Season 9 is coming. Aiko is ready - will you be?
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Upon finishing reading the email for a second time, Aiko opened the attached image. She knew it was a boy right away – she was something of an expert. The untrained eye would never have spotted it. The makeup was perfect – subtle but colourful and toned to feminise the fact, and the wig was well chosen with bangs that hid the forehead without betraying the prevailing cuteness. The outfit was another excellent selection. The cotton dress was demure but crept up the thighs in a way that make the wearer feel vulnerable, and the layered blouse was prissy yet had loose sleeves and a thick collar that would hide any remaining masculinity in the shoulders and arms. Still, Aiko could spot a boy in a second. It was in the facial expression – the humiliated look of someone caught doing something they shouldn't combined with a kind of meekness that betrayed absolute submission to the person they were looking at. Aiko had seen that look a thousand times on the faces of her sissies.
The email was from Aiko's home town in Japan. Emiko, a school-girl had written to her asking for help. Two college boys had concocted a scam at her school to take money that had been raised to provide after school activities for some of the lesser fortunate kids. Emiko had figured something was afoot when the app they were using to take donations suddenly went offline and when she asked around on social media, it turned out the same guys had pulled similar schemes at other local schools. Feeling helpless and like her ability to trust in anything had been ripped away, Emiko turned to the one thing she still truly believed in – Aiko.
Aiko continued to study the picture of the boy Emiko had said was called Minoru and the more she looked the more she saw. His pupils were dilated like big black pennies and there was a definite blush to his skin – telltale signs of someone in the throes of a dependency on Aiko's candy. Minoru was holding up a plate pleadingly and there was a tray of frosted cupcakes behind him. Aiko smiled as she always did when her candy captured a deserving victim, even when it wasn't at her hands. She had left her website online, even after leaving Japan, for this very reason.
In the email Emiko explained that she had caught up with Minoru after he thought he had got away with the scam and ambushed him with the cupcakes as a supposed thank you using products ordered from Aiko's own website. Once he was well and truly addicted, she set about enacting her punishment – dressing him as a cute girl and having him host after school tea parties with the kids his scheme had deprived of funding for activities.
Aiko frowned as she once more got to the bottom of the email. This wasn't merely a gloat, though if it were, Aiko wouldn't have begrudged Emiko – what she had done to Minoru was a work of art. It was a plea for help. Minaru's partner in crime had already left Japan to do an exchange program in America – one partially funded by their scam according to the conquered Minaru. Emiko confessed she felt her vengeance on behalf of her school was only half-fulfilled but as she didn't know anyone in the United States she didn't know what else to do except contact Aiko herself. Now, with eyes narrowed coldly and a steely determination in her veins, Aiko started to pack things into a bag. It was time to go hunting...
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