A Japanese Experience by Life Reassignment Inc.

You couldn’t believe that you won! The radio contest, titled A Japanese Experience, was supposed to be an out of this world trip to Japan. They detailed it as a life changing journey, where you would experience Japan on a whole new level of immersion. They were even providing a new wardrobe, and you would also be doing some work there. You weren’t sure how that was going to go, but they confirmed that it was something quite simple that pretty much anyone could manage doing, and that it would enhance the level of immersion. You had always wanted to visit Japan, but with your limited budget and the price of a single ticket, you never really had any hope, so this really was a dream come true! And the way everything was described made it sound so awesome, even though this was most likely a marketing stunt and they were exaggerating things, so you tried not to get too excited, but the closer the date of departure came, the more restless you got.

On the fateful day, take off went without a hitch. No issues at the airport, everything was taken care of ahead of time, you made it from the front game to seated in the airplane in record time. This was an evening flight, and so you were planning on catching some shut eye to make the long flight go faster. As anxious and excited as you were, you still managed to fall asleep, and before you new it, you were stepping out onto the land of the rising sun. The view was fantastic, and you couldn’t wait to get out of the airport and start exploring! But first you had an orientation session to do, most likely because this wasn’t supposed to be your typical tourist trip, but an immersive program. And so, a representative grabbed you as you arrived, assuring you that all your bags would be taken care of, and took you into a private car with tinted windows. Any questions you had during the short trip remained unanswered by the stoic man behind the wheel, so much that you were starting to believe he didn’t even speak English.

You arrived at what seemed to be a very secure building, with large gates in front and everything. Normally you would have been worried a bit, but this was a different country with a different culture, so you did not know what to expect. You were then escorted into the building to a white, almost sterile room, with only a single chair at the center, and an apparatus dangling from the ceiling, which seemed almost like one of those high-tech VR consoles, with the head gear, gloves and everything. You inquired as to what the purpose of this was, but the only response that you got was that this was part of the orientation session, and so you put the equipment on, and sat down in the chair, as instructed. The machine whirred to life, and you suddenly felt the dull shock of static electricity coursing through you body, from the gloves you were wearing. Thinking this was a device malfunction, you tried to stand up and remove the device, only to find you could no longer move, you were stuck in place. The screen in front of your eyes sprang to life, showing you a kaleidoscope of whirling colors, dizzying you. A voice rose up in the integrated headset, resounding as it made itself heard all around you.

“Welcome, to the Japanese Experience social integration system. Thank you for volunteering as our first international test subject. Please standby, as we will begin the integration process shortly.”

This sounded very strange, and slightly different than what you were told. Volunteering? Test Subject? This wasn’t what you signed up for! You tried protesting, but still your muscles were paralyzed, leaving you helpless.

“First we will start the physical adjustments. Be advised that you will feel a slight discomfort and light tingling, but there is no pain involved. Standby for physical adjustments.”

The static electricity feeling became more intense and spread throughout your body in quick bursts. With each burst you could feel yourself morphing. Shoulders narrowing, becoming slim, arms thinning down, a trickle on your neck as your hair elongated past the helmet, then past your shoulders, becoming long and silky. Your butt becoming a soft cushion beneath you, breasts rising beneath your shirt. They were transforming you into a girl! That fact was confirmed when you started to feel your cock shrink down, become tiny, your foreskin reforming into a hood over your new clitoris. You felt a sucking sensation as your balls were sucked into you, becoming ovaries and leaving behind a tight opening, that was quickly being encased by your ball sack, which was shifting into a pair of meaty lips, finishing the forming of your new vagina. You wanted to scream out in protest, in horror, in indignity, but still you were powerless to do anything, and could only sit in growing humiliation as your body was twisted against your will, shifting into what you could only assume was a petite Japanese girl.

“Now we will take care of the mental adjustment. These will ensure that you fit in nicely into the new life we have prepared for you. Standby for mental adjustments.”

Mental adjustments? How could this be legal! You had not signed any disclaimers, you hadn’t given your authorization for this! You then realized that this was all meaningless if they could adjust your mind, they could make you agree all they wanted. The colors on screen started spinning even more wildly, as a soft hypnotic voice sprang in the headphones.

“You are no longer a white western man. You are Kamiki Shiwaru, a young Japanese girl, daughter of Himito and Kazuto Shiwaru, who love you very much, and whom you love with all your heart. You know only very basic English and speak only in Japanese. You are a student at a local college, studying to become a primary school teacher. You have always wanted to teach in primary school, as you absolutely love children, and absolutely want to start a family of your own, with a respectable husband and many babies, but only after you are finished school and have a nice stable job. Your parents are very poor, and so to pay for college you must work part time at a cat-girl maid café. You find the work humiliating and degrading, but it is the only one in town who gives you flexible shifts to accommodate school and study times, as well as pay enough for school. And so every day after school, you put your little maid outfit that shows way too much cleavage for your liking, your cute collar with a small bell that rings every time you serve your customers, and keep a smile on for the whole night, because you need good tips if you want to be able to stay in college. Good luck in your new life Kamiki, and than you for choosing A Japanese Experience by Life Reassignment Inc.!”

The machine started whirring down, the electricity fading out of your body, as you regained mobility. You removed the gloves, then the helmet. Feeling disoriented for a moment, you staggered up right, trying to regain your bearings. Everything felt so wrong, yet so right. You were supposed to be a tall white American man! But would a tall white American man have this long hair, cute little butt and big boobs? Of course not! You were a young Japanese girl. But then why where you wearing these way too long jeans, and this ill-fitting T-shirt? Probably some mistake. As you were still trying to figure out your thoughts the door open, and a pair of familiar faces came through the door. You spoke up in Japanese, your voice sounding off, yet this was the voice you always had, right?

“Mom? Dad? What are you doing here? What is going on?”

“Hurry Kamiki!” Your mother said, gesturing you to come over. “We have to go home and get you changed! Your shift at the café starts in an hour!”

You followed your instincts and followed your parents out of the building, into your family car that your dad drove home. There they rushed you to your room, closing the door behind you, instructing you to get changed as quickly as possible. The whole room felt strange to you, as if you should know where everything was, but you didn’t. And so, you fumbled around your drawers and dressers, digging through panties, bras, blouses and skirts to find your uniform. As you found it, neatly folded in a specific drawer, you couldn’t help but blush at the skimpiness of the outfit. You were going to look so ridicule in this, with your breasts sticking out! And the dress was so short that every time you would bend down your panty covered ass would be revealed for sure! And yet despite the shame you put the outfit on, even the girly cuff links and degrading collar, which made you feel more like an object than a person. Only a few more years, you told yourself, and then you would get to graduate and live the life you always dreamt of, as a respectable primary school teacher, wife, and mother. As you looked in the mirror at the new you, your male mind resurfaced for a moment, screaming to be set free from this girly and humiliating prison, only to be pushed back to the bottom of your consciousness, aware of everything but unable to act, only witness this new life of yours, the young Japanese student and part time waitress at a maid café, Kamiki.