The teen moves their arm in odd ticks; turning at the elbow in a clockwise pattern in jerking, halting motions. Each time they brought it to a stop, their arm extends out and then so do the fingers. Then they would hyperextend backwards, and the entire hand would spin clockwise at the wrist. Then retract the arm, tick forward, and repeat. A full 180 degree thing that no human limb could do. Thankfully, this arm was not flesh and bone.
After finishing a full range of movement, Tenken rolls onto their back and repeats the process with both legs. The only limb left out was the left arm, the only one made of meat and nerves still. After finishing the test of the new limbs Tenken would leap to their feet and begin getting dressed. The visits to the medical facilities to change out limbs to keep up with growth was getting more frequent in these later teen years as their growth spurt gave what was hopefully a few final gasps of life.
To think just two years before Tenken was only five feet tall, and now they were entire foot higher. The other parts growing were far more troublesome though, it was getting problematic hiding presentation to match their feelings. Like today, where a mix of masculine and feminine was feeling right. First came the binding, helping to conceal their most noticeable feminine attributes. Then came a gray button up shirt, a black striped pink tie, a white hoodie, and a matching white skirt over a pair of khakis to conceal their mechanical legs. This was followed with a black glove going up to their shoulder on their right arm to hide it also, before looking in the mirror and giving a nod of approval. A black beanie covers up some of their long, hot pink hair. Tenken left their eyes exposed, the golden orbs liking freedom today.
With a firm nod, the teen steps out of their room and heads for the famous Red Oak District, they were in the mood for some good food. A few odd looks, most likely because of the unique outfit more than anything else, follow Tenken as they sprint across the village, soon arriving at their destination. Ichiraku Ramen!
Within minutes they were sitting at the only empty table left, every other seat in the place taken by lonely diners like themselves, or by couples looking for some privacy. Tenken leaves the other two chairs at their table pushed back, not wanting to take up an entire table for themselves. Before them was a Shoyu with egg, noodle, green onions, and some mushrooms for flavor with a hearty helping of chicken.
Tenken begins to dig into their dish and waits to see if they’ll get some company.
After finishing a full range of movement, Tenken rolls onto their back and repeats the process with both legs. The only limb left out was the left arm, the only one made of meat and nerves still. After finishing the test of the new limbs Tenken would leap to their feet and begin getting dressed. The visits to the medical facilities to change out limbs to keep up with growth was getting more frequent in these later teen years as their growth spurt gave what was hopefully a few final gasps of life.
To think just two years before Tenken was only five feet tall, and now they were entire foot higher. The other parts growing were far more troublesome though, it was getting problematic hiding presentation to match their feelings. Like today, where a mix of masculine and feminine was feeling right. First came the binding, helping to conceal their most noticeable feminine attributes. Then came a gray button up shirt, a black striped pink tie, a white hoodie, and a matching white skirt over a pair of khakis to conceal their mechanical legs. This was followed with a black glove going up to their shoulder on their right arm to hide it also, before looking in the mirror and giving a nod of approval. A black beanie covers up some of their long, hot pink hair. Tenken left their eyes exposed, the golden orbs liking freedom today.
With a firm nod, the teen steps out of their room and heads for the famous Red Oak District, they were in the mood for some good food. A few odd looks, most likely because of the unique outfit more than anything else, follow Tenken as they sprint across the village, soon arriving at their destination. Ichiraku Ramen!
Within minutes they were sitting at the only empty table left, every other seat in the place taken by lonely diners like themselves, or by couples looking for some privacy. Tenken leaves the other two chairs at their table pushed back, not wanting to take up an entire table for themselves. Before them was a Shoyu with egg, noodle, green onions, and some mushrooms for flavor with a hearty helping of chicken.
Tenken begins to dig into their dish and waits to see if they’ll get some company.
