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I (18m) have a sister named Yuki (27f) (Yuki is a shortening of her middle name). Yuki and I are half-French/White, half-South-Korean. On our Korean side, we are Japanese ("Zainichi Korean"). We used to suffer from identity issues. Yuki went through more than me because she's more Korean/Japanese-passing.
Last week, Yuki visited me and our parents, so that we could all go camping that week. She and I went shopping for stuff for our trip. While we were shopping, my sister decided to drag me to the athletic store so that she could buy sports bras (we were signed up to run a half-marathon during our camping trip). I got grossed out because she wanted me to tell her my opinions on the bras she picked out as she tried them out (do sosters usually do that to their little bros?).
On our camping trip, we met up with family friends who together have two boys, both 14 years old. The boys are convinced that Yuki is an anime girl. They say that she looks like a particular anime girl (I agree with them). For the half-marathon, my sister wore nothing but her thin-strap racerback sports bra and her basketball shorts. She's highly athletic and a tomboy, and she plays basketball. She finished the half-marathon, and before hitting the showers, she sat and waited in our family van for me to finish. After I crossed the finishing line, I went to the van, and I found my sister on her knees on the ground. She was sobbing and holding her sports bra straps with her hands; one of the straps was ripped in half. Those two 14 year old boys sneaked their way to the van and they did stuff with Yuki, including snipping her bra's strap with some scissors.
For the rest of the night, she had trouble speaking through her tears but she did tell me to sleep in her tent with her for the night. I agreed, but she didn't want to take a post-marathon shower. She didn't want to change out of her dirty sports bra and shorts and when I asked her if she could put on a shirt, she crossed her arms around her chest and started retching. She didn't want anything to touch her skin at all. By 1 AM, I couldn't handle the smell of her sweat and her crying noises. I ended up going back to my own tent. When I woke up in the morning and headed to Yuki’s tent, she was still awake and crying, and there was vomit on her tent floor. She was still wearing onl her dirty sports bra and shorts, but I don’t think she noticed that her sports bra was hanging off of her.