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I was just settling down to work more on my thesis last week when the phone rang. It was Huw, in a high rate of excitement, was there a chance that I could be a substitute for Idris who had had a car accident and couldn't make the rugby tour to Japan ~ tomorrow? Was there? At last the long night finished, I had been so excited that I hadn't slept a wink. Today was it, the trip to Japan. I had been really flattered by the last minute invitation to play for our local rugby club on its trip to our twinned city Yokohama in Japan. Though I had played almost every game for the junior team I had not realised that I had been spotted by the main team's captain. Anyway in something of a rush and bleary eyed, I had got the bus to Bristol airport OK. Dragging my luggage over to the international desks I saw the team in a group, listening to an older man so I joined them. As I did so my mate Huw grabbed me by the arm and pulled me across to the man. "Mr Reynolds, this is Dafydd Griffiths who's replacing Bryn Lloyd who had that car accident yesterday I'll guarantee he'll make a great substitute." "That's alright Huw, I know all about your mate already. Really glad you could make it Dafydd. We're just ready to go through Immigration so off you both go now and join the rest." The excited chatter of the group carried on through the various official checks along miles of corridors until the final ramp down into the plane. The staff had a check list of where our seats were so we settled in quickly though it was a bit of a squeeze with four of us per row. After we took off the stewards came along with drinks and trays of food. Later once they had collected the debris we all tried to get comfortable to sleep. It was a long flight. I think that we were all on a high and kept the hostesses busy bringing free beer and the like. Probably some slept through it, but most kept getting up and wondering around the plane. Tokyo airport was magnificent, though we didn't have time to take it all in as we were quickly rounded up and piled into the smart waiting bus and sped off into the early morning traffic which was already nose to tail. I hadn't expected to find that everybody drove on the left, at least one thing was familiar, though the suburbs of Tokyo were not exactly a visual feast. Our host was dressed in a pale grey suit and after introducing himself gave us a commentary as we drove into the city, in fact few of the team were listening and several were obviously asleep. Nonetheless I saw a couple of classical temples that he pointed out and the very impressive railway station, festooned with lights and watched the shops as we drove along; all brightly lit but not particularly busy at that time of the morning, though there were plenty of people obviously off to work. He pointed out the sports pitches and stadium that ran along one side of the main road before we swung off at a crossroads. He asked if we knew what geishas were and somebody said, "Tarts." He did not know the word so somebody explained that is was a sort of prostitute. That really got to him: he told us forcefully that they were not and were subject to a rigorous code of behaviour and had to have special work licences. Anyway as we slowed down at the next junction he said that that building over there actually was a college for geishas and was exclusive to them only; with strictly no men ever allowed, for obvious reasons any male transgressors were severely punished. And at that we swung off to the right on to the front of a smart hotel: all white marble. As we stepped down from the coach a bevy of uniformed young women bowed to us and led us into the huge foyer. Hardly had we stopped than our luggage was brought in and laid before us to select, I pointed out to my bag and it was swept up by a similarly uniformed man who lead me to my room, gave me a plastic key and departed with another bow. After checking what was in the room I tipped everything out of my bag onto the bed and sorted out socks, underwear, shirts etc. and stowed them all away in the drawers and cupboards. To wake myself up I took a cold shower, dressed and joined the rest in the foyer. There was a notice addressed to us welcoming the team to Japan and announcing a drinks party that evening and then a long list of all the facilities available within the complex. As we stood reading it a figure appeared in a black uniform announcing that he was the hotel manager and he was at our service at any time. His English was excellent and he gave out an air of competence and efficiency, though with a certain icy ness. The hotel offered a lot of things to do, though none of us felt like going to the casino, a few enthusiasts went off to the fitness studio, but most of us ended up at the swimming pool. Actually we were all bit jet lagged and I suspect almost everybody ended up asleep. We were joined at dinner by our hosts in the restaurant of the hotel and they all seemed huge with the exception of my opposite number, who was more the average Japanese size. After the last course liberally lubricated by delicate cupfuls of a warm liquid their captain explained that we were all now going off to a very exclusive night club. A fleet of mini buses were standing outside and we all piled aboard squeezing in amongst our hosts. I slowly woke with a blinding head ache and a raging thirst to be aware that I was not alone. I was sharing a bed, well actually a mattress on the floor with somebody else who looked like one of the geishas from last night then I was aware of an odd lump at my back and a weight on my head. Slowly I reached for the lump to realise that it was a cushion of folded silk, held close to me by a sash like band; my hands wandered further to find that I was dressed in a long silk dress. As that sank in to my befuddled mind, my companion groaned, rolled off the mattress and staggered across the room to be very ill into a basin in the corner. I didn't feel that bright either, especially as reaching upwards I discovered that I had a massive hat on my head, only it wasn't a hat, it was a thick and bulging mass of stiff hair. I tried to pull it off, but it hurt, as it seemed to be stuck to my own hair and it worsened the throbbing in my head just trying to shift it. I lay wondering what the hell was going on, and looked at my bed mate as she turned towards me. In spite of the intense white make up of her face it dawned on me that she wasn't a she, but my drinking pal of last night. He pointed at me and gave a sort of a laugh, and said, "You look velly unusual." Before I could say anything there was a quiet little cough, and the door to the room was slid open and in stepped a young girl with a tray in her hands. She managed to bow to us both in turn and then placed the tray laden with food, along side me and smiling silently started to withdraw. My new friend spoke to her rapidly, which reduced her to giggles which she tried not to show by hiding her mouth behind her hands before replying, but she backed out of the room leaving us with our meal. I was not up to eating anything and neither was my new pal who had collapsed back on the mattress. He turned to me in an agitated way and croaked that we should go quickly before the police came, he was sure that the girl would have told about us already. That was a lot easier said than done as we immediately found how hard it was to get up as our clothes were tight around our legs, so we rolled aside and levered ourselves upright, it was as though we were encased in silken bandages. We reached out for the weird wooden platform shoes with their double blocks, I had no idea what to do, but followed him as he stood up; holding his shoes and crept to the door and slid it aside. As we shuffled out into the passage outside we walked straight into the young girl. As she turned to run away my friend grabbed her with one hand over her mouth, waved his shoes in front of her face and whispered fiercely into her ear, I had no idea what was said but it was clear that it frightened the girl completely, so he let her go and we followed her as quietly as we could, as she lead us along a maze of passages and down steps, till we were finally outside in the gloom of the early morning. The traffic noise struck my head and I felt awful, as it throbbed with my hangover but I had to follow them as they crept amongst, what I could smell only too well, were large refuse bins until we came to a small platform which could just fit the two of us as we stood tight together. None of that helped my hangover, as he had an odour all of his own. The girl, obviously still scared stiff, pointed out two buttons and pressed the lower one; then with a creak and a shudder the foul smelling platform slowly descended until it stopped in some sort of a yard. This must be where lorries came to collect the rubbish, as we stepped out, the creaking began again and up went the platform, so there was no return for us, even if we wanted to. Anyway now we were outside, not far from the roads. My friend in a mixture of English and sign language made me realise that he was going to leave me to get home and he didn't want to be seen dressed as we were; so he hurried off, his shoes clacking noisily, so it was crystal clear to me that I'd better get back to the hotel as quickly as I could. I wanted to run but the weird wooden shoes and the tight dress made that impossible: a kind of shuffle was the best I could do and I wasn't feeling energetic anyway with periodic surges of a throbbing head. I remembered where to go and tottered off slowly. Finally I got to the hotel, but as I shuffled up to the entrance I saw a bus leaving and just had time to realise that there was my rugby team, going off without me. I stopped and tried to wave it down but the driver just dismissed me with a wave of his hand and a grimace. He obviously thought that I was some sort of bad girl plying her trade. Several of the lads looked out of the windows as it sped passed, but they too were looking terrible, pale and ill: still clearly hung over and none of them seemed to recognise me, though one or two looked vaguely interested at the example of a local girl in traditional dress. Having got that far and still coping with my self inflicted illness I didn't care anymore and shuffled through the entrance to a scene of destruction in the foyer: cracked mirrors, broken vases and scattered plants in tubs lying over the floor. Several women were doing their best to clean it all up as I worked my way over to the cracked reception desk still manned by the night porter in his smart blue and gold uniform. He looked at me just as the bus driver had and he stood up and waved me away. He too obviously thought that I was some sort of hooker; but I croaked at him and said that I wanted the key to my room. I had to hand it to him, he responded impeccably: he reached for it and bowing impassively he handed it over to me, but as he did so said in fair English that I must wait as he needed the manager to come. I recognised the manager immediately: immaculate and ingratiating, at least he was when we first arrived, but now he was clearly furious though he did his best to mask it as he half bowed to me. "Your friends have done all that," he said swinging his arm expansively. "So we have asked them to leave immediately, as you must have seen, it took us two hours to move them." "So what about me?" I asked. "That is your problem, but first you must pay your bill." That really shook me as I realised that I had absolutely nothing to pay with as the original deal was that the trip was to be free for me as a last minute substitute. "How much is it?" At that the night porter waved an obviously already printed sheet; a quick glance was enough, I had nothing like that sort of money up in my room. "No way can I pay that." "So what are you going to do?" "I've no idea; can I pay it off by working here for a while?" "I am velly solly, but where would you fit in, we have enough staff as you can see, anyway you have not a work permit?" He paused and then with a vestige of a grin said, "Perhaps there is one job you could do. Today we have a conference of Italian travel agents being held here, looking for authentic Japan: you could welcome them as they arrive from the airport" "OK, but how do I do that?" "It's very simple, you stand at the doorway, smile and bow as they come in, you do not need to say anything." "You mean dressed like this?" "Yes of course: proper geishas are very expensive to hire which why we have not got one, but dressed like that you might just convince them that they were seeing the genuine article" Even in my fuddled head I could see that it was truly a no brainer: just stand and bow, not complicated was it? "OK, when do they arrive?" I shouldn't have asked, for hardly had I spoken when a large bus swung up to the entrance. Out poured a chattering mob which started to make its way to the foyer; a mix of well dressed men and women. As quickly as I could I shuffled to the entrance just in time to bow to the first guest; that was grim, the bow brought on a headache, which cleared a bit when I stood up, but mainly I was bowing continuously. At last the guests had all entered and I could relax, except no I couldn't, because another bus arrived and I was back bowing and trying to smile. I quickly decided that an impassive dead pan face might be more easy and appropriate, I just couldn't do both. Just as well because yet another bus swung in before the last had gone and more chattering travel agents swept towards me. Couldn't they just shut up for a few minutes, the racket went on and on? To my surprise the constant upping and downing of my head helped clear the fog that filled it, I couldn't see it of course, but probably my face was still white not just from the make up, but added to by the hang over pallor. Anyway things began to settle down and the last of the passengers had finally stepped down from the coach walked across the entrance and filling the foyer with a mass of arm waving business folk. I could finally relax as they had now all gone past me leaving me time to work out my next move, mainly how to get back to my teammates. Just as those thoughts began to form in my mind, a couple of the Italian women suddenly appeared at my sides and with more arm waving and shrieks lined up for a selfie with me in the middle. Their friend with the phone knew just what she wanted and made us all move; with lots of cackling laughter at my difficulty in moving at all, we stood in front of the hotel and click after click stored our pictures. They called for others to come and swap places, till there was a throng of assorted girls about me, then suddenly the fun stopped when a short plump man in a cream coloured suit pushed a girl aside, grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips, his moustache ends digging painfully into my lips . Instinctively up came my knee and even within the folds of the kimono I managed to plant it where it hurts. He must have been tired after his journey because his hands let go and he collapsed in front of me with a thud. It couldn't have been at a worst time, almost as though planned, because at that very same moment what was obviously a large police vehicle swept to the entrance sounding its syren. The side door slid open and out stepped four heavily dressed men, looking like some sort of Rambos, visored helmets, padded shoulders, knee pads, the lot. The manager appeared through the crowd and must have explained the situation in seconds, pointing at me, because without a pause two of the police barged through the women and without any apparent effort swept me up and threw me into the back of their vehicle. The doors slammed behind me as I hit the floor groaning, as it brought back my hangover with a vengeance, not helped by the heavy scent of perfume inside the truck. Out of the haze I felt several hands reaching out and helping me up on my feet. There was a single light and I could see that the hands were all those of women. Two were dressed like me as geishas, whilst the rest were a lot more modern, actually in short skirts, thigh boots and skimpy blouses. They all started talking at once, but I couldn't understand any of it, anyway the noise of the truck made it difficult to hear. After a while they gave up trying, though the two geishas showed that the three of us were superior to the others by huddling near the doors. That was a help because we stopped moving and the doors opened. One of the police standing there indicated that we three should get out, though not the others. We were parked across a narrow alleyway, where a massive woman was standing who handed over a bundle of banknotes, before waving us up the lane. The two others clearly knew her, though she obviously wasn't happy with them, judging by the conversation and the finger pointing at me. That aside my two friends lead me by the hand through a doorway into a locker room where they tried to get me to understand what they were saying, in the end they gave up and by signs showed that they wanted me to take off the thing on my head. That was the best suggestion in a long time and they tried to help get the wig off by gentle probing of their long and surprisingly strong fingers, but all they could manage was to ease it a little bit above my forehead. After a bit of discussion between the two of them, they had obviously decided on a better way and lead me to a small room tiled throughout and made me lie on the floor. Propping my neck on a curved wooden block they began pouring buckets of hot water over everything, The room was getting steamy and my head was getting far too hot so I started to get up, but they held me down by grabbing the wig. As I struggled it came off still held by the girls to thud on the floor, but I was literally light headed and with my head dangling off the block I was a bit dizzy. There as a lot of giggling going on, whilst I could feel many fingers working through my own hair, teasing it apart. I imagined that they must be getting rid of all the remaining glue so I let them carry on, and it was such a relief to feel more like myself, the ridiculous mass pressing on my head gone. After quite a few long minutes they helped me to my feet and then got me to sit on the neck rest Like a couple of pretty birds they carried on chatting away, sometimes to me, with lots of hand waving. They made me grasp that they wanted to get out of their clothes and change into something different and maybe that's what I should be doing. Naturally I signed that all I had was the weird lot of stuff that I had on, but that didn't seem to bother them. They signed for me to sit for a while as they slid the door aside and went out through it. I sat for a long while, all the time worrying just how I was going to get out of the mess I was in and get back with my team: I just was in despair, no escape seemed possible, whatever route I planned. My thoughts were interrupted by the door sliding open and in the two girls came: so different ~ the older was wearing a short navy dress with a tiny leopard patterned fur coat and a great big pair of sloppy boots and her hair in a bunch high on either side of her head, the younger had a tartan mini skirt with white socks, Doc Martin boots and a flowery shirt and on her head a big ribbon bow. I had never seen any girl back home in Wales dressed anything like either of them, yet they seemed confident that they were ready for the world outside. I was beginning to realise how very different was Japan from home. Anyway they had brought in their arms a collection of clothes that they had gathered somewhere outside and spread them out over the floor. They signed for me to undress and they both helped me get out of the very elaborate dress which they kept calling 'kimono'. It meant untying the huge sash and unwrapping several scarves which took a while. All that time I was dreading what it would reveal, but no, I still had on my own vest and underpants, so hiding my modesty, so to speak. They then wanted me to select something from their collection ~ talk about weird. I reached for a long grey dress and held it up against myself at which they both burst into cackles of laughter with much arm waving. The older one showed me a pair of red bootees, but they were far too small, in fact I ended up with a pair of sandals which just fitted. And that meant that I was offered a pair of thick white tights with curiously separate big toes ~ so far not very clever, but I had to respond properly to their helpfulness and pulled them on over my underpants. Perhaps their shape gave them an idea as after a bit of rummaging amongst the heap they produced a pair of ragged denim shorts, and short was the word. Pulling them on meant that a jagged edge ran at crutch level rising high at the sides clear over the white tights. For some reason the zip was at the side, not in front. Next they got me to put my arms through the holes of a pink spotty blouse which seemed the wrong way round but they did it up behind my back as I couldn't work out how to do it. After more rummaging, a fluffy white jacket was produced before they lead me out into what must have been their own changing room, lined with cupboards, multitudes of assorted clothing, wigs and make up pots and tubes. They made me sit close to that lot and rubbed in handfuls of cool lotion all over my face and neck, which they swabbed off: bringing the white face make- up off. I had completely forgotten about all that stuff which I had only seen once when I first woke up, all those hours before. The young one squatted in front of me and using a soft brush prodded my cheeks several times after dipping it into one of the pots and then seemed to run her finger several times across my lips. Once she had finished and stood back the older one put a pair of glasses on my nose which had huge circular frames so I was looking out through two black rings a bit like a ship's portholes. They signed that we were going out and to put on the jacket first as it was cold outside, I was pleased that I was getting quite good at understanding their arm and hand waving and they seemed happy too. We didn't go back the way we had come in but moved down a ramp back into the original room. Yet again I was confronted with the Sumo wrestleress, who to my relief just glanced at the three of us and slid the door aside. I had lost all sense of time and was getting quite tired, but anyway it was still daylight and I followed the two out into the tiny yard, trying to keep the sandals from coming off. We went down a damp narrow passage which twisted left and right between dirty buildings before finally reaching a street. Up till now everything had been quiet, but the dim was deafening as we stepped out into the throng of people and cars streaming along. My two guardians threaded their way skillfully between all the people, none of whom gave me so much as a glance, and then waving at me to follow, crossed over to the other side of the street. They waited for me outside a big store with large windows and as I joined them I caught sight of a girl with big round glasses, bright red lips and spiky hair reflected in them. It took a second or two for me to grasp that she was me ~ complete with white tights, matching fur jacket and denim shorts. Being done up as a geisha before had been bad enough, but now as some weird sort of Asian punk was too much and I froze in horror. I put my hands up to my head and realised that the spikes were solid with glue left over from the wig and I couldn't help myself from yelling at the top of my voice. That was a mistake all right, everybody near me stopped and looked briefly and then moved on as though nothing had happened, and so had my two guides. I turned in the direction that I had last seen them and walked as quickly as I could to catch up. After a couple of minutes I realised that I had lost them completely amongst the crowd, so all I could do was go back the way I'd come. There standing outside the shop was Mrs Sumo, I hesitated for only a moment but it gave her time to grab my shoulder in a powerful grip. It wasn't just pressure, her finger had found some nerve there which sent an electric shock through my whole body. I fell to my knees with the pain, but she pulled me up and frog marched me across the street and back up the twisty cobbled lanes to where we had started ~ struggle as I might she was just too strong and I was forced through the door. Her finger dug deeply into my shoulder as she propelled me to along to the twin doors of a lift. She pressed a button and soon we reached the top and stepped out into beautifully decorated lobby ~ all gold and red and mirrors everywhere. There was no way I could ignore how I looked spikey hair, glasses and all, just terrible. As we walked across the lobby two doors slid aside and through I was pushed into a large room, to stop in front of a man standing in front of a fountain. He was quite tall and dressed in a carefully tailored dove grey suit in the Western style, shirt and tie. He looked me over and then spoke rapidly to my tormentor who replied for much longer than I'd expect, clearly answering a number of questions. Naturally I just looked blankly at him, when Mrs Sumo squeezed even harder so that I yelled at her to stop. At that he obviously told her to stop and turning to me said, "You are English?" I tried to reply that I was really Welsh but she dug her fingers in again, so I just nodded. "Akita here tells me that you were found by the police dressed as a Geisha, please show me your licence bracelet." He pointed to my left arm. But there was nothing there. "Where is it? I can't see anything, have you lost it? You do know that without it you are illegal, and that means a fine of 400 thousand yen or 3 months in prison?" Before I could say anything he continued, "Why are you dressed like that, you are not Nippon?" By now I was exhausted and exasperated: the hangover had long gone, but I had not slept eaten or drunk all day and was shattered by his attitude and Mrs Sumo's fingers were still deeply into my shoulder. My whole story was so complicated and I had reached a point of not caring about anything that I just said that it was all part of a bet with friends. He laughed and laughed and spoke to Akita at length, before facing me: his whole demeanor had changed. "Please forgive me I have been most discourteous, you need to rest: I have asked that a room is made available for you to relax in. Do go with Akita." With an elegant wave we were dismissed and her controlling hand propelled me out of the room and along a passageway to another room with less ornate decorations but in the centre a very low table. But not just that, but two waitresses dressed alike all in black: a corset which emphasised their feminity from a tiny waist tapering up and out above, to wide hips with a smooth curve below, between suspenders and stockings, panties and high heels and both having blonde pigtails: really not remotely Japanese looking, were standing with trays on either side of the table. Akita pressed me down by the table and the girls proceeded to place small bowls of all sorts of food down in front of me. There was a glass of fruit juice which was so tempting as I had not had anything all day, I knocked it back, it was bitter not sweet but it helped with my thirst and anyway I was starving andn't need any persuasion and started on one bowl and then another until I had had my full. There were a couple of small bottles of clear liquid which I finished without realising that it wasn't water and then as the girls began to clear the empties away I began to feel very drowsy. In a dreamy state I could hear the sound of coughing: muffled, but deep and not at all girl like which didn't seem right but who cares? Really by now I should have got used to waking up with a hangover and waking up somewhere different, but as I slowly woke I found that I was lying on a mattress in a small room and I was cold, really cold, shivering a lot and I was bursting to pee and as I rolled over to stand up I squashed a soft lump on my chest. Reaching up I felt something like a breast and there was second, firmly fixed to my chest. It seemed all wrong but other things were more pressing, I sat up, looking about me and over in the corner was a bucket like bowl. I stood up and unsteadily went over and reached down to pee but there was nothing ~ at least there really was something, I could feel that I was wearing rubbery briefs with two holes down below. I just had to go, so squatted over the bowl, lowered and tried to empty myself. If I kept my legs together only a squirt came out but if I opened them then there was a gush and at the same time it made a different noise in the bowl and I found I could play a sort of a tune. Of course it took much longer than usual, but what a relief in the end. As I finished wondering what to do about the dribble, I felt my lumps again and tried to pull one off, but it was difficult to get hold of and it hurt when I tugged, so I left it alone and stood up. I then tried to pull off the briefs but they too seemed to be firmly stuck to my body and there was no edge or anything really to get hold of. It was only then that I could see that my finger nails were bright shiny red. By now I was properly awake and my shoulder really hurt where Akita's fingers had dug in for so long, I wanted to massage the place but found instead a soft rope in the way. I pulled on it only to discover it was fixed firmly, reaching up I realised that my spikes had gone and that the rope had a twin on the other side of my head, I was just able to see the ends which were blonde. As I was looking at its end I could see that my breath was distinctly foggy and it dawned on me that the reason I had woken up was because I was cold, not just because I was naked, well almost, but because the room was freezingly cold and it seemed to be getting worse. And it was ~ my breath was becoming cloudier and I started shivering as minute by minute it got worse, the cold reaching deep down inside of me and I was shivering even more. I searched the room, absolutely bare; nothing except the mattress and the bucket, but yes there was a bag over in the far corner, which I opened and tipped its contents out . They made a heap of black clothing which I prodded about and found a pair of gloves and then some long socks which I drew on quickly. That left a pair of small pants and a rolled up bundle. Pulling on the pants I discovered that they really were surprisingly stretchy and covered the rubber completely. I unrolled the bundle which was stiff and had things dangling from it. It was a corset just like the ones that the girls had been wearing. What a ridiculous thing it was, but it might help keep me warm, but my fingers were almost numb and though working out how to wrap it round me was easy, actually hooking the two sides together was not. They had two rows of metal hooks which had to be lined up exactly to hold it all together and at the same time I had to get my boobs into the cupped pockets at the top. If I didn't then the maddening thing wouldn't come together, though already the pull on my shoulders from their weight was less. At last I managed it and realised that the dangling bits were to hold the tops of the socks, which weren't, they were stockings, and after more fiddling I clipped three onto each top. Once I had pulled on the gloves, which went up past my elbows, I was pretty well covered and was feeling a little bit warmer. So I climbed back onto the mattress and I curled up onto it again as much as the corset would allow ~ though hardly had I done so when a panel in one wall slid aside and in came two of the girls, One reached out a long gloved hand and pulling me up, lead me outside without a word. There in a long corridor where the difference in temperature hit me, it was warm and I was able to think a bit more clearly, how could I escape and get back to my team, especially as I had no idea where it or I was. Too late; the corridor ended in a covered courtyard with several more black corseted blonde pigtailed girls standing in two rows. My two guides hurriedly pushed me to the back to start another row with them. One more girl joined us And then Akita arrived. She called out something and one of 'my' girls answered, grasped my arm and pulled me to the front. There she was subject to a long tirade none of which I had a clue, though it was clearly abusive, Anyway she turned me round to face the others and ran off somewhere and I was left standing alone whilst the other girls stared back at me. I realised then that none of them were actually Japanese or Asian, some had blue eyes even. And then wham; I felt Akita's hand grab my shoulder and her pulling at something at my back. Whatever it was, I could feel the corset drawing tight around my middle and somehow the panties were also pulled hard up into my crutch: she kept on pulling and heaving until I could hardly breathe and yelled out in pain. That seemed to please her because after another heave she stopped and spun me round to face her; she promptly pointed down to my feet and rattled away in Japanese. What was clearly annoying her was that I had no shoes on: just stockings. It wasn't my fault, there hadn't been any shoes, it wasn't my idea to get dressed up like all that anyway, I'd had more than enough and I swore at her in my best Welsh. She couldn't have understood a word, but she just glared at me, then burst out into loud high pitched laughs with her huge breasts bouncing up and down. Just then the girl she had sent off arrived with a bag, which she emptied out on the ground, making a little heap of black shoes. Akita snorted and waved at the heap, obviously it was for me to try to get a pair to fit. I tried to bend over but the tight corset dug in and I could hardly breathe, so I managed to squat and search amongst the heap. Getting rid of those that looked too small or big, I selected a plain shiny one which went on well and finding its twin only took a second, but standing up was grim : I tottered backwards and then sideways before settling down properly upright. To my surprise there was something like a cheer from the other girls: more contralto than soprano. It suddenly crossed my mind that perhaps they were just like me and not girls at all, whatever, Akita screamed out and everybody trotted quickly out of the courtyard, so I did my best to follow them. It wasn't far to my relief, the shoes kept tilting sideways, making me unsteady. Everybody filed through a doorway into a dimly lit room filled with people sitting in rows watching a stage at one end. As soon we entered a number of spot lights shone on the girls following them as they made their way along the front of the stage ~ there they stopped and turned towards the audience and waved. As I was the last in, the girl in front motioned to me to stay in the corner and presented me with a large round tray full of glasses of clear liquid and then I also was lit up, which produced a cheer from the audience. The lights then dimmed and the spots played upon the stage to show three almost naked girls grasping tall poles; at the same time a drum roll began. 'My' girls then came to me and took a couple of glasses each from the tray and quickly found takers amongst the audience, skilfully dodging hands reaching out not for a drink but for a bottom. I was very thankful that if I was truly stuck as I was, then my job was so boring, just standing; wobbling in my heels, with a tray. I couldn't really see the audience because of the spotlight playing on my drinks tray, so watched the pole dancers instead. I had no idea until then how flexible a woman's body was, I'd not got a chance with a corset like mine even if I'd wanted to I thought, and began to feel the constriction of my panties worsening: things were getting excited down below, so I turned carefully away on my high heels so as not to spill anything, back towards the audience. "Dafydd, Dafydd is that you?" I couldn't believe it, somewhere out there was my best friend Huw's voice coming from the gloom not far from me. I couldn't see him, but pushed my tray towards the next girl who came to me, and raised my arm high. Out of the audience came my mate stumbling along a row of seats, whilst a chorus of cat calls and choice words erupted. Those damned shoes were my undoing, as I tried to get over to him I stumbled and fell into his arms. "Huw, yes, yes it's me, get me out of here now." As we turned towards the exit there was the bulk of Akita bearing down upon us with a vicious grin on her face. Huw stood stock still and yelled 'Scrum down'. In an instant we were surrounded by the entire forwards of our team, with locked arms, with me in the middle as hooker, which in a way I suppose I was. As a mass we barged her aside and out through the exit, followed not just by the rest of the team, but several of the 'girls'. Outside the building was a bus into which everybody piled. Huw and another of the team grabbed me and pulled the luggage bay open and pushed me in amongst the cases and packs, slammed the door shut and off we went. Fortunately we seemed to be on good roads as I wasn't bounced about much. I didn't care, at last I was back with the team and my best friend, things were suddenly getting very, very much better. Well up to a point, I hadn't had time to say anything to anybody let alone Huw, though later I learnt that he had stood by me. Whilst I was laying in the gloomy luggage bay and the bus had started: He had stood up and argued that since I had been put through so much entirely by members of the team it was up to them all to help sort things out. It seemed that Mr Reynolds thanked him and agreed that as much as possible should be done to help and get me home safely, all the more so as I had not been able to play in either match. I was so relieved to be free from Akita and back with my team that I wasn't bothered what would happen next and just huddled up against the baggage. It wasn't until later that I discovered what was going on. Apparently the second match had not gone well and we had lost which had made the home team embarrassed for us. What was much worse was that the team had turned up for their flight only to learn that it had been cancelled. That was of course enormous loss of face for the management of the home team and hasty alternative plans were made. A very rich supporter had come up with a special flight just for us, not back to Bristol, but to Cardiff itself. He had also arranged for everybody to go to one of his own special entertainment venues while they waited for the plane to be scheduled and for transport to take everybody to the airport. Meanwhile after quite a time the bus slowed down, swung around a couple of times and stopped. The door opened and I was flooded with light, we were at the arrivals section of the airport. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me out. Whoever our benefactor was he had great power because we all streamed out of the bus which was actually parked on the runway a short distance from an airplane. No queuing, no customs, no body search, just a set of stairs. So no argument, up we all went We were welcomed aboard by four stewardesses, who left it up to us where we sat. Huw waved to me come to the seats he'd grabbed quite near the front. At last I had a chance to thank him for rescuing me and not only that but what made him think that the girl with the tray was actually me? "Has nobody ever mentioned the way you stand? You always stick your left leg out in front, it looks awkward, nobody else I've ever seen does it. I had been worrying about you and where the hell were you, when suddenly there was the leg" I began to tell him about how I got like that, but I started working backwards and kept remembering different things. It all seemed so weird, fortunately after a while, everybody belted up. That meant that because of my corset I was very firmly pushed down into my seat. The stewardesses walked up and down checking and shortly with a long rumble we took off. Before long they disappeared up front and then reappeared in navy tunic like dresses with their trolleys to serve out drinks. One of them came directly to me and said "Well young sir, you must feel a bit naked dressed like that, I don't envy you. Would you like to come with me up forward and see what we can do for you?" Up I got, walking a lot better and followed her. Once we got into the little private galley area, she said, "A couple of your friends have told me how guilty they feel for having got you into so much trouble back there and asked if there anything that we can do to help. One of my girls is about your size and we talked a lot about you and how we might be able to do something, you really can't go on in public dressed like that, now can you? Jane is quite happy for you to borrow her uniform until we arrive, it's hanging up there along on the third hook, so help yourself and meanwhile I'll leave you to it. If you have any problems, just call me back." With that, off she went. The nice thing about their uniforms was that it was straight forward: a shirt and bow tie, a skirt and a jacket, not all that different from what I usually wore back home at collage: well, trousers of course. The shirt had buttons, but they were on the wrong side, which threw me a bit, though there was quite enough room for my top. I finally managed to do up all the buttons I realised that as I moved the shirt gave off a very flowery smell, quite nice really. The bow tie was on elastic which clipped on and was easy to get in the middle of the collar. The skirt was a bit of a bother because it's zip would be behind me and had a button as well, but I pulled it on and when I'd done it up, I just twisted it around. The jacket was no problem at all. I had just finished when she came back through the curtain. "My, you do look smart, that's so much better, but let me pull your shirt down a bit, it's sticking out of your jacket and it's all twisted. We girls usually hitch our skirts right up and pull the shirt down smoothly all round, you could try that first.' So I did just that, which seemed to please her. 'Well done, run your hands round to smooth the skirt down nicely. That's perfect but we can't have you with pigtails it's against airline rules, hold on, come here and I'll see what I can do." She went behind me and spent quite a while unplaiting my ropes, I could feel her fingers separating the braids into a normal style. She said " Hm, again rules don't allow us to have long hair showing, so I'll have to make a bun at the back, so it's just below your cap, though you won't be wearing one aboard." There was a bit more gentle tugging, and I could feel things being pushed into the hair. "There, that's all regulation style, off you go. No, no, wait a minute, try this lippy." She held out a lipstick, and pointed to a mirror on the wall. I guessed that it should be smeared over the lips and tried doing it while looking at my reflection. "Go easy, just keep to your natural shape" she said whilst holding out a tissue. With that she gave me pat on my bottom and lifted the curtain. I finished my lips and I stepped out onto the walkway and a cheer went up, everybody standing and waving. I expect that I blushed but feeling much better dressed I walked back to Huw, trying not to stumble because of the heels. I realised yet again how restricting the corset was when I tried to sit, though the jacket and skirt helped me get comfortable. In an odd sort of a way I felt a lot more normal, even though everybody else was in tee shirts and jeans Several of the team came over to chat, some apologised, I suspect others just came to oggle, actually a couple were quite complimentary. Whatever, over time the drone of the engines made everybody drowsy and most nodded off. Later the chief stewardess came along to us and said, "I've been discussing you with the captain and how we get you through immigration without a passport, they'll be much tougher here than in Japan. We think the best thing is for you to wait behind, till all your friends have left and then join us when we leave and head for the crew's entrance. As long as you keep in the middle behind the pilot, co pilot and purser with us around you, you should be OK. Jane has said that she'll keep her dress on and hope to change with you later. And don't forget your cap." Huw said "That would be great, thank you, I must go and tell our coach what you've suggested, so that he realises that if the team stays together and goes in slowly, it will keep customs occupied" Off he went and with a bit of arm waving back to me, told the team captain as well as the coach how the crew were going to help. After all that when he came back we spent a while trying to see if I thought that we could get away with it and what we'd do once in the terminal. At some stage we must have dozed off, because we were startled later by the Tannoy warning us that we should be arriving shortly. You could feel the atmosphere of excitement that at last we were coming home. The engine noise changed then suddenly with a double bump we had landed and as we taxied everybody stood up and cheered, some turning round to give me the thumbs up. Huw gave me a friendly prod and left me to it, which reminded me to put on my cap. I remembered to be careful to put it on straight above my bun. I sat waiting until there would nobody else aboard; the team left quickly thanking the stewardesses as they left, though one or two turned to give me the thumbs up as they stepped outside. As soon as they had gone cleaners came aboard and the chief stewardess waved to me to join her. Though I was a lot more confident now, going down the steps was a trial in my heels so I clung to the handrail. The stewardesses waited till I was on the ground then went over to join the rest of the crew.The captain was great, he strode off and lead us through the crew way as though he owned it, half saluting the official standing there who just grinned back. Once through the captain turned and gave me a big hug, the other men waved and went off separately whilst we girls turned into the hostess's rest room. Jane took my arm and walked over to the toilets "I expect that you'll want to do things, so when you are ready, strip off my uniform and I'll swap it with my dress. Oh hold on: I'll take my cap now thanks" Well that was a relief. I took off the jacket, unzipped my skirt and pulled my knickers down. I had got used to the gush when I sat down, so I stuck my leg out and kicked off the knickers, just for fun while it was happening. I was so relieved after the tensions of getting through the entrance had gone. Together we'd done it. As before undoing the shirt bothered me as the buttons were on the wrong side and I didn't want to rip it, but finally done I called out for Jane. With a thud the dress flipped over the top of the cubicle door which I part opened and handed everything out to her, well not the knickers. Anyway pulling up them up I reached for the dress and found the bottom and flipped it over my head, luckily the right way round. It dropped easily like a tube down my body as it had a silky lining which was still warm. I had learnt by now to reach for the hem and pull it down which helped it smooth neatly over my boobs and sit properly on my shoulders. I stepped out into the room. Already Jane was back in her uniform and cap, she reached out and spun me round. "That's great but a pony tail will be a lot more attractive than a bun which itn't very fashionable. Hold on, I've got a crunchy." She reached round and showed me a small bundle of coloured silk over her fingers. I could feel her pulling the things out behind my head then a bit of gentle tugging. "OK, that's done, give your head a couple of swings to loosen it up. Nice, now let's go and find your team." So we strode out, the others pulling their little cases behind them to the main concourse, and there they were all standing in a group with their luggage. The girls stopped and two gave me a kiss on my cheek, Jane was next and last the chief stewardess. She said, "I really do hope that you get home without any trouble, you have really coped brilliantly so far. Good luck youngster." With that I went over to the group which parted as I approached and asked the coach if I could talk to him privately. Before he agreed, a loud voice called out that he was from the Western Gazette and could they have a few pictures? There was a series of flashes and then a man approached us with a microphone. He wanted to know how the tour had gone, what was the Japanese team like, had we enjoyed ourselves, on and on. I could see he was working his way over to me, which scared me stiff, I'd had more than enough of the whole business. I said to the coach "Can we get out of here now,please? He understood completely, so we worked our way back out of the crowd only to find ourselves confronted with a bearded man complete with large video camera pointed at the pair of us. Mr Reynolds was brilliant, he grabbed the front of the camera and pushed it back into the man's face before grasping my arm and propelling me towards the exit. I had no luggage so ran through the doors, you can imagine my relief to find the airport shuttle bus waiting with its doors open and engine running. I stumbled onto the platform and the doors closed as I sat down. We stopped a couple of times to let people and their bags off before we got to the terminus, once there the doors swung open and I stepped down in familiar territory. It was only a few hundred metres from where I lived. Everything seemed at last to be in my favour so I tried not to walk too quickly, really just out for morning's stroll, I didn't want anybody to be curious. Once at the end of our street I walked more quickly and turned into our house's path. I knew that at that time of day everybody would be out at work, so I went round the back to get the secret key to let myself in. Suddenly I heard a voice which sent a shock wave through me, it was our neighbour Mrs Lewis; truly knicker wetting. "They are all out dear, can I help you?" I nodded without saying anything, holding up the key and smiled at her, then I unlocked the door. I couldn't risk speaking, she'd recognise my voice she knew me too well, even if I did try to disguise it. Once inside I checked that I was really alone: no one in the house, before going up to my room. There I stripped off completely trying not to mess up Jane's dress, the most difficult part was the corset, I'd undone the clips for the stockings but I couldn't reach behind where Akita had tightened it up. By breathing out to make my chest smaller I was able bit by bit to unhook the front and throw the damn thing on the floor. Next I ran a deep bath. Climbing in, I lay back and soaked for a long time. It helped settle the pain in my legs from wearing the high heels for so long . And all the aches and worry of the last few days seemed to melt away into the hot water. After a while I tried easing the breasts away, slowly, very slowly they peeled off, first one and then the other. I rubbed away the last of the adhesive and then tried to get out of my 'pants'. That was not as easy though my nails were quite long I couldn't lift an edge, though finally with a lot of prodding I managed it. It took a while but after a lot of pulling, tugging and wriggling off it came. What a relief. The last thing to do was to get rid of was my hair or rather theirs, I held my breath and ducked my head under the water. I had to do that several times before at last I could loosen it and slowly peel it away. At last I was me again. I rinsed and rinsed the glue away. Back in my room I sorted out my trousers and shirt and quickly dressed. I bundled all the black underwear and Jane's dress and pushed it far under my bed. I looked out of the window to check that Mrs Lewis was not lurking about and turned to check in the mirror that I was tying my tie properly. Just as well, I had forgotten all about my face and eyelashes: it was a complete mess of smeared lipstick and black from my eyes all down my cheeks. Saved by a quick glance. Back to the bathroom, where I found a bottle of make up remover on the shelf: miraculous stuff, everything wiped away. It didn't work on my nails though which I had got so used to that I almost missed their bright colour. Quickly I went through to my parent's bedroom and on the dressing table amongst several bottles of different reds was a bottle of clear liquid. That was just as good: melting the colour off on to some tissues I wiped every vestige away, even deep down in the corners, I was learning. This time I gave myself a very thorough look over in the mirror: at last I was street worthy again. I was worried about Mrs Lewis, but I couldn't see her outside, so I picked up my back pack and called her on her landline phone. It only rang a couple of times before I heard her voice, so I cancelled the call, she was definitely in so I could leave safely. I was out in the street in a couple of minutes walking away casually, until I was round the corner when I had to run to catch the bus. It was so much easier in ordinary shoes and trousers. There were only a few people on board, so I could sit alone, I really needed time to adjust back to my normal life. That got easier as we approached the college, watching familiar sights as we passed and slowly I felt everything that had happened over the last few days was a figment of my imagination. I hopped off at the college stop and joined a few others of my year. I realised that actually though a few had heard about the Japanese rugby tour, nobody knew that I had ever gone. The pictures in that evening's paper of the returning team and a girl in a navy dress thankfully meant nothing. I never did discover Jane's address.