It's been two years now since I first arrived in Kyoto, Japan, and I never thought I'd end up where I am in life. My face, my skin, my voice, my gender. None of it bears any resemblance to the man I once was.
Two years ago my name was David and I was your average American guy living and working in a corporate office space, but what I wanted more than anything was to travel to Japan. I was enamored with the culture, the cuisine, and yes, also the beautiful women. They were so hot, so petite, small, beautiful, and, okay, I'll stop. When an opportunity came up to move to the corporate branch in Kyoto, I jumped at the occasion. I got my wish, but I had no idea that I would get so much more than I bargained for.
When I arrived in Japan, I barely knew any Japanese and I found myself lost in a totally new world. Days in the office were so long and I didn't understand a lot of the subtleties of office politics. Everyone just knew me as the gaijin, the foreigner, and did they ever make me feel constantly leftout. I didn't make any friends in the office, and my dating life was completely non-existent. I became something of a loner and I was lost in Japan. It was not a good time for me.
My boss Hiroshi noted my lack of enthusiasm and lack of assimilation to Japanese culture. He told me that I often embarassed the company with my behavior. My face filled with embarassment and I begged Hiroshi, "Please give me another chance, I'm not Japanese. I can change, I need this job!" Hiroshi smiled widely and slapped me on the back. He told me how he had struggled when he started at this company too and that what helped him manage was to work on his health and taking these Japanese supplements. He offered me an unmarked box filled with pills. "Take one pill every week and get plenty of rest and exercise", he commanded.
I returned to my tiny apartment drenched in sweat. "Is this really going to work? What kind of supplement could possibly make me a better employee? They're probably just sugar pills intended to trick me into feeling better." "Oh what the hell, let's give it a try." So I took the pill, and shortly after making some ramen from the corner store I fell asleep. I woke up, with hair covering my face. "Did I fall asleep with a cat over my head or something?" I said out loud. Except, my voice was a woman's voice. I jolted up and stared at my reflection in the mirror with complete confusion.
I was. Japanese. And a woman. I quickly tore off my clothes, clawing at my body which was now small and petite.
Breasts. Big breasts in my tiny little Asian hands. They were so soft. I let out a moan as I traced my fingers all over the underside of my breasts and felt the sensitivity of my nipples. I lost my train of thought, trapped in the sensuality of the heavenly mounds on my chest.
I snapped out of it and I moved my hand fearfully down to my black slacks. I patted down at my crotch. Nothing. I slowly removed my slacks, trembling and filled with sweath. No dick. No balls. Only two soft lips slick with morning dew.
I was scared, my mind was spinning in circles. And then the phone rang. "David-san, are you there?" It was Hiroshi. I was scared to reply, scared to be a woman, but then it dawned on me, this man, he did this to me! "Hiroshi! What did you do to me!?" Hiroshi explained in a calm tenor, I gave you everything you wanted. You wanted to fit in. Now you're Japanese. "Turn me back! Turn me back you psychopath!", "Sorry David-san, but the effect can only be replaced with the antidote pill. Come into the office. I will explain. I've sent you some clothes that should fit you. Don't be late or I consider never turning you back." I was furious and terrified. Then there was a knock at my door. It was the courier that Hiroshi had sent with office clothes for me to change into. Filled with dread and fear I changed quickly and appeared at work. I couldn't help but notice in the mirror in the front office how beautiful I was.
Hiroshi sat me down in his office. He explained to me how the office needed more employees, my lack of committment to the company, and how he was punishing me to work as his personal assistant and secretary. I felt dread and fear and protested, but he held all the cards. Hiroshi laughed, "I am not so cruel, you will learn how to be Japanese and I will release you back to your previous life in a month's time." He called in a young woman named Haruna. "Haruna, this is our new secretary Keiko. Please help her get accustomed to working here, she's feeling homesick from her family in Tokyo" I left with Haruna and I felt a part of my soul die in that office. I fought back tears and spoke with Haruna. The day dragged on for what felt like an eternity. I felt so unaccostomed to the sway of my womanly hips, my new short height, the heft of my breasts on my chest, and the soft, long hair that seemed to always get in the way of my face.
So the days passed like this and Haruna became my closest confidant. I couldn't tell her who I was before but she helped me for a time. Learning to be a Japanese woman was challenging, but somehow the pill helped me learn to be more Japanese.
One fateful day, Hiroshi called me into his office. He was barking mad that I had made another mistake. I was on the verge of tears, and he deeply humiliated me. "I want you to take it off, and I want you to make up for your mistakes Keiko." His voice was so strong and commanding. I complied, and removed my bra. "The panties too Keiko. You are a woman after all." I removed my panties, exposing my bare pussy to the cold office air. My nipples hardened. Was I getting turned on by this, I quietly wondered?
"Now apologize for your mistakes." I bowed and apologized profusely. As I bowed my head low, I noticed the large bulge in my boss' slacks. He was getting turned on, turned on by my slutty body. "Now, put it back on. Don't make this happen again."
But over the next two weeks, it happened again, and I stood in his office naked again. I was embarassed but my pussy was filled with so much heat and desire. I was lost in a sea of lust. I again apologized, and left the office. My next mistake was anything but. I couldn't get over how much I wanted it. Dick. Dick inside of me. I had started watching pornography two days ago and learned to pleasure my little clitoris with my dainty fingers. But try as I might, I just couldn't achieve orgasm and I needed more. My fingers were small and I wanted, I needed to be fillled.
Hiroshi was upset again, but this time I interjected. "I need it." "What do you need Keiko?" "I need you to show me how much of a bad girl I've been." I said, opening my legs invitingly. Even I was surprised at the words that came out of my mouth but it was true. The hormones in my changed body were too strong. I was overwhelmed. I sat their expectantly, holding my breath, waiting to see how he'd respond.
He put his hands all over me and stripped me bare. And oh my God, I rode him, I rode him like no tomorrow. His thick dick filled my wet pussy. I moaned and moaned, begging for more. I was a woman now. His woman. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes! Fuck me like the little slut I am" I screamed out. It felt so good. It felt so good! Every stroke of his thick dick was making me ever more a woman. "I never want to be a man again, I want to be your little cum-slut!" I screamed and panted. "Fill me up with your dirty cum! Cum inside me, oh please come inside me!" Hiroshi grunted and groaned until his semen filled my vagina. I moaned, it felt so good to have his wet cum inside my womb. I felt like a woman finally. Not a confused man in the body of a woman, but a real woman. Hiroshi had made me his woman. I smiled with lustful delight.
Things went on like this for some time, until another secretary filed a complaint against Hiroshi for sexual harassment. I watched silently as Hiroshi was fired and sent away. I had been blackmailed by Hiroshi and living as a woman for 7 months now, but in my deepest heart-of-hearts, I liked it. I loved finally feeling like I belonged in Japan, other women envied my good looks, and other men wanted to fuck me. I couldn't say that my life as David was anything like this back in the United States. David was dead, and Keiko had become everything that I had ever wanted in my life. I never sought the antidote pill from Hiroshi and was glad to have him out of the picture.
Things are different now. I'm happy now. I'm not quite the office slut that I used to be, but I'll admit I still know a few tricks that keep my husband satisfied. Here's a picture of us ;-), do you like it?
God, I love when he finishes so deep inside me.
