<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/un/03/z5/mebigpants.jpg)</div><div align="center">Aika</div><br/>http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16416?message=true (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16416?message=true)<br/><br/>Starting to feel human again—maybe a bit more so than usual—Aika sighed softly when Daichi looked towards Aori.  She envisioned him offering her the same comfort she'd been offered.  The idea warmed her towards Daichi even when the nurse beat him to it, but...<br/>She never really thought of herself as more than passingly pretty at best, but Aori should be a movie star, or a model.  At least a girl idol.  Just this minute.<br/>Her throat tightened.<br/>With a sigh, she pulled her long blue hair over one shoulder and combed it with her fingers.<br/>Invited to change, she dug around ‘til she found a brush, a black T-shirt, and matching shorts.  She slipped into a rest room and pulled off her uniform.  After scrubbing up in the sink, she studied herself in the mirror.  Her breasts were getting to a respectable size, though they were nothing like the nurses.  Her waist was tight—but she didn’t feel very competitive with Rika for warrior girl looks.  She chuckled ruefully and shook her head, then pulled on the black T Rika had provided.  Realizing exactly how snug it was, she flushed slightly, then shyly rolled it up to just beneath her breasts and tied it in place.  Slipping on the black jean shorts, she looked at herself in the mirror and chuckled at the illusion of a mature, modern girl.<br/><em>This isn’t me, but it’s a fun fantasy.</em><br/>She found a spring in her step as she headed down to the kitchen and started sorting the ingredients, meaning to fix a good dinner for everyone to enjoy.<br/>And just maybe Daichi wouldn't forget she was a girl.<br/>