As a youth, you had always wanted to visit Japan, and now the dream had finally come true. Your passion for the country had started like many others in anime at a young age, but quickly went beyond that, as you learned more about the Japanese culture, their cuisine, their way of life, and even their language, taking a few courses in college and learning quite a bit about the three writing systems, the hiragana, katakana and kanji, as well as the spoken language. All that cumulating to your month-long trip to the country, where you not only visited the big cities like Kyoto and Tokyo, but the countryside as well, immersing yourself with the locals and even living with a family you had connected with online for over a week. All and all it was an enlightening experience, but now it was time to come back home to the west. It was bittersweet, you missed home but at the same time you felt like you never wanted this wonderful trip to end.
So, it was in a somber mood that you made your way to the airport, bags packed and passport in hand. You were quite early for your flight, but that was alright, you would take the time you had left at the airport to relax and ponder on your trip, maybe even start planning the next time you would come back. But just as you sat down near the terminal, two men in suits approached you, asking you to follow them. Afraid that there was some issue with your boarding pass or your passport, you complied, and followed them to a closed room with now windows. You only had to wait a few minutes for another man to come in and sit down in front of you. He immediately dismissed your concerns, assuring that you were not in any kind of trouble, and that they were actually there to offer you employment. This all seemed very strange, but after he explained the work, stipulating that you would be able to go back to your home country on a regular basis, that you would be paid exceedingly well and you would get to extend your stay in Japan, you were more than interested. This would be a dream come true for you, and so, with little hesitation, you signed the contract, which was written entirely in Japanese scripture.
You had figured you had understood the document well enough when you signed it, but you were wrong. As you finished signing your name on the document, which was handwritten on old traditional Washi paper, the letters of your name glowed, then seemed to reform, taking the shape of Japanese Kanji characters, reading Michiko Asuka, beautiful bird in Japanese, 美千子飛鳥. You were surprised at how fast you were able to decipher the script, as Kanji characters were by far the hardest type of writing to read in Japanese script. But before you had a chance to question the man before you, who was now smiling in an ominous manner, you noticed that you had started glowing just like the characters on the paper had just moments earlier. Soon your whole body started reforming and reshaping, just as the letters had as well. Whole body became slim, hair tumbled out of your head, facial features softened, eyes slanted, shirt and jeans morphed into a matching uniform jacket and skirt, complete with aviation cap and cute pink scarf tied around your now slender and delicate neck. In a matter of seconds, you were no longer a tall Caucasian man, but a petite Japanese woman in high heels and air hostess uniform. You gasped in a distinctively feminine manner, shocked by your transformation, before addressing the man seated in front of you, who was still smiling widely.
“Watashi ni nani ga okotta nodesu ka? Kore yatta? (What just happened to me? Did you do this?)”
You put your hands in front of your mouth in a surprised manner. You had just spoken in perfect Japanese! If you focused hard enough, you could remember words in English, but Japanese came more easily, as if it was your first language. The man kept smiling as he explained the full nature of the magical contract you had just signed. It changed you, altering you to be the perfect employee for the Air Japan company, an Air Hostess. While on the clock, you would behave like a model employee, doing whatever was required as part of your work, and this specific airline provided some pretty unorthodox methods of pleasing their clients. But on your own time, you could do whatever you wanted, as long as you were back in time for your next flight. Of course, you wouldn’t change back after your shift, or even after your ten-year contract with the company was up, you would only have to get used to living your life as a Japanese woman. You tried protesting, but then man smiled and pointed his watch, indicating that you were currently on the clock, and you found yourself unable to speak, posing and smiling dutifully. He provided you with the gate number for your first flight as a Japanese Air Hostess, as well as instructions to obey the rest of the staff, and sent you on your way. Against your will, you headed out to your assigned plane, head held high, and smile plastered on your face. Everything about your new body felt wrong. The way you had to take mincing steps because of your high heels and short skirt, and how those made your smooth thighs rub against each other. How your ass swayed enticingly with each of those steps, causing your panties to tighten against your flat crotch, and dig into your enlarged ass. How your hair weaved around your head as you moved. But worse was the stares of the men, who ogled your pretty body openly. And rather than complain or tell these perverts to avert their eyes, you could only smile and nod to them, acting professionally and courteously as a model employee.
Arriving on the plane, you were quickly directed by the rest of the staff to your duties, which included prepping the cabin, and then welcoming the passengers on board. And while you had noticed the looks of men on your body while in the airport, now these men walking in were making you feel like a piece of meat for their appreciation, openly eyeing up and down, some of them even coping a feel of your ass or your breasts. And despite their more than inappropriate conduct, you kept welcoming them onboard with a smile, without ever calling them out. It felt strange that none of the other employees complained or even addressed the passenger’s behavior, and it became all too clear why once the plane took off and reached cruising altitude and speed. As soon as the seatbelt sign turned off, dozens of flight attendant call buttons lighted up at the same time, and you made your way to the nearest one, bowing your head respectfully to the seated passenger.
“How may I assist you today?” You asked in a broken English accent.
“How about you take off that skirt of yours and ride my dick?” The man asked crudely. You felt horrified, yet your smile remained unwavering as you answered.
“Of course! Right away sir.” And then you started obediently stripping off your skirt and panties, the same garments you had despised so much earlier, and that now you would do anything to keep on. But it was too late, you were at work and had to comply to whatever the passengers desired. Soon you were riding his cock with fervor, bouncing your bare ass on his lap, and you noticed all around the cabin other hostesses doing the same, all with the same compliant look on their face. This made you wonder if these women had been snatched up and transformed like you had been, and what you had done to deserve such a humiliating fate. But one thing was certain, you couldn’t wait for the flight to be over and finally have some time off to take this all in, and regain control, albeit still as a sexy Japanese woman. This was going to be a very, very long ten years.
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