Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ A new Point of View ❯ Closet Trouble ( Chapter 3 )

"In here."

Rei wordlessly walked into the janitorial supply closet, turned and faced Misato. The woman-turned-teen stepped in and closed the closet door behind her. To ensure privacy, she clicked the lock and propped a mop against the handle, then turned to face the clone.

Any other teenage girl would be shocked or nervous, doubly so considering the somewhat twisted grin that Misato wore, the evil glint she put in Shinji’s eyes. But not Rei, who just watched, her red eyes unblinking.

"You are not yourself today, Ikari-kun."

"Got that right." Misato mentally kicked herself. "I woke up this morning feeling like a million yen."

"You have not used your SDAT player today."

"Uh...was in too good a mood for music?"

"You have responded atypically to Asuka’s statements."

"I’m sick of taking her crap."

"Then why didn’t you object when she had you eat mud two days ago?" Rei asked.

"Umm, well..." Misato started thinking that she had to really give Asuka a talking to. "Because that wasn’t my breaking point?"

"That didn’t happen." Rei answered softly. "Asuka never made Ikari-kun eat mud."

"Who are you, exactly?"

"I’m Shinji!" A last-ditch attempt.

"I don’t believe you. I will have to report this to the Commander."

Crud.

"Okay, I guess I have to tell you. I’m Misato."

Rei blinked; obviously, whatever she expected, this was not it. "C--Captain?"

Misato grinned; this was almost worth being exposed. "Yeah. Something happened, we still don’t know what, and Shinji and I swapped bodies."

"I still do not believe you."

"There’s an easy way to test. Just like you did a moment ago; ask me something that only I could know."

Rei considered this. "It could not be anything related to the Angels...Your scar. Where did you get that scar on your leg?"

"Nice try." Misato smirked. "The scar is on my belly, off to one side, and I got it when I was injured during Second Impact. I also had an emergency hysterectomy as soon as I was rescued."

"I believe you now." Rei nodded. "But I will still have to report this to the Commander. It could affect our mission status."

"Don’t bother; I’ve already sent him a message, outlining the situation." A lie, but a small one; she’d composed the message, but not yet sent it. Not until she’d had her fun.

"Very well. Are we done here?" Rei reached for the door handle.

"Hold on a minute. Why don’t we take advantage of this situation?"

Rei paused. "In what way?"

Misato tilted her head. "You must have some curiosity, right?"

"About?"

"Well, about this situation. Can you not see some possibilities?"

"Yes. For example, you will likely not be able to pilot EVA-01."

Misato sighed. "I mean, some possibilities outside of mission."

"No."

Misato rolled her eyes. "Look, haven’t you ever been curious about the male body?"

"I am well versed in anatomy."

"What is it with you? Are you a blue-haired droid?" Misato considered for a moment. "Look, it’s perfectly natural for a teenage girl to have an interest in boys. Consider: I’ve got the use of a male body right now. It’s not mine, and the previous tenant probably wouldn’t object to what I have in mind." She raised her arms, holding them outright. "Here’s your big chance, to satisfy all your curiosity and urges. You gonna pass that up?"

Rei frowned, tilted her head. She turned back to face Misato, looked her body up and down, as though assessing.

"Yes."

Misato sighed in disgust. "Okay, then. Consider this instead. I’m in a really unique position right now. I’m a female, trapped in a male’s body. Right? So I’ve got a chance to...experiment. You know. Find out some of the differences."

Rei nodded. "For one, your center of gravity will be different. For another, you will require different plumbing fixtures--"

"I know, I can pee standing up." Misato grinned. "But I was interested in the differences in...tactile sensation."

"How things feel."

"You don’t have to talk down to me."

"Sorry." Rei lowered her eyes.

"But you’re right. Now, I’ve not noticed any difference in day-to-day activities. But I’m betting that...more intimate forms of tactile sensation would be different."

Rei blinked. "You mean sexual contact."

"Yes." Misato was relieved; she didn’t think she’d ever get through to this girl. "I think it would be a good idea, in the interest of science, if we were to pursue such things."

"But you are not a scientist, nor am I."

"AARGH!" Misato threw her hands up, then started laughing. Rei watched, not speaking or moving.

"All right, Rei. How about if I put it this way? I’m curious and I’m horny. I’ve had lots of sex over the years, but always as a female. Here’s my chance to experiment as a male. And this teenage body is flooded with hormones. I’m just looking for a chance to play, okay?"

Rei nodded. "We could have saved a lot of time if you’d merely said this from the beginning. How should I start?"

Misato glanced around. "Well, there’s not a lot of room in here for my usual gymnastics...how about with a blow job."

"Where should I blow?"

"No, it’s an expression. Oral sex. Using your mouth, lips and tongue to please your partner."

Rei considered this. "I am to use my mouth to give you pleasure...Where?"

"Good grief, have you never considered this?"

"No."

Misato sighed, unzipped her jeans, and pulled out her borrowed cock.

Rei’s face did not change at all.

"Trust me, it’s quite large for his age."

"I am aware of the average in sizes. If I am to use my mouth, I will need to alter my position for better access." She carefully knelt on the tile floor, and examined Shinji’s most prized possession. "It is engorged with blood, rendering it stiff; a precursor to intercourse."

"First time I’ve ever seduced a computer," grumbled Misato.

"How should I proceed?"

"Well, generally you start with your tongue."

Rei dutifully stuck out her tongue.

"...on the dick."

"Dick?" It came out funny, as Rei’s tongue still protruded from her lips.

"Slang term for penis. Along with cock, staff, stick, tool, tallywhacker--" Misato’s recitation was cut off as Rei leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of said implement. The feeling of Rei’s wet tongue against Shinji’s dick was rather nice, but Rei lacked all talent; the lick might as well be done by a dog. She leaned back and said, "Was that correct?"

"More or less."

Rei resumed licking, covering as much of the surface as she could reach with her tongue.

"Okay, try putting it in your mouth now."

She slid Misato’s tool into her mouth, and Misato yelped in pain. Rei pulled back, and said, "Was that wrong?"

"Careful with the teeth!"

"I’m sorry."

"God, I hope I never did that to any guy I’ve known!"

Rei wrapped her lips around her shaft again, sliding it in carefully. Misato gasped. "Oh, that’s nice." Rei pulled back, and began to move up and down the shaft with her mouth. Misato felt her knees weaken, and she leaned against the wall for support. "Use your tongue at the same time."

Rei nodded slightly, and pressed her tongue against the underside of the dick, still moving back and forth along its length.

"The tip is the most sensitive part; concentrate on that more than the rest."

Rei pulled the cock almost all the way out of her mouth, and stopped at the end, her tongue still pressing against the bottom of the glans. Her head movements became short, moving just the tip between her lips.

"That’s good, but don’t neglect the rest. When you’ve got it out that far, run your tongue around the tip." She chuckled. "I knew someday I’d be coaching a girl through her first blow job, but I hardly expected it’d be on me."

What a rotten time for her cell phone to ring.

She sighed, "Alright Rei, keep that up, but slowly...make it last..." Misato pulled the cell phone out and flipped it open. "HellLO!" Misato said, her tone changing as Rei, a rather fast learner, shifted from her tongue to taking the length in her mouth again.

"Misato-san?"

Misato sighed; it was her former voice, sounding nervous. "Yes, its me," Misato answered. "Can you make it Quiiiick?" Misato’s words slurred again; Rei’s technique was improving by the second.

"Misato-san, I think I did something very wrong..." Shinji continued.

"Oh, god, please tell me you didn’t order food and then sleep with the delivery guy...I did that once, and he wouldn’t stop bugging me for weeks."

Misato could swear she could hear her former eyes widening. "W--What?!?"

"A joke, Shinji, a joOOKE!" Misato groaned again, leaning against hte wall for support.

"Misato-san, are you okay?" Shinji asked. Misato grinned, looking at the albino between her new legs, working the shaft.

"Yeah, just have a bit of a hard problem... but I got someone working on it."

"Is it a math problem?"

"Yeah, one of geometry...with some biology thrown in..." She gasped. "Listen, Shinji, I gotta get off...I’m deep into this problem...Whatever you did, it can wait for me to come there to fix it."

Rei pulled off Misato’s cock and looked up. "You’re speaking in a non-obvious way...should we not be having sex?"

Apparently, Shinji kept the mic on his cell phone at maximum gain. "YOU’RE HAVING SEX WITH REI!!?"

"Jeez, tell everyone, why don’t you? Look, whatever you did, I’ll fix--"

"Never mind." Was that how she sounded when she was pissed off? "It’s obviously not a problem after all."

The line went dead. Misato shrugged, and put the phone away. And gasped, as Rei returned to the task at hand. Or at lip, or whatever.

Misato could feel the pressure building; this body was young, and regardless of its endurance (and Rei’s lack of practise), she just couldn’t contain it much longer. She leaned back against the wall, trying to clutch it with her fingers to maintain some semblance of control... ---

Asuka hesitated before the closet door. Shinji had made it pointedly clear, even without saying a word, that he wanted to speak to Rei in private. Not that she really cared what he thought, under normal circumstances. But the current circumstances were really suspicious, and warranted some circumspection.

Or in her own terms, she didn’t want her ass kicked, so she didn’t want to get caught.

To hell with caution, she decided, and pressed an ear to the door...

"God, Rei, I’m gonna--"

Her eyes bugged.

A yelp came from the closet, in Shinji’s voice, then a long, drawn-out sigh. A pause, then, "God, I’ve been doing it wrong for all these years. You didn’t have to swallow, you know."

Her eyes now resembled tea saucers for size and shape.

Rei’s quiet voice: "I didn’t want to get any on my uniform. Am I not supposed to swallow?"

Shinji’s voice again: "Well, not unless you really want to."

Rei: "I do not think I would want to again. The taste is unpleasant."

It was too much. Asuka stepped back, grabbed the handle and wrenched it. Something snapped in the latch, and the door flew open.

"What the hell is--"

For the first time in her life, she was struck completely speechless.

Shinji was leaned up against the back wall, his fly open. Kneeling in front of him, with one hand on his erect cock and a bit of white fluid dribbling out of the corner of her mouth, was Rei.

Shinji hurriedly pulled his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. "Asuka! Err...your timing could be better, I gotta admit."

Rei wiped her mouth, and quietly said, "I hope this helped you." She stood up, and walked off down the corridor.

Asuka closed her mouth with an audible click. Then opened it again, as though to speak. But she couldn’t seem to find a word to say about the scene she had just seen. Not a single word. Not one.

Shinji turned towards her, and raised a hand. "First off, this isn’t what it looks like--"

"Not what it looks like?" Finally, she found some words. "It looks like you just got a blow job from Rei!"

Shinji winced. "Why don’t you just take out a billboard ad?"

"Why her? She’s a goddamn android! She--" Asuka paused, remembering what she’d heard earlier. "You’ve been doing it wrong? You mean you’ve been--"

"NO!" Shinji had both hands up now, in a posture of denial. "I just--I figured I’d been approaching her wrong, is all."

"For years? You’ve only known her for--"

"Seems like years." Shinji sighed.

"Wrong approach, eh?" Asuka crossed her arms and scowled. "Looks like the right approach was to simply ask her, huh?"

Shinji shrugged. "Didn’t really expect it to work."

"Obviously it did." Asuka stepped a bit closer to him. "I always knew you were a pervert, Shinji, but conning a girl into giving you a blow job during lunch hour..." She shook her head, and again asked, "Why her?"

"Why not?"

"Why didn’t you ask ME?!"

There was an awkward silence, broken by Asuka. "That’s not what I meant."

"Heh."

"It wasn’t!"

"Of course not." Shinji grinned, an evil look in his eye. "You wouldn’t have the guts."

"I--" She scowled. "Look, pal, anything Wonder Girl can do, I can do better." She sniffed. "I just have better taste."

Shinji grinned. "Sure about that? Perhaps you want to take the Pepsi challenge?"

Asuka scowled, turned and stormed off. * * * * *

Shinji threw the phone onto the couch cushion in disgust. He couldn’t believe Misato could have sex with Rei. What did she do with his body that he couldn’t, or didn’t? For some reason, oddly enough, this made Shinji feel much less of a man.

The air started to cool the warm juices now on his thighs, alerting him to the problem for which he had called Misato in the first place. Shinji peered down at his smooth, glistening inner thighs, amazed at the amount of lubrication Misato’s body produced. A scent of women’s musk started to fill the room, evidence of his foreplay. "There’s so much..." Shinji marveled, running a finger over the juices, feeling the tips collect it.

He brought the fingers up to his face, looking at the clear, glistening fluid Misato’s body produced readily and sniffed. The scent was sexual, no doubt about it. Something about the aroma stirred his spirits, and he felt his nipples becoming hard. He realized that Misato’s fluids, much like anything else about her body, was tormenting his poor teenage mind with sexual arousal.

Shinji wasn’t sure to be amazed or upset, being able to get aroused so easily. Back in his old body a single masturbation usually calmed his nerves for most of the day.

"A shower," Shinji muttered softly as he stood. "That’s it... I’ll take a shower. Cold shower..." Shinji muttered, making his way to the bathroom, leaving Misato’s discarded panties near the couch.

Shinji entered the bathroom slowly, almost jumping at the reflection in the mirror. He breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the topless beauty was him, not an intruder.

"Just rinse and get out..." Shinji said to himself, repeating it as a mantra as he stepped into the tub. The nervous boy/woman reached down, turning the knob to the coldest setting and then pulled the knob to turn on the showerhead. Instantly, icy dropleys of water assaulted Shinji’s new sensitive skin, almost making him want to jump out of it, moreso than before. Through clenched, shivering teeth, Shinji took in a breath of air, turning, letting the cold water run down his curves, rinsing the evidence of his moment of weakness.

Despite the cold water, he felt his nipples crinkling still. He reached up, touching one, and gasped; they were even more sensitive than before.

"This is not gonna work!"

Defeated by the very cold water in which he had sought salvation, Shinji turned the knob to a more tolerable temperature. A light whine could be heard through the walls, the sound of the hot water rushing in from the water heater. The shower water started to warm, relaxing Shinji. "Might as well get this body clean...no knowing how long I’ll be in it." He grabbed a sponge and some body wash.

He applied a very liberal squirt of the cool white soap onto the sponge. He worked the sponge between his two hands, building up a light lather before starting the task of cleansing this body he had inherited. He started simple enough, much like he would his own body, with his arms.

After the arms, and without even realizing what he was doing, Shinji moved the sponge against his chest, another gasp escaping his lips as the rough sponge ran against his nipples. "Oh! I keep forgetting about these!" he whispered.

As Shinji stood there, powerless from the shock, he could feel the soap suds running off his chest, down the cleavage, and further, following the curves and finally making it to the drain. "Just... treat it like normal," Shinji ordered himself, taking the sponge and rubbing it against his new chest again. This time he tried to stifle the gasps and moans, knowing the sound of Misato’s aroused voice would only encourage him.

The sponge rolled against the firm mounds, cleansing them. The sensation was almost too much for Shinji. Thoughts entered Shinji’s mind as he washed the breasts off in the showerstream, feeling the soap run off. Thoughts like ’I wonder how many guys have seen Misato-san’s breasts....’ and ’I wonder if I can suck on them..." The latter was definitely filed for later.

The sponge moved lower, now washing off Misato’s firm stomach. For someone whose diet is comprised of 80% beer, Misato sure didn’t have a beer belly. The sponge moved to the side, rubbing the waist, which to Shinji felt almost paper thin compared to Misato’s hips and shoulder length. It touched briefly on her scar, somehow feeling both more and less sensitive than the surrounding skin, and he wondered again how she’d got it. Next the sponge moved down to the hips, Shinji washing off the wide curved flares. It seemed somewhat silly that this was the time Shinji realized what ’hourglass figure’ meant.

Shinji knew what came next; the source of the mess which he was trying so hard to clean up. "I hope I don’t hit that again..." Shinji muttered, half knowing he was lying. With a deep breath Shinji ran the sponge over Misato’s most private area, giving a yelp and shiver of brief pleasure.

"All right, that’s clean..." Shinji said, not caring if he was right or wrong. Quickly, Shinji took the showerhead and quickly rinsed off Misato’s body and shut the water off before he had an excuse to do a more thorough cleansing.

Of course, Shinji didn’t know just how distracting drying would be. * * * * *