My cousin, who grew up abroad, ends up staying with me while she looks for an apartment in Tokyo. Searching the dresser for loungewear, I discover my collection of bloomers. On a whim I tell her she can wear them as room clothes, but she refuses, saying she can't wear something so strange. The next day she shows up wearing bloomers. “These actually feel kind of comfortable,” she says. During the days she's here, I can't stop getting turned on by seeing my cousin in bloomers no matter what we do. When she notices how I am, she starts to provoke me.
