Chasing After Rainbows

Story 9 Part 4

2019-08-16T02:03:00.000+09:00

I laid down on my bed after returning from a day at work, reflecting on the oddities of Yanagi's transformed body. She's like a living female mannequin of those well dressed store displays, but like those mannequins, she can't do anything to me no matter how much she wants to: her body is forcing her to not be able to look or interact with intimate parts of pre-transformed people like me. I can see her struggling to force herself to do it, but her body just refuses to respond. Similarly, I can't do anything to her because her body is rejecting me.

She didn’t mean to turn me down, but her body isn't allowing her to look or handle non-evolved private bits. She's so desperate that she tried to look at porn, but because of the heavy involvement of what she's not allowed to see, it's like trying to read a heavily censored book where the uncensored bits are the more "tame" bits between sex scenes that make up less than a third of the content. It's like being denied eating the food you crave that's siting right in front of you, for multiple times in a row that it became quite a while since you could, and desperation growing stronger.

It is this frustration of being unable to do anything despite being desperate that eventually lead to discovery of that having her breast being sucked by me for her milk as the only intimate activity that we can do, though I sensed that she's still not happy about her passive role in this. Surprisingly, her breast milk tastes so delicious that I've grown to having an addiction to keep drinking it, and it keeps going even if the volume drank exceeds what her breasts can physically contain. However, there's something nagging in my head to stop drinking it like there's something wrong with the milk, but it's too addictive.

Unlike women, all transformed people have breasts that produces a seemingly infinite supply of milk even when not pregnant, if that's possible. Handy if stranded without easy access to food or drink in a remote location, but it's physically impossible for one to drink their own.

I can sense that Yanagi is still not satisfied from breastfeeding me. I asked her what she wants: she has a burning desire of having sex with me. That's an impossible request to fulfill as that's not possible. She knows pretty well that her body is forcing her to behave like the pre-transformed body doesn’t exist and taking active measures to ensure that she forgets with her pre-transformed memories that it existed by preventing her from looking or feeling one since being transformed so she couldn't re-enforce her memories of it through the passage of time. If she did have thoughts of it, whether from accessing old memories or forced to look at it, it cannot be recorded into her memory.

I asked her if she ever thought of me sexually, which may have helped her remember. However, this doesn’t help either as her body instincts has been completely changed. If she tries imagining me sexually, she finds herself instead doing strange lesbian things with an unknown girl she has never met before. She became confused and frustrated as her imagination became wildly different from what she wants. First of all, she doesn't want to be a lesbian, and secondly, she’s being unusually intimate with an unknown schoolgirl she never met before. No matter how hard she tried thinking of me sexually, the same specific schoolgirl keep appearing in her imagination as my replacement.

This piped my interest. If she could only sexually imagine transformed people like her, and was thinking of me when the unknown girl showed up as my replacement, wouldn't that mean that girl is my transformed counterpart? If so, why does she not recognize her as me? Is my female form so different beyond recognition, or is she really a totally different person that Yanagi is unknowingly in love more than me?

Curious about how she imagined me if the only people she can sexually imagine are other transformed like her, and knowing their clothes giving a hint of where they’re from, I asked her to describe the unknown girl’s clothes.

Yanagi described her as having the same build as her. She wears the winter school uniform that has the feel of a prestigious institution different from the usual ones, though the professionalism of the image was ruined by having it unbuttoned to expose her breasts so she could "interact" with Yanagi. The skirt she wore is quite unusual for a school uniform as the design resembled more typical for office than school, but instead of black, is in a solid dark colour that isn't the same as her blazer, but still keeping the prestigious look. Her legs were “interesting” (her words): she liked the sight of seeing her legs straining against her skirt as she tries to spread her legs wider than her skirt allows, and how she moved the rest of her legs from the resulting inability. Seeing this with the dark sheer material encasing her legs makes this scene more sexy.

The situation the imagination is in makes it hard to tell about the personality of this girl, but students of prestigious places are usually rich, and usually doesn't interact with anyone not in a family that is as rich as them. Yanagi was curious why she’s being so intimate with her as she’s not related to anyone rich. She's feeling conflicted of liking me, but needing this unknown girl she has never met to be able satisfy her desperate sexual needs.

Matching the details that Yanagi described, against possible places I know that has a uniform that gives off the same vibes, my suspected probability of that girl being me has turned from "unlikely" to "highly likely" as there's nowhere I can think of but the female uniforms of rich schools in my hometown that closely matches the style of this unique uniform design. This in itself increased the probability of the girl in question being me, even though me and my family aren't as rich as the design imply. I don’t want to tell Yanagi this could be me without certainty, especially without knowing exactly what she imagined. But the fact that she never pointed the resemblance to me means I'm either unrecognizable, a completely different person that isn't me, or just simply never paid attention.

The thought of me as a man being turned into a sexy teenage girl is giving me the chills... and me inappropriately getting a hard-on because that's normal for a man when they think of a sexy woman even if it's the female version of me. Not sure if I would miss this when I do get changed. Sure it can be embarrassing to be seen having it, especially by a woman, but there's no obvious indicator like it. I think females and transformed could tell that they're feeling horny when the clothes over her breasts gets noticeably tighter than usual, but that's difficult for an outsider to tell.

"Um, why am I suddenly unable to look at you? Is there something I'm incapable of knowing about visible if I was able to look at you?", said my puzzled girlfriend.

Now that I think about it, Yanagi is already transformed. She's neither a girl nor a guy now. I don't know if it would be better if I get transformed willingly as soon as possible, but as it is right now, this transformed & non-transformed relationship is causing tensions and difficult to sustain if one party can't tolerate the sexual frustration of being unable to do anything because of sexual incompatibilities. I'm lucky Yanagi, the one who might be feeling it the most between us, sees me mainly as a companion to fill in her loneliness she was in when I met her, and sees having this frustration only as a problem of being a transformed that she could do nothing about and should just tolerate. Even so, even people with high tolerance do have their breaking point, and I have a feeling that it might not be that long before that limit is reached.

Hold on, assuming that the unknown schoolgirl was me, but Yanagi didn't recognise me, how would I prove to her when the time comes?

"Hey," I uttered.

"Yes? Believe me, I'm feeling stupid taking to you when I can't face you," replied Yanagi.

My hard-on had not yet subsided.

"What if that unknown girl you kept imagining is how I might look if I do get transformed? I can't think of any other possibility as to why you kept seeing her when you tried thinking of me sexually, but you could only imagine transformed people."

She gave a thought about it.

"...w- what are you saying?! A guy like you becoming a girl to... Well, I supposed it's better to be you, as the one I like, to be same person as the one who could help with my secret desires. It'd be very weird if one of the two isn't you, not that you are capable of doing the latter to me right now."

Wow. This is the closest to her directly admitting about that frustration I just talked about.

"I'm just giving you advanced warning just so you don't kick me out like an intruder the first time you see me after I changed. I'm getting worried about being turned because a lot of my colleagues, who were mostly men, are being changed too. It's getting weirder and weirder to see more office ladies doing package delivery that they now look."

"Ah, that kicking out part..."

She looked as if she would have done that if I didn't warn her.

"Well, send me a selfie when that happens. Include something visible in the background that I could identify as your place if you don't match up exactly how I described the girl just a moment earlier. If you've changed, but I called you before you could send that selfie, I doubt I would recognise your new voice, so... well... tell me about the placement of things in my house that's different from a typical home. Of course, I won't ask you something as detailed as what exactly is the 4th clothing from the right in my streaming room."

I was initially scared about how my girlfriend would react to me becoming a transformed like her, but I supposed that was fairly good considering that she saw me more as a companion to keep her company. Even Yanagi herself has mixed feelings about me changing: she's not quite receptive at the idea of attaching "boyfriend" to someone that obviously looks like a girl, or any guy dressed as a girl for that matter. On the other hand, she would gain a companion that can do something about her frustrations she's been bottling in.

Story 9 Part 3

2019-05-15T00:58:00.000+09:00

It’s been a few days since I’ve first met Yanagi. We exchanged messages daily to talk about things. It was the first thing I did so she knows I’m interested in getting to know her better.

Her reply to my first message suggested that she wasn’t expecting it so soon, with the tone of the message, and time she took to type a response being disproportionately longer than what she eventually sent, I’m sensing she has some girl problems. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to ask about it, but I know people won’t reveal their personal issues if not asked. Girls can be quite cryptic as they could say “I’m fine” while clearly agonising.

Yanagi clearly has a room in her apartment dedicated to streaming with camera pointing at her and whatever’s behind, with the PC clearly custom built for gaming, but she never mentioned anything about what she does for a living. I suspected she may be streaming games to a popular gaming streaming service, but without even a username, finding her stream can be hard. There’s no way I can check while I’m working.

I figured she must be well known to put the effort to have her room decorated, so I look through the top streamers by view count, using language filters. She didn’t appear in the Japanese streamers. Recalling her Korean ancestry, I tried Korean language. Sure enough, she’s listed among the top.

She’s playing some multiplayer shooting game I’m not familiar with. The background confirms she was using that room, and is wearing an outfit I saw that was on the hangars just outside the camera’s field of view. I don’t know Korean to know what she’s talking about or the text of what her audience say, but it sure is moving quickly.

This streaming website lets you see her past streams in the past year. I watch her streams from before I met her to see how she’s usually like: Her body shape and body language didn’t have that same feminine aura as the first day I saw her, but otherwise interacted with her audience no different than today.

From her streaming pattern, I see she streams fairly regularly in the evenings that normally ends past midnight. I find this odd as that would mean that replies I got from her had happen during the stream.

I looked back to the streams around when I met her: there were consecutive days she wasn’t streaming on days she would usually stream in the days before my arrival, with the stream right before that happened with her in agony and ending the stream early. I wonder how long she laid in bed before I arrived?

However, something about her seemed different in the first stream after I met her, yet I can't put a finger as to what that is. She was wearing the same jogging outfit I saw her wearing that day and said something in Korean (which I don’t understand) in a sad and frustrated tone. Already at this point, I can sense the more feminine body language that her later streams has, but earlier streams lacked.

She read the stream comments for a bit before she commented on one of them. Her face wears the expression of needing to relief her bladder, but she pointed at her face indicating that she is aware of it herself. To explain why she didn’t, she stood up and took off her jogging pants, revealing the skirt she had underneath. From the tone of her voice and being in the verge of tears, it’s as if the skirt itself is the cause for her bladder issue. The chat text moved quickly, with emoticons suggesting shock. I don’t understand how a piece of clothing one could easily lift up be a problem in using the toilet, especially when almost all women wear it. Her “I want to use the toilet badly” face got worse in later streams, but totally eliminated in the current ongoing broadcast.

This made me want to talk to her about this, but seeing that, in the latter part of this broadcast, she texted to me (the first reply I got from her) live on camera, I’m not so sure. While she never mentioned to her audience what she was doing on her phone, she did utter out in Japanese a bit of the message I sent to her that night, contrasting from her usual Korean. She didn’t disrupt her gaming until break to read it, but is clearly on her mind from the moment she heard the notification alert from her phone that is quite distinct from other alerts.

I don't know what to make of this. While she did reveal a lot of things publicly to an audience that speak a different language, I don’t know how she would react if I brought up what she revealed on this stream. As someone she wants to be in a relationship, she could be wanting to reveal it to me herself, but also fearful that I could reject her in response. She may have explained what happened to her, but not knowing the Korean she was explaining in, I don’t understand what she said any more than the expression from how she said it, which doesn't seem good.

*****

For the following week, we talked on the phone like the changes to Yanagi's body never happened, but there's only so far either of us could pretend. Say anything relating to clothing, and she'll get uncomfortable on the very idea of being dressed specifically for it. Say anything about our relationship, and she would have the tone suggesting that we cannot be in a romantic relationship, but yet desire devoting all her love to me. She's a strange woman, but she's trying hard not to.

To be honest, I've never seen her in person since the day I met her. We only texted and make calls since, until today when she randomly showed up at my doorstep on my off days unannounced. It was raining heavily outside, with only a short shelter at my front door to shelter from the rain. She didn't have an umbrella, so she's wet— wait… something's not quite right about her clothes.

She's wearing a summer school uniform that contained bits I've seen before, including the skirt she was complaining about in that live stream. The weird thing was how dry it was despite coming in from a downpour.

"Ah, Ichinomiya-kun! What a coincidence that a random house I chose to seek shelter from the rain that just so happens to be yours! What are the odds of that!"

I sensed she was saying that from a line she rehearsed. What are the chances of accidentally stumbling into my house that is in the middle of a densely populated neighbourhood in the opposite direction from the centre of Tokyo from her home? Was she actually waiting for heavy rain to happen since that day to do this act?

Sensing my unimpressed reaction, she said, "okay, okay. A mutual friend we both know, not revealing who, gave me your address."

I can't think of anyone but mom who would know that I'm living here, but does she even know her? I doubt it. However, I did write down my present address in a lot of places to be able to even have a clue other than them knowing me. With delivery courier as my job, remembering who among those frequently interacted is just hard.

Yanagi continued, "but what is true is that I do want to see your face. It's been a while that my… strange fantasies about you has eroded my memory of how you actually looked." Yanagi blushed and looked away at that unexpected pause.

Her looking away from me has drawn my eye attention to her breasts: they were a pair of perfect half-spheres that just drew my attention, even with the clothes over them. It's men's nature to be attracted to a pretty woman, who is right in front of me in my house on her own account, which is telling how much she likes me. However, I do not get the sexual excitement vibe from her at all.

Yanagi: "I know this is the part where you tell me to take off my wet clothes before I catch a cold, but as bizarre as I find it myself, I can't take them off, and both me and my clothes are already dry. It's the curse of being a transformed person, like that celebrity you may have heard about."

She's become one of those people who turned into a new human being who grew clothes on them like they are an extension of their skin. This meant they cannot be removed, but I'm more intrigued at how it resembled actual manufactured clothes for women that wouldn’t stand out, as opposed to a formless plain-coloured body rubber suit. Wait… that’s not office clothing.

Me: “Say, why does your outfit look like a summer school uniform? Everyone else has office clothes instead.”

I don’t know of any transformed person outside the Tokyo area to know of any other variations, but until I saw Nanami, I thought office attire was the only one.

Yanagi: “You have to look at what is the most common clothes women wear in daytime of a certain area: office clothes that are a bit on the formal side. As for why mine is a school uniform instead, and a summer variant specifically, I could only think of the town I grew up in the warm south. Women there wear so many different clothes that it made school uniforms being the highest number of similar clothes being worn, hence why it was chosen. Going by that theory, that makes everyone else we see growing up here in Tokyo, or other places where office clothes are commonly worn.“

If that’s the formula to determine what clothes gets worn, that would make people from my hometown to be school uniforms too. It has a number of prestigious schools, but I live at the border area where I feel more attached to the neighbouring town, so I don’t see those schools as being in my hometown. Their uniforms has the prestige look to it that are more suited to the colder weather of the far north. The town has many houses of high-income families who probably moved there because of the schools. The only low or medium income families like mine live at the outer edges as a result of someone’s crazy idea of drawing the border in the middle of residential areas instead of around them.

Me: "Say, if men were turned into what you are now, and you seeing no changes apart from your clothes being stuck on you, isn’t everyone female?"

Yanagi: "Yes and no. We appear female on the outside, but we are technically genderless as we have nothing between our legs. Sure it’s nice that I can’t be raped, but I cannot urinate either.”

I thought back to her live streams where she wore a face of needing the toilet that gets worse over time. But one day, she looked like she finally did it.

Me: “So how did you do it?”

Yanagi looked at me strangely. She hadn’t told me about the struggle of holding her bladder in past her tolerance as she has no ability to let it out, not even a leak.

Yanagi: “Well, it comes out of a new place that needs external suction power to work. There’s nothing I can do on my end as I have no muscle control over it. If I do have new reproductive organs at where my bladder comes out from, I shudder to think how…"

That last sentence made her mind go mush as arousal took over as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts sprang out from the confines of it. She never opened it wider to take it off. She then thrust her exposed breasts at my bare chest repeatedly as if desperate to compress them for some reason.

Me: "…what are you doing?"

Yanagi: “I don’t know. My body is trying to interact with another set of breasts it thinks you have. I can no longer think of men. If I tried, I’d only see other women-shaped people like me.”

Me: “So you’re saying that you can’t think of me in your dreams?”

But that can’t be right. She wouldn’t be in this state she is now, and here in my house on her own account without me having given my address to her prior to it.

Yanagi: “Well, I can remember you as you are, but if I tried thinking of sex with you, it gets turned into lesbian sex with some schoolgirl. I don’t know who she is, but it's always the same girl that replaces you in my imagination. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting much considering I am unable to sexually imagine men. Your replacement has a winter blazer uniform that is more similar to formal business outfit. I don’t know if the silky-smooth black pantyhose was part of it, but it’s the most distinguishing feature of her that I remembered. She struggles to interact with me with her slippery legs and a skirt that doesn’t allow her legs to get between me, but I do admire her forcing herself to try stretching her legs wider than what her skirt allows. The unbreakable nature of the clothes meant she need not worry about it tearing apart, but also can't break free of it.”

While vague in details, it is matching up my earlier theory of how people from my hometown would be dressed if transformed. Black pantyhose is the most commonly worn item among women wearing skirts there to keep their otherwise unprotected legs warm. They wear it like it’s a pair of socks, but going all the way up to her hips. I wonder if this girl that Yanagi described is actually my transformed counterpart? After all, she just told me she couldn’t dream of men but yet still desire me. I'd be worried if the clothes she described would be what I’ll actually be wearing if I get transformed. However, the level of coincidence is too high to be otherwise, considering that I never told her the specific town I’m from.

Me: "Hey, I noticed that you weren't moving your hips at all, and doing it while still sitting upright."

She stared at me, looking at my surroundings, then she looked down at her legs before looking back at me like she found herself in a weird pose after snapping out of a trance. Then she move back to lie on my couch.

Yanagi: "You're right. I didn't notice this myself. I thought I was on top of you because I swear it felt like sex to me, albeit a frustratingly unsatisfying one.“

We rested for a while. No sounds but the heavy rain outside was heard, which drowned out any other sounds. About a minute after we began resting, Yanagi's blouse buttoned up by themselves in violent way that there's no way she couldn't have not noticed, but I guess she wouldn’t if it’s a common occurrence to her.

Me: "Say, what is with your clothes? Just now, your blouse buttoned up themselves and, even earlier, you were completely dry despite coming in from a heavy downpour."

Yanagi: "The clothes want me to appear well dressed at all times, so they do whatever it takes to not let me deviate from that. There’s nothing stopping me from wearing anything else on top of it, but it can get uncomfortable or look awful, depending on the default clothing that appear. I got lucky with summer school clothing compared to those with office lady suits: I don't have additional layers of clothing or a tight skirt to worry about, and not noticeable if I wore anything, except dresses, over it."

She looked around and saw the desk mom would do her paperwork when she's here, that is also littered with feminine stuff on it. Yanagi seemed curious about the clothes rack nearby that contains my mom's old clothes from before she married that she left behind here, as well as more recent spare travel and business for emergencies. Those spare clothes never saw being used by her all these years.

Yanagi sniffed the clothes and looked around the rest of the house: it does give the impression of a couple instead of a family living here as this was mom’s old place before she got married with her stuff littered about with my stuff mixed in. I'm afraid it's looking like she could think that a girl owns this place and I’m just camping here when she’s not around.

Yanagi: "Say, do you cross-dress? These clothes seemed for a woman older than me, but has your body odour on them... These are your mother’s clothes? Hmm. Not sure how similar your mother’s scent is to yours.”

She was looking at me with a smug face. I was expecting an angry face instead.

Me: "Well…"

To tell you the truth I did wear them. Some were worn all day on days where I’m highly certain no one would come knocking on my door.

Yanagi: "Come on. I know all of my male relatives would want to wear female clothes. They would have it secretly stash female clothes somewhere, or would wear those of any females living in the same house. I’m half expecting my clothes back home in Fukuoka to have been worn by them.”

Me: "I can't help help it! They were just sitting there within reach not being worn. Mom only comes here on her way to the other side of the country or overseas. Even then, she never touched any of the spare clothes here..."

She kissed me out of nowhere. I can sense she has a burning desire for me that she could not hold it in.

Story 9 Part 2

2019-04-22T22:00:00.000+09:00

Ever since that news report about the male celebrity being turned into a young lady, I've never heard of any new reports of cases like her since. I think that report made me see more people dressed like her at the places I deliver my parcels to. I don't know if they could be wearing other kinds of clothing, with as yet unknown conditions determining it, or if it affects regular women too. However, with Tokyo itself having a lot of offices where all the foreign and local big companies set up their headquarters, as well as a large population travelling around, people in office attire are everywhere. It is one of the first things I noticed when I moved from Sapporo. Office clothing certainly won't stand out here, even far away from Marunouchi, Tokyo's financial district. Blend in I would say, as the towns surrounding Tokyo are where people working inside live at, covering a huge area with a large population. However, in a large population city, what may seem like everyone does not necessarily mean the majority of the population, which is a concept that blew my mind when I think about it.

There is no way I can tell a transformed person from a normal woman with their external appearances being so similar. There are situations, that I have seen myself, where these transformed people stick out like a sore thumb: a lady in office clothes doing chef things in a restaurant, doing construction work, or just simply the only one not wearing what other people with her wear. This confirms my suspicion that there may be more, but I can never be sure without checking up close in a way that would make them uncomfortable. Too much of a coincidence, but it does say somethings going on. These "sightings" are still as rare as seeing birds that you don't usually see.

Clothes that these people wear (or at least ones I know or stood out) are more akin to women's business style, but with colour schemes besides the usual black or white, it's more like a school uniform, but yet distinctively different when compared to an actual blazer uniform. As random as it seems, they usually compliment each other and never in colours or patterns I would consider awful, like neon pink camouflage pattern.

Speaking of awful clothes, I notice as of late, women wearing mismatching clothes over their smart clothes, as if they didn't notice that they already had smart clothes on in the first place. A recipient in an apartment I made my delivery rounds to this time is one such person.

Her name is Yanagi Hayashi, according to the name on the package I'm delivering from a shopping site overseas. I would also be picking up another overseas destination from her too.

I rang on the doorbell, but there was no response after waiting for a while. I would take it that she isn't home, but I heard something along the lines of "come on in, I would like to come to you, but I can't get out of my bed". I nervously opened the door, revealing the inside to have a mess of stuff laid all over the floor with typical girl stuff. In one of the rooms she had left the door open, I could see a desktop PC set up for gaming, but also has cameras pointing to where she would sit to use it. Items that would be visible in the background of the cameras are tidied up too, a stark contrast to the rest of the house.

I see the packages she wants to deliver placed on the dining table. Looking around to find where Yanagi is, I saw her in a bed that was unusually located in the living room. The living room has all of the bedroom things and none of the living room, which I would only see in a smaller apartment unit and not one as big as hers. The only TV in the house is a small one mounted close to the dining table like a picture frame.

The woman in the bed was in her jogging outfit wearing a blank expression. Her arms and legs were pointed upwards, swinging left and right like she's hoping to turn her body in any random sideways direction, but her torso staying immobile despite her efforts. What is she doing? Exercising?

"Oh, I'm sorry you had to see me like this. The truth is, I have been struggling to get out of bed. I feel like a a piece of paper with paperweight on me, but I don't see anything holding me down. Could you help me get up and bring me to the table? I need to do a final inspection on the packages.", she requested, pointing to the table with the packages I saw earlier. She seemed embarrassed to ask me to do a simple task she could do on her own.

There's a problem with this for me: she's a woman, and I never touched a woman that isn't my mother. I have never been so up close to a woman in a long time either, and certainly not one with a body that looks like a model in a magazine if she wasn't wearing unappealing jogging outfit over it.

She noticed my hesitation and said, "look, I know you feel uneasy about touching an unknown woman's body, but I seriously can't get up by myself without feeling like I did a marathon, and I don't know anyone that could come help me in a moment's notice. I'll move my legs over the edge of the bed so I'll be standing when you pull me up."

I had my arms over her top and bottom just to see how heavy she is. Unexpectedly, the top of her body is quite heavy. I'm no exercise maniac, but it felt like carrying weights at the gym. Her bottom feels fairly normal, so I felt the weird uneven distribution of weight. She doesn't seem obese, pretty average in fact, so how is it possible that she is this heavy? I managed to get her back off the bed by pulling her up with her arms. At this point, I noticed her wearing a blouse with a tie under her top, and something stuffed inside her jogging pants. Why would she be wearing that under her jogging outfit to bed? Even I don't wear a dress shirt to bed on cold days.

"Ah, finally. It feels great to be standing again. I didn't have this issue until recently, but I didn't do anything different from my routine. Could you bring me to the table?" she said, pointing to the dining table with parcels on it.

She held my hand as we walked to the table, fearing that she could fall from the unfamiliar new sense of balance. I could see the top of her blouse and necktie she had under her outfit at this point. She was visibly trying to find her balance that she wasn't used to, as well as exerting energy to keep herself standing or else her knees would collapse and would face a harder time getting back up while facing down on the floor. I had to help her with this so she would use up less of her energy. I heard her mumble to herself, "something doesn't feel right with my breasts", wearing a confused look. I couldn't tell with her loose-fit jogging clothes.

I lowered her down to a chair at the table. I gave her the package, and took the ones she wants to deliver as we did the paper work. However, the name on the package she's sending out has the name "Park Yeong" instead. She noticed my confusion.

"Ah, yes. Park Yeong is my real name. My great grandparents moved to Japan from Korea when they were young, though never met until later on. They remained in Japan because of uncertainties with the Korean war that technically still hasn't ended as of today. I used the name Yanagi Hayashi as that's how my name in kanji would be read. Overseas online stores only accept Latin characters, who do not see the Japanese and Korean readings of my name in kanji as the same. Using a name different than what is on my payment card complicates customer support, with the name on the card based on the Japanese reading of the name registered with the bank. I don't want to complicate things with the situation at the bank. I have heard of stories form foreigners staying in Japan having a problem because of different ways to put their name in the system, which has a limited number of characters that aren't long enough to put their name in full, resulting in conflicts with just a few character difference of another system they may have registered with."

I got lost. It sounded like rapid talk with a lot of words I don't normally hear.

"Never mind what I said. Just call me Yanagi... Say, would you like to hang out with me sometime? My relatives live near Fukuoka city, so I can't exactly call them all the way from there just to get me up like earlier. You can have my contact details to talk to later. I've held you back long enough, so you can go."

Hold on. She's asking me to hang out with her? I never had friends, let alone a girlfriend. I do feel pity on her using up more muscles than normal just to move herself around, and I feel lonely living alone, so that could work out.

Today is a good day for me.

*****

(Back at the Hayashi residence)

"Whew. Now I can finally move around as long as I don't get back in bed", Yanagi said to herself.

She wanted to ask the deliveryman to help her bring her to the toilet, as she has been stuck in her bed for hours, but she couldn't bring the courage to ask him that. She eventually made to the toilet on her own, but discovered something she did not expect to see: she was wearing a tartan-patterned pleated skirt under her jogging pants.

"Why am I wearing a skirt under my jogging pants? Sure I do wear skirts when I stream sometimes, but I certainly don't wear anything over one," she pondered, referencing her main source of income of playing video games while streaming to her wide audience online. She normally has an overlay of herself over in the corner of the gameplay she plays.

She pushed it aside as she sat down to pee, except nothing happened as she couldn't locate the muscles to be able to do that. Puzzled, she felt the area where it's supposed to come out from, only to find nothing but smooth flat skin like she never had it. Fearing the worst from what she heard in the news, she took off the rest of her jogging clothes to find a short-sleeved blouse and a tie with sleeveless vest over it. The whole set made her appear to be wearing a summer school uniform.

"NO NO NO NO! Ahhhh!!! I've become one of them! Why me? I never thought it would happen to me, not this soon."

While she could remove her vest and tie, her pleated skirt appears to be welded to her hips. Limitations with how much she could open her blouse meant that she can't open it sufficiently enough to get her arms out to be able to get it off. Her blouse would button up by itself if areas underneath the blouse was not touched or properly buttoned up for over a minute. If the tie or ribbon was part of the set, and was removed without being replaced with another, that would come flying from where they were and back on her. The remaining removable clothes would reappear only if what she was already wearing being insufficient to keep warm. The problem with this for Yanagi is that her clothing set is designed for the warmer summer weather, which would do little to keep her warm should that get activated.

Yanagi noted that she could be well-dressed in public like this while still being technically naked. Nothings stopping her from wearing manufactured clothes over these, but quite limited on what she could wear without being uncomfortable or looking awful under or over her skirt.

She noted that when Ichinomiya was holding her hand earlier, senses she felt from her breasts was totally different: she could keep her back straight and move around like she doesn't have breasts. She held them just to make sure she still had them, which gave her a sad reminder that she no longer had the ability to have sex to reproduce with her bottom. To console herself with this sad new reality, she imagined how it could have been like if she could do it with Ichinomiya as she rubbed her breasts, being the only feature on her otherwise feature-less body. The longer she did this thinking of him, an unusual instinct started developing from within where she entered a strange dream.

In the dream, she was being intimate with another woman in her house, whose face Yanagi couldn't register. Yanagi was wearing the same clothes she had on, and the other woman wore clothes that gave the impression of attending prestigious school where snow is frequent. Both were seated on her bed feeling lustful to each other, never questioning who the other woman was or why she was there. Without a word, they mutually unbuttoned their blouses just enough to have their breasts exposed and make contact. Yanagi made the first move to use her breasts to compress the other's, as the other woman laid there surrendered to Yanagi to let her do that against hers. The feeling of doing this was the most amazing thing she felt.

Yanagi had no clue as to what she just did, who this unknown woman was, why she was in her house, or Yanagi herself getting intimate with her. She tried to focus as to remove the fog over who this mysterious woman was: it was Ichinomiya, her new boyfriend but with a woman's body... WHAT?!

This revelation snapped her out of her dream in horror, breathing heavily. She couldn't believe she had a strange dream of doing lesbian things. She has zero interest in being homosexual or having a relationship with another woman, but having the face of the man she fell in love with on that woman's body made her even more confused about her own orientation, or why she had that weird imagination. It did seem like a insert-face-of-someone-here situation, with Ichinomiya's face being the only person she has interacted with recently. Other interactions were faceless text chats with family or her gaming streaming channel.

Yanagi is conflicted as to reveal to Ichinomiya that she had just been transformed. Would he accept her? Would he want to break up? Since she looked and sounded the same as before, she could hold back on revealing, but her strange toilet needs and clothing stuck on her can be tricky to hide from when he's with her.

*****

Author's note: This is a work of fiction.

Story 9 Part 1

2019-04-05T02:18:00.000+09:00

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. This story does not take place in the same world as my earlier stories.

*****

I awoke finding myself breathing heavily. I had a dream where I was helplessly falling from the sky and hit the ground of the courtyard next to my apartment, which woke me up. The details as to where I fell from or why I was falling escaped me faded away the more awake I felt.

My name is Ichinomiya. I live by myself in a house that is as average you can get in the middle of Tokyo. This house belonged to mum before she married dad and moved to Sapporo, where I grew up, but mum never sold the house. She drops by if she has some business here or further west of the country. She does come here to use the Tokyo airports to travel out of the country if she can't book a direct flight from Sapporo, which only has flights to cities of surrounding countries.

I moved here from Tokyo for university studies after high school. I wouldn't say I did well, but I stayed on as I know that there are better job opportunities than back in Sapporo. I worked as a deliveryman, not the kind of job you'd be proud to announce to everyone, but at least it's better than my last job. I don't want to indulge in the details of what it was, but the amount of standing at the same spot all day just bores me.

As to what I do on a typical working day, I would head to the office to start the day, collecting the things to deliver. As to what exactly I'm delivering, I wouldn't know what it is apart from what is printed on the packaging or in my company's database, which can be vague or incorrect. Only ones that stand out are those requiring special handling. By that, it can just mean handling delicately, or handle normally but be aware should the contents inside leak.

Among the places I deliver to, private hospitals or research labs have the most interesting-looking delivery places. Most of the items marked as requiring special care, that isn't fragile, would usually be delivered to these kinds of places, or be picked up from there. Without knowing what exactly I'm delivering, I can only guess medicine research that the general public would never hear the results of, or resulting in the many tried-but-failed attempts to improve something that can be as sensitive as the small variances in conditions.

The rest of the special handling goods are usually addressed to offices or shops, but what had me leaving puzzled were residential address among them. I couldn't tell from the address until I looked up on the map to deliver, though some areas are mixed enough to be hard to tell. I hope they know what they are doing with this that's special enough to be marked as special handling, because I can't tell what goes on inside from the front door.

*****

One night, somethings odd has been reported in the news. A middle-aged male celebrity had randomly turned into a young office lady in the middle of an entertainment show recording in front of everyone, including the audience and other celebrities. Her new office clothes appeared over the t-shirt and beach shorts she was wearing. This was the first publicly known transformation.

Nobody thought about examining her further at first until she complained that she couldn't take off her clothes, which forced her to shower with her clothes on and feeling horrible from having wet clothes on her. She also complained that she was unable to use the toilet as no matter how hard she tried to relief herself, her body just simply refused to respond. Her full bladder was a mental torture to be able to think or do anything but lie down in agony. She was very confused as to what to do until she called for the doctor.

At the hospital, doctors found something strange about the celebrity's transformed body when they tried to take off her clothes to put her in the hospital gown: all but her blouse and skirt could be taken off or cut away, as if these are infused as part of her body. Her skirt was missing fasteners and only loose enough to tuck her blouse in and out. The buttons on the blouse are strangely on the opposite side (same side as dress shirts for men), and could open only as much as exposing her front, not allowing space to pull out her arm.

Doctors first examined her bottom. They discovered she has nothing but skin indistinguishable from the surrounding area at where her bladder outlet should be, like a skin-covered mannequin. This confused the doctors, as they saw no possible way for anything to leave her body except back through her nose and mouth, so they contacted their higher ups as to what to do.

Seemingly as if their higher ups were familiar with the situation, they suggested the suction machine that had just arrived from headquarters. They don't see how that would work, but saw no alternative beside operation. They pulled it out and placed the cups over her breasts. Immediately, the girl felt relieved as her bladder left her body, like a burdern she had for so long finally gone. To tell that emptying is complete, bladder is replaced with breast milk. The machine would detect this milk and stop automatically, though it can be stopped anytime before that. Doctors had a sigh of relief that their problem was solved, but yet confused at how aything that just happened was even possible.

The celebrity was happy with the help of her unusual situation, but was sad to find out that she can't do it on her own without that machine. To this day, she is still a celebrity, but not quite the same as she was.

However, the celebrity wasn't the first person to be transformed. The higher ups the doctors contacted were conducting experiments on people at their secret facility that produced the same results, but with variations on what clothes appear on them. The higher ups didn't know how that celebrity changed when they made sure it was well guarded and no leaking of infomation or samples, but little did they know that it was spreading through ways they never thought of.

Interest in Cryptocurrencies

2018-04-14T00:20:00.000+09:00

You may have noticed that, seemingly out of nowhere, I have been talking about cryptocurrencies as of late. Have I caught on the masses when the value of Bitcoin jumped from 3 digits to 5 digits against the US dollar back around November/December? In a way, yes.

You see, I'm not new to Bitcoin. I've known about it as far back as 2010 where anyone could mine with just a laptop CPU. I've minned quite a bit myself, spread across multiple PCs for the same mining pool. Did try solo mining, but that didn't work. Don't recall how much I have mined, but it was less than 1BTC total.

What I did back then was to have Bitcoin-qt (Bitcoin Core now) across multiple PCs I had back then. I don't remember which wallet associated with each had bitcoins on them, or where I had transfered some to, but I do recall transfering between my wallets and some place that held bitcoin. Not sure if those inter-transfers included gathering all of the bitcoins I had into one wallet file and stored it somewhere that wasn't affected by the failure of the aofrementioned PCs.

But here's why I've gone quiet about them between 2011 and now. The fiasco surrounding Mt. Gotx (forgot what it was), and problems with the mining pool I used (it used an account and not credited to BTC address automatically) meant that I lost quite a bit of bitcoins. Hard to pinpoint when exactly this happened, but GPU-based mining was only just picking up. (Let's not even talk about ASIC mining)

By the time the recent interest by the masses happened, that <1BTC that I salvaged is worth quite a significant amount. An amount that was once worth several train trips is now enough for a few aeroplane flights around the world (as of a few months ago). Since I have no income, and not much cash in the bank, this is pratically emergency cash.

But what's the point if I don't have the means to do turn that into cash I can use? Well, I found a place, but after looking around for a place and getting past some identity verification checks, the value of Bitcoin has dropped quite a bit. However, historically speaking, despite the fluctuations, the average value of Bitcoin is steadly increasing. From what I know, this can be attributed by fewer new Bitcoin left to mine, and people wouldn't be mining with expensive machines and paying high eletricity bills if the value of Bitcoin isn't worth their investment.

Will I invest into cryptocurrency with real money? Probably would as a means to grow my money since my bank offer rubbish rates with annual interest but not right now as I have no income. Keep in mind that what I already have is from CPU mining years ago when it was worth less, before the difficulity level shot up. Back then, I saw Bitcoin more as something more like store membership points: not that useful in where to use it, unable to change them for "real" money, but you gather them anyway. Never did I see it as a digital equlivent as gold, but come to think of it, it's more accessable to buy than actual gold, and a lot easier to get started than the stock market.

It's starting to look like a universal currency, more universal than the Euro is. It's also handy for people who are at risk of their home currency to rapid inflation, or refugees being able to bring along what they would have otherwise left behind or having their entire savings lost to robbery en route.

What about altcoins?

This happened when I saw at the place to cash out on Bitcoin. By this time, I have heard of Dogecoin (DOGE), and saw a video by EEvBlog (a YouTube channel I am subscribed to relating to eletronic hardware) tearing down a hardware wallet mentioning it supporting Ethereum (ETH). I've also sometimes confused Bitcoin (BTC) with Bitcoin Cash (BCH) and took me a while to realise it's a seperate cryptocurrency.

Digging further into what Bitcoin Cash is, it's actually forked from Bitcoin on 1st August 2017. Everyone who had Bitcoin at that time gets the same amount in BTC as BCH, if certain steps were done. (The value to trade between the two to fiat/crypto was the same at the fork, but diverged significantly since.) There are several others forked from Bitcoin where there are forked coins to claim, but, except for BCH, aren't accepted by the place to cash out.

This was where I discovered that you could exchange one crypto coin to another. With this (and wallet app supporting a bunch of different crypto I didn't use), I could add Bitcoin Gold (BTG) to cash out forked coins. It's also where I can excahnge all the other cryptocurrencies I mentioned earlier (BTC/BCH/ETH) for less from not going through the extra exchange fees from transfering to there, sell them for fiat money, buy a different cryptocurrency with it, and then transfering it out because keeping it there isn't recomended.

Also, good thing I looked around as the very first cryptocurrency exchanger I looked at (which I found to be quite cool) has quite a lot of negative reviews, from lost coins, to being charged fees higher than what was offered.

728th post: Fixing some broken links

2018-03-16T03:02:00.004+09:00

As mentioned in my last post, the links to the e-book versions (epub, mobi, PDF) of the stories I post here were broken as Dropbox (where the files are hosted) has changed how publicly-shared files work. I have since fixed this issue.

I'm aware that the files of the restored links are dated 2014/2015, but since no new modifications were made, those are still considered the latest version.

I have also updated Getting Around Tokyo page to include additional infomation on using Suica with an iPhone that was launced recently that may appeal to you guys who may want to carry less cards, or want to use less cash. P.S. You can do the card transfer outside Japan.

The last thing that I have yet to update is the FAQ page. I've ran out of time after updating the other stuff. Not sure what I'll update there, but that section about my PC specs is certainly out of date.

727th post: New Blog layout

2018-02-24T21:03:00.003+09:00

These days, I spent more of my time on twitter, so this blog has been neglected. But as the link to this blog is the most prominent thing, the increasingly dated blog layout has been bothering me. I've updated my blog to the new layout.

What elements on the interwebs has affected this blog since then?

How public links on Dropbox/OneDrive work: Public folders has discontinued and has become a regular folder. Instead, a specific file/folder has to be specified to share publicly. That means links to my stories in e-book format may not work.
Photobucket disallowing off-site linking: You may have heard of this one. It is still technically possible, but that requires upgrading the account to a certain paid tier. People find that even the lowest tier that allows this can be too much.

What about the links to my other blogs? Well, those have been more neglected than this one. So those has to go as part of improving the blog layout.

Seriously, it's too much to manage on my own.

Known pages containing outdated info:

FAQ Q16: I have a gaming-capable desktop PC now, and some older ones no longer work
FAQ Q17: iOS 11.2.6 is the latest as of the time of writing this.
FAQ Q21: Paypal widget is kind of buggy, so I removed it. However, the email address for sending via paypal is unchanged. You can send me in any currency, but USD is the most preferred. You can send me Bitcoin, if you would like to use another method, so send it to ~~1Le2r2mq4b1BDoynuhgAJerHXMhdrDFtMD~~ 1JAuQ5C66PZwTiuHb8rXfCVxZrSG6URTLq
Getting Around Tokyo 1: Sales tax has increased, so the fares reflected there is outdated. It was 5% back then, and 8% today, but 10% is being planned. You can calculate the new fares from that, but keep in mind that since 10 yen coins are the lowest denomination, cash payment is rounded up to the closest 10 yen.
Getting Around Tokyo 2: JR East and Apple has introduced Suica with iPhone's Apple Pay since the iPhone 8 and iPhone X (iPhone 7 in the Japanese market). As long as where you are paying accepts the regular Suica, the virtural Suica would work. Ticket machines (in JR East stations, at least) has been upgraded to let you add value to it via cash. Alternate option is to pay by any debit or credit card you have added to Apple Pay of the same device (subject to charges by your bank).

3rd April 2018 edit: Changed the BTC address from one that begins with 1L to 1J. Do not send to the old one as I am discontinuing it.

726th post: PC Issues

2017-01-31T03:10:00.000+09:00

A bit of a background: I have two desktop PCs from around 2009. A Dell and a Lenovo. These aren't exactly great as they were acquired used and appeared to be used office PCs. The Dell was used as a family PC upgraded with a low-end graphics card in 2014, whereas the Lenovo was just sitting around not being used other than as somewhere to store copies of files from elsewhere.

There are also two laptops from 2008 and 2011 that have since become impractical to use. Apart from RAM, hard drive of one of them, and some lithium-ion cells from the battery back (may have mentioned it when I talk about power banks), none of the remaining parts are reusable.

Since around August 2016, the Dell desktop PC failed. Initially, I thought it was just the capacitors as a few on the motherboard were leaking, but (after waiting weeks for parts to arrive) that didn't work. Hadn't touched it since, other than transferring usable parts to the Lenovo PC. These were the graphics card mentioned above, RAM, and SSD. HDD had clicking sounds, and it already has an optical drive.

So, this meant that apart from a 2012 MacBook Pro, and now a slightly upgraded 2009 Lenovo desktop PC (not as powerful as the Dell to play recent games with), I don't feel easy having only a non-Windows laptop and, and a desktop PC that is considered old.

Only just recently, the HDD of the Lenovo failed when it too had that dreaded clicking sound. It didn't matter as I was thinking of reinstalling the operating system on the SSD, which I didn't do when transferring stuff from the Dell PC and already have copies of the files elsewhere.

There were early symptoms that the drive was failing, from slow read/write speeds, to very loud drive activity. As someone who has used PCs since the 1990s used to loud noises from PCs and even slower loading times, I never thought anything was wrong about that. With what I saw on the motherboard of this one at the same time as the Dell PC, my initial thought was bad capacitors as that can have the same symptoms. This turned out to not be the case.

This situation did leave me with a sense of insecurity. Those expended capacitors on the only PC hardware I have running Windows are a concern as who knows when they will go. With the things I do, I need a Windows PC. Can't do much with the MacBook Pro, and certainly not a tablet PC that is useless to me as a day-to-day device. I'm not that kind of person that uses a PC just for emails before smartphones and tablet PCs as we know today came to picture.

Long story short, I need a new desktop PC. Since I also need to replace the PS3 as something to play new games on, it has to be a new custom-built mid or high end PC. I could just grab any old PC or console from a place that sells them used, but there is a limit to what you can get away used. Used PCs generally aren't designed for playing the latest games, or anything with the specs of one released within the past 5 years. As for not getting a used PS4, it is already in its 4th year since release (PS3 was supported for 8 years), and if using the PS3 was telling anything, I'm kind of fed up with the lack of backward compatibility and endless updates that don't happen in the background is driving me crazy.

725th post: Annoying power bank

2017-01-03T01:55:00.002+09:00

(A short quick post here when I realized it was getting too long while writing series of tweets.)

Just bought another power bank case without cells as replacement of my oldest power bank with 4 cells, but the next oldest that is still working (2 cells) has proven to be more annoying to use these days. I have opened it up before and know it uses two li-ion 18650 cells. The same cells used in laptops with removable battery and Tesla cars.

Part of the case comes off on removing charging cable on the USB micro-B end. On output end (USB standard-A), some plugs are either too loose or huge to fit it in properly without a pass through device like a USB charge doctor, which in itself adds to the bulk and consumes more power.

I thought its "discreet charge indicators" was neat, but proved annoying to tell if charging when looking at the opposite side. The wordings on it has faded away, so you can't tell which side the indicators are at as the design looks similar on both ends.

Even more annoying, the indicators are a series of 3 blue LEDs. What the indicators are fairly easy to understand, but:

3 indicators means more ambiguity of its actual charge than those with more
Blue, the colour it uses, is one of the hardest LED colours for me to be able to see. The other being white.
The jump between solid 1 flashing 1, and solid 2 flashing 1, (all 3 solid while charging means fully charged) is a lot quicker than flashing 1 to solid 1 flashing 1. This made me doubt that one light represents a third of total capacity. This is a lot more noticeable when charging via my solar panels, if I could see the indicator.

Well, like I said earlier, this thing is my second oldest power bank still in use, so some of the problems I mentioned could possible be due to usage over time. Circuitry inside probably wasn't properly calibrated.

It also felt like it wasn't holding as much charge as it did when new, but no way of telling without being able to measure capacity. Owing to the way the cells are wired up inside (welded to a metal strip connected together), measuring the cells means a one-way disassembly, unless I feel like soldering the joints with wires, if that's possible.

The new (empty) power bank case is able to hold 5 cells. There could be a lot of empty space. Can't combine both old power banks without leaving out 1 behind since there aren't at least 6 slots. Without knowing the capacity at this moment, I can't say that I could just fill in the the blanks from elsewhere.

Short story: The Amnesia That Nobody Noticed

2016-11-24T23:28:00.002+09:00

[Author's note: Perhaps I need to think of writing stories that is outside the same world that story 1-4 and 6-8 takes place in to get a fresh perspective. Short stories are where I have some ideas to write down, but not enough to turn it into a series.]

I live in a small town, built around a large round lake. The people here know each other well. Perhaps too well that most know me by name.

This town really has nothing in terms of leisure. I was kind of surprised when a classmate told me about bringing me to a coffee shop. To my dismay, it was just a vending machine at a bus stop.

As for traditions, it's tough. I don't want to do it, but I'm expected to due to my family line. Dad is the mayor of this small ~~boring~~ town, so the stress is even higher for those who recognized me as the mayor's child.

AH! I WANT TO MOVE OUT OF THIS PLACE!

...

Morning came, but there was something odd about how my grandma and little sister reacted to me. (Dad went to the town hall early, mom passed away years ago) They told me that I was behaving like I had amnesia and didn't even know who I was.

...huh? Yesterday?

The date today I see everywhere suggested that the "yesterday" I recalled was two days ago, not the previous day. That can't be right.

Since then, the days where I seemed to skipped days happens randomly. It's like I had a comma, but, apart from the unusual behavior, people that knew me did saw me as usual on those days. My little sister got weirded out when she saw me touching myself as she was waking me up on days I seem to fall into a comma.

This is getting weird.

723rd post: Ongoing DDoS attacks

2016-10-22T05:18:00.002+09:00

Many US-based servers are currently apparently having denial of service attacks, which includes Twitter.

I have never seen it down for this long before. I don't know what is going on.

Here's a news article in greater detail: USA Today

722nd post: Fixing an old motherboard

2016-10-04T03:28:00.001+09:00

Wondering what happened? Well, you wouldn't have noticed anything out of the ordinary if you have been following me on Twitter, but I need to take my mind off things from the stress of finding jobs. (Still not successful about it, if you are wondering.) This meant I stayed away from anything that required a lot of thinking. As of the time of writing this, I do not have any new content to publish.

Also, legitimised my Minecraft copy and hopped onto a multiplayer server, which meant a lot of time spent away on it like any new game I purchased with an interest in. How long have I played Minecraft? No idea, but looking at changelogs, I'm pretty certain it was before release v1.2 (released March 2012) where hoppers and redstone lamps weren't a thing.

So enough about that, and on to what I want to talk about.

Now that I'm in the mood to do some soldering, might as well replace these bad capacitors. Need to remove the whole motherboard. pic.twitter.com/MflbyZo8pt
— Haruka ハルカハシ (@takhsiru) 2016年9月20日

These round metal things with purple markings are apparently capacitors too. They don't exactly look good. pic.twitter.com/KMSyXf61eh
— Haruka ハルカハシ (@takhsiru) 2016年10月2日

In early August, one of the PCs failed to boot up. Shortly before it happened, it restarted randomly without warning, so that's a sign it's something to do with the hardware, which turned out to be the capacitors.

I knew what the problem was, but I didn't know about the kinds of capacitors or soldering, so I thought about sending it to a repair shop. What held me back is my savings being so low that I deemed it as not important or urgent unless my parents were to help me. Financially at the very least. (As time told me, they didn't)

Then, something happened. Something as insignificant as wires inside a car cigarette socket to alligator clips, that I never used since ordering, fell off. No way I could put the wires back without soldering. Certainly not with cellophane tape either. When thinking of what else I could do with a soldering iron, I remembered the bad capacitors.

I looked up at how to solder and identifying bad capacitors after ordering a set. This is when I found out why it happened could be due to age as year printed on the board suggested it was made about 10 years ago. But it also falls within the range of time when there were a lot of bad capacitors going off, so I'm not sure which exactly.

Recently, just as replacement capacitors and soldering set arrives, I found out that there are even more bad capacitors with less obvious signs of failure on this board. Found more on another desktop PC that is still working, but showed unusually high amounts of heat generated for something that wasn't CPU intensive. Just as I thought I found them all, it turned out that there were ten more capacitors in a different form factor that could have failed.

More problems right after the other... Hope there are not more issues that I hadn't found yet.

Yononana no Okugi (Part 7)

2016-07-07T23:30:00.000+09:00

It was getting cloudy when I left school, where darker clouds appear to be in the direction of where I live. While the station I am at is underground, most stations on the line are not. At where I would be alighting, there's practically no shelter between platform and home as the station ticket concourse is the only sheltered area along that stretch of the road. I'm guessing it would be raining heavily with winds over there, so it seems unlikely I'll get home dry.

Getting to the train platform took a lot longer than usual as my thinking ability was hindered by the newly acquired persistent feeling as I thought about directions to the right platform. It's not painful or like a headache, but more like the body wanting something it doesn't have.

The station is massive as many lines intersect here. There are no escalators, but thankfully I don't have to lift up my leg much to climb up every morning. Elevators are available, but are inconveniently located further away than the stairs at the ticket concourse level.

There are a mix of people in either school or office uniforms at the platforms, though it doesn't necessarily mean those wearing one isn't another. There are conditions that prevents them from wearing the other set for school or work, or to impersonate as a member that they are not a part of. Many working people would wear the school uniforms just to get away from the movement-restricting skirt of the office uniform that is so tight that cycling is almost impossible. Allowed skirt length varies by the length of her legs, but generally up to mid-thigh while sitting at shortest, and a little above the knees when standing at longest. For amputees, length would be based on when she still had legs.

Along the platform, there are worn out markings to indicate stopping points for "Women only" carriages. Kind of pointless as we became a single-gendered human species today. Most stations are like relics of a different era as signs are usually not changed unless information on them needs to be updated, but all station buildings are still kept maintained.

The train I boarded had few available seats, but few standing passengers. A pretty normal sight for this time of the day as students would be returning, but not quite yet for the end of working hours. I managed to find a place to seat in an area where there aren't anyone standing.

As the train carriage vibrates as it moves, it becomes quite a sight to see everyone's breasts wobbling at the same time, where intensity depends on the vibration of the carriage. We can't do anything about this as we are prevented from having it restrained or hidden from view, even though people don't like it.

Speaking of the breasts, I observed that many on this train with the largest bust size are students or workers of Mizuho Academy, the school that my student council president mentioned earlier. It forms the skyline of this city with their tall futuristic buildings, where it easily overshadows the buildings of this city. Mizuho Academy is technically part of my city, but at the same time, appears to be like a bordering self-sustainable city state of the future. It is pretty obvious that the average heights of those buildings are taller than the world's tallest buildings we know of, but everyone pretends the campus doesn't exist for some reason, and I can't seem to raise this glaringly obvious oversight anywhere. As a matter of fact, nobody knows what goes on inside. The general public is free to visit as they please, but ones that did went there aren't willing to share what they saw. It gives me an impression of a military base where there are secrets going on with non-disclosure agreements if they let you into it. Just what is going on in there?!

Wait a minute. Kotani Sakae, my student council president, mentioned she was wearing a Mizuho uniform that looks like ours. Thinking about it, she does appear to have the same body measurements as these Mizhuho girls, but how different is it from our uniform? Does it have special technologies built into it? She didn't demonstrate any special features, apart from not going crazy from seeing pre-evolution men.

Part 6 | Part 8

Yononaka no Okugi (Part 6)

2016-04-29T06:42:00.004+09:00

I thought about what happened with the student council and the tour of the school's disused sports facilities. I didn't understand why things were the way they were.

The sight of a group photo of males earlier, even if if it was brief, was sufficient to trigger a new unfamiliar feeling inside me that heavily affected my ability to concentrate. Hitoshi pointed out the rate of increase of intensity is based on how long I have visually seen males, multiplied by the number of them, and add that on top of any preexisting amounts I had prior to that. Whether I saw them in person, which is unlikely in this world, or through a medium, does not make any difference. If I had seen a page that had three separate photos of men for five seconds, the increase in intensity is the same as seeing one man for fifteen seconds.

The problem here is that I saw multiple images of an all-male a baseball team pasted onto the ceiling that I saw by accident when I happened to look in that direction after tripping over the clothes I was trying to wear. The largest I saw were two group photos of about fifteen people each. Being how good-looking I found them to be, and never seen males in my life before, I simply stared at those photos for a good thirty seconds before Hitoshi realized that there were photos up there and covered my eyes. Even though it was only thirty seconds, the number of men I saw meant I received at least fifteen minutes worth. Likely more as there there were smaller ones around it. It's difficult to say without looking, which is something we should be avoiding, but the student council was certain that no members were absent on the days the group photo was taken.

Receiving 15 minutes worth is a lot more than anyone who could have stumbled upon images of men by accident, let alone in a day for me, but it is nowhere near the highest ever recorded. I wouldn't want to think what it is like living with it.

As much as I would like to take the taxi or the bus, the layout around the school and my residence meant that waling to and from the train station is the most convenient way for both ends. Well, a taxi could drive up to those places, but finding one without heading to the train station is hard, and it is as good as taking the train if I am already at the train station. I would like to cycle, but the route is full of narrow streets with hilly terrain and blind spots, and I'm not exactly in the mental condition to watch out for dangers.

Getting home now with this newly acquired mental state is a torture. The last thing I would want right now is noticing other people and talking to them.

Part 5 | Part 7

Author's note: I apologize for not having any new content since December 2015, October 2014 for stories other than story 8 (the special that got split off to be a story on its own), and April 2014 (!) for the last story 7 content. So many things are happening in my life, time seem to fly by quickly, and I was focusing on finding a full-time job that I hadn't succeeded so far. It's hard to come up with content when your focus is mainly on finding a job that takes up so much time of the day, plus eating and sleeping, that you have little time for other things, and it takes a long time to even come up with an idea. Take a look at my Twitter in case you are wondering if I'm still alive. Savings has dried up, and I'm on what is left of my emergency money that was strictly spent on necessities. I guess I should start looking for jobs in a different field. It's been way too long since I received my most recent certification and harder to explain the time gap.

Post-Evolution World Report 6 - Mismatching Instincts

2015-12-26T00:57:00.000+09:00

From the perspective of an outsider, one may notice that the humans of our world are full of irresistibly attractive and well-mannered women. To us, however, this is a nightmare that gave us instincts of a man, but with the external expression of a well-mannered lady that matches with our appearance. Any behavior we attempt to express that isn't like the latter would get changed to the closest possible. This means that we have no restrictions to how we could think, but why do we even have such a restriction on our external behavior? How can it translate all of our attempted non lady-like behavior into one that is instantaneously? I am thinking that the well mannered lady we are forced to express are probably the only ones our body is capable of, where anger is strangely omitted. If this were the case, it should have ignored the disallowed behavior instead of trying to closely match what we could. Perhaps something in-between that is like the computer equivalent of a compiler, where it analyzes what we are trying to express and how to best fit into what we could. The positive side of this is that we don't see anyone airing their frustration (because no one can), which in turn helps us feeling less stress from other people's anger.

Without male influence and related materials, there is absolutely nothing left to influence the minds of former males but to lean towards the female behavior that could only be expressed. I am afraid to say that the former males would eventually think and behave like well mannered ladies over time, where they would simply give up on expressions that they can't express, and naturally adapt to the ones they could, as a way to reduce frustration. Even as simple as sitting on a chair is met with forced behavior, like not able to cross arms, or having legs forced together and tucked underneath the chair when wanting to stretch legs wide apart out front. Eventually, we sit with our legs together on our own and not dare to do otherwise.

In other words, males are subconsciously forced to adapt female behavior that are so subtle that even those resistant to the change do not notice it themselves. As for the former females, we observed much more adaptable to change, though this could partly be attributed to the similarities between female and the new gender versus that with males. We did, however, noticed that they too adapted the male instinct, but already used to behaving like female to not notice their behavior being forced.

Now that evolution has caused both former males and females adapt the same things that are indistinguishable from each other, we humans have evolved into a single-gendered species that nobody wished for, and have to suffer to keep living.

However, our male attraction instincts was amplified instead of disabled, and our female appearance more attractive to male minds, as if to counter our pre-evolution difficulty of finding a partner and declining birth rate. This is bad news since we possess both, which leads to an awkward situation that causes us to blush whenever we see anyone, irregardless of the seriousness of the encounter that questions us if we are still straight, or gone homosexual: our male instincts remained unchanged to be attracted to females, but the problem here is that our bodies are shaped like the kind of females we are attracted to, with our feminine voice and forced female mannerism confusing ourselves even more.

Eventually, we got used to blushing when we see each other as it became a normal reaction. Outsiders may notice us trying to avoid looking at each other and think that all of us look awful or hate everyone, but rather, we want to avoid the mental distraction caused by the very way we look! It's very hard to not look at another person, let alone a large crowd full of it, but we have no choice if we want to avoid accidents to see where we are going! They really want us to be blushing at all times, looking at how impossible it is for that to not happen more than several times a day without living alone in isolation. It's pretty weird how it does not trigger sexual desire, but that's a good thing since our body is not designed to be able to handle it.

You may wonder why we are doing nothing about our clothes to have us less attracted to each other. Here's our problem: as part of our evolution, clothes are no longer an optional accessory, but rather a part of the outermost layer of our body that requires us to wear specified types of clothes at all times. In other words, we don't have a choice on what we wear, apart from variances of the same type.

The clothes we are wearing seem to closely resemble office uniforms for women that, based on what was typically worn around the world pre-evolution, seem typical of any business sector of a developed economy, but the blazer school uniforms as part of what we could wear greatly narrows it down to Japan specifically. The style may be considered "revealing" by more conservative cultures, but it's actually decent once you get used to it. Actually, the skirt can be considered as such since it only partially covers our thighs, were skirts below knee level, right up to the ankle, may be what they are used to. We need to wear socks to cover the rest of our legs, and no other kind of clothing are allowed to cover our legs. Pantyhose are the closest thing we can wear that feels like trousers and keep out the airy feeling at our legs, but we still have to wear a skirt over it. While it is obvious that we cannot wear male clothing without our body rejecting it, dresses and traditional outfits designed for women are the unexpected ones that are not allowed to be worn.

Another factor is how noticeable our breasts are showing through underneath our clothes, where even the smallest size anyone has is large enough to be noticeable underneath our layers of clothes. It is the only known reproductive organ our evolved bodies have, but it's useless on its own and seem to serve no purpose but to complete the female appearance. It's difficult to study these without our clothes over it preventing direct access, but from as much as we can gather with our clothes on, it certainly has the mass and physics. We saw no relation or standard of these, but we noticed those that have seen images of pre-evolution males are firm, with firmness depending on total duration they have seen it. It has helped us to tell how bad they have it. It's linked to an incurable disease that is thankfully not life-threatening, but impossible to concentrate.

It seems as if our world was designed by someone who wants to live in a world of nothing but young beautiful women without any thought of the consequences of changing us to fit into their sick "paradise". We hadn't figured out how to reproduce ourselves, where the old ways are impossible. Everyone now looks of the same biological age range of what could be called "a pretty young woman" regardless of how long they have actually lived. Exact ages are uncertain, but the youngest anyone could certainly be is around the age of puberty. No one is sure what the oldest anyone could get before being reborn, but it's certainly before one becomes noticeably an elderly person. This causing issues for services and products relating to young children and elderly related services as the whole category they served no longer exists.

What was a married couple with a male infant in the pre-evolution is now a group of three women. Due to the concurrent rebirth going on, a person who exceeded the allowed age range may now resemble as a daughter of the others they live with, even if the people they resemble are her own children or totally unrelated. It is sickening to think how the meaning of family is destroyed like this.

717th post: Indirectly helping reduce utility bill

2015-10-29T18:26:00.001+09:00

I may not directly seem to be saving energy, but there are indirect ways that I help to reduce the household utility bill.

Solar Panels with 2 USB type-A ports
It began after I bought my first power bank in 2012. I didn't know it was a power bank then, but the only input it had was the retractable power plug and the other side covered in solar panel. The down side was the small capacity it had, and certainly couldn't charge much with the size of the panel. However, the idea that you could get some charge from placing it in sunlight without ever plugging it in since completely draining power was new to me. It now only works as a USB wall charger since it can't hold charge now, if it doesn't overheat while charging. Solar panels do still work, but effectively useless with the little power it generates.

The solar panel idea came about as I was looking as a result of that device bought in 2012. I research that I certainly need panels way larger than what I had, and the necessity to unlink the solar panels from the power storage, and make use of an existing power bank I bought for my Europe trip in 2013. (This is one reason why I did not look at another power bank with built in solar panels.) I bought this off from Amazon US.

I also took a look at USB power meter at the same time as a way of knowing what kind of output exactly I am getting out of it, and finding an ideal spot at home to place it. (There is no outdoor area at home; the best were windows facing east or west.) Later on, I used it to figure out energy losses and efficiency of the cables and chargers I have. Not every device uses exactly 5V 1A, or whatever is stated!

It took me a while to fine tune the positioning. While it can produce enough energy to charge the power bank, it isn't enough to charge a smartphone directly unless there's constant direct sunlight. Something I can't get at home the whole day.

I noticed that it worked if I shine an incandescent spotlight bulb at it. Fluorescent ones don't work, and very weak for LED ones. Obviously I'm not going to bother wasting energy to shine lights at solar panels.

Using the shower
I do it in the afternoon when the temperature is warmer than in the morning. In summer days where it didn't rain recently, I don't even need the heater at all. But when the water is too cold to use without a heater, the heating I set is less than what the others had set.

(I know it may not be hygienic, but unless I get dirty or sweaty, I usually take a shower only once a day. This significantly reduces water and electricity consumption.)

Lights
Now this is a strange one. I bought the first set of LED bulbs for my room, which turned out to be dimmer than the CFLs I replaced. I bought another set that had higher lumen rating (higher wattage does not equal brighter bulbs as LEDs themselves get more power efficient over time) than the one I had, but those were still not bright enough. By the third set, which has even higher lumen ratings that should be bright enough for reading (as I researched prior to buying), I realized it was just bad furniture placement blocking out the lights and needed additional lighting around the desk I use my laptops on. Overall, the brightest LED bulbs still consume less energy than the CFL counterparts. As an added bonus, I get less insect bites at night for some reason.

What happened to the first and second batch of LED bulbs I bought earlier? Those were used on other parts of the house that still used CFL bulbs. Now I have stockpiles of used, but not end-of-life, CFL bulbs lying about. I would like to replace the non compact variant of fluorescence bulbs, but the equipment to power the fluorescent bulbs is in the lamp holder itself (CFLs have this integrated as part of the bulb design), so an overhaul of the lamp holder is necessary to make it work with LED. On top of that, the LEDs used for these kind of fixtures are more expensive. In the end, these remain as fluorescent bulbs.

Lighting for rooms that are infrequently used, or lit up for only a short time, are somewhat tricky. Lights being used for only a short time are not good for the lifespan of fluorescent bulbs. Its long warm up time, and flickering as it happens if it has a starter plug, are not ideal for these kinds of places. LEDs are the most suitable for this kind of situation, but not from a cost perspective if you don't already have one (and lasting way longer than the rated 15 years due to less-than-usual usage). Since I have plenty of incandescent bulbs lying around, those are the most ideal kind of bulbs for this kind of situation, though some adapters are needed to fit into the socket. Thankfully, none were fixtures for fluorescent bulbs.

Others
Well, this isn't exactly saving the environment kind of method, but to minimize the home electricity bill is to use electricity that you are not (directly) paying for. You can get even more out of this by charging your devices (including power banks).

716th post - Seperating the confusion with USB type-C and 3.1

2015-10-18T16:45:00.002+09:00

When I look around YouTube comments in videos, particularly that of the 2015 MacBook, people seemed confused that the two USB type-C and 3.1 are together, or an Apple-only standard. (In fact, Google's Chromebook Pixel and newer generation Nexus phones uses it too.)

What is USB 3.1?
Here's the confusing bit. USB 3.1 has two different versions: Gen1 and Gen2. Gen1. Gen1 is basically renamed 3.0, where maximum transfer speed is 5Gbps. Gen2 is the real new 3.1 with speeds doubled to 10Gbps.

It's not Thunderbolt 3, which uses the same USB type-C connectors with the thunderbolt logo on it, so don't expect a USB type-C to mini-DisplayPort adapter to work unless it's between Thunderbolt 3 and Thunderbolt 1/2 or DisplayPort protocols. Separately, you can have video output with just USB ~~3.0~~ 3.1.

What is USB type-C?
Well, we all know what it looks like and how reversible it is, but here is the list of what is is and what it isn't.

What it is not:

It's a propriety standard by Apple - While Apple is among the first to introduce it and among those behind it, it's not. Do you even know what USB means?
USB type-C is also USB 3.1 - Not necessarily. Since type-C is designed to replace type-A and type-B (and their mini/micro variants), USB 2.0 with type-C connector is possible. USB 1.1 too, though there is no supported backward compatibility to 1.1 for ~~3.0~~ 3.1 Gen1.

What is new about it over older standards:

It makes using USB On-The-Go (OTG) devices less troublesome and confusing - Type-A is for host devices, type-B is for slave devices, but with portable devices like smartphones these days acting both as a host and slave this is tricky: storage device you want to connect has type-A, but host device uses micro-B. Using type-C on both ends eliminates the weird female type-A to male micro-B adapter/cable necessary to make it work.
Charge a device with another device instead of plugging it to the wall or PC -The concept of is not new with power banks having been around for a while, but the difference is that you can basically charge a phone with another phone. Helpful if you are running low and your friend's has more charge to spare.
Supports "Alternate Modes" - It supports different protocols with the same USB type-C cable where, like Thunderbolt 3 mentioned earlier, utilizes the same cable, provided the hosts supports it.
Supports USB Power Delivery 2.0 - Now supports up to 100W (20V 5A) of power. Older standards supported between 0.75W (5V 0.15A) and 7.5W (5V 1.5A). This means a whole new group of devices, like laptops, could just be powered from USB without the need of a separate power brick. You can use the same 100W charger to charge your phone at 5W, but don't expect your phone charger to charge your 100W device any higher than 10W (5V 2.1A).

You will need an adapter if converting to and from type-C, but as time passes by, this may not be needed as more devices come into the market.

At the time of writing, there are a few devices released with USB type-C connector, but quite rare. The common "standard" USB cables should have type-A male on one end, and type-B male on the other. the type-B end can be replaced with mini-B (deprecated in 2007) or micro-B. USB 3.0 variants of these add additional pins, but still usable with 2.0 cables without the need for adapters, though limited to 2.0 speeds due to the lack of pins needed for 3.0. A standard type-C cable should have type-C male on both ends, where anything else is non-standard. You may encounter type-C to type-A at this time, which is fairy common for any USB to non-standard USB ports like that 30-pin connector, or a particular dual-screen portable handheld device.

Micro and Mini variants of type-A do exist, but are strangely uncommon. Even though type-C is about the same size as micro-B, it is wrong to call it a micro connector. It may be possible to have an even smaller variant of type-C, but that doesn't exist at the time of writing.

715th post: Early preperation for Halloween everywhere

2015-10-09T11:28:00.000+09:00

When you go out to the shops since around August, what do you see slowly creeping in? Decoration for Halloween! To remind you, that's on 31st October, which is practically November.

I do get how big of an event this is, plus the time between production of goods and preparing venues of with said goods, but I feel that it's way too early to have have it in stores in August!

Even online, you can't escape it as people began talking about it. Pumpkins, orange colour, ghosts, bats, witch hats, skeletons... The usual things associated with it.

When the day has come and gone, everyone removes the decorations a lot more quickly than setting them up, only to be replaced by... Christmas decorations.

You can never escape these things, do you?

Post-Evolution World Report 5 - Status Quo

2015-09-01T02:44:00.000+09:00

As the crime rates fell to an unprecedented record low levels worldwide, governments around the world had decided to remove all restrictions relating to international trade and travel. Everyone thought that they were crazy to just abolish all border checks overnight, but the truth of the matter is that evolution has changed everyone to the point that they don't even recognize themselves or anyone they knew. The less they resemble a young Japanese woman, the greater the amount of changes were made. We have no idea why Japanese women specifically, but Japan was where an unexplained change of male to female gender ratio from 6:4 to 1:9 in the two decades it happened until evolution took place. We are now all single-gendered asexual humans, but with the shape of our bodies strongly resembling that of females. If anyone was large, small, or male, it was inevitable that their necks would be reshaped, at the same time as the rest of the body, to have them sounding like a young woman.

Other changes include having our language abilities changed to either English or Japanese, with proficiency depending on how similar their former native language was to either language. Just as the drastic change in appearance and voice wasn't drastic enough, we could only call ourselves by some automatically assigned new female or gender-neutral name if our old names were not already a Japanese female. Surnames for those that were of non-Japanese origin had their new ones similar to their old names in meaning. The most noticeable odd exception to this rule were people having names of male origin after evolution. Closer studies revealed that they were men reborn as a girl pre-evolution due to age instead of their manliness. It seemed that they were supposed to be reborn as a boy, but the template for boys had data for girls instead, were the only difference with those that were supposed to be turned into girls is that their male names were not changed. Since evolution saw the names of these "reborn boys assigned the wrong gender" as the name of females they all are, their male names remained unchanged too. However, no one else was assigned the same given name as them, these male names have become rare names that few had heard of such a name today. No one could adapt those as their new name, and get extinct when the last with a male name either dies off or adopts a new name.

It was bad enough that hundreds and thousands of languages we humans used to speak had to be reclassified as a dead language. It's not that we do not have the resources, we have plenty from the pre-evolution era, but it's because evolution has remodelled our brain to only know two languages and somehow unable to learn other languages no matter how hard one studies. I'm surprised we could still be ourselves despite that. The change of language ability may not sound like a big deal, but if our native language was of neither English or Japanese, we would be helpless at no longer understanding the language around us except to communicate with other people. Changing from old languages to what we can understand has proved to be costly, but a necessary evil sometimes. To translate things from the old language that no one today understands, one has to rely on memory for its contents, which may be inaccurate. It's a good thing we remembered words by what they are about than by words in the old language, if only we could remember accurately.

Our minds seems to have been spared from being brainwashed, but not the influence of our senses: it had us preventing the act of committing crime by having us feel quite worried about the things that could go wrong, or getting caught, to the point that we give up before even planning for it. If that wasn't enough, our inability to display aggressive behaviour, or unable to have our legs above the knees to be too far apart would prevent us from physically doing it, or be able to escape. We can't do anything we like without having our intended behaviour to be mapped to how a well mannered lady would behave, which is severely limited in contrast to what we are able to think. It is as if these limitations are deliberate as crime prevention measures that are built right into the design of our body to not be able to do one successfully. We didn't know these things were related to reduced crime until we saw police reports of crime committed since evolution.

With relaxation of border controls from the general drop of crime worldwide, which is effectively more like removing it, the concept of countries, as we used to think of, are now nothing more than the general area it compromised of as reference to areas in this huge world. Despite changes to people's names, names of existing places are left unchanged, but the shift of people's language ability meant that they may not know the significance of the name. New names for places that isn't borrowed from somewhere would only be either in English or Japanese, or something gibberish if they try to be creative.

What exactly have evolution turned us turned into? One thing's for certain is that we still remained as humans, but, pardon me for being superficial here, based on someone's vision of where they wanted everyone of all race, age, and gender to be equal. Instead of interpreting that as living harmoniously, we believed that it was misinterpreted as transforming everyone into the same young female Asian adult that we all look like now! Or maybe somebody had a fetish of being surrounded by nothing but young women he ideals without thinking of the consequences. To make his sick dreams work, everyone was transformed against their will without warning and have some mysterious force of forcing us to wear only specific kinds of clothes. At least he has the decency to dress us in office clothes instead of being naked or in "sexy" clothes. It would be nightmare if that had happened.

We may be the first living species to have clothes, but evolution has turned them into something our body can't live without to the point that we can't even get naked to properly take a bath. That is where we discovered that our body needs manufactured goods to function properly that isn't even for medication or life support. For example, we need to be seated properly in a western-styled toilet in order to release our bladder, but if we try to do it elsewhere, we are unable to do it even if we felt like we can't hold it in that could drive us insane from having a strong urge that cannot be achieved. Good news for sanitation and clean toilets, but the insanity is just not worth the trade-off to stop using the toilet completely. Also, how are we supposed to camp in the wilderness if our very bodily needs can't be found there? What kind of living things have we become?

Post-Evolution World Report 4 - Biology

2015-07-06T01:59:00.002+09:00

Not everything about the evolution is bad: people who had various disabilities and illnesses like blindness, paralysis, amputees, cancer, amongst others, were suddenly able-bodied like anyone else. In fact, everyone who was warded in hospital for anything at the time evolution happened were all fit and healthy as if they never had the illness in the first place.

However, this does not render medical facilities obsolete. People could still get injured and die from blood loss. The difference is the universal compatibility with anyone when things like blood transfusion or kidney transplant are needed, and clear off those with pre-existing conditions.

Surgeons told me that they had to operate on the patient with the clothes they had on because they couldn't remove it. Examination of our internal organs revealed that our bodies are now structured like an adolescent female, but without a reproductive system. Internal body parts have been changed and rearranged, with possibly some having functions yet to be understood. Patients that were known to had surgery, or known to be male or elderly previously, had the same healthy adolescent female structure, and not just external appearance. It's not surprising that everyone had a mental trauma seeing their new selves when evolution happened, where only girls that had minimum changes being the least traumatized. Not completely zero because they may know someone close that changed a lot, like her father.

Companies are obviously not happy that the evolution happened at all, and without warning. It caused a lot of problems, primarily the drop in productivity from strong people loosing their strength, restricted movement of our bodies, and forced to wear clothes that are not ideal for certain jobs. These include sectors that involve a lot of physical and hazardous activity. Workers are unable to work harder than what their new bodies are capable of and meet quotas that were not adjusted. These so-called "under-performing workers" can't be fired either because nothing but robots could perform better. They hadn't been replaced yet because the companies that make those robots, and companies that supply materials to them, are facing their own labour problems like any other company. It didn't help that they have more orders than before to fulfil on top of that, which means a long waiting time.

It also didn't help that we look like pretty women with the mindset of men that has an attraction to women. In other words, our own appearance are a visual distraction, stuck in a way that we can't help it but mentally try to ignore the feeling of attraction. At least we don't need cosmetics to look like fashion models, which is one less distracting thing we have to put up with.

It is difficult to gauge how unhappy people actually are with what evolution did to them at a glance due to our inability to express anger, as well as reborn people who reached a certain biological age having their negative memories erased. It is painful to see people attempting to do tasks that were not seen as much as a deal before evolution that are now slower or even impossible.

There are no visible internal or external organs in us that makes it possible for us to discharge our body waste, but how are we still able to use the toilet as usual? The only oddity is us unable to do so if we did it improperly, attempt it elsewhere, or even attempt to see ourselves doing it. Many researchers believe that we could make a completely new kind of toilet that resembles a face mask that, since we are all wearing skirts, could just stick it between our legs and wait without any exertion of force to release, or meddling with our clothes on our end. The potential advantage is creating more space in buildings that would have otherwise have gone to building a toilet, and using less resources like water. How this would turn out really depends on what researchers would discover.

Our body has mixture of traits that are associated with both male and female to form our new gender. The male side influences the way we think and what interests us, while the female side shaped our body and behaviour. However, the conflict of male mentality and female appearance has made it difficult for us to look at each other without some mild form of attraction (with no thanks to our own attractive appearance) and unable to properly express our male intentions without facing limitations of our external female behaviour. We still use female pronouns even though we are not technically female, as well as having the strong visual and physical resemblance. Whoever changed us seem to not have thought of this very obvious problem, or was this intentional to begin with?

Is it possible to reverse this? With how our gender has been mixed up, changes to our organs, happened instantaneously worldwide without any warning, that possibility, sadly, seems unlikely. To make thing even more confusing, a separate, but yet happening sententiously, phenomenon that is preventing us from being younger than adolescence or becoming an elderly person, makes it hard to tell how old anyone is.

Report 3 | Report 5

712th Post: Reclassification of Story 7 Special as Story 8

2015-07-03T04:34:00.001+09:00

This special of Yononaka no Okugi (story 7) I had been publishing since the beginning of the year was originally intended as a one-part long special talking about the background of how the post-evolution world of my stories works from a viewpoint that does not fit with the main story. It intertwines with other stories like Alternate Dimension (story 2), but yet have unique stories that are not just alternate viewpoints of the same thing.

Keep in mind that I was travelling around Keihanshin, Hiroshima, and Sapporo around that time, so my piorites were to to focus on the travelling. I did manage to write a lot of it, but I need to edit it before publishing it. In the process, entire sentences were rearranged and redone. Because I had written so much, I had to divide it up to have something published to my blog. Even at the time of writing, there's still more of I hadn't published yet. I tried to write a new Part 6 for Yononaka no Okugi, but what I had written turned out more like the writing for the special. I think I would merge the content with the unpublished draft.

There has been enough of these divided special parts, which are themselves written in a style completely different from the main story, to become a new story by itself.

The change would happen when I have decided on the title. Also, adding navigation that had been missing.

P.S. I have not added any new content for the ebook version, so the version dated 19 October 2014 remains the latest version.

Yononaka no Okugi Special: Post-Evolution World Report 3 - Clothing

2015-06-05T20:36:00.000+09:00

On the topic of what we have been turned into, have you ever wondered why we are always seen wearing professorial looking office clothes, blazer uniforms for schools, but nothing else? It's not that the transformation has made us fashion aware or fashion conformist overnight, but it is the only kind of clothes we could wear at all. It even seems as if the clothes are a part of our body.

How did we know? First of all, it is what we found ourselves wearing right after evolution happened. What one had owned if they have it, or the same generic type if they don't. We had attempted to wear other clothes, but for reasons unknown, those seemed to have ejected out almost instantly like magic. I know I shouldn't use the word magic as a scientist, but science as we know at the time of writing cannot explain how our body gets selective with types of clothes, or how the clothes get expelled out without us doing anything. As a result, we can't wear full body suits that is supposed to protect us from environmental harm either. What are we supposed to wear to protect ourselves? It's not easy to make a new one that adhere to the to the requirements of what we could only wear, particularly ones that covers our heads or legs.

To a certain extent, we are not stuck wearing the same clothes: we are given a period of time to change to another type that is allowed, but that period allocated is insufficient to completely undress ourselves, forcing us to do it in parts. This limitation itself automatically means we can not wear clothes that takes too long to wear, like outfits for traditional occasions. If we take too long to change, we would automatically be dressed in the last clothes we wore or the clothes we were trying to wear if it is the approved type and was halfway being worn. This is a big problem as it means we have to take a bath or shower with our clothes on, unavoidably making us either stuck with heavy wet clothes until it dries out or change out of it, or accumulating filth form not cleaning ourselves. Dresses are odd as, while it can be categorised to be the same as the feminine clothes we have to wear, it gets ejected out the same way as unapproved clothing instead for reasons we do not know. Duration appears to be extended when being assisted.

There are people who, even with sufficient time provided, would fail to change their clothes in time. Studies have shown that people involved were pre-evolution males, including the majority that were reborn as girls shortly before evolution: time was wasted as they stare in awe at their new female-like bodies and the unfamiliarity with the female clothes they have to wear. The are used to pants with the fasteners in front and legs through each hole. With skirts, it is just one round piece of cloth that hangs on the hips, where the position of the fasteners to secure it should be positioned varies, but never at the front. It is so secure that belts are not necessary, and can't be removed without unfastening or ripping it apart. Those used to having their legs covered all the way to their ankles were quite unsettled with how little of their legs the skirt covered, and how it feels like wearing nothing at times. People who thought skirts could be removed like shorts, or unable to locate the fasteners, were desperately trying to stretch the top to pulling it down, or were unable to locate the fasteners had wasted more time changing.

As for the blouse, these people are unfamiliar with buttons being located on the opposite side. Time wasted from this was mainly from the deep thoughts on seeing the breasts that these former males used to ogle at. In addition, the breasts causes clothes to wear to protrude further away from their torso and unfamiliar with the difficulty to button up that area, which they had wondered why it seemed large and loose when not worn. Former females have commented that they had it worse.

This system is causing a lot of problems with our daily lives. First, preventing us from even able to get naked, were even we do not know what we look like underneath these clothes. As an indirect cause of that, we have to bathe with our clothes on, which itself absorbs water that makes us feel sticky and heavy. Next, it's impossible to wear protective suits as they are without being redesigned that must make us look womanly.

What we have discovered in discovering is something odd: dresses are not allowed, but any clothes that was disallowed for the legs are allowed to be worn for as long as we are wearing the skirt we have to wear on the outside, or else they would be blasted out. Despite this, most people chose to wear conservative coloured pantyhose: the only allowed clothing, apart from socks, that we could cover our legs with. The only people who would even dare to wear mismatching bottoms are quite a number of pre-evolution people that had not been reborn, or the odd few among everyone else. Being optional clothing, it is the only thing on us we could remove before getting wet.

However, there is an exploit with this: the required skirt could easily be lifted up and tucked into the clothes worn above it and would still be technically be counted as wearing the skirt despite being not visible. The problem with this is the obvious weird bulge under the blouse when the skirt is hidden there. The only people who do this are those wearing unapproved leggings mentioned earlier. We aren't allowed to look at what we use the toilet with, so our clothes would shift itself automatically in a way that the thing not visible to anyone with as little movement as possible from their prior position, with speed determined by how quickly one tries to look. Research has shown that if attempted to look from all angles, the skirt would tighten itself to block off visibility to the point that the wearer could not move her legs above the knees. Interestingly, only cameras whose footage are being monitored or recorded counts as being watched by a person, but unmonitored that isn't being recorded or not being used at all does not.

The fashion industry has to adapt to the clothes we could only wear, while a few tries to see loopholes or how far they could stretch the limitations. Retail stores that sells clothes found themselves having a lot of stock that they could not sell because people couldn't wear them, which is a huge impact considering that most of these stores were not selling what we could wear, or a majority of what they sell if they did. Since the demographics of infants, young children, the elderly, and the entire male population, are non-existent today, related products have stopped producing, and dealing with the mountain of unsold stock is difficult.

Clothes have defined how we as a species look, but what about the people of Mizuho Academy? They are known for their uniform designs, having the most graduates holding high-paying jobs, and their campus resembling a large high-density futuristic city. But in the post-evolution world, the designs don't really stand out these days since everyone else has been brought up to just fall short of Mizuho uniforms that are best described as having stricter dress code. The easiest identifying feature of these Mizuho people are their breasts size: it easily stands out from the average size of everyone else, but I'm pretty sure it was smaller pre-evolution. There are rumours that the clothes may have changed their bodies and mental behaviour, but that is difficult to prove. However, if you were to group the girls together, it does seem strange that all of them have exactly the same body measurements. They are the only group among all the organisations dealing with censorship mentioned earlier that seems to be immune to the effects of seeing images of pre-evolution males. Unfortunately, I do not know anything more about them.

This evolution has caused us a lot of damages to business that did not cater to the right market or as a natural outcome to the evolution, like stores that cater to infants, or clothes we could no longer wear. Unexpectedly, sales of games containing violence has gone up. This odd because it is the exact opposite of the calm and polite people around us. We have no data of people who bought them.

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Yononaka no Okugi Special: Post-Evolution World Report 2 - Changes to the Body

2015-04-15T02:48:00.000+09:00

How different is our new gender different from females if we look exactly alike? The difference lies in the inner workings of how our body works.

To begin with, we do not even have female reproduction organs despite what we strongly resemble. It is unclear at this time to tell if we could reproduce at all. Maybe we could, but we hadn't figured out the method, or happening without us knowing. While we do appear to have breasts, we are unable to examine them with clothes obstructing (more on them later) access and closer examination. As mentioned earlier, there is nothing between our legs that would suggest a male or female organ there: nothing but skin like the rest of the body. The bigger mystery is being still able to use the toilet with nothing there.

So, we are incapable of both male and female roles in reproduction. We do feel ticklish and irritation when attempt to simulate it, but that's impossible if there's nothing there. This tells us that our evolved bodies are simply not designed to be able to have sex at all. In fact, us humans are now a single gendered species with components of both former genders fused together and physical restrictions with our bodies.

However, this doesn't mean we are incapable of feeling any sexual desire. It simply means that it is impossible under normal circumstances, but deadly when it does happen because there is no way of relieving it. The worse part is being almost impossible to avoid at this time.

What is this unusual situation I am speaking of? As easy as simply looking at images of pre-evolution men, were it would trigger the female arousal in us that would keep rising in anyone the longer the accumulated time they see them, as the failed attempt to activate a non-existent or functional organ looping infinitely, multiplied by the number of men they paid attention to. This includes ones that used to be men that were simply looking at old images of themselves. Based on reports of the victims, they said that they did felt something inside their body with a pocket of air around it that is causing this feeling that is itching to seek relief, but impossible to reach with our bottom sealed up.

This is classified as an incurable disease as it never goes away once you have it with irreversible increase in intensity if encountered multiple times. People with this condition have difficulty concentrating if not mentally trained to get used to it. Having it for a short period of time may feel amazing, but having it prolonged for the rest of your life (until becoming young again) can drive you crazy. The evolution was less than a decade ago so we have insufficient data for a cure. However, that also means that it can be fairly common around us since practically everyone was born before evolution, and materials that could trigger this disease are everywhere. When the demographics have changed to have more post-evolution people (if that's possible to begin with) and pre-evolution material containing images of men have been filtered out, or less likely to encounter if not, it may be possible for this to be uncommon, or even have people of the time to not be aware of it. Sadly, filtering out our past to ensure our mental health also means that future generations would not know of the old world as what they would only know of the world as it is now.

As much as we hate censorship, and even more so to censor out our past, it is necessary to censor out men in this case to keep our sanity. I am afraid that our children (if that's possible) may not even know what our world was like before evolution with the censorship necessary due to how frequent images of men appear. In education, textbooks had to be withdrawn until the necessary censorship is done, but topics like important inventions or famous artists can be tricky to censor out as they are important to the knowledge of how we get to the world we live in, but quite a vast majority of the people involved, including videos with hosts that talks about them, were men. How are we supposed learn if the very sight of men, which is highly likely, in education materials drives us crazy? There's too much things from the "old world" in the hands of billions of people to censor out and painful to censor at all. But we have to do it for the sake of keeping us sane from this incurable mental disease. Perhaps it is better to simply not talk about anything from that era, and make no references to the people behind it. We know nothing is stopping them from finding out the truth with the Internet and old materials they stumble across, but we should make sure that doesn't happen too easily to encounter by accident.

Of course, in order to censor something out, it is unavoidable for the person doing the actual censorship to acquire this disease, but it appears that team members from Mizuho Girls Academy showed no signs of having this condition. That academy is known for producing the best graduates that find themselves in top positions in the industry and the large office district on their campus attracting many businesses. People who study and work there are easily recognizable by the beautiful uniforms they wear, but since evolution happened, this was overlooked by their breasts: I don't recall those being that big, and the size alone easily stands out from other people. Their blouse seem to has been resized to accommodate them. Even amongst the Mizuho girls themselves, they too seem annoyed about it, but it's not something anyone could do anything about but to make it more comfortable.

Unlike the initial stages of the separate transformation where anyone who isn't a young girl is turned into as such in stages, which is still ongoing and preventing us from becoming elderly folk, the mental restrains that forces us to only be able think and behave like a female have been lifted. However, as if in exchange for that, that restriction has been moved to how we function our bodies at all. In other words, there are no changes to how we behave on the outside, but we became more self-aware of what we can't express: Any anger we feel would not be expressed correctly. If we want to scream and shout in anger with explicit words, it would only come out as polite regular speech or the cheering kind of shout. If we try to throw things around with force in anger, we would find ourselves crying in sadness instead. It's as if our body has no concept of what anger is and instead gets ignored or becomes a completely different expression as if we are incapable of being able to express anger at all. We can rage in our minds as much as we like, but we can't express on the outside. I think not being able to express anger makes them angrier on not being able to express it, and confused if they are feeling moods that are completely different from what they mentally feel. On the plus side, these limitations also stops them from getting violent, and doing actions that make other people angry too.

With the female behaviour forced upon us, it's hard to tell if the expressions we see on others are really their own natural behaviour, but if this forced behaviour goes on for a sufficiently long time, or if one does not know any behaviour beside what they could, the forced behaviour would subconsciously become our actual behaviour from the absence to behave any other way. I personally feel scared of the way this is going because it seems like us humankind are being turned into neutered organic robots where we might get brainwashed and unable to reproduce before we pass on, which could spell the end of us.

Further research into what we can do to overcome the limitations of moving our post-evolution bodies has exposed a loophole: while how we move our hands is restricted to being feminine, there are no restrictions to what we write, type, and basically the things we can do with our hands. We are, however, have our speech restricted to fit with the image of our feminine appearance. It's not surprising how many people on social networks discussing on the frustrations of the restrictions and limitations of their post-evolution bodies, but unlike most cases, there is no clear entity or cause to point the blame at. It just happened out of nowhere like a virus, or we are like entities in virtual world where we were changed instantaneously like a character customization screen. Nobody knows how to respond to this but to accept and make comfortable what we have become. Science can explain how our body works now, with further research at this stage, and how our bodies used to work, but it can't explain how our bodies were transformed.

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709th post: What happened?

2015-03-01T04:16:00.001+09:00

So, I wrote about 13 posts about preparing to go to Hokkaido starting all the way back in September 2014, up to December 2014. Taking about this and that and then?

This blog went quiet. Did something happen?

Well, unless you have been following me on Twitter (@takhsiru), which I was quite active at, it appeared that my blog has not been updated. Before you ask, I had gone to Hokkaido for the Snow Festival, starting with shortly after the Comic Market in Tokyo as I went around Kansai and Hiroshima before arriving in Sapporo. (In case you were wondering, I never went to any other city in Hokkaido except Otaru, which is not that far away.)

Writing a journal like what I did back in around June 2013 as I head off to Europe had me realize that backlog gets accumulated so quickly from the days when I just don't feel like writing, or feeling so unproductive having nothing but an Android phone to get online with. I probably might not remember the minor details by now. I would worry too much of writing something here than enjoying the trip, even though the duration I had may be considered long to most people.

What I did write during my trip, however, was that story post for Yononaka no Okugi that I published just a moment ago. Even back then, I was aware that the last story post was back in October, with nothing but the preparation for the trip since then. It exceeded the de facto schedule of being every two weeks. The reason was actually unrelated to the trip: I hit a writer's block. However, the trip did give me some new ideas, particularly ones I did not have first hand experience in, like mountain climbing (Mt. Takao and Mt. Maya), or be more familiar with streetcars (Hiroshima and Sapporo) apart from Tokyo and Hong Kong.

Perhaps you can include going out into temperatures colder than I'm used to, together with snow everywhere. Walking on a thin layer of freshly fallen snow is nice, but looks awful when a lot of people have walked over it, becomes icy and slippery when it melts and re-freezes, or feels like walking in mud when partially melted, or when it gets thick and not cleared, find myself "dropping" into the ground if not careful.

The content I had published was only the top one third of what I had written, which means that I do have something to publish, but it needs some work to be done. It's possible to split that remaining two thirds again, and add additional content.

Yononaka no Okugi Special: Post-Evolution World Report 1 - Introductory

2015-03-01T03:21:00.002+09:00

(Author's note 5 July 2015: This was a former Story 7 special that is now a new story on its own. The old title would remain unchanged until I could decide on a new name.)

A quick glance of our world would tell you that the humans in our world are made up of nothing but schoolgirls and women holding white-collar jobs that are otherwise not any different from humans of your world.

If you were to take a harder look, you would notice that something is wrong with our demographics: there are no men, no children, no infants, no elderly people, and no one ever gets angry at all. On closer look, you would notice that the only disabled people or people admitted to hospital had injuries that happened after the final stage of the evolution with nobody from before that. You may say that the men from your world would find us to be the most beautiful women, but to us, this beauty is a hindrance we can't do anything about from keeping us sane in this world without men. In fact, thinking too much of men as what we are now can drive us even more crazy. I'm risking getting crazier while thinking of men while writing this report, but it's unavoidable due to the nature of this report, and possibly those born into this world without men. More on this condition later.

What happened to the men in our world? Have they gone into hiding or abducted by aliens? Will we be the last humans before going extinct from being unable to figure out how to reproduce? Was there an attack or some kind of disease that affected everyone but the women we see here? Well, even we ourselves ask these questions.

It may be surprising to you that, up until about a decade ago, everyone, regardless of what they were, had gradually been turning into teenage girls in the years leading this new gender we are now. With who was transformed during this transitioning period, we saw the age gap between the oldest and youngest narrowing, and men who have yet to be changed being less manlier. Despite our female appearance on the outside, we are not females at all as our body certainly do not function like females, though we do refer ourselves as such out of habit to describe how we behave and look like. There's nothing but smooth skin like any other part of the body at where the reproductive organ of either gender should be, but this is a big concern for us: how do we discharge our bladder if the urethra and anus in that same area are missing?

Even with the strong urge to discharge body waste, we are unable to discharge our body waste unless we are seated properly in a western-styled toilet seat. Attempting to do use anything else would not work, which may leave the person frustrated. To add insult to that, the rate at which we could do it is significantly slower than before. For the people who do not have the time to be in the toilet, this painstakingly long process can be interrupted by simply getting up due to the rule of not being seated properly mentioned earlier. Even if we do feel the urgent need for the toilet, we don't need to worry about holding it in since it can't come out until we are in the toilet seat anyway, though it may cause great discomfort and panic for those who had lived before evolution. We can avoid this completely by not eating or drinking, but nobody is willing to find out if we can live without food or water. Being a single-gendered species also means anyone could use both the male and female toilets, but longer toilet usage times translates also means longer waiting times if all the available stalls are in use.

Even though the male toilets being made available to anyone should, in theory, reduce the strain by half, but practically, we are seeing queues for only the female toilet that are more than twice than before from the spillover of transformed males and longer usage times, and almost nobody using the male toilet. Why? Well, the male toilets have urinals that we can't use taking up two thirds of the capacity. The remaining usable one third is further reduced if it includes squatting pans. It's possible to encounter toilets without toilet seats that we can use at all. Clearly, there is a bottleneck there, and we certainly need more. The only practical solution we could think of is to build more toilet seats, while replacing ones that we can't use. It's quite obvious if we are in a converted former male toilet with minimum changes if there are random old stalls mixed with new ones, a lot of cool colours being used for the walls, and a female sign that appears modified and located right next to another toilet with an unmodified female sign with warm colours used. However, the ability for anyone to even be able to renovate these properly is hampered by labour shortage, impractical clothing that can't be changed, and something about how we are programmed to behave and react forcing us to work at a slower pace on top of possible backlog.

There are long-term plans design a completely new toilet design that would work optimally with our reconfigured bodies, but yet only needs the space of a chair that it can be integrated into things like rest benches where we can simply "plug ourselves in" somewhere, just like how we use plugs with an electrical socket. This is of course, once we figured out how our bodies work and design around that.

Personally, I think this creepy as it would make us look like electrical devices ourselves, but it seems to me that our evolved bodies heavily requires man-made things to function properly. Not in a social sense, though that can be true, but it being how our bodies work. The even stranger part is this requiring something we make ourselves that isn't just simply using natural materials, but requiring initial research and machines to produce. Us requiring a toilet seat and no longer able to do it anywhere out in the wilderness like animals is an example of this. What have we become?

[Author's note: This was a report written by a researcher who has never met Naomi Maeda, the protagonist of the main story. Since it's based on the same world, this is the same situation as most of my other stories in the Beta dimension. Latest publish "Alternate Dimension" is the only other story that takes place post-evolution at the time of writing.]

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