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You aren't done with Sasha quite yet, so you keep swinging the pendulum.

"You know..." you ponder, an idea forming in your head. "You don't like the name Sasha."

"I d-don't like...the n-name Sasha..." she affirms, not seeming too worked up about it.

"You think its an awful name."

"I...think it's an awful name..." she repeats, her eyes narrowing with anger.

"You hate your name," you tell her straight up.

"Oh, I hate my name!" she almost yells, her voice thick with bitterness.

"Your name is not Japanese enough,"

"My name...isn't Japanese enough!"

"You aren't really a Sasha sort of girl."

"I'm not a Sasha type of girl," she concurs, still visibly incensed but also relieve that she isn't.

"And that's why you changed your name."

"That's w-why I...why I changed..." she mumbles, excited yet confused all at once.

"You changed your name," you remind her gently.

"I changed...my name..." she says, this time more sure of it.

"You changed your name five months ago."

"I changed it five months ago," she says with a hint of a grin, clearly thinking back on how happy she was to do that.

"You changed your name to..." you begin, thinking of a name. "...to Kumiko."

"Yes I... changed my name to Kumiko," she says, her eyes lighting up. "I am Kumiko Hashimoto."

"You love your new name."

"I...I love my new name," she says, almost euphorically.

"You think it makes you sound so beautiful and exotic."

"I think it makes me sound...so beautiful and exotic," she agrees, saying the words "beautiful" and "exotic" as if they were the most important words in her vocabulary.

"Good girl," you tell Kumiko. "And you are my girlfriend."

"What? I d-don't even...know you..." she says pretty defiantly. You don't know her either, but you don't care.

"You're my girlfriend."

"I...I...I'm NOT...ugh..." she groans with resistance, her willpower clearly at it's breaking point. She's starting to pant.

"You're my girlfriend, Kumiko. You are."

"I am...I am your girlfriend," she says, panting from the exhaustion. You suddenly remember (though not at the expense of your old memories) dating this girl...Kumiko...for over a year. She lived down the street from you growing up, the only child of Japanese immigrants. With Kumiko, you vividly recall your first date, your first kiss, and your first time having sex, too. She's a nice girl, proud of her heritage, and you were the one who convinced her to change the name she hated. However, she's not out of the woods. You can make her the girlfriend you always wanted with the pendulum.

"I'm your first boyfriend," you proudly say.

"Y-yes...you're my first..." she said. You can't help but laugh at how nervous she was. You were always comforting of her, going at her pace. She never did it before, after all. You were setting the bar pretty darn high for her.

"You're in love with me, Kumiko."

"I'm in-of course I'm in l-love with you" she says, almost pleading with you to believe her. She gives you a faint, cute smile. You remember when she said she loved you for the first time, how GOOD it felt...although now is not the time to get sentimental.

"You mostly wear dresses," you tell her.

"I...I what now?" she asks.

"You mostly wear dresses. You love wearing dresses."

"I-I mostly...wear dresses? she asks as her clothes morph into a cute beige and black polka dot dress. You suddenly remember her preferring dresses, but they weren't more than half her wardrobe.

"Yes, sweetheart. You mostly wear dresses. You hardly wear anything else."

"Oh...o-of course...I mostly wear...d-dresses..." she says, your memories updating again. She hardly owns anything but dresses, and she loves to wear them. She was pretty feminine. "I...hardly wear anything else."

"That's right. And you love wearing your hair up."

"I...oh gosh...love wearing my hair up..." she sighs, her hair being woven into a pair of cute pigtails. It looked so beautiful. Kumiko was so good at styling her hair.

"And you're a good girl,"

"I'm...a good girl," she says with glee. She was so pure, too pure to be true. But you love a girl who was well-behaved, and that's who Kumiko is.

Happy, you lower the pendulum, snapping your girlfriend out of trance.

"Hi babe!" she says, so excited to see you. "I think I spaced out for a sec; what's up?"