Shortly after dinner I felt myself winding down. I knew everything that had happened would have to be dealt with shortly so I kept procrastinating by asking my aunt and uncle questions. We had exhausted much of what I would have to go through while staying there and caught up more with what had happened recently that we didn't get to mention in our letters. I noticed that my aunt and uncle both seemed just as anxious about something and leapt at any conversation I started. Unfortunately it couldn't last forever and with a sigh my aunt finally relaxed, giving in.

"Kyoshi..." she started carefully. Her voice was firm and resolute. I noticed my uncle cringe a little, suddenly finding his coffee cup very interesting. It also wasn't lost on me that she used my real name. I licked my lips, my tension rising again which helped stave off my earlier thoughts... but which also filled me with another form of dread.

"Y-yes?" I asked quietly, forcing a smile and trying to look only marginally afraid.

My aunt set her coffee cup down and watched me carefully for a few moments. I know they wanted what was best for me but I had no idea what could be going through her mind that she needed the time to phrase it so carefully.

She finally took a breath and said, "Sakatarou and I were not looking forward to this part of the evening." I noticed my uncle nod solemnly behind her in his chair. She continued as I glanced back up to her, "We told you we would get you some prosthetics to wear so that everything would appear to be more natural, remember?"

I nodded, afraid of where this was going.

"Well... we received them the other day in the mail." She started over to a cupboard near the dining room and opened it while talking. "When we got them we decided to open them to see what they looked like. I- we were a bit curious..."

My face set into a slight frown, I wasn't sure what could spook them so much as to want to avoid it as much as I did. I glanced at my uncle who quickly looked away and picked nonexistant lint from his shirt. I blinked, becoming more anxious as they drew this out.

Aunt Akiko retrieved a plain brown box from the cupboard and walked back into the living room. She set it down on the coffee table and looked back up at me.

"We were... surprised... at what we found."

My aunt, who normally seemed so together and composed, looked... rattled. She had a pleading, scared look which made me frown further. I didn't think that whatever it was could be so bad as to bother her as much as it seemed to.

"W-what's wrong with them?" I suddenly realized I was asking what might be wrong with the prosthetic breasts I was supposed to wear to give me a more feminine figure... and apparently I wasn't tense enough to block everything out anymore. The sheer question I had uttered combined with the knowledge of what it meant caused me to suddenly stare at the box.

A thought went through my mind in the nanosecond before my aunt answered me. It was a pretty verbose thought, too. I was thinking about myself... sitting in my aunt and uncle's living room, in a skirt and blouse... with a padded bra and half the eyebrows I had the day before. This thought continued on, showing to me my hands which looked particularly feminine and my face which had, throughout the day, passed for a young woman's visage. This strange mental image of me just asked... what was wrong with the prosthetic breasts it was meant to wear.

Just as my mind let me go again after assaulting me with that, I heard my aunt finish, "...a bit big."

My eyes snapped up from where they were originally staring at the box to what my aunt had just taken out of it. She held it up for me to see with a slight grimace on her face. I stared in utter disbelief at the garment, unable to fathom the idea of it in relation to me.

"B-big?" I whispered. If I wasn't already off balance by the previous barrage of thoughts I had this would certainly have put me there by itself. As it was, since I was defenseless momentarily after my introspection, I was completely floored by what I was seeing.

My uncle suddenly began rambling, half at me and I think half at my aunt. "Kyoshi, I'm sorry, that friend of mine said he only had the one and he couldn't make another. He never mentioned they were... well... as big as they are. I really didn't think to ask since I told him what we would be using them for and he said they'd be perfect. He said they were made to be as realistic as possible and be worn all the time... except for in the bath... and he even asked me to write him and tell him how everything goes. I really had no idea what they would be like until they got here and then your aunt and I looked at them and I called up my friend and he said he could make another set but it would take months... we had a few words, him and I, and I think he knows now to be more judicious when it comes to-"

My aunt stared at my uncle while I stared at... well... what my aunt was holding up. Finally my aunt turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, Kyoshi... we tried to find something else instead but this is all we can get for now."

"-doesn't he know sizes? I mean for crying out loud, what was he making these for-"

I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind. I let out my breath slowly and looked at my aunt. She had a concerned look on her face, I could tell she didn't like the situation any more than I did.

"Can't just wear what I have on now, can I?"

"-told him where he could go for doing that. Who would want or need a pair like-"

Silently my aunt shook her head side to side, ever so slowly. Quietly she said finally, "Temporarily those are ok, but they won't hold up to continues scrutiny... the reason we got these and... well, one of the only reasons we even thought we could pull this off was because these look perfectly natural."

"...and big." I added.

"-took them out of the box we were both shocked beyond words. I burned dinne-"

My aunt winced. She stepped over to the couch and sat down, letting the prosthetics lay in her lap. She stared down at them. "We're certainly not going to make you do this if you're uncomfortable with it, Kyoshi." There, again, she used my name... it made me feel better during times like this. I wasn't sure why at the time but it seemed to help me remember that I was who I was and it was all still my decision. My aunt continued, "This is all we have, unfortunately, and please believe me when I say it was a mistake that brought these particular ones here."

I nodded understandingly, "I know. I understand."

My aunt sighed and said, "If you do decide to wear them you can't change later."

This took me off guard, "What?" I asked quickly.

"You'll be working in public, some customers may even come to see you specifically. People would notice... the change. The girls at the restaurant would be the first to notice. Not only that, if the customers did find out they may stop coming, taking it as an offense... thinking of it as a lie on behalf of the restaurant to attract customers."

The room was silent for a little while, my uncle having finally run out of steam for his attempt at placating me.

Finally I said, "Well, we won't know anything until I try them on."

My aunt stared at me for a few moments, a look of thoughtful consideration on her face. "Are you sure, Kyoshi? This wasn't part of the arrangement and I understand if you don't want to now."

I shook my head and said, "Right this moment it won't hurt to find out for certain. That may very well change when I either put them on or I think about this further and get overwhelmed by it."

My aunt nodded at me, her face grave. "Alright. We owe you a lot for putting up with this, if you do decide to."

I stood up and waved my hand in the air, "It's ok, let's just get this over with before I lose my nerve."

My aunt nodded firmly and stood up.

I glanced around, "Is it ok to do this here?" I asked. I had a feeling if I took the time to go anywhere else I'd just keep going and not turn around.

"It's fine..." my aunt said. "You'll have to take your top off. Everything right down to just you."

I nodded and slowly began to unbutton my blouse. 'My blouse' I thought to myself, 'I doubt I'll ever get used to thinking that...'

My uncle stood up suddenly and said, "Well, I'll let you two-" but was cut off by my aunt. She stared at him and narrowed her eyes. I never knew one could actually receive commands simply from a look. I never experienced it before but I was well aware that look had told my uncle, "You are going to stay RIGHT HERE and support Kyoshi." I was a bit thankful for it since it was a little easier to accept with the three of us there.

I folded my blouse and set it on the chair behind me, then fumbled a bit with my bra and took that off as well. My uncle did indeed stay, and watched me silently. His face was similar to my aunt's with grim solemnity. My aunt walked over and handed me the object of our previous discussion.

I stared at the skin-toned thing in my hands, it felt heavier than I expected. It looked like a wide-necked t-shirt about six sizes too small for me, but with two obvious additions. The fabric felt light and thin between my fingers, almost as if it were just a film of soap on my skin. With an experimental tug I noted that the fabric stretched quite a bit but had a firm pull to it. I judged it would be rather tight when I actually put it on... which I noticed I was avoiding with my observations.

I took another deep breath and said, "Ok... so I just slip it on over my head?"

At this my aunt and uncle both looked perplexed. My aunt spoke, "I... I guess so. We don't know what to do with it, honestly."

My uncle began rummaging around in the box and as I held the garment upside-down to slip my arms in he pulled an envelope out of the box and opened it.

I waited, hunched over slightly with my arms up through the garment, almost sticking out of the arm holes. I watched my uncle read the paper inside the envelope and then nod at me, "Yes, that's how it says to do it. Just put it on like a shirt."

I continued and slid my arms through the holes. The first thing I noticed was that the fabric didn't seem to hold in heat like a shirt would. It reminded me a little of spandex but the knit seemed wider while the threads seemed smaller. It made for a strange sensation on my skin. I pushed my arms out sideways so I could get my head in and had to really stretch the fabric out. It kept wanting to enclose me inside. After a few seconds of wiggling I felt my aunt's hands at the base of the garment and felt it slide down over me until my head popped out through the hole at the neck.

I stuck my tongue out and said, "I hope I didn't rip it."

My uncle looked up from the paper and said, "Don't worry about that, you can't pull it apart. I got quite the lecture about it from my friend when I had contacted him about it at first." His face turned into a scowl and he started mumbling a continuation of his rant from earlier.

My aunt was frowning at me. I wiggled my arms up through the arm holes until they were all the way out, and then tugged down on the bottom of the "shirt" getting it to come down almost to my hips.

The inclinations I had at first were right, the fabric breathed well and I could barely feel I had it on except for a constant pressure. It was constricting at my waist and enveloped me firmly all the way up. I took a shallow breath and said, "Breathing will be a bit hard."

Once again my uncle looked up from the paper and his ranting, "It acts as a corset of sorts as well. It will hold your waist in fairly tightly. Is the rest ok?"

I looked down to make sure everything was straight and was met with a bizarre sight.

Breasts. Not just padded bra breasts either. These looked exactly how nude breasts were supposed to look... and I noticed with an audible "Ack!" that they were even topped with very real looking red buds.

I groaned quietly and looked up at my aunt, "Aunt Akiko... I'm not sure I can do this."

My aunt nodded, "I understand Kyoshi... this certainly wasn't what we had in mind when we thought this up." She sighed softly. I wasn't sure what the sigh was for... for me? For them? For a plan not working out how they expected? For all I knew it could have just been her giving up on it since it did seem so hard on me. That sigh gave me pause, though.

Sakatarou glanced up from his instructions again and said, "Hold on a second..." I stood, trying not to look down. My aunt was looking at my... I hate to say it... ample chest... curiously.

My uncle came over and inspected the prosthetics. For some reason it felt embarrassing, not so much as a feminine modesty for the faux-boobs but rather... that I was wearing them in the first place.

With a sudden gasp from my aunt I realized that my uncle had placed his hand directly on my left... er... breast.

"Sakatarou!"

My uncle just hmmm'd quietly and muttered, "...doesn't look right." then he placed his hand on my back and with a gentle rolling motion pushed the fake breast in towards the middle of my chest. When he did this I felt the cool inside of the prosthetic breast press firmly against the skin on my chest. When he released his hand I could feel the breast tug at my skin underneath as though it had been suctioned there.

If having them was strange, this was strange cubed. My uncle repeated the same thing with the right breast and this time I heard a soft hiss as the air behind it was expelled out the side leaving the shallow alcove pressed firmly against my normal chest.

"There." he stated happily. "That looks more like it."

My aunt had been glaring at him and then relaxed a little. "You're right... they do look normal now."

I looked down to see what everyone was staring at (as if I didn't know) and found that they didn't appear to be quite as large as they seemed to be at first. They looked humongous compared to not ever having any but they didn't appear too terribly out of proportion. Oh who was I kidding, what kind of judge was I from this perspective?

My aunt said, "Wait here a moment." and then walked out of the living room. I stood perfectly still, the disturbing feeling of how the breasts had tugged at the skin of my chest when they moved still haunting me. My uncle got done inspecting me and asked, "Feel weird?"

My eyes shot to him and I said softly, "I'm afraid to move."

He began to laugh and stopped himself from patting me on the shoulder. He glanced at his hand and then flexed it a little and released it to his side. "Well, for what it's worth..." he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "they look good." then grinned playfully.

I blushed, once again partially because _I_ happened to be wearing them, and partially because of the subject matter. Luckily I was saved from any further embarrassment at my uncle's hands by my aunt who reappeared with a tape measure.

"Ok Kyoshi, raise up your arms... let's see what we're dealing with here."

I slowly raised my arms, afraid to move at all. There was a constant pressure all over my chest and waist but there was this constant feeling of weight on my front. I could see my faux-breasts from my lower peripheral vision and could feel them... there... even when they weren't making themselves known flamboyantly. I suddenly found myself dreading walking.

My aunt wrapped the tape measure around my chest, holding it off to the side where I couldn't see, and then she did the same for my waist. A small smile crept over her lips as she stepped in front of me. She eyed me up and down and said, "Nice body!"

I felt my heart sink.

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A/N For anyone not familiar with the term "nice body," it refers to just that... a person with a nice body. (Meaning their "three sizes" are of good proportion) As with many things in the Japanese language there's a whole concept and feeling behind that simple phrase.