Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Keiko Conspiracy ❯ File 002 ( Chapter 2 )

THE KEIKO
CONSPIRACY:
FILE 002

By Hardcover



I was in a large dark round room. There was no light except for a spotlight directed on me. I could hear the sounds of muttering and whisperings all around me. My hands were shackled in front of me. There was a loud pounding sound, like a hammer striking something, and the noise settled down.

A deep throaty voice bellowed, “Bring forth the accused.”

A light came on, illuminating ridiculously tall judge’s bench and a robed and wigged withered old man sitting at it with a huge oversized gavel, a wigged judge from an English court, not a Japanese one. The peculiar man glared at me with barely disguised contempt. I found myself walking forward. Next to the bench, a middle aged woman in a suit held open a huge book.

She spoke, “Your Honor, the accused Special Agent Mitzuhara Tako, is hereby charged with treason to his country, and treason to his own gender.”

The Judge banged the gavel again, “Despicable! How do we find the defendant?”

From all around me, ghostly voices rang out, and floating white disembodied faces appeared in the darkness above. Hollow eyes staring, mouths moving and shimmering as they spoke, pronouncing their verdict.

“Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!” They said.

I turned back to The Judge in fear, what was going on? How could this be happening? The Judge glared at me with tiny black beady eyes under the oversized English style wig.

“Mitzuhara Tako!” He rasped, “I herby sentence you to . . . CASTRATION!!!”

I gasped in horror, and a huge hole opened in the floor. A massive metal robot, looking like an ungodly cross between The Terminator and a samurai came clanging out of the hole, advancing on me. As it moved there were hisses and groans form it gears and the deep metal thunk of its feet on the floor. A loud repetitive beeping sound could be heard from its chest. It had scissors instead of hands, which clacked together ominously.

“No! This is wrong!” I screamed, “Please, no! I haven’t done anything!”

The robot advanced on me, the beeping sounds getting louder, the scissors clicking together with anticipation. I tried to run but my legs wouldn’t move. I screamed, tears in my eyes and the robot got closer and closer to its goal.

And then, suddenly, I woke with a start, sweat bathing my body. I fell back to the bed; it had all been a dream. I breathed a sigh of relief. It had just been a stupid nightmare. Except that I was still hearing that annoying beeping noise. It took me a second to realize that it was my alarm clock ringing.

It was time to get ready for my first day of school.

The Morning Ritual

It took me a bit to remember and get a grip on where I was. I was back in the pink stuffed animal filled bedroom, and I was now an eighteen year old girl named Keiko. Waking up like this was still disorienting. I threw the pink and white sheets back and slid my bare legs over the side. I was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and a white tank top, that barely contained my largish breasts. I ran my hands through my long black hair, only actresses on TV ever woke up with their hair perfect, mine was a tangled mess. I yawned a bit and after getting myself oriented, I hopped out of bed.

It was my third day since waking up ten years in the past, transformed into a young girl. The third day since I had taken on this new identity. My third day in my new life as Keiko, and with school ahead of me, this promised to be the most challenging yet. I had poured over the diaries on my desk until I was blue in the face and poured over the personal diaries on my computer. I now felt that I had a pretty good idea of who was who in my life, but that was not the same thing as actually going out and interacting with them. And I still had nothing but unanswered questions.

I had gotten up extra early so as to get into the bathroom with no trouble, a major concern when you have two siblings. I walked out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. It looked like everyone was still asleep. From reading my diaries I had learned that I apparently liked to go around the house in my underwear, a practice that both irritated and amused my family.

I walked into the bathroom and peeled off my tank top after closing the door behind me, letting my breasts fall free across my chest. I tossed it and my panties into the hamper and stopped to stare at myself in the mirror. It was still shocking and surreal to see my reflection, no longer did I see the gaunt face, deep sunken eyes and heavy stubble of a booze addled failed spy that was pushing fifty. The pretty young naked girl who stared back at me in the glass was as far from my familiar face as could be. I ran my hands over my new body, looking it over: The fair hairless skin, the ample firm breasts with their puffy little pink nipples. I always got a bit of shiver looking down between my legs and not seeing my penis anymore, just that small little vagina sitting there.

That was my pussy; it was still hard to accept it as my own, but there it was, a part of me.

In a lot of ways, that should have been more traumatic for me then it was. That was the most frightening thing about my transformation: I was different in my mind as well as my body then I had been before. In many ways I had ceased to be Mitzuhara Tako and had fully become Yamato Keiko. I had vague memories that were not my own and thoughts and feelings I never would have had in my old body continually bubbled to the surface. However, the fear ebbed off as I thought about the train wreck I had been before this happened.

Yesterday had been spent getting used to things: For one thing, it had been skirt day. Looking through all the photos I had and reading my diaries, I had realized that I seemed to like skirts more then pants. Obviously, I had never actually worn a skirt before. So, I had worn a skirt all day yesterday, trying to get used to wearing one. It had been more difficult then I’d thought; just remembering that I was wearing one was a challenge, and I think I flashed my panties at my poor confused brother so much he probably had an oedipal complex by the end of the day.

Unfortunately, my attempt to put on some of the make up I found in my room had proved disastrous: I wound up looking vaguely like a kabuki dancer. To make matters worse, my good for nothing ‘brother’ Kentaro had barged into my room again and had practically fallen on the floor laughing at me. He started to toss out Joker lines from the Batman movies, saying things like: ‘Wait’ll they get a load of me!’, ‘Where does he get those wonderful toys?’ and ‘Why so serious?’ (I thought he was forgetting one, until I remembered that it was 2008 and the version with Zac Efron in the role hadn’t been made yet).

It also freaked out my little sister Sachi when she saw it (saw it because my dick brother called her in to see it), and I will admit I had a lot of fun chasing her around asking “Am I pretty?” over and over. Yeah, I know that was a little immature and stupid, but what do you want from me? I was only eighteen now.

I pulled back the curtain, turned on the water and got into the shower, letting the warm water trickle all over my naked body. It felt good, the water on my skin, flowing between my breast, and I began to wash myself as my mind wandered over the bizarre events of the last two days.

So many unanswered questions: How had this happened to me? Why had this been done to me? Who were the strange white shrouded figures I’d seen? Why did I have a gun in my purse? What was the connection between the girl Yashuhiro Koname that I’d been hired to find before this happened and her doppelganger in this world Michiko?

So many things I didn’t know. I ran my hands all over my eighteen year old skin, soaping up my body. I still couldn’t help but feel that this was a respite: My miserable existence as Tako had been a life of unending torment and alcohol abuse, dealing with the dregs of society while smoking my lungs into oblivion and poisoning my liver. I had to admit, I was much happier as Keiko, as weird as that sounded. The temptation was strong to simply live out the rest of my life like this. I guess you’d have to have lived like I had in to fully understand. And also on the plus side, I hadn’t craved a drink for the whole two days.

And like I said, I was different as Keiko. It was impossible to deny that I had really enjoyed having sex with Saito-sensei that first time. My body had felt more alive in the troughs of that passion they I ever had before. It was frightening and wonderful all at the same time, and part of me still resisted the urges of my female form, but the memory still caused me to tingle all over with a little bit of desire.

Without realizing it, my hand had slipped between my legs and begun gently massaging my pussy as I remembered the trick I’d turned with Michiko, all the sensations and pleasure that had flowed through me. A small moan escaped my lips as I began to sink into the memory. And then suddenly I remembered the mysterious boy I’d met afterwards, whose name I still didn’t know, and my odd reaction to him.

Too late I realized what I was doing and before I could stop I came, gasping as a small but pleasant orgasm radiated out from between my legs. I gripped the side of the shower and let the pleasure flow until it stopped, my chest rising and falling, making my breasts jiggle a little as I shivered. Damn, why was my body so goddamn sensitive?

Getting a hold of myself, I began the rather lengthy process of shampooing all this fucking hair, which I had managed to get the hang of. I didn’t have time to sit here and daydream. I had managed to find out more about my mysterious profession as a prostitute from the files on my computer. Apparently, we all worked out of a secret brothel called The Mansion, and tons of young girls from all over town worked there. Not the kind of thing you’d expect to find in Japan, but I’d accepted the fact that lots of this new life was different besides just me. The way it worked, apparently, was that once a client picked you, you were contacted and you set up the appointment, either in The Mansion itself or at a home the way we had with Saito-Sensei. So far, knock on wood, no one had called me yet. The idea of being a hooker still clashed with my former identity, but I couldn’t really deny, no matter how hard I tried, how much I had enjoyed the sex with Michiko and Mr. Saito. In the end, I was both dreading and excited about my first call from a client.

What kind of made me nervous was that apparently, I had some specific regulars who ranked as VIP clients, and when I got a call from one of them, unless I was in school or with another customer, I was expected to drop everything and run over to The Mansion. I was dreading one of those calls.

This all was sort of surreal, how could something like this operate in broad daylight, and how in the world do young girls have bank accounts in their names only for all the money that was spent without anyone noticing it? More mysteries that I had no solution too.

I shut off the shower and began to dry myself. Suddenly, the door banged open and my slightly rude good for nothing brother Kentaro-kun stuck his head in the bathroom.

“Hey, Keiko-chan!” He called, “You think you might give some of the rest of us some time in there!”

So much for getting up early. I exhaled and rolled my eyes, Kentaro-kun was actually a nice guy, and truth be told, I did like his company, but like lots of older brothers I guess, he could be a real putz sometimes. Suddenly, a wicked, naughty idea occurred to me.

I pulled the curtain aside and stepped out of the shower completely naked in front of him. His eyes bulged out of his sockets and his mouth fell open.

“Jeeze, Kentaro-kun,” I said playfully, “If you want me to get out I’ll get out.”

“Woah! Keiko-chan, what are you doing?” He said still staring.

“Or would you like to get in with me and save water?” I asked mischievously, “Are you peeping on me? Is that why you’re here? You like looking at me naked?”

“What in the world are you talking about?” Kentaro-kun exclaimed, his face turning bright red.

“Kentaro-kun’s a peeping tom! Kentaro-kun’s a peeping tom!” I sang, teasing him, squeezing my boobs and pushing them together while wiggling my admittedly curvy hips.

“Cut it out, ya freak!” He said, blushing even more. He then turned and darted away while I giggled happily. I know that was a mean thing to do, but damn it was so much fun.

I finished drying myself and began the long, tedious process of drying my hair. Goddamnit, being a girl is so friggin complicated. When I was finally done I wrapped the towel around myself and head for my bedroom. As I left I heard Kentaro complaining to Mom about me, only to be told, “She’s yours sister, just deal with it.”

Once in the room I tossed the towel aside and started getting dressed. It was weird how many panties with cutesy animals on them I owned, but I shuffled through looking for something less on the froo froo side. To my surprise, I found a pair with King Ghidorah on them. What the heck? I shrugged and put them on, and then quickly started looking for a matching bra. Don’s ask me why I wanted them to match, I just did. I found an appropriate one and slipped it on, struggling a bit to hook it in the back, and then went about putting on my school uniform.

The uniforms at Hajimemashite High School are pretty much the standard “sailor suit” uniforms most Japanese schools use: A blue skirt (much shorter then usual, I noticed) with black trim, and blue short sleeved blouse, and a white with blue trim bow around the neck. As I got dressed I found that bow especially difficult to tie, realizing that I should have practiced this yesterday. After several unsuccessful tries, I finally got it and then began combing my hair.

Surprisingly, I had picked up taking care of this long hair rather quickly: I combed it out, taking out any remaining knots and got it hanging down over my shoulders looking nice. I put some cute clips in the tops just for effect, and looked at myself in the mirror with satisfaction: Job well done, I was a little cutie.

When you’re a spy, one of the primary things you learn is to adapt your cover quickly and assume it as well as you can. This probably one of the reasons I was able to adapt to being Keiko so quickly. At any event, I was pleased with the way I looked, very pretty indeed.

There I went again with those weird thoughts.

I sighed and headed down for breakfast, from reading the diaries I knew that I walked to school every day with Michiko and a few other friends. A pretty good thing for me since, although I had looked up the address of the school and located it on maps online (even printing up the directions), there was still a nagging fear that I might get lost.

My insufferably corny new parents had everything laid out as I slid into my seat to eat. I got a kick out of the fact that Kentaro-kun couldn’t seem to look at me without blushing. Revenge is sweet. We had another cheerful breakfast, talking and laughing in ways that I hadn’t in years. It was a good thing, but be able to just enjoy food and company like this. Again I contemplated simply staying as Keiko for the rest of my life. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Soon after we finished eating, the doorbell rang and Michiko-chan was here. I gathered up my purse (which still had the gun hidden in it) and headed out, getting butterflies in my stomach at the though of my first day back in school.

The First Trek To School

And so, I began walking to school with my new (to me) best friend, and constant enigma Michiko. Michiko-chan was the only real connection I had to what had happened to me in the apartment complex: she was a dead ringer for the girl Koname that I had gone in there to collect. I very subtly was trying to pump her for information, but she seemed completely ignorant of the strange situation. As far as she was concerned, we’d been friends most of our lives. It may have been a dead end, but she was the only real lead I had on understanding what had taken place.

We walked and chatter playfully about stuff, and Michiko was telling me a strange story about “work”, yesterday, a client had apparently insisted she dress up like the American super hero Supergirl, and go through a role play with him.

“That’s . . . weird.” I speculated.

“I thought so, too.” Michiko replied, “But, ya know, we don’t judge. At any rate, it turned out to be pretty fun. He pretended to be a super villain who captured me and turned me into his love slave. It was a real turn on, I was surprised.”

“I think you just like being taken, Michiko-chan.” I teased her hitting her lightly on the shoulder.

She blushed, “You know, I really do.”

She looked at me, grinning wickedly, “You know, you can take me anytime.”

I was pretty sure she was about to lean in and kiss me again, but that little Sapphic moment was interrupted by a voice from behind us and the sound of feet running up in back.

“’sup, bitches.” A high soft female voice called from behind.

I turned and saw a small girl of about our age running up dressed in the same school uniform. She wore large round glasses on her face and had wavy hair that she had tied up beneath each ear, and colored a light red shade. Her boobs were small and high. She held a small pink digital camera in her hand, and she snapped a picture of the two of us without even asking. Thanks to all of pics and diaries I’d crammed into my brain, I thought about it a bit and then recognized her.

“Konnichiwa, Chiharu-chan.” I said pleasantly.

“Hey, guys, what’s new?” Chiharu asked us, falling into step next to us.

“Oh nothing much,” Michiko said cheerfully, “Except that I think Keiko has a major crush on someone she doesn’t want us to know about.”

I blushed as Michiko returned to this topic. Damn, I wish she’d just let that speculation drop. She’d called me yesterday and the whole conversion had been her speculating on what I guy I’d fallen for and me repeating over and over that it was just her imagination.

Chiharu turned to me, eyes wide with excitement, “Ooo! Who is it! Who is it! Tell me!”

This was all completely embarrassing, “Oh, knock it off, already! I told you, there’s no one.”

“She’s lying,” Michiko said, looking at me mischievously, “She’s always distracted and thinking to herself lately, it’s gotta be a guy.”

I am a guy, damnit. Or at least I used to be, and the reason I was so distracted was I trying to figure out this whole weird Twilight Zone episode I’d found myself stuck in. Sheesh, Michiko was really sure I fawning for someone.

“Oh. Who is he?” Chiharu repeated bouncing excitedly, “Is he cute, does he have a big cock?”

In case you missed it, Chiharu is very energetic and very forward. She’s also in the weird habit of taking pictures all the time, which, to a former spy like me, is instantly irritating and galling. I decided to turn the tables on Michiko.

“You know, Michiko-chan, I think your just pretending I’ve got a crush on someone to cover your own.” I said, and then I leaned over and whispered conspiratorially into Chiharu-chan’s ear, “She likes someone but she won’t admit it, that’s why she’s giving me a hard time.”

Now it was Michiko’s turn to blush, “H-hey! That’s not true!”

Chiharu took a picture of her, “Oh . . . ? It’s not?”

Michiko turned her eyes from us and then grinned a bit, giggling. After a second, she looked back to us sheepishly, a wide smile on her face. Both of our eyes lit up: Aha! She DID like someone. At least I thought it was someone else, and not me, but the kind of kiss she’d given me the last time seemed pretty personal. It probably seems a little strange to you, the idea of two prostitutes getting embarrassed at having a crush on someone, but I guess you kind of had to be there. Sex, of course, is not love, and the kind of fun party sex we’d had two days ago was a whole lot less personal, and thus less embarrassing, then having real feelings for someone. At least that the best way I can describe it.

“Okay,” She said in a low voice, giggling and giddy, “You can’t tell anyone, but it’s . . .”

The big reveal was interrupted by a figure falling out to bushes to our right as we walked past a large hedge. We all jumped and cried out, and my hand went right for the hidden compartment in my purse where the berretta lay. The figure fell over and hit the ground with a loud thud. It was an old man, long grey and white hair a complete tangle, his face covered with unshaved facial hair. His clothes where a filthy blue long sleeved shirt and equally filthy ripped and torn jeans, he wore no shoes on his feet, and held a bottle in one hand. He was a bum, I realized. Chiharu took a picture of him.

He lay on his back, clutching the bottle to his chest, half on the sidewalk. We all backed up, alarmed by his sudden appearance. His head rolled around on his neck, his eyes were closed, and he laughed, a deep sardonic chuckle punctuated by a few coughs as he lay there, the stench of garbage and urine beginning to assault our nostrils.

His lips parted and he spoke between clenched yellow and brown stained teeth, a low hoarse whisper, his voice coarse and scraggly from years of alcohol abuse. This was where I had been headed, I realized with a shiver, before I became Keiko. Again, I felt like I wanted to stay this way.

The bum rasped, “Things happen around here. Heh heh, people don’t want to know about. Heh heh, I sees it. I sees it but they don’t want to listen. Heh heh, they say; ‘it’s just an old drunk man talking.’ Heh heh, you laugh at an old drunk man. They’re funny; they don’t know what they’re saying. But there’s those that laugh, and know different.”

We backed away as the bum began to giggle hysterically, and cough repetitively, mumbling something incoherent to himself every few minutes.

Michiko but a hand on my shoulder, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

We turned and continued down the street, unnerved by the experience. In particularly me. Not only because I had seen a little bit of my former self in that old drunken vagrant, but because I had seen him before. He’d been drunk in the lobby of the apartment building where I had been searching for Koname, the one where I was knocked out before becoming Keiko.

The First Time On Campus

Just before reaching the school we met up with another friend of ours named Ashley. Ashley was an American girl, the daughter of a military man who had been stationed in for the last twenty years. Ashley had apparently grown up with us in Moriyama, and from the diaries I had gleaned that it was widely speculated that she spoke Japanese better then English. Ashley had long red hair that got wavy at the bottoms and a small amount of freckles. She wore small, thin wire frame glasses. Her breasts were enormous. She was very quiet and a little shy.

You know how people tend to think that Japanese girls are very quiet and demure and that American girls are loud and uninhibited? Put Chiharu and Ashley side by side, and you’ll realize that it’s all a lotta bunk.

I really had no idea from the information I’d gathered which, if any, of my friends also worked at The Mansion, so I decided to play it safe and not mention ‘work’ to anyone unless Michiko mentioned it first.

We walked through the gates and I got my first look at High SchoolI can’t really say I was impressed. The school was large, but it seemed a little worn down. But what really got to me was the chaos that seemed to be going on all over. I saw a lot of minor fights breaking out, and everywhere I looked there seemed to be some kind of bullying going on. In a way, the whole place resembled one of those horrible American schools in bad neighborhoods that you always see in American gang banger movies; though no where near as bad.

As we walked, I saw a group of older boys grab a younger one and ram him into a tree nuts first. He screamed in pain and then fell to the ground doubled up in pain, moaning as the older kids walked away laughing. I grimaced, where the hell were all the teachers?

Coming towards us, I noticed a huge shape moving among the students, towering over everyone. At first I thought he must be one of the teachers until I got closer and saw a school uniform . . . a girl’s school uniform to boot. With a closer look, I realized that her hair was in pig tails. The kid was the practically the size of Yao Ming (at least, she looked that way from my admittedly low angle perspective).

“Holy, shit.” I gasped, “Who’s that?”

Michiko looked up and frowned, “Oh, that’s the new transfer student, Jun. Don’t you remember?”

Of course, I didn’t, but I faked my way through, “No. How did I forget that?”

“She just transferred in,” Michiko explained, “She’s lives on the far side of town with her mom and sister.”

“Are they as big as she is?” I wondered.

“Who?” Michiko asked.

“The mom and the sister.” I replied.

“Same person.” Michiko corrected me.

“Yikes.” Was my only response.

As we mounted the steps I saw a boy arguing with a homely looking girl. She had curly hair that she had apparently tried to tint a red color but ended up with a light orange shade and wore thick black glasses on her face. The girl was crying with tears streaming down her face. They both looked about eighteen.

“Damnit, Noriko.” The boy was saying, “Just beat it, alright. I don’t like you.”

“But, Takao, I thought you liked me.” Noriko wailed despondently, grabbing his arm, “Why wouldn’t you kiss me?”

“Eww, get off me you crazy bitch.” Takao twisted out of her grip, “You were just supposed to tutor me in math.”

“Was it the cold sores?” Noriko blubbered, “They’re not contagious after they scab over.”

“Oh, yuck! Get away form me.” Takao ran off.

Noriko followed after him, “They’re all gone now!”

For some reason, I felt really sorry for Noriko, more new personality traits that I seemed to be taking on as Keiko, though in my last few years as Tako I think I was too damn numb from life and booze to care about this sort of thing. But I’ll say, as much as felt for Noriko, I could totally understand why Takao wouldn’t want to kiss her if she had scabs in her mouth. Yeesh.

As we mounted the steps, I almost ran into the first teacher I’d seen; A tall, shapely woman dressed in a loose fitting red and black blouse that still showed the shape of her large breasts, a slightly shorter then you’d expect black skirt, and black nylon stocking. She wore shiny polished black high heeled shoes. She was exceeding beautiful, and definitely not Japanese. She was Caucasian, with fiery red hair, a soft round face, and striking light brown eyes that at times almost looked like they were the same color as her hair.

“Oh, excuse me, Keiko-chan.” She said in a soft musical voice.

“Hi, Belanger-sensei.” Ashley said as she approached.

My brains instantly made the connection from the journals: This was the art teacher, Nina Belanger, an immigrant from and a particular favorite of the students. I was astonished how lovely she was, with that warm smile that seemed to radiate out from her face.

“Why hello, girls.” She said pleasantly, “My don’t you all look lovely today?

Unexpectedly, I blushed a little at the compliment, “Thank you.”

She took a deep breath of the morning air, an action that made her breasts seem to swell up in a nice way, and smiled happily.

“It’s always so nice to see such pretty young girls first thing in the morning.” She sighed airily, “You girls are always such an inspiration.”

She then pulled Ashley and I to her and gave us both a big hug, one that shoved our faces into her ample boobs. I didn’t complain, mind you, but this woman was unexpectedly affectionate. I wondered how she could keep up a friendly outlook like that after dealing with teens all day for who knew how many years. I found it frustrating enough when I had to run training classes for new recruits.

She quickly let us go and proceeded to give Michiko and Chiharu the same kind of hug, “I can’t wait to see all you lovely young ladies in class.”

We made our way inside and changed our shoes in the front lockers. For some reason, Hajimemashite operated with multiple classes and teachers like any high school. My first class turned out to history. As we shuffled off into the crowded corridors, my heart leapt as I saw a familiar boy coming towards us: It was my mystery boy! Without really thinking of it, I instantly started to check my hair and my clothes. What the hell was I doing? But I couldn’t stop, I wanted so badly to look good for this boy.

The boy approached us, “Hey, girls.”

I felt my cheeks flush at his smile, as my heart pounded in my chest. Between my legs I felt an instant tingle. I tried to shove this off. I was a man, damnit; I couldn’t be this interested in a teenage boy. But the problem was, I wasn’t a man anymore, I was a young girl, and I was reacting the way a young girl would.

“Hi, Makoto-kun.” Michiko said.

My heart was beating faster, I finally knew his name.

“Hi, Makoto-kun.” I said, perhaps a bit to rushed, and then added, “How are you?”

“I’m good, I guess, you know, considering that I’m in school.” He shrugged.

We all nodded our ascent, and I giggled at the joke. Giggled way too much, it wasn’t all that funny, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. Somehow, just his presence made me feel giddy and goofy. I couldn’t take my eyes of his face, it seemed so beautiful to me all of a sudden, and those eyes, I felt like I was loosing myself in them. I tried to block the bizarre thoughts, this was no good: I was a grown man. But I didn’t feel like one. Not anymore.

“So what are you guys up too?” Makoto asked.

“Oh, just going to class. You know, going to school. Doing that learning thing. Soaking up the knowledge. Preparing for the future . . .” I babbled stupidly.

Jesus, this was embarrassing, but I just couldn’t stop myself. It was like all my self control was drifting away. I was a highly trained operative, and here I was reduced to babbling like a blithering idiot.

“Well, maybe I’ll see you guys after school.” Makoto said, shooting me an odd look, “I gotta get to class. Just watch out for Keiko-chan the cat woman here.”

I dissolved into giggles again, confusing my friends. I finally got under control enough to explain, “The last time he saw me, I was looking at a cat.”

“Well, I gotta run.” Makoto chuckled, “I’ll see you in class, Keiko-chan.”

He sped off as I waved good bye happily. I couldn’t help myself, I was so excited. He’s specifically said goodbye to me, by name. He’d noticed me, over the others. And we had our own inside joke. My face flushed as my body turned warm. What the hell was wrong with me? I knew better then this, why was I acting like this? Why was I letting these strange new emotions get to me? I tried to compose myself, and hoped that I hadn’t been too obvious.

I looked at my friends and found all three of them staring at me with wide eyes, broad expansive grins across their faces. Oh shit, I had been VERY obvious.

“Oh . . . my . . . god!” Michiko said excitedly, clutching her hands on her chest, “It’s Makoto-kun!”

“No!” I said too quickly, “Why would you say that?”

“I knew it!” Michiko said, bouncing on her heels, “I knew you had a crush on someone.”

“Oh, come on!” Chiharu said, “It’s totally obvious. You’ve fallen for him hard.”

“It’s not like that!” I doth protested too much.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Keiko-chan.” Ashley said, “He’s cute.”

“Cute? He’s a little hottie.” Michiko-chan mused, “I can see why you’re interested in him.”

“I’m not interested in him, he’s just a friend.” I insisted lamely.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if I asked him out?” Chiharu speculated.

I got chills at those words and instantly turned on her, fire in my eyes before I could think better of what I was doing, “What?”

Chiharu giggled, the other two joining her, “Awe, man. You’ve got it bad. Don’t worry; he’s all yours Keiko-chan. I’m only joking.”

A wave of relief flooded through me. Relief I really shouldn’t have been feeling, but there it was: I didn’t want Chiharu to ask him out.

“Hey,” Chiharu spoke up, “Did you want us to talk to him for you? You know, see if he likes you?”

Michiko and Ashley nodded in support of the plan. I blushed crimson all over my face.

“Oh, god. Please don’t.” I moaned.

I was literally saved by the bell, which rang before any of them could press the issue, and I quickly ran off to go to my first class, which I passed up three times before finding my way to right room. Just when I thought I could relax a got a big surprise when a familiar voice spoke up next to me.

“Nice of you to join us, Keiko-chan.” Makoto said from the seat next to mine.

Oh my god, there went my heart again: Makoto had this class with me, and he sat right next to me. I smiled lamely and tried to concentrate on the class, and distract myself from all these crazy unwanted emotions. I wasn’t doing a good job of it; every time I looked at Makoto I started to feel warm, and my breathing quickened.

The teacher took a quick role call. I noticed Makoto answered when she called “Yoshida”, so now I knew his whole name: Yoshida Makoto. I smiled a bit to myself, tracing the name on my desk with my finger, before realizing what I was doing.

Learning things, and learning them fast is part of a spy’s training, so I was pretty good at making myself absorb information for later. But truth be told, it wasn’t easy in public school where they would manage to somehow make World War II seem like the dullest thing to ever happen. I tried to be alert and attentive, but my mind kept drifting. Holy hoppin’ Christ, no long winded tech briefing in the agency was ever as boring as this class. How the hell did any of these poor kids ever learn anything? This was like some kind of slow torture, I almost wondered if this would be legal under the Geneva Conventions.

My mind couldn’t help but wander, mostly to thoughts of Makoto sitting right next to me. Against my better judgment, I began to think about what it would be like if I never went back to being a man again, if I just lived out the rest of my life as Keiko, with Makoto. All sorts of happily ever after scenarios flooded by mind, though I stopped short of any ‘Mrs. Keiko Yoshida’ scenarios, but I’m not entirely certain those weren’t forthcoming. Without realizing it, a happy grin had appeared on my face and I was twirling on lock of my hair with my finger.

My unwelcome Judy Bloomish fantasies were interrupted by a folded piece of paper landing in my lap, tossed there by Makoto when then teacher’s back was too us. I unfolded it, carefully; making sure it couldn’t be seen, stealthy moves like that being second nature to me anyways.

It read: ‘Keiko-chan, quit spacing out or you’ll have to stand in the hall again, ya flake.’

I slipped a pen down to my lap and when I was sure I was clear, scribbled ‘Can’t help it, I’m so bored I could kill myself.’

With a quick, sure fire move, I slipped the note back to Makoto so fast and quietly that it was in his lap a full five minutes before he even noticed it. It came back to me fairly swiftly.

‘Don’t do that! They might make me stay after and clean up the mess!’

Unable to help myself, I started to giggle again, snorting though my nose and trying so hard to stop from laughing out loud. It wasn’t really that funny, but things have a way of making you laugh more when you’re not supposed to. Needless to say, that was when the teacher decided to call on me.

“Miss Yamato?” She said, “Would you care to answer the question?”

“Huh?” I said, suddenly snapping back to reality as now, suddenly, the whole class was looking at me, “You’re asking me?”

Oh, shit, what had the old bat been talking about? I had no idea, something about the war time years I thought, but I had zoned out for most of it. Damn this body and its boy crazy daydreaming. Did I have ADD or something? I stood up, turning red, and rubbed the back of my head nervously, deciding that the only thing to do was bullshit my way through this.
“Well . . . uh . . . I think it was a very interesting part of history.” I said, chuckling lamely with embarrassment.

All those years of training and that was the best bullshit I could come up with: Sad, sad, sad. The whole class dissolved into laughter at my expense and I wound up spending the rest of the period standing in the back of the class holding a stack of books. Makoto spent the rest of the time trying to look as innocent as possible. I was glad when the bell rang and I could get out of there and to my next class.

The Locker Room

I had gym next, and found that unlike a lot of Japanese schools; Hajimemashite had a full locker and shower set up for gym class. I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t been stealing a lot of looks at the other girls as we all got changed into our gym outfits. I felt a little guilty about it, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of all those other girls running around in their underwear before getting into their gym clothes, their breasts barely concealed in their bras, camel toe obvious through their panties.

One such girl saw my King Ghidorah panties and squealed, “Kawaii! Keiko-chan, those are adorable!”

I hadn’t really ever thought of King Ghidorah as ‘kawaii’, but I guess I could see where she was coming from.

The gym uniforms were the usual Japanese attire: White short sleeved shirts and those almost fetishy super tight gym shorts that were oh so revealing. I remembered loving it when the girls started wearing these when I was in school. On the way out of the locker room, I passed by a mirror and stopped and took a look at myself. To my surprise, my butt looked amazing in these tight little shorts. Again, I was thinking weird thoughts and I shook my head and went out to the gymnasium.

The class was the usual amount of calisthenics, but it was while we were running laps around the gym that I heard some interesting conversation for some of the girls. One asked the other about someone, and the other replied that he’d been jumped the night before by some group called The Bulls, and that now some other group called The Scotch was all up in arms about it and were planning to retaliate. What the hell? It sounded like they were discussing street gangs or something, but in a high school? Obviously, every school had their gangs of tough guys, but this sounded a lot more serious. This school had looked pretty rowdy, so far, so I guess it was possible. I’d have to have my wits about me if that was the case. I wondered if there was someway of exploiting this kind of situation to gain some information.

The thought was interrupted by the teacher blowing his whistle and announcing, “Alright, that’s it, girls. Hit the showers.”

I turned bright red as I absorbed this. The showers . . .?

Oh . . . my . . . god. In no time at all, I was suddenly back in the locker room and surrounded on all sides by naked girls, running around, laughing, talking and lathering themselves up. They splashed each other and chatted happily. I stripped off my gym clothes and tossed them in the hamper. Having no desire to go through the long process of drying my hair again, I took a cue from the other girls and tried to tie my hair in bun behind my head. It took me five frustrating tries to get it right. Damn, girls always made that look so easy. Of course, everyone else giggled at me and teased me for being clumsy. What did they want from, I’ve never had hair this long before. Naturally, I couldn’t tell them that.

I finally got my hair up and then walked into the shower area, my eyes taking in all the naked flesh all around me. I know it’s kinda creepy, given what my real age was, but I couldn’t help but enjoy what I was seeing: All that young naked skin, the exposed bare breasts of various sizes with their tiny pink little nipples and young bare pussies un-obscured by any clothing. It was all too much. I think my little man’s canoe was taking on a bit of water. I hoped no one noticed, man that would have been embarrassing.

I walked into the showers and found an empty nozzle, turning on the water and letting it run all down my naked body. I began to clean myself off, glancing out of the side of my eyes at the naked bodies around. Quite a sight, all those glistening naked girls, all engaged in cheerful play in the showers. It was hard not to stare.

And then my attention was caught by a little diminutive girl over in the corner, a tiny little thing with bleached blonde hair that was busily soaping herself up under the jet of water. My eyes trailed down her body, over her small breasts, resting at her exposed pussy. Tingles ran through me at the sight of it, just being around all these naked girls was making me incredibly horny. Rapidly, I lifted my eyes up, on to find the girl staring back at me. Damn, she had caught me looking at her.

Our eyes met, and for an instant, nothing happened, we just looked at one another. And then, a wicked little mischievous smile spread across her face. It looked like she really dug the fact that I was staring at her.

Before I could contemplate where this might lead, two new girls entered and took the two showers next to me, gossiping amiably as girls do. Their conversation caught my attention.

“So he really got jumped by The Bulls?” One asked, rubbing soap all over her naked body.

“Yeah,” Said the other, soaping up her medium sized boobs, “I mean, I wasn’t there, but I heard he got beat pretty bad. Had to spend the whole day in the infirmary.”

“That’s horrible.”

“I hear they would have beaten him worse but he got away and ducked into the library. And no way are any of The Bulls going to pick a fight with The Geeks.”

That last comment surprised me, and before I could check it, I blurted out, “What? They’re afraid of geeks?”

Both girls looked at me in shock and then looked at each other and giggled.

One turned to me, “Oh, come on, Keiko-chan? You know The Geeks are one of the toughest gangs on campus. They may not be strong, but all those genius level IQs, they make some nasty weapons.”

“Especially now that they’re partnered up with The Scotch.” The other added, “Now they’ve got muscle behind those big brains.”

The girls continued to talk and babble on about the strange campus politics. The fact that a library full of geeks could put fear into the hearts of a bunch of bullies seemed to fly in the face of the usual rules of high school, but it did make a certain kind of sense. I guess they finally got tired of all those wedgies and swirlys. As the girls continued to chat, I began to get a general idea of what the general structure of these groups was. Seemed there were lots of big gangs, usually specific kinds of students, and a whole lot of small groups, basically just hooligans.

I began to wonder if there was a way I could turn all this chaos to my advantage.

Hopping out of the shower quickly, not wanting my fingers to prune (huh? Why was I worried about that?), I got dressed and the proceeded to spend a lengthy amount of time girlishly checking my appearance in the mirror. There was no way around it; I wanted to look as pretty as possible. Finally as satisfied with my appearance as girls ever get, I took off for my next class.

The Bullies

I was heading off for what I thought was going to be my least favorite class of the day, art class, when I heard a girl’s scream coming from around the corner. Briskly I slipped over in the direction of the sound, my fingers touching the hidden pouch in my purse that contained my gun. As I slipped around the corner, I heard the sounds of girl’s sobs coming from the boy’s bathroom. There was no one else but me in the hallway.

Cautiously, I slipped to the door and then pushed it open quietly. I could now hear a bunch of boy’s voices. Crouching down and stepping in quietly, I leaned in and saw what was going on.

Five boys, all seniors, wearing their school uniforms in a disheveled manner typical of Japanese school bullies were standing around a little girl of about my age. I realized it was Noriko, the girl with the cold sores who I’d seen at the entrance to the school. She was curled up in a ball, her clothes disheveled. She trembled and cried, tears streaming down her face. I could see that her skirt was above her waist and she wore no underwear, which I realized was in the hands of one of the bullies. Her pussy was mostly untrimmed.

“No, please!” Noriko wailed, “Leave me alone! I’ve never done anything to you!”

“Quit whining and do it, bitch.” One of them growled.

“No! Please don’t make me do that!” Noriko cried in distress.

“Do it, piss for us!” Another boy said menacingly.

“I can’t do that. I’ll do anything but that, please don’t make me do that.” Noriko sobbed hysterically.

“You’ll do what we tell you, bitch, and you’ll like it. Now hose down the floor like a good little animal.” Said the first boy.

Noriko wailed in misery, clapping her hands over her face. With a start, I realized that she was actually going to do it. I couldn’t let her do that, I had to stop this. With a fit of anger, throwing caution and common sense to the wind, I stood up and strolled over to the boys, my hands balled into fists.

“Stop it!” I demanded sternly, “Let her go.”

All five boys turned to me in surprise, and then as soon as they saw that it was me, burst out into cruel laughter. I ignored it and stood my ground.

On the floor, Noriko stared at me with wide disbelieving eyes.

“Keiko-chan?” She muttered weakly.

“Beat it, Yamato.” One of them said to me dismissively.

“Picking on a tiny little girl to get your kicks, are you?” I asked sarcastically, “And you pussies call yourselves men?”

“Oh! Listen to that.” One of them said mockingly, “The little slut thinks she can tell The Mongrels what to do.”

The Mongrels? Were they really calling themselves that? Man, these idiots couldn’t even think up a good name for themselves, no wonder they were harassing girls in bathrooms. They all laughed and one of them stepped forward in what he thought was a threatening manner. I stepped forward myself, and met his gaze, even though I had to look up to do so, the boy was so much bigger then me.

“Let . . . her . . . go.” I repeated, putting emphasis on each word.

The boy looked down at me, sneering with contempt, “Or what?”

Now, any Japanese person worth their salt who knows their country’s history can tell you that a sneak attack isn’t always the greatest idea in the world. In the spy game, however, a sneak attack is pretty much the only sort of attack you are ever supposed to make. If your task turns into a one on one fair fight at any point, it usually means that you’ve just blown your mission. Even in confrontational situations like this one, the element of surprise can be quite invaluable. Like the surprise offered by being a seasoned combat veteran in the body of a cutesy unassuming eighteen year old girl.

“Or this, asshole!” I cried and kicked out my foot so hard into his stomach that I think my shoe almost touched his spine. He doubled over, eyes wide in pain. It was strange to note that when I kicked him, my skirt flew up and I flashed my panties at him. Bizarrely, despite the pain he was in, he still took a gander; puberty at work for you right there.

I followed up delivering a hard uppercut to his chin. His teeth clashed together painfully and he screamed in surprise before collapsing to the floor, his eyes rolled back in his head and his body twitching.

“I see . . . I see . . .” He mumbled.

Another of the boys rushed at me; I spun and delivered a side kick to his knee cap, not caring at all if my panties showed, connecting with a hard cracking sound as cartilage separated. As the boy sunk to his knees I gut punched him hard in the stomach, and he doubled over clutching his belly and making gagging noises.

Suddenly, one of the boys got me from behind. He locked my head in a choke hold, pressing his forearm into my neck as he tried to hold me and suffocate me.

“I’ve got her!” He announced.

“Rothrock Scorpion!” I yelled, calling my shot, and whipped my leg backwards and up in a curve, panty flashing anyone who might have been behind me, slamming the heel of my foot into the back of the kid’s head. He cried out in pain, and there was the clack of his teeth agonizingly slamming together. He’d probably also bitten his tongue.

He let me go immediately and I spun him around and then slammed the ball of my hand into his jaw, connecting with satisfying crack that sent him flying backwards before crumpling into a pathetic heap on the floor.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another boy lunge at me. Too late, I realized he had a tire iron with him, which he must have had hidden in his uniform. I tried to swerve out of the way, but he swung it down and it caught the side of my head. Pain erupted in my head and lights flashed in front of my eyes as I flew backwards, slamming into the mirror between two sinks. I felt the warm flow of blood going down the side of my head. Who swings a crowbar at a teenage girl, honestly?

The boy went after me again, this time I slid down and the crowbar smashed harmlessly into the mirror, smashing it and sending shards of glass everywhere. Crouched low, I pounded my fist into his knee cap as hard as I could (which wasn’t all that hard, y’know, girly old muscles and all). The boy staggered and sagged and I threw my body upward, slamming my head into his chin. He staggered backwards and fell to the tiles while I darted out from under the sinks and turned to face the two remaining boys.

Suddenly, one of the other boys grabbed me from behind, with his arms around my shoulders, holding me in a hammerlock. As the other boy advanced on me, I threw my head backwards, connecting hard with the boy’s nose. There was the recognizable sound of cartilage breaking, and the boy howled in pain. I slammed one of my feet into his knee and spun kicked him, smashing my foot into his chest and banging him painfully into the wall. He sagged to the floor, groaning.

Only one hostile left, I turned on the one remaining Mongrel. To my surprise, the kid was trembling as he faced me, his eyes wide with fear. I advanced on him, keeping my hands up, waiting for his attack. Instead, he just got down on the floor and started crying, bowing to me fully on the ground.

“Please forgive me.” He wailed.

I looked at him for a second, not sure what I wanted to do, and then I grabbed him by the hair. Crouching down on one knee, I threw him over my other knee and then hauled off and spanked him. He howled in pain and humiliation as I smacked his as nice and hard. In case you’re wondering, yeah, I did get turned on a little bit.

“This is what you get when you mess around with gangs!” I screamed at him, slapping his ass hard.

I threw him off my knee and stood up as he blubbered pathetically, “Go cry to your mommy.”

The boy got up to run, but I commanded, “Stay where you are.”

Noriko was curled up on the floor, her legs pulled close in front of her in an attempt to hide her previously exposed vagina. I say attempt because I could still see it behind her exposed ankles. She really needed to trim that thing. She stared at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. I noticed that the guy with the crowbar was starting to come too. I went over to him and grabbed the arm with the crowbar. With the full weight of my arms, I twisted his arm hard. He winced and yelped in pain and dropped the crowbar. I twisted further, making him scream in agony.

“Who’s you’re boss?” I asked him unsympathetically.

“Tatsuo.” The boy told me through gritted teeth, “He’s over there knocked out by sinks.”

I twisted his arm even further, “Wrong answer! Let’s try this again: Who’s your boss?”

Realizing what I wanted to hear, he groaned, “You are.”

I let him go and shoved him back to the floor, the other boys had started to come around, groaning and shaking their head, they tried slowly to stagger to their feet.

“And don’t you forget it, all of you.” I told then fixing each one with a glare, “I’m your boss now. .Yamato Keiko. And from now on, you’ll do things my way, understand?”

There was a general grown of comprehension. I turned my eyes on the previous leader, Tatsuo, “Is this all of you, just five?”

“No.” Tatsuo said, rubbing his head, “There’s ten of us total.”

“Good, go spread the word to the others: Let them know I’m in charge now.” I told him, “And by tomorrow, I want a list from you with every member of this gang. All their names, addresses, every bit of information, got it?”

He nodded.

“Alright, in the meantime, until I decide what to do with you losers, I want you to cut out all the bully crap. Defend whatever turf you need to, do your business as usual, but goddamnit, be men and stop picking on little defenseless weaklings. Now that you work for me, that kind of bullshit is beneath you. Understand?”

They all nodded silently. They were staring at me with funny expression. Respect, I realized. Now that I’d beaten them all into bloody pulps, these idiots now respected me. There was a little bit of adoration in their gaze too.

“And we’re also gonna have to change that fucking name, now get out my sight! I’ll figure out what to do with you guys later, and you’d better not disappoint me.”

Defeated and deflated, the boys staggered out of the bathroom, mumbling to themselves. It turned to look at Noriko who was staring at me with awe in her eyes. I let my face soften up and gave her a small smile.

“Are you alright?” I asked her.

She nodded, “I’m okay. Thanks to you, Keiko-sempai.”

Sempai? She was really gonna start calling me that. I noticed she had relaxed her arms, and that exposed her even more under her dress.

“Uh, Noriko.” I told her, “You might want to find your panties; I can totally see your pussy.”

Noriko blushed, but smiled happily, “Oh, I don’t mind if you see it, Sempai.”

“And you really gotta trim that thing, or shave entirely.” I told (not sure why I did), “All that fur pie is kinda nasty.”

“Okay.” Noriko replied nodding.

I reached out and helped Noriko to her feet. She grinned at me with her eyes sparkling, looking like some kind of star struck groupie at a rock concert. The gaze made me uncomfortable, but I tried to ignore it. I turned my head and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my god! My hair! I look awful!” I cried alarmed and quickly began straitening my hair out.

Oh, jeeze; what the hell was I doing? What was I thinking? It was like such a trivial little concern was suddenly of supreme importance to me. I’d never really concerned myself that much with my appearance, but as Keiko I was always trying to look pretty. I tried to put it down to just maintaining my cover while I tried to figure out what had happened, but I knew I was just lying to myself. Somehow, in becoming Keiko, I had developed and desire to look pretty and cute.

“You’re so cool, Sempai.” Noriko-chan babbled, “The way you beat the tar out those guys and came to my rescue, you’re my hero.”

The gash on my head didn’t seem too bad. I stopped the bleeding and brushed my hair over the wound. Straitening out my clothes and my hair, I finally arrived at an acceptable appearance. I smiled a little and struck a few girly poses, simultaneously still wondering what the hell I was doing. Still, it wouldn’t do for me to walk around looking like I’d been in a fight.

“Noriko-chan,” I asked my still babbling new fan, “Do you think you could write me up something about all the gangs in this school; who they are, how they function, that sort of thing?”

“You mean like a report?” She asked.

“Yeah, exactly like a report.” I said.

“Sure!” She exclaimed excitedly, “I can do that. This’ll be so awesome, Sempai. Together we can get all those bullies back and then take over the school. You’re so amazing, Sempai.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” I said, taken aback by her weird enthusiasm, “I just need to know what I’m dealing with here.”

“Okay.” Noriko said, and then suddenly jumped forward and hugged me.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I hugged her back.

Noriko then ran off, waving to me, “I gotta get to class, I’ll have your report by tomorrow, Sempai, I promise.”

“Wait, Noriko, you’re still not wearing any . . .” I called after her.

Too late she was already gone, leaving her underwear behind. But come to think of it, one of those Mongrels might have taken them with him. Well, I hoped she didn’t do jumping jacks or cartwheels or anything.

I left the bathroom and headed for my next class, which I thought was probably going to be my least favorite: Art class with Bellanger-sensei. Not that I had any problem with the affectionate Miss Bellanger, but art had never been my strong point. I went down the hall, considering different ways I could use my new muscle to my advantage. At the very least, I had a pretty decent information source. As I walked down the hall, I saw Michiko coming towards me.

“Hi, Michiko-chan.” I said pleasantly.

Michiko started to smile but then her face dropped in alarm, “Keiko-chan, you’re head . . . !”

I touched the side of my head and felt the warm sticky flow of blood. Damn, the cut had started bleeding again. Now I had to explain this, did I tell her I’d just beaten up a gang of boys? I didn’t think I should risk it.

“Keiko-chan! You’re bleeding! Why are you bleeding?” Michiko cried in distress.

I said lamely, “Uh . . . my period?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

The Art Teacher

So I shuffled into the art class after assuring Michiko that I was alright and it was nothing, a process that took a while. Seating in the class, which had wide table like desks and a small raised stage like portion at the front, I looked over the supplies that have been put out. I grimaced; I fully expected to flunk this class. If they asked me to draw a floor plan or a schematic, well, that I could do for them. Paint a bowl of fruit . . . not happening.

I glanced through the art book on the table and frowned, there seemed to be nothing but nudes in the book, all female.

The hair on the back of my neck began to stand up and suddenly got the feeling that I was being watched. I turned around and looked and realized that I had the class with Noriko-chan, who was grinning and staring at the back of my head with that same idolizing sparkle in her eyes. I began to wonder if her attraction was maybe something more then just hero worship, or if maybe Noriko-chan played for both teams, if you know what I’m saying. Or maybe I was just reading too much into this, I didn’t know.

Miss Belanger entered the classroom followed by her teacher’s aid, which I was surprised to see was the bleached blonde girl from the showers that I had been looking at earlier. As Belanger-sensei went to her desk for a few papers, the blonde glanced over at me and smiled. She then went over to Sensei, and whispered something in her ear, glancing at me again. The teacher listened to her, and then looked in my direction with a slight look of surprise, and then smiled at me. Not her usual smile, this one seemed . . . naughty somehow. She whispered something back to the blonde and they both giggled a little, looking at me over the tops of the other student’s heads. I felt a hot flush, I really whished I knew what they were saying.

The class began, and I tried to take in as much information as I could. Bellanger-san preferred a looser, more relaxed atmosphere in her class, and insisted that the students call her Nina. Since it’s considered a deeply personal thing in Japan to refer to a person without an honorific (usually, only family and lovers do that), the students referred to her as either Nina-sensei or Nina-san. Sensei had apparently requested to be called Nina-chan at one point, but between you and me, despite how beautiful she is, she’s a little too old for that. The blonde aid’s name was Umeko, she was eighteen years old and had been Nina-sensei’s aid for a few years.

Nina-san began her lesson with a long and over enthusiastic lecture on the history of the female form in art. She had us turn to several pages in the book pointing out nude female paintings and sculptures as prime examples, and then brought out our subject for the day (I was kinda hoping for a live nude model, but not my luck in school), a nude female sculpture in ancient Roman mode, which she displayed with a giddy enthusiasm before having begin sketching it (thank god she wasn’t expecting me to paint).

Forget Noriko-chan; was Nina-sensei a girl’s girl as well?

Well, that was a statue of a naked woman, and I could appreciate that. I began to sketch, wondering what sort of crappy amateurish depiction I was going to end up with.

And then something happened that I hadn’t expected; as I drew, the image began to take shape. It was like my hand knew exactly what to do, and how to do it. With sure, fluid movements that I would never have anticipated of myself, I began to draw the lines and the shapes, adding detail and shading and depth to the depiction. As my drawing began to take shape, my mouth hung open. I couldn’t believe what I was doing: It was good, really good.

This one really sent my brain exploding: Somehow, as Keiko, I had artistic talent that I had never had when I was Tako. As I drew and added fine detail after fine detail, I wondered what other hidden talents I might have gain by becoming Keiko-chan. Again, I began to wonder about the pros of remaining like this. Did I really want to throw away my manhood and remain as Keiko? The more I thought of life before Keiko, the more it seemed to make sense. And I was so different as Keiko, mentally as well as physically; maybe there wasn’t any going back? Maybe Mitzuhara Tako really was dead for all intents and purposes.

Then the thought that Makoto wouldn’t like me anymore if I was an old alcoholic guy again flashed through my mind. As a pro to staying as Keiko. I blushed abruptly and tossed the weird unwelcome thought from my mind.

When I finished with the drawing, I had to admit that I had thoroughly impressed myself, as vain as that sounded. The detail was amazing, and I really felt a burgeoning sense of pride in my chest at what I had accomplished. It was with a certain amount of self satisfaction, that I turned it in and showed it to Nina-sensei, who’s eyes lit up as she saw what I had done. She was giggling about something with Umeko when I approached.

“What’s so funny?” I asked her.

“Oh, we were just looking at Noriko-chan’s drawing.” Nina replied, still chuckling, “It bears a striking resemblance to you.”

They both giggled more and showed me the picture. I gasped and blushed bright red: Noriko had depicted the statue as was, but put my face on it. The resemblance was astonishing, to say nothing of embarrassing.

“The resemblance is amazing.” Nina-sensei said with bemusement, as if reading my mind.

“Nice rack, Keiko-chan.” Umeko giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.

“Maybe Noriko-chan has a little crush on you?” Nina said and they both giggled looking at each other.

“Yeah, real funny.” I said, “You guys suck.”

I handed my drawing to Sensei and turned, still red faced, to go back to my seat. I heard Nina-sensei gasp behind me.

“Keiko-chan, this is excellent, some of your best work yet.” She exclaimed.

“Arigato.” I said giving her a polite bow.

Nina and Umeko looked at each other with a smile, some kind of unspoken message passing between them.

Nina said, “Keiko-chan, would you stay after class for a bit, I’d like to discuss your work.”

When the bell rang, the students dutifully filed out of the room, Noriko still eyeing me with those doughy wide sparkling eyes that reminded me so much of an anime character. When they were all gone, I approached Nina who sat at her desk discussing something with Umeko.

“You wanted to see me, Sensei?” I said.

“Yes, Keiko-chan, have a seat would you?” Nina said, indicating a chair set up in front of her desk.

Smoothing down my skirt, I sat in the chair, feeling a little like I was about to be interrogated. A few unpleasant memories of long gone by missions bubbled to the surface, but I shoved them aside. I was pretty certain Nina-sensei was not about to water board me. Nina stood up and crossed over to me, touching her lips with a finger as she looked me over. Umeko cross the room going quickly over to the classroom door. I heard the clicking sound of the door locking, and I noticed all the shades in the room had been pulled down.

Nina spoke, “Keiko-chan, I have been very impressed by your work this year. You’ve got so much natural talent as an artist. I don’t know when I have been so inspired by a student as I have by you.”

Thanks, the talent just showed up about an hour ago.

Nina crouched down next to me and put her right arm around my shoulders. I noticed that Umeko leaned against the chalkboard, watching us with a look of expectation and excitement on her face. I was getting nervous; it was like these two were plotting something. Suddenly I felt like I’d almost rather be back fighting that lame gang.

Nina continued, “The way you depict the female form is particularly exciting. You give the features and the curves such and exquisite glow, and dare I say sensuality, that they seem to jump off the page. You understand the female body in a way that only women can understand.”

“Uh . . . y’know, I’ve gotta get to my next class . . .” I started to say.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll write you a note.” Nina assured me.

And with that, she drew closer and put her other hand on my leg. I felt my face flush a little, was this going where I thought it was going? No, that wasn’t possible, Nina was a teacher, and she’d never do that with a student, would she? Then I remembered Saito-sensei . . . oboy.

“Yes,” Nina continued, “Only we women can understand the female form the way that you do.”

“Um . . .” I said lamely, “I don’t think that’s true, most of the boys I know appreciate girl’s bodies.”

Umeko made a face when I brought up boys, but Nina chuckled a little, “That’s true, Keiko-chan, but it’s not the same. To understand every curve, every rise, every subtlety and nuance of the female form, it requires the intimate knowledge of it that comes with being a woman. We women all understand our bodies so very well.”

She moved her hand along my leg, up towards my thigh. Umeko was blushing a little as she watched us. My body had started to tingle, and too my surprise my pussy had started to get a little wet again. I could feel the excitement starting to build, and I recognized it as the same uncontrollable excitement I had felt in Saito-sensei’s house. Oh man, here we go again.

Nina leaned closer to whisper in my ear, her hand moved up my leg, pushing my skirt up a little bit, exposing part of my panties, which were starting to soak. Pleasant tingles were coursing all over my body and particularly between my legs. Nina’s hand moved, caressing me with a sensual motion.

“I’ve seen an exquisite sense of eroticism and sexuality in your work.” Nina said in a low voice next to my ear, “Don’t be ashamed of it, it’s not wrong to love the sexuality of your own gender. Even ancient Greek woman used to write poetry on the beauty of their fellow females. Don’t be frightened, I want you to explore this beauty with me, understand it, and bring it out so you can capture it with your art.”

And then, she kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“Would you explore it with me?” She asked, sliding her hand up my leg, and letting her fingers slip slightly under the elastic of my panties, a simple move the sent shockwaves of excitement though me.

Umeko licked her lips watching us, her eyes alive with desire.

Well, it looked like we really were headed for ‘forbidden love’. I guess I’m down with that, I thought. At any rate, I was rapidly becoming so horny that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop this. My entire defense went down, and instead of answering her, I just simply let her kiss me on the lips. It was a soft, sensual kiss, and her tongue slipped gently into my mouth. Our lips moved against each other as we kissed, my eyes closing involuntarily.

Umeko slipped a hand under her skirt and started rubbing herself between her legs.

With a slow movement, Nina’s finger slid over my panties, pushing my skirt up all the way, and traced the outline of my pussy through the material. I jerked as pleasure rolled through me at her touch, my arms slipping around her and pulling her close.

Taking her hand away, Nina stood up, unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped it off, revealing her large breasts sitting in a lacey white bra. Umeko came up behind her and undid it. I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting to see her exposed breasts. Umeko slipped her bra off, letting her large heavy tits fall out and down her chest, her nipples hard and erect, puffy and desirable.

“You like them, Keiko-chan.” Nina asked me.

“Yeah, they’re so huge.” I said, suddenly feeling a strange twinge of jealousy that I didn’t have a set like that.

Her boobs swaying back and forth, Nina leaned in and kissed my lips. As she did so she undid my bow, and started undoing the buttons on my shirt one by one. As she got the last one, Umeko came over to me and kissed me as well. Nina slid my shirt off, exposing my simple black bra. My nipples were just as hard as hers now, sticking out from my through my brassiere.

Nina reached behind me and unhooked my bra. With a soft fluid motion, she pulled it over my arms and slipped it off, letting my breast fall out of the cups, my hard nipples exposed. She pulled my bra completely off and let it fall to the floor, looking at my exposed boobs with undisguised adoration.

Once I was topless, Umeko slipped her own shirt off, and quickly removed her own bra, revealing her smaller breasts. I felt a bit of satisfaction that my tits were bigger and nicer then hers. Nina stood up, taking my hands and placing them on her ample bosom. I felt the soft, warm feeling of her breasts (a feeling that’s pleasant, by the way, even without the sexual charge), squeezing them gently. Nina slipped a hand behind my head and brought me to them. I teased her nipple a little bit with my tongue before slipping it between my lips. Nina moaned running her hand through my hair.

Umeko got down on her knees and went to work on Nina’s other nipple. All three of us were topless now, and I could see that Umeko’s nipples were just as hard as mine. I let my small eighteen year old hand squeeze the big breasts of my teacher, feeling the soft flesh under my fingers. Her nipple felt good against my tongue and I felt myself juicing between the legs even more.

Gently putting her hands on my shoulders, Nina pushed me back on the chair and reached up under my skirt, gripping my panties with both hands, and slowly began to pull them down. My face flushed a little as I was exposed to her, her hand sliding my underwear down my legs and off. Instinctively, I put my legs together right away.

“Awe don’t be shy, Keiko-chan.” Nina soothed, “Be proud of your femininity.”

“Yeah, lets us see it! Let us see it!” Umeko cheered eagerly, looking over Nina’s shoulder anxiously.

I felt Nina’s hands on my knees and I let her spread my legs wide open. I blushed all over my face and chewed on the end of my finger as my small well shaved and trimmed pussy was revealed to them. Ever since becoming Keiko, I had wanted to keep my pussy looking nice, for no discernable reason. I guess it was paying off now. By now it was soaking, and I was so damn horny that there was no way I was gonna stop this. At that moment I wanted nothing more then to experience this lesbian love. I had enjoyed brief contact with Michiko, but this was a little different. And for Pete’s sake, who doesn’t like girl on girl?

Leaning in with a sensuous grin, Nina kissed me on the mouth and then got down on her knees in front of me. She smiled at me and began to kiss the inside of my thighs, moving her lips cutely on my flesh. She kissed around both sides, before planting her lips just above my vagina. My body jerked as shivers of pleasure ran through me at this close contact. Nina moved down and let her tongue snake out and lick my pussy lips. I gasped and shuddered, letting myself succumb to the sensation.

She ran her tongue over my lips and around my clit, teasing me with her mouth, kissing and sucking on my teenage organ. I moaned and found myself playing with my nipples and squeezing my breasts. So strange that such a simple thing like squeezing you boob could feel so incredibly good. Nina touched my pussy wither her fingers, masturbating me with a circular motion.

As she rubbed my snatch, Nina asked, “Do you like that, Keiko-chan?”

“Oh, I like it, Sensei.” I moaned, moving my body a little.

“Oh, Keiko-chan,” She said, kissing me, “I wish you’d call me Nina-chan.”

How can I call you ‘chan’ when you’re well over thirty?

After stimulating me a little bit, Nina pulled back and let Umeko get in there. She dived in with enthusiasm, rapidly licking at my pussy and clit, slipping a few of her fingers inside me, causing me to undulate as she ate me. Whew, these two really knew what they were doing; I wondered how many other girls got introduced to Sapphic lust by this dynamic duo? Kind of a sordid state of affairs, but at the moment I didn’t think or care about that.

Getting behind Umeko, Nina lifted up her aid’s skirt all the way, exposing her panties which she pulled down while passionately kissing her ass. Umeko shifted her legs and let Nina pull her panties all the way off. With a delighted moan, Nina then spread Umeko’s cheeks while she ate me, cooing with delight at the view.

“Oh, mien kleiner lesbier, you’re so wet, how wonderful.” Nina said with relish.

‘Mien kleiner lesbier’? ‘My little lesbian’? That must be her pet name for Umeko. Nina-sensei was from which has four national languages. Nina, of course, was speaking German, but they also spoke French, Italian and Romansh. I wondered what sort of German name she’d end up giving me. The country’s real name is Schweizerische, but is usually anglicised as Switzland in the same way that somehow Nippon is referred to as in the West, although I’ve really no idea how that came to pass. Then again, how did Gojira turn into Godzilla?

Damn, you think about the funkiest shit when you’re horny.

With a delighted squeal, Nina-sensei buried her face in Umeko’s wet teenage vagina, licking at her and fingering her while she ate me. I ran my hands through Umeko’s hair, enjoying her tongue in my slit. As with Mr. Saito, I was feeling more and more like a girl the more pleasure I got from my body. To hell with my past, I thought, I loved being Keiko.

Nina and Umeko stood up, and Umeko grabbed my hands and lifted me to my feet. She went close to me and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my lips and letting her tongue slide into my mouth. I returned the favor, shuddering with enjoyment as I tasted my own pussy juice on her lips (I know, I know). Umeko reach behind me and unzipped my skirt. I did the same for her and both our skirts dropped off us and onto the floor. We stepped out of them, both of us now completely naked except for our shoes and socks.

Taking a few steps back, Nina reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt. With a sexy wiggle of her hips, she pushed it down her body, moving her waist from side to side as she slid it down. Wiggling her hips again, she let the skirt fall into a crumple at her feet, and then gingerly stepped out of them. She reached up and ran her hands through her hair, striking a little super model pose for us, which made us both smile. Her panties white and lacy, and slightly transparent on the front, showing us a tuft of blonde pubic hair through the material.

“Would you girls like to help your teacher out of her panties?” She asked impishly.

Did she really need to ask us that? We both went up to her and crouched down on either side of her. Nina turned around with her back facing us and we both gripped her panties on either side. Grinning at each other and giggling, we pulled them down her, revealing her soft white buttocks to us, round and soft and pleasant. Nina stepped out of the panties, now naked except for her nylons and shoes.

She leaned over her shoulder and winked at us, reaching behind herself and spreading her butt cheeks, revealing her juicy pussy and cute little asshole to us. Umeko ran her hand along Nina’s privates, teasing the tissues a little.

With the scrape of her heels on the floor, Nina turned around, letting us see her naked body. Umeko, although she had obviously seen it before, let out a deep sigh of lust. I realized I had involuntarily licked my lips. Like I said, Nina-sensei was quite gorgeous, and her vagina was almost completely shaved clean, except for a little tuft of pubic hair which she had shaved into the shape of a heart. Cute, if you ask me. Her pussy was surprisingly small and petite, no wonder she liked teenage girls.

Spreading her legs, Nina reached down and opened her pussy lips with two fingers, revealing her glistening pink tissues. She was dripping with juices.

“Wanna play with teacher?” She asked with a naughty giggle.

School sure had changed since I was teen. Then again, I was a teen again . . . so . . . so had I.

Umeko slipped her fingers along Nina’s crack, and then leaned in and began to lick and suck at her. I saw her start to finger her, slipping her tiny fingers inside Nina’s pussy and moving them in and out. Nina moaned and rolled her hips, her tongue snaking out and wetting her mouth. One of her hands began to rub and squeeze her boobs.

Umeko’s hand reached down between my legs and started to rub my slit. I gasped a bit and the let out a moan as it began to feel good. I slipped my hand between Umeko’s legs, my fingers squishing in her wetness, and returned the favor. Our breasts shook as we moved our bodies.

After a minute or so, Umeko pulled away from Nina’s privates and glanced at me with an inviting look. I leaned in without hesitation and ran my tongue along the length of Sensei’s pussy; waggling it on her clit and causing her gasp and groan with pleasure. I slipped my fingers in and moved them in and out, slowly and sensually. The smell of her privates filled my nostrils and stimulated me even more, Umeko’s hand between my legs sending the shivers of delight through my body.

We kept that up, taking turns with Nina’s pussy while masturbating each other, in much the same way Michiko and I had taken turns with Saito-sensei’s penis two days ago.

Eventually, Nina stopped us. She took me and lay me down on the floor on my back, spreading my legs wide. As always, I blushed as my pussy was exposed like that. It was strange, no matter how much slutty stuff I did, I still got embarrassed by it in a tiny way, and that embarrassment made all the nasty stuff that much more enjoyable.

Umeko lay down in front of me and began to eat me out again. I undulated a little and moaned, sucking on my finger. Nina went over to her desk and reached in one of the drawers, fumbling around for something. Umeko worked on me, licking my clit and finger fucking my pussy. I yelped as she slipped one finger up my butt.

“Ah! That’s so nasty!” I cried.

“You bet it is.” Umeko replied wickedly.

She kept doing me like that, causing me to moan and shudder with bliss, until Nina came back to us. I opened my eyes and gasped: Nina was wearing a huge strap on dildo, a pink gel one shaped like and actual penis. She had a smaller red one in her hand, also done with a realistic shape. The pink one looked a little big; I looked at it with some trepidation.

Stopping her cunnling of me, Umeko stood up and took the small strap of from Nina, quickly stepping into it and slipped it on, firmly tying the straps on the side until it was on her nice and tight. Smiling at me with that same wicked grin, Umeko got down on her knees and took the dildo with one hand, guiding it towards my opening. She teased the lips of my pussy with the tip of it, giggling happily.

“Are you a virgin, Keiko-chan?” She asked me.

“Uh . . . no.” I answered.

Saito-sensei had seen to that.

Getting down on her knees at my side, Nina giggled, “Awe, look at how horny she is, did you really have to ask?”

For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw an expression of anger flash across Umeko’s face. Then she went back to her naughty expression and slipped the strap in into me, penetrating my lips and sliding slowly inside me.

“You’re gonna love little red.” Umeko cooed.

She moved her head down; her hair falling over my face a she got closer, and kissed me on the lips. And then she started to fuck me, thrusting her hips and moving the strap on in and out of my incredibly elastic pussy.

I arched my back as I was penetrated, my breast swaying back and forth on my chest, and then quickly began to thrust my hips at her as she fucked me. I cried out with pleasure and kissed her, wrapping my arms around as I took the strap on all the way to the end. I could feel the rubber cock filling my body, tingles and spasms of pleasure radiating out from my vagina. It felt so good; I was really starting to love my pussy. My body heaved with the pleasure, sweat creasing my brow as I thrust my hips, letting it go deeper and deeper.

“Oh, you love that don’t you, Keiko-chan.” Nina purred merrily.

I moaned, “Oh, fuck yeah. I love it.”

“Language, young lady!” Nina hissed sternly.

Was she serious? She was about to ball one her students with a strap on and she was worried about profanity?

Getting down on her knees, Nina moved to my left and with one hand turned my head towards her. She slipped the strap on’s tip into my mouth, smiling with delight as she slipped it into my throat. Now, I’ve never really understood how some girls can get off having someone suck on their strap on. I mean, it’s not like they can feel anything with it, maybe its just the sight of someone down there sucking on it, I dunno. Anyways, I dutifully began to suck and lick on the large rubber dick while my body writhed with ecstasy as Umeko buried her plastic cock inside me.

I moaned, gurgling with the dildo in my mouth. As the pleasure flowed through me, and I surrendered to its domination, once again I began to feel more like a girl. It was like with each new experience, Keiko asserted herself more and more. In the grip of passion, I was Keiko, totally and completely. And the scary thing was, I really didn’t mind anymore.

Umeko pulled out of me, and stood up. I was tempted to grab her and pull her back down, get that rubber cock back inside me. But Nina gently rolled me over on my stomach and then lifted me up on my hands and knees. She moved around behind me, and I began to swell in anticipation. The dildo was a little frightening still, I wasn’t sure if I could take it all, but my pussy was overriding my common sense; I wanted that thing inside me. I moved my body, looking over my shoulder at Nina, licking my lips in eagerness. Nina rubbed the tip of the strap on over my pussy, teasing me. I saw her reach to the side of it and flip a switch. Instantly, the strap on began to vibrate, sending sensations through my body that made me quiver with desire.

I felt the tip penetrate my lips and then my teacher slipped the length of the dildo into me. I gasped and let my body shake as the huge strap on penetrated my body. To my surprise, I apparently possessed a vagina with Gumby like stretch ability, because the large pink rubber dong entered me fine. I began to moan and rock back and forth and Nina moved it in and out of me.

Standing in front of me, Umeko had unhooked her strap on and taken it off. She unscrewed it from the base and detached the dildo part alone, tossing the harness to the side. As I jerked back and forth, my breast swaying like pendulums with the motions, my body filled with the fake but stimulating penis, Umeko got in front of me and spread her legs. She moved up to me and gave the dildo to me, pulling my head down to her pussy.

“Don’t forget me.” She said.

Obliging her, I slipped the red dildo into her vagina and started moving it back and forth, placing my lips on her and sucking on her clit as I did. It wasn’t easy, every so often I had to stop and let out gasps and moans as Nina fucked me good, sending me into spasms of pleasure. But I kept the dildo moving in and out, causing Umeko to undulate her body and cry out, and bite her lip with passion.

“Tun Sie mögen das, meinen heißen kleinen lesbischen Slut?” Nina panted, reverting to German.

I huffed, thrashing my head, “Ja I' m ein Slut und ich lieben es.”

Oh, shit. I had just blurted that out without thinking, and as far as I know, as Keiko I wasn’t supposed to speak any German. A stab of fear went through my heart even as the pleasure shot through me, had I aroused their suspicions of me? Damn, what a slip up.

Umeko raised her eyebrows at me, and then glanced at Nina in surprise.

“Well, well, well; our little Keiko-chan is just full of surprises today.” Nina laughed with an impressed tone to her voice.

Okay, they didn’t think it was suspicious. Hell, they probably thought I just had Rosetta Stone or something.

Nina went deeper into me, fucking me hard now, making me scream and cry with delight as her dildo moved in and out, making my arms and legs shudder as I was screwed. I kept my face buried as much as possible in Umeko’s crack, rapidly moving the dildo in and out. She groaned and raised her hips, rolling them in a circle as the rubber dick penetrated her snatch.

Nina’s hands slipped around my body and teased my already hard nipples, squeezing my boobs softly. I moved my body, gasping and yelping as the pleasure ran through every bit of me. I felt the sensations build in my body and I knew I was close.

Suddenly, Umeko grabbed the dildo from me and started rapidly moving in and out of herself, rubbing her clit hastily. I no time at all, she came, her whole body heaving in spasms of pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth wide open.

I felt the surge of pleasure as Nina screwed me rapidly from behind, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh, cum for me, mien kleiner lesbier.” Nina-sensei purred.

I guess that was her pet name for all her little girl toys. I wondered how many there were.

The pleasure shot through me as I shuddered and writhed in delight, the orgasm exploding from me causing me to shriek with pleasure and spasm as my body trembled with the satisfaction. My head thrashed and I cried out as I came, my whole body quaking from the experience. When it finally subsided, I collapsed to the floor, my breath deep and heavy.

Nina stood up and took off the strap on, and gathered up ‘Little Red’ as well. She put them back in her desk and then flopped own her chair, spent and breathing hard.”

“Whew.” She said smiling and pursing her lips.

Umeko crawled over to me on all fours and planted a kiss on my lips which I eagerly returned. As before, I was feeling more like girl then ever.

“I knew you were gay when I saw you looking at me in the shower.” Umeko giggled naughtily.

Thinking of Makoto, I said, “Uh . . . actually I’m more like a bisexual.”

I wasn’t sure why I said that. Obviously, if I was a lesbian as Keiko that would certainly be less awkward for my manhood. But for some reason I felt the distinction was important.

Umeko’s face changed, and she fixed me with a hard glare, “Why?”

Nina-sensei intervened, “Now, now, Umeko-chan: We can’t help how we are. If Keiko-chan likes boys too, well that’s just how she is. No reason to get mad.

I started gathering up my stuff and getting dressed. Once I’d found everything that was mine and started putting it on, I looked at Nina-san.

“I’m . . . I’m gonna need that note.” I told her.

“Of course.” Nina nodded, scribbling on her note pad without bothering to get dressed. Once she finished she tore it off and handed it to me, her huge boobs swaying as she moved.

“Arigato.” I said with bow.

“Please come back and visit us whenever you feel like it.” Nina said, “You’re so cute, I could just love you to death. You have to come over and model for me some time. I have a studio at my house, and I would just love to shoot some pictures of you.”

“Uh . . . sure.” I replied.

As I left, Umeko fixed me with another hard stare.

“You don’t need boys.” She hissed, “You’ll regret it if you keep messing with them.”

Surprised by the venom in voice, I turned and left wordlessly. It was clear not just that Umeko had some issues, but that something might be very wrong with her. I wondered if she was going to be a problem later.

In the hallway I was greeted by the squeal of “Sempai” and found Noriko running up to me offering to walk me to my next class.

The Walk Through The Park

The rest of the school day went off without anything unusual happening. When it was over, Michiko, Chiharu and Ashley had some kind of after school extra credit project to work on, so I had to walk home alone. I decided to take a different route and familiarize myself with more of the town. I had poured over maps of Moriyama in the last few days but that was not the same as experiencing it first hand. I decided to take a walk through the nearby park on my way home.

I strolled up a main street, basically empty at this time, past a load of shops on either side. As I walked past a large outdoor café, I noticed three boys sitting at one table who all turned to look at me as I walked past them. They were checking me out, I realized and blushed at the thought as I hurried past, still feeling the boy’s eyes on me.

I continued to walk passing shops and restaurants and other business until I came to an alley on my right. Glancing down it, I saw some movement in the shadows. I froze, looking down the alley.

There they were again, those strange figures dressed all in white from head to toe, wrapped like mummies in the cloth. They crawled around the ground on all fours, moving quickly. I couldn’t tell if they saw me or not.

With no one else around, I opened the hidden bottom of my purse and pulled out the Berretta. Holding it in front of me with both hands, pointing at the ground, I nimbly slipped over to the edge of the alley way, flattening myself against the outside wall. Gun at the ready, I peeked around the corner.

They were there, skittering spider like around on the ground. I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but it seemed like the might be looking for something. With a simple, fast action, I slipped around the corner; my gun raised in front of me, and started moving down the alley towards them. Who or what were these guys? I had to know. And what was their connection to what had been done to me? I needed answers.

But as soon as I went into the alley, they were gone.

I swept the gun back and forth, but the figures no longer seemed to be there. Moving down a little, I could see that the alley was a blind one, there was no way out of it. The only way had been the way I came in, or up into the sky. There were only two doors in the alley, leading into the stores on either side. I tried both and found them locked. They could have locked either one behind them, I supposed. I searched fruitlessly, but found no sign of the white figures. It was like they had just disappeared.

Putting the gun away, I resumed my previous path, turning to look back at the alley from time to time, but the strange figures never reappeared.

Still puzzling about what I’d just seen, I came to the park entrance and walked into it, following the cement path down the middle. It was a huge, beautiful park filled with trees and grass and a large pond. As I walked, unanswered questions ran through my mind, many of them mysteries that I had pondered a million times in the last three days. None of it made any sense, and I bit my lip a little in frustration.

And then, I was suddenly distracted by a familiar voice, “Hey, Keiko-chan the cat lady!”

I turned and my heart leapt in my chest as I saw Makoto coming over to me. I felt my face flush and I hoped I wasn’t blushing. He smiled amiably to me as he approached.

“Hi, Keiko-chan.” He said, “What brings you here.”

“Oh, nothing.” I answered, “Just taking the scenic route home through the park. You?”

He chuckled, “Well, I gotta go help my uncle at the bike shop. It’s faster this way, and I’m already kinda late.”

I was breathing faster and my heart was racing just being this close to him. I tried to shake all this off, but it wouldn’t go away. I looked into his eyes and felt like I was going to melt. A giddy happiness was welling up my chest.

I needed to say something, so I said, “I didn’t know your uncle owned a bike shop? Which one?”

Man, I hoped there was more then one bike shop in Moriyama.

“Waddaya mean, ‘which one’?” Makoto-kun raised an eyebrow, “It’s the one two blocks up on the corner.”

I faked it, “Oh, that bike shop.”

Suddenly, Makoto-kun reached forward and grabbed both my hands in his. I think my heart actually stopped for a second as I felt the contact of our skin. Electric tingles ran up my fingers, and my pulse skyrocketed. I struggled to get myself under control before he noticed.

“You know what?” He said pumping my hands up and down, “You should come there with me some time, Keiko-chan.”

“Huh?” I asked, my brains still focused on the fact that he was holding my hands, “To the bike shop?”

“Yeah, my uncle repairs all sorts of bikes, so he usually lets me take ‘em out for a test ride.” Makoto-kun enthusiastically, “I get to ride all the latest models, all of the cool stuff, as long as I don’t wreck ‘em. You should come with me sometime, we could go riding, it’d be fun.”

I had to pause for a second, did he just ask me to go somewhere with him? Like on a date? No, he was just inviting me as a friend, I told myself, no need to freak out.

“I’d love to! Sure!” I cried out way too enthusiastically.

“Well, if you’re that excited, okay then.” Makoto laughed, “I gotta get going, but I’ll call you tonight, alright? Do you have my phone number?”

“No.” I admitted.

“I’ll give it to you.” He said pulling out his cell, “What’s yours?”

We exchanged numbers and quickly entered them into our address books. My heart was still beating a mile a minute: We were exchanging phone numbers! This was almost too good to be true.

When we finished, Makoto told me, “Nuts, I’m super late now. I’ll see ya’ Keiko-chan.”

“Call me.” I said hopefully.

“You bet.” He said over his shoulder as he sprinted away.

When I’d finally gotten my heart beat under control, and my mind had calmed down, I began to think about what had just happened. What I had just been feeling. A nauseous feeling of dread ran though the pit of my stomach. I backed up, staring at the sidewalk, and sank down onto one of the park benches, my hands clutched to my chest.

I muttered, “Oh no . . .”

‘Oh no’ was right. Oh my god, Michiko and the others had been right: I had a crush on this guy . . . a huge one.

Conflicting emotions battle in my head: This was nuts, I was a grown man. I couldn’t be fawning over this guy like a drunken prom date. But then again, I was a girl now. I may end up being a girl for the rest of my life. I had no idea how I’d gotten this way or what had been done to me. Maybe my body had been transformed, and there was no way to change it back. Or maybe my mind had somehow been transferred out of my old body into this one? Maybe my old body had been destroyed? It seemed less and less likely that I would ever get back to the way I was, and more and more I had begun to realize that a very large part of me didn’t want to go back. I could be Keiko for the rest of my life. If that was true, then maybe I could be with Makoto-kun. No body could fault me for wanting someone to share this new life with. Maybe I should consider acting on my feelings for Makoto-kun. If I never went back to being a guy, maybe we could . . . maybe he might . . .

Oh, god damn it. I was in love with Makoto-kun. There was no way around it. I clapped a hand and my mouth, my eyes staring with the realization. Strange thoughts assailed my head until I was distracted by another, even more surprising, familiar voice. One that I knew I should not be hearing.

“I gotta say, my man, your ramen noodles are the best this side of .” A high pitched Elvin voice said.

I stared in the direction of the voice, that couldn’t have been who I thought it was: There, at a ramen noodle stand at the entrance to the park, stood a tall American man in his mid thirties. He had black brushed back hair, streaked with some grey, dark brown eyes, and a thick, blunt chin. Hiss face was rough with a little stubble. He wore a loud Hawaiian shirt and long blue shorts, along with thong sandals on his feet. He walked away from the stand into the park, slurping down some of the noodles.

I recognized him: He was Bruce Anderson, an American CIA operative that I used to associate with in my earlier days with Japanese Intelligence. Aside from Michiko, and that homeless man, this was the only other person I had seen from my former life.

He passed me, and noticing me looking at him said, “Good afternoon, little girl. Nice day isn’t it?”

Of course he didn’t recognize me, how could he?

As he continued down the walkway, whistling to himself, I stood up and stared after him in complete disbelief. As if everything else wasn’t enough, this had opened a whole new can of worms. That was Bruce, I was absolutely sure of it, if nothing else I’d recognize that chin anywhere. It was definitely him.

Except that it couldn’t be: Bruce Anderson had died in the pentagon attack on September 11th, 2001.