On the Summer Cape

* This is the English version of "夏の岬で" that I posted before.

We walked under the harsh, scorching sun as the piercing summer heat lead us towards the coast. After several connecting train rides out into the countryside, the seaside town lay before us. Just beyond the gentle slope surrounded by lush, verdant foliage was our destination – a somewhat well-known cape on the coast which had become a popular tourist spot for its beautiful scenery. We had our eyes set on somewhere away from the crowds which led us to a peaceful dating spot, but the sweltering heat showed no signs of abating and the cacophony of cicadas wailing as we made our way through the trees had left us rather worn out.

In the midst of this harsh heat wave my eyes were blinded by the pure white one-piece dress, swaying in the cool breeze in front of me. The immaculate garment was like a symbol of female youth which stood out against the sky’s blue tints. It oozed with femininity despite its simple design, and the small waif of a girl wearing it was walking ahead of me in matching snow white sandals. She was out of breath and her cheeks were flushed, though I was sure that the heat wasn’t the only thing to blame for it.

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“Sure is hot, huh?”

“Yeah, I know.”

A middle-aged couple I can only assume were tourists exchanged pleasantries with us as they passed by. They probably thought we were a pair of close sisters or something. They wore gentle smiles on their faces as they turned to us, as if enjoying the view. If they were to take a closer look, however, they’d be able to make out a faint outline in the nether regions of the girl’s dress. She had been trying to hurry on ahead for a while now, probably to avoid having that found out, but unfortunately for her I could see right through her. I climbed up the coastal pathway after her as I watched her sleek black hair swaying to and fro, bundled up in two light blue scrunchies.

We were greeted by the boundless blue sea as we arrived at a clearing by the tip of the cape surrounded by fences to prevent people falling. Islands shrouded in mist emerged far away in the horizon with white clouds towering in the background, accenting the blue borders between ocean and sky. The salty sea breeze blew pleasantly over my sweat-soaked skin. Here, the wail of cicadas grew softer and my ears were met with the crashing of waves below the cliff.

The girl simply stared off into the distance. For her it was a day to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. She seemed to be silently enjoying the view in front of her, but I sensed an air of nervousness so I casually called out to her from behind.

“Man, this feels nice.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad we came, despite the heat.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s wrong? You haven’t really been talking much.”

“It’s nothing…”

All she gave were curt replies, simply looking out towards the distant horizon without looking back. I already knew why she was acting so cold, but I just couldn’t help myself from teasing her even more.

“Hey, face this way for sec?”

“…”

I put on a sweet, chiding voice and called out to her, but she showed no signs of turning around.

“Look at me.”

I raised my tone to a firm command, in contrast to the gentle smile across my face. She knows better than anyone that there’s no sense resisting. After all, I was the one who drilled into her the idea that orders are absolute. Her body twitched as a shudder ran down her spine, and the girl nervously turned to face me. Her small face was done up in light makeup and flushed red with shame, while I could clearly make out her unnatural bulge by her crotch.

“That’s quite the package you’ve got there.”

“…Yeah.”

“Hmph～…”

With the cliff to her back and her place of refuge gone, she looked like a helpless little animal squirming and curling in on herself. I creeped closer to her, looking down at her short height.

“Look at you, walking around outside dressed like a girl without even wearing any panties…And you’re even getting all hot and heavy from being seen by strangers.

“…Urgh.”

“What a little pervert you are. You dirty little girl.”

“…!”

A girl her age was taking the lead to verbally abuse her, and not only did she have no objections, but a look of ecstasy mixed with agony had washed over face and her breathing had become hoarse. She was getting aroused. At this of all things.

It’s almost been a year since I started dating her, or him I should say. I still remember the day he confessed to me, his cheeks were flushed red just as they are now. We were never really the kind of people to fit in with others in class, with no particular friends or place to call our own. He especially was always looked down on by the people around him for his scrawny body and childish face, holding a low profile at school even compared to me and my distain for pointless social interaction. By the spring of our second year we were in the same class and although we hadn’t even properly talked before, we both felt a weird attraction to one another that I couldn’t help but feel was fate.

After that I made up my mind to start getting closer to him and the differences in our personalities quickly became apparent, causing our relationship to take a bizarre form. There we were – me, the confident type with no outlet for my sadistic tendencies, and him, the gentle and timid boy with a repressed masochistic streak he didn’t even know he was hiding. Soon after we started dating I cottoned on to that desire for suffering lurking inside him and began demanding sexual acts from him to try bring him out of his shell.

Once I tried making him dress like a girl on a whim he turned into such a sweet little thing that all I could come to see him as was a younger girl. Since then he’s become my own dress-up doll. Teasing and doting on him while he’s dressed up fills me with joy from the bottom of my heart, and although he’d never admit it, he clearly gets excited at being teased and treated like a girl. I ended up running him through some training sessions to break him in, and despite his initial opposition it wasn’t long before he was willingly accepting of my twisted love, eventually becoming a point of enjoyment for him. One time I had mentioned off-hand how I could play with his hair so much better if it was longer, and he took it upon himself to start growing it out. I myself was a little surprised and the people around him thought it weird when he suddenly started growing his hair out like a girl. Seeing him scrambling like a puppy desperate for its master’s love, however, just made me want to hold him all the closer to my heart.

Today marks the day of one of our regular “girl on girl dates”. Each time we go on one I always choose what he wears and put on his makeup for him. He’s been slowly learning makeup techniques on his own lately, but getting to transform him into a beautiful girl is something I have a lot of fun with so I still end up doing his lipstick myself all too often. He looks just like a pure maiden when I watch him stare at himself in the mirror after his makeover, and whenever I see him looking so pure and innocent my heart starts to ache with love. With my desire to protect him mixed in with my desire to crush him, the thought of just pinning him down there and then has crossed my mind on more than a few occasions.

“There’s no-one else around right now. Let’s take our photo now while we still can.”

A look of hesitation flashed over face when he heard me, but in the end showed no signs of resistance as he quietly held his dress in his slender, nearly-trembling fingers and pulled up the fabric. I deliberately made him go out without panties, so just a simple flip of the skirt was enough to lay his privates bare. His member was standing tall and shameless in a way no girl should, emphasised by the degree of its excitement. With his horniness on full exhibit, I couldn’t help but marvel as always at what beautiful creatures boys are.

I always make an effort take a photo with him like this whenever I take him out crossdressing. It leaves behind concrete evidence for me to show that this “girl” isn’t really girl, but in fact a boy. It’s a habit we’ve gotten into after one of my selfish demands, but now I guess you could call it an unspoken rule between us. I just can’t help but be fascinated by his corrupt splendour – the beauty of a girl with a penis, or rather, a crossdressing boy. Closing it off with a photo to be looked upon whenever I want is one of the precious hobbies of mine that I could never tell a soul about.

“Alright, smile!”

“Don’t look so stiff. Come on, loosen up.”

“Put your knees together and give me a pose like a model in one of those fashion magazines.”

I turned to him and carefully demonstrated the pose. The trick to getting the kind of lewd photos you want is to handle the direction yourself. Show it to the model afterwards and those sorts of photos can be a great way to make him wallow in shame.

He kept himself nice and smooth by my orders, and his shaved dick was still hard and raring to go, caressed by the refreshing breeze as it ran over his hot, engorged skin. The sweet suffering of being forced to expose himself under the open sky had his cock twitching, and a streak of clear fluid stretched from his tip, reaching down towards the ground.

This is the shot I was looking for. I pressed the camera button the instant I had it lined up. Even then we could still hear the incessant voices of cicadas buzzing in the distance, but the robotic click of the camera shutter pierced through the racket for just a moment before suddenly vanishing.

“Good girl.”

I stored “her” photo away in a secret album on my phone. Another day, another photo to add to my collection. The picture showed a girl in a white one-piece dress and a pretty smile on her face as she struck a feminine pose with the calming hues of the sky and the ocean glittering brilliantly in the background. The worked-up phallus peeking out from the hem of her dress, however, gave off quite a perverse charm with its skewed contrast of femininity and masculinity.

I tried to imagine what the people who know him from class would think if they saw this picture. They’d probably get a shock jumping from his image as a quiet, serious boy to this far and away perversion, enchanted by his transformation from the dull kid they like to bully into this unimaginable beauty. Just the thought of it made a smile creep up on my face, however, this photo is my prized treasure and mine alone. The act itself of exposing him like that is out of the question anyway, nor do I have even the tiniest inclination to share my precious photo with that lot.

I stared at the photo a little longer with a satisfied smile before stowing my phone away and walking up to him. The look of absolute shame as he hung his head down strained my heart, so I lovingly and tenderly started patting his head over and over as his reward. He froze up in my arms for just a moment, but soon his body relaxed and he quietly accepted my gentle caresses.

I bet most people in this world would think we had a twisted relationship after seeing me dress my boyfriend up as a girl and forcing him into these perverse situations. Even I can’t really deny that. It’s clearly not a normal relation we have by any stretch of the imagination. I took a normal, honest boy and instilled some pretty weird kinks in him after all. If you think about what kind of life he’ll lead from now on then I guess you could say I’ve got some pretty serious responsibility to take.

Right now however, I yearned for him under the hot summer sun, just as he yearned for a place to belong in my arms. From the warmth of his body against mine, and from his sweet sighs of strained arousal, he conveyed those heartfelt feelings to me clear as day. I knew for certain that long as this precious, fleeting existence seeks for my warmth, I want to be there for him by his – by her side. No matter how much people whisper about us behind our backs, in the end that’s just the form our love takes.

“Come on, we should get going. It’s so hot we’re going to get heatstroke at this rate.”

I let go of him with reluctance, taking his hand almost like an overbearing older sister, and began heading in the direction we came. He was still struggling with his unquenched hard-on, and shuffled awkwardly as I lead him by his hand.

There was a café with a nice atmosphere on the way up here. Maybe we should go stop there for a bit and take a break. I’ll treat him to something cold as a reward. Despite those disjointed thoughts I ran through my mind, I simply squeezed my lover’s small palms and continued walking, cherishing the warmth of his damp, fair skin as I slowed my pace down to match his worried footsteps.

The roar of the ocean grew distant before long, until the only sound remaining was the deafening shriek of cicadas blaring from all sides. The salt-laced sea breeze wafted behind us ever stronger, as if seeing us off on our walk home, while the tireless sun continued pouring its rays down on the cape’s now deserted clearing.