The Three Fates of Shinji Ikari

Chapter 3
Choice 2

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Chapter Description: What happens if Shinji goes into Asuka's room first?

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=Choice 2=

Asuka had more clothes than Shinji could count, which made it more logical to put all her things away first, to get the hard part over with.

“Christ...” the boy sighed. “How can someone afford this many clothes? She’s gonna grow out of them eventually once she’s an adult...” As the Ikari boy made his way to his teenage tormentor’s room, placing her clothes in their respected drawers, something caught his eye. Stopping, he looked over to a black lacy piece of cloth that was supposed to be the girl’s underwear. However, the thong was WAY too exotic to be associated with Asuka’s usual silk and cloth panties. The ebony underwear captivated Shinji for countless seconds, until a dirty thought ran through his head.

Mind you, it wasn’t the usual dirty thought that would arise in such situations for him. In fact...it was dirtier than the thoughts that pass through 90% of all boys Shinji’s age. Looking around the room, as if to see if there were any ninjas or spy-cameras watching him, the brunet boy stripped down to his bare skin. His heart pounded within his small and underdeveloped male chest as he shakily put his feet through each leg-hole of the garment, then twitchingly pulling the clothing up until his would-be manhood was tucked snug in the see-through material. Hesitantly gazing into the full-sized oval mirror the panties’ owner kept in her room, Shinji looked at himself. Though a boy, Shinji was skinny enough and had enough of a cute face that he actually thought that he could pass off as a prepubescent girl...grant it, a girl with male equipment....but a girl, nonetheless.

One would think this would be enough ?experimenting’ for a boy already insecure with his sexuality, but the already cross-dressing Eva pilot went a step further. He managed to find the matching lace bra that went with the undies and bent forward to grab it. As he did so, the feeling of the string in the back against where the sun didn’t shine stirred unusual feelings within the boy. Shaking them off, Shinji looked at the lacy bra and its sexy form. He had never once been taught how to fasten such a foreign piece of clothing unto himself, yet it only took a few seconds for the boy to secure his upper underwear. Gazing back at the mirror, Shinji was rewarded with a sight he never expected to see. There in the mirror was a teenage girl with boyishly short brown hair and a flat chest wearing lingerie that looked like it was meant for Misato.

“Tee-hee!” Shinji threw his voice an octave higher and struck a sexy pose to himself. “Geez, do I really look better as a girl...?” he slumped as he realized how stupid he looked as a bourgeoning transvestite.

“I believe ?cuter’ would be a better word, Ikari,” a familiar nearly monotone voice spoke from behind Shinji.

“Kya! Ayanami!?” the boy panicked as he tried to cover himself with his discarded clothing. “I...Um...It’s...I’m not...!” he futilely tried to find an answer while still wondering how the hell Rei made it into his home without his knowing.

“Why are dressed as such, Ikari?” Rei tilted her head to the side in slight amusement.

“Uh...I...” Shinji tried desperately to fight his thermal expansion and his reddening face.

“Is it possible that you are more comfortable as a female, Ikari?”

“Rei...P-Please don’t’ tell anyone about this...” Shinji bowed before the albino mystery girl. “I just wanted to try them on, that’s all.”

“Is that the truth, Ikari?” Rei asked.

“Yes, I swear.”

“Then I have a request of you, Ikari.”

“Huh?” Shinji blinked.

“May I try on your male clothing?”

No words were exchanged for several moments after Rei spoke.

“Wh-What?”

A smile crept across the blue-haired girl’s face. But this was not the smile she wore after the fight with Romiel, the 5th Angel. It was a devious smile with a blush. Grant it, it was more subtle than what most devious smiles could be, but a major change from the normal, expressionless visage of the clone girl.

“I would like to wear your clothing, Ikari. I will even wear your undergarments as well. In exchange, you must wear my clothing.” Rei was in her school uniform at the time, so this would mean that Shinji would wear a...skirt? He gulped.

“Um...Well....Uh...Is that all?” the frightened son of Gendo blushed.

“Yes, Ikari.”

“Well, alright...” the boy turned away from Rei as she stripped and headed out of the room. “Wait, Rei! Where are you going?” he called out to her, but used the time to change into her uniform on the ground. ?Hm....’ He thought to himself as he fastened the skirt. ?A little breezy, but kinda comfy that way...’ his face went into a pink tint as he twirled around in the outfit. It felt so....natural for him to wear such a set of clothes.

As Rei returned, she was wearing one of Shinji’s school uniforms, the unused black jacket as well.

“How do I look, Ikari?” Rei asked with a bit more feeling than one would think her possible of expressing.

“Um...Nice...” Shinji fidgeted.

“So, I...” Rei blushed. “I look handsome...?” she scratched the back of her head instinctively.

“T-Totally!” Shinji stepped forward. “Just...um,” he paused.

“What?”

“Uh, hold still for a second, Ayanami,” Shinji approached his fellow cross-dresser and fixed her hair to part to her left, a more boyish look to it all. “There, now you look like a handsome guy,” he smiled.

Rei’s otherwise pale cheeks lit up as she looked at herself in the mirror. As she turned to look at the Ikari boy once more, she wore the same subtle devious smile. Shinji gulped.

“Ikari,” she crossed her arms across her bra-less chest. “I would like to go on a ?date’ with you,” she said in a slightly stern tone.

“What?! Really?” the boy’s eyes grew to the size of saucer plates. “Um, sure! Just, let’s get changed back into-”

“No, we’re staying in our current clothes,” Rei commanded.

“Huh?!”

“I will not go on this date unless you are in my clothing and I am in yours, Ikari.”

“B-But...Everyone will see that we’re wearing the other’s clothes...”

“Did you not just tell me I looked like a handsome boy, Ikari?”

“Uh...”

“Did you not jus tell me I looked like a handsome boy, Ikari?” Rei reiterated.

“Uh...Yeah, but-”

“And did I not just tell you that you looked cuter as a girl, Ikari?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Then we will be able to pass off as the opposite sex. Now, let’s go, Ikari,” Rei pulled the blushing teen boy with her as they got the other’s shoes on. “Hm...” Rei noticed her feet fit perfectly in Shinji’s sneakers. “Your shoes fit just fine, Ikari.”

“Um...Yours do too, Ayanami...” Shinji gulped as he noticed Rei’s footwear fit perfectly.

“Rikku,” Rei said bluntly.

“Huh?”

“You will call me ?Rikku’ on our date to further our ruse. And I will call you ?Shinobu’.”

“But-!”

“No buts,” Rei frowned. “Do you understand, Shinobu-chan?” she looked at the boy as if he was a timid girl now.

“Um...Right, R-Rikku....-kun...” he meeped.

“Good girl,” Rei, or rather Rikku, smiled as the two of them left the house and headed downtown. ?Shinobu’ felt like all eyes were gazing at him as he walked with ?Rikku’ down the streets of Tokyo-3...and they were.

“Wow, check out that chick!” one teen boy gawked. “Even if her hair’s short, she’s so fucking hot!”

Shinobu looked downward to hide his blush.

“Hey, sweet-cheeks,” a tall and older boy stopped in front of him. “How about your dump this albino prick and hook yourself up with a real man?” he put his manly hand on the cross-dresser’s shoulder.

“Back off, ass-wipe,” Rikku snorted slightly as she slugged the older boy in his gut with inhuman strength, sending him back into a caf?-fence. “She’s MY girl,” the blue-haired tomboy frowned at the fallen teen with ire. “Come on, Shinobu,” she looked back at her date. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“Uh, s-sure, Rikku-kun,” Shinobu nodded as he followed her to a semi-glamorous restaurant to spend the afternoon dining at. The place was very western in its atmosphere, and had foods from both sides of the world in multiple varieties. The waiter at the front desk greeted the couple with a pleasant smile and spoke very properly with a fresh and crisp pronunciation of his syllables.

“Good afternoon, sir and lady,” he gave a bow, revealing his balding hair kept short and neat. “Table for two? Or are the two of you expecting more?”

“Table for two, please,” Rikku responded before Shinobu could.

“Very well, sir, this way, please,” the elder gentleman led the two teens to a table booth in the less populated spot of the restaurant, near a window to the sunny outside. “Now, what might I get for you two to drink?” The waiter took out his writing book and miniature pencil to begin the order-writing.

“Warm sake, if you please,” Rikku responded flatly but with a serious tone.

“I’m so very sorry, sir,” the man’s expressions grew somber. “We cannot serve alcohol to minors.”

“Then here,” she presented her Nerv identification card to the waiter, her finger carefully placed over her real name.

“Oh...I see, well, um...” he stuttered as he debated whether to break the law to yield to one so important to the city’s safety, or, to follow the law and invoke the wrath of his establishment’s mother company. He chose the former. “Very well, sir. And what would the young lady like as a beverage?” he turned to Shinobu as sweat accumulated at his brow.

Shinobu turned pink at being called a young lady.

“Um, I’ll have some green tea, please...” the real boy fidgeted.

“Very well,” the waiter gulped. “I’ll have your refreshments in a moment and then will take your orders for your meals.” And with a bow and a shuffle away as discrete as possible, the older man scurried off to fetch the rice wine.

“Re- I mean Rikku!” Shinobu whispered. “What are you thinking getting something like sake??”

“I wish to drink some,” she responded. “Because I am curious as to how it tastes and as to how pleasant ethanol makes one feel.”

“Urm...Well...Alright. Just don’t tell anyone we did this too...”

Shortly afterwards, the waiter returned with the drinks, placing them before each of his customers. “N-Now, what might the both of you like to order?”

“Your finest Kobe steak, please. Rare,” Rikku said without hesitation.

Shinobu suppressed a gasp. Rei eating meat?? What was going to happen next? Was she going to take him to a hotel for sex after the meal?

“And for the lovely lady?” the gentleman turned to the ?girl.’

“Uh, s-salad...please?” Shinobu decided to play his role as the girl and order something light and low-fat.

“Very well. I’l have your orders in a moment. Thank you very much,” the waiter bowed once more as he took the couples’ menus and went to place the orders.

“Rikku, since when do you eat meat?” the boy protested again.

“Since now. It is customary for the boy to eat steak at a restaurant, is it not, Shinobu?” The blue-haired drag-prince answered plainly as she slouched back a bit, like a boy would do.

“Well, as long as you’re comfortable with it...” he sighed. “Rei, what were you doing at my house earlier anyways?” Shinobu decided to get some answers.

“I was looking for the Major to discuss an issue involving our Evas, but she did not appear to be home. Once I saw you in Pilot Sohryu’s under-clothing, I decided that I would try such a thing as well, along with a date.”

“Oh...Well...Do you like me, Rikku?” the boy gulped with a blush. Rikku took a sip of her sake, a slight twinge of pink to her otherwise white cheeks rising along with the corners of her mouth.

“Yes, I do, Shinobu,” she smiled for the second time to the Third Child. “I often wonder about why you dislike your father so much, despite all that he has done for humanity.”

“That...” Shinobu frowned. “That’s because he abandoned me,” he huffed. “He shunned me after my mother died, and even told me the only reason he had me come out here was that he had a use for me. I’m just a tool to him, not even his flesh and blood as far as he’s concerned...”

“But did you try to understand his side of the story...?” the albino girl took another sip, her face a brighter shade of pink now. “Maybe he can’t look at your face without seeing you mother’s face. Maybe he feels responsible for your mother’s death, and thus doesn’t know how to act around you...”

“He could at least tell me he loves me...Even if it was just once,” the boy pouted in sorrow.

“Does anyone tell you they love you, Shinobu-chan?”

“No...I don’t think I can remember anyone after my mother telling me that.”

“Alright,” Rikku, now a bit tipsy, smiled. “I love you, Shino-chan.”

Time seemed to stand still for the two pilots as the young clone girl made her confession (even if it was partially from inebriation).

“Y-You mean it, Rei, I mean, Rikku?” Shinobu brightened up, tears welling in his eyes. “You’re not just saying it to let me hear something like that, are you?”

“Nah...” Rikku shook her head. “I think I really do Shinnnnobu.” She paused. Boy did the buzz of alcohol feel geat! “Here, Shino-channn,” she offered her cup to her date.

“But...It’s illegal...” the blushing cross-dressing boy gulped.

“We’re Nerv pershonel, shilly,” Rikku giggled. “We can do whateverrr we want!” She then cackled.

“Well, okay.” With a sip, Shinobu felt a warmth cascade throughout his body, a tingling all over. He looked at Rikku and asked for more, and in no time at all, the two became drunk.

“Hey, Shinomu,” Rikku slurred. “Let’sh go shomeplashe more...private,” she giggled drunkenly.

“Okay, Rikuuuu,” her date laughed too as they left the restaurant without paying or eating their meals, Rikku leading them to the red district of Tokyo-3. The shops were abuzz with perverts and kinky couples alike. Rikku wanted something she had seen on a computer in a Nerv video file Lieutenant Ibuki kept on her station. Looking around, she found the said item at an antiquated boutique. The shop stank of incense and sex, but the two were two plastered to care.

“Eshcushe me ma’am,” Rikku asked the old shop-keeping woman at her counter. “I want that thing there,” she clumsily pointed to a mahogany strap on that looked like it was from before the Meiji Era.

“What would a naughty girl like you want with a strap-on that old?” the wrinkled woman asked Rei.

“I’m not a girl!” she giggled. “I’m pretendin’ ta be a boy.”

“And your boyfriend is pretending to be a girl too?” she grinned with her half-toothed mouth.

“I’m a pretty girl, mind you ol’ lady!” Shinji slurred. “Right, Rikku? I’m really cute ash a girl , huh?”

“Yesh, a verrry pretty girl,” Rikku nodded stupidly as she and her date hugged and kissed sloppily in alcoholic stupor.

“Very well, you two,” the woman grinned secretly as she brought the device to the counter. “That will be ten-thousand yen, please.”

“No! That’sh too high!” Rikku protested. “I’ll pay no more that fifty-thousand, ol’ lady!”

“You drive a hard bargain, ?sir’,” the woman chuckled. “Fifty-thousand it is.”

“An’ I only gotsh a credit card, ish dat okay?”

“Of course, young man.” With a swipe of Rikku’s Nerv income card, the transaction was made.

“Hahahaha! I tricked you to pay lesh for thish! Shee ya ol’ lady!” Rikku laughed haughtily with her date as they left the district.

“Where to know, Rikku-kun?” Shinobu asked dazedly.

“A hotel, shtupid! We’re gonna fucky fucky!” she yelled aloud, forcing many to eye the pair as they ran by. The hotel they picked was a grand one, spanning ten stories tall and built with a swanky appearance. But Rikku and Shinobu were too drunk to appreciate it as they paid for a night and rushed to their room which, you guessed it, was room 69 (per Rikku’s request).

“Okay then, Shinobu-chan,” Rikku locked the door with her fumbling hands. “Go take a shower and get all clean ?n pretty for me while I get nishe and hard,” Rikku instructed and pushed her date into the bathroom. Too drunk to think straight (or be straight, it seemed) Shinobu stripped and soaked in the hot water and then dried off, the towel around is body in the feminine manor. Rikku greated him nude save the wooden mini-staff on her groin. “Look how haaard I am for you, Shinomu,” Rikku stroked her false length, imagining the chills up her spine she could get if it was real. “Shuck me, bitch!” she commanded in a pseudo-male voice.

Nodding with a blush and a tee-hee, Shinobu et his towel down and crawled erotically over to his partner and suckled her arboreal hard-on. It tasted salty, and kinda musky too, but that didn’t stop him from sucking with all his might, hoping his ?boyfriend’ would do the same for his loins. Back and forth, his head bobbed along the length, Rikku actually groaning from it all. A heat built between her legs, and lengthened to the hot and wet sensation surrounding the wooden cock her date was sucking. Her entire world became her penis, the very sword she was denied at birth had been given to her as she felt a pressure within escalate.

Shinobu felt a similar change within his body, albeit different. He had been rubbing the tip of his flaccid phallus, but it kept receding, pulling back. Further and further he had to reach to massage the now pea-sized nub, his body electrified with a current of pleasure like nothing he had ever felt before.

“Shino-chan! Swallow it!” he groaned as his staff became real, erupting a long spurt of hot white slime into the eager boy’s mouth, and at that very moment, Shinobu’s testicles retracted, and crated a small slit which in not time at all gave a spray of incontinence at her pleasure. Her body became a world of wave after wave of electricity surging within her very being, her body feeling a tightening sensation within her girlhood.

Rikku fell back, his breathing heavy but felt lighter as he felt his chest become less encumbered. He looked down to see that his breasts receded and his chest and shoulders broadened. He even felt two thick pops down below his penis, and felt as two orbs in a sac swelled to full size below his manhood in place of the snatch there before.

He gazed back at Shinobu as she savored the thick flavor in her mouth, rubbing her now moistened womanhood and cuppong her seemingly flat chest. But upon closer inspection, he found that his girlfriend’s shoulders and chest waned in width as her pectorals ballooned to a low B cup, her hips widening as her waist thinned.

“Shinobu! You’re a girl now!” Rikku sobered up shortly after, gasping at her teenage-deepened voice.

“Huh?” the girl asked as she gulped her snack down and looked at her body, screaming girlishly in shock.

“What- What happened?” the albino boy tried to find the straps to the strap-on, but realized it had merged with him and became his genitals.

“I dunno! Rikku, I’m scared!” Shinobu cried as she glomped her partner as a distressed maiden would to her knight in shining armor. “Y-You know...” she blushed as she looked up at the masculinized clone. “You look really handsome, Rikku-kun...”

“Uh-! W-Well...You look really pretty, Shino-chan...” he returned the blush.

The two made love three times that night until they passed out.

When the new day dawned, Rikku felt his girlfriend snuggled against him. He felt a strong feeling of protection towards the fragile girl, and thus vowed to be there for her through thick and thin. All seemed right in the world; Rei had found a purpose to be, and Shinji had someone who loved him...er...her.

 

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