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DESTINATION JAPAN Chapter 1 Travel is something that everyone should do at least once, but to get a real sense about a place, you have to live with the people and work as well. that's what I decided when I went on my own travels. I worked in camp USA in America for 3 months, I got to meet the people there and learn a lot. After that, I worked in Whistler, Canada for 3 months on the ski fields, that was more fun than I realised. I did have to actually work at times, but when I wasn't, it was party time. In England, I worked as a nanny, I know what your thinking, and don't knock it. Families pay more than you think for even male nannies to look after their kids, they pay very well and do almost anything to keep a good one. After that it was off to Japan, it was all for fun and work, I could put it all down on my resume to an employer as understanding foreign trading networks or whatever I wanted to. I could spend the next 3 months smoking pot and put it down as something legitimate on my resume, that's the beauty of it. When I reached Japan, I settled in Kobe, beautiful city it was too. Most of Japan is like that. I soon found a job teaching English, my stepbrother taught there and I took over his class when he went back home. my Japanese was pretty good before I arrived here. Id meet the locals, see the real Japan, make friends, and teach English, what could go wrong. The first few months went well, my basic friendly nature soon made me one of the more popular teachers, I learned more about Japanese culture than any guidebook could tell me, I got out and saw Japan, Osaka, Nara, Kyoto. Himeji Castle was one of the highlights of my travels in Japan. On the UNESCO world heritage list, its known among the Japanese as ?white egret castle', Shirasagi-jo in Japanese. It dominates the city of Himeji and is one of 12 feudal castles left in Japan. The sake Breweries were also a must see, I got a taste for some of them, some were stronger than others. I had spent 3 months in the US, 3 in Canada, 3 in England, my 3 months allocated to Japan went just as fast. I had done my best to make my class special, my technique was to keep things fresh, new. I taught them useful phrases and a lot more. The next morning I was booked on a plane back to Sydney. My last class that night was one I wont forget. Waiting in the hallway outside the classroom when I locked the door was one of my students. His English was good when he arrived, it had improved a lot in a short time, making me wonder if he was really here for English lessons, or he was just a fast learner. When I walked down the hallway to the exit, he walked with me, asking me when I was coming back, I told him I had no idea, but hoped to be back as soon as I could. I had enjoyed my 3 months in Japan and part of me wanted to stay here and never leave. That wasn't going to happen, no matter how much I loved Japan, I loved Australia more. We were the only ones here, worrying me as he stayed by my side. Before we reached the doors, he pressed something against my arm, about the size and appearance of a nicotine patch. As I turned to him to ask him what it was, I felt tired and drowsy. Before I could say a word, I had fallen to the ground, the last thing I thought before I passed out was why anyone would drug me, then everything went black. I have no idea how long I was out for, hours or days. When I stirred and woke up, I found myself resting on a futon in a good sized bedroom with an ensuite bathroom. The d?cor and furnishings were all top quality, letting me know that whoever wanted me didn't want me dead, and had money to burn, they also had to be powerfull and well connected. My futon was on a raised section of the floor, 4 wooden beams surrounded the bed, a scroll was against one of the walls, what it said was anyones guess. I wasn't surprised to find that I had woken up in a Yakuta, a kimono that wasn't second hand, like some I had bought in my time here, but was new and clearly expensive. Getting up from the futon, I explored my surroundings, the bathroom was well stocked and luxurious enough, a sunken bath, even a shower stall. Still, none of this made sense, why would anyone abduct me and bring me here, wherever here was. Turning towards the only window, I walked towards it and looked out at the bay outside the window. I could be anywhere, in any of the islands. The sound of a key turning in the door to my room caught my attention and I turned as it was opened up. Two well built Japanese men stood in view, ensuring that any escape attempt would be short, they parted to let an older Japanese man walk in, then they closed it behind him. "I trust you are feeling ok, no after effects of the drug," he asked me as he sat down on one of the chairs. "I guess, I have no idea why anyone would abduct me and bring me here, I'm not rich or well connected, if you think I'm the heir to a fortune that you can hold to ransom, your wrong," I told him as he stared back at me. "No, I don't want you for that, I know everything about you Scott, your family history, employment history, even your pets. Information is power, the more you have, the more you can get, you're here for a purpose. Whatever purpose you had or thought you had has changed." "You were taken because I have need of you, someone who can disappear, has a reasonable command of our language, and you have a love for our country. You were injected on your arrival with a powerfull retrovirus, one we perfected months ago. It will transform you from a 6ft high Australian into a 5ft 4in petite woman." "I don't want to tell you everything, you will see the results for yourself in a few days time, I have need of a subtle bodyguard, mistress, personal assistant and..at times, assassin. You will be all those things, you will come to love your life here, and be loyal to me. In return, you will have a comfortable life, challenges, enough freedoms and be by my side as often as possible," he added as I sat down on the futon. I could barely believe what I was hearing, he sounded serious and talked as if he had every right to do this to me. "Your out of your mind, this is kidnapping, I don't care who you are, no one is above the law, not even you," I told him as I got to my feet in mixed anger and fear. "I am, whatever I want, I get. You should know that im a highly placed member of the Yakuza, surely you have heard of us, westerners are curious about a lot of things," he said to me, then rolled up one of his sleeves to show me part of his suit of tattoos. I had indeed heard and read about them, the suit took many years to complete. They were works of art, covering the chest, back and arms. The Yakuza was similar to Area 51, they didn't officially exist. They both lived in the same grey area, no one talked about them, or wanted to talk about them. That didn't change the fact that they were real and existed, now I was face to face with them. "You will come to love being here with me, you will receive subtle conditioning to keep you loyal and content to be here. I don't want a mindless automaton, I want you to be able to make decisions, think on your feet and be happy, once you get to know me, you will see that I'm not as bad as I seem." he told me, then turned to the door and knocked twice on it. "You must be hungry, eat and think about what I've said, the changes will be clear to you very soon," he added and left as an attendant wheeled in a cart with what must have been my first meal here. I had been here for 3 months and had eaten a lot of Japanese food. On the tray was Katsudon, a rice bowl topped with deep- fried pork cutlet and semi cooked egg, Yakisoba- soft chinese noodles saut?ed with vegetables and fish, and Yakitori- skewered grilled chicken coated in a sweet sauce. I wasted no time in starting on them, I didn't know when I would be fed again so I wasted no time. I had had each of the dishes at one point in my time in Japan, I washed it down with the green tea that came with it and lay back down on the futon. The next morning, my first changes were clear, I had lost about a foot of height and my features had softened, my hands were slightly more slender than I remember. Again, I was given only Japanese food to eat, the people bringing it in ignored all attempts at conversation. On the second day, I noticed my hair going from dark brown to blonde, it soon got longer and I dropped another foot in height. When my arms got more and more slender, and my legs become slender and toned as well, I made as much noise as I could, but no one seemed to hear me. There must have been a hidden camera and some way to pump in a sleep agent, because when I woke up in the mornings, my bed had fresh sheets on it. My face became softer and more feminine, my hair got longer and longer. My feet got smaller and I started to develop breasts. On the 4th day, the guards outside my room had to hold me down to keep me from escaping when my meals were brought in. the retrovirus was making more and more changes to me, my waist got more slender and my hips got wider. I lost all of my body hair except for on my head, which stayed blonde and got longer, shoulder length and longer. On the 6th morning, I woke up to pain, a lot of pain coming from my stomach and groin. I could barely move as I lay there. My moans and cries must have been expected as my captor walked in with a doctor. "I see your almost a woman, this last stage has always been the most painfull, doctor Tanaka will sedate you for this stage of your change. When you wake up, it will all be over, and you will be 100% female. I could barely talk as he injected me with something, the pain from the retrovirus was like nothing id ever felt, more than when I had been badly sunburnt, more than when I had broken my wrist. This was 5 times worse than that. Whatever he injected with, it knocked me out in seconds. When I woke up, I felt different all over, my first glance of my body showed that no part of me was male anymore. My breasts were bigger than they were before I was sedated, 34d at least, my slender waist tapered to wide hips, perfect for childbearing. That scared and sobered me up fast. My hands travelled down my sides, my skin silky soft and smooth as they find my perfectly formed pussy and touched it. Moving my hands as my new pussy tingled, I took in my toned, smooth legs that went to matching calves and slender ankles and feet. Very tiny feet, size 6 or 7 if that. Wiggling my toes, I got to my feet and walked into the bathroom to get a good look at my body and face. Stopping in front of the mirror, a stranger stared back at me, she was about 5ft 4inches high, with a sensual, perfectly formed body, long blonde hair and a face that could grace any fashion magazine around the world. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, my reflection was all female. Swallowing nervously I ran out to the closet and opened it up, inside were more Yakuta kimonos, 6 of them that were in my new size. Quickly changing into a dark blue one with indego flowers on it, I paced around my room. The fact that I still looked western and not Japanese confused me, why wouldn't he have the retrovirus alter me to look Japanese. It didn't take long for him to visit me, my heart was pounding inside my chest as he walked in and calmly sat down across from me. "I see that it worked, exactly how I saw it, now you can begin your studies. You will perfect your Japanese, learn to read and write in it, learn all of our customs as if born here. I will have you taught in the world of business, you will also learn to speak mandarin and French. I go to those countries often on business so you should learn it," he told me as I nervously kept my hands on my lap. "Why don't I look asian, I figured you would have me look Japanese?" I asked him, then stopped as I heard my new voice and accent, american, southern, this was getting weirder every day. "Two reasons, one I wont tell you, the other is that like any other Japanese man, I like blondes, north american blondes to be exact. As my personal assistant, you will be accorded as much respect as me, in my employ, you will go with me when I travel, when I need you," he told me as what must have been breakfast was brought in. "Where am I, surely there's no harm in telling me now?" I asked him as I tasted the coffee on my tray, then started on the toast and hard boiled egg, something that Japanese have for breakfast when they eat out. "Very well, I see no harm in telling you, your on one of my estates, this one is in Kashikojima, overlooking Ago Bay in Western Honshu. It's not far from Kobe, where you were taken from. I stay here from time to time, I have another estate at Matsushima in Northern Honshu. I grew up there." "My father was a fisherman there, I used to go to the Tuna auctions at the Shiogama Wholesale Fish Market and watch them. Its how I become the man I am today. When I'm not on my estates, I'm in Tokyo or Osaka, I have apartments in both cities, as my personal assistant, mistress and bodyguard, you will stay with me there," he added as I finished my coffee. Later that day, I was let out of my room and lead down a hallway to one of the central rooms. The man waiting for me bade me to sit down, and I don't remember much else, I don't know what we talked about, he must have put me in a trance or used hypnosis on me, but when he snapped his fingers to wake me up,2 hours had passed, and I felt a loyalty to Miyoshi Ogawa, the billionaire who had me abducted, brought here and injected with the retrovirus. I still had all my memories, my hates, fears and loves. I knew I could get up and try to find a way out of here, but I didn't want to. I found myself wanting to serve and be loyal to Miyoshi. My Japanese studies began the next day. I began to learn to read and write Japanese symbols, how to dress and style my hair, to co-ordinate outfits and apply make up. I also began to learn French and Mandarin, somehow my ability to remember things had been increased and I learned fast. I was taught the complete history of Japan, then it was Aikido and Karate. I had done karate when I was 15, but I was taught both fighting styles by experts. The year soon passed and moved into 2007. My Aikido and Karate training continued and my language studies proceeded as well. I was now fluent in Mandarin and French, then I was taught the fine arts of business and finance, about worldwide markets, what's in demand and what's not. His experts knew what they were doing, if they knew the truth about what had been done to me, they never let on that they did. Whenever I was let out onto the grounds, I was watched by the guards and by video surveilance. The gardens of the estate were like a paradise. High walls hid perfect dry landscape gardens, raked gravel provided an object for meditation. A tea garden was in another section, and a stroll garden in another. They were all here not for decoration, but to create a perfect, serene environment for meditation, calm and relaxation. I felt more like a guest than a prisoner here and my strolls through the various gardens kept me relaxed and calm. I was allowed to wander the grounds whenever I wasn't needed for any lessons or training. I was also taught how to notice hidden weapons on a person, subtle bulges or alterations in a persons walk or movement, hidden knives or guns showed somehow, after some mistakes, I learned and spotted any hidden weapons on the people testing me. I was also taught to use weapons, pistols, semi- automatic weapons and knives. I sparred with my trainers and Miyoshi, perfecting my Kendo skills. It was basically sparring with bamboo swords, both were padded for protection and it was intense at times. At times I let him win, to let him save face, and at other times, I made him work hard to score points. As a petite female, I knew the place of women in today's Japan, and as a gaijin, I would always be reminded somehow that I wasn't Japanese. I was eager to learn and be able to leave this estate where I had been hidden away for 2 years. One thing that took some getting used to was my new monthly friend, it was one more reminder that I was 100% female. Once it had passed, I explored my new body. It didn't take much for my nipples to swell up and my clit to do the same, my fingers found my clit and pussy nearly every night and I stroked myself to an orgasm when I was sure I wasn't being watched. It wasn't until I had performed the tea ceremony, Chanoyu in Japanese, that I was allowed to leave the estate. The tea ceremony is a very special one, all ritual and orchestrated. Its summed up in one notion, "one lifetime, one meeting," something to be treasured. When my guests had left I was taken back to my quarters and told to change. My wardrobe had increased a lot in my time here, with both Japanese and western style clothes in it. Choosing a white satin and lace bra and panty set, black seamed thigh highs stockings, I changed into them, then a white silk blouse and cream coloured skirt that came with a matching tailored jacket. Choosing a pair of matching 2in pumps, I sat down and applied a light coat of make up, nothing too elaborate, even though I had learned long ago how to make myself look like a professional model. Braiding my long blonde hair into a long braid behind me, I stood up and walked to the door to my room and knocked on it. I was then taken out to a waiting black Mercedes, slipping my feet into the 2in pumps as I walked outside, I found Mr Ogawa was waiting for me inside. As it started off down the driveway of the estate, I crossed my long legs and turned to him as we were driven out and towards Nara, the closest city to the estate. He said nothing and I was lost in thought, just over two years ago, I was a 6ft tall Australian male, on the verge of going back home, and now, I was a 5ft 4inch petite female with a US southern accent and a sensual body that would arouse any man who saw me. I didn't worry about being molested by anyone, its rare for a lone woman in Japan to be molested. I was completely capable of defending myself at any rate. Like any Japanese city, Nara had its share of temples and shrines to the ancestors. We passed by several of them as we went through the city. We made a quick stop in the Naramachi District, Miyoshi went into one of the Machiya (merchant homes),and returned with a thick yellow manila folder that he put into his briefcase. Our journey into Nara continued and we stopped at a restaurant called Harishin. It was 200 years old and a very good place to eat at, he was also one of the owners, so we were warmly welcomed, as far as expressive greetings go in Japan, and taken to a private table with Miyoshi's two black suited imposing bodyguards standing nearby to ensure that we had sufficient privacy. He ordered for both of us, no huge shock to me, and we made small talk while we were waiting to be served. Before we started, We were given a folded white towel each, another Japanese custom. Its called o'shibori, it was wonderfully cool as I wiped my hands with it, then refolded it and placed it near the edge of the table. We were served liberal amounts of soup, rice, meat, fish and fresh vegetables. I hadn't eaten this well at his estate and wasted no time. If I was to eat this well in his employ, I might actually enjoy my time as his personal assistant, bodyguard and courtesan. When we had finished, we slowly tasted the accompanying tea and he got to the reason that we were here. "You will be my personal assistant and courtesan, this you know, and my bodyguard. I have visible bodyguards, but you will be the one that no one suspects. I have had you trained in armed and unarmed combat by the best experts I could find, and as my personal assistant, you need a new identity, this I have for you now," he told me as he took out the manila folder and handed it to me. Inside was a passport, several papers, a certificate showing that I had an MBA from Harvard business school. According to the papers, my name was Courtney McDowell, I was 23 years old and an orphan. Both my parents had died when I was young, and I had travelled with money I got from their wills. I had, according to the papers, come to Japan when I was 21, having graduated from Harvard a month before arriving. I had been taken in by Miyoshi Ogawa and gained permanent residency, but was a duel citizen of Japan and the US. "It is all genuine and as legal as they come, we have connections everywhere, in Japan and in the United States. The passport is genuine and valid for 10 years. If you need to travel anywhere, it can be done, everything smoothed over. With me or on your own, you will be my agent and emissary," he told me as I washed my fingers with the cloth, then stood up with him and we left the restaurant. On the way back to the estate, his hand rested on my thigh and gently caressed it. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly and let him continue. As his fingers moved further along my thigh to my panties, I undid the buttons of my jacket and caressed my heaving breasts. He made no move to stop me as my moans and whimpers increased. By the time we had stopped in the driveway, I was ready and he knew it. He guided me inside and to his own room, bigger than mine and more elaborately decorated. Two samurai swords were on a stand nearby, and two mannequins in samurai battle dress were on either side of the room. He slowly undressed me then had me lay down on his futon. "I wanted to teach you the art of lovemaking myself," he told me as he took off his suit and shirt. Like most Japanese men, he had very little body hair and didn't look as old as he may have been. Undressed, I saw his extensive tattoos for the first time, they covered his chest, back and arms. His lips soon found my trim belly and kissed along it while teasing my clit with his fingertips. I was trembling and whimpering underneath him as he got me moist, then had me straddle him. Gazing down at him, my glistening pussy lips rubbed up against his cock, making it glisten as well. He then put his hand on my hips and lifted me up, then gently guided me down onto his hardening cock. I arched my back and cried out as he slid deep into me, my moist pussy gripped his shaft and milked it as I was lifted up and down on top of him. I soon found my rhythum and was meeting his upward thrusts. I had never felt like this before, never. Waves of pleasure went through me as I rode him, then he slowed down, fustrating me even as I wanted this to last. He knew exactly what he was doing and rubbed my nipples between his fingers to make them harden up, then tugged on them to pull me down to him. My lips found his as we kissed passionately, I rode him and held onto him as he kept me going for what felt like hours. When he came deep inside me, I shook and cried in pure extasy as his cum spurted deep inside me, his cock swelled up and pulsed as I shook in his arms. Seconds later, I orgasmed as well. My eyes glazed over from my orgasm as he held me against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder as I shook from our combined orgasm. Sunlight streaming in from the window woke me up from my sleep. I turned and heard the shower running. I felt no shame being naked and silently padded into his ensuite bathroom. Slipping into the shower with him, I lathered up his back, surprising him as he hadn't heard me come in. "You are good, I never heard you come in, my flower." "I thought you would enjoy baths more than showers," I asked him as he stood still and let me wash him. "Truthfully, I enjoy both, you could call me progressive," he told me as my hands rubbed over his tattooed body. "I have more gifts for you, I will show them to you soon enough," he added as I washed my own slender form under the water. I closed my eyes and trembled as my hands cupped and caressed my breasts, it had taken a transformation via a retrovirus to teach me how sensitive a woman's breasts were. He let me continue, then had me follow him out and we dried each other off, then he changed into a kimono and walked out of the bedroom. I changed into a shorter yakuta and followed him into one of the dining rooms. As breakfast was served, I sat and folded my legs underneath me, with my feet to one side, I savored my first meal of the day. We ate in privacy and said very little while we ate. Times like these were sometimes the best conversations, other nationalities would have talked to break the silence, but Japanese didn't do that. We finished and retired to one of the lounge rooms and he handed me a silver case. More information on my new identity, I thought to myself as I opened it up. Inside was a cell phone, a PDA, set of keys and 6 cards. 5 of them were credit cards and the 6th was a drivers licence for Japan. "Each of those credit cards have a limit of a hundred thousand dollars, for when you need them only, whatever you charge to them will be paid off every month. The cell phone is so you can be contacted, and the keys.. Come with me," he said to me as he got up and lead me to the front doors. I followed him and was surprised to see a car waiting on the driveway. Not just any car, it was a BMW Z4 M Coupe, over a hundred grands worth of car, and it was clearly mine. "This is yours, for running errands and doing other things when required," he told me as I walked around it and ran my fingertips along it. It suited my new form and nature perfectly, it was a race car, fast, powerfull, it was perfect. Unlocking it, I slipped inside and started it up. Closing my eyes, I sighed as I settled in. "Its modified just for you, my flower, its armoured, the glass is bulletproof, up to 7.62mm proof, and there are hidden weapons in it, next to the seat and set into the dash." he told me as I soon found them, a 9mm glock pistol along the right side of my seat, and another that came out of a retractable tray in the dashboard. "Only use them when you absolutely have to," he added as I held them, then checked the loads of them automatically. "There are more in the back, in my business, it pays to be prepared, I trust very few people, in business and in the organisation, and you of course, my flower." "Thank you, for this," I told him as I put the weapons back and got out of the car. Changing into a black lace lingerie set, short black floral dress and knee high leather boots, I put my new licence and credit cards into one of the many purses I had been given, then returned to my new car. I just had to take it for a test drive. Starting it up, I put it in gear and drove down the driveway, the gate guards opened the gate as I reached it. I would return and Mr Ogawa knew it, my place was with him. I drove down the roads and found out how easy it was to accellerate. I tore down the local roads, feeling almost free, but turned back before I reached Toba. That very night we were driven to Kobe for a business negotiation. I had learned a lot from my mentors and as Miyoshi's personal assistant, I had to keep him appraised of everything. Dressed appropriately, I stayed by his side. A 25 calibre pistol was under my jacket and several knives were secreted on my person as well. I subtly watched the other party throughout the negotiations, it was a merger, the first negotiation of many. How he had gotten as high as he had without arousing suspicion I'll never know, no one in the other party had any idea that he was Yakuza, he was living two lives here. The next night, we were driven to Osaka, the home of the Yakuza, and stayed at the apartment that he kept there. As he talked on the phone, I changed into a short Yakuta and kneeled at his feet. I expertly massaged his feet as he talked. I felt his gaze on my cleavage, and hoped that he would take me to his bed that night. Not long after he hung up, there was a knock at the door. He had me answer it, it was a Japanese man of about 30 years, he had a black leather case with him. My master had me undress and lay down on the futon. "You are to be tattooed with your mark, my flower," he told me as the man got to work. I bit my lip as he began tattooing something on my right ass cheek. I didn't make a sound as he worked on the tattoo for over an hour. He then had me turn over and begin to tattoo something on my right breast. I could barely stiffle the pain as it hurt. As he worked on it, I watched it, I saw the outline of a flower, then watched as he did the inside. When he wiped away the tiny droplets of blood, I saw that it was a blue flower, definitely a Japanese design. I couldn't see the one on my ass cheek, but assumed that it was the same design. He rubbed a cream over it and covered it up, then left. "Now you are truly my flower," my master told me, then had me massage his shoulders and back as he rested on his futon bed. End of part one, will see what the interest is for this before I post chapter 2. It's not perfect, I may make some mistakes, so please don't nitpick if you notice some.