold on?"

"Yeah, sure."

I looked back towards the dining room, but there was no sign of
Evan - yet.  Worried, I looked around for something to cover up
with, but there weren't any clothes in the kitchen.  I started to
kick myself for coming out here naked in the first place.  What
on earth am I doing?  Maybe I should go back.

More rustling.

"Listen, Miori.  I'd better phone you back.  Can I call you
tomorrow?"

"I might be at work, but I'll try you on my break."

"Oh OK.  Sure.  Have a good night!"  I hung up, cocking my ear,
trying to tell if Evan was coming.  I could still hear him
rustling around, but I couldn't see him.  I briefly thought of
stepping outside to hide, but that would probably be even worse.

I watched the shadows on the floor, but it didn't look like Evan
was coming, so slowly, carefully, I tiptoed back towards the
bath.  I went all the way to the doorway to the dining room, and
cautiously peered around the corner.  It was hard to see Evan in
the dark, but the light from the bath was shining on me, lighting
up my naked body.  I felt so nervous.  I turned off the bathroom
light, and just stood there, listening and waiting for the
longest time.

Eventually, I heard Evan snoring again.  Phew!  That was close. 
From now on, I'm going to have to be more careful.  I finished up
my bath, pulled on my p.j.'s, and tiptoed back up to my room.

Anyway, lots more to tell, but I guess I'll stop here for now. 
Talk to you soon.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/























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