Jiro's Bimbo's

Kyouka Jiro had always followed a specific style, she was a punk with a taste for alt rock and occasionally some harder metal, she wore leather jackets, various band shirts and tight jeans, she was flat up top and above average down below and that suited her just fine, sure sometimes she'd take a jealous peek at her friend Momo’s giant funbags but overall her bottom heavy look suited her guitar playing and peculiar way of lounging just fine. She always said she doubted she’d change much more, she was already pretty much perfect for who she was, but one day she got a taste of another side, another world entirely, and it technically came about by complete chance and against her better judgement.

It was the beginning of the summer before her 3rd year and she was browsing the posts on the users section of her small music blog, trying to see if anyone could point her towards a new album or two to fill her holiday with some variety, it wouldn't be the first time after all, when she spotted a post raving about some hyper mainstream popstar trash imported from America, now she got these occasionally but usually just deleted them after a quick skim and moved on, this one however, gave her slight pause and maybe even an idea. People often sent her these playlists claiming to be the absolute best of the mainstream music market and a shortlist she should at least try, so if she picked one up and posted about her thoughts on it most people harping at her would back off a bit, well, she hoped but with those sort of people who even knows?

She opens it on her MP3 and looks at the ten or so songs on the playlist, noticing three that had little stars on them so she decided to start there first