Chapter 1: Some Things Never Change
Tiny, twinkling eyes. Two tiny hands clasped together. This petite girl is a year ahead of me in school, so I affectionately refer to her as my "Big". Opening her tiny kitten mouth, little Big begins to speak.
"If you could choose between a girl with big breasts and a girl with small breasts, which would it be?"
Again? This girl is a master of pointless, irrelevant questions.
But to answer her…yeah, I'll take the girl with big boobs.
As the saying goes, better too much than not enough. Anything you can't get from small breasts you can easily get from enormous ones...
And I doubt it would be hard to round up a few men to back me up on this.
". . . . . . . . ."
But I have to keep my thoughts to myself. I could never say this to my little Big, who is peeking over trying to read the guilty smile flashing across my lips.
One slip of the tongue, and she'd grate my head like a radish on her washboard chest.
"What…are you picturing me in some sort of compromising situation?" she demands.
"What? No way." I shoot back.
"You're fantasizing about my flat chest growing enormous."
"That's ridiculous." I tell her. "Everybody at school knows I have Flat Chest Fever."
"Well that's a charming thing to be known for," she scoffs. "Anyway, forget it."
And with that, little Big sits back into her seat. She's so tiny that it threatens to swallow her. Her little feet are completely off the floor. She looks like she needs a booster seat.
Better stop though. I don't even dare joke about it.
"I've really been thinking about this." Interrupting my thoughts, she goes on.
"You may love an enormous rack, but there's really no difference between big breasts and small ones. They're exactly the same body part either way. Whether they're big or small is just a footnote…a trivial aside. Nothing more than a statistical discrepancy. You can't argue with that logic."
"Big, you're talking nonsense. No difference? You've got to be kidding! There's a world of difference between big breasts and small ones. Even the thought of comparing them is ridiculous. It's like comparing coffee served at a fancy coffee shop with the canned crap they sell at convenience stores. It's an insult to the cafe owners."
"So you're saying my breasts are like coffee cans."
"Not even close! About the size of crushed coffee cans, actually."
"I'd strangle you right now if we weren't on the train."
It's a holiday, but a lot of people are still dozing off on the early morning bullet train. She's right about not attacking me. It really would be a childish thing to do in a train car.
I'll give her that. My Big always knows when to mind her manners. She may have the tiny, flat figure of a child, but she certainly doesn't have a childish mind.
That is, except for randomly asking people about boobs.
"Breasts aside, you know Tokyo is just another place on Honshu, right? The same major island as our hometown. It's still Japan. I bet the people there are not much different. I mean…I get that you're excited about going and all, but there's no reason to keep drooling over that travel magazine."
And with that, she snatches it away from me.
Did I really look like I was drooling on it?
"You're the one that's been looking forward to this Tokyo trip, you know," I say back.
"I am looking forward to it. It's your present to me for my high school graduation. What's not to look forward to?"
Distractedly rolling the travel magazine in her tiny hands, she continues. "But I don't go around advertising it. I'd hate people to think I'm just some country girl all starry-eyed over her first trip to the big city."
That's my Big…always careful about how she comes off to people.
"Take a piece of advice from someone a year older than you," she tells me. "Don't jump off the train yelling BIG CITY HERE I COME!!!, ok?"
Our bullet train flies into Tokyo Station with blinding speed and not a minute late. Little Big steps onto the platform, throws out her tiny arms, and shouts,
"BIG CITY HERE I COME!!!"
She's a woman who knows how to embrace a clich?.
And keeps the story pretty predictable.
So with that, my little trip with my little Big begins.