On my declining sanity: the prog log of Tungan Ninja and Ryouga

[Tungan Ninja]

Another off day; I hate having these, and feel eternally guilty when I do not spend any time with Ryouga when she so desperately needs my attention. I didn’t force today, though I spent quite a lot of time talking with her, really about useless stuff that none of you would find interesting. In fact, the discussion was so paltry in content that I have even forgotten most of what was said. At the least though, she has been developing her vocal ability, and I am very glad about the progress we have made. However, something tugs at my heart, and I am embarrassed to admit that I wanted us to have been far ahead by now. I disregard that sentiment in the end, for I am living in this present situation between her and me; not some hypothetical dream world where all of my wishes and fancies come true.

 

Once I got home, I played video games and did more studying; all the way until sunset. When I finally was ready to enter the wonderland, I was by far too exhausted to concentrate. Despite not spending much time in the wonderland, I do remember what I saw there for those precious few moments. I found myself at the log cabin at the base of the mountain; and looking around, noticed Ryouga preparing a meal of sorts. I believe she was stuffing turkey. I examined my surroundings, and everything was peaceful, tranquil. It should be known that the cabin is very compact in its design,yet is still furnished by anything a house would need; such as a kitchen, dining table (composed out of fine pinewood), and lavish Persian carpets. I might have even caught my eye on a moose headset set onto the wall; but perhaps this is only me thinking in retrospect?

 

And with a last glance at Ryouga, I knew I would drift off into sleep soon; so I said goodnight to my good friend and left the aroma of freshly cooked poultry for another day.

[cruse]

Chloe: I know that feel ryouga, when he drifted off to sleep. He could have forced earlier eh?

[Tungan Ninja]

NOTE: I have been behind in my posts lately, so I will have them all posted by the end of today. Yes, it is doable, as I already have most of the entries written; they only need to be edited and finalized. I don't want the entries to merge, so any comments in between will be appreciated. (Shameless, aren't I?) I will delete this message once all of the entries have been posted.

 

I didn’t get to doing anything interesting until I had returned from school; so once I was home, I tried my hardest to get comfortable and visualize the wonderland.

 

I found myself in a familiar black void, which contains little more than a slim colonnade of doorways supported by naught but air; leading to miscellaneous places in my wonderland. As if from nowhere, Ryouga came up from behind and tightly pressed herself onto me with an endearing hug. My heart racing, I discovered I had become a girl, and had nothing more on than the boxers I had entered the wonderland with. Someone asked what I look like in my female form, so I will describe it in detail. To start with, it is just a deviation of my male form, albeit quite a dramatic one. My hair is sandy blonde, and I have it in a short ponytail which extends down to the neck. It is shorter than my male hair length, though that doesn't say much, as my hair as a guy is very long. Undoubtedly, my stature is shorter; probably around 5'7" compared to 6'3" as a guy. The waist is roundish, though still petite. Speaking of petite, the breasts, which I am still coming to grips with, are small and curvy; though from my point of view are not nearly as protruding and noticeable as I am looking down on them, rather than at them directly. When it comes to the downstairs area, it feels like a bit of a void; and though it is not always apparent to me, at times I can feel my insides really hot and emanating warmth. It took a lot of visualization to grasp the feel of it; not merely a lack of an external member, but something completely different. I would explain further, but no one really wants to hear that. Lastly, its nice that the whole body is hairless and soft, and is great to rub around with your hands. (Not like I do it too often.)

 

Going back to the situation at hand, I was convinced Ryouga would do something lewd while I was in this perilous state, as she walked towards me with a snickering look on her face. However, I noticed she was in fact helping to clothe me, and put a bra (thank god I know how they work irl), striped black and white t-shirt, and a colourful Hawaiian shirt which I left unbuttoned. She didn’t help me with my wardrobe downstairs, so I imagined some beige cargo shorts for myself, and put them on. It was so nice of her to help me; and to show my gratitude, I kissed her on the cheek, blushing slightly as I did so.

 

Ready to go exploring, Ryouga and I opened one of the eternal doors; which led to the vestibule, or entrance hall of our mansion. We ran up the staircase, and turned right towards a door which leads to a bedroom, resembling a 30’s British hotel suite. It had nice, floral patterns on the bedding and wallpaper, and the colours were purple with banana yellow; I have no idea how they looked so well together. That is where my visit ended, as I had significant trouble focusing and tried helplessly to reassert myself in the surroundings; knowing Ryouga was sitting on the bed with her straw hat and blouse and watching my struggle. Eventually I had to leave, frustrated and in despair.

 

Later in the shower Ryouga and I tried to work on some possession. It was a mediocre success. By this I mean that we made no real progress; if anything it was a step back from what I was able to accomplish a week ago. However, I could feel a subtle tingling in my right hand, and I experimented in such a way that I knew nothing to do with blood circulation was causing it (no, not that way); for example, relaxing my hand in the tub and letting it float, allowing her to take control of it. My hand begins to stiffen, and I experience a sharp tingling sensation. There is no explanation other than her doing. I can feel her presence.

 

After that, I was too tired to force and went to sleep. Nothing else to report today.

[Tungan Ninja]

This was a total off-day. Besides some lackluster chatting throughout the day, nothing at all was done with Ryouga; no wonderland, possession, nothing.

 

That's all that can be said for today.

[Tungan Ninja]

Before even getting out of bed today, I entered the wonderland. Inside of the entrance hall of the manor, I noticed her behind the staircase again, this time on the right side. Expecting this, I walked underneath the ornate rosewood steps and asked what she thought she was doing hiding. She replied that she was “not hiding” from me; and to show her honesty, she lightly padded her mouth over me cheek. I do not remember what logic I used for what happened next, but I moved my sleepy body up the stairs and entered the familiar 30’s furnished bedroom, and lunged for the bed. I slammed into the sheets, and it sprung my body facing towards the ceiling, with a few more bounces before I completely settled. Ryouga followed me into the room, and I felt restful by her presence. This peace was interrupted by my surprise when I noticed a pair of small bulges on my chest, and the small single sized bed had seemingly grown into a queen. Lacking convoluted words to describe my situation, “shit” was all that came to mind; my gender had changed again. I could see the apparent farce of what had happened, as Ryouga was sneering and let out an unrestricted laugh. Bending my back upwards, and resting my chin on my hands, I stared at her adoring eyes and was glad to see her amused; even at my own expense.

 

A resurgent thought from earlier had resurfaced, which I decided to share. In a hushed tone I said to her, “That Fillyfooler, what a guy; fighting to the death with his tulpa. I’d love to do that some ti-,” stopped midsentence by a firm jab to the face; knocking me over the bed and onto the dusty floorboards below. “I didn’t mean NOW!!!,”, said I, expressing both surprise and anger at her unexpected assault on me, which ended my tranquility. Also to my surprise, I noticed she had transformed into her male self; and struck me on the face again, confidently declaring, “Better now than never, coward.” I am no coward; and if I ever was, those sentiments were gone by the time she had said that; if anything, he is a coward for picking on a helpless little girl. Getting off of the floor and standing opposite of him, I thrust the palm of my right hand at him, which put him into a daze, to my excitement. Advancing towards him, my cockiness must have been at fault, as he had eluded the charge; and soon after forced me to receive two consecutive blows to my face, first on the left, and then on the right. Blood was making its way down my mouth; I did not want to continue this insufferable match of ours.

 

We were sweating like it was forty degrees Celsius outside, and it looked as though we both were at our limit. Unsettled at his comeback, I got up close and latched onto his body, the momentum pinning him to the floor. We rustled and squirmed, struggling to overcome the other. At some moment I thought I had taken the fight out of him, so I left him on the floor and made it known to him that, “This match is a draw.” I cared nothing for titles, and we both fought admirably. He did not think so, for when my guard was lowered he tripped my legs and had me in a half nelson. Disregarding what I had said, he asserted to me, “I win,” in a soft, uncaring voice, as if everything had settled by now.

 

All I could do was laugh at this point. Laughing because of his determination, and the absurd battle we had fought in a room that could hardly fit even the two of us within its space. Looking again into his eyes, what we had done wasn’t personal or out of vengeance; he was completely over the ideal, and took it as some sort of twisted entertainment, or “fun”. I wanted to shower so bad afterwards. We were making our way downstairs to the baths when something irl interrupted me, so I had to abort and leave the wonderland.

 

I didn’t return to the wonderland later that day, as I was preoccupied with other things. Generally, I’d say it was a really exciting day; one I wouldn’t mind to have again.