2026-01-10: Testosterotastic
- Log: Testosterotastic
- Cast: Tsubasa Seki, Ichika Kawase
- Where: Third-Floor Apartment, Hirasaka
- OOC Date: 2026-01-10
- IC Date: Sat Sep 08 2012
- Summary: Tsubasa just got hooked up with hormone replacement therapy, and they are VERY excited... even if there are some things they're too embarrassed to talk about in front of Shuyo. Ichika recognises the metamorphosis; it's something she's seen even in her own cis life.
- Content warning: Needles, frank discussion of transgender health including mentions of sex attributes and periods
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Saturday is a half-day, which is really convenient: it means that Tsubasa can get to the pharmacy. At which point, of course, they ring Ichika:
"YO ICHIKA GUESS WHAT I GOT 'EM"
Tsubasa's phone call was exactly that productive, and by the time she gets to the third-floor apartment -- the door's open -- Tsubasa and Shuyo are already clustered in the little kitchen.
"Okay, so like, see these vials?" Tsubasa asks, holding something up for him to see. "They need to be kept cool an' shit, but like... that's how they keep 'em."
"How do you get it out?" Shuyo wonders. "There's that rubber cap..."
"Apparently ya jus' shove the needle through that shit?" Tsubasa guesses.
When Ichika appears, the guys part to let her through, as Tsubasa shows her, too: "This is it, man! That's th' T!"
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
"!"
Ichika does come over--and with the door open, she walks right in. Still in uniform, she steps out of her shoes and glides over to see them both. "Hey--"
Ichika's dark eyes light up. "Wow!" Ichika says, marveling at it. "You really got it!"
"That's so cool!"
She stares at the little vial. "Needles though, huh?" she asks. "Is that how it works?"
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
"Fuck yeah, it's cool!" Tsubasa grins. "But yeah, man, it's like... every couple weeks? Doc showed me how to do it, gave me this weird little box an' shit..."
Tsubasa takes it out to the loungeroom, where they, in fact, have a little pack of shit they need. "Uh. Prolly gon' look like a dumbass doin' this," they admit, as they fumble their way through drawing it up; but Tae taught them how to do it all, and made sure they actually got it, so they manage pretty well. There are two needles! One is flat, and screws on and off again once the medicine's drawn up; one is sharp and pointy, and the reason they're not wearing their binder right now is so they can shove it into their abdomen.
(That also means they've changed out of their uniform; they're in a checkered tank and cargo pants, now.)
"Man," Shuyo remarks, leaning on the back of the couch, "that's some hard-ass shit. You better not have to do that at school, bet the Death Boss'll kick your ass if he thinks you're shooting up..."
"Nah, man," Tsubasa shakes their head, shoving the sharps in the sharps bin just as they were shown. "Every couple weeks, remember? Ain't gon' be hard to do it on th' weekend."
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
"Ohhh." Every couple weeks.
Ichika walks along through the apartment to the loungeroom, looking down at the pack. She marvels a little. Right in the abdomen, too--Ichika blinks in surprise at that. "Whoa..."
"You did it!" Ichika enthuses. "Cool. You didn't look like a dumbass at all. Man, how quick's it work? Are you gonna feel any different?"
She's very curious.
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
They did it!! Tsubasa feels real good about that, judging by the way they smile. "Cool," they affirm, on not looking like a dumbass.
"Man... right now it jus' kinda hurts," Tsubasa says, poking at it. "But I guess that happens when you bad at stickin' yaself, so I dunno if it means nothin'..."
They shake their head, flashing another grin. "Oughta see shit in th' next month... some of it might take a couple months, tho'. Like, gon' lose th' fat on me hips, get more hair... apparently me skin's gon' be fucked, but that's whatever, man. Oughta get way stronger arms, smell different... an' some other shit, like, I'll tell ya later."
"You really don't need to be that shy around me," Shuyo points out, dryly.
"H--hey, shut up, man!!" Tsubasa yelps, officially the smallest fish in the pond.
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
"Oh," Ichika says, a little frown about how it hurts--but she beams again a moment later. "You'll get better at it!"
"A moth..." Oh, a couple of months. But--"Wow. So that's a lot!" She thinks about it. "Smell different, huh...? That'll be interesting. All that sounds great to me."
Shuyo is Shuyo about it and Ichika suppresses a laugh. "It's cool," she says. "I'm looking forward to finding out this 'other shit' for myself." She winks.
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
"Yeah, it's cool, like... get all nervous shovin' that in me skin, y'know?" It was in the skin more than anything; Tsubasa pinched the skin and all. "Prolly ain't gon' be shit in a month or two. Do it with me eyes closed."
They probably shouldn't give themself their injections with their eyes closed.
"Yeah, man, an' there's other shit, like me voice changin' an' me periods stoppin'... that can take longer, tho'. Longest one's facial hair, that takes, like, years..." Tsubasa rights their injection kit and zips it up, before they hop up off the couch. "C'mon, I gotta throw this thing back in th' fridge, we can go back to me room."
"See you later," Shuyo grins, and -- did he just wink at ichika. that son of a bitch
(Lance is napping on her NEW DOG BED out here because she had a very big run-around this afternoon, don't worry about it.)
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"I'd be nervous too," Ichika allows. "But that's true. You get used to shit." ...Ichika is not smart enough to pick up on the eyes closed thing.
However, "Oh, sweet, your periods stop?" she asks. "That's gonna be great for you. Mine's starting soon..." Sorry, Shuyo. You gotta deal with periods. But facial hair? "Heh, guys our age can't do it as-is, so like, that's not weird. But cool! That all sounds great."
Ichika grins at Shuyo, and follows Tsubasa to the fridge. "Sounds great," she says.
Lance is ADORABLE Lance!!!!
But Ichika already pet her.
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"So," Tsubasa concludes, when they get into the safety of their room, which isn't actually very safe because it's a SLIDING DOOR and LANCE KNOWS HOW TO OPEN THEM ALREADY, "like, th' first thing I'm gon' see is, like..."
They pause, as they rest a hand on Ichika's shoulder. "How I puttin' this... you know how you're th' one who's suggestin' it most a th' time?" Tsubasa is apparently still shy enough that they're not going to elaborate on what 'it' is. "Yeah, apparently I'm gon' be way more into seekin' that shit out."
Sorry, Ichika, you'll have to imagine the confetti.
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
Lance is napping, it's fine!!
"Yeah?" Ichika asks, and then--hand on her shoulder. 'It'. Ichika picks up on it real quick, even though Tsubasa is shy, and her eyes light up. "That's great!" she says. "I mean, I don't mind initiating or anything, but it's nice to be wanted... you know?"
"So I'm super down."
She will totally imagine the confetti. It's multicolored!
"Is that what it does? Ups your 'interest' and stuff, too?"
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Tsubasa grins, as they assure her: "Don't worry 'bout that none. I really do." It's notable that whenever Ichika does suggest it, subtly or otherwise, Tsubasa tends to be down.
(Well, Shuyo's noted it. And as soon as he figures out how to have the conversation without Tsubasa jumping off the third-floor balcony to escape it, he's gonna check in and make sure they're okay. Not that he thinks Ichika's pushing them into anything, but...
... man, he's noticed how they went from zero to a hundred.)
"Yeah," Tsubasa nods, blissfully unaware of the awkward conversation doom timer ticking overhead. "An' like, uh... makes shit bigger down there, kinda. Prolly won't kick in 'til I get to up th' dose more, doc wants me to start out slow on it an' make sure it won't fuckin' murder me or nothin', but... it'll be cool."
They grin, as they add: "Coolest shit is how me chest's gon' shrink to make up for it. Like, I guess it don't get rid of those things or nothin', but like, there's less fat or whatever there too, I guess?" That's not quite how it works, but it's a pretty good try for a dude who's just eighteen.
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Ichika beams, her black-painted lips widening with her smile, her dark-shadowed eyes sparkling. "Cool."
It's admittedly hard to keep up with Ichika's libido, but Tsubasa sure has been doing it. Is it an issue? Well, Shuyo will sort it out; Ichika certainly isn't... noticing an issue.
"Oh, yeah?" Ichika wonders. "Nice. Gives me a little more to work with, maybe. I'll look forward to it!"
It's serious medication, which gives her a little pause... but she doesn't want to rain on Tsubasa's parade, so they might only notice the moment's hesitation at 'murder me or nothin'.'
But she grins back. "Cool. I bet you'll be relieved about that, too."
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
Tsubasa thinks very much of what is best for Ichika, of course, and less of what they need in life; it's how they were able to go from sidelining their feelings and assuring her that they were happy so long as they could be close to her, to getting real close when she decided to revisit it. Coupled with their follower-nature, it's a question Shuyo has to ask.
... but the truth is, Tsubasa, just, really wants to be close to Ichika, and now they have permission their appetite is really quite ceaseless. (It probably wasn't all that healthy for them to pretend they didn't want to be this kind of special to her for so long, though. ... their self-esteem could use some work, huh?) The extra initiative of testosterone may, in fact, be a remarkably positive thing with regards to Tsubasa actively expressing their want of things instead of happily accepting things.
"Yeah, man," Tsubasa grins, again. "You'll be way into it too!"
Luckily, the worst side-effects are... unlikely to hit Tsubasa, with the strategy they've taken. Unluckily, Tsubasa considers any remote chance a plausible chance. "I'll be fine, man," they assure her, anyway, catching the hesitation. "That's why we got, like, a strategy. Like, first thing she did was warn me I couldn't jus' inject it all at once an' speed it up..."
Apparently that did occur to them.
"Whole thing's relievin'," Tsubasa says, smiling again. "I reckoned it weren't gon' happen... but it really happened. An' a lot a this shit -- it's permanent, man. Even if they take my shit away, they can't take back what I did!"
<Pose Tracker> Ichika Kawase has posed.
It definitely wasn't that healthy... But Ichika was quite oblivious, back then. Ichika, of course, would be happier with Tsubasa expressing what they want instead of just going with what she wants. Not that she doesn't like getting what she wants, but it's important to her to give Tsubasa a chance to express themself, too.
"Super into it," Ichika agrees.
But as to side effects, well--Tsubasa assures her they'll be fine, so... "Oh. Yeah. That's definitely not how medicine works," she says. Her dad's a doctor. She knows these things.
"That's great," Ichika says again. "...I'm really happy for you, Tsubasa. All this shit's nice for me, and all... But more importantly, I see you like.... I don't even know how to describe it."
"But it shows, you know? You're happy with it."
<Pose Tracker> Tsubasa Seki has posed.
If the effects they've read about are anything to go by, Tsubasa certainly will have more opinions about Ichika's favourite activity pretty soon.
Does that count as medicine fixing something...?
Well, it'll help.
"I mean, I thought it might..." Tsubasa sighs, a touch wistfully. "Like, y'know, I jus' cram meself full a th' shit an' I get outta this body? ... but that's super not how it works."
They're grinning again, though, when Ichika says she's happy for them. "Yeah!" They exclaim, and actually exclaim it, like, with an exclamation point and everything. "It's my ticket outta here, man! Like, not here, here, but like --" They gesture, animatedly, for a moment. "Outta this body, man. It don't fit. But all I gotta do is put up with them needles for a couple years, an' I'll be different? It's like... fuckin' magic or some shit. Real fairy dust shit."
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It totally counts!
"Mm, yeah..." It's definitely not. Still, Ichika remains happy, and hearing exclamations out of Tsubasa is wild. "Right!" she says. She doesn't know what it's like, really--to have a body that just doesn't fit, not in the same way that Tsubasa does. But she can see how it affects them. "You'll make it fit instead," Ichika agrees. "I think it's really cool how you found a way to do that. ...Change shit about yourself, when you want to."
"The magic's you."
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"I mean... it's kinda like what we been doin' this whole time, y'know?" Tsubasa wonders, rubbing at the back of their neck. "Like, I got this sick tan," sick is a word for it, Tsubasa, you're dark orange, "started buyin' multicoloured wigs... an' even how ya bleached ya hair an' cut it, y'know? Some real metamorphosis shit, like -- y'know, caterpillars to butterflies, that kinda shit."
They should really get a medal for explaining the big word so naturalistically.
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"Huh..." Ichika listens. It's a cool tan! "Yeah," she says. "Yeah! Like..."
"We're both changing into the people we want to be. A little at a time."
They definitely deserve a medal for it.
"Yeah!"
Ichika starts forward--then, "...Can I give you a hug?"
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"Hell yeah!" Tsubasa offers, in echo. But then --
Tsubasa's expression softens to warmth, hearing Ichika remember their struggles with touch -- why, specifically, they might be more touchy about it now. (Their binder covers their abdomen; they couldn't very well inject themself with it on.) "Sure thing, babe," they say, opening their arms to embrace her.
And by her hair, they add, softly: "... thanks for askin'."
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Ichika smiles, and holds onto Tsubasa, giving them a squeeze and then just staying there for a few moments. "...I'm really happy for you," she says again. "And you're welcome."
"...Wanna go back and hang out a little? It's... kinda nice, being all together, too."
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"Sounds good," Tsubasa grins, against her; it's just audible, until they pull back. "Jus' didn't wanna say all that shit in front a Shuyo-kun while ya here, y'know?"
For being so bold under the right circumstances, Tsubasa is really still quite shy...
But once they head out and start watching some more television, the most important thing of the afternoon will happen.
Lance waking up.