Minarin and I shared the same birthday, went to the same school, were in the same classes. We were best friends, but in an odd couple sort of way. Minarin had blossomed early in high school and I had not. Just a week or so after our eighteenth birthday, she was laying across my bed. We were studying for the biology final exam.
Both still in our school uniforms I couldn't help but note once again the physical differences between us. Minarin was at least four inches taller than me, her round ass filling out the plaid skirt, boobs, just barely contained by the biggest bra she could find in the girls department. Long chestnut tresses that shimmered when the light caught them.
I, on the other hand, couldn't have been more different. Plain featured, barely any figure, I kept my dark hair short, except for under my arms and between my legs. Wore too much eye makeup and skull finger rings as an attempt at being goth, a hard thing to do successfully in a Japanese high school, but dammit if I wasn't giving it my all. Given all that, if it hadn't been for our long history together, I doubt we would have developed the relationship we had.
"Minarin, you seem agitated." I observed. She was having trouble concentrating on this chapter.
"I know, Jun. I am." She looked at me glumly.
"What gives?" I asked.
"It's my stepdad. He keeps making me do things." She admitted.
"Like what?" I said.
"Gross things. Touching me and stuff. Kissing my neck with his liver lips. Pulling his cock out in front of me. Stuff like that." Minarin confessed.
"Have you gone to your mom? Told her about it?' I offered.
"He's sly about it. Waits till mom is out of the house, or too drunk to notice. She said I was imagining things. I'm not. He made me stroke him until he shot. Smells like stale cigarettes and rotten fish. I feel sick about it. I don't know what to do, Jun." She said despondently.
"I'll talk to mom and dad. You can stay with us. At least until graduation. We'll figure it out." I said.
"Thanks, Jun. You're the best." Minarin said, trying to smile.
Mom and dad reacted as I had figured they would, and the next day we all went to collect her things. Her mom had started to resist, but dad pointed out that if the authorities got involved it wouldn't be pretty. She shut up after that. Sitting at the kitchen table draining a bottle of vodka while staring daggers at us removing her daughters belongings.
Minarin moved in with me. I cleared out some space in my closet and dresser for her. We slept together in my bed. It was all just fine.
My little brother Kenji was about the same size as me. A few times Minarin had joked that his clothes would fit me perfectly. I found the comment to be odd at best. Graduation was just a couple of weeks off. Kenji got goofy anytime Minarin was around. I knew exactly why.
I had been applying to job openings for a while, so had Minarin. She landed a position working at the ticket counter for one of the big airlines at the main airport. As luck would have it, I landed a job as a mechanic's assistant at the same airport. Both jobs paid pretty well.
"Let's get a place together." She blurted out a week or so after graduation. "Someplace closer to work."
It made sense. We found a cute apartment in our price range. One bedroom, no elevator but we were used to that by now. Mom and dad threw us a little party, and we ferried our belongings over to the new place.
The mechanics overalls were unisex. And with my name and short hair, lack of tits, everyone just assumed I was a guy. I had always been good with computers and technology, so the control systems on the big jets came easily to me.
Minarin hit the ground running too. Her airline staff uniform showcased her figure, and the fact that she was capable, and a quick learner, had her in good stead in a matter of days.
It was the end of the third week when Minarin had given me the present. I opened the gift wrapped box to find a black t-shirt with a white goth skull on it, and a pair of guys black jeans.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"I... I never thank you for everything you've done for me. This is me saying thanks." Minarin said.
"But these are guys clothes." I pointed out.
"I know. Can I tell you something weird?" Minarin asked.
"Like what?" I replied.
"Your work overalls. I like the way you look in them." She admitted.
"Yeah, but most of the airport staff think I am a guy." I said.
"I know. You should hear the way some of the women talk about you!" Minarin grinned.
"I'm a girl!" I said indignantly.
"I know that. Just try them on. For me." She begged.
