I would fucking sell my soul to be transformed back into a 12 year old lost little boy in the dense city of Tokyo with Suisei. Imagine panicking, rushing to the nearest train, getting packed like sardines when you realize you're in the women's only carriage. They forgive you; you're a young boy after all, but then you feel something grab you from behind. Something pushes against your back, and suddenly, blue hair is draped over your shoulder. You hear a voice from behind you, "Ara ara!" and your blood pressure spikes. You can't turn around; there's nowhere to run, and the train's movement sends you jolting around the carriage. She grips your shoulder, slowly bending down next to your ear. Her breath tickles your earlobe; it's warm, yet horrifying as she giggles slightly. "How old are you, young boy?"
Of course, you panic. You decide to lie about your age; this girl seems unhinged. "I'm 14," you say, and are met with a giggle in response.
"Good, because I'm not a shotacon."
Sighing, you feel ever-so slightly at ease. But, she follows up that comment.
"I'm just a Shounen-con."
There's nowhere to run, and as the train advances; so does Suisei.