There is a plan. My dad is fond of making them, and me and mom just go along with it to make him happy.
Luckily I have about a week of complete free time, and I spend that time well. And by well I mean rolling around on the floor and telling the whole world to fuck off. Jun comes over once or twice, to observe me in my great potatoness.
Once that time has passed it is time for the plan.
This year the Badminton Asia Junior Championship is held in Japan. Which I appreciate because I won't have to travel so far. It has left my father plotting though.
We'll travel to the tournament together by car, and immediately after we'll go to a nearby town for our vacation. I appreciate that they want to come along and cheer me on, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint them. My fitness is good, my mental state is good, but it's just not the right time for me. I will try my best though.
Fortunately the car is very roomy, and it will be necessary. First I have to pack my racket, my spare racket, my shoes, my spare shoes, socks, towels, my outfits, and carefully chosen underwear. As much as I appreciate my bras cupless, see through, or otherwise provocative, I insist on playing while wearing a sports bra. Also panties. Don't want anything that crawls up too much.
This all gets put in the same suitcase for practical purposes.
Which leaves me with only two suitcases, and difficult choices must be made.
All my bikinis. They don't take up much space, so I don't feel too bad about bringing them all.
I finally settle on packing my clothes as matching outfits. It takes hours and hours. While I do like trying on things and parading in front of my mirror, there is a limit to how much I can handle.
I end up picking out four sundresses, three tees, six tube tops, four crop tops, eight skirts, and four shorts. The extra tee is for sleeping in. Finally I toss in fourteen different thongs and bras, before selecting three different sandals and a pair of heels. It's at that point I remember to pack a selection of handbags and purses.
The heels is a bit of a long shot, but I don't want to need a nice pair and then not have some. Maybe some day I'd rather tour the town than go to the beach, and then what will I wear? So the heels are a must.
Then towels, because my sports towels are for wiping my sweat. Beach towel for lounging on, two towels for drying myself. I remember my jewelry at that point and carefully pack some of my favorite pieces.
Toiletries and makeup, can't forget those.
I sit down and think carefully. My phone is charged, so I pack my charger.
I can't think of anything more, so I summon my mom for assistance, and soon enough I'm all packed up. It isn't even late, so I feel quite satisfied as I fall asleep.
We set off early in the morning, which is torture, and it is a six hour trip, which is another form of torture. I don't appreciate being crammed in a car for that long. I did have the option of going by plane, but since I would rather spend time with my family I chose my own method of transportation.
The plan involves several quick stops, mostly local curiosities that my parents want to see. I don't really care, but since we'll be spending the vacation mostly apart I do my best to be enthusiastic. Lunch stop included, the six hour trip drags out a few hours extra, though with ample time to stretch my legs being crammed in a car all day it isn't too bad.
We finally arrive a few hours before dinner. My parents have their own accommodations, while mine have been provided for, so they drop me off in front of my hotel with my sport suitcase where an NBA staff member is ready to receive me, who introduces himself as Mr. Sato, along with my usual coach. Read this novel at novelping . com for the best experience.
When I first heard about the NBA being in charge of badminton I was very confused. It was however, just a coincidence, as NBA in this context is short for Nippon Badminton Association. Which does make far too much sense.
Both my parents hug me far too much, and my mother almost cries. They wish me luck and Mr. Sato takes over, guiding me towards my room while explaining the schedule.
The tournament starts the day after tomorrow, but Coach wants to put me through my paces tomorrow to make sure I'm as fit as can be. There's games taking up time, which is a huge chunk since you have to set off a lot of time both before and after a game, there's ceremonies, and Coach wants to go through strategy, both pre and post game. Which I do appreciate, but it does leave my schedule far more full than one might expect.
At last Mr. Sato drops me off at my door, and with a final explanation of dinner schedule he turns and leaves. I unlock the door and enter my room, and it is about as nice as I expected. The NBA doesn't skimp out, and whatever accommodations they provide are usually very comfortable. I drop my suitcase and flop down on the bed to relax for a little before dinner.
A few hours later I feel a bit more human, and I go hunt down my dinner.
I only participate in the singles part of the championship. Someone not in the sport might not pick up on it, but singles and doubles are completely different. Of course the most obvious difference is that you have a partner, which is my biggest problem. Maybe I'm too self centered, but I just find it difficult to work with someone.
The tournament ended up unfolding more or less according to my expectations, perhaps a little bit better, though I end up getting knocked out by a Korean girl named Soo-jin.
Still, I feel frustrated as I sit on a bench in the lobby. Despite what may have been realistic, I still wanted to perform better since my parents are here. It was close, but close doesn't matter. Coach arrives and sit down next to me.
"Sorry I couldn't do better," I tell him, reminded of another person I may have disappointed.
He puts a comforting hand on my back.
"I think, you did very well, and I'm proud to be your coach," he finally says after a few moments of silence.
I turn to look at him. "You don't mind?"
"You just aged into this bracket, and in spite of that you performed very well. You should be proud of yourself," he reassures me, then casts a glance around before continuing in a quieter voice, "normally I wouldn't say this out of fear that your ego may grow too much, but you have a good head on your shoulders. Word is you'll be asked to attend the BFW World Junior Championship this fall."
"Really?" I ask, eyes widening in surprise.
"I wouldn't joke about something like this. So, you should feel proud of yourself," he smiles.
"Thanks," I return his smile, "hopefully my parents won't be unhappy about my performance."
"Right. This fall I will do better, and next year I will do better. Thanks again for cheering me up, I better go find my parents," I get up and wave him goodbye, taking my gear with me.
Coach was right. My mother actually cries from happiness as we hug.
I have to stay for the rest of the tournament even though I'm out. Badminton is not as fun to watch as it is to play, but it does pass the time. I feel a little comforted as Soo-jin gets third place.
Once it's all over, I thank Mr. Sato for his hard work and give Coach a hug, then we're back in the car.
Thankfully the ride this time is a shorter one.
Japan has a lot of towns and cities at beaches, and a good number of them even have hot springs, so my parents has had quite a selection to go through. In the end we went for a medium sized place that isn't quite a tourist hot spot. I'm thankful for that since you don't want a beach that's overcrowded. I wouldn't quite call it a sleepy town, they do have their own high school and everything, but considering how large the cities in Japan can get it feels a little small.
Despite us going on a vacation together we'll be spending the time apart. I don't mind, summer vacation is long and there will be plenty of chances to spend time with them, and I feel like this is a good opportunity for them to spend time together. My parents have a happy marriage, and I'd like to keep it that way.
As such, I of course get my own room. We'll have breakfast together, and dinner sometimes, but they'll leave me money for lunch and snacks.
I have a slight fear of hot springs, and one my goals is try to overcome it on this vacation. I've had this fear that, thanks to slut brain, I would stumble into the mixed section and get gangbanged. Which, no thank you. I'm still struggling to accept I've had one penis inside me, thank you very much. It's not a very rational fear perhaps, which I why I will likely try to go for a dip.
Second goal is to find some people to hang out with, which shouldn't be too difficult. I want to play beach volley!
Third goal is that since I'm finished with my tournament, I'm going to pig out and eat junk food. I'll be returning to my exercise routine and usually diet after the vacation, and there is a long time until my next tournament, so it shouldn't be a problem at all.
Fourth is to lounge on the beach a lot and look absolutely gorgeous in my bikinis. I don't mind if people look at me, as long as it isn't too much, since it's nice to get a bit of positive affirmation.
Which brings me to the final goal. Slut brain has been very quiet, still very content that I actually had real sex with vaginal penetration, so I don't actually need to get some action. So this plan is very blurry, and might just be ignored. That's also partly because I'm still struggling with some questions for myself.
Let's say that I find a guy that I like, am I going to just give him a blowjob? In a way it feels like the easy answer, since I know that I won't have any problem with it. I could argue, that I am on vacation, so I should just take it easy, but shouldn't I push myself?
I am, apparently, the kind of person that let's men put their hard dicks in my pussy, so am I going to have sex with him? I honestly don't know. I have accepted using my mouth and hands, but anything more is difficult to say. I like using my mouth and hands, it's fun, and I know I liked having sex with Noburo, but it just still feels like such a hard step to take again.
Figuring out my sexuality is difficult, so this goal exists in a state of pseudo nonexistence, and I'll leave it that way. If I meet someone I will more carefully consider it.
I'm sure I can figure it out though.
We make it to our hotel late in the evening, and given how tired we all are we agree to just sleep. I don't even bother unpacking once I've entered my room, I simply leave my two suitcases in entranceway.
I enter the room proper, then strip out of my clothes and drop into bed, welcoming the sweet embrace of Morpheus.