Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Keiko Conspiracy ❯ File 001 ( Chapter 1 )

THE KEIKO
CONSPIRACY:
FILE 001

By Hardcover


Truth is most definitely stranger then fiction. The twists and turns that life can throw at you are frequently unexpected, more often then not dramatic, and in many cases so bizarre as to be unbelievable. That is definitely the description behind many of the events that befell me following my unceremonious removal from Japanese Intelligence at what would have been the height of my career.

At the time, I was going by the name of Mitzuhara Tako. I had been a top operative for the government of my homeland, and a greater patriot to my country would be hard to find. But that was all to come crashing down around me when my loyalty was called into question. The details were never made clear to me, but at some point while I was on a mission in , some kind of inner shake up happened at the agency. An investigation was conducted without my knowledge, and I was summarily dismissed from my high security position overnight during April of 2016.

When you have the sort of access that I did, getting fired does not simply mean that you are out of a job. When you’re clearance is pulled, you are “burned” as the Americans like to call it. While in all my security clearance was pulled, my passport revoked, all my contacts negated, my bank accounts frozen, and my identity erased from all public files. One two three, I was stranded in with no money, no ID, and no way back.

When you’re stranded like that, the only thing you can do is survive by taking whatever kind of work you can find. In a city like Bangkok, stinking of corruption like an over ripe fruit pretty much like any major city in the world, the only kind of work available to someone in my position was of the under the table kind. So, I ended up becoming one of the criminals that I used to pursue. Life has a way of kicking you in the nuts over and over again.

However, how was I to know that the events that were to occur while I was in Bangkok were going to effect such a massive and momentous change in my life, that I would quite literally never ever be the same again.

The Trap

When you’ve hit complete rock bottom like I had, depression is simply a natural course of life. Cynicism, always present for me, had become my whole personality. I hated my life, hated the world, and hated everyone in it. All I cared about now was survival, and where I was going to get my next drink. For two years I had existed out here, exiled with no hope of return, trapped by having no passport or identity in the criminal underbelly of With no official documentation, I had no way of finding legitimate work, even though my skill set could have nabbed me a nice cushy job in Bangkok’s classy upscale areas, and was forced to make money under the table in whatever way I could. I had slipped into a numbing case of alcoholism, which only served to make my misery that much more unbearable. I had long since stopped caring about much of anything or anyone, and just took whatever job came my way as long as I was sure it was worth the risk.

Although I didn’t admit to anyone, the drinking had affected my work; my reaction times were slower, and my judgment wasn’t what it once was.

And it was one such job that landed me where I was when it started. I was outside a run down apartment complex in one of the slums of Bangkok, early in the summer of 2018, the kind of place that stood as this monolithic testament to man’s decay and neglect. We’ve all seen them; they exist in every densely populated city on the planet, anywhere where human beings are packed in like rats and fight like mangy dogs for whatever scraps they can pick up. The purest expression of mankind that I was aware of: Ten stories of pain, screams, and shit.

I had been hired by a rich Japanese businessman, the kind of over privileged money grabbing high society rich guy that has come to symbolize my countryman of late, a fact that frequently pisses me off to no end. The guy was a Mr. Yashuhiro, and whoever the fuck he was, he seemed to think I should have heard of him when he walked into my office (actually the living room my undersized apartment, but what the hell, the landlady took cash) acting like he was afraid to touch anything. Snotty old cretin. It seemed his daughter, one Yashuhiro Koname, eighteen years old, had been kidnapped here in with him on a business trip. That made sense; guys like these don’t take family vacations: They just drag their snot nosed brats around with them on business trips.

Anyways, he wanted me to find her and return her to him. She’d been gone for three months, and I told him point blank if she wasn’t dead she’d probably turn up addicted to all sorts of drugs or be infected with any number of STD’s, or maybe both. Kid was probably in some hidden whore house fucking strangers and making porn, but he didn’t care. He wanted his little brat back.

It took a lot of work, and involved more then a few broken noses and teeth, but I finally got a lead, and it had led me to this fleabag of an apartment complex that no one in their right mind would deliberately want to live in. I was across the street, hidden in an alley watching a car pull up for the twelfth time that night. I was hungry and bored, and as usual pretty much pissed off. Only a lot of editing and a catchy score on some crappy TV show could make this sort of work look exciting. I looked through my small binoculars and watched as two figures emerged.

I leaned in, squinting: One of the figures was a young girl, the other one seemed to be an older woman, dressed in a long Chinese style dress, although she was most definitely Thai. The girl was wearing jeans and a hooded down jacket with the hood up. I couldn’t see the face. I looked closely as the two walked towards the building, the woman herding the girl along in a way that suggested she was most definitely not a friend. As they walked up the steps, my patience was rewarded: The kid turned and looked in my general direction.

She didn’t see me, but I most definitely saw her: It was her, Koname. Alive, it seemed, but who knows what had been done to her there over three months. I guessed her father would be happy she had all her limbs. I had been in a whore house a few months ago looking for a punk who owed some people money, and in one of the rooms I found them offering a girl that had all four limbs severed, probably by the house management. Miserable sick fucks, they couldn’t just fuck her, they had to fuck her up. Goes to show you what all humanity’s “noble” aspirations amount to in the end: We’re all just fucked up selfish pieces of shit.

The pair entered the building and after waiting a few minutes I quickly jogged across the street, feeling the reassuring touch of my Glock in its side holster. I slipped in the front door and into the building. Believe me, this is not the sort of place where anyone would bother to lock the front door of the place.

The inside of the building was worse then the outside: This place was a true cesspool in every sense of the word (including the literal). Junkies and drunks lay twitching or unconscious in the lobby, and as I traveled the halls I could hear the sounds of fucking, spousal abuse, vomiting, wails of despair, and other telltale sounds of human misery (believe me, the fucking sounded anything but sexy). We all like to pretend we’re some kind of highly evolved life form, but in the end we’re all just sacks of meat spewing body fluids. Fortunately, I wouldn’t have to search the building. The last guy I had talked too had spit up an apartment number along with most of his teeth. I just needed to get to the third floor: It was 43C.

Once on the right floor, I quickly found the apartment. Pulling out my lock pick tools I went to work on the cheap lock on the door. Someone walked past me but didn’t pay attention to me; nobody cares if you’re not breaking into their apartment. I finished quickly, and then put the tools away and pulled my Glock. Holding it with both hands, I pushed the door open and swept into the sparsely furnished apartment.

Holding my gun in front of me, I swept it back and forth. The living room seemed to be clear. And quickly started forward, heading for the door in the back. Holding the Glock in one hand, I carefully turned the handle and pushed open the door. I moved in, finding myself in an empty bedroom. The only thing I could see in the room was a futon on the floor on the other side, on which sat Yashuhiro Koname.

She was completely naked now, not a stitch of clothes on her, and sat on the bed with her legs spread wide. I figured I had been right; they had turned her into a whore. She stared at me, seemingly unconcerned about her nudity, or maybe too doped up to notice it. I found my eyes drawn to her small but firm breasts and then her well trimmed and shaved pussy, and quickly looked up. I had a job to do here, I didn’t want to go making myself any more of creep then I already was. I mean, the girl was pretty, but she was still just a kid compared to me. Still, that pussy was awfully tempting . . .

“Koname.” I told her, “You’re father sent me; I’m here to take you back.”

If she heard me, she gave no indication of it, just continued to stare at me blankly, her breasts moving a little as she breathed. I wondered if she even knew what I was saying. Probably had too much junk in her veins. Hell, after three months she was probably a hardcore heroine addict. I stepped forward cautiously, scanning the corners with my eyes.

“I’m here to rescue you.” I told her, “Come on, we need to get you out of here.”

Her eyes shifted briefly, looking to my right. I almost didn’t see it ‘cause my eyes had dropped back to that bare pussy again. Too late, I realized she was looking at something behind me.

At trap! Fuck!

I spun around with my gun forward, just in time to feel the sharp pain of a needle in my neck. The world spun around me and went out of focus just before everything went black.

The Awakening

For reasons that will become obvious later, I don’t really know how long I remained unconscious. All I remember is that I gradually came too, my head throbbing, face down on a bed somewhere. My vision was blurred as my mind woke up from its slumber. The bed I was on was bizarrely poufy, and from what I could tell seemed to be all in pinks and whites. It wasn’t just a mattress; there was a comforter and thick soft pink pillows as well. The bed seemed from my perspective to be ridiculously large.

I cursed myself for being so careless. Now I was being held hostage by someone.

I tried to push myself up and look around. My sight was still foggy, but I could make out some details of the room I was in. It didn’t seem to be like the kind of place someone would hold a prisoner. I could make out furnishings like a desk, and a chest of drawers. There seemed to be a plush carpet on the floor, and a lot of shapes that looked confusingly like a huge assortment of stuffed animals. What the hell? It looked like some teen girl’s room.

I became aware that I didn’t seem to be wearing clothes (it wouldn’t have been the first time I’d woken up naked somewhere), but I wasn’t tied or handcuffed to the bed. I swung my legs over the side, and found that the bed was so high that they dangled above the floor. I stood up, and wobbled unsteadily on my feet. My balance seemed to be off; in fact if felt as if my whole center of gravity was all wrong. I staggered forward and saw some movement on the other side of the room. Someone was there.

As my vision cleared, I saw that it seemed to be someone standing just inside the archway of a door on the other side of the room. Whoever it was seemed small, and most feminine in stature and thin. Perhaps it was the owner of this room. I straitened up, trying to regain my vision. Something seemed to be tickling my shoulders, feeling strangely like a woman’s hair.

“What am I doing here? Who are you?” I demanded.

I stopped: What the hell was wrong with my voice? It came out high pitched and squeaky, sort of like I had been sucking on helium, only not quite as high. The figure in the doorway had not answered me, and simply continued to stand there.

As my eyes got better, I got a better look: It was definitely a girl, and seemed to be completely naked like me. It was girl, I could see the telltale slit between the legs and the large swell of her breasts, pretty well endowed as Japanese girls go. There I went, staring at pussy again. She had long black strait hair that curled at the ends over her shoulders. She seemed to be Asian, but what kind was hard to say as my sight wasn’t that good yet. The girl remained there, unmoving.

As my vision cleared, I suddenly realized my mistake and gave a gasp and the room seemed to spin around me. My heart leapt and my legs felt like so much rubber. Once my eyesight got better, I realized that I was not looking at an archway in the wall leading to another room: I was looking at a large full sized mirror attached to wall of the room. The figure in front of me was my own reflection!

I was a girl!

I gave out a high pitched shriek as I stared at myself in bewilderment. I was still Japanese, that much was certain: my face was small and round, and my nose tiny and unobtrusive, my face was actually quite pretty. I let my eyes take it all in, the long black hair parted a little on the right, the smooth hairless skin, the puffy pink nipples on amply developed breasts, the round, feminine curve of the hips. All cute on a real girl, but horrific for me to see on myself.

And then my eyes dropped to my crotch: There it was, the well trimmed pussy between my legs. Fuck, it was almost like I had been emasculated. But somehow, it wasn’t quite that traumatic. I felt a slight tingle of arousal as I looked at it, and blushed a little bit. I was looking at my own pussy (although I had trouble thinking of it as my own) and getting turned on. How sad was that?

I probably don’t have to mention how much the room spun. I tried to steady myself, to think logically, although truth be told, a couple of years of alcohol abuse had left my logic a little fuzzy. This had to be a dream, there’s no way this could be real. It was a hallucination, that had to be it: That dart I’d taken in the neck must have had some kind of hallucinogen in it, and I’d wake up later and be back the way I was supposed to be.

Except this all felt pretty real to me.

Maybe this was some kind of new interrogation technique, designed to make me think I was going nuts. That was it, that wasn’t really a mirror but a sheet of glass and there was some girl mimicking my movements on the other side.

A look down at my body revealed that couldn’t possibly be it. I stepped closer to the mirror and examined myself: I ran my hands over my arms, feeling the smooth skin. I ran them through my hair, feeling the silky strands pass through my fingers. I ran them over my chest, feeling my nipples harden as they were touched, and experimentally squeezed my breasts, feeling the softness. Very carefully, and feeling my heart beat faster out of fear, I reached down and touched the vagina, opening the lips, seeing the pink insides. I gasped as a shiver of pleasure ran through my body and I quickly took my hands away.

That was definitely my pussy. This was not a dream.

What had happened? How was this possible? All sorts of scenarios ran through my mind, each one more unlikely then the last. What exactly had been done to me? Had my body been physically altered somehow, surgically or genetically changed into a girl? Or was this body not my own? Had my brain or thought patterns been transferred to another body somehow? Damnit, every idea I had sounded like a bad anime TV show, or some kinda weird lolicon fiction like the sort of thing that Hardcover jerk might write.

And why? What was all this about? What could possibly be gained by turning me into some kid? My mind reeled as I stared at myself, trying to get a handle on what had happened to me. It could have been worse, I supposed. I could have woken up in some hideously malformed form like some Japanese version of Quasimodo. At least I was pretty. And cute.

Tell me I did not just think that.

My weird thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. I jumped, instinctively wishing I had my Glock. A tall Japanese man in his mid forties entered, wearing a nice pair of slacks and striped button up shirt and a dark red tie. He had tick hair brushed and held in place with mousse back on his head, and a long thin face. He held a cup of hot coffee in his right hand. The guy looked like your typical Japanese salary man. For some reason, he seemed slightly familiar.

“Keiko? I heard you scream, are you alright?” The man asked me, and then blushed bright red.

It took me a second to realize that he was blushing because I was naked. I felt my face get warm and realized that I was blushing too, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed and, dare I say it, shy. It also took me a second to realize that ‘Keiko’ meant me.

The man chuckled, still turning red, “Whoops! Sorry Keiko-chan. You’d better get dressed; you want to have a good breakfast before you go out.”

He closed the door and left me in there, bewildered. Apparently, I was Keiko. The man had addressed me in a fairly familiar manner, which indicated that he knew me. Since he was embarrassed, but didn’t seem to be particularly upset about my nudity, I got the impression that he was someone who was supposed to close to me. Could it be . . . he was my father? Or rather, Keiko’s father?

So, I was playing out some kind of role. Whatever had been done to me, I was Keiko now, and had been cast into some other life, one not my own. When I stopped and thought about what my life had been like before this happened, I realized that this might not be such a bad thing. I shook my head as confusing thoughts ran through it. My best bet for now was to play along until I could find out what was happening to me. I couldn’t just go walking around nude, so went to go get dressed, reaching for the drawer where I kept my underwear.

I stopped, my hand hovering over it. How the hell had I known what drawer to reach for? I had vague memories of where it was. Memories that were not my own! I rubbed the bridge of my nose, getting rid of a threatening headache. This just kept getting weirder and weirder. How could I possibly be given someone else’s memories? Were they someone else’s or completely new ones made specifically for me? And how many did I have? What if this whole household had new memories, and new bodies? Was it possible that everyone in this house had been altered the same way I had? If that was true, the father seemed to have none of his original memories.

I tried to recall some of those memories. Maybe I could use them. I knew where I kept everything in this room. I tried to remember my full name, and the members of my family. Nothing surfaced. Wonderful, I knew where I kept my underwear but I couldn’t tell you the names of my parents. What a useless bunch of recollections to have.

I pulled the drawer open and rummaged through the panties inside, looking for something that didn’t seem too girly. I pulled one out after another: A panda bear, a koala bear, a raccoon, Hello Kitty . . . didn’t I own anything without any cute animals on it? I pulled out another pair and groaned with disbelief: King Ghidorah. I finally found a pair of plain white panties with blue trim and slipped them on. It felt really weird, to be putting on a pair of girl’s underwear, and I think I blushed again, but once I got them on, I was surprised at how familiar and natural they felt.

Pulling open the drawer above that, I began looking for a bra. After all, I didn’t want them to sag.

What the hell was I thinking?!?

I fished around in the drawer until I found one that didn’t seem too lacey. I slipped my arms through it and popped my boobs in the cups and then reached around to clasp it. Damn, I’ve taken apart and reassembled a rifle easier then reaching around myself to clasp this damn bra. I twisted around in place, trying to get the clasps to hook, and ended up falling back on the bed before I finally got the bra hooked and comfortably on my chest. Yikes, do girls have to go through this every day?

I put on some white socks and then looked for some pants. I found skirt after skirt after skirt. Didn’t I own any pants? Nothing but skirts? I took a deep breath, well, I was a girl now. I finally found a pair of blue jeans and slipped them on. Reaching into the closet, I pulled out a red long sleeved tight fitting shirt that left my midriff a little bare and pulled it on. I looked in the mirror: I seemed all right, not too girly, but enough so that no one would look at me like I was dressed odd for my age and gender.

I began to search the room for clues to my new identity. I found a folder on the desk that was filled with homework assignments. Pulling out one of the papers, I read the info at the top: “Yamato Keiko. Age 18. History 101.”

Okay, so my name was Yamato Keiko and I was eighteen years old. That was something. Looking at the paper was downright creepy: The handwriting had slight feminine touches, such as little hearts serving as punctuation sometimes, but it was quite definitely my handwriting. Aside from the few effeminate touches, it looked exactly like the script I had put on hundreds of reports with Japanese Intelligence. I continued to forage around the room and came up with a photo album. I flipped though it, looking at the pictures. Apparently, I was part of a very happy family, the pictures showing me with my family laughing it up in various settings, smiling happily. I couldn’t remember when I’d smiled like that for real. Again, the thought that maybe this wasn’t so bad surfaced, I fought it down.

Fortunately, it seemed I had put notes and observations under the pictures, so I was able to discern the general familiar structure, at least of my immediate family. My father’s name was Yamato Kenjiro, and my mother’s name was Nagisa. I apparently referred to them rather informally as ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’. I had two siblings, it seemed: An older brother who looked like he was about twenty named Kentaro and a younger sister of about sixteen named Sachi. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

I found a purse sitting on the table and rummaged through it, finding my school ID which didn’t really give me any more information then I already had, except the name of my school: High School. I found a small card with a class schedule, which should come in handy later. I also found an I-pod, a surprisingly older model. Damn, I hadn’t seen one of these in years. I scanned though the songs on it: Apparently, I had terrible taste in music. There was nothing on there except mainstream idol singer crap that usually made me want to barf. Also a hell of a lot of American pop stars like Brittney Spears and Christina Aguilera. I blinked; all the songs on here seemed to be at least ten years old.

On a shelf above the desk, I spied a series of diaries. I’d have to read them when I had a chance; it seemed like the best way to familiarize myself with who I was now. There was also a laptop computer on the desk, also about ten years old. Hopefully it wasn’t password protected and I could get some info from that later.

I heard a female voice call my name, “Keiko-chan! It’s ready!”

It would have to do, I checked myself in front of the mirror again.

In the spy world, much like in undercover police work, to pull off a covert role you need to do a bit of psyching up, getting into the head of the character you’re going to play before you actually go out and play it, much the way an actor would. I looked at myself in the mirror. This would have been easier if I’d been a tomboy, but apparently I was very much a girlish girl, so I was going to have play the part as girly girly as I could mange it. I struck a few girly poses and said a few girly words.

“No way!” I said wide eyed and cutesy, and then “How cute!” in the same manner, clapping my hands on my cheeks.

And suddenly I realized that I was being watched. I turned to see a boy dressed in baggy clothes at the door, looking at me with a wide smile. He had spiky hair dyed a reddish color and loaded with some kind of gel. This was my brother, I realized, Kentaro-kun. I blushed, inexplicably embarrassed at being caught like this.

“Wow, Keiko-chan.” He grinned, “Already practicing kissing Mom and Dad’s ass? Better pucker up those lips.”

Not quite knowing what to say, I grabbed one of the stuffed animals, bizarrely remembering that it was named ‘Mr. Snooky’, and hurled it at him, shouting angrily, “Get out of my room!”

That seemed sisterly to me. Did that seem sisterly? I think it seemed sisterly.

Kentaro ducked it and ran off laughing, while I stood there annoyed. For some reason, it actually did bother me that he’d come into the room without knocking. I couldn’t quite figure out why, but I had already begun to think of the bedroom as mine. I sighed and walked out of the room. I headed out in the hall and turned left heading for the stairs that I knew were there from the half coherent memories. I passed a door and knew it led to my sister’s bedroom.

I stopped peeking around the corner nervously and looking down the steps through the living room and into the dining room where I could see them all gathering. Mom looked up and spied my head peeking around the corner. Great, some spy I was.

“Keiko-chan, come on down and join us.” She called pleasantly.

I jumped back and flattened my back against the wall, my heart racing: I was totally unprepared for this. I took several deep breaths . . . I could do this. I could get into Keiko’s head. I just needed to sell it, and while I was at it, I could hopefully glean some idea of what the hell was going on. After all, it wasn’t like they were going to automatically suspect that their daughter was really a forty two year old male alcoholic and failed spy, was it? I took another deep breath and put on the cutesiest face I could and went down the stairs.

I approached them, smiling, and said in a sing song voice, “Good morning, everyone.”

Somehow, it felt natural to say it like that.

Dad was at the table reading the morning paper, while Mom had gone back into the kitchen. I glanced at the headline on the paper, something about a steep economic recession. Very carefully, so as not to be noticed, I looked at the date on the page. It was all I could do to stop from gasping out loud: The date was November of 2008! Ten years ago! What the hell? Had I gone back in time, too? That would explain the old I-pod. My head reeled, as my situation just got a whole lot weirder. I resisted the urge to bury my face in my hands.

Mom returned from the kitchen and dolled out a very traditional Japanese breakfast: Fish, Rice, pickles, natto (fermented soy beans), and miso. Omelette, grilled and salted fish and strips of seaweed . . . gross, if you ask me.

“Hurry up and eat you’re breakfast, kids.” Mom said, beaming.

“That looks yummy.” Dad answered.

Too be fair, I was surprised at how good it all tasted. I began to wonder if it was just the effect of my new taste buds or whether Mom was really that good a cook.

I was starting to realize that my ‘parents’ were possibly the most insufferably corny pair of people I’d ever met. Still, it was kind of fun eating breakfast with them, and I began to feel an inexplicable feeling of affection for them and my two siblings. I won’t bore you with the details of the conversation, but at one point Kentaro started telling a funny story about a tennis game at his school where the ball was grabbed by a stray dog that had wandered on campus. All the players, Kentaro included, had chased the dog all over the school trying to retrieve the ball, running around like the keystone cops after a dog who thought he was having the time of his life. We laughed at the story, which was pretty hilarious the way Kentaro-kun told it, and giggled with each other.

I had not laughed that much in a long time, at least not without a bottle of scotch and two paid prostitutes. We were laughing and having a good time, and for the first time in years I felt good, really good for a change. To the point where I almost forgot that I wasn’t really Keiko. Or was I? I felt a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach when I realized it, I didn’t have to get into Keiko’s head, Keiko was already getting into mine. I felt a strange dreadful feeling that Tako was fading a little bit, as Keiko was taking over my personality.

And then Sachi-chan started telling a story about some girl who been caught passing a love letter to a boy in class and had been made to read it in front of the whole class by the teacher (which Sachi referred to as “Meanie-sensei” . . . I’m pretty sure that wasn’t his actual name), and suddenly I was laughing with them again, and that weird feeling of affection flowed through me, warming my body. I couldn’t remember when I had felt this good. How long had it been when I had just laughed and enjoyed it?

I totally forgot to try to pump them for information (some spy I was); although I was able to discern that one of my friends was coming over soon and we were going to go somewhere. I deflected questions about where when my parents asked: Obviously, I had no idea.

I made a bit of a faux pass when breakfast was over and Mom and Sachi started clearing the table: I hadn’t realized that I was expected to help.

“Keiko-chan’s distracted ‘cause her BFF is coming soon.” Sachi admonished me playfully, while I hurriedly helped clear the table. Thankfully they weren’t expecting me to help with the dishes.

That took me a second to process: BFF? Oh yeah, girly text messaging jargon for Best Friend Forever. I’ll have to remember that along with LOL, OMG, ROTF and LMAO.

Right on cue there was a knock at the door, and Dad hopped over to answer it, the paper still in his hand (I got the impression he probably read the thing cover to cover). At the door was a young girl of about my age, which he let in immediately.

“Good Morning, Yamato-san.” The girl said as she came in.

I stopped and stared at the girl, her wide pretty face, long slightly curled hair with brown highlights, I knew this girl: The last time I had seen her she was stark naked sitting on a futon right before I got knocked out. It was quite definitely Yashuhiro Koname. My mind reeled again; what was she doing here, and what was her connection to all of this?

“Koname?” I said out loud, surprised.

“Who’s Koname?” Kentaro-kun asked me as he walked by, absorbed in a PSP game.

That was definitely Yashuhiro Koname, the same girl I’d been trying to find in Bangkok, but in addition to having clothes on, she seemed entirely different: happy, radiant, alive, a far cry from the drugged out zombie I had encountered in Bangkok. Despite that, I was sure it was the same girl. She was wearing a black and pink t-shirt that rode up a bit exposing a little bare midriff with a big cartoon cat on the front and the word ‘cat’ along with it, and a short jean skirt that showed a surprising amount of leg. She also had a large back pack slung over one shoulder.

Mom walked into the room, and gave a light bow to the girl, “Good morning, Michiko-chan, it’s nice to see you again.”

Michiko, apparently not Koname here, returned the bow, “Good morning, Nagisa-sama. Thank you for having me.”

She then bounded over to me emphatically and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a tight affectionate hug and an enthusiastic, “Konnichi wa, Keiko-chan!”

Hesitantly, I hugged her back. The contact felt good and warm, and more radiant feelings of affection spilled out of me. The hug was pure, friendly, but also slightly erotic, and for a split second I was just happy in Koname’s or Michiko’s or whoever she was’s arms. Then we parted and I blushed a little sheepishly. Still, it would pay to go with Michiko, since she was the only other person from my pervious life that I had seen and might provide some clue as to what had happened to me.

“Are you ready to go?” Michiko asked me.

I nodded, trying to avoid any goof in appearing feminine. Then, I realized something.

“Yeah, just let me go get my purse.” I told her and then bounded upstairs.

I went into my room and retrieved the purse, taking a good look at it: It was wide and leather, with multiple pockets all over it. I ran my hand over it, looking it over. Years of training had my sixth sense prickling up, and something told me the general shape of this purse had something wrong with it. I ran my hands along the bottom, and realized that there was a hidden pocket underneath the purse. I pulled it and the whole bottom of the purse opened up. I stared in surprise at what I found in there.

It was a gun.

Specifically, it was a .32 caliber Beretta 3032 Tomcat. A small pocket automatic handgun about 4’9” in length that had a clip capacity of seven bullets, fully loaded and with two spare clips along side it.

While it would be nice to have a gun again, this revelation sent a shockwave though me. In the spy game you learn to always look a gift horse in the mouth, and this discovery didn’t make a whole lotta sense. I was only eighteen years old. This was not the States or some backwards ass third would country, private citizens didn’t own guns. Let alone a teenage girl like me. I had a room full of stuffed animals and a drawer full of panties with cartoon characters on them . . . and I was packing heat?

I quickly returned the gun to its hiding place and closed the pocket. If I was going to find any answers to the bazillion questions that were going through my head, Michiko was still my best place to start. I slid the purse over my shoulder and then without really thinking of it, grabbed two small bows off the top of the dresser and tied them high on either side of my head. I looked in the mirror, admiring how cute I looked, and giggled happily.

What the hell was I doing?

I shook my head and hurried downstairs to where Michiko still waited for me. She smiled when she saw the bows in my hair. I found myself pleased that she liked the way I looked. After all, I was a girl, and girls wanted to be cute. Again I fought back the strange new thoughts. This was going to be harder then I thought: as Keiko I was exhibiting all sorts of personality traits that I didn’t have before, and that scared me. Again, the idea that I might not want to go back to my shitty old life occurred to me.

“Okay,” I told Michiko, “I’m ready.”

The BFF

The weather outside was nice, warm and sunny with a cool breeze. I found I was appreciating the nice weather a lot more now. So much time cooked up on assignments and then in the slums after my fall, I’d forgotten how good it could feel to simply be outdoors on a beautiful day. I inhaled deeply, smelling the cool air and scent of trees.

As we walked to wherever we were going, we chatted amiably. For obvious reasons, I let Michiko do most of the talking. It was mostly girl talk: gossip about or friends and classmates, which teachers were boring, which ones were cool, that sort of thing. The kind of stuff that preteen girls find very important aside from boys. I tried to subtly pump Michiko for whatever information I could, without seeming suspicious. All I really learned was our general social structure; Michiko lived around the block from me and we had been friends since we were four, we attended the same school and spent most of our free time together. And the name of the city we were in: Moriyama.

I had lived in my whole life and had never heard of this place, and from the look of things, it was a pretty big metropolis. More mystery added to the mix.

I noticed that Michiko was looking at me with a thin smile.

“What?” I asked her.

“Why are you so serious today?” She asked.

Uh oh.

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“You’re so serious and quiet, what’s on your mind?” Michiko inquired.

I shrugged in a non-committal manner, “I’m just thinking.”

A wide grin spread across Michiko’s face, she looked at me with mischievous eyes, “I think we both know what’s on your mind.”

“It’s nothing.” I said, a little too abruptly.

“I know!” Michiko exclaimed, “You’re thinking of a guy, aren’t you?”

“No.” I insisted.

Michiko reached out and started tickling me on my sides. It seemed I was quiet the ticklish one because I was suddenly squirming and giggling as she tickled me, trying to twist out of her grasp.

Michiko teased in a sing song voice, “Keiko’s in love! Keiko’s in love! Common, tell me. Who is it? Common, I won’t stop, who is he?”

Finally, I just started tickling her back, laughing hysterically as we both engaged in our ongoing tickle battle.

“No one! There’s no one.” I insisted, laughing merrily.

And there I was again, laughing and just having fun. I couldn’t remember when the last time I had just laughed like this and had a good time. It was fun to be with Michiko, I hadn’t actually had any friends in a long time. I knew a lot of people, but no one I would call a friend. Most of the people I knew I had to constantly regard with suspicion; they would just as soon put a bullet in my head as talk to me. Laughing there and kidding around with Michiko made me think about how much I’d been missing.

We finally stopped and kept walking, looking at each other and chuckling; Michiko kept eyeing me like she didn’t believe me, casting sly smiling glances at me. Then again, who knows? Maybe I did have boyfriend. Oboy, that could be awkward.

I was about to say something to her when I suddenly squinted in the sun, looking up at the top of a telephone pole.

Cocking my head, I asked, “Who the hell is that?”

“Huh? Waddaya mean?” Michiko asked bewildered.

I glanced at her and then pointed to the top of the telephone pole, “That guy, right there . . .”

But the pole was empty, except for a few pigeons. I could have sworn I saw someone crouched at the very top of that telephone pole, all dressed in loose fitting white clothes from head to toe, like some kind of arctic bound ninja. But there was no one there now; it could have been my imagination.

Michiko made a ‘tsk tsk’ sound with her tongue and shook her head, “Now you’re seeing your boy toy on top of telephone poles. You’ve got it bad, Keiko-chan. Come on, tell me who it is?”

I blushed automatically, “Shut up. It was nothing like that.”

She grinned, “I just love it when you wear those ribbons. You look so cute.”

“Thanks.” I said, blushing a bit.

“Well,” Michiko said, “I don’t care what kinda guy you like, as long as you don’t forget me.”

And then, to my utter and complete astonishment, Michiko looked around mischievously, making sure no one was watching us, and then leaned over and kissed me right on the lips. Not a friendly peck, mind you, she fully pressed her lips against mine and kissed me. It was a very deep, very sexual kiss, complete with a little tongue. Instinctively, I kissed her back, feeling the tingle of arousal begin. To my shock, Michiko brushed her hand across the front of my jeans, teasing my pussy through the material with her fingers, before rising up a squeezing one of my breasts.

She broke the kiss, her face flushed red with embarrassment, and I could feel the hot feeling on my skin of my own face doing the same thing. We both broke into giggles and continued down the street, now holding hands. My brain felt fuzzy as I tried to process this. We were a couple of teens, only eighteen years old, it stood to reason that we might be a little adventurous. But that had been a very adult kiss; there was no mistaking its sexual intentions. And it was obvious that we’d done it before.

It seemed we played a bit for that team. I guessed I was down with that.

After a while, Michiko reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone, “Well, at any rate, we’ve got our next job, here it is.”

‘Job’? That was a surprise; I wondered what she could mean.

Michiko went on, “It’s not at the mansion, it’s at a private residence, only three blocks from here. I’ve got everything we need in my backpack. I’ll give you the job details when we get there.”

I nodded, trying to puzzle this one out. A job? A private residence? Could it be that we were some kind of thieves for hire? It sure sounded like that they way Michiko talked about it. It seemed like even a pleasant neighborhood like this one had its seedy underbelly. Well, I still thought the best bet would be to play along. And if nothing else, at least I actually knew how do break into a house.

The Private Residence

When we finally approached the house, it turned out to be a rather standard two story middle class home. I assumed we were going to begin casing the place, but my assumption that we were there for a B&E proved to erroneous when Michiko walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds a man in his late fifties answered the door, smiling as he saw us. He had brown, slightly thinning hair, and wore wide, square glasses on his long face. All in all, he was actually quite handsome in a bookish sort of way.

I cringed inwardly at the uncharacteristic thought. What was I thinking? I was a man; I shouldn’t care how handsome he was. Except, of course, that I wasn’t a man anymore, I was a girl.

“Hi, Saito-sama.” Michiko said waving happily, “We’re from the mansion.”

Saito’s face broke into a broad grin, “Michiko-chan! Keiko-chan! Oh, well don’t you two look lovely. You’re both so cute, I’m so happy they sent the two of you.”

“Thank you very much.” We both said, blushing a bit at the compliment. Damn this body blushed so easy.

Saito opened the door and let us both in. His house was well kept and organized. As we walked into his living room, I pondered what our purpose could be in coming here. What job were we meant to do? Maybe we were picking up extra cash doing house cleaning? It was possible, I supposed. Well, I could do that. Hell, I could clean a room so spotless no one could find a single fingerprint or blood stain.

“Where did you want to do it?” Michiko asked Saito.

“In the den, please, everything’s set up.” Saito replied cryptically.

“Do you have a place for us to change?” Was Michiko’s next question.

Saito indicated a side room and I followed Michiko into it, hoping that Michiko would continue to take the lead in whatever we were about to work on, and not expect me to know anything ahead of time, which of course I didn’t. We went into the room which had a few tables and chairs strewn around along with a couple couches and a wide mirror on one wall and Michiko closed the door and started pulling some clothes out of her back pack, which she lay down on the couch. She started to get undressed and I followed suit.

As soon as we were down to just our underwear and socks, I took a look at Michiko. She was wearing a pair of tight sheer plain blue flannel panties, and a matching bra. I had seen her naked before, of course, and much more explicitly when she was Koname, but it still gave me a thrill to see her undress. Her breasts were quite a bit smaller then mine, which gave me peculiar sense of satisfaction. She noticed me looking at her and smiled playfully.

She indicated the panties I was wearing, “Good choice, those are perfect.”

A little unsure of the relevance, I smiled and thanked her. At the very least, I found her eyes on me to give me a pleasant tingle of pleasure.

I turned to the clothes Michiko had put out and frowned: They were a white button up short sleeve shirt, a short (really short) plaid skirt, a plaid collar bow, and a matching plaid beret. I blinked: It was quite obviously a Catholic school girl outfit. Was Saito hosting a cosplay party?

I quickly began to put the outfit on, hoping Michiko would make do on her promise soon and explain the particulars of whatever job we were about to do. I slid the skirt on, and felt a little shy about how short it was. I wasn’t used to wearing one, and the free feeling around my legs and crotch made me feel almost naked in it. Still, I was surprised to find that it felt natural once I had it on, despite how weird it was to be having wearing a skirt. I put on the rest of the outfit. I glanced at Michiko and realized I was supposed to tie the ends of the shirt a little bit, baring my midriff. I did so, imitating her, and leaving the top few buttons undone which showed maximum cleavage. Needless to say, I’d never shown cleavage before, it felt kinda strange.

We checked ourselves out in the mirror. I looked very cute, and there I was suddenly happy to look adorable and sexy. Hell, my cleavage was straining out of the tiny tight top I was wearing: God I had great tits. More thoughts I didn’t ever think I’d have that had come bubbling to the surface ever since I became Keiko. I smiled to myself; I couldn’t deny that it did feel good to be pretty. The thought of how much I was changing frightened me.

Michiko pulled out her cell phone again and brought up whatever e-mail she’d been looking at before. She scanned it, grinning at what she read, and then she turned to me.

“Okay, looks like this job is rather standard.” Michiko said, “It’s a ‘priest disciplines school girls’ scenario. No hard B&D or anything like that. Looks like he likes regular straight sex and oral play, and some girl/girl display, I know you’re always ready for that. But this is important, he likes virgin play, so we’re gonna have to pretend like we’ve never done anything like this before. He didn’t pay for anal or anything special like that. It should be fun, nothing we’ve haven’t done a thousand times before.”

She scrolled down the email, not noticing the stunned expression on my face.

Michiko continued, “He’s already deposited the money in main account. As soon as the job’s done, our cuts will be deposited in ours, as usual. So that’s the gist of it, all set? Let’s do this thing.”

Have you ever seen one of those cartoons where a character realized something shocking and a huge exaggeratedly heavy weight crashes down on them? Well, that’s pretty much how I felt right them. All the blood felt like it had drained from my face: We were PROSTITUES! We weren’t here to rob the place or to do any yard work, Michiko expected me to turn a trick with her.

Stunned as I was, I let Michiko lead me by the hand and out of the room, through the living room and towards the den. She pulled me along, and I followed her numbly.

The Job

Michiko stopped at the door and looked over at me, “Alright, get your game face on. We’ve been summoned to the priest’s office ‘cause we’ve been really, really bad.”

Michiko opened the door and we went in. Saito was there, dressed as a priest. He had decorated the den with a chalk board and a desk, and a Japanese flag on a pole behind him. He sat at the desk, pretending to read a bible.

The reality of it all finally came crashing down on me. Jesus Christ! I was expected to have sex with this guy! I had never been gay, and I had never even looked at another guy. I couldn’t do this, hell, I wouldn’t do this. I had to find some way to stop this that didn’t make me look suspicious. I couldn’t very well just break this guy’s knee caps. There was no way I could suck this guy’s dick let alone let him put it inside me, either. I contemplated faking a bad stomach ache, or simply pretending to faint from all the excitement. I had to do something, before this old letch decided to try to pork me.

And that’s the first time that IT happened. I’m not really sure how to describe it, it wasn’t simply getting horny. I’d been horny before, but it was never like this. This was more like becoming completely and uncontrollably horny. Aroused like I’d never been before, I started to feel a pleasant tingle between my legs that started to flow out to the rest of my body. My breath both quickened and deepened and my heart began to beat faster. My whole body warmed up and my face flushed with color. I felt a strange dampness at my crotch and realized with shock that my pussy had gotten wet.

No, no, no! I couldn’t be getting excited by this, I couldn’t be turned on by the prospect of playing out this perverted scenario with this guy, but I couldn’t help myself. My new body was betraying me to its animal passions, and I don’t think I could have stopped this even if I had really wanted to. Unable to resist the urges and drives which bubbled up inside me, and simply followed Michiko up to the desk.

Michiko put on a shy and timid look, “You wanted to see us, Father Hiro?”

I gathered Hiro was really Mr. Saito’s first name. I adopted the same look, not entirely a bit of acting. Saito rose and came around the desk.

“Yes,” He said as he came around and stood in front of us, “You two are in an awful lot of trouble. Do you know why you’re in so much trouble?”

“No, Father.” We both answered, keeping our heads down, and our chests out. We kept our hands folded together in front of ourselves, looking as much as possible as chastened school girls.

“Mother Superior has informed me that the nuns caught the two of you kissing each other on the lips this morning. Is this true?” He asked us.

We both nodded, “Yes, Father.”

Saito went on, “And they also told me that it was a deep, long kiss, and that you used your tongues. Is this also true?”

“Yes, Father.”

“You know that is a very grievous sin. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Father.”

“And yet you still did it?”

“Yes, Father.”

“I am going to have to decide on a punishment for the both of you. But to decide on that, I am going to have to know just how much a sin it was. You are going to have to kiss again, like you were caught doing, so I can see what the penalty would be.”

My crotch was crawling with sensation. I couldn’t understand it, why I was getting so turned on. Hell, I wasn’t even Catholic. But I couldn’t help myself. We slipped our arms around each other and kissed. Deeply, and sensually, our lips moved against each other. Our tongues slid into each other’s mouths and we ran our hands all over each other’s bodies, I let my fingers touch and massage Michiko’s breasts, squeezing them lightly. I could feel her heat from under her clothes, and shivers of excitement ran through me. Michiko’s lips were so soft, and her kisses so sexual, it was driving me nuts. I felt her fingers touch my breasts and shuddered as the trill ran through me, realizing how sensitive they were.

We made out like that, two happy teens in a joyful lesbian kiss, until “Father Hiro” stopped us. I felt a little angry, I wanted to keep on kissing Michiko. We resumed our previous positions, heads down arms in front, looking shy and guilty. My eyes caught the bulge of an erection in Saito’s pants, clearly displaying the outline of his penis. I blushed and looked down. What was wrong with me? Why was I looking at that?

Saito told us, “Now I know how bad you’ve been. You’ve been bad girls, and you have to be punished. Come to me.”

We both approached him, timidly, not sure what he had in mind. Well, I kind of think Michiko had an idea of what was coming, but it was all new to me. Saito pushed us both over his desk on our stomachs. Sitting next to us, he ran his hands over my back, running them up and down. Unbidden, my body began to respond, despite my best efforts to quell it. He reached down and put a hand on my ass through the skirt. I gasped and blushed as he squeezed me.

“You’ve been a bad little girl, Keiko-chan.” Saito cooed, “Such a bad little girl. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Father Hiro.” I said, my voice quavering a bit.

I gasped again as he lifted my skirt up above my waist, exposing my rear and my panties to himself. I blushed as I felt his hand run over my butt, touching me though the thin flannel of my underwear. As he ran his hands over me, he came close to touching my vagina, and shivers of anticipation ran through my body. My heart beat faster, partially out of fear. My body was enjoying his hands on me, and my mind was rapidly starting to enjoy it too. I could feel unwanted changes happening to me.

“Yes, you’ve been such a bad girl, Keiko-chan.” Saito said soothingly, “What have you been?”

“A bad girl, Father.” I answered. Damn! Just being called that was turning me on, like I somehow longed to be a bad girl.

Saito grinned, “Yes, you have, and you must be punished.”

And then, son of bitch! He spanked me! He just hauled off and smacked me on my ass hard, on one cheek and then the other. I yelped in pain and surprise and twisted my body as Saito spanked my ass repeatedly on one side and then the other. The stinging pain flooded my rear, tears springing up in my eyes and I cried out in pain. This was humiliating! I was a combat veteran, damnit. I was an agent of the Japanese government. You didn’t spank a government agent, damnit. How could I let myself be treated like this?

“Bad girl, Keiko-chan! Bad girl!” He yelled at me.

And then, to my horror, no, no, no, I began to enjoy it. The pain began to stimulate my already soggy pussy and my body began to move a little bit as the stinging brought my flesh alive. Damn my new body and the freaky stuff it responded too. I bit my lip as goose bumps rose on my arms, Saito slapping my ass good and then rubbing it with his hands, spreading my cheeks. Shit, if any of my former fellow agents could see me now, I’d die of embarrassment. I lost count of how many he gave me, but my butt must have been red like hell when he finished.

He moved over to Michiko and gave her the same treatment, spanking her hard, making her body jolt. I looked over at her and saw an expression of rapt joy on her face, her tongue snaking out and licking her lips as she unabashedly enjoyed her butt slapping. She glanced at me with an out of character mischievous grin on her face. And god damnit, seeing her like that was turning me on also.

“You’re bad girl, Michiko-chan! A very bad girl!”

“Yes!” Michiko cried. “I’m a bad girl! Punish me; I’ve been such a bad girl!”

After Saito had finished spanking Michiko and using the words “bad girl” for about the hundredth time, he took her off the table and had her stand a few feet back. Michiko knelt down and then sat back on her heels, watching me with her hands clasped in her lap. Then he stood me up and turned me around facing away from the desk. He ran his hands over my body, lightly touching my breasts, causing me to blush. He kissed me on the cheek and a small moan escaped my lips. I didn’t know what to do, I was teetering on the edge of an abyss and each bit of contact threatened to push me over.

Saito whispered in my ear, “Keiko-chan, you’re so pretty. But you’re so naughty. When you’re naughty like that you might get caught. Then you’d be in trouble, and we don’t want that. So we’ll just have to get all that naughtiness out of you.”

As he continued to move his hands over my body, he kissed me on the lips. My body jerked, and slight feeling of pleasure ran though me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth as he kissed me deeply, letting his hands touch me all over. He teased my nipples through my shirt, making them hard. I kissed him back, completely unable to stop myself. I was really doing it; I was really kissing a man! I felt my body melt beneath his lips. I glanced at Michiko to see her leering at us.

Moving his hand down and breaking the kiss, Saito reached down and lifted up my skirt again, exposing the front of my panties. I blushed again as they were exposed, especially the rather obvious wet spot between my legs. He ran his hands over the front of my panties, moving down and getting closer.

“Oh, you’re all wet.” Saito leered, “Naughty, naughty, Keiko-chan.”

With one finger, he touched my pussy through the material. My whole body jerked and I let out an audible moan as he touched me. He moved it up and down, running along the length of my vagina, slightly masturbating me. He held up my skirt with both hands, moaning as he touched me. His finger touching me felt so good, I didn’t resist at all as he ran it up and down on me.

Gripping both side of my panties with his hands, he slowly pulled them down, exposing my teenage pussy. He pulled it down my legs and then let me step out of them. His hand quickly returned to my crotch, this time four fingers rubbing my vagina and causing me to let out shrill groans of enjoyment. My legs spread automatically, allowing him more access. My pussy was shaved clean with just a Mohawk of hair above it.

“Shaved: How cute, Keiko-chan.” Saito observed, rubbing my bare, hairless vagina.

Putting his hands under my arms, Saito pushed me up on the desk and then reached down with his hands and spread my legs wide, completely exposing my vagina in the most pornographic way possible. He then pulled my shirt open and pushed my bra cups aside, exposing my bare breasts and my stiff, puffy nipples. I gave a small squeal and blushed as I was exposed. The eyes on me were stimulating me, and I found my body was reacting sensually to being exposed like that. I shuddered as he spread my pussy lips, biting down on my lip.

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Keiko-chan.” Saito said in a rather un-priest like manner. Didn’t really spoil the illusion, though.

He leaned in and I gasped as he licked my snatch, moving his tongue along the lips. I found my hips rolling a little as he started to eat me, licking my pussy hungrily and sucking on the tissue. My hands gripped the hem of my skirt tightly as I shivered a little in pleasure, moaning obviously as he licked me. It felt good, really good, to be eaten out like that. My tongue snaked out involuntarily and licked my lips as my eyes closed and my head rolled.

Suddenly, I yelped again in surprise as I felt Saito’s finger slip past my lips and inside my pussy. Electric tingles of pleasure were radiating out as my vagina reacted to this small penetration. I let out embarrassing cries of joy as a second finger entered and Saito began to finger fuck me rapidly while sucking on my swollen clit. This felt incredible, but this wasn’t good. I was loosing control, my body taking over from my rational mind. If this kept up, who knew what I’d end up doing. And I wasn’t ever sure I didn’t want to find out. I moved my hips and closed my eyes again, enjoying the sensations.

When I opened them briefly I could see that Michiko’s hand was between her legs as she watched me. Saito must have noticed her too, because he stood up and gestured for her to come over. Eagerly, she crawled over on all fours and rose up, sliding her head between my legs with a naughty wink. Her smaller tongue worked along my pussy lips, slipping between them and inside of me, making me squirm with enjoyment as she expertly tickled my swollen clit with the tip.

Saito kissed my lips wetly and then moved down, taking one of nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked on it while gently squeezing my breast with his hand. I didn’t know what to do, I liked being suckled that way, and I couldn’t seen to fight it.

After I moaned and wailed for a time at the mercy of Michiko-chan’s tongue, Saito stopped us and had us both kneel in front of the desk with him standing in front of us. He rubbed the obvious bulge of his hard penis through his pants. Much as I tried, I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and unbidden, unwelcome, feelings of lust began to bubble to the surface. I couldn’t help but get excited. I didn’t want to, I was a man, and a man should not be excited by another man’s dick. But this was a girl’s body, with a girl’s needs, and they were taking over, overriding my previous social conditioning.

Saito spoke, “You know, when little girls like you are naughty, they must perform penance.”

He began to undo his belt and pants, pulling down his zipper. I wanted to scream, he was really gonna pull out his dick. Part of me was cringing at the prospect, but my heart still fluttered and that confusing, frustrating desire was welling up inside me, making me excited and longing to see it. He reached into his underwear and pulled out his penis. It was pretty large sized, and completely hard.

I heard Michiko make a soft sigh of lust next to me. It was all I could do not to do the same. My pussy was gushing at the sight of his manhood and pleasant feelings of desire and excitement ran through me as it came into view. I licked my lips again without realizing it.

“Begin you’re penance, you bad little girls.” Saito instructed us.

This sounded like a scene from Deliverance; was he going to make us squeal like a pig next?

I know, I know, I should have seen this coming. But it gave me a sobering dose of reality. He was asking us to suck his dick. Again I contemplated faking an illness, and again my body was betraying me, filling me with perverse desires I couldn’t control. We moved up to him, closer to his exposed hard cock. Fortunately, Michiko decided to go first. She took his penis in her delicate small hands and began to masturbate him gently, kissing the tip before licking up and down the shaft of it. She slipped his dick between her lips and began to blow him, sucking his cock with practiced sure motions. I got chills watching her do that, thinking of how many dicks had been between those lovely tiny lips.

“Oh, Michiko-chan! Oh, that’s good. Work your penance, oh god.” Saito moaned, still in character.

I knew she was going to hand it to me any second now, and felt a giddy feeling of anticipation welling up in me. I couldn’t help myself; I wanted to do it, to feel it in my hands and in my mouth. My snatch crawled with sensation.

Michiko pulled it out of her mouth and handed it to me. I hesitated; my hand stopping as I reached for it, conflicted with myself.

“Go ahead, Keiko-chan.” Saito instructed me.

Gingerly, I reached up and touched his penis. I could feel the warm, soft flesh against my fingers. I knew basically, how to do this, just from be having been on the receiving end of quite of few professionally given blow jobs, especially in my recent depressed and alcoholic state. I realized with a heavy heart that that had been back when I had actually HAD a cock. Though truth be told, leaning how much fun a pussy could be was quickly alleviating that sense of loss. I know, that’s fucked up, isn’t it?

Very tentatively, I stuck out my tongue and then gave the tip of his penis a lick. My body shivered at the contact. It didn’t taste gross at all, and I was surprised to find that the action didn’t really feel wrong at all either. Gripping the base with my hand, I slipped his dick between my lips and, still feeling a twinge of shame, began to suck his cock up and down like the slut I apparently was. Goose bumps flooded all over my body which flushed red with enthusiasm. My breasts flopped back and forth as I moved up and down. Damn it, his cock actually felt good in my mouth. My reservations disappeared as I began to suck him faster, bobbing my head on his penis.

“Oh, that’s the way.” Saito groaned at my attentions, “Oh, Keiko-chan, your blessed with talent.”

“You look so hot doing that.” Michiko-chan whispered to me.

My pussy crawled with stimulation, and I found myself slipping a hand between my legs and lightly masturbating myself. This cock in my mouth was turning me on, and there was no way to fight it: I was a slave to my cocksucking desires, his penis between my lips causing all sorts of feelings to rise in me that I’d never felt before. I sucked on him, pausing to lick along the shaft, swallowing every inch of his manhood down my throat.

When he finally stopped me, I actually tried to push against his hands and get it back into my mouth; I was that delirious with lust. I couldn’t believe how good, how RIGHT that dick had felt between my lips.

Clasping her shoulders, Saito raised Michiko on her feet.

“Take off her panties, Keiko-chan.” He told me.

Michiko lifted up her skirt for me and I reached up and grabbed her panties with both hands, pulling them down. I felt a little bit of satisfaction that I wasn’t the only one with slightly wet underwear. I pulled them down, and felt my heart quicken as I saw her bared cunny right in front of me. She wasn’t shaved like me, but she was well trimmed and groomed. She stepped out of her panties, and I leaned in totally on impulse and gave her pussy a lick, tasting her juices on my tongue. Michiko giggled appreciatively. Behind us, Saito had taken his pants off all the way.

“Still being naughty with each other, I see.” Saito laughed, “Such bad, bad girls.”

Yeah, that we definitely were.

Tossing his pants aside, Saito went around behind us as I stood up as well. He reached behind me, and my breath deepened, knowing that his hard cock was right in back of me. He unzipped my skirt from the back and pushed it down, letting it drop to the floor, stripping me nude from the waist down. I blushed, still feeling shy about being exposed like this, but also exhilarated at it at the same time. He moved over and did the same to Michiko, dropping her skirt, exposing her creamy, surprisingly rounded for her age buttocks. Michiko giggled looking at me, still seeming shy, teasing her lip with one finger.

Saito pushed Michiko up to the desk and bent her over it once more. She spread her legs wide giving him better access. Her body undulated with anticipation as he got behind her and ran his dick lightly over her butt.

I got up and sat next to her on the desk, watching with a lustful twinkle in my eyes. I was excited beyond words, I couldn’t wait to see cute little Michiko-chan get fucked.

“You’re such a dirty girl, Michiko-chan.” Saito cooed, “Do you want this inside you?”

“Yes.” Michiko begged, “I’m a dirty girl; put it in me, please, Father Hiro.”

Saito gave her another hard slap on the ass, turning one cheek red again, and causing Michiko to jerk in surprise, her face reading complete enjoyment of the act. He pushed his cock against her pussy and slipped into her. Michiko writhed and let out a high, long moan of pleasure as she was penetrated. Saito began to fuck her, moving in and out of her pussy rapidly, driving her into shakes of joy. She moaned as she was fucked, twisting her body. Her breasts slapped back and forth with the motion, making a slight jiggling sound.

After a bit, Saito pulled out of Michiko and looked at me. He looked from me to his dick several times. It took me a bit to understand what he was expecting. Realizing, I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth, sucking on it just above Michiko’s dripping vagina. I slurped on his cock deeply, letting it go deep in my throat. And Jeeze, I could still taste Michiko on his cock. I sucked it a little bit and then guided it back in and he fucked her some more. It went on like that for a few times: He stop and pull out, and I’d suck him a little before he put it back inside Michiko. We kept that up until he got so into fucking her he stopped asking for my blows.

I spread my legs a little and let my fingers find my pussy, rubbing myself as I watched. With my other hand a massaged my large breasts softly, squeezing them lightly and sensuously. This was a beautiful sight to see: Michiko’s cute schoolgirl personae meshed with her wanton sexuality in a way that was indescribably sexy, an incredible thing to see. She rocked back and forth as Saito’s large adult dick moved in and out of her wet teenage pussy. She rolled her head, moaning in ecstasy, delighted in her penetration. She gripped the desk, her body sweating, her eyes closed and her mouth open emitting loud cries of pleasure.

It seemed to go on for a long time before Saito, with a vigor that seemed a bit at odds with his age (Viagra?), finally pulled out of the twitching and squirming Michiko-chan. I had worked myself up into a delirious state, the whole room now a cloud of unreality. Gently, Saito pushed me back down on my back on the desk while Michiko stood up. Reality came crashing back to me as soon as he spread my legs. I stared at him, eyes wide in fear and comprehension.

Oh, my god! He was really going to do this to me; he was really going to fuck me. I was actually going to have his dick inside me. Any of the other stuff I’d done might be iffy, but once he actually penetrated me, there would be no going back: I will have had sex with a man. My past screamed at me to stop it somehow, but my present wouldn’t let me. I was too consumed with desire; some unspeakable part of me was rising to the occasion. I wanted him to do it; I wanted him to fuck me. My pussy was crying out for satisfaction, my skin and body alive with electricity. My will was sapped, eradicated by my deepest, darkest, heartfelt instinct.

“Keiko-chan, are you a dirty girl?” Saito asked me impishly.

“Ah, I’m a dirty girl; I’m a dirty slut.” I moaned, barely conscious of what I’d said as my body quivered in anticipation of its reward.

“Do you want me inside you?”

I heard myself say, “Yes! Please put it in me, Father Hiro! Please fuck me!”

Who said that? Did I say that? What was happening to me? At least, I crazily thought, Michiko would be pleased that I didn’t break character.

And then, my whole world changed forever as Father Hiro slid his hard cock right into my tiny teenage slit. I gasped as the penetration happened, my body suddenly and instantaneously responding to it. I willed myself not to enjoy it, but I knew it was futile, my body and mind had been altered too much. Tears sprung up in my eyes, part from the humiliation, and partly out of joy. He began to move inside me, thrusting his hips at me, moving in and out. My breast flapped back and forth on my chest. My head fell back and I moaned my back arching as he fucked me. It felt good, so damn good to have him inside me.

My hands reached up and gripped his shoulders as my head rolled with the sensations. My hips began to return his thrusts, matching them, driving him deeper inside of me. Cries and groans of bliss escaped my lips as I surrendered to him, undulating under him, waves of pleasure coursing through me. My breath came out in short but deep gasps. I couldn’t deny that sex had never been this good before.

He pulled out and motioned for Michiko who did the same thing I had: leaning over and sucking his dick a little before putting it back in me. Devilishly, Michiko added the trick of tickling my clit a little as she sucked him right before she put it back, driving me deeper into my abyss of pleasure. I squirmed as he fucked me good, making me moan and wail as the good feelings coursed through me. I was loosing myself to the pleasure, sinking deeper and deeper into an ocean of bliss that I couldn’t wait to drown in.

With a sudden motion, Saito pulled me off the desk and stood me on the floor a few feet away. He bent me all the way over and grabbed my hands, holding on tightly while he spread my legs wide, and, with me bent over at the torso, entered me again. I yelped and cried out as he fucked me faster and harder this time, filling the room with a wet slapping sound as his cock drove into me from behind. My boobs were swinging like pendulums as the motion moved them. Sweat poured down my brow as I shuddered and squirmed, gripping his hands behind me as he moved in and out of my wet, throbbing hole.

Michiko came around me and brought my face into her pussy. I licked and sucked on it eagerly, tasting her juices while Saito’s cock did its work, pushing me on towards oblivion with its pleasures. My body was filled with joyful, exquisite sensations that put me on the brink of loosing all control. In that moment, Mitzuhara Tako ceased to be, and I became nothing other then busty little Keiko-chan, happily naked, her body spasming with pleasure, a cock in her pussy and a pussy in her face. There was nothing outside of this room, nothing beyond the waves of pleasure that coursed through my body.

I couldn’t help myself, I loved what he was doing to me, and I loved having his penis inside me. For the first time since I’d woken up in the strange new body, I felt completely and wholly like a girl. And I reveled in it, crying out with joy against Michiko’s wet vagina. At some point there, I made Michiko cum, but I wasn’t quite sure when. I know my mouth was suddenly drenched in her juices and Michiko-chan shuddered and convulsed in front of me, crying out with a strong climax.

I could feel the pleasure building up in my own body, getting stronger and stronger as I was screwed, causing me to yelp and moan and trash my head wildly. Finally it came, I screamed aloud with an orgasm that sent waves of pleasure through my tiny preteen body, making me squirm and writhe with delight. I shook and cried out, incredible feelings of pleasure exploding within me. I’d had orgasms before, but they were nothing like this. My whole body seemed to explode with delight. I shuddered and moaned, thrashing until the last of my spasms subsided.

“Oh, god. Oh, Father. Ohhhhh!” I moaned.

Saito pulled out of me and pushed the two of us back down on our knees. We began sucking on his dick again, working on it in tandem, licking along the shaft harmonica style on either side. I couldn’t stop, even though I’d already cum, I was still ravenously horny, and his penis tasted oh so good in my small girl’s mouth. I had known plenty of girls in my time who didn’t suck cock (thought they were always bugging me to eat them out), but now I couldn’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to do this. We both slurped hungrily on his member, our saliva coating his manhood as we worked on it.

Finally, Saito began to masturbate himself rapidly, moaning deeply. Michiko and I held out heads together cheek to cheek, our mouths open wide, waiting for him to cum. He gave out a long series of grunts and then ejaculated in great spurts all over our mouths and faces. The warm hot semen slid down into my mouth and across my chin. I didn’t care anymore; I lapped up every drop of his delicious spunk. The salty taste filled my mouth and I licked and sucked on his cock with Michiko until he’s spilled the last drop.

We fell to the floor and lay there spent for a while, catching our breath. As I calmed down, and my breathing slowed, I became more and more aware of what I had just done. I small feeling of nausea churned in the pit of my stomach. What had I done? The memories of what I had just engaged in swirled around me like some kind of surreal nightmare. What was worse was I knew I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

I looked over and saw Michiko saying something to Saito, who right away picked up a cell phone. After he was done punching buttons, he showed it to Michiko, who nodded and gave him a thumbs up. I guess the business had been concluded.

We used Saito’s bathroom to clean ourselves up and then we got dressed back in our regular clothes. I followed Michiko around in a complete daze, still trying to get a handle on what had happened to me, what I had done.

As we left, Michiko said to Saito, “Bye, Saito-san. Call us again soon.”

The Walk Home

As we left the house and began the walk home, Michiko punched a few more buttons on her cell and grinned at me with a happy expression, looking like the proverbial cat who had just swallowed the canary.

She showed the phone to me, “Our money’s been deposited. We have officially been paid for our services.”

She giggled happily as I took the phone and looked at it. There, on the screen, was a bank statement detailing the transfer of money to two separate accounts, our share of the fee after the house got their cut, I assumed. My mouth dropped open when I looked at the amount.

¥9,000,000* had been deposited to an account under the name Yamato Keiko! My jaw fell open: ¥9,000,000 each? We made THAT much doing this? It boggled the mind that someone would spend so much money just for an hour with us, but that seemed to be the case. I could only imagine what people paid for something extra.

Michiko grinned at me, “Good work in there, by the way.”

Reminded uncomfortably about what I’d just done, I mumbled, “Thanks.”

“No, seriously.” Michiko insisted, “You were great: It really seemed like you’ve never done anything like that before, I was impressed. Virgin play isn’t always easy, especially if you’re as far from being virgins as we are, but you made it seem totally natural.”

I smiled at her, “Thank you.”

I winced inwardly: Of course it looked like I’d never done that sort of thing before . . . I hadn’t ever done that sort of thing before, not with a man at least. For all intents and purposes, my female form had been a virgin. I tried not to sigh despondently, what weird mess I was in. How was I going to live with myself if I managed to get my old body back?

“Well,” Michiko said interrupting my dark thoughts, “I’ve gotta be getting home. Great job today again, that was a really fun job. I’ll see you in school.”

And then, Michiko looked around to make sure we weren’t being watched and kissed me again. I kissed her back instantly, feeling her lips against mine pleasantly. At least I could live with this pretty easy. Michiko squeezed my breast playfully and then broke the kiss and ran off, waving good bye happily. I waved back and then started back the way I had come, those strange other memories leading me back to my home.

As I walked, I considered what had happened today, trying to think logically and unemotionally. There was no way around it; I was different in my personality as well as my body. I had been changed into a different person, and the thought scared the hell out of me. I simply wasn’t Tako anymore. I was Keiko now, and while I shared a lot of memories and personality traits that I’d had in my former identity, I had new traits along with my new memories. I was still me, so to speak, but a different me.

And considering the fucked up mess that I’d been before, I began to think that maybe being Keiko could be one of the best things that ever happened to me. After all, as Keiko I wasn’t too likely to wake up with an empty bottle in pool of my own vomit, and I wasn’t surrounded by seedy sociopathic pariahs waiting for the next opportunity to put a bullet in my head. Before my fall from grace, I had served my country with distinction (a country that, as Keiko, I had finally returned to), in a weird way, this was almost like a reward.

On the down side, I had to go back to school. I made an unpleasant face, that was really gonna suck. I hoped it wouldn’t be too long till graduation.

Movement suddenly distracted me: I looked across the street and then I saw them again, two of them this time: Two more figures clad completely in loose fitting white, their faces covered with white sheets. They were crawling on all fours this time up the driveway of the house directly to my right and across the road.

And then they were gone. Just like that, I blinked and they simply vanished. Like they were never there. I wondered if I had imagined them.

I was so busy looking across the street at where I had last seen them that I didn’t notice the guy right in front of me until I had almost walked right into him. I turned my head and was suddenly looking right at him. I screamed and jumped back, instinctively reaching for the Glock in small of my back before remembering that it wasn’t there anymore. I would have to get used to reaching for the Berretta in the bottom of my purse.

“Woah!” The guy said holding his hands up, “Watch it, Keiko-chan, you almost steamrolled me.”

The guy was about my age, a little taller then me. He had his hair thick and parted to one side and dyed a reddish color. He was dressed casually in baggy jeans and a blue hoodie sweater. He certainly seemed to know me.

“I’m sorry.” I said, giving him an apologetic bow.

I looked at him and then blushed: Oh my god, this guy was gorgeous. My breathing quickened a little and I felt my heart flutter in my chest. Again, I had no control over this; I simply melted at the sight of him.

“So what were you looking at?” He asked me.

Oh, just some wackos in white ninja outfits that disappeared into thin air, nothing much. I didn’t want to say anything like that, of course, I was afraid of scaring him away. I didn’t even know his name; hopefully there’d be something in my diary that told me who he was.

“I . . . I saw a cute cat across the street.” I told him instead, “It’s gone now, scurried over a fence.”

“Jeeze, you’re weird.” The guy laughed, “Watch where you’re going next time.”

“Well, hang on.” I said defensively, “What were you looking at? You didn’t get out of the way.”

The boy chuckled, and turned a little red, “Well . . . actually, I was looking at you.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I became excited, “What?”

“I was wondering what you were looking at, and, well, I guess I thought you’d see me.” He confessed, shrugging.

I stepped closer to him, a wide smile on my face, “Oh, you were watching me?”

He turned red, “Uh, no, it’s not like that?”

“Were you following me?” I smiled mischievously, bouncing on my toes, my purse clutched in front of me, “Are you . . . stalking me? Following me around, peeping in my window? Well, I can appreciate your feeling.”

Jesus Christ, I was flirting with this guy! I couldn’t help it; it seemed so automatic and natural as I fell into it.

“Awe, cut it out, Keiko-chan.” The boy said, red faced, “It’s nothing like that, I wouldn’t do that. No way.”

I felt disappointment in the pit of my stomach.

“Anyways,” He said, “What are you up too?”

“I was just out with Michiko-chan for a little bit.” I answered, not un-truthfully.

“Okay, will I see you in school?” He asked.

I giggled, “Of course you will: You’ll be watching me! You’ll follow me in the halls, spy on me in class maybe even . . .”

I made an exaggerated gasp and then put both hands on the side of my face in an embellished expression of embarrassment, “. . . maybe even watch me in the shower!”

I covered my face and made a corny cartoony series of giggles. I know it was stupid and silly, but I was having a lot of fun doing it. A giddy sense of playfulness had enveloped me in the presence of this guy, whose name I didn’t even recall. I just knew that I liked being with him.

“Man, Keiko-chan, you’re deranged.” He rolled his eyes.

“Maybe that’s why you like me?” I suggested.

“Against my better judgment.” He laughed playfully socking me on the arm.

I fixed him with a serious gaze, and said, “Alright, buster, you asked for it.”

I took my hand and licked my palm and fingers, covering them with saliva. I then made a move like I was going to smack him with it. He jumped back laughing.

“Eww. That’s gross!” He complained.

I jumped forward, trying to get a shot in at his cheek or forehead. He jumped away, running down the sidewalk laughing.

“No, no, no! Don’t you dare!” He protested giggling.

“Come back here and take your medicine.” I teased.

He ran down the street laughing as I chased him, also giggling merrily. It was fun, pure laughter of the kind I had not felt in a long, long time. I couldn’t even remember the last time that Tako had been just happy. I felt like I might want to stay like this forever. I knew I had to find the truth, to find out what was happening and why. But when I did, would I really want to go back to the way things were? Would it really be so bad to remain Keiko for the rest of my life? Keiko was a happy, fun loving girl. She had a warm loving family, and plenty of friends who cared about her as something other then a government asset.

No, that wouldn’t be so bad. That wouldn’t be so bad at all.


*A little over $100,000 U.S.D.