I raise my stubs, letting Hisao slide on my shirt. This is a pretty comfy shirt.
 
 This process has already become routine. It's something that we do every night because we have to. I don't dislike this, though. It's kind of cute how Hisao avoids touching me as much as he can when he does this. Would Hisao enjoy this sort of thing?
 
 Hisao sits back down on the bed, and starts taking off his own shirt. This is my last chance to strike. I jab into his side with my foot in an attempt to stop him.
 
 "What was that for?"
 "Let me do it."
 "Do what?"
 "Change your cloths."
 "How would you do that?" He chuckles, giving me a weird look. He underestimates my feet.
 
 I stand up, and walk towards the bathroom, beckoning him over. Despite his uncertainty, he follows me.
 
 "Face the mirror, I need to set up." I drag the stool from the corner and push it against the wall opposite of the sink. "You don't really need to do this, Rin. I'm pretty sure I can dress myself."
 "No, you don't understand. I must do this. After all, this is what a gentleman does.."
 
 I sit in the stool, leaning back into the wall. I lift my legs up to his waist, and dig them up under his shirt. His warm skin on my cold feet feels kind of nice. I lift my legs upward, making myself sit further and further back. He lifts his arms, and I manage to throw his shirt off over his head.
 "This is probably the weirdest thing we've done, Rin."
 "What about that time I painted your belly on your belly?"
 Before he can respond, I try to dig my feet into his pants. I re-adjust myself in my seat, and try to wriggle it down. After the first bit, it falls downwards. I guess I managed to hook into his underwear too, because he's naked now.
 "Well this is weird."
 "Of course it's weird!"
 "No, I don't think I've ever stared at your butt before."
 I can see his face in the mirror, and his cheeks have turned rosey-red. "Okay, give me a second."
 
 I use my lips to grab onto the shirt he'd laid out on the bed, and bring it back into the bathroom. It takes some effort, but I manage to grab into the sides. I lift it up over his head head, and try to open it up so that it can slide down.
 
 I go back to his bed, biting into his underpants. But I put it back down soon after. I have a better idea.
 
 A wide grin sprawls over my face. "Lift your right leg." He does, and I slide his undergarments under it and lift them upwards. His face lights up again as he touches the fabric. "You're putting me in a thong?!"
 "You need to learn to try new things."
 "Rin, I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with-"
 "Don't worry. They're very comfy."
 
***
 
 "Are we done now?" Hisao is still blushing brightly. Maybe I could let him go, but there's still work to be done. I stretch my leg over to a cabinet next to him by the sink, and scurry around until I fish out a tooth brush. "You're kidding, right?"
 "Emi taught me that personal hygiene is very important. Never forget it."
 I squeeze some toothpaste onto his brush. Little pea-sized blob. I set it back down before dragging my stool up closer to him, until it's right behind him. I sit back down, and wrap my left leg around his waste and push myself against him to keep myself up, and lift up his toothbrush with my right foot. It takes some adjusting, but I manage to get it up to his mouth while in a comfortable position. "Open up, Hisao. Come on." He opens up his mouth, but only slightly. "Like an alligator, Hisao. Be an alligator." He opens it up wider this time, and I start to brush his teeth. "Close your teeth." I start to scrub in circles on his pearly whites, moving around his mouth and covering as much area as possible. "Okay, open up."
 
 "Hmmfef."
 
 I have to basically shove my foot into his mouth, but I scrub the back of his teeth. This has gotten kind of uncomfortable, but I'm determined. His teeth must be cleaned. As I scrub the back of his molars, I can feel his saliva touch the bottom of my biggie toe. It kind of tickles, and I giggle.
 
 "Okay, spit." I retract the toothbrush out of his mouth and drop it down on the table, releasing from his waste well and getting down off my stool.
 "Phftew. That wasn't very pleasant."
 "No one likes brushing their teeth Hisao, but we all have to do it."
 
***
 
 Hisao plops down on the bed, and I sit next to him. "Okay, we're finished, right?"
 "Yes."
 
 I thought that was kind of fun. I wonder if he liked it. I think he did.
 
 Before I lay down, another thought crosses my mind. For the second time this evening, a wicked grin grows onto my face.
 
 "Hisao, do you masturbate?"
 
 His eyes split open, and his face turns red again. "No! No! Of course not, you know that!"
 
 I shake my head. "Because if you masturbated, I'd have to do that for you now, too."
 
 He gives me a dumb-founded look. He does that a lot. Before he can react, I start to rub into his groin with my feet. Because he's in a thong, it's much easier to grab onto his junk.
 
 "R-rin!"
 
 I ignore him, as I pull down his pajama pants and pull his dick out of his thong. I stare into his face with the best deadpan I can pull, and squeeze his head between my toes.
 
 I push up against him, rolling his member between my two feet, staring into his soul. I always like doing this, it reminds me of rolling out dough. I can feel his member harden between my feet, and a sly grin crosses my face. I never took him as that sort of person.
 
 I push up closer to him, until my face is right on top of his. My feet don't relent. He's trying hard to control it, but he's breathing in and out very fast. He always does this when we have sex, but he's never blushing this badly. He looks so cute like this.
 
 "Rin! Stop!" I press on despite him, and his eyes shut tight. This is it, final destination. He lets out a high-pitched grunt. Cum bursts out of his meatstick, all over my feet and his shirt.
 
 "Dammit HIsao, you're dirty again."
 "W-who's fault is that!"
 I shake my head, defying his unjust blame. "I guess you need to get changed again."