Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Taking the Revolution ❯ One-Shot

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Yes, this is a lemon. We ALL know what that means... :p

For continuity purposes, this takes place somewhere around
the middle of the first arc; between episodes 5 and 10...
(if you really care, you can pick a spot for it to go.)


SHOJO KAKUMEI UTENA
Taking the Revolution
by Eyewrin "the EVIL Clone" Bergman



There's something different about her today.

Ignoring Rai for a second (he was just a bit too
eager this morning when I asked if he wanted to 'meet' me,
and it'd do him good to simmer just a bit longer) I shoved
into a small knot of waiting schoolgirls just as they all
took a deep breath.

"UTENA-SAAAMA!!"

She only looked up briefly, a furtive glance, then
she looked back down at the ground as she walked on to her
first morning class.

"UTENA-SAMA! UTENA-SAMA!"

No response from the popular freshman.

"Curiouser and curiouser..." I mumbled. Ordinarily,
I could care less about Miki's pink-haired friend; her life
and mine almost never crossed paths, but the expression on
her face...

It was a look of almost blank terror, as though
something was building in her mind; as if she'd seen a new
aspect in something that she'd only taken lightly up until
now...

It was a look that I'd seen all too often in the
mirror.

Rai nudged my elbow, and I realized suddenly that
Utena had disappeared into the building already. "Hey,
Kozue-chan, if we don't hurry..."

I shrugged and smiled. "What, we'll be late to our
first class?" I let the smile drop and said, "Do you think
that I'm not _worth_ being late once in a while for?"

He waved one hand desperately, and I knew that he was
mine. "No, no, not that at all!"

I smiled again, suddenly cheerful. "Good to hear!
Now, let's get going..."


****

I am not, as some might term me, a slut.

Rather, I am a connoisseur. I sample men just as a
wine-taster would try grapes from vinyards scattered across
the world. I've tried men from all walks of life; from fat
and slender to young and old to tall and short from rich and
poor and smart to stupid, I've taken a taste of them all,
and liked it almost every time.

But like a wine-taster with a tooth for one
particular vintage, I always come back to men just a few
years older than me; my upperclassmen in the high school.

I wonder what I'll do about that taste in teenagers
ten years from now?

But for now, I simply make good use of my emergency
kit (a quick douche, a handy napkin, a fresh pair of panties,
and a puff of perfume) and wave goodbye to Rai, in more ways
than one. He's become a bit... boring. Time to find a new
man, one that KNOWS who's in charge of this relationship...

A quick glance at my watch told me that if I hurried,
I wouldn't be late to my first class (which was yet ANOTHER
thing that was wrong with Rai, if you take my meaning), so I
start hurrying.

About three minutes of quick walking later, I found
myself passing the rose garden that odd girl Anthy Himemiya
spends all her time in. My feet slowed down as I heard
Utena Tenjou's voice.

"Himemiya, I didn't want THIS!!! If I'd've known..."

"Utena-sama, it does not matter much..."

"Doesn't matter much?" Utena's voice started to rise,
cracking as it went, and I wonder what could have reduced the
usually unflappable girl to such a state... "DOESN'T MATTER
MUCH?? I... I'm a perfectly n-normal girl, Himemiya. I want
a PRINCE, dammit, not... not..."

Himemiya's voice, the legendarily nice, mild girl who
always had a kind word to you, even if you'd just slapped
her, cut through Utena's wail with a razor's edge. "And do
you think that a _prince_ would want anything but a
_princess_? The Power of Dios that I carry, and that you have
awakened even slightly, has a mind, a _shape_ of its own, and
that shape carries with it..."

"I KNOW what it carries with it NOW, dammit!!"
Suddenly, the door burst open, and I faded behind a column as
Utena ran out. I looked at her closely; was she... crying?

"Curiouser and curiouser," I murmured again. I heard
the door to the rose garden swing shut again, and I continued
on my way.

****

Miki, my twin brother, slammed the door as he entered
our room that night, a pained look on his face. "The council
meeting didn't go well?" I guessed randomly, trying to bring
a smile to his face.

"That wasn't the worst of it," he groused. "At the
study meeting with Himemiya and Tenjou earlier, they told
me..."

He stopped suddenly, and I got the feeling that he'd
been about to tell me something he felt he shouldn't... which
made me even MORE curious. "What's wrong with Tenjou-sempai?"
I'm afraid my tone was rather sharp, and my initial
assumption was proven correct.

Miki's eyes shifted rather uneasily, and I could tell
that he was about to lie to me. He never learned how, the
poor dear; I almost pity his first girlfriend... a woman
doesn't mind being lied to half so much as being lied to
_badly_...

"N-nothing important. She just, um, er..."

I waved one hand irritably, then turned to my
homework. "I'll give you an hour or so to think of a good
coverup. Until then, I've gotta finish this assignment."

I never called him on it, though, and went to bed
that night without my curiousity satisfied. Just _what_ was
going on with Utena? And why would Miki be involved?

Although I may not care to use it much (aside from in
one particular pursuit, of course) I'm almost as intelligent
as my brother, who is a genius. My mind suddenly latched on
to the only connection between them (aside from Himemiya, of
course): The rings that they both wear.

Miki started wearing his after getting it a strange
letter that he stared at for hours before putting it on.

I may not follow Utena around like SOME girls I
could name, but as far as I could remember, she'd ALWAYS worn
that ring. If I needed confirmation, I could ask one of her
fangirls tomorrow.

Maybe it was a long-distance engagement or something?

No, not a chance.

Then again, they HAD been hanging out a lot together
of late... perhaps my brother has secrets from me after
all...

No, Touga had possessed a similar ring. I remembered
it suddenly, because it had been such an odd, amazing
sensation when he'd put that finger and the ring on it to
good use.

Maybe...

"ARRGH!!" I pulled at my hair. I just didn't have
enough data!

Miki didn't wake up at my sudden outburst, for which
I was grateful. I put my head over the edge of my bed (I've
insisted on the top bunk for years) and watched him sleep for
a minute or so.

He's so beautiful. It sometimes surprises me, when
I catch him in an unguarded moment, how beautiful he is.

I'm surprised the girls aren't eating him alive by
now.

I...

I want to make him mine.

God, I'm turning as bad as that sicko Nanami Kiryuu!

I withdrew from my hanging position and plopped back
onto my own bed, sitting crosslegged.

But why do I want him? Because...

Because...

Because he is the innocence I left behind so long
ago. All I want to do is protect him, to guard him from all
the bad, wrong things I know the world holds, to shelter him
within my arms.

I do know, however, that I can't guard him forever...
after all, how well did _he_ guard _me_? Maybe I should find
him a nice girl before some bitch ends up hurting him. Maybe
I should push him towards Himemiya... she seemed nice, if a
bit meek... I'd always wondered where she'd gotten her bad
reputation... was that all Nanami Kiryuu's fault?

Which brought me back that conversation I'd overheard
between Himemiya and Utena. It just _didn't make any sense_.

What the hell was going on?

****

The next day...

Rai had been just as upset as I'd predicted to
myself, but I had some minor experience in this sort of thing
by now, and I managed to back him down with grace and style.
No doubt he was sitting in class, wondering why he wasn't
angry any more...

But I, however, had excused myself from class for a
quick trip to the ladies' room.

We were in the high-school portion of Ohtori that
morning to use a lab for our science class; not at all an
uncommon occurance, and I knew where to go.

As I walked through the empty halls of the Ohtori
high school, I marveled at how... different... it was without
people in it. Sure, there was the dim, muted hum of lectures
from behind classroom doors, but it was so peaceful and
serene; as if it all belonged to me, and nothing else would
EVER disturb this one moment but the clack of my shoes on
the tile floor...

The illusion was shattered as a student turned a
corner, and I laughed out loud as I adjusted my walk to a
much quieter one. He nodded to me, grinned, and walked past.
He looked familiar... maybe I'd met him at that party six
months back? It had been a pretty wild night...

Distracted by that puzzle, I didn't notice the soft
sobbing until I was already in the ladies' room and letting
the door swing shut behind me. Once the door slammed, though,
the sobbing stopped, and I heard the unmistakeable sounds of
someone trying to be very quiet.

Maybe it's just my natural bend of mind, but there
are only a few things I could think of to weep about in the
bathroom, and all of them I am quite qualified to give advice
upon. Call it a... hard-earned wisdom.

But it sure was fun at the time...

Both my brother and I share a chivalrous streak;
it's not something that I tend to indulge often, but this
morning I was feeling, well, a bit wild.

There was only one stall door locked, and due to a
misadventure of mine a while ago, I knew that the doors
could be opened from the outside. I nudged the door in the
proper manner, revealing...

Utena Tenjou, with her trademark red shorts
(honestly, hasn't anyone TOLD her what they say about girls
with red shorts?) and her panties around her ankles. She
took her face away from her hands and looked up at me...

For just a moment, my eyes refused to accept the
reality of what I saw there. I KNEW that Utena was as much
woman as I; perhaps even more so in some areas. I KNEW that.
Truly.

But... there was a rather nice penis hanging down in
the toilet. Attached to HER. My gasp of shock escaped before
I could control myself.

It twitched even as I looked at it, and I knew, right
then and there, that I _wanted_ it, with a sudden intensity
that shocked me. A mocking voice began to sing in the back of
my head. _Kozue-chan's gonna get la-aid. Kozue-chan's gonna
get la-aid..._

Utena burst into tears again, and without thinking I
moved to comfort her, struggling to find words.

"Tenjou-sempai, you're a... how long have you been
a..." I stumbled over the unfamiliar word. Utena's face
curled into a desperate mixture of fear and anger.

"NO!" She shoved me away, then stood up and tried to
run away... forgetting, of course, that a pair of shorts can
make a good makeshift hobble. I moved to catch her, but I
wasn't quite fast enough.

Utena curled up on the floor and started crying
again. "I don' want _this_... I DON'T!"

At this point, I'm going to go off on a bit of a
tangent.

Contractors are lazy, and they are cheap. When they
find something that works, and that doesn't cost a lot, they
buy it, and use it everywhere that they can.

This is the only reason that I've been able to think
of for every single bathroom at Ohtori Academy having inside
locks on the door. But far be it from me to complain about
something that's worked out to my benefit more than once...

I stood up and walked to the door, throwing the bolt
with a snick that echoed in the small room.

Then I walked back to Utena and knelt beside her,
gathering her up in my arms. Seeing out of the corner of my
eye that she'd already kicked one foot loose of her shorts
and panties, I smiled and reached over to take them all the
way off...

I made comforting sounds as I rocked her back and
forth gently, wiping the tears from her face with gentle
hands and the occasional soft kiss (hey, kissing isn't always
sexual!) "Tenjou-sempai, would you like to tell me about it?"

What came out next confused me quite a bit, but it
also made more than a few small mysteries of late clear...

But that isn't important right now. What was
important is that as she spoke I made her comfortable to my
touch, running my hands down her back, in her soft hair (she
flinched for a moment at that, but didn't stop speaking) and
down her cheeks and neck.

She didn't seem too aware of it, but she'd been erect
since I'd first taken her into my arms.

Utena finished her story with a shudder and, "When I
woke up yesterday morning, I had... this..." She paused.
"Himemiya says it's because I'm the Prince, and the Prince
has to be a m-m-man..."

"And?"

That simple question seemed to shock her for a
moment. After that moment was over, though...

"I'm a woman! That's all I've ever wanted to be! I've
never looked at girls that way, and I've never wanted to!"
Her eyes scrunched up again, and she looked like she was
going to cry. "I... I..."

This heralded, in technical terms, my move.

For the first time, I touched her penis, wrapping one
hand around the base. It was fairly long, not too thick; just
long enough to have fun with, but not anything that would
give me any problems... at first. I smiled at the sudden
memory...

"This... is wrong... ahh!" she half-yelped, half-
groaned, and I started to slide my hand up and down her cock
as I whispered huskily in her ear.

"How can what you're feeling _right now_ be wrong,
Utena-chan?"

I brought my hand away, sliding one finger over the
head, and it came away with a line of precum that glistened
in the sunlight through the window. Not wanting to let it go
to waste, I brought that finger up to my mouth and sucked it.
Utena watched me with a half-terrified, half-thrilled look
that I'm all too familiar with. Somehow, seeing it on the
face of a woman instead of a man made it even cuter.

"The answer is that... it can't." I started to
unbutton her uniform shirt as I spoke. "Sex is only _now_,
Utena-chan; it only lasts a glorious moment, and then the
moment is gone. What comes after... what comes before...
THOSE are the things that can ruin sex. I've made this
promise before, and I'll make this promise again: this sex
has no baggage. It's only for that glorious moment."

I tweaked one nipple as I finished unhooking a rather
frilly and shockingly feminine bra, noting with some
amusement that her nipples were almost the exact shade of her
hair. She shivered and said, "But... but..."

I put one finger against her lips; the same finger
that was still coated in my saliva. "No 'buts,' Utena-chan.
Buts are baggage, and I've already said my bit about that,
haven't I?"

With that, I bent down and sucked her as she writhed
on the bathroom floor.

It tasted sweet; she'd washed it just this morning
probably. Thank God, I hate the taste of dirt and... other,
less noble things. As I caressed her breasts with one hand,
my other moved down her body to check on something that I was
quite curious about...

What was my question, and what was the answer?

Why, that's my little secret.

I listened to the noises she made with an amused ear;
the last time I'd had the chance to listen to another girl
having sex, most of my attention had been occupied by the
man occupying me...

But, as I listened to her squeal and moan, I had to
wonder: do _I_ sound like that?

If so, that wouldn't have been a bad thing at all.
Not at all.

I shifted the hand I'd had on her breasts to my own
organ, to check the state of readiness, as it were... and as
my hand slid into my panties and over my clit, I shook and
almost came right there, moaning around my mouthful of Utena.

How long had I been simmering, anyway, to be brought
so quickly to a boil?

Deciding somewhat regretfully to hold off my orgasm
until I put Utena's cock into me, I slid my hand back out of
my panties and put it to work with its partner in crime,
gently massaging her balls with one hand as I slid the other
up and down, occasionally bumping my face.

My mouth I kept busy, sometimes just lightly sucking
on her head, others plunging as far down Utena's shaft as I
could. For some reason, I couldn't quite relax enough to get
those last two pesky inches into my mouth, and I half-glared
at the small tuft of pink hair as I continued to bob up and
down.

I felt the slight... well... _shift_ that heralded
a man's cum, and I pulled away from her entirely, lifting
my hands to my mouth and licking them clean. She looked at me
with an almost crazed expression, and I asked seductively,
"Do you want me to stop now, Utena-chan? Or do you want that
glorious moment?"

"Y-yes! YES!"

Ten seconds later, she was cumming in my mouth.

One of my friends often says that she can't stand the
taste of it, and she looks at me quite funny whenever I talk
about how much I love it.

It's _hard_ for me to resist swallowing it all right
now, but I know all the tricks; I let a small dollop of it
escape from the corner of my mouth as I look into Utena's
eyes. A picture that I still have somewhere proved to me how
sexy this looks, and I'll do anything for my art.

It did its job.

Just as Utena was starting to soften, the sight got
to her at a visceral level, and the limp began to straighten.
Not wanting to let any go to waste, however, I quickly wiped
it off with my hand and licked my fingers clean again.

This is why I'll _always_ move back to younger men.
No matter how skilled older men may be, no matter how much
control they may have, only a few of them have the sexual
strength to get it back up right after spending. This is a
problem for me, because I love the taste of cum and I love
the feel of a man inside me, and I don't like to wait.

With younger men, though, the first time is usually
just to take the edge off them, and give them some stamina
for the second stretch. Heck, sometimes I can convince them
to go for a THIRD time, which is always special; I so love to
taste my juices and theirs mingled on the sweetest lollipop
of them all.

Of course, they walk funny for a few days afterword,
but none of them have complained where _I_ could hear...

Anyway. I quickly worked my way out of my skirt and
blouse (I have it down to a five-second stunt), leaving only
my bra and panties on. Because I hadn't really been expecting
any action this morning, they were fairly plain; not nearly a
match for the bra that was still pushed up around Utena's
neck.

I looked at it for a moment, then chuckle. "Why did
you choose something like _that_, for God's sake? It doesn't
seem... well... you."

Utena almost smiled, a sign that things were going
well. "I... um... wanted to wear something that reminded me I
was a girl... but now..." She looked down at herself, and I
could see her precious cock wilting just a bit.

I shook my head as I reached around to unclasp my
bra. My breasts bounced a bit as I released them, and I bent
down towards her, moving in for a kiss. "Man or woman, it
doesn't matter. All that matters is this: that you enjoy what
I do, and I enjoy what you do."

With that, I touched her lips with mine for the first
time.

It was a shy, almost demure kiss, compared to what
we'd already shared so far; just our lips brushing, but...

I broke away, and slowly peeled off my panties.

I keep myself shaved clean for several very good
reasons, not the least of which is that it makes sex sooo
much better than I would've believed. The first time that a
man ran a razor down my skin... ooh!

I bounced my breasts just slightly, looking down at
them lovingly (can I help it if I like my own body almost as
much as I like a man's?) and when I looked up, I saw that
Utena had shrugged out of her uniform coat and pulled her
undershirt over her head. She started to stand up. "Um... how
are we gonna.."

I put one hand firmly against her stomach (firm, but
with so-soft skin...) and shoved her back to the floor. "Oh,
no," I said softly. "We're going to do this the easy way.
Just lie back and... enjoy the ride."

With a small frown, she laid back, and I lowered
myself onto her. After a moment of adjustment, I fitted her
properly into me... and my decision to hold off on my orgasm
was proven worthwhile as Utena sunk to the hilt inside me and
the sheer _feeling_ of fullness sent me right over the brink.

When my sight cleared, I saw Utena smiling up at me.
"A good one, was it?"

That reminded me of the fact that this was, after
all, a woman underneath me (despite some after-factory
add-ons, if you understand me), and I smiled. "Yes, thank you
very much..." I rolled my hips back and forth just a bit,
grinding my clit against her thatch of hair, and Utena
groaned. "I think I'll return the favor."

With that said, I set to using every trick I've
learned in a year and a half of sex. Some sluts don't know
how to keep themselves tight, or else they're too lazy to do
it, which I can't understand; all it takes is a few simple
exercises to keep almost as tight as the first time. The men
thank you, and you thank yourself...

I love that feeling of fullness, of being filled,
more than anything else; that's why all I did for the first
minute or so was just roll my hips, not moving up and down,
just shifting and rubbing our bodies together. I reached down
and grabbed one of Utena's hands that she'd placed on her
breasts and raised it to my own. "I w-want you to p-play with
my breasts, Utena-chan..." I almost slurred out. Oh, God,
this was good!

She toyed with my nipples for a bit as I leaned down
and started sucking on her own. It was the first time I'd
ever actually had a woman's breast in my mouth, but I had to
admit that it was a lot better than a man's; for one thing,
there was much less hair.

Then Utena got a mischevious grin and suddenly, I
felt her pulling one of my nipples out! I looked down and
saw that it was almost an inch away from my breast, and oh
the pain mixed with the pleasure all together in one giant
flame that burnt through me...

When I recovered again, Utena was still grinning up
at me. "A better one, was it?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice for a moment, then I
say, "Yeah... that's only been done to me once before...
oh..." I knew that my breast would be sore tomorrow, but it
all seemed worth it in the moments after.

Two orgasms and Utena hadn't even spent yet! It might
be a three-orgasm day yet...

When HAD been the last time I'd had three orgasms in
one day? Even Touga had only given me two... and the second
hadn't been so grand...

With that thought, I was determined to get the third,
even if it killed me. Or Utena. Whichever came first...

I raised myself until I could just barely feel Utena
still inside me, then I slammed myself down. She... well...
it's undignified to say so, but she squealed. "Ah!" As I
kept slamming myself up and down, sometimes going faster,
sometimes slowing down and putting power behind it, Utena
started moving with me, and the sound of our bodies slapping
together filled the little room.

"Utena-chan, THIS is wh-what sex is ah-about," I
started to explain as I reached down and toyed with her
nipples. "Oh-oh-only the two smartest species on the planet
have s-sex for pleasure; that's no accident. G-God gave us
this thing. What's sick about this is h-how people get hung
up over it" for a fleeing, uncomfortable moment, I saw a
man's face that mirrored mine, a sad look in his beautiful
blue eyes, then I shook it away "a-and that's wrong."

All of a sudden, I'm struck by the sheer strangeness
of all this - me, bucking and riding a female prince, using
philosophy as dirty talk - and I have to start laughing
through the gasps of sheer pleasure. "I'll bet THIS ha-has
NEVER happened, ever..."

Unlike the first two, this orgasm was coming (pun not
intented) as no surprise to me. I felt it building in my
lower body as I increased my tempo, small inarticulate sounds
coming from deep in my throat. I move my hands away from
Utena's breasts and use one on my own, shifting the other
down to where our bodies were joined. I rubbed my clit,
shifted my lips, and just when I was coming closer to the
brink...

Utena moved my hand aside and started rubbing my clit
herself.

She had a different technique than me. While I liked
to almost savagely attack myself, Utena rubbed me gently,
slowly, almost teasingly. She shifted herself upwards, not
stopping that _wondrous_ friction between us, and put her own
mouth to work on my breasts as her free hand moved to my
ass, rubbing gently.

It was the third time in my life that I've screamed
during an orgasm.

Boy, was I ever glad that the walls of Ohtori were
thick stone...

As I looked down at the top of Utena's head, cradling
it closer to my breast, I decided that it was time to bring
her off.

I may have mentioned certain exercises before for
keeping oneself tight; one fringe benefit to strengthening
those muscles comes in _very_ handy at times like this.

I clenched down on her cock as we continued riding;
not hard at first, but it was enough to make her gasp in
renewed pleasure. I continued the pace, now varying how tight
I was along with how fast I went, until I had her lying back
against the ground again, hands scrabbling against the
ground, sounds _trying_ to come from her throat but just not
able to as more than high-pitched whines, and I leaned down
to her head, clenched as hard as I could just as I hit the
base of her cock again, and whispered in her ear,

"Cum."

She did.

I laid down on top of her for a moment, her cock
still inside me, then slid off and ran my fingers down into
my crotch, coming up with a handful of our juices. Of course,
I licked them right up.

Utena raised herself to one elbow. _Now what,_ her
face tried to ask, but after two orgasms she wasn't quite up
to looking morose.

I answered her question by kneeling back down (oh,
thank the person who decided that the floors of the Ohtori
Academy should be heated!) and taking her cock back into my
mouth, slurping everything I could off of it.

Surprise of surprises, once again she rose to the
occasion.

Yay!

As I worked my skills to the limit, trying to milk
her as fast as possible, closing my eyes in concentration as
her fingers tangled in my hair...

I felt her change.

I'm not quite sure how to describe it, other than
that.

The cock I was sucking was still hers; but it was
someone else's at the same time.

I opened my eyes, and like a ghost superimposed over
Utena's body, there was a man with the same shade of skin as
Himemiya's.

I nodded idly as I started to hum, continuing my
motion. This would be the Prince that had started to change
Utena's body into _his_ image, then. I moved my eyes upward,
and saw...

The most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life.

No, strike that. Miki was still the most beautiful;
this man was beyond mere words. He had... he had...
something, something GRAND, and although it was strangely
familiar to me, I couldn't think of who else had it for a
moment...

Until the illusion wavered for a moment, and I saw
Utena's pale skin under his, and realized that Utena had the
same... feeling... although not nearly as strongly.

This, then, was what it meant to be a prince, to have
that raw _strength_ stretching forth from every fiber of your
being.

I almost didn't feel worthy of sucking him off. But
those are the sorts of situations I start to perform the best
in.

"What's your name, girl?" His voice was lightly
amused, deep, masculine, and suited him perfectly. It also
reminded me of Utena, somehow, despite the two being nothing
alike.

I reluctantly stopped sucking his cock, and as I
pulled my head back, tendrils of cum and saliva clung to me,
joining my lips and his cockhead in a glistening weave. "I'm
Kozue Kaoru, sir..." I wasn't quite sure how to address a
prince, but I also wasn't about to let that stop me.

He chuckled. "Kozue... it suits you, I think..."

Conversation over, I bend back to business. His
fingers clenched the back of my head as I _finally_ managed
to suck his cock in all the way to the base, then I released
it and ran my tongue down his shaft until I reached his
balls, taking first one, then the other into my mouth while
keeping my hand moving on the cock.

"I... I have to tell you, Kozue, that in my previous
job, I've been sucked by some of the best in the land. And
you give _great_ _fucking_ _head_..." With that said, he
grunted again, and I moved my head away from his balls and
started on his cock again.

It wasn't long after that. I swallowed every drop
this time, not wanting to bother with playing around, and
I released his cock reluctantly.

He raised himself on one elbow and ran his fingers
down his body. "I... I'm not meant to live this way again, I
think. I suppose that it's time to let the destiny shape this
girl, instead of presuming to do it myself..." He nodded to
me, noble even naked lying on a girl's bathroom floor. "I'll
probably not see you again, but if you do see me again..."
He started fading out. "...beware... kozue... beware of
me..."

It took my eyes a moment to see Utena after he'd gone
for some reason; and it took several blinks for me to see
her clearly enough to register one very important detail:

She no longer had a cock.

I sighed in regret, but not too deeply; after all, how
would Utena be Utena if she were a man?

Utena had fainted, which didn't surprise me at all
for some reason. I used my emergency kit again, contemplated
giving her a quick douche as well, and decided against it.
I put her clothes back on her gently and half-carried her
into the same stall she'd been in at the start of this whole
incident.

After replacing my own clothes, I unlocked the door
and checked my watch. Still five minutes until the lab was
over? Had it _really_ only been that long?

I stepped out carefully, making sure that there was
no one nearby, and quickly walked back to class.

****

The story I told my teacher was, "I met a female
student having... sexual problems... in the bathroom, and you
_know_ that I'm well-equipped to give someone advice about
that..."

Indeed he did. It's really too bad that his wife
doesn't leave town more often; she has him quite well-
trained...

Sigh. The only problem with having sex with teachers
is that they always think you're only trying to bribe them...

I smiled as a sudden thought occurred to me, one that
would give me access to all the teenage boys I could ever
want.

"What are you smiling about?"

I look up at my friend and say, "I think I'm gonna
become a high school teacher once I finish college..."


AUTHOR'S NOTES

It has been quite some time since I last put a fiction out on
the web for all to enjoy, so I shall re-introduce myself.

Greetings. My name is Eyewrin. I am an Evil Clone. The recent
American ban of human cloning has made me embrace my
clonality, spreading the word that cloning isn't all that
bad, really! (Well, _I'm_ bad, but that's a different story
altogether...)

*ahem* To get to the point of this fic, now...

I love Shojo Kakumei Utena. (The english dub is bad enough
that I NEVER refer to it as Revolutionary Girl.) Chiho Saito
was feeling very, VERY bitter when she concieved most of the
basic story, and I can dig that. A lot.

The one part of the story that I don't like much, though, is
in fact the bedrock that Utena rests upon as a tale.

To wit, it represents good-ol' fashioned heterosexual
relationships as damaging, painful, and too much to bear.

Don't get me wrong, I like lesbians as much as the next guy!
But there are WAY too many cute girls floating around on that
campus for me to enjoy the thought that all of them are
turning to each other...

Okay, that thought's kind of amusing too. But... there's
nothing wrong with heterosexuality, dammit, and sometimes it
annoys me that Shojo Kakumei Utena seems to think otherwise.
So this story is, basically, kind of, in a way, the story of
a good-old fashioned heterosexual relationship.

On the subject of so-called 'dickgirls', though...

I ordinarily detest them. But, after a long, sleepless night,
I had to ask myself, "Why do I find something like that icky?
In what kind of story would I find that to be not only
acceptable, but actually almost fitting into the
storyline..?"

Shojo Kakumei Utena belongs to Chiho Saito and the Be-Papas.
If it belonged to me, I wouldn't've let Akio fuck up and
lose, believe you me... he chose just the WRONG way to break
Utena, he did... what an idiot...