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My Downward Spiral Author's note. Each chapter is told from the point of view of the character listed. I am a newish writer of fiction and am struggling with wanting to convey the feelings and perspective of my different characters. I hope it is not too confusing. Also, I have tried to use a few Japanese terms to add color to my writing. I believe Kasuga Senmu would, in English, be Senior Managing Director Kasuga. 1 - Shiori Tsukada, OL "Shiori, if I could interrupt your snack, could you come to my office please?" "Yes Kasuga Senmu, right away," I blushingly replied, trying to speak clearly with my mouth full of chocolate mousse cake. I quickly put down the cake, grabbed a steno pad and hurried after her down the hall. We were a study in contrasts. Kasuga-san moved with the confidence becoming of a Senior Managing Director, her athletic form flowed silently across the marble floor. I hurried to catch up, a cacophony of metallic heels, white nylons rubbing noisily between my fleshy thighs and colorful plastic bangles clacking together. It was a long way from where I sat in accounting with the most junior secretaries, supporting young boys barely out of college, to Kasuga Senmu's corner office, and I began to struggle to keep up. My lilac skirt was tight and had no vent and limited my stride to 18 inches. I walked heel and toe in my white three-inch pumps, carefully placing each foot down a center line. Long practice doing it just this way helped keep my balance, but set my hips rolling from side to side and my buttocks jiggling as though I were twerking. Likewise, my breasts were bouncing wildly despite a substantial bra and I was happy that my thin white cotton blouse was covered by a matching lilac vest. There were company uniforms for all of the secretaries and clerks, which allowed the managers to identify at an instant just how junior a subordinate they were talking to, and lilac was at the very bottom. Even outsiders, to whom the colors were a mystery, could tell those allowed to choose their own suits from those who were assigned a uniform and those who wore a full suit-jacket from those with merely a vest. "Please shut the door behind you Shiori," said Kasuga Senmu. As I did so, I noticed the glass walls of her office go completely opaque - a neat piece of technology to allow privacy for the Senmu. She motioned for me to sit on a round stool that had been placed between her normal visitor's chairs. The stool was at its lowest height, but rather than trying to figure out how to raise it I just sat down with my knees tightly together even though they were several inches above the seat height. I was showing a lot of thigh, and I began to regret my choice not to raise the seat. "Ah Daniel, always trying to take a shortcut rather than doing something properly." "Please don't call me that, Kasuga Senmu," I said blinking back tears. The combination of hearing my real name and realizing I had somehow failed a test by not adjusting the seat had me on the verge of crying. These damn hormones were making me so moody and weak! "There, there now. Don't cry, Shiori" said Ms. Kasuga which made my tears start in earnest. Then her phone buzzed. She looked down and said, "Hmmm, Kisaki Shachou is asking me to come to the executive floor. You stay right here and compose yourself and wait until I return." With that Kasuga Senmu left me without saying another word. 2-Mona Kasuga, Senmu (Senior Managing Director) Taking a long look at Shiori as I gathered up my things to go to the penthouse offices, I could not be more pleased. Her transformation over the past two years had been nothing short of dramatic - from a lean, arrogant rising male executive to a chubby, insecure Office Lady. She is at least 20 Kg overweight for her 165cm height. A little hypnotic suggestion had amplified her insecurities and directed them toward eating for comfort - thereby causing more insecurities about her weight and still more eating. The massive hormone regimen she was on had put most of the fat on her thighs, hips and breasts but she also had a little pot belly and an embarrassing double chin that she takes pains to hide. I knew she was wearing a heavy girdle for her belly and tries to always tilt her head up so as to hide her double chin. "Office Lady", OL, as a title - it meant you were nothing. Although sometimes used generically for any woman who worked in an office, when printed as your title on your employee ID it was demeaning. You had no actual authority like "manager" or "director" nor skill like "accountant" or "network administrator". The company was willing to concede on your badge that you did work in the building "office" and that you are a woman "lady". Office Lady, the company would risk no claim for you beyond that. Under guise of friendship, Shiori's fellow OL's had told her that her "tiny weight problem" combined with the stodgy office clothes to make her look matronly (this much was absolutely true). To counter this, they had convinced Shiori to wear stiletto heels and lots of cheap bangles on her wrists to help her look younger. Now she comes across as a middle-aged woman desperately dressing young. This effect was compounded by a "big hair" hairstyle from the 1970's and a makeup pallet from the 1950's. Thick foundation, heavy eyeshadow in dated shades, too-red lipstick that always seems to be on her teeth. The combined effect of it is tragic, particularly when working for Seishido Cosmetics. Two years ago I met Daniel Tanaka as a trim, 24 year old man. Now he looks like any of thousands of Japanese women of any age from 35-50 years old, and shading towards the 50 end. Because Japanese skin does not wrinkle, your figure and your sense of style can have a much greater effect on your apparent age and Daniel had aged anywhere from 10-25 years. If we dyed a little grey in his hair and modified his walk, I bet he would pass for 60! Like many overweight people, Shiori hates buying new clothes in a larger size and is clinging desperately to a Japanese dress size 19 with an H cup. This would be a size 16 and an F cup in the states which would make her fat even in America! As a result, all of Shiori's clothes are skin tight on her. Her huge ass wobbling up the aisles inside a lilac skirt that has been stretched thin is always turning heads in the office, and I make sure that she gets staffed to a "chubby chaser" manager whenever possible. And God her breasts are enormous! Her deep cleavage is emphasized by the cut of her vest, and through the white cap sleeves of her blouse I can clearly see her wide bra straps digging into her shoulders. My lower back doesn't envy those udders I think as I head to the penthouse offices. 3-Shiori Tsukada, OL (Office Lady) After a few minutes, I grew uncomfortable enough to adjust the stool height. It was easy to change, and I saw how foolish had been not to do it in the first place. After half an hour passed, my discomfort grew again. The stool height was now correct, but with no back support or armrests I had no ability to change my position. So I sat with my hands in my lap, knees clenched tightly together, head up, shoulders back and bust out. With no ability to change position on the little stool, my lower back and shoulders began to ache from the weight of my breasts and my butt began to go numb as well. Kasuga Senmu had been very specific to remain, so I did not go back to my desk or even dare to leave my little stool. To take my mind off of my discomfort, I thought back to when I first entered this office two years before. TWO YEARS PREVIOUSLY 4- Daniel Tanaka (aka Shiori Tsukada), Joumu (Managing Director) I was on top of the world. I had just landed at Narita and was met by a private limo with a driver waiting for me. As he drove me to Seishido Cosmetics headquarters I told him how I had begun doing some consulting work with Seishido as an undergraduate field study program while at Columbia University in New York. Purely coincidentally, the Seishido brand exploded in the US over the next two years and by the time I graduated I was spending much more time at Seishido than at Columbia. My grades had suffered, but none of that mattered as I was brought in as a manager at Seishido straight out of college. Thanks largely to a lot of advice from my fashionable younger sister (I didn't share that part with the driver) my new product line suggestions were Seishido's best performers in the US. I also was smart enough to shamelessly copy a number of Seishido's truly excellent products from Japan to bring to America just as the brand was being discovered. I got credit for the products as though I had invented them myself! This hadn't gone down all that well with the actual product line creators in Japan, but at 24 I was the youngest Managing Director ("Joumu") in the history of the company. Now I was being transferred to Japan to head the new product development department aka "R&D group". When I got to Seishido headquarters, I reported to the office of Kasuga Senmu. As a Senior Managing Director, she was my superior and also a direct report to the President of Seishido. Looking back, I may have been a bit cocky as I sat sprawled across her guest chairs like a teenager at home. After I gave her my opinion of everything that was wrong with Seishido Corporation and how I would fix it, I guess I should not have been surprised that she hustled me out of her office so quickly. What did shock me was the discovery that the product development department, which is where I was to be working, was located far across Tokyo. The company had intentionally isolated the new product development lab to keep the marketing, public relations and advertising departments from interfering with the scientists. I should have known this simple fact, and to save face, I played down my ignorance that the R&D group was not at headquarters as merely my confusion that Kasuga Senmu wanted me to go there right now, instead of introducing me around headquarters. She explained that a last minute emergency prevented her from introducing me around or accompanying me to the R&D group, so I was forced to grab a cab on my own. Fortunately, one was waiting in the carport in front of headquarters when I stepped out of the building with my suitcases. As I sat in the taxi, I wracked my brain. How could I be so stupid! I thought Kasuga Senmu had mentioned that product development was in the headquarters building? Maybe she just had implied it I thought, even though if I were honest with myself I probably just assumed that it was. Then I began to realize the cost of my ignorance about the location of the R&D department. I had already signed a two-year lease on a new residential building just opening up adjacent to Seishido headquarters. A friend had convinced me that the building was a spectacular opportunity in a fantastically expensive and drum-tight leasing market. It was very expensive, but given the excellent location a building within walking distance of work in Tokyo was too good to pass up. It was also a bit ultra-lux for a junior executive, but I felt that I deserved the best and thought it would save me a ton of commute time and transportation costs. I had even paid quite a bit extra to have it furnished by style consultant. After an hour in the cab, however, with the meter already up to $US120 it looked like my commute costs and time wasted were going to be huge. I soon established that no only were there no metro or bus lines that worked easily for my new commute but also that the building would not let me out of my lease except by paying for SIX MONTHS of rent. It turns out the "spectacular opportunity" was not actually leasing up quickly at all and they did not expect to find a replacement tenant and so weren't going to let me out of my lease. It turned out that my "friend" had earned a small kickback on the referral and that was now going to cost me tens of thousands of dollars. The cab turned onto a small side street and pulled over. In seconds, the cab driver had jerked me from the car and relieved me of my cell phone. As I fought back, it occurred to me that this cab driver was a giant of a man and knew a lot more about fighting than I did. Lying on the asphalt as he drove off, it became clear that I had been picked up by an unlicensed cab operating illegally. The lack of a light on top was obvious now, and the car had none of the other usual markings of a cab either. Fortunately, I knew that we were close to Seishido's R&D lab. If only I knew which direction... As I navigated the last few blocks to the R&D lab to meet my group, I realized I had been on foot for nearly and hour and must be very late. I ran through my head how to explain my illegal cab experience without coming off as a complete idiot. I would try to blame my jet lag, but half would surely conclude I was a moron. I wouldn't mention my lease problems for fear of convincing the other half as well. I knew I was going to be overseeing four women executives. In fact I was the only man in the new product development office, although there were some men in the adjacent scientific lab. From their company bios, I knew all four women were attractive, and heavy users of the Seishido cosmetic line. Each was perfectly made-up, to a level not seen much outside of glamor magazines. Based on a little digging, I knew the four executives were all in their mid-30s, at least ten years older than me, and with much greater experience and industry knowledge. This was going to be awkward for them because all four held my same title, Joumu, but I was to be the boss so they had better get used to it. Except now they think I am too dumb to manage getting a cab in Tokyo! I decided I better be extra commanding, given the circumstances, to let them know who was boss. Finally I arrived at an office park made up of one story buildings, mostly warehouse space with some portion carved into offices. Seishido's appeared typical of the buildings with a small reception area that opened through one door into the offices, and through another into the lab/industrial area. 5- Reiko Kobayakawa, Joumu (Managing Director), R&D Department A smile crossed my lips, as a call from the front desk announced Daniel Tanaka was walking in. Kasuga Senmu had been somewhat cryptic when she called earlier, and I replayed the conversation once again for my three colleagues: "Senmu, how did it go with Daniel?" I asked. "Start Plan B," she replied. "Wow, that bad!" I said, my surprise evident. "I thought you would disapprove of him, but so quickly? I guess we should expect him to be delayed then?" "Yes," she replied simply and hung up the phone. I knew she had not been able to speak freely since she was walking through a floor of employees who all answered to her. A few moments later, she had sent me an encrypted text that I now read to my three colleagues. "In my entire career I had never met someone with such total ignorance of our business and yet who speaks with absolute certainty. He is a textbook Dunning-Kruger case and a disaster waiting to blow up the R&D department." "Now," I continued, "it seems as though poor Daniel has had the misfortune to be robbed of all of his possessions. Who could have foreseen such an unlucky thing?" The other women smiled and then held their finger to their lips to announce Daniel was coming in from reception. He was a pathetic creature, all of 165cm and I towered over him at 170cm plus my 7cm heels. In fact, in heels all of the female executives were much taller than Daniel. Only Rin Kajika, our assistant, was anywhere close to his height. He did keep himself very trim, maybe 55 Kg, but that had not helped him in his tussle with the "cab driver". In fact, he clearly had his ass kicked. His pants and jacket were badly ripped across the thigh and elbow where he had been thrown to the ground, and his shoes had been scuffed so deeply by the asphalt that they looked beyond repair. We started to welcome him warmly and expressed sympathy for his misfortune but no sooner had we begun than he cut us off, telling us that he intended to make some long overdue changes to the department. We were all far too chummy with each other and no one was hungry enough. Starting now, he was going to have the four of us compete against each other with our best ideas rather than collaborating as we had always done. The woman with the most successful new product line would get a bonus at the expense of the others. It was even possible that a poor performer could be let go. After a single bad season! He also implied that the results were not strictly merit based, that he could award or deduct "points" as he saw fit. It was outrageous that this child felt he could judge us! My blood boiled further when he bragged about the great success he had achieved in America. "Yes, by plagiarizing products invented by the four of us and passing them off as your own!" I thought. He droned on and on about the problems at Sheishido that only he could fix and then, after an hour of pontificating, abruptly ordered Rin to call him a cab back to his apartment. We made awkward small talk for a few minutes, but when I suggested a department store where he could get a few suits to tide him over, he blew up. Reminded of his earlier embarrassment, Daniel said, "Gypsy cabs are a mark of a third-world country! I thought more of Japan, I guess I was wrong. Now I have to replace my whole wardrobe thanks to this shitty country." I was stunned by the brazen insult to Japan by a foreigner. "It's too bad you don't have time to visit the Seishido flagship store here in Tokyo. Our new apparel line has a lot in your size," I replied. My colleagues eyes grew wide at this brazen attack on his size and his masculinity. "Now that is the first intelligent thing you have said since I walked in here," Daniel replied. "I want each of you to show off your fashion sense by ordering me one outfit from the company store. Charge it to the department's budget. I expect them at my apartment when I wake up tomorrow morning." I paused for a moment and looked at the gears turning in my colleagues' minds. "Is it possible that this idiot doesn't know that the Seishido clothing line is only for women?" Having worked with these women for years, it was clear they all were thinking the same thing. Measuring tapes instantly appeared as if out of nowhere and we quickly set to work. Daniel stood with his chin jutting up like Mussolini, very pleased with himself as we four executives scurried around him like his servants. "Very good," he said. "Be sure to choose carefully, the one of you that chooses the best outfit will get a head start with some bonus points under my new system." By the time we had his measurements, Rin returned to let him know that his cab was outside. Rather than just letting it go after a long day, Daniel then decided to pick on our sweet assistant Rin. "Why aren't you in company uniform?" he asked. Rin began to stammer a reply, but I cut her off saying we were a small office and Rin always dressed professionally. Much better, in fact, than those cheap company uniforms that were so dated. Nevertheless, Daniel persisted; he asked the department's color. "Well, technically its apricot," I replied, "but Rin is so much more to us than just a secretary or clerk. She does research for us and earns more than many of the 'managers' at headquarters." "Nevertheless, here she is support staff to the five of us, and the color for support staff in our department, no matter how important, is apricot!" and with that Daniel turned and walked out the building. As the door slammed behind him, I asked Rin if she even still owned a uniform. After she confirmed she had a few, I consoled Rin telling her to put up with the uniform for the time being. Then I saw that Daniel had written his apartment address on my notepad below his measurements. We were all dumbfounded that he would live so far from our office and had just begun speculating why when I turned to my colleagues and said, "Well ladies we can discuss it in my car, let's go shopping!" 6 Daniel Tanaka, Joumu I was starting to feel a little happier as I left the R&D department. It had felt good throwing my weight around a little bit; it was important to show those women who was boss. I might want to be nicer to that assistant, Rin, I thought to myself. Her tits were huge! They must be an J-cup. I would give anything for the chance to motorboat those. With my confidence returning, I had the cab driver take me to a Toyota car rental lot. Given that I was stuck with a commute for the time being, I thought I would rent a car for a month until I figured things out. Thank goodness I had my passport in in my trench coat. My appearance was so disheveled that no one would pay attention to me at the rental car lot. "Can't they see past the torn clothes to how important I am?" My arrogance got the better of me again, and I left the lot in a new Lexus GS for the bargain price of $US4,500 per month plus taxes and fees. Arriving at my apartment building, they were willing to add a parking space to my lease for $US500 month. By this point, I was spending 100% of my income on my apartment and my car, but I knew that the car rental was temporary and hopefully I would worm my way out of the apartment soon. The apartment, at least, was spectacular with a view of Tokyo at sunset. Finally one thing was right. It was a two-bedroom, which was beyond my needs, but the price hadn't been much more than the one bedroom had been and the second bedroom, although tiny, would make a great closet. At least that had been my thinking when I signed the lease a week ago, at this moment the price seemed very large indeed. Tired and jet-lagged, I could do little more than tumble into bed. The next morning, I awoke to the ringing of my alarm clock still thoroughly exhausted despite eight hours of sleep. A note from the doorman let me know I had a package at the front desk and I went downstairs to retrieve it in my same torn and bloody suit, the only clothes I had. I wore my trench coat as well, trying to hide my appearance, and made the round trip to the front desk with no more than a few raised eyebrows. Returning to my room, I had a hanging suit carrier with four hangers protruding from the top, and two large shopping bags. I grabbed a quick shower and finished drying off before opening the bags. "Is this some kind of joke?" I thought to myself as I looked at the outfits inside. Each one had been clearly labeled by the executive it was from and consisted of pants, a shirt, a belt, socks, shoes and underwear. The note enclosed was from Reiko and said, "We four were all very impressed that you are bold enough to wear Seishido's clothing line. Although many of the styles are unisex, not all men are confident enough in their masculinity to pull it off." Now I had grown up with a sister, and I knew a camisole when I saw one. There was no way this stuff was unisex. Still, I had a problem - I had more or less commanded them to buy me Seishido clothing and now I would have to admit I didn't even know it was women's only. On the other hand, today was Tuesday and I could wear each outfit once this week and on Friday pick the winning outfit and be done with them, never to be seen again. We had no external meetings, this week; I had cleared everyone's calendar for my arrival so the department could strategize its new direction. I could save face and no one would be the wiser. No, that was crazy. I would wear the most masculine one of the bunch and somehow get some new clothes for tomorrow. I was going to be late for my first day as it was, and it would have to do. I slipped on a white camisole and thong and buttoned on a blouse that could have passed for a man's shirt, except that the buttons were on the wrong side. And it was plum colored. And it was made of silk. The pants were a black wool crepe that mostly did look unisex except the zipper was in the back. I tucked in the "shirt" and threaded a pencil thin black leather belt through the belt loops. Sheer knee-high stockings served for socks and I slipped on Mary-Jane shoes with a low heel. I threw on my trench coat and tied the belt tightly around me and was quickly off on my way to work. I returned a nod from the doorman, wondering to myself "how feminine do I look?" The drive into the office was slow, although I was loving the new Lexus. I wished it had tinted windows, however, as I had taken my trench coat off for the drive and couldn't help but think that everyone who glanced my way was staring at my blouse. Other than the plum color, your look is kind of androgynous I lied to myself. Although the sleeves were rather loose before gathering in at the wrists before flaring at the cuffs. Oh well, nothing to do about it now. I arrived at the office about 9, a bit late for an executive particularly for one just starting out. I walked quickly into the building and went through the lobby at pace, ignoring the call of the lobby receptionist, "Mr. Tanaka wait!" Stepping into our offices, everyone was gathered around the meeting table, and as the executives parted I found myself staring into the face of my boss, Kasuga Senmu. As our eyes locked together the lobby receptionist whispered,"So sorry. I have been calling you all morning. Kasuga Senmu called at 7am to say she would be at our offices this morning." "Yes, my cellphone was stolen yesterday," I deadpanned as the color drained from my face. I crossed over to the meeting, suddenly very uncomfortable with my choice of clothes. "Good morning, Kasuga Senmu," I said. "My apologies for being so late. I am still very jet lagged and I did not know you were here." "That is alright, Daniel. Your colleagues told me that you had been assaulted and robbed by an unlicensed cab. I know you had a tough ......." Her words cut out as she grabbed my trench coat and spread it open, "...what on earth are you wearing?" I began to stammer about all of my clothes being stolen and how I knew that Seishido had some clothes that were pretty much unisex and that many of my androgynous friends were in love with our look (except for the theft of my clothes, all of this was a lie). Just when it looked like I might survive this moment I went too far and mentioned that Reiko and the others had been kind enough to pick the clothes out and charge them to the department and they had done a good job hadn't they and... "YOU CHARGED YOUR CLOTHES TO THE DEPARTMENT?" Kasuga Senmu did not exactly shout, but she had that sort of school principal voice that grabbed you by the scruff of your neck. I froze up and couldn't speak, but Reiko replied, "It was meant to be as part of research for a serious proposal for a new product line, Senmu. Daniel believes we can sell many of the same styles to men who love to dress androgynously. There are so many gender-fluid people out there right now, it just makes sense." I don't know why Reiko came to my defense, I would never do that for her. Nevertheless, I nodded my head, feigning appreciation. Kasuga Senmu contemplated for a moment and said,"Look, I count on you all for new products. Until now, those have mostly been beauty treatments or cosmetics. I'm not sure even how to present this idea to the head of the apparel division." Turning to me she said, "Daniel, I will let you pursue this for one month. During that time I want you to focus on this and to stay out of the way of the rest of the department. Since you seem to want to model the clothes yourself, that is fine, but you will have to lose some weight and tighten up a bit. Also, here is the Seishido apparel line," Kasuga Senmu handed me a catalog. "I expect you to know this inside out by the time we next meet." Daniel nodded his head apprehensively, still basking in the miracle of not being fired. He did not want to loosen control over the department so soon after gaining it, but knew that he had come very close to the edge a few moments ago. Best just to agree and wait until Kasuga-san returns to headquarters. "One more thing," said Kasuga Senmu, "you have an appointment at 1:00 this afternoon with a therapist. In view of the assault you underwent yesterday, the company wants to make sure you receive the proper counseling to deal with the attack. This is not negotiable." At this moment, our assistant Rin returned carrying a tray full of coffee drinks from a place down the street. She was dressed in an apricot skirt and vest with white hose, white pumps and a white blouse with a striped apricot bow and short cap-sleeves that ended in button cuffs. "Good morning, Tanaka Joumu!" Rin said to me. "We didn't know your coffee order so I got you a latte. Do you like my uniform? It's gotten a little tight." I said it was "fine" and Rin replied, "I really like the long, billowy sleeves of your shirt, Tanaka-san, would it be ok if I wore a long sleeved white blouse with my uniform?" As she spoke she was bending with the tray and giving me a good look at her cleavage. My eyes involuntarily widened like saucers and suddenly I felt nervous. "Rin," I snapped, "you will wear the company uniform as provided, no exceptions!" I was so focused on her fantastic figure as she walked away that it wasn't until she was gone that I noticed "Dani" written on my cup with a big heart dotting the i. 7 Mio Kimijima, Therapist My secretary showed Daniel Tanaka, a slim half-Japanese half-caucasian male into my office. He was a referral from Kasuga-san. She and I went way back, all the way to college when she was studying business and I was studying psychiatry. My professor had some pretty radical ideas about the use of LSD and other psychotics to increase suggestibility, as well as some pretty kinky sexual deviations. I was lucky to escape (literally) from his clutches, but I learned some things from him that very few know about. Kasuga-san played a big part in helping me escape, and we have been useful to each other over the years. Daniel was dressed in a plum colored blouse and women's slacks. He wore some 3cm black heels as well. I offered him some tea that I had liberally dosed with a close relative of LSD before putting him under hypnosis. I always prefer to put people under for the first time in my office. I have worked hard to make it a relaxing environment with the temperature, lighting, music and decor all well thought out. It also helps to have some emergency supplies in case someone has a bad trip or an allergic reaction. With Daniel, everything went like clockwork and gradually he became very suggestible. Kasuga-san had sent over a long list of changes she wanted: I lessened his embarrassment toward wearing women's clothing and increased his attraction to it. He wanted to be dressed in more feminine styles. It got him hard just thinking about how beautiful he looked. Androgynous clothes were ok for a start, but feminine clothes were so much better. He was naturally dominant, so he resisted the idea that he liked others in control. I planted the idea in him that being controlled was comforting. It was so very reassuring to be told what to do. To be taken care of. Over the course of the session I came back to this again and again. Gradually making it more and more of a need. More and more an erotic one. Learning of his fascination with Rin's huge breasts, I spun it into an obsession. She was his dream girl, and he was meant for her. He would do anything to have sex with her. He was fascinated with all big breasts, but Rin's were the most perfect of all. He would masturbate himself to sleep tonight thinking about her. At her request, I told Daniel to be absolutely obedient to Kasuga Senmu. It would cause him physical pain to disobey her. Likewise, toward the women executives in his office. It would make Daniel very anxious if he displeased them, then nauseous, proceeding even to the point of a stabbing pain in the stomach fully debilitating him. Daniel also was made to see that all these women were his most trustworthy friends. That they had his best interests at heart at all times. That he could never betray such good friends. That everything they told him was true. They were noble beyond reproach. I made Daniel feel he was too fat. I worked deep on his self image until he was crying in my office. A psychiatric evaluation at that moment would've classified him as anorexic/bulimic. Probing around for the most disturbing image Daniel could remember, he suddenly recalled a long suppressed memory of being at the scene of a car crash where a morbidly obese woman had been cut in half by the violence of the impact. I had Daniel lock that image in his mind again, but to recall it whenever he tried to masturbate. I told Daniel that he loved to masturbate, and the pleasure from rubbing his penis and nipples was stronger than ever. As soon as he felt an orgasm approaching, he would picture that same pitiful woman and stop touching himself immediately. Once the orgasm died down the image would disappear, so he would pleasure himself again in a never-ending edging process. I left some keywords in his mind that would allow me to bring him back into deep hypnosis again: ketchup, mustard, pickles. It was much easier once the trail had already been blazed. He knew in his heart that he trusted me, and he looked forward to seeing me. That I always gave him good advice. I told him that I was also a men's fashion designer, and that when he saw me in his office he would think of me as one of the leading authorities on men's fashion. He needed to keep his lunch hour open for meetings with me. Lastly, I told Daniel he would remember none of this in his conscious mind but only in the precious mind within. He would awaken feeling refreshed and noticeably better than when he came in. Despite what the clock said, we had only been together a short while. Daniel awoke when prompted a few minutes later. It was nearing 6pm and I had been working on Daniel for nearly five hours straight. I was drenched in perspiration from the effort, five hours of continuous concentration - careful not to put a single word wrong. When asked, Daniel merely stated that he felt,"noticeably better than when I came in. Arigatou-gozaimasu, Sensei." He then thanked me again profusely for my time and told me he needed to get back to work. He was shocked when I told him it was, in fact, time to go home. 8 Daniel Tanaka, Joumu As I left the therapists office, I couldn't help but feel grateful to Seishido for providing the counseling session. I must have been pretty shaken from the robbery, because I felt a world better after meeting with Mio Sensei. By the time I pulled my beautiful Lexus into my awesome apartment building, I was feeling my old happy self again. I realized when I got upstairs that I had hardly stopped to eat in the 36 hours since I had landed in Japan. I was ravenous, but as I stripped down to my underwear I could see the thong digging into my fat gut in the mirror and my wobbly ass hanging out. No wonder Kasuga Senmu had told me to lose weight, there was no way I could sell the idea of an androgynous clothing line looking like this. I had a rice cake to kill the hunger pains. When I reached for a second, I began to gag so I put it back in the bag. Feeling nauseous, but still a little bit hungry I took out the Seishido apparel catalog and began to flip through it. The styles were exquisite, although I thought a bit butch. No reason a powerful business woman can't look a little feminine I noted in the margins. I put post-it tabs by a couple of looks that I thought would work best for me. Even though I knew I looked great in these clothes, I was already looking forward to the end of this experiment when I could go back to dressing normal. I didn't even have any casual clothes yet and would need to shop for some this weekend. I drifted off to sleep in my thong and camisole, still flipping through the catalog and taking notes. I awoke to a pounding noise and it took me a few seconds to even remember where I was. Glancing at the clock, it finally hit me that someone was pounding on my door at 5am and that I should be furious. I only got more angry when I realized I had no clothing to answer the door. Finally, I pulled on my trench coat and threw open the door to find a perky young girl dressed for a workout and carrying a gym bag. "Hi Daniel! I am Ema Kisaki, here for your morning work-out!!!" I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about and moved to shut the door. "Kasuga Senmu sent me to help you get fit! I even brought you new workout clothes!!!" said Ema. I was already getting annoyed with her chirpy morning voice, but the name of Kasuga Senmu grabbed my attention. "I can see this is a surprise to you," as she recognized the annoyed look on my face. "If you want, I can go but Kasuga Senmu will be disappointed..." At the word "disappointed", I suddenly felt a discomfort like the cold fear of being pulled over by a police car. "No, please don't go!" I gasped, suddenly desperate for Ema not to leave. I invited her in and took the gym bag to the bedroom to change. The first item of clothing in the bag was a tiny black piece of lycra that I did not recognize. Fortunately, the diagrams on the package showed that it was some kind of athletic supporter that worked by compressing one's testicles up into their body cavity and holding everything tightly in place so as to minimize bouncing. The diagram also showed the man tucking his penis back between his legs before drawing up the thong. I then put on a pair of lululemon yoga pants in a grey camo pattern and a matching muscle shirt that left a few inches of my stomach bare. If I had been more awake, I might have realized this tight fitting "muscle shirt" might more accurately be described as a crop top and that the whole outfit was not from lululemon's menswear line. I noticed that the thong hid my manly bulge completely and did not give me any visible panty lines. White anklet socks and white trainers completed the outfit. When I came out of the bedroom, I brought the gym bag. Ema complemented the fit of my workout clothes and showed me that I had seven different sets, one for every day of the week. She explained that she was also going to be my nutritionist and had packed three meals for the day in bento boxes. Finally, she showed me that Kasuga Senmu had replaced my stolen cellphone with a newer flagship model and already had transfered my number to it. Ema and I went down to the building's gym. She took my height at 165cm and weight at 55 kilos and told me that my BMI of 19 was "normal." That was sweet of her to say, but when I saw my fat gut sticking out from underneath my crop top in the gym mirrors, I threw myself into my workout. She had us do an extensive stretching/yoga session to start, followed by forty minutes of non-stop cardio on the treadmill, bike and stairmaster, followed by another short stretching session at the end. By the end, I was drenched in sweat while Ema was barely perspiring. "Great job Dani!!!" she said, and I smiled back, grateful for the praise from someone who clearly knew her stuff. I apologized for being so fat and out of shape and I told her I was grateful for all that she and Kasuga Senmu had done for me. She praised me again and said she would see me tomorrow and to be please be dressed and ready when she arrived at 5am so we did not waste time. I realized that the morning was slipping away and that I was going to be late to the office unless I hurried up. There were a few messages from the office, including one from Rin Kajika. She mentioned that I had lunchtime meetings scheduled for the rest of the week with some unnamed "men's fashion expert". I was a little piqued at someone setting up meetings for me without consulting me first, but when I thought of my gorgeous assistant Rin my anger quickly transformed into lust. I put my new phone into anonymous browsing and googled Rin Kajika. It took a few tries to get the right person, but boy was I glad I did. The pictures of her online were all bikini shots and glamor shots showing off her huge tits and I hurried to the bathroom to masturbate. Several times I brought myself to the brink of orgasm thinking about Rin, but no matter what I did I could not get over. Finally I jumped in the shower, but got hard all over again thinking about her soaping me. Still unable to cum, I slammed the shower over to cold and screamed in frustration. 9- Reiko Kobayakawa, Joumu, R&D Department Daniel came rushing in today, late once again. I could see that he had chosen the outfit that I had picked out for him to wear, and I have to say that it suits him. The top was black, mostly rayon to keep it light and comfortable but with a little nylon for strength and spandex for stretchability. The material was unusual for a man and it was collarless, but the cap sleeves and the zipper up the back are what clearly marked it as a woman's blouse. The pants were also black, with white pinstripes but they ended at mid-calf clearly showing the entirety of the low boots he wore. Once again they had just a 3cm heel, but these were a traditional spiked heel like no man's shoe ever. Both the shirt at the neck and the pants at the waistband had a narrow band of fake leather that really tied the look together. Beyond the length, the cut of the pants was clearly made for a woman. They hugged and lifted even Daniel's skinny ass before widening out through the leg so much that if he stood with his legs together it looked like he was wearing a skirt. He must have been wearing the thong I sent with it, because despite the way the pants hugged his ass I could see no panty lines. Despite Kasuga Senmu's admonition, Daniel immediately began trying to reassert his authority over the office. He called everyone into a meeting, ordered us each to discuss our best new product ideas and began to critique each of them based on his "wealth" of expertise. A couple of each of our products were pretty similar and he tried to provoke us into accusing each other of stealing ideas. I guess his bizarre way of "creating" competition. Although we had far too much history with each other to believe that, he still managed to create some discord over who owned what idea where there had been none before. It would have been easier to respect his authority if his management style weren't so obviously straight out of Glengarry Glen Ross, and his sissy outfit didn't help us respect him either. Then Rin came over to me late-morning and said Daniel was creeping her out. Constantly calling her into his office, "accidentally" knocking things off his desk for her to pick up and generally staring at her non- stop. Rin had worked for our department for five years, and although still young she knew how to look out for herself. I told her that we were already working on the problem (it being Daniel) and that if she were to flirt with him a little bit it might be useful to our cause. I told her she might innocently brush against Daniel and she laughed and nodded her head. The next time he called her into his office, as she passed by I noticed her blouse had somehow opened another button and her perfume seemed stronger than usual. I smiled and thanked her for taking one for the team. I could see her laughing and smiling at him as they talked at his desk, and then Daniel suddenly got serious as she "accidentally" brushed against him not once, but twice. His faced immediately blushed, and I could see the confusion on his face. A moment later, his lunchtime appointment arrived. As Daniel stood, his thin wool pants and skimpy thong beneath were unable to hide his obvious erection, and it appeared a stain had formed on the front as well. Daniel grabbed a notebook to hold over his lap, but it was an awkward maneuver and I doubted it fooled his "men's fashion expert." I had known Kasuga Senmu's hypno-therapist Mio Kimijima for years, and could see she was deep in his brain already. Rin left the office, covering her mouth to stifle a giggle. 10 Mio Kimijima, Therapist Today I met Daniel at his office, less than 24 hours after our last session. It is important to keep the reinforcement strong during the first few days so I was pleased to have these lunchtime sessions. Daniel welcomed me sporting an obvious erection that was tenting his pants like some middle-school boy. He was ready with some new men's fashion ideas and suggested the very public meeting table, but immediately I steered him back into his office and closed his blinds. I spoke his code words, "ketchup, mustard, pickles" over and over again, relaxing him back into a trance. I could tell we were going to get nowhere with his concentration so wrapped up in his lust so I stepped outside and spoke with Reiko. She smiled and nodded her head and went off to talk to Rin Kijima, the object of his lust. I returned to Daniel's office and a few minutes later Reiko knocked softly, handed me a gallon ziplock bag and quickly closed the door. By this time Daniel already had his pants unzipped and with his eyes still closed was rubbing his 4" erection, in a futile attempt to cum; I could see Reiko suppress a laugh as the door closed. When I opened the bag, the smell of Rin's perfume filled the room along with the scent of her still warm panties which I pulled out of the bag and onto Daniel's head, arranging it so that the gusset sat directly over his nose. His erection throbbed harder and was turning purple when I told Daniel that orgasms from masturbation were blocked, but that sex with others, even a handjob, was allowed, and then I had him stop so I could roll on a condom. Once the rubber was in place, I stroked him rapidly for thirty seconds and he came like a teenager, his huge load filling the reservoir tip on the condom. I tied the condom off and stepping outside I discretely handed it to Reiko wrapped in a paper towel, knowing that she would put it to good use. Reiko asked why I needed the "men's fashion" fake identity and I explained that for Daniel to consciously be having a therapist visit every day would put him on alert. Having a clothing expert come every day to advance your pet project would not cause Daniel suspicion, even if he generally had no memory of what happened during the hour together each day. In his mind, I was almost two people. In this office of his, I was Kimijima-san, his fashion consultant peer, and outside this office I was Sensei Kimijima, the therapist Seishido had hired to help him get past his traumatic assault. Once past his orgasm, Daniel's focus improved considerably. Which is good, because I needed to reinforce many instructions: First, I reconfirmed the block on his ability to masturbate. It was important that I controlled his orgasms and what types of stimulation brought him release. Also, it was important to keep him sexually frustrated. Anything that worked to keep him off balance generally worked to our advantage. Next, I removed Rin's underwear from his head, and put them back into the ziplock bag and sealed it. I had Daniel print "Thinking of You, Rin" with a pink marker on a post-it note. It took several tries before his printing was sufficiently girly for me to approve. I stuck the post-it onto the ziplock and buried it deep inside Daniel's briefcase to discover later. I worked some more on reducing his naturally dominant nature and again emphasized the pleasures of submission. This was still going to require some days of effort on my part. I began with discussing the simplicity of having everything decided for you and gradually worked forward with stronger suggestions describing the joy of being a strong woman's own best pet. Next I worked on the more practical issue of getting along in the office for the time being. How the benefits of collaboration and reaching an agreement were much more lasting than competing. Consensus building, respecting his peers in the office was what he would strive for. His lust for Rin obviously needed no further stimulation. I might even have to cool him off a little to protect her. I reinforced his absolute obedience to myself, his fellow executives and to Kasuga Senmu. Our displeasure would mean his discomfort and ultimately pain. I continued attacking his self image, once again pushing the anorexia and bulimia buttons I had planted earlier. Finally, I reminded him he would remember nothing from our meeting other feeling invigorated and refreshed and a sense that we made useful progress on his project. 11 Daniel Tanaka, Joumu After my lunch meeting, I had only a few moments left to actually eat lunch. I was ravenous and remembered thinking "that's not much food" when I opened the bento box the trainer/nutritionist had made me, but I found myself unable to finish more than half of it. The rest of the day was pretty quiet. I thought about having another group meeting, but didn't really have the fire built up in me to yell at everyone so soon after this morning. I poked around the network a bit and found I had virtually unlimited access to all of my group's files. In Reiko's files I found a folder labeled "discarded ideas." Intrigued, I opened it and found dozens of spin-off and some wholly new product lines that she had considered and then abandoned. This could be a great source of some new ideas for me I thought. Even though I was supposed to be focused on apparel for this month, a few new cosmetic ideas could really enhance my status! To my great delight, I found that my three other colleagues each had similar "failed projects" folders of their own. I spent the rest of the day digging through all of them and building some great new product ideas of my own. By the time I looked up from my desk, everyone had already left for the day and I realized it was 8pm. I drove home, thankful to have another bento box prepared to save me from having to find dinner. I picked at it as I googled Rin again. After an hour or so of digging, I did an image search and I found something that made my heart race - Rin had been a Gravure model under a different name. I knew it was pretty common in Japan for aspiring models in their late teens or early twenties to have a portfolio of photos wearing bikinis or lingerie, but may also appear wearing schoolgirl uniforms, Japanese street fashion, kimonos and even nudes. Most of the photos were locked behind a paywall so I subscribed using a Visa gift card that was untraceable to me and in moments there was my beautiful assistant Rin dressed in underwear, bikini and cosplay shoots. Although there were no pure nudes, I was hard in an instant. Her nipples showed through her bra in several of the outfits and her trimmed bush was visible as well. After a half hour of masturbating I was desperate to cum and was trying everything from humping pillows to hand lotion. By the time an hour had past, I lay panting, covered in sweat and with my balls starting to turn blue. I closed the website and tried to think about anything else, but an hour later I was still rock hard. In desperation, I took an icy cold shower that finally shrunk my erection. Never before had I had such a hard time cumming. I began to think that maybe you can be too horny - to have your dream girl work in the same office side-by-side and then to find sexy photoshoots of her. Not to mention the feeling of her breast brushing your shoulder as she pointed to your computer screen this afternoon. "Did she mean to do that?" I thought as I replayed the scene in my mind, and then I realized I needed another cold shower. I was up and dressed in black yoga pants and a tangerine muscle shirt when Ema arrived at 5am the next morning. I put on my white anklets and trainers as she exchanged bento boxes with those from the day before. She admonished me that I had only eaten about half of each meal. "I already have you on a very low calorie intake plan," she said. "It is important that you eat everything I give you." I told her that I would do better and she smiled and said "Ganbatte! Dani!!!" and we headed down to the gym. Getting ready early for Ema proved to be a mixed blessing. I thought it would allow me to finish early and get the day started faster, but she used the opportunity to add fifteen minutes more cardio to my workout. Ema made me promise to eat all of my food today as she said goodbye at the elevator. I raced upstairs, showered and changed as on my way in a few moments. As I waited for the elevator bank, I checked my reflection in the hallway mirror. Today I wore another black shirt, although this one was more in the style of a tunic. It was made of polyester and had a boatneck. It fell loosely all the way down to my hips, but was meant to show off the wearer's waistline thanks to some elastic cinching it in around the waist. The sleeves were loose and flowy but came only halfway down my forearms before ending in elasticized cuffs. I would have liked the blouse better without the cinching showing off my flabby 24"/61cm gut. I was still frowning about my waist as I considered the pants. They were brown and extended only 3/4 down my calf before ending in three cloth buttons on the outside of each leg. It showed off a lot of ankle as well as my black velvet shoes with a 3cm block heel. The pants had a flat front, like yesterday's. Unlike yesterday's, however, I intended to keep them flat in front and clean. Underneath, I wore a black camisole on top and down below, rather than another skimpy thong, I wore one of my sturdy lycra athletic supporters. Although still a thong in shape, the athletic supporter was wider in front and super snug. In fact, it was so tight I had to push my testicles back in their cavities to avoid them being crushed. Since I had done that, I figured I met as well wear it properly and I also tucked my penis between my legs before pulling up the stiff lycra into place. As I turned from the mirror, I noticed that one of my camisole straps was visible so I shifted my tunic but then the other one was visible. Due to the wide neck, it was virtually impossible to avoid showing a strap. To make it even more bothersome, the camisole was designed with adjustable straps that worked exactly like bra straps and they looked like bra straps too. I had just decided to change and to go without an undershirt when the elevator arrived and I climbed on. Thanks to my longer workout and still longer commute I was late again at the office. That made it three for three, not counting Monday when I had arrived in Japan. The commute across Tokyo was already killing me and the jetlag excuse was not going to work anymore starting next week. The five of them were in a meeting when I walked in and Reiko held up her wristwatch and shook her head as I crossed over to them. Too flustered to think of a snappy reply, I meekly asked what they were up to and they said they were gathering some monthly accounting info to be sent to headquarters. They explained that they had to file them once a quarter and since all the departments were "rolled up" in accounting at headquarters it held up everything else if we were late, so even though we were a tiny department it was critical that we be on time. I offered to help, knowing full well that they would decline since I would only slow the process by not knowing any of the reports required or how to generate them. Still, I was relieved when they politely declined. I went back to digging through each of their failed projects files and was building quite a portfolio of new products when I went to grab a calculator out of my briefcase. When I dug into it and found the plastic bag with the note "Thinking of You, Rin," my heart soared. Quickly shutting the door and pulling the blinds to my office, I pulled the black satin panties out of the bag. They had white lace embroidery at the leg openings and were full-cut to cover Rin's entire bottom. I held them to my face and I recognized her perfume immediately, but it was the musky smell underneath the perfume that most excited me. I was once again fully erect and could not help rubbing myself with her panties. Against my better judgment, I logged onto Rin's gravure website through my work computer and started stroking myself in earnest. I imagined her on top of me cowgirl style, her magnificent breasts bouncing with each thrust. I edged closer and closer to orgasm only to have it slip away from me each time. A knock at the door jarred me back to reality. "Your lunchtime meeting is here," came Rin's voice from the other side. As the doorknob started to turn I cried, "Wait!" but only had time to quickly scoot my chair forward under the desk as the door opened. Rin looked me in the eye, shocked as she realized she had barged in on something. I am sure I looked like a naughty schoolboy as I reached to switch off the monitor, my face beet red. I knew she could not see the monitor from that angle, but what about the reflection from the art on the wall behind me? If there was any reflection at all, surely she would recognize her own photos at a glance! I tried to act relaxed as I started to say, "Please have her wait for a few moments while I finish this email," but Mio was already entering my office. 12 Mio Kimijima, Therapist For the second day in a row, I arrived to find Daniel aroused - only today it seemed he was not only aroused but caught in flagrante delicto. Rin quickly made her exit, and rather than watch Daniel squirm I quickly said "ketchup, mustard, pickles" and began putting him under hypnosis. It took a few minutes to relax him enough to begin to work on him. Once he was finally deep in a trance, I asked him about the panties. He said they were Rin's and that he had found them in his briefcase this morning. He could not figure out how she slipped them in there, but his face lit up when he read me the note. I said it was a lovely gift and that he should send Rin a gift as well. Daniel hadn't thought of the panties as a gift, although he clearly like the sound of it. He asked me what he should send Rin in return. I replied that she was clearly into him and that he should text her some dick pics. He wasn't sure whether that was a good idea, but then he remembered her gravure account allowed paying members to post things to her. He had seen a lot of dick pics posted to her on there. "Yes," I said, "but none of those pictures had her panties in the shot. This way you can stay anonymous to everyone else, but she will know they are from you." Daniel thought this was a great idea, so I told him to start stroking himself with the panties. After about five minutes, he shot load after load into the black satin panties. He carefully spread the panties on his desk so as to clearly show their pattern as well as the puddle of cum he had deposited in the very center of the front. He lay his still erect penis alongside the cum and took his dick pic, and then quickly uploaded it through his account at Rin's gravure site. By this time our hour was nearly up and "Dani-chan" still hadn't had lunch. So while he re-bagged the panties and hid them in his desk in the dead space below some hanging folders, I quickly re-emphasized all of the things we had been working on, being extra careful to erase any memories of the past hour. 13 Rin Kajika, Kachou Daniel came out of his meeting and begin wolfing down his lunch like someone might take it away from him, but his hunger quickly seemed to fade and after a few more moments picking at his food he scraped it into a trash can and closed his bento box. He glanced nervously at me, and then quickly turned away as our eyes met. "I would be embarrassed too," I thought, if someone had walked in on me masturbating. How had he found my gravure website? I was sure I caught a glimpse of it as he guiltily turned off his monitor. I had almost forgotten it existed, for it generated almost no traffic and no income whatsoever. My figure was far too curvy for most modeling, and although I had been offered opportunities in porn too many times to count, I was not willing to degrade myself like that. Gravure modeling was a nice compromise, but ultimately it was a pretty small niche and the money was never enough to live on. It was just as well that Daniel was afraid of me for the moment, I needed to get these quarterly reports formatted and printed out. I was fortunate to work for four talented women that mostly worked independently and needed no support, but at times they needed some research done or analysis generated. So I had been promoted to Kachou, "manager." Although, I really didn't manage anyone, even this minor accounting and spreadsheet work was beyond most secretaries and it needed to be done fast and right. Also, much of the market research I performed was pretty sophisticated and there were few, I thought, who knew as much about the cosmetics industry as I did. I was thankful for this job and these women I counted as my friends, and I did resent this bungler, Daniel, coming in and messing up our tidy little department. So when Reiko suggested I flirt with Daniel and that it might help her I was all for it. I was shocked when she asked I had a spare pair of underwear, but when she explained what she wanted it for I insisted in giving her the ones I had on. I had seen worn panties for sale in vending machines and thought to myself,"who buys this stuff." Since I had met Daniel, I now knew. The day flew by as they usually do when I am busy. By 6pm I had just sent out the electronic copy to headquarters and printed off a master to make hard copies from tomorrow. This meant that tomorrow would be an easy, if mindless, day of photocopying, inserting tabs and binding the books before sending them out for distribution. Reiko suggested that since it was Thursday, we go out for a drink together to celebrate a successful quarter. Daniel agreed to drive, so all six of us squeezed into his beautiful new Lexus. I was more or less crammed into Reiko's lap in the back passenger side seat. She whispered in my ear, "Did you see Daniel tearing apart his office before we left? Whatever could he have lost." I answered, "Surely nothing of mine," and we both smiled. The nearest bar to our office is excellent and fun. It is called Toph's, after the character in Avatar The Last Airbender, and the logo is Toph dressed in a tight Chinese cheongsam dress. The bar was very gay, but still open to everyone and as I said, very fun. Not surprisingly, Daniel was a hit. Dressed somewhere between androgynous and drag queen and surrounded by women, most every gay man that saw him immediately thought, "cute, unattached gay guy." I generally do pretty well for myself, but I have never been hit on as often and as hard as Daniel was over the next two hours. We five women had a great time watching Daniel being pursued, and it all ended too soon. Everyone went straight home from the bar. Daniel offered to drop me off as somehow he knew that I lived close by, but I politely declined and said I would enjoy the walk home. It was a beautiful evening, and still very early on a busy Thursday night out so it was plenty safe. I opened my mailbox in the lobby of my apartment, and found the manila envelope Reiko had told me was coming. Once upstairs, I called the police and let them know that someone had sent me a used condom in the mail. The officer on duty explained that this was Tokyo and this sort of thing literally happens every day. He told me not to worry, that the men who did this were generally too afraid to even talk to a woman let alone threaten one. He told me they would provide me with a rape kit, if I wanted to submit the sample. I said I did indeed. 14 Daniel Tanaka, Joumu It took forever for me to fall asleep that night. It had been exciting being with my sexy assistant Rin at the bar, but I could not manage a single moment alone with her to tell her I had found her panties and note and that I was also thinking about her. Constantly. What really messed up my sleep, however, was I could not find the panties anywhere. I was sure they were in my briefcase, and I had taken care to lock it in the trunk when I gave the girls a lift to the bar. They weren't in there when I got home, however, and I spent the night agonizing that I had left them lying in the open somewhere in my office. So I was still sleepy when I met Ema the next morning dressed in matching lululemon teal yoga pants and muscle shirt. I liked the pants because they went high up my waist, hiding my belly. The muscle shirt was really cute, with criss crossing straps in the back. It even had insertable cups, so that women could use it as a bra. I wore it without the cups, of course. Ema was pleased that I had eaten all of my food from the day before. I didn't tell her that I had thrown out much of my lunch and almost all my dinner. I was glad that I had done so, even the "skinny" margaritas I had last night have tons of calories! I was getting more efficient at my morning routine, and I might have actually made it to work on time but I had to shave my underarm hair because today's blouse was sleeveless. It was navy blue polyester with small pleats all-around. The elasticized collar and waistband had a pucker effect that contrasted nicely with the pleats. The pants were simple black pants and even their length was more or less normal. They did have much wider legs than a man would generally wear, however, and they were a bit low on my hips which gave me a bit of a "whaletail" from behind if my underwear showed. It had taken another minute to swap my athletic supporter for a navy thong that more or less matched the blouse. This way if they did show, maybe it wouldn't be too obvious. I also hoped that the long pants would hide the shoes, which were obviously women's traditional black pumps with a 3cm spike heel. I arrived to find the office in a turmoil; the quarterly reports needed to go out, but Rin wasn't here to make them. She had called in with some sort of personal emergency that required her to go to a police station. I went straight to my office, thankful that the door was still closed and the lights were out. I frantically looked everywhere for the ziplock bag, panties and note but couldn't even find them when I knelt on the floor to look under the furniture. I heard a knock on the door, and realized that I was flashing my thong. "Lose something?" asked Reiko, but before I could think of a response she reminded me of my offer to help yesterday. Next thing I I knew, I was standing in front of the photocopier. I spent the entire morning photocopying, inserting tabs, inserting color pages and binding the reports. Unfortunately, this involved a lot of bending and I ended up flashing my thong to the office all day. I was also running around quite a bit because I did not know where anything was. The work was demeaning and way beneath me, but I had offered to help and the others all seemed to be as busy as they had claimed. The sleeveless blouse was a blessing, as it help keep me cool doing all the physical labor. It was a relief when lunchtime arrived and I finally was able to drop the heavy reports off at the front lobby, all packaged and addressed for the courier. I heard the front door open and knew that I was exposing my thong as I bent over the desk, discussing which courier company got which envelopes with the receptionist. I knew that Mio my daily lunch appointment wouldn't care, so I remained in that position for a good thirty seconds before I turned and found myself face to face with Kasuga Senmu! "Daniel, I would like to speak with you in your office," she said. 15 Daniel Tanaka, Jichou Kasuga Senmu had canceled my normal lunchtime appointment so that she could meet with me herself. She said that, as my direct superior, Seishido's network monitoring system had alerted her that I was visiting soft core pornographic websties using Seishido's network and on company time. This was not my first example of bad judgment, she said she had been shocked when I used company funds to buy my personal wardrobe. Even if it was for research, she would have expected me to have the sense to ask her first. Kasuga Senmu then told me that she felt that I had been advanced too quickly and that she was formally demoting me two levels from Joumu, Manging Director, to Jichou, Deputy Director. There would, of course, be a corresponding cut in pay - my salary was nearly halved. I tried to protest, but with Kasuga-san in her power suit and me dressed in a sleeveless blouse like some office manager just out of the uniformed ranks I just wasn't up to it. From now on I would directly report to the four women executives in the group. The afternoon went by in a blur. Kasuga Senmu announced my change in status to the group and left immediately afterward. Just when I thought my shame was complete, Reiko then announced the winner of my best outfit for the week as though nothing had happened. Reiko said that although the group loved me in today's short sleeved blouse, the way the pants flaunted my underwear was shameless. She then turned her laptop around to show me a picture of me down on all fours looking under the couch. It looked for all the world like I was presenting myself for a doggystyle session, with my head down hips up, and thong clearly visible. It turns out that all four executives had been taking candid photos of my outfits all week. Although none could match the picture the slideshow opened with, they seemed to have caught me in in the most embarrasing positions all week. In particular, there were a bunch from today of me photocopying, binding books and typing addresses into the shipping terminal. I looked like the model secretary in an office products catalog! The group had chosen Reiko's choice as the best outfit and I tried to be a good sport, saying it had been fun but I would only be dressing in Seishido fashion occasionally for research and not every day. Reiko agreed, but reminded me as support staff now, I would be wearing the apricot uniform of the department. I replied that was ridiculous, I was still Deputy Director even if no longer Managing Director. Reiko replied,"Nevertheless, like Rin you are support staff to the four of us, and 'the color for support staff in our department, no matter how important, is apricot!'" I was still feeling the burn of having my own words used against me when Reiko added,"Aren't you relieved not to 'have to replace you whole wardrobe thanks to this shitty country?'" "You can't do this to me!" I shouted. "I quit!" I don't what response I was expecting, but the one I got was unsatisfying. Reiko simply said, "Fine with me." Then she called the building security and had me escorted from the building. By the time I reached the car, I was already regretting my decision. I was bleeding money already, without a job my savings would not last four months. Surely this demotion was just a temporary setback, a punishment that would soon be lifted in a few months. If only I hadn't been so arrogant to quit! All I needed to do was serve my time and all would be forgiven. To top it all off, I had been nauseous ever since I talked back to Reiko. At first, I thought I would double over from the pain in my stomach; it was only Reiko's complete indifference that kept me standing as the pain dulled in to a sort of nausea. I wrestled with the decision to apologize for half an hour as I drove toward the home I couldn't afford in the car I couldn't afford and finally pulled over to the call the office. I wanted to show maximum respect, so I turned off the bluetooth and used the phone direct. Reiko took my call and let me beg for my job for a good five minutes before saying simply, "Asahi Corporate Uniforms. Lucky for you they are open on Saturday. I will have Rin email you the invoice, be sure to bring your credit card. I suggest you spend your weekend practicing how low you can bow." I was relieved when Ema showed up at my door at 5am on Saturday morning. Late Friday evening, I had received notice of a package delivered via courier to the front desk of my apartment building. It turned out to be a cardboard banker's box with the few personal contents of my office. I had spent a restless night wondering whether Reiko had changed her mind and if I had a job or not. Ema's arrival gave me a little evidence that I might still be employed, and she saw in my relief some enthusiasm that wasn't really there for me working out at 5am on a weekend. I was wearing another of the unisex muscle shirts with insertable cups for women, only this one was in a mustard yellow. It was tight fitting and cropped to show off the middrift like yesterday's. Unfortunately, my yoga pants today weren't high rise, so I was showing a lot of my belly. Looking in the mirror in the gym, I didn't think I could wear this one again unless I lost weight. After the workout, I asked Ema if we couldn't start a little later tomorrow. She replied that her schedule was booked, but I could get another trainer from her office if I wanted. I asked if she could switch it for me and she said the request had to go to the office of her gym. Since I hadn't hired Ema in the first place, I did not want to rock the boat so I just resigned myself to getting up early on the weekends. After getting showered, I dressed in the one casual outfit I owned. When Ema had first brought my gym clothes, at the bottom was a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The jeans were a bit funny, they were low-rise and ended mid calf, but otherwise were just very skinny cut. The t-shirt was light blue, but the v-neck and the thin material seemed off. I checked my email and there was indeed an invoice from Asahi Uniform's for an order that was ready to be picked up. A complete uniform including pants, vest, shirt and necktie for just under $100, five for $499. I wondered why Rin had ordered five uniforms rather than just getting extra shirts when I realized that must be how this cheap junk was packaged for sale. The order also included two belts, two pairs of shoes and a pack of eight "knee-high stockings" all for less than $100. I drove to the uniform store and paid for my order and was back out of the door in just minutes. I then took an extended drive and spent some time exploring Tokyo, I had hardly been out of the office since I arrived. Driving the Lexus was also a blast now that I wasn't stuck in stop and go commuting traffic. I found a nice drive that lead out of the city, and found a trailhead where I could park and take a walk. I ate my bento box at a picnic table near the start of the trail, but was a little dismayed to find that I was showing my thong quite a bit as I sat. I was out of the darker colors, and this one was bright red, so I moved to put my back away from where my whaletail would be seen. After lunch, I took a hike followed by a nap in a meadow. It was so relaxing that I stayed for several hours, returning home just as the sun was setting. I carried my new clothes upstairs, and after a quick shower I finally went to try them on. I was not surprised to find that virtually all of it was polyester rather than the fine wool suits to which I was accustomed. The white shirt was 100% polyester and the cheap material was pretty thin so I would need to wear an undershirt every day underneath. I realized the shirt was really a blouse when I saw it buttoned down the wrong side. The style was all wrong as well - it had short, cap sleeves ending in cuffs with decorative buttons less than halfway down my upper arm. The sleeves puffed out over the shoulder thanks to an abundance of ruched material. It also had vertical pleats like a tuxedo shirt. To top it all off, the necktie was really more of a bow. It was alternating stripes of dark and light apricot done in a cheap silk, and the instructions showed that when tied off the tails of the ribbon were only about 10cm long. I pulled on the apricot pants and they fit so tight about the waist I could hardly get the zipper up the side. They were also a bit loose in the seat, and even worse they were also two inches too long and the legs were dragging the ground. I checked the clock and saw 6:45pm. Frantic, I called the uniform supply company and they pulled up my order. After some back and forth it became clear that since I had exactly the items I had ordered, they felt that this was not their problem. Anyway, they were closing in 15 minutes so nothing could be done right now. I asked them what time they opened on Sunday, and was discouraged but not surprised to find out they were closed tomorrow. After hanging up the phone, I returned to the remaining clothes. The white fake-leather belt was just long enough to reach around my fat waist, with the shiny gold clasp that slid to adjust the length barely able to close. The vest was single-breasted and was normal enough, other than being apricot to match the pants. The shoes were more of a problem, they were white. I don't recall ever seeing a man wearing white shoes in the office. Also, although the front of the shoe had a rounded toe and looked normal enough, they sported a 6cm block heel and an ankle strap adorned with a chunky white leather bow on the outside of each ankle. Putting them on, I realized once I stood up that the pant length was now perfect. I walked back and forth across the apartment, and though the pant legs billowed at the bottom more than any I had worn the length was correct. Fortunately, you could not see the ankle strap, ankle bow or too much of the heel if I walked carefully. The black socks that I was wearing clearly did not go with the shoes and slacks, so I exchanged them for a pair of the sheer white knee-highs that had come with the uniforms. I logged onto Asahi Corporate Uniforms' website wondering how any of this could ever have been intended for a man. It turned out, it wasn't. Although all of the masculine colored uniforms like blue, grey and black had separate men's and women's pantstyles (as well as skirts for the women), apricot only offered women's pants and skirts. It also only offered one style of shirt, the feminine concoction I currently had on. Apparently there was no demand for the men's clothes in apricot or any of the other feminine colors. Their website recommended that offices needing men's uniforms in apricot to just order the vests or jackets in apricot and to permit the men wear black pants and to order additional shirts separately. Apparently Reiko had other ideas. Taking stock, other than being too tight in the waist, the uniform actually fit pretty well. I then spent half an hour learning to properly tie the bow. Changing into a bathrobe and slippers (a move-in gift from the building) I took my bento box and a bottle of wine I had out my balcony had dinner watching the lights of Tokyo. I had not meant to get drunk, but was enjoying the moment and managed to finish the bottle. I was awakened by Ema pounding on my door at 5am. I had somehow made it back into bed, but was still in my bathrobe from yesterday. Ema laughed when I told her what had happened, and said not to worry - she would still give me a full session. Lucky me, I thought, vaguely hungover. Nevertheless, I threw myself into my workout. In light of how badly things were going at the office, I really appreciated Ema's praise. I also knew that in about a month I would present my new product line ideas and potentially rescue my career; if the androgynous clothing line idea was to have a chance I needed to be model thin. After my workout, I noticed a text message from Sensei Kimijima, my therapist. She said she had heard of some trouble at work, and wanted to know if I wanted to talk about it. I told her I really would like that as I was feeling pretty down. She told me to come by her offices at 2:00pm and asked her if I still had the address. I told her that I did, and how much it meant to me that she was taking time out of her Sunday to meet me. She texted me back a smiley face, which made me smile too. I ate my breakfast bento box and took lunch with me to go shopping. It was so efficient to have meals prepared and so much easier to eat healthy. I'm sure I would save a ton of calories eating what Ema had prepared for me instead of grabbing lunch out. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon trying to fix what I could of my horrible new uniform. I was wearing my blue jeans and my black tunic top (which went together pretty well) and my white trainers (which were too casual for the top). I found a pair of black men's dress shoes with 4cm lifts that I thought were nearly tall enough to make the uniform pants work. The saleslady looked at me with pity when I asked if they had any with 6cm lifts and shook her head no, and then her mouth gaped in surprise when I asked if they came in white and then shook her head again. After that, she kept staring at me so I bought what they had, along with some black dress socks, and quickly left the shop. I next picked up some plain white undershirts. Part of me thought that some women's t-shirts or maybe even a camisole would look better, but I decided I wanted to control the few things left to me. I found a plain white men's dress shirt and bought five of them. I thought about getting some short sleeved ones to be more like the blouse that came with the uniform, but always had thought short sleeved men's dress shirts to look stupid. Lastly, I found an apricot colored tie. It had no pattern to it, but the color was pretty close what I needed. By now it was time to go see Sansei Kimijima, so I bought the tie and drove to her office. 16 Mio Kimijima, Therapist I invited Daniel to my office, and we both sipped tea (although his was my "special" blend while mine was just tea) and chatted for a few moments to help him relax. I let him know that I knew of his demotion, so he didn't have to go through the trauma of telling me about it. Then we moved to discussing how he felt and I could really see that it helped Daniel to unburden himself to me. Daniel then lay down on my couch and I repeated his keywords to put him in a trance. The drugs combined with the preparatory work I had just done quickly put Daniel deep under. He told me was very anxious about tomorrow, and I replied that was natural but he had already apologized to Reiko and it had been accepted and it would be easier the second time even if it was in person. He told me he was worried about losing Rin's panties and I told him I was sure they would turn up (not mentioning I knew that they already had.) He said that he hated the uniform and asked if he would get in trouble for the changes he had made to the shoes, shirt and tie. I told him I did not think so, but he needed to respect whatever Reiko said about it. If she insisted on the official uniform with no changes, he needed to obey her without question. In fact, even if the uniform guidelines were unclear, like which style of undershirt, he needed to obey Reiko. He asked if I thought Rin still was attracted to him despite his shame, and I replied that I am sure she was, but he should move a little slowly to let that embarrassment pass. He was very happy with my reply, and I took that as an opening to guide him further. I told Daniel that for now his primary job was to support the four women executives. He must do so humbly and without hesitation. His own work was secondary to helping them. Surely he could see that everything they did was to help him? They were better than friends - Reiko was like a mother to him, and the others were like three aunties. If he disobeyed them, it would feel like a knife in his belly. Kasuga Senmu was like a grandmother to him. Disappointing her was too shameful even to think about. Besides, it felt good to be taken care of. Being told what to do by a strong woman was comforting, it made him feel secure. Pleasing a powerful woman made him happy and safe in the world. This went beyond just following orders. It was important that Daniel be deferential to strong women. To let them speak first, and not to talk back to them. In fact, he felt most comfortable not giving his opinion unless asked. It was much better to be demure, reserved, modest and shy. I had him repeat the words over several times, "Demure, reserved, modest, shy." I knew this would take some time to change as it went against his nature, and I made a note to myself to reinforce it at every session. It was important that he continue to develop his androgynous clothing line. The fashion consultant (I didn't say "I") would keep meeting with him each day to help him. I reinforced his anorexia once again, making him feel ashamed of how fat he was and how he needed to keep losing weight toward his goal. He was embarrassed of his body, and would be humiliated if anyone saw him naked. I told him how much he liked feminine things. It was ok to dress andogynously, but even better would be the chance to explore his feminine side without the boundaries of society. Maybe a nice blouse was ok to wear as a shirt, what difference did it really make if the buttons were on the wrong side or the sleeves puffed out a little? Before I brought him out of his trance, I reminded him that consciously he would remember nothing of what we discussed. He would only recall coming here for therapy and feeling much happier for doing so. 17 Reiko Kobayakawa, Joumu I looked up from my desk on Monday morning to find Daniel standing in the door of my office, bowing low. I smiled, thinking, "It turns out he can make it by 8am if he really wants to." I returned to my work and left him there, standing in his ridiculous apricot pants and vest and staring at the floor, for a good two minutes. Then pretending I had just noticed him I said, "Ah Daniel-kun! I see you received your uniforms." He replied, "Yes, Joumu Kobayakawa," and then asked if he could apologize to me again for his behavior last week. I told him no, and I think he was hoping to get out of apologizing in person altogether when I added,"you should wait half an hour for Kasuga Senmu to get here so you can apologize to both of us together." Daniel swallowed hard and turned to leave my office. On the counter outside, he had left the banker's box full of his of personal items that security had packed up from his office Friday evening. "Don't unpack just yet," I told him cryptically, and he went to sit and wait in his office. After what had to have been a long half-hour for him, I called Daniel back to my office. Kasuga Senmu had arrived, and for a good five minutes we listened as Daniel excoriated himself and begged for our forgiveness. He concluded that although he was in no way worthy of our kindness, to please have mercy on him and let him come back to work. "Daniel-kun," I replied, "you called to apologize on Friday night. I felt your apology was sincere, and I was sincere in my reply that you could come back. Since then, however, something has changed." With that, I pulled out the ziplock bag containing Rin's soiled panties - the note still attached. "After you quit, I told security to clean out your office and have your personal property sent home. These were found hidden below some hanging folders in your desk drawer." Daniel's eyes bulged, it was obvious that he had seen these before and he didn't try hiding it. I asked how how they came into his possession and he claimed "they appeared in my briefcase along with the note." I persisted and asked, "Why, then, were they found hidden in you desk drawer, apparently covered in your DNA?" At the word "DNA" Daniel appeared stunned and then buried his face in his hands. I called for Rin to come into my office, and Daniel looked up his face twisted in despair. Daniel looked even more upset moment's later. Rin denied that she had sent the panties to Daniel, saying that she had not noticed that the "spare pair" she kept in her desk were even missing until I had approached her with them this morning. She also denied that she had written the note, and I showed Kasuga Senmu that the note looked nothing like the samples of Rin's writing that I had gathered around the office today. Finally, a shamefaced Rin mentioned that she had done some gravure modeling and that Daniel had sent a dick pick to her blog. Although I was aware of her website, I did not know it was still active. Daniel said he had found the website by searching the internet for images of Rin, and he further admitted joining as a paying member but hiding his identity using a giftcard. He denied posting the picture, however. When I asked Rin if she had confronted Daniel, she said she had not. "At first I did not know it was him. When I saw the thumbnail picture in my blog, I thought nothing of it. I have gotten tons of similar pictures over the years. Once I learned my panties were missing this morning, however, something clicked in my mind and I finally opened the thumbnail and saw that the panties in the picture were mine!" Kasuga Senmu finally spoke, "Daniel-kun, based on this new development I had decided to let you go, but Rin pleaded with me to allow you to stay. Rin Kajika, your assistant, whose trust you betrayed with your perversions and who you generally treated as an unworthy subordinate is now your savior. Words cannot express how disappointed I am in you." Although Daniel had looked miserable for awhile, at the word "disappointed" he grabbed his stomach as though he had been stabbed and prostrated himself on the floor thanking Kasuga Senmu and "Rin-san". Although he did not know it, Daniel should have been thanking me as well. Kasuga Senmu knew that a screw-up as big as Daniel was endangering her career, and she was only too happy when I agreed to take him as my direct report. This reduced any exposure she had to Daniel Tanaka, the walking liability. She seemed surprised that I agreed to Rin's pleas to take him back. I told her I was going to enjoy torturing him enough to make it worthwhile. "Daniel-kun," I said. "There is no longer any possibility of returning to the office with the title of Jichou, you are not ready to be a Deputy Director. If you return it will be as Kachou Dairi-Hosa, Deputy Assistant Manager." I watched him turn toward Rin as the realization that she was now two levels his senior washed over his face. "Why don't you get up off the floor and thank Rin-San properly?" With that Daniel quickly stood, bowed very low, and said, "Arigato ademas, Kajika Kachou." Too shocked for words, Rin answered with a polite bow of her back to him - although not as low as Daniel's. I told Daniel-kun that he should take a good note of Rin's uniform, which was regulation and compare it to his own which was not due to his purchases. Mio Kimijima had tipped me off to all of them. "Daniel-kun" I said, "you will wear the company uniform as provided, no exceptions! White shoes, white stockings, regulation shirt and tie!" Looking closely at his uniform, I realized that although it was digging into his waist the seat of his pants was so empty it might well start flapping in the wind. I had an idea that would fix both of those problems, but filed that away for the moment. Instead I said, "Daniel-kun, as Deputy-Assistant Manager you now report to Manager Kajika in addition to myself and the other three women executives in our department. Please make yourself available to Manager Kajika to help her with anything she requires. Perhaps moving your banker's box out of her office and helping her move into it would be a nice place to start. Also, please come see me later to discuss your new salary," and with that, the meeting adjourned. I went back to my office and got on the internet. I remembered a lingerie store I had been to that had a lot of girdles, some of which were padded. I soon found it and liked what I read "Retro Girdle with Padding - Sophisticated, sleek diamond-shaped panels flatten the tummy while a wide, comfy waistband prevents rolling at the waist. Removable derriere pads cup the cheeks and fit securely in hidden pad pockets to prevent shifting. Pad pockets are hidden to prevent visible pad lines and to ensure the padding is undetectable. Clear Silicone Pads are the premium enhancement solution. Silicone has a realistic feel - when touched it feels like a real derriere and our pads are made of a soft, extra-jiggly silicone! Available in 9 SIZES, from X-Small to 5XL! Because silicone feels so realistic, this type of booty pad is a great option for those who are concerned that someone may touch their backside and suspect that there is a padded bodyshaper underneath. "After our trip to the gay bar last week, I'd say Dani-chan better be concerned," I smiled to myself. I pulled out my credit-card and started ordering. 18 Daniel Tanaka, Kachou Dairi-Hosa I ran their events of the past three weeks over in my mind as I drive to return the Lexus after its one-month rental. Things had settled into much more of a routine after that crazy first week. For example, as I am coming from work so I am wearing my uniform in its full glory as I had every weekday for the past three weeks - from my ruched cap sleeved shoulders to my 6cm white pumps I was 100% regulation. If there had been a department hair-flower, I'm sure I would be wearing that as well. Jouchu Reiko had sent home some camisoles to replace the t-shirts I had bought. These camisoles were heavily trimmed with lace across the bustline, and you could see the lace quite clearly through my blouse. If I had bought some simple camisoles when I had the chance I think I would have gotten away with them. Now I was stuck with these feminine ones which, although beautiful, embarrassed me when people noticed them. Along with the camisoles, Jouchu Reiko sent some pantygirdles to slim down my tummy. I was excited about them until I discovered that they were also designed to give me a silicone pad enhanced bottom. Since then, I have grown used to the feeling of sitting on 2.5cm of silicone padding. Also, my weight has fallen since then to below 50Kg and the girdles hardly stretch anymore when I put them on. The silicone inserts aren't near the largest available for the pantygirdle, and still they do give me a huge butt. I have received many complements on my "assets" when my bosses and I do our weekly Thursday night outing at Toph's. I am headed there tonight after I return the car. I hope they don't tease me too badly today; they keep trying to set me up with a boy to take home, but they know I don't swing that way. Speaking of home, my last few trips with the Lexus yesterday were spent moving my things into a new apartment. I am subletting a room from a woman and it is within walking distance of Seishido's R&D lab. Reiko found the place for me, apparently the ad read, "Woman seeks Woman to Share Apt and Rent, Dom Looking for a Sub, Beautiful, elegant bodybuilder looking for a roommate that knows who is boss. Contact Yuka Mikimoto." Reiko sent her my picture and Yuka agreed to meet with me at Toph's since it was nearby. I told her that even though I was all man, I would respect her boundaries and would not lay a finger on her. She laughed as though she found that hilarious, and proceeded to pick me in a fireman's throw that somehow ended with me being put in a rear naked chokehold by Yuka. I was stunned by the speed of the throw, and strangely aroused by the strength of her arm around my neck, her powerful thighs around my hips and her breasts pressed into my back. I began to get tunnel vision and then passed out completely. After I woke up, I got my first clear look at Yuka standing up. At 175cm she towered over me, even in my heels. We then spoke for about half an hour, and although we had nothing in common it was clear that we clicked and that she thought I would be a good roommate. I could see her plain white van behind me now, she was going to give me a lift back home from the rental car agency. Yuka used the van to haul around motorcycles that people would pay her to customize. Her customizing work was pretty well known, but she said she really did it simply because she loved to wrench on bikes. She made most of her money from bodybuiling endorsements, but they were erratic and it didn't really amount to alot either. Thanks to Kasuga Senmu, my old apartment lease had been taken over by Seishido corporation which needed corporate apartments next to its headquarters. I lost two months worth of rent in the deal, but it could have been much worse. I also no longer had access to Ema, my personal trainer/nutritionist, but still did meet three times a week with Sensei Kimijima, my therapist. When I lost my office at work she was worried about me, so she started seeing me Monday, Wednesday and Friday in her office after work. Suddenly, I would no longer have a car to drive to her office for therapy either. Luckily the metro ran pretty directly to her office. Work had been very busy and taking over for Rin, I mean for Kachou Kajika, was very hard. I am not sure anyone in the office realized how much she did to keep the office working smoothly. Kachou Kajika had been very kind in transitioning me into her old role, but I was kept so busy I had no time to work on my projects. When it came time to present our new ideas today, instead of having sketched out an entire androgynous men's fashion line I merely found an outfit that looked good on me from Seishido's women's collection, modeled it, and proposed that we market it to men as well. The idea was politely received, although unenthusiastically. I had had even worse luck trying to recycle some of the discarded ideas I had borrowed off the network from the executives in my office. It turned out that several of the ideas had already been presented to the board, and they weren't so much abandoned projects as failed ones. Worse, it was clear to everyone at headquarters that I had plagiarized them, bringing shame on myself and the department. I said goodbye to my Lexus and climbed in the passenger side of Yuka's van feeling sad. Yuka looked great in nothing more than blue jeans and a white t-shirt that showed off her powerful arms and shoulders. I asked if she had a towel I could spread out over the passenger seat of the van, because my uniform was very bad about showing dirt. She started laughing at my uniform until I stuck my tongue out at her, but she did manage to find a clean dropcloth for me to sit on. Yuka liked to talk about machines, so she told me that her van was, "a Mercedes Sprinter from 1995, the first year they had been introduced, only mine is called a Mercedes-Benz Transporter T1N because back in 1996 Toyota owned the rights to the name 'Sprinter' in Japan. I bought it three years ago and spent a few weeks getting it running again. It has an inline five cylinder engine, the first diesel I ever worked on. The OM602 is one of the most reliable engines Mercedes ever made, and it has enough power to let me haul the heaviest motorcycles. I also like that the cargo area is long enough at 355cm that I can easily fit even the biggest bikes and with an interior height of 188cm I can easily stand while securing the bikes." She saw me start to glaze over at all the mechanical talk and laughed to herself. I suddenly snapped alert and said, "Oh my god, you have to come with me to Toph's to meet my friends from work." Yuka agreed to come in for a drink to meet my colleagues and parked the van halfway between the bar and our apartment. All five women from my office were there, and as soon as I saw them my disastrous presentation came rushing back. I started to apologize but they all said simply, "No work talk tonight." The alcohol made me feel better, and before I knew it we were the most popular table in the bar. Yuka was apparently a minor celebrity at Toph's, and pretty soon a line of women had formed to talk to her. A steady stream of guys were also coming by the table to talk to me, and my colleagues were egging them on. We had been there for a good three hours when Yuka announced we were leaving, and so I did. As we stepped into the parking lot, it struck me that I never really questioned Yuka making a decision for both of us. I said to Yuka, "That was a pretty impressive line of women coming to flirt with you." "You didn't do so badly yourself, but it was clear you weren't interested. Are you seeing someone?" "No!" I replied. "I'm just not gay! I hardly knew anyone when I came to Japan, and I've been too busy at work to meet anybody either." Yuka thought for a moment and then responded, "Then why do you dress like a top's wet dream?" I explained to her that our office had a uniform policy that, as a Deputy-Assistant Manager shouldn't even apply to me, but they were very strict about it. I started to explain that even Kachou Kajika had to wear the uniform and Rin was two ranks above me, but I turned away to blink back some tears instead. We walked the last few meters to the front door of our walkup, but instead of unlocking the door Yuka turned, cupped my face and kissed me hard. She was so beautiful, and I swooned into her and would have knocked us both over if she weren't so much bigger than I. She started french kissing me and I felt lost in her powerful arms, my hands touching her broad shoulders. I felt her hand slide down my back and cup my bottom. "I knew your ass was fake," said Yuka and we both fell into laughter before racing upstairs to fuck. Or so I thought. When we reached the apartment, we tore off our clothes and I got my first look at Yuka's body. She was magnificent with muscular thighs, a cute little hairless pussy, a rock hard abdomen and the tiny, perky breasts of a teenager. She noticed me admiring her and struck a bodybuilder pose that made a six-pack explode on her stomach and all her arm muscles stand-out. I felt totally intimidated by her, and used one arm to cover my nipples and the other hand to hide my genitals, wishing the room were darker. My BMI was down to 17 and I worked out aerobically for an hour each day, but I still felt so fat and gross looking at Yuka. She came over to me and pulled my arms away from my body. As she stared at my naked body, she saw me trembling and said, "Why so nervous, Dani-chan?" I did not know what to say. I could say I felt intimidated by her beauty, which she might take as a compliment or might come off as wimpy. I could tell her I was fat and ugly but no matter how much I starved myself I couldn't hardly lose any weight, but that sounded like I was some crazy anorexic. I used to be so confident with women, and now I was feeling scared of her. I ended up telling her that I was anxious because I had not orgasmed in a month and wasn't sure I still could. She replied, "What, not at all for a month? Not even with yourself???" I shook my head. I told her I had been unable to reach orgasm since coming to Japan a month ago and didn't know if I could perform any more. She knelt down and looked at my throbbing penis and swollen testicles and said, "Wow, I have never seen blue balls before. I thought that was just slang." "Please help me!" I said bordering on tears. "The last time I got hard it lasted two hours and I had to use a bag of ice to stop the pain..." She picked me up, her arms bulging, and carried me into the bedroom. She told me there was a benefit for sex from bodybuilding, "I no longer get my period, so no condoms needed." Yuka lay down and spread her legs saying, "Lick me!" I eagerly knelt down and traced my tongue across her outer lips. Yuka moaned appreciatively and I continued for a few moments before spreading her inner lips and licking her deeply from bottom to top, concentrating on flicking her clitoris at the end. In the past, I felt pussy eating was beneath me and my practice was always just to get a girl wet and then to mount her. Yuka was betond wet, it was like a flood, and I was so happy for the human contact that I felt like I might actually make it this time. In desperation, I leaped onto her and penetrated here in one stroke. It only took two quick thrusts and I exploded into her screaming "Iku, iku, iku, iku, iku" in a high pitched voice that surprised myself. Yuka had closed her eyes when I was licking her and was deeply focused on her building orgasm when I jumped onto her. As a resuly, it took a second for her to realize what was happening. By then I had already cum and was still thrusting into her, all the while squeaking "Iku!" like a schoogirl in a Japanese porno. Yuka stared at me in shock for a moment and said, "I guess I should take that as a complement!" I was so grateful that she wasn't mad at me and so overwhelmed with relief that for a moment I stood admiring her beauty. Then I realized she was looking at my naked body and I covered my nipples and genitals again. "Suddenly all shy again," said Yuka. "What happened to 'Iku, iku, iku'?" mimicking my high pitched squealing. I laughed and blushed and replied, "I don't know where that came from!" Yuka laughed and spread her legs wider and said, "My turn again, lick me" I looked at my cum leaking from her hairless pussy in shock. Never before in my life would I have considered such a thing, but when Yuka spoke I knew it was a command, not a request. Still, a voice deep inside me was screaming, "No," and I nervously shook my head and said, "Please Yuka, I can't." Without raising her voice Yuka said again, only more slowly and clearly, "Lick me." She paused for emphasis before adding "now." A stabbing pain shot through my stomach and suddenly nothing mattered but making the pain stop. I buried my face in her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth. I ran my tonue up her slit and thrust it as deeply as I could inside her. My month's worth of cum was everywhere, and I slurped it up along with her juices. She pulled my face hard against her pussy and orgasmed. "Yuka is a squirter!" I thought as she drenched me in her juices and more of my expelled cum. Then she had me lay down so she could climb on top of me and continue to grind her pussy into her face. This went on for several minutes, and a few times I got lightheaded from a lack of breath. Every time I thought she finally had expelled all of my cum from her pussy another great dollop would drop onto my face and get spread around by her grinding. I awoke in the morning, with Yuka's naked body spooning mine. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back and I began to get erect. I tried to slip away to the bathroom, but Yuka reached around me and felt my hardness. "Aren't we up early," laughed Yuka. "How about we shower together?" It was then I noticed the smell of dried cum from face and on my breath. Like many Tokyo apartments, there was no tub or shower. Just a hand held sprayer and a drain in the tile floor for it to drain into. We lathered each other up and began to slide against each other. I felt Yuka's hand wrap around my penis and stroke it. I felt her slippery breasts against my body and felt her grind her soapy pussy gainst my thigh. By the time we were thoroughly clean and rinsed I was on the brink of another orgasm. I told Yuka that I was very close to cumming. She responded by kneeling down and deepthroating my whole length in my mouth and tonguing my testicles. She relaxed after a minute to breathe, and then began jerking me off while keeping the tip of my penis in her mouth. She also began flicking the tip with her tongue all the while keeping her lips sealed around me. She looked into my eyes as I flooded her mouth with cum. Yuka stood up quickly and tilted my head back to look up to her. With her 10cm height advantadge, I found her postioning her mouth directly above mine. My weight was off balance and I would have fallen to the floor without Yuka's support. She tapped me on the lips with her finger and it finally dawned on me that she was going to spit my cum into my mouth! Again, something inside me wanted to say no, but I felt so weak against Yuka's strength. I felt even more vulnerable given our positions and that if she let go of me my head would fall straight to the bathroom floor. Having already conceded this battle just last night, I ultimately opened my mouth and let Yuka drip my cum into it. She took an extra moment to make sure every bit of the thick load had dripped out before saying, "Now don't swallow until you get dressed for work." I dressed for work in record time, constantly aware of having to keep my lips pressed tightly together. When I was finally dressed, I went and stood in front of Yuka. She said, "Show me," and I opened my mouth careful not to spill any as I looked up to her. "Wow that is a big load!" gasped Yuka. "I think it might be even bigger than the first one. You were sure backed up!" Then, after pausing to show that she was in control she said, "Ok, you can swallow now." I swallowed the mouthful of cum and stuck out my tongue to show Yuka. Then as I brushed my teeth in the mirror I said, "My uniform is not so bad, what did you mean calling me a 'Top's wet dream'?" Although I could clearly see the tuxedo pleats of my thin white blouse in the mirror, the spaghetti straps and lace trim of the camisole just visible as well, there was nothing overtly wrong with it. Shirt, pants, vest, belt, shoes - nothing strange there. Ok, the vest and pants were apricot and the shoes were white, but the colors were for the department and didn't reflect on the masculinity of the wearer. Yes, I was wearing heels and a girdle to make the pants fit properly, but a lot of short guys wore heels. Also, if fat guys were smart they would wear girdles; it certainly helped with my tummy problem. This girdle was extra nice because it gave me a bottom where I had none. Yuka watched me go through my mental machination's before responding, "I'll tell you why I said you look like a top's wet dream." I turned to look at her questioningly, and she finished, "Because I'm a top." I blushed furiously and ran out the door to work with my hand over the smile on my face. 19 Reiko Kobayakawa, Joumu Daniel came in the office positively glowing today, and he was acting so much like he had just been fucked that I almost asked him how the sex was. Whether good news or bad, he is so emotional lately! I wouldn't be surprised if that headshrinker Mio Kimijima isn't behind it. Normally I couldn't give a shit about how Daniel feels, but today his happiness is grating. Daniel's abysmal presentation yesterday was a black mark on the whole department, and this morning I heard a rumor from a friend at headquarters that they are considering demoting all of us. Obviously that would be unfair, Daniel's lack of preparation with his "androgynous line" was nobody's fault but his own. The real problem was his raiding the hard drives of me and the other three executives and stealing our ideas to present as his own. Instead of blaming Daniel for stealing, however, the bitches in Strategic Planning used it a chance to attack our department as being "badly managed." Strategic Planning said that although they had seen other groups where "the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing", they had never seen such bad communication in a group of just six people. I tried to tell Corporate that they created this problem themselves by sending Daniel here specifically to create competition in the group, thereby pretty much ruining any chance of us working well with him. Unfortunately, telling Corporate that something that went wrong in your department was their fault has never been a very effective defense. Now I am sitting here and it is late afternoon on Friday; we are still waiting for the hammer to come down from Corporate, and my three co- executives all blame me for setting Daniel up in the first place. At first, my biggest concern with my plan had been that we were too transparent in creating our "failed projects" folders. I did not want him to suspect that these folders of "useful" ideas that were so easy to find might be a trap, but once I met Daniel my far greater fear was that he would manage even to find the folders. I was frankly relieved he was able to log onto the network at all! Instead, the real danger to my plan turned out to be the Strategic Planning group. They have been fighting for our department to be under their umbrella for a long time. Once Daniel had stolen our ideas and presented them as our own, I felt it was going to be obvious to everyone that Daniel had gone rogue and his actions were simple theft. Instead those bitches in Strategic Planning had twisted Daniel's plagiarizing of our ideas into somehow our own fault. They asked us in front of everybody, "How could you not know what your own colleague was going to present to the Board?" I feel like a part of me is dying. For the 10+ years I have been with Seishido I have always been promoted on time, never a black mark to even delay a promotion. Now I am in danger of demotion! This will destroy any chance of my succeeding Kasuga-san as Senmu. What will my family think when they learn of my shame??? I could strangle that idiot Daniel. Suddenly, there it is in my email inbox - they are demoting all four executives in the department TWO LEVELS to Jichou and firing Daniel! Only Rin survived unscathed, but even though she wasn't demoted she was transferred away from us and to Strategic Planning. Now we four executives are going to lose our excellent assistant, and she is going to be transferred to our biggest rivals. Well, I have to give those bitches credit for being smart enough to steal good talent. Losing Rin was really painful. Although I don't mind doing my own research, now I won't even have any fucking secretarial support. That realization gave me an intresting idea and I texted Kasuga Senmu, "Just saw the news. Do you think you can negotiate for us to get at least an entry-level Office Lady as a replacement for Rin?" "Yes," came back the text. I smiled and thought, "Poor Daniel nearly got fired today." Then, I looked across the room at Daniel smiling happily. "We can't let him get off that easily." 20 Mio Kimishima, Therapist I looked at the documents that Reiko had emailed over and winced. Apparently Daniel was voluntarily petitioning for his close friend and colleague Reiko Kobaykawa to be his legal guardian in all of his affairs. I looked at the boilerplate on the petition, "For those who-due to dementia, intellectual disorders or mentally disability-lack sufficient mental capacity, or judgment, to manage real estate or finances, conclude contracts regarding entering facilities or services for caregiving for their well-being, or discuss the division of inherited property, it may be difficult for them to do these things by themselves. The adult guardianship system protects and supports those who lack sufficient mental capacity to handle their personal affairs." The request was problematic to me on a number of levels: I was being asked to force Daniel to sign the documents "voluntarily" agreeing to the guardianship; I was also supposed to certify, professionally, that Daniel was mentally incapacitated; and the level of incapacity specified was so great that it would grant his guardian complete control over his financial, legal and medical affairs. Possibly the thing that bothered me most was that I absolutely had no choice but to let her ruin this young man's life - she and Kasuga Senmu had far too much dirt on me to refuse. In addition, Daniel was filing documents that he identified as a woman and that he was legally changing his name to Shiori Tsukaida. There was a medical release from Daniel approving a combination of botox, collagen and face fillers at Seishido Medical Spa. Finally, there was a contract hiring Shiori Tsukaida to work at Sheisido Corporation in the product development department. Reiko had said she had put all of this into motion when she had received some bad news from corporate around 3:00pm today, and now it was just 6:30pm; Reiko has been a busy little schemer. At the moment Daniel was in the adjacent room of my office, settling deeper into his trance after my "special" tea and ten minutes of me working on him. He had arrived a jumble of emotions after a rollercoaster of a day. He finally had found someone to have sex with him, and was clearly smitten with "Yuka." When he told me it had happened, I was genuinely happy for the guy. I had blocked his ability to masturbate, and Reiko was forcing him to dress like a ladyboy. I figured, if by some miracle he manages to find someone, he deserves to have some release. Then Daniel told me that Sheishido's Corporate office had fired him later in the afternoon, and his eyes welled up with tears. Reiko told him she could hire him back, but only as an "OL". Daniel presumed that she meant the modern usage of "OL" which has come to signify the lowest level worker in an office, but Reiko told me she meant the literal longhand, "Office Lady." She wanted to punish Daniel for getting she and her friends demoted and for costing them Rin. Daniel told me he was taken aback by Reiko's offer. He could accept being fired, but why would he accept the humiliation of starting as the lowest level secretary? He could go back to the United States where his successes still mattered, and even if he had been fired he could still honestly claim to have been the youngest Managing Director in the history of Sheishido corporation. Reiko had apparently told Daniel that he owed it to her and the others to work for them for one year. They all had been demoted and now had no help and it was his fault! When Daniel shamefacedly said he still was going back to New York, Reiko played her trump card, "Daniel, Kasuga Senmu had the cum from Rin's panties tested in a private lab right after we found them. Senmu also has a friend at the Tokyo Police Department who emailed us the police DNA test from the condom you sent in the mail. According to the private lab, the chance that both samples aren't from the same person is one in 40 quadrillion! In simple terms, the samples are a match. Daniel, the Tokyo police called our office a few weeks ago once they established that the envelope with the condom had been passed through our local post office. The police are actively working this case and already suspect someone at Seishido product development, you are just lucky that the lab in back has twenty-two other men working in it. They don't want to interview all twenty-three of you over a small matter, but if I gave the police the panties as evidence, it would tie you not only to the condom but to the panty theft and the dick pic on Rin's website. You are not just a one-time stalker, but a serial pervert!" At this point, Daniel had broken down crying so I let him relax awhile longer. When I began to work on Daniel, I felt it was important to keep him from doing something rash. I had been playing his emotions up on both ends of the spectrum, making him more shy, vulnerable and prone to bouts of anxiety while simultaneously more generally happy, giggly and playful. I was worried given the magnitude of his fall already and what was being asked of him that his fragile psyche might break, and that he could hurt himself or others. I downplayed what Reiko was asking of him. "One year may seem like a long time to someone as young as you are," I told him, "but it is such a small pause in your life that you will laugh that you even worried about it when you are older." Besides, I told him, he would still be learning a lot doing Rin's old job. All that cutting- edge research for four talented executives at the biggest cosmetics company in Japan, think how much he would learn to take to the competition when he returned to New York in a year! It was almost like he was a corporate spy, a mole taking on a new identity to steal trade secrets. I'm not sure if Daniel picked up on the "new identity" concept. If so, he didn't question it which was good. I wanted to plant the seed that some changes to Daniel's identity were coming and give his mind some reasons to accept them. Thus, I spent much of the session working to get Daniel not just to take his new position, but to accept it and be at peace with it. Given that it was such a short time, maybe he could even be happy in the role despite the small setback. Still, when Daniel asked if I thought Reiko were bluffing I did not try to comfort him. I told him she was absolutely not bluffing and it was a certainty that, if he refused, she would alert the police that Daniel Tanaka was the sexual deviant they were looking for. She could prove three cases of him stalking Rin: the used condom in the mail, the panty theft and the picture posted on Rin's blog. That alone seemed enough to prove he was a serial offender and would definitely mean some jail time. I could hear Daniel's fear rising in his voice as he spoke, his mind desperately trying to find a way out of his predicament, "Why haven't the police questioned me then? Surely, if they are close to figuring things out they would have brought me in and questioned me? I explained to Daniel that police in Japan don't like to "lose face" by making mistakes in charging people. They wait until the case is ironclad before they bring charges, and as a result Japan's criminal system has a 99% conviction rate. The same was true for gathering evidence. It would be too embarrassing to question or DNA test everyone at Seishido's R&D location unless they were 100% certain the stalker worked there. Right now, it could still have been someone who lives in the same zipcode who happened to see Rin walking to work. I reassured Daniel that the police knew nothing about the panties or the blog picture and even the condom was unlikely to be traced back to him. All of that, however, would change if he defied Reiko, it would become an open and shut case. Daniel's resistance seemed to break with that, and suddenly asked if he could call Reiko right away to let him know he had agreed to be an "OL" for one year. I told him that he could, but that she would want to know that he had signed the paperwork formalizing their agreement first. Reiko had deliberately structured the documents so that the signature block was on the last page by itself, so Daniel could sign the documents without being distracted by what they actually said. It was easy enough given the trance he was under and his current desperation to get him to sign away his life without question. Then, once signed, I had him initial the bottom corner of all of the pages. It was a requirement of the government documents to prove they had been read, so I stacked all of the documents and fanned the pages so he could only see the corner to initial on all but the very top page. It was easy enough to get Daniel to initial without even seeing pages once he had already signed. As he initialed the last page I ruminated on his agreeing to be an "OL" for one year, rather than saying "office lady." It was clear Daniel had no idea what he was signing up for. I called Reiko on my office speakerphone and Daniel told Kobayakawa-san that he was very grateful to accept the position and thanking her for the chance to be her OL. Reiko replied, "You are most welcome, Dani-chan. Did you sign the documents I sent to Kimishima-Sensei?" When I confirmed that he had signed Reiko said, "Excellent! I know this has been a hard time for you Dani-chan, so please use the weekend to relax and recharge your batteries and be ready to get back to work on Monday morning." Daniel thanked Kobayakawa-san for her kindness. After we hung up I realized there were a few things to touch on before I brought Daniel out of his trance. I began to plant the seed that he should appoint someone to take care of his financial, legal and medical affairs. When he asked why, I pointed out that after his disastrous apartment lease he was nearly bankrupt, and he was already in trouble with the law. Wouldn't it be nicer if someone older and wiser could take care of those things for him? Besides you never knew when you might be in an accident and need someone with legal power of attorney to get you the help you needed. Daniel resisted the idea, and I knew I would have to work on it with him again later. On the other hand, it was a fait accompli, did it really matter whether he liked it or not? I reemphasized Daniel's anorexia and his self-consciousness over his body. I told him that he was too fat, and he was ashamed of being seen naked. I felt a bit guilty about this, since if someone had just shown me a picture of Daniel without me knowing him, I might guess him to be anorexic. Forcing him to lose further weight at this point seemed unhealthy, but Reiko wanted him to get below 45Kg and there were apparently still a few to go. 21 Dani-Chan, OL When I got back to the apartment Yuka was home watching TV. We each said hi and she asked how my day ways. Instead of responding, I sat on the floor watching TV next to the chair where she was sitting, my face resting against the outside of her thigh. She stroked my hair and we both sat in silence for awhile. It was a show of a bunch of ancient music videos, mostly Japanese, but a few I recognized including the Talking Heads' "Once in a Lifetime." After a little while, I started to feel better. Referring to her comment from the morning I looked up at Yuka and said, "I wore my sexy uniform for you today." Yuka smiled and said, "You wear that uniform everyday for work and you know it." "That doesn't mean that I can't wear it for you too," I replied. Yuka feigned a look of anger, "You know, I think one of us got an orgasm this morning and the other one got nothing. Doesn't seem fair. Since you are down there would you like to even things out?" Without waiting for an answer Yuka stood and slipped off her jeans. "I didn't realize we were keeping count," I replied and before she could even sit back down, I had my tongue stretched out and was eagerly licking her slit from bottom to top over and over again. "Easy Dani-chan. Go slower." Yuka sat back down in the chair. Then she slid her hips forward until they were over the edge and spread her legs wide to give me better access. I licked her a few more times, only much slower now. "Please tell me what you like and don't like Mikimoto-san, so that I can make you feel happy!" I experimented with spreading her inner lips wide with my fingers, penetrating her with my tongue and then with one, two and three fingers, sucking her clit hard, softer and giving it butterfly flicks with my tongue. All the while Yuka did give me comments. She generally gave a simple "nope" if it was something she didn't like. If she did like what I was doing, she would stroke my hair and say "good" or "yes". After about five minutes she grabbed my head with both hands and ground my face into her pussy, drenching it in her fluids. I smiled at her, my face still dripping and said, "I assume that also means yes!" Yuka laughed and suggested we go out to dinner, but I convinced her to retire with me to her bedroom instead. She asked me if I trusted her and I shyly nodded yes, suddenly too intimidated to say anything. She pulled out a black cloth hood and pulled it over my head, leaving only my mouth exposed. It had thick padding over the eyes and ears leaving me blind and mostly deaf as well. Next I felt a ball gag being forced into my mouth. It must have been a head harness because the straps wrapped over the hood, both around the sides of my face and over the top of my head before being buckled in place in back. I felt Yuka begin to undress me, and I trembled in my nakedness. She lay me down on her bed face up, and in moments had me tied spread-eagled to the four corners. I thought to myself, "those restraints must already have been in place, she must have been planning this for me!" Then a darker thought crossed my mind, "Unless she does this a lot and just leaves them under the bed all of the time." Yuka then started licking me erect, teasing me harder and harder until my penis was throbbing. She rolled a condom onto me saying, "This is extra thick to slow you down a little bit. After a month without cumming you still have a bit of a quick trigger." She may have been trying to teach me control, because she edged me for what seemed well over an hour - carefully bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before stopping and waiting for me to settle down. She used her hands, her mouth, an onahole and a hitachi wand, all the while carefully watching me to monitor my arousal. She toyed with my nipples for minutes at a time, alternating between my nipples, penis and sometime both. Yuka would stop for anywhere from one minute to what seemed like fifteen minutes. I couldn't hear much from the hood, but I think she went to the kitchen at one point and had a snack. By the time I finally blew my load into the condom, I had been on edge so long that it only took thirty seconds or so of deliberate stroking with an onahole to get me to climax. Yuka then removed the ball gag, pulled off the condom and squeezed the contents in my mouth. I could feel Yuka position herself right next to me and, speaking loudly right in my ear so I could hear through the padded hood said, "I'm going to sleep in your bed tonight." Then she replaced the ball gag and pulled the covers up over my body. When I awoke, I was still tied spreadeagle on the bed and enveloped in the pitch black of the hood. Not knowing whether I had been asleep for a few hours or a dozen was disconcerting, and I found it hard to relax and be patient. After awhile, I could feel her presence in the room. Then I felt her attaching additional straps around my waist and hips, securing me tightly to the bed so I could not move. Still more straps were added just above my knees. These were cinched down at the same instant that the ones securing my ankles were relaxed. The net result was that my thighs were spread apart, and I was forced into a wide squat even though I was still laying down. I was already beginning to get aroused, when I felt Yuka begin take a handful of oil and begin pumping me with deliberate strokes. Once I was as hard as I could get, I felt Yuka begin teasing the very tip of penis playing with the hole. A moment later, I felt the hole widen and a long thin metal rod covered in lubricant slid smoothly down my urethra. I was thankful that I had seen urethral sounding done in porn videos before, because the feeling was so shocking I'm not sure I would have figured out what was going on. Yuka left the rod in my penis while she removed my gag and adjusted the hood so I could hear better but still could not see. "Describe what you feel, Dani-Chan," said Yuka gradually sliding the rod up and then deep down inside me again and again. "I feel a metal rod thrusting inside of me. It feels good sliding in and out of me, almost like..." "Almost like you are being fucked as a woman, Dani-chan? But you are not a woman, you are Dani-chan, my naughty little girl!" I felt her stop moving the rod again, and a few moments later felt the sharp teeth of alligator clamps close first my left nipple and then both of them. Yuka withdrew the sound and said, "Keep telling me what you feel." "The clamps have sharp teeth. They hurt a lot at first, but now it is just a constant throb." A sound penetrated the tip of my penis again, widening out more this time only for the tip to close back around a thinner metal rod. "This rod has some kind of bead at the tip, and all I can feel is the bead as it moves up and down inside me. I hardly feel the rod at all." "Very good Dani-chan!" said Yuka before withdrawing the rod. The bead made a little pop as it exited my penis and I gasped in pleasure so Yuka did it again and again until I nearly came before she stopped. After about a minute, I felt another rod being inserted into me. "This one is wider than the first one, but not so big around as the bead. Ooooooh and it's cold!!" "Sorry, if that surprised you. Yes, I had it chilling in the refrigerator. Now try this one." "This one is thicker again. Wider even than the bead, I think. And warm too! The warmth feels so good after the cold," I said. "Wait, something's wrong! Unnh, go slow. Ohhh, this one has a bend!" "Right again! The first three inches go through a full 90 degree bend before the rod straightens out and ends up shaped like an ice hockey stick only rounder. Now let me show you what the bend is for," said Yuka. "If I slide the bend down to about here," she pushed the rod deep inside me before suddenly stopping, "it passes just through your prostate gland and the bend hooks in behind it. Then I can tug the rod at a bit of an angle and put pressure on the prostate." She did so and suddenly I felt an intense burst of pleasure. Repeated tugging against my prostate quickly brought me to climax, but like one I had never felt before. Rather than a single ejaculatory event, this one just seemed to go on and on. I begin to have this long, rolling orgasm and found myself screaming, "IKU, IKU, IKU, IKU, IKU!" After a few seconds, I was overstimulated and begging Yuka to stop. She did for a moment, and noticed that I was still trembling from the orgasm. I had just begun to feel embarrassed from my high-pitched screaming when she started again. "IKU!!!" I screamed again, before dissolving into inarticulate squeaks of lust. I was exhausted and begged Yuka to stop but she continued her assault on my prostate. This was unlike any orgasm I had had before, and I could not stop having it. It was like feeling the power of the first orgasm of your life, but at the hands of a dominatrix who made you have it again and again and again. Finally, she relented and I lay there gasping. I was just about to speak when she turned on the Hitachi wand and held firmly against the side of my penis. The thick rod transmitted the vibration straight to my prostate which was already overstimulated and I began to orgasm again. I thrashed against the restraints, trying to get away from the powerful vibrator, but I was tied too securely. The sensation had long since stopped being pleasant, and it reminded me of one girlfriend would continue to rub the slick head of my penis long after I had orgasmed. Only this was worse than that. When Yuka finally stopped and pulled out the rod, I could feel cum dribbling out and puddling in my pubic area. She released my restraints and pulled off my hood. Yuka was standing over me naked, and then she climbed into bed, cradling my head against her chest like a child. She said she had never seen someone respond so strongly to urethral sounding. Not knowing what to say I softly made my little "Iku, Iku, Iku" voice. Yuka laughed and said, "I've never seen someone orgasm like a schoolgirl in a porn movie either!" Then she slid down my body and noisily slurped up all of the cum that had pooled on my bare skin. Moving back up the bed, she opened her mouth and showed me the load careful not to spill any. Then she put her mouth over mine and passed the cum to me. She told me to hold it in in my mouth. Once I sat up she told me to swish it all around. Then she had me use my tongue to smear it all over the front of my top teeth and then my bottom teeth. Finally she had me open my mouth and use my tongue to coat my lips with cum before swallowing it down. With that, she led me by the wrist to the shower to start my Saturday at 1:00 in the afternoon. The rest of the weekend flew by, and by Sunday evening I was dreading work like a kid returning to school for a new year. It had only been a weekend, but I knew that the job I was returning to was different from the one I left on Friday. Little did I know how different. 22 - Reiko Kobayakawa, Jichou By the time Daniel arrived on Monday morning, I was already seething with anger. News of my demotion to Jichou was spreading quickly throughout Seishido, and even to our competitors. When they weren't deliberately emailing me to rub my nose in my demotion, the incoming emails from my peers subtly talked down to me - telling me to do things rather than asking as they would have before. The only thing giving me pleasure at that moment was knowing the revenge I was going to take out on Daniel. I called Daniel into my office before he even had a chance to sit down and explained to him that although I was allowed to hire a new office lady to replace Rin, headquarters had made it clear that Daniel Tanaka was never going to work for Seishido Corporation again. At first he didn't understand what I was saying, probably because he did not want it to be true. He was going to be our new office lady, with the emphasis on "lady", not some entry level male office worker called an OL. The shock on his face when I explained to him he was going to have to spend the next twelve months living and dressing as a woman was priceless! He objected that he could not do it, too many people would recognize him and he didn't look like a woman. I asked him how many people at our location other than the girl who worked in the lobby knew who he was, did even one of the lab workers that shared our building know his name? He admitted that not one did, but with his usual arrogance he added that all of the "C-suite" executives at headquarters knew him. I replied that neither the CEO, CFO, COO nor any other "C-level" executive of Seishido Corporation had been to our office in years. We might as well be in Siberia, and besides he would be unrecognizable. Then I showed him a picture of him done up as a woman. I had sent his photo to Seishido's Medical Spa and asked what they could do to turn him into a woman without surgery. The photo they sent back was incredible. Collagen would give him fuller, more feminine lips. Face fillers would give him more prominent cheekbones and add fat to his face, making it rounder and more feminine. Botox would freeze muscles in his forehead, making his eyes look bigger and raising and arching his eyebrows. Even without makeup the results were dramatic, and when I showed him the picture of him with makeup he admitted he was completely unrecognizable. Daniel had naturally fine, feminine features including a small nose and ears and no Adam's apple whatsoever. Just a little tweaking, and his masculinity disappeared altogether. He then changed his tactic from "could not" to "would not," and I showed him a letter on Tokyo Police Department letterhead asking Seishido's permission to interview all the male employees working at our location over the past two months. I could see Daniel's heart sink as he read the letter. I acted very serious when I told him it would be better if Daniel Tanaka did not work here anymore, while inside I was laughing that this idiot thought the police would actually do that. I told Daniel we would let the police know he was fired for incompetence but had no personnel issues, and that he had returned to the United States. He asked what good would it do, since he was already on record as an employee and it would look like he had fled. I told him that they were pursuing someone who, to their knowledge, had sent a single used condom in the mail. The police didn't know about the panties or the pictures on Rin's blog - did he really think they were going to drag him back from the US for an interview? Anticipating his next question I said, and if they check your passport and see you haven't left Japan, do you think they are they going to start a manhunt? How many resources did he think they could devote to this single event? All he had to do was lay low for a little while and this would blow over. I could see that Daniel was defeated when he picked up the "After" picture of him with both surgery and makeup and look at it. "All of this is done with injections?" asked Daniel. "Yes, and a little makeup. All of it is temporary and will be gone within a year." This last part was a lie, the face fillers were going to be done using a fat transfer because the results were more dramatic than Voluma and the other drugs. Unfortunately for Daniel, fat transfer face fillers were the gold standard and would last for many years. I added, "All of this can be done on an outpatient basis, under local anesthesia, and in one day. In fact, this day." Daniel looked at me shaking his head and I told him, "Daniel, you have your procedures scheduled to begin at 10:00am this morning at the flagship Seishido Medical Spa here in Tokyo. You should just make it if you order a car service now. If you aren't in that office getting the procedures done by 10:30, I will hear about it and my first call will be to the Tokyo Police. So I suggest you hustle." 23 - Daniel Tanaka (aka Shiori Tsukada), Office Lady I raced up the steps at 10:10, starting to panic that I might be too late. The car ride over had been a crawl and I had been getting more and more anxious as time ran out. I need not have worried, once I burst in the elegant lobby and of the Medical Spa and ran up to the front desk it became clear that this was the sort of environment that people paid a lot of money to be attended to graciously. My own personal consultant, Sora, appeared in an instant to lead me to the back and walk me through what they were going to do. The procedures were as Reiko described them, although Sora suggested using for my own fat for the lip augmentation instead of collagen. Since they were already harvesting fat for the face fillers, it was much better to use my own tissue - less chance of rejection. I agreed to the change and when I asked just how big my lips were going to get, she showed me the same picture Reiko had earlier and said they would be "extremely full, but still natural looking." As I initialed the change away from collagen, I thought it odd the page had my signature approving all of the work, but put it down to Reiko forging it. I considered reducing what I felt was a very large lip augmentation, but fearing Reiko I thought better of it and said, "Let's do it." For the next several hours, I was forced to make small talk as they first removed the fat from my stomach and then injected it into my face. Sora turned out to be a Certified Nurse, and she assisted the Doctor in the procedures. When Sora asked why I wanted to look like a woman, I lied and told her I was transgender and had finally come out to my work. This required me to invent more and more details as Sora was curious about my transgendered life. There was a break in the day once they had removed the fat from my stomach. Apparently the fat cells needed to be centrifuged and some drugs added before reinjection into my face. The drugs were to encourage integration of the cells into my face, but even with the drugs almost half of the cells would die. The dead cells would be naturally flushed away by my bloodstream, but to counter the loss the Doctor would overfill in anticipation of it. As a result of the overfill, Sora told me that even after the swelling and bruising from the surgery died down that I would look a little bit adolescent for another month to six weeks. She said kids and even young teens carry "baby fat" in their faces, and when that fat goes away they have a leaner, more adult looking face. I was going to go through a similar change over the next six weeks. After that, my face should be pretty close to the picture she had shown me earlier. By the end of the day, I was tired from the injections but even more so from constantly lying about my transgendered life to Sora. She gave me post operative instructions, mainly avoiding strenuous exercise for a week, and by 6pm I was back home. Yuka was shocked about my changes, and said she was not happy that I had them done without her permission and would have to punish me. Rather than asserting myself, I meekly asked what kind of punishment and she said it would wait until I felt better. Then she ordered us dinner and we cuddled together in front of the TV until bed. The rest of the week was uneventful. Reiko had given me the rest of it off to recover, and I thoroughly enjoyed the chance to be lazy. I stayed in, slept late and watched TV. I was still trying to lose weight, and took several long walks around the neighborhood wearing a mask and sunglasses to hide my face. Face masks are so common in Tokyo that no one even notices them. My weight was beginning to touch 45Kg when I weighed myself first thing in the morning before breakfast. I was very near my goal weight of 45Kg, but despite a BMI of 16 which was "thin" I did not feel thin. I thought that if I lost a few more Kg that I might look better. My face certainly did not look thin! By Friday, much of the swelling and bruising from the surgery was already gone. As intended, the botox had lifted my eyebrows higher above my eyes and given them a definite arch. Yuka said they definitely made my face more feminine and my eyes looked larger. I thought they made me look surprised all the time, but Yuka laughed and said no. The biggest change was due to the face fillers. My cheekbones were much more prominent, but the overall shape of my face was softer and less angular than before. Yuka said I had the face of a child TV star from Disney; definitely beautiful, but still young enough to carry baby fat. It was true, I had the chubby cheeks of a fourteen year-old Selena Gomez or Demi Lovato. Yuka felt I looked most like a young Brenda Song, but with much fuller lips like Brenda Song after lip plumping. I was really glad that Yuka liked the changes, and hoped it might lessen the punishment she had warned me was coming. When I got back from my walk on Friday afternoon, I found out that it had not. She told me to go to a particular drawer in her room and bring me everything inside. It was a wide, shallow drawer not meant to hold much. Perhaps a panty drawer I thought, smiling. Upon opening it, I found a massive spanking paddle and the smile faded from my face. The heavy oak paddle was well over half a meter long, 12cm wide and over and nearly 2cm thick. It had been drilled throughout with holes to lessen air resistance. This also reduced its weight a little which probably was the only reason I could lift the monstrous thing out of the drawer. There was also some sort of spreader bar/restraints that I could not quite figure out and a note. "You have disappointed me. You belong to me now, and having cosmetic procedures done without my approval is not allowed - I thought that much should have been obvious. For the record, I do not want you to even cut your hair shorter without consulting me first. Now, strip naked and carry the paddle and restraints to me. Do not look me in the eye. Fifteen strokes. You will give me the count after each one, and thank me when I reach fifteen. Be careful in this, or I will start again." Shocked, and nervous I threw off my clothes as quickly as my trembling hands would allow. Ashamed in my nakedness, I went back to Yuka in our living room. I kept my eyes downcast as I approached her, carrying the paddle and spreader bar in front of me like I was presenting her with a sword. As I neared her, I could see she had stripped into a black leotard and was limbering up. I could only see her from the waist down, and as her massive thigh muscles rippled with each movement my nervousness turned to very real fear. I felt the urge to beg her for mercy and tell her that none of it had been my idea, but I felt deep down that speaking at this moment was not allowed. Yuka took the heavy paddle from me and set it on a chair. Then she moved me to the very center of the room. I noticed she had moved the furniture to give herself ample room to work. She attached the spreader bar between my feet using ankle cuffs at the ends of the bar, and adjusted the length so that my feet were wider apart than my shoulders. She then cuffed my wrists to the center of the spreader bar using the attached wrist cuffs. I was left standing with my legs spread wide and my fingertips just touching the floor beneath me. My face burned with embarrassment at being presented naked in this lewd position. The first blow struck unannounced and I tried not to scream, suddenly uncertain if screaming was even allowed. I counted out the first three strokes and by third I was crying. Yuka stopped to spray some icy cold water on my bottom, but what I thought was kindness was proven to be cruelty when the fourth blow hit. The water enhanced the pain, and I began screaming in earnest, begging her to stop. I managed to remember to count, and just barely remembered to say, "Arigato, ademas!" when she reached fifteen. My ass was on fire, and Yuka helped me from toppling over as she released the restraints - my body racked with sobs. I knelt on the floor crying, my face buried in my arms. Yuka applied some soothing ointment to my burning bottom, and helped me to the couch. She sat at one end, and I lay on my stomach with my face in her lap as she stroked my face and hair. After a few seconds, it suddenly occurred to me that I was sobbing, "I'm sorry Mommy, I'm so sorry" over and over again and so I stopped, suddenly feeling awkward. 24 - Reiko Kobayakawa, Jichou When Dani-chan arrived at work Monday morning I was ecstatic with how he looked. The cosmetic injections had made his face more feminine, and taken years off of his looks. Rather than mid 20's, I would have guessed him at mid teens if given a photo of his face. Once again catching him before he could sit down, I asked him to come with me to the parking lot. When we got outside a large sedan was parked waiting. The driver opened the door and Daniel climbed in the backseat, and I in the front with Daniel and I seated diagonally across from one another. The driver and the other occupant were two of the largest men you could find in Tokyo outside of a sumo ring, and I could see Daniel picked up on this right away. "Daniel, I need you to go through some training before you start work in earnest. This brochure should tell you everything you need to know, but first please unlock your cellphone and give it to me." I handed Daniel the brochure entitled "Sister Mary Elizabeth's Reform School for Girls." The school gave girls who may not have had proper upbringing the skills they would need to succeed in the workplace. Classes include: social etiquette, office etiquette, basic-advanced makeup, basic-advanced hair styling, office fashion, basic-advanced business skills. At least that was the Potemkin Village version of the school as described in the brochure I gave Dani-Chan. It did indeed teach all of the topics listed, but instead of the nurturing environment pictured in the brochure, Sister Mary Elizabeth (very much still alive) modeled her school after the Magdalene Laundries she had grown up in back in Ireland. These institutions were all shut down when their incredibly harsh and humiliating disciplines and physical punishments were revealed. Unlike the Magdalene Laundries, however, the product of Sister Mary Elizabeth's Reform School for Girls was not clean laundry produced at virtually no cost using young girls to do back-breaking labor for free. Nor did the School produce "confident, skilled office workers needed for the 21st century" as described in the brochure. What the School actually produced was a 1950s version of "shokuba no hana" or "flowers of the workplace." Mindless, deferential Office Ladies whose main jobs were to look pretty and serve tea. Unfortunately for Sister Mary Elizabeth, the demand for "office flowers" was not what it once was, and so for a sizable donation she agreed to take Dani-Chan as a pupil at her all-girls school. The only caveat was that he had to reasonably pass for a teenage girl. Once we arrived, she was going to insist on a final inspection herself before letting him in. I was a little concerned about this, but I honestly felt he could fool most people and I knew that Sister Mary Elizabeth really wanted the money. Dani's face, already feminine, had turned out perfectly after the surgery. His body was now so thin, almost emaciated, that it no longer masculine or feminine. He just looked skeletal. While Daniel was looking over the phony brochure I used his phone to send Yuka this text, "Seishido is sending me away for a month to a corporate training seminar. I am so sorry for the short notice, I only found out when I arrived at work today. I will be out of touch for the entire time, part of the purpose of the training is to get the employees away from the 'electronic handcuffs' of the cellphone." Daniel handed me back the brochure and said, "I don't understand why you are doing this. I already know much more about working in a business than they are going to teach me." "Dani-chan, you miss the whole point. Office skills you do have, but you don't have any of the skills of how to be a woman. This is a crash course in hair, makeup, and how a woman should act in the office." Daniel glanced uncomfortably at the two goons riding with us, but they sat as impassive as if they were statues. The city turned into countryside, and about an hour later we turned up the bucolic dirt road that lead to the School. I doubt Daniel noticed the height of the fence that somewhat incongruously surrounded the school, and certainly couldn't have noticed it was electrified. 25 - Daniel Tanaka (aka Shiori Tsukada), Office Lady Candidate It was a beautiful day when we arrived at the school. It was a day of bold colors - a few white clouds, passing across a deep blue sky with the bright yellow sun beaming down, the green fields contrasted against the red brick buildings of the campus. "Welcome, Mrs. Tsukada," the nun rapidly approaching the car said to Reiko as she climbed out, "and this must be Shiori" she said opening the back door so I could get out. I glanced at Reiko, and taking my cue bowed deeply and said, "Yes, sister." I did not know that I had just learned my new name for the next two years of my life. "I am Sister Katherine, welcome to Sister Mary Elizabeth's. Please follow me." In moments, we were standing in front of "SME" herself as the students referred to her for shorthand. Her office looked like it might have been decorated in the late 1800s and she looked to be ancient as well, but she carried herself with absolute authority. After I bowed deeply and said I was honored to meet her, SME examined me closely, like she was buying a horse. I was wearing my office uniform from Seishido, and the thin blouse gave her a good look at my build. She seemed satisfied with everything but my voice and said to Reiko maintaining the charade, "Mrs. Tanaka, I will take your daughter, but Shiori-chan's voice is a problem. A botox injection in the larynx can take her voice down to a whisper for a month with no lasting effects. I must say, I insist on it." I desperately wanted the chance to talk to Reiko about this before she agreed to it, but knew that I did not really have a choice. Reiko accepted on my behalf and I left with Sister Katherine to see the school nurse about my shot. Apparently I was not the first man ever to come to the School, because the nurse had obviously done the procedure before. In a matter of minutes, I left her office feeling acutely aware of my larynx. It didn't hurt exactly, but I could feel it inside my throat. After stripping naked and being weighed and measured by the nurse, she handed me a strip of lycra that she called a "gaff" but that worked exactly like my old athletic supporters. I tucked my testicles inside their cavities and pulled my penis back between my legs. The nurse watched me, and I could tell she was pleased I knew how to use it already. I passed from the nurse's office into an adjacent room, still naked. Another nun appeared from behind a counter with my school uniform. It consisted of a plaid skirt that fell below the knee and a plain white blouse with short sleeves. There was a training bra, a plain white camisole and bikini panties for underwear. Penny loafers, black socks and neck bow in the same plaid completed the outfit. The next room over was a salon, and I was given a five-minute haircut without the benefit of a mirror to see myself in. When the cape was removed, I turned to see my hair was now done up in high pigtails and had straight bangs as well. Not twenty minutes after I left Reiko and SME, I followed yet another nun out the back of the building, my arms piled high with all of my spare uniforms and clothing. I heard a car and looked up just in time to see Reiko's car drive past me not ten feet away. She smiled broadly and waved, looking for all the world like a proud mother a little too happy about leaving her daughter at camp. I was taken to a large room full of bunk beds, almost like an army barracks, with a small footlocker where I stored my things. It was lunchtime, so I was then taken to the dining hall where I stood on the slightly elevated platform of the head table. SME stood at the podium, and the room fell silent in an instant. She said, "Shiori Tsukada has just joined our school today. Please do your best to welcome her, but be aware that Shiori has had her tonsils removed and cannot speak above a whisper for the time being." There was a polite bit of applause, and I stood next to her with my hands nervously clasped in front of me, smiling awkwardly. At that moment, I was painfully aware that I was a 24 year-old man dressed in a training bra, panties and a schoolgirl's uniform in front of 80 or so eighteen year old girls. The number 80 turned out to be a good guess, there were roughly 40 girls in each grade at the school and the freshmen and sophomores were dining now. The juniors and seniors would come in immediately afterward. Most of the girls were high school dropouts and ranged in age from seventeen to nineteen. Lunch appeared to be more of a biological necessity than an activity to be enjoyed. The food was institutional, whatever could be easily made cheaply and in huge amounts. More strikingly, there was no conversation. The girls sat and ate in absolute silence. This was very discomforting to me, and it made me wonder just how strict this environment was. I resolved to try to do exactly what everyone else did and not draw attention to myself in any way. Although the students did not speak amongst ourselves, we did respond when spoken to, and the nun at the head of our table seemed very chatty. I was seated directly next to her, and in the silent room she could hear my whispered responses with no problem. During the course of the conversation, I learned that each grade did not take one week, as I had hoped, but a full month! This meant that I would be trapped here not for one month but four!!! After lunch, I had been told to report to my first class, hairstyling. I knew nothing about how to do women's hair, and at this moment I was thankful to be taught it. As class opened, they happened to be going over the types of haircuts at the school. I learned that freshmen, like me, wore our hair in pigtails called "twin-tails, rabbit style" where "rabbit" meant high up on the head like a rabbit's ears. There were also "country" and "normal" style twin-tails where the knots are tied behind and below the ear, respectively. The sophomores wore their hair in double buns situated where pigtails might be, most typically on top rabbit style, although most sophomores wore normal style for a slightly more sophisticated look. The double buns were called odango, or "dumplings", and could also be wrapped or intertwined with ribbons. The juniors wore their hair in a more formal, single bun, tied tightly behind the head and held in place with a wooden pin. The seniors got their choice of any of these styles, and usually combined it with two long tendrils of hair framing either side of their face. I soon learned that the students called this "JAV style" because so many Japanese adult video actresses wore a variation of it. We spent a good half hour working on different types of twin-tails using wigs on mannequin heads in front of us. I was thankful we weren't partnering up yet, because I was terrible at it. I was impressed with the diligence of everyone's work, and everyone seemed to "get it" but me. (I would learn the next day in my makeup class, that the makeup varied by grade as well. Freshmen wore no makeup, sophomores just bubble-gum pink lipstick and mascara, juniors moved to darker shades of lipstick and added eye-shadow, and seniors wore full makeup every day including liquid foundation, lipstick, mascara, eye shadow, blush and powder.) The next class was about basic office environment skills. I thought it would be easy, but as today we were focusing on the finer points of serving tea it was not so intuitive. Still, although there were many small rules to learn (say "shitsurei shimasu" upon entering the room, always serve from the right, "douzo" after handing out each cup) I figured it out as well as the rest of the class and felt a little better after the hairstyles fiasco. (We later spent a week of class learning the rules about how to tell the relative rank of people in the room so as to serve them in the proper order, and then another whole week on snacks). Once again, everyone was working hard and focused with no side talk going on at all. I had gone through some well-mannered classes before, but had never seen anything like this. My last class of the day was a ballet class, and I was soon standing in a room full of nubile young women in leotards. I felt an erection growing and fought against it, but with eighteen year olds doing the splits inches from my face I was losing the battle. The leg warmers we wore came up to mid thigh, evoking thoughts of thigh-high stockings and making the bare thighs above look like something we weren't supposed to be seeing. Some of the busty girls were showing a fair amount of cleavage and some sideboob as well as their breasts spilled out of the side of their tight leotards. Even with my gaff, I felt my erection might be visible, but just then the instructor handed me a skirt to wear made of long scarves that hid my embarrasment. I was relieved when class ended. Even though I was in the beginner's group, I still was the worst of the bunch. Immediately after our last class, we all gathered in front of a big board that listed every freshmen by name. Within moments, the board lit up with some sort of score for each class. It turned out that we were alloted lashes daily if we performed poorly in class, and I had three from hairstyling and two from ballet! This explained why everyone was so well-behaved! It turned out you could get up to ten per class, although hardly anyone was ever given more than five in one class. Still, with five classes in a day you could easily find yourself in double digits! Most everyone quickly filed out as they had no demerits on this first, half-day of the grade, but I had to join the line. The lashes were applied using a rattan cane on the back of your bare thighs, and part of the punishment was the humiliation of bending over a gymnastics horse and grabbing the handles attached at the far end. Your skirt was then whisked up and the cane would almost immediately come crashing down. The cane burned like fire and I had to keep my concentration. Just as I had learned with Yuka, I had to count each stroke and then thank the woman wielding the cane when I was done. I went to the bathroom and flipped my skirt up in the mirror to survey the damage. Each of the five individual lashes was clearly visible on my upper thighs just below my butt. They had been laid on with great care, five parallel lines with no overlap all with in the space of about 12cm. I don't know what they do if you get a bunch of them, it seemed that if they were laid on top of each other the skin would surely break. I pulled down my panties, and I could still see the results of Yuka's handywork with the paddle from the day before. I was not surprised, I had been feeling it all the long car ride out from Tokyo. I heard the door open, and quickly ducked into a stall, hoping I wasn't seen. After a few moments, the girl had presumably checked her face because she left. The bathroom stalls at SME were shorter than normal, and were designed so that although you had some privacy a nun standing right by the door could look down and catch you if you were masturbating. Sex outside of marriage of any kind, even with yourself, was a sin according to the nun's at SME. Although the School did not teach religion at all, they did insist on absolute celibacy, and they were constantly on the lookout for girls trying to touch themselves or each other. The prudes at SME were so concerned about the potential for lesbianism that the girls never saw each other fully naked, and never had the chance to be alone together either. This actually played to my advantage, despite requiring a lot of extra space the showers in the dorm bathrooms had individual stalls including antechambers to strip before and then to dry and get dressed afterwards in privacy. Everyone went off to study until dinner, but I was summoned to the SME's office. When I entered the, ballet teacher was there talking to SME about the erection I had in her class. She continued to talk as though I was no more than a piece of furniture. She seemed to be reassuring SME that she had seen it only because she had been looking for it, and none of the girls had seen it before I put on the ballet skirt. SME said, "Not good enough," and, pressing a button her phone, told the school nurse I was to be put on some hormones to keep from getting an erection again for the remainder of my time at the School. Once again I found myself in the nurses office getting a shot, only this one was much larger and I ended up feeling kind of queasy for the next few days. 26 Mio Kimijima, Therapist Daniel has finally started his transfeminine hormone therapy. He thought he was on hormones to prevent erections, but the shot the school nurse had given him was one I had ordered days before and included estrogens, antiandrogens, progestogens, and GnRH modulators. It certainly would prevent erections, but it was actually the same drug cocktail used prior to sexual reassignment surgery (with a few tweaks of my own). Dani-chan was going to go through puberty all over again! - only this time he was going to get the girly bits. No, we couldn't give him a vagina, but all of his secondary sexual characteristics we could effect: enlargement of breasts and development of nipples, growth of body hair (or lack thereof), widening of hips, etc. Seishido was a world leader in research on this, and using their upcoming products (most were still seeking regulatory approval) I was able to specify the size and shape of Dani-chan's breasts, the size of his areola and nipples, the prominence of his areola and nipples, the amount of pubic hair and body hair and the general shape of his body. If the drugs ever made it through approval, Seishido was going to make a killing on these products. They offered women the chance to have the body they wished they had developed naturally. Only this was natural, no artificial implants or medical devices involved. Reiko had asked that Daniel be curvy, pushing Rubenesque, with voluptuous breasts. She knew he had a big tit fetish from the way he had lusted after Rin, and Reiko wanted him to get what he desired - a huge pair of breasts he could play with whenever he wanted. His areola were to be large, 5cm across, and well defined from the surrounding skin. The nipples would be both unusually thick and long, and so exquisitely sensitive that he should squeal when they are played with. They would be erect more often than not, the slightest cool breeze or impure thought would cause them to stiffen and poke through his blouse. He was to have womanly hips, thicc thighs, and a bottom that would shame a Kardashian. All of which is why I had driven out to Sister Mary Elizabeth's Reform School for Girls, on a Saturday no less. I had to cancel Daniel's anorexia suggestion and get him started gaining weight. Daniel had been starved down to a size 0 to provide a blank slate for the weight (fat) that he was going to be putting on during his second puberty. Now as he gained the weight back, the hormones would put it where it would do the most good. Daniel had lost 10Kg since he arrived in Japan, and a good bit of that was muscle particularly as he lost the last few Kg. Based on Reiko's wishlist and the hormones we were giving him, I foresaw Daniel gaining back the lost 10Kg and another 10Kg besides, and virtually all of it fat. His BMI was going to go from its current slim 16 all the way to a chubby 28. Daniel was lying on the couch in front of me, already deep in his trance and looking adorable in his schoolgirl uniform and pigtails. I had taken a fair amount of effort putting his anorexia suggestion in, and it was going to take some work to remove it. Still, I had some practice in this and it helped when I knew that I was going to have to undo something when I put it in. After I had done what I could about getting Daniel to gain weight, I moved to other things. Daniel mentioned that he was scared of being discovered as a man. I used that to make him act both more and more feminine, to avoid being discovered, and more and more shy, to avoid being noticed at all. Daniel was going to be one blushing little girly- girl. I pushed him to be more submissive and reinforced his attraction to dominant women. He wasn't attracted to powerful men, but he did respect and fear them. As I finished, I arranged for us to have another session tomorrow and a nightly videoconference for the next week or two. Now that I had laid the groundwork in person, it should be sufficient to videoconference, but staying the night in the countryside would be nice and it would allow me to do one more session in person. After we wrapped up, I had Daniel pose for a bunch of pictures in his school uniform. My favorite turned out to be just a headshot with Dani-chan smiling broadly, his hair up in his schoolgirl twin-tails. When I got back to the office, I photoshopped a set of pink braces onto his teeth and sent the picture to Reiko who loved it, saying Dani-chan reminded her of her twelve year-old niece. 25 - Daniel Tanaka (aka Shiori Tsukada), Office Lady Candidate "Tsukada, Shiori." "Hai," I said stepping forward. I forced myself to keep my hands at my sides, and stare straight ahead pretending this wasn't happening. I was being fitted for a bra, in front of a crowd of others, and to make matters worse I needed one! It was Sunday evening, and tomorrow was graduation day. The current group of seniors were becoming "Office Ladies" in the eyes of the School, and were having a graduation ceremony tomorrow complete with diploma. The new Office Ladies all had to purchase identical, navy blue suits to wear to graduation. They served the added purpose of being the perfect suit to interview with upon entering the workforce. The suits, unlike the school uniforms, were legitimately nice clothing. They had been ordered a month in advance, tailored to the individual girl. In fact the newly promoted seniors, who had been juniors just two days ago, were even now being measured for their graduation suits for next month. The suits were very conservative, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing for an interview, and their cut hadn't changed since the 1950s. What the girls all hated about the suits was that they came with a waistcoat and no blazer, a looked that screamed, "Some day I might rise all the way to head secretary!" The School also liked to point out that the suit came with two blouses: one plain to be worn with the waistcoat, a little bow peeking out below the neck; the other a frilly concoction all in satin with ruffles down the front, great billowy sleeves that gathered at the wrist into huge cuffs of lace, and a giant floppy satin bow the same color as the blouse covering half the shirt. The latter blouse was meant replace the waistcoat for casual Fridays, but looked like something Mary Poppins might have worn. In a carefully synchronized process the graduating seniors turned in their old uniforms, underwear and all, on Friday noon; which were then washed, dried, sorted and ironed overnight. At 6:00am on Saturday, the rising juniors becoming seniors turned in their old uniforms and received the freshly laundered senior uniforms turned in just 18 hours before. Likewise at midnight on Saturday night, the rising sophomores becoming juniors turned in their old uniforms for the just laundered junior uniforms. Sophomores were Sunday evening and the new freshmen were Monday at noon. The process required the help of the entire student body, and like every other girl I had spent several hours in the laundry and several more hours ironing this weekend. The entire school spent the weekend dressed in their gym clothes, a white t-shirt and a pair of navy bloomers. The bloomers were basically a tight fitting panty made of thicker material and had been part of the girl's gym outfit forever in Japan. It resembled what a cheerleader wore under her skirt or what a girl might wear running track. It was not designed to be sexy, but it showed a lot of skin. Now it was 6:00 pm on Sunday, and I was with the other newly minted sophomores getting my new uniforms having just turned in our freshmen ones. My hair was already done up in the "twin dumplings" style of the sophomores. We had all done each other's hair as soon we were allowed on Friday. I was standing in the same supply room where I had received my freshmen uniforms a month ago, but now I was being processed as part of the class of 40 rising sophomores and there was a line out the door. Inside the room there were "only" five other girls watching me stand, topless, as the bra fitter first measured me and then called out "C70." This was equivalent to a 32B in US measurements, which I knew because I had become obsessed with growth of my breasts over the past month. I had been given a training bra, essentially no cup, when I arrived here a month ago and I had gone up two full US cup sizes since then. My friends were all happy for me that the "boob fairy" had finally paid me a visit after all these years. I feigned happiness, but was dying of shame inside. I was a full grown man, why did I have tits? The nurse told me I was reacting strongly to the hormones, and that they breasts would go away as quickly as they came when I stopped taking them. I was skeptical, what about all the excess skin? What about my nipples, which had doubled in size? The fitter was handed my bras from the back room and she helped me into one, going so far as to hook it in back and then adjust the cups for me. She was known to be quite "handsy" and most of the girls suspected she was a lesbian. She then opened a cabinet and returned with two silicone gel inserts, that I was required to sign for. With a lot of boob manipulation and groping, she finally was able to position the gels in my cups to her satisfaction. After adjusting the bra straps, she declared it a good fit and I got to move out of the spotlight before my face turned redder. My nipples had just gone erect from the stimulation, and I could not leave the room fast enough. I knew that the silicone bra inserts were coming, but was still surprised when it happened. All of the students from sophomore grade on were padded up to a Japanese D-cup (US C-cup) unless they were already that size or bigger. When I asked why, my friends told me that the "office flowers" from Sister Mary Elizabeth's school all had a certain look. It was part of the school's brand. The freshman uniform was so shapeless, that it kind of made sense to not use the falsies, but that changed with the sophomore uniform. Although at first glance I had thought the sophomore uniforms were the same, the skirts were a good 4cm shorter and the blouses much girlier with princess seams to emphasize the bust and thinner material that gave blurry glimpses of what lay underneath. The skirts lost 4cm each grade until the seniors were wearing a miniskirt that hit mid-thigh. The blouses also got more feminine, the juniors wore frilly satin blouses identical to the "Mary Poppins" blouse that came as the alternate blouse of the graduation uniform. The daily blouse for the senior girls was so scandalous that the school required them to wear camisoles on graduation just to protect the public from them on graduation day. A virtually transparent white material with tiny polkadots, the senior's blouse was designed to show the wearer's lingerie off. The senior girls wore white lace bras underneath, and the effect was stunning. The SME brand was on full display at graduation at 8:00am the next day. I was hungry, having been called to SME's office for a meeting with her that never transpired but that did cause me to miss breakfast. After sitting outside her office for an hour, I was released to go straight to graduation. Everyone was tired, having continued cleaning and ironing the freshman uniforms late into the night or early in the morning (depending on your shift) for their arrival at 10:00am today. Nevertheless, everyone was showered, made-up and wearing freshly pressed clothes. Thanks to a lot of falsies, everyone sported at least D-cup breasts (US C-cup), and the seniors were padded at both ends. Underneath their wool skirts, virtually all of them wore padded pantygirdles to pull in their tummies and enhance their butts. Like the pantygirdles Reiko had sent to me at my apartment, they had large silicone gel inserts that felt just like the real thing, and not just to the wearer! As they paraded one-by-one past we undergraduates to the tune of Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance", the first thing I noticed about each graduating Office Lady was her face. The only place I remember seeing so much makeup was on girls selling cosmetics in a department store. Heavy foundation, dark eyeshadow, dark red lipstick, mascara, blush and powder. Each one had exactly the same, old-Hollywood glamor makeup. The hairstyles differed only slightly, with some allowance to what suited the individual's face. Still, nearly all had piled their hair high on their head in an elaborate bun, leaving the nape of the neck completely bare. This was combined with bangs and long tendrils of hair framing the face on three sides. With each step their heavy breasts bounced and fell, slowed but not stopped by their substantial, full-cup bras. Their new bras were designer versions of the practical bras the seniors wore, with cups that encapsulated the entire breast to reduce jiggle, wide bra straps to keep from cutting into shoulders, and wide side panels and four rows of hooks in back to relieve strain. They were also pretty, with an elaborate lace applique on the cups to display through thin blouse material. Lastly the bras were sexy, designed to lift, separate and present each heavy breast as a gift to the men in the office. Even the unpadded bras made your boobs look larger and held them out from your chest high and proud. As the graduates passed where I sat, I could see their perfectly oval fingernails were painted a dark red with a hint of berry to match their lipstick. I was close enough to hear the "shhhk, shhhk, shhhk" sound of their sheer black nylons rubbing against their lined skirts and the "click, clack, click" of closed toe black pumps against the sidewalk. The pumps had a 5cm heel height just bordering between professional and sexy. The smell of their perfume, again the same for each girl, would tug at my head to follow her as she walked away - the vision of a tight navy skirt rolling over big firm buttocks slowly retreating. The ceremony was brief and by 9:30am, the seniors had left and the student body was busily helping to process the incoming freshmen. As I lead a new freshmen to her bunk, it occurred to me that I had missed all of this by just two hours the month before. I reflected back on a month spent making and serving tea, practicing makeup and hair, walking in heels while balancing a book on my head, practicing my smile, learning to flirt and when to draw the line. Basically learning everything one needed to be a demure office flower. After a brief gathering where the freshmen met the sophomores, everyone went to the dining hall which is just when I caught up with everyone one month ago. The freshmen and sophomores dined together and had gym classes together but rarely saw the juniors and seniors, who were on slightly different schedules. The freshmen in their pigtails and without makeup looked ten years younger than the graduates this morning. The hair and the makeup were a good part of the difference, but so was their weight. The girls told me that despite exercising every day, the average girl gained 10kg during their four month stay at the school! The cheap, carb-laden food was part of it, but the rumor was they drugged the water somehow to make you gain weight. No one had any evidence, but pretty much every girl gained at least a cup size along with several inches around the hips and butt. I wondered if this was part of the SME school brand - the 1950s vintage office flower with heavy makeup, a deferential personality, and a voluptuous figure. For me, I was right on track with my weight gain, about 2.5Kg over the first month. It is so strange, I spent months fighting to take weight off and now that I am gaining it back I just can't seem to care. Before lunch began, I was called to report to the nurses office. This was frustrating to me, as I was ravenous after missing breakfast. The nurse said that my voice had begun to come back, and that I needed another treatment. It was worrying when she started an IV in my arm and more so when she asked if I had eaten anything since last night. I confirmed that I had not, and had just begun to focus on her choice of the word "treatment" instead of "botox shot" when I blacked out. It was night when I awoke in the school's sick bay. A nun I did not know was hovering over me, and gave me some ice chips to swallow. She said I had my vocal chords "treated" and that I should not speak for a few days. I motioned for a notepad, and wrote, "what was done? why not a botox shot?" She replied that they had used a laser to alter my vocal chords and may make my voice higher. In a few days, I would be able to have my first conversations in a month without whispering. The school was run with such stifling discipline that I had hardly missed my voice. I wrote, "reversible?" and she said not only was it reversible, the effect would only last for a year at most. I relaxed at that, and she told me to try to get some rest. Although I could not eat solids, she could offer me a milkshake. Ravenous, I nodded my head vigorously and chose vanilla, but when it arrived I drank only half. The cold creamy drink felt nice on my throat, but I was a little nauseous. At first I assumed it was from the anesthesia, but I realized I had felt like this once before - they had given me another hormone shot! I tried to confirm this with the nun, but she had disappeared and I tried to fall back to sleep. 26 - Reiko Kobayakawa, Jichou Scanning my email, I am pleased to see the weekly update on Dani-chan from Sister Mary Elizabeth's. Opening it, I first go to the video montage that is always included. I smile as it is clear that her life continues to be an endless series of makeup, hair and etiquette classes. The video cuts pretty quickly: curling eyelashes in front of a vanity mirror, fixing another girl's hair into a bun, sitting under an old fashioned salon hair drier while doing his nails, making tea, serving tea, washing cups, dancing in a sparkly leotard and heels, still dancing now with four other girls, now they are singing! Dani's new voice is perfect - the high pitched giggly chirp of an excited J-pop idol! Next they are role playing, and a girl dresses as a man grabs Dani-chan's butt as she is bent over. Dani stomps her foot and shakes her finger at the "boss" in a display that would discourage no one. The video ends all too soon, and I replay the part of Dani singing again and again. She clearly has lost herself in the moment, and is flirting with the camera in a playful, feminine way that seems natural to her. I look at "Shiori Tsukada's" progress report and see she continues to be a model student. Although not experienced in many areas like makeup, hair and dance, she also had developed no bad habits to undo. She pays attention and learns quickly, her work effort paying off in the quality of her her results. I smile at Dani-chan's success like a proud mom and laugh at myself. Her weight gain is excellent and the hormone's seem to be pushing it into all the right places. Her breasts and hips are already bigger than mine, and although I keep myself fashion-industry thin it is clear that Dani-chan will soon be fighting the boys off with a stick. With that pleasant thought, I close the email and get back to my work, which lately seems devoted to fighting our groups absorption into Strategic Planning. Preventing that and dealing with endless inquiries about Daniel from his roommate Yuka Mikimoto are the bane of my existence. 27 - Daniel Tanaka (aka Shiori Tsukada), Office Lady Candidate Another month, another bra fitting. I find myself standing naked in the uniform supply room once again, the same nun playing with my boobs. "D70" she shouts to the back, confirming I have gone up another cup size to a US 32-C. I was not surprised, I have been spilling out of my old bras for a fortnight, and the past week it had gotten so bad a friend had started calling me "muffin-top." It was a relief to put on the new bra. I was still acutely embarrassed to have my bare breasts out in front of others, even though the half-dozen girls in the room with me were topless as well. I had tried not to look around, but curiosity always got the better of me. Even from my cursory glances, it was clear that although my breasts were about average size for the room, my nipples were bigger in every way. My areola were much bigger across than the others, and mine were topped by exceptionally thick and prominent nipples. The nipple size difference made me feel self-conscious, and so I welcomed my new bra. Also, I had grown used to having the support of a bra and it felt awkward with my heavy breasts rolling around with every movement. Despite the fact that I was now an old hand at putting on my bra, the nun insisted that she help. She spent an inordinate amount of time fiddling with my breasts inside their cups and adjusting the straps just so. Like most of the girls at School, I had come to the conclusion that this nun got her jollies feeling us up while she adjusted our bras. No one was bold enough to accuse her of anything, however, and I have to admit the bra did fit perfectly. Also, having reached a natural Japanese D-cup, I no longer had to wear silicone pads to enhance my breasts. Lucky me! I paused to pull on my t-shirt and gather my new uniforms and exited the bra fitting as fast as I could. I left the supply room carrying my junior uniforms with my nipples fully erect and jutting through my t-shirt. Fortunately the junior bras were pretty thick, with the plain inned cups covered by a second layer of ruched pink satin and topped with white lace. Despite my excitement I had no signs of an erection, and I was beginning to worry about the long- term effects of all of the hormones I was on. I had been reassured multiple times that my penis would operate normally once I went off the hormones, but it seemed awfully small when I had the chance to see it in the shower. Also, despite being surrounded by half naked young women just now, I found my greatest desire had been to leave the room as quickly as possible. Since it was graduation weekend, I was dressed in the gym uniform of t-shirt and bloomers and was doing laundry virtually all day and all night. To celebrate being a junior, I had put my hair up in a single elegant bun on the back of my head. The bun was wrapped in a braid and it had taken me ages to get perfect, so I wore it like a proud junior even though it didn't match my casual gym outfit very well. The sophomore grade had passed quickly. Most of the classes were direct progressions from freshman grade, basic makeup became intermediate makeup and so on. Only now I was pretty well caught up with the others, and I did not receive nearly so many lashes. Also, it had been nice to have a voice again, and although it was not my voice it had grown on me. The first time I saw the videotape of me singing in J-pop class, I had been stunned at just how pretty my new voice was! I hardly got to use it, however, the school allowed precious few opportunities to have a real conversation. Nevertheless I had made one real friend, a freshmen named Asuka who had really opened up to me. She was working in the School office for her volunteer hours. (We all had individual volunteer hours to contribute to the school. Mine were mostly earned keeping the cosmetic supply cabinet organized. This was over and above school-wide volunteering like laundry/graduation weekend.) Putting Asuka near the computers was dangerous however, because she was a hacker of highest caliber. She hadn't let on how insanely fast she could type so that she could do her work in half the time and then just relax. Once they started leaving her alone, however, she used her extra time to probe the school's network instead. She told me she had hacked into it and had seen some things that I wouldn't believe, but that one day she would show me. It was nice to have a friend, and I felt excited to be a co-conspirator even though I had no idea what she meant by "things I wouldn't believe." I told her she could call me "Dani-chan" and she smiled and said, "call me Hachi, after my favorite hacker". The one bummer about becoming a junior was I wouldn't see much of Asuka again for a whole month until I was a senior and she was a junior due to how they divided the School. Or so I thought, because a week or so into my junior grade I received a note to report to the school office. The note directed me to a small room I had never been in before, and when I opened the door Asuka pulled me inside. "Dani-chan, we have very little time. Come see this!" She pulled me into a computer and I found myself staring at an old-fashioned facebook page. At he top of the page was a head-to-toe picture of an SME girl posing in a bra, panties, a pair of sheer black thigh-high stockings and 10cm heels. There was her name, IQ, GPA, age, height, weight as well as her bust, waist and hip measurements. As I scrolled down, there was a headshot of her sucking on a dick, her lips closed tightly around it, and her eyes staring into the camera. At the bottom was a third picture of her smiling open-mouthed at the camera, displaying a massive load of cum coating her teeth and tongue. I scrolled down to the second page and, other than the girl, it was the same as the first. Same underwear, same poses, same smiling mouth of cum. I glanced down at the page count, 42, the same number of girls as our last graduating class. Asuka said, "This is why SME graduates are so popular with employers, they brainwash us into having almost no inhibitions toward sex. These facebooks are sent out to prospective employers all over Japan as proof the girls have been trained and are easily receptive to sex." "You mean they make us want to have sex all the time?" I asked. "No, your body is programmed to want sex much of the time naturally. This is more like lowering your resistance to the urge. Imagine if saying yes to sex was as trivial in your mind as saying yes to a piece of gum. Your boss may not be that attractive and it will probably wreck your career, but all your mind says is 'hmmm, I am a little horny today' and two minutes later you are bent over his desk." "So what can we do Hachi?" I said, glancing nervously at the door. For two students to be found alone together, it meant a lot of lashes. "I know they are drugging the girls somehow and brainwashing them using headphones. I don't know how they administer the drugs, but the headphones are the ones you are about to start sleeping with. Take these, but don't get caught with them, they are a prohibited item on campus." With that, Asuka shoved me out the door; our whole interaction lasted less than three minutes. Trying to act natural, I walked out of the office before opening my hand to find a pair of flesh-colored foam earplugs. I stared, they seemed little defense against getting brainwashed with drugs. A few days later I was competing to be one of the tea hostesses when it hit me - the drugs! - it had to be the tea ceremony. A big part of every ceremony was winding up with exactly the same amount of tea in each cup at your table. Also, the special ceremony for juniors and seniors required each person to raise their cup and drink down their tea individually while being scrutinized by the whole table. To spill or leave any was disrespectful. The juniors did this every Tuesday night and the seniors every Thursday night, both just before donning their headphones and going to bed. The headphones were supposed to be some thought cleansing white noise new academic mumbo-jumbo, but Asuka had shown me their real purpose. When Tuesday evening came around, the juniors gathered together in the dining hall. We were already in our pajamas, a stodgy floor length nightgown seemingly designed not only not to tantalize, but to prevent even the possibility of sex. The tea was meant to be a happy time, but I was still anxiously trying to choose my best chance of not drinking it: pretend to drop it, spill it, try to choke on it somehow? I had gotten pretty good at forcing myself to breathe at the wrong time and choking on water, and had decided that was my best bet. When the tea was handed to me, however, I found myself staring directly into the eyes of Sister Mary Elizabeth herself! Why was she here? She must know! I had no time to think, and before I could come up with an alternative I swallowed my tea and gracefully set down my cup exactly as I had been taught. I recognized the feeling almost immediately, this was Mio Kimijima's tea! She had been drugging me all this time! The girls were told to bus their teapots and cups to the kitchen immediately and head straight to bed. By the time I reached my bunk, it was clear why they had rushed us off to bed. The girl on the bunk next to me sat with her hands about a foot from her face just staring at them, her mind blown. I had slipped in my earplugs before the nuns came around to help us with our headphones. Despite the earplugs being tan, I could see them in the mirror when I had tried them on earlier. To hide this, I dabbed a little pancake makeup over them that made them nearly invisible in my ears. I noticed each girl lied down immediately once her headphones were on, and I did my best to mimic them. I drifted off to the sound of whitenoise. I awoke to the sound of a voice enunciating loudly and clearly, "You love to do what your boss tells you. Making your male superiors happy, makes you feel happy too. It makes you important. Disobeying your bosses makes you feel sad and worthless. If you displease your boss, you will feel sick to your stomach. The feeling will build and build as long as you displease him, and soon it will be a stabbing pain." Hearing these descriptions reminded me of some of my own experiences. No wonder I could never say no to Reiko-san, or Senma Kasuga or even to Ema, my trainer. She had said it would displease my boss and I crumbled! I had surely been brainwashed! I glanced around and it was clear that everyone was still in a trance. I noticed that many seemed to be mumbling the words we were being told, and I remembered to fake that if needed. But why was I the only one awake? Somehow it seemed I had been spared the trance. And why could I hear the voice enunciating so clearly? I surreptitiously felt inside my headphones and found that the pancake makeup had allowed the earplugs to slip out. Clearly it had not been the earplugs that saved me, why wasn't I being brainwashed? I lay back and listened to the words drone on and on until I finally fell back to sleep. All of the other juniors awoke feeling refreshed and talking about how amazing they slept after the tea. Me, I felt like I hadn't slept at all, but I did my best to fake it. It was Asuka who figured out my mystery, "The drugs, you had built up a resistance to them. After all those sessions with your therapist, your tolerance for LSD must be sky-high." She went on to tell me that I should not discount the earplugs, they may have helped out for the first few critical minutes before they were dislodged. Asuka explained that the therapist must first put the subject into a suggestive state, usually called a "trance" by laypeople. This can take considerable time at first, but once a suggestive state is achieved it is much easier to call up again and again. Asuka thought that a high tolerance for the drugs, possibly helped by the earplugs, prevented me from being put in a trance. She gave me another pair of earplugs, her own as it turns out, although she wouldn't need them until next month. In return she asked if I could steal the used tea leaves after the next ceremony. I told her I thought so, and next Wednesday I was able to pass her a ziplock bag of wet tea leaves. She was going to chew them like tobacco to try and develop a tolerance to the drug. The headphones were a nightly fixture at bedtime from then on, only the messages became darker and darker. At first they mostly told us to be sunny office flowers, happiest when we were busy doing what we were told. Then the messages turned to how worthless we felt when we weren't busy, the pain of disobedience, and how we desperately needed constant affirmation from the boss. Desire for approval of our work soon became desire for approval of our appearance and ultimately a desire just to be desired. We were being programmed to be desperately lusting after our bosses and to be devastated if they weren't giving us frequent sex. Asuka had been right about lowering our inhibitions to sex, particularly with our boss, but they were also stoking us into a sexual frenzy that could only be satisfied by our male co-workers. Husbands, boyfriends, those guys at the gym - they were not as handsome, sexy or powerful as our male co-workers. The boss, of course, was the best of all! The voice told us that the type of sex we wanted was whatever the boss chose! Our needs were not important, but it was critical for the good of the company that the boss reach orgasm. How can he lead us with all the tension and pressure unless his loyal office flower provides him some release? If he wants to fuck you, great! If not, you are sucking his dick for the good of the company, it doesn't matter if he doesn't reciprocate. Touch yourself while you are sucking his dick, you will orgasm knowing you are helping the company and it will be exciting for him to watch as well. Be sure to swallow every drop of his cum and thank his dick by sucking for at least an extra minute at the end. Make a show of swallowing it; your boss's cum is delicious and you should let him know! If he wants to try something kinkier, maybe he wants anal, be encouraging. Keep a disposable enema bottle and a syringe of lubricant locked in your desk in case he wants to try. Someday when he is feeling down, bring up the idea of anal sex yourself and see how happy it makes him! To further reinforce the pleasure of having sex with your boss, the juniors were now given egg vibrators and 20cm long dildos complete with bulging veins and wrinkled testicles that they could only use when having hypnotic sex with their boss. After being denied release for two months, the positive reinforcement of an orgasm kept the girls daydreaming about their future bosses throughout the next day. These very young girls who had never known sex toys were blown away by the power of an egg vibrator on their young clits. Pretty soon they were adept at lodging the egg deep inside their pussy, up against their g-spot, while simultaneously rubbing their clits with one hand and deep throating the dildo with the other. All of this pleasure went to reinforce the ecstasy of imaginary sex with our bosses. Every girl did her best to learn to swallow the entire dildo, and most were able to lick the testicles once they had reached bottom. I am ashamed to admit that I was one of the best, having been forced either to practice along with the others or be discovered. It was just the second headphone session when I realized all of the girls were laughing in unison. When it happened a gain a few moments later, I knew I better join in. Mostly it was clear from the voice what the proper response was, but I also became adept at mimicking the other girls. Soon I was rubbing my "clit" and faking an orgasm along with their real ones, and when blowjob instructions started I played along with everybody else. "Take the penis and lick the tip with your tongue. Make sure you lick it all the way around several times. Now use your tongue to trace up and down the length of the penis. Next time you reach the top, suck the entire tip into your mouth. Wrap your lips gently around it and flick the tip with your tongue inside you mouth. Make a tube of of your mouth and allow the penis to slide in a few inches before slowly letting it slide back out. Before it pops out of your mouth, do it again. And again. And again. Try to go a little deeper into your throat. If you gag a little, that is ok. It lets the boss know you are trying hard to make him happy. If you keep trying, pretty soon you will get rid of this gag reflex and be able to swallow him all of the way down. The boss will love that! Ganbatte!" The dildos had a suction cup base, so a few days later our blowjob instructions began with us sticking them waist high to the post of our bunk beds. As I knelt on my knees, I could see an entire row of heads bobbing up and down in front of me. I succeeded in swallowing the entire dildo and licking its testicles with my tongue. After a few more sessions, we were again told to use the suction cup to attach our dildo to our bed post, but this time about 50cm off the floor. The voice then told us to make ourselves wet by playing with our nipples and egg vibrator, before proceeding to have the girls fuck themselves doggy-style on the dildos. I had to fake this by rubbing the dildo along my crotch, but I looked down the row to see a half dozen girls on their knees with their nightgowns hitched up backing themselves onto the dildos. They were new to doing this, and it took a little trying to get the right position, but "Oh!" their faces when they felt them slide in. Those big dildos felt so good, you could see them go full aheago as they impaled themselves. Although the nightgowns weren't sexy, the naked girls emerging from the bottom of them certainly were. Some of the girls were so vigorous in their fucking that their tits would come into view, the whole nightgown was by then bunched around their shoulders. Even with those beautiful tits slapping back and forth while hanging down doggy-style could not get me erect. I was going crazy for some release, and being surrounded by beautiful young girls masturbating was only making it worse. My nipples were incredibly sensitive, and if my penis had any game left at all it should have been easy to cum, particularly given the surroundings. The nuns, however, had tricked me into a third hormone treatment just last week and nothing would give me an erection. In desperation, I took some vaseline from a supply closet and concocted a way to give myself an enema using a discarded water bottle. Just before bed I squeezed the water from the bottle up my anus several times, refilling it until the water I expelled was clear. When the time came for us to mount our dildos I backed slowly into mine, guiding it into my anus. At 20cm the dildos were longer than any cock these Japanese girls might encounter, and they were also very thick. I had to slowly work the tip of it against my anus, playing with my nipples to relax my rosebud before the tip finally slipped in. I continued to gradually ease the massive dildo inside me until I could feel it nudge my prostate. By changing the angle of attack, I could either push the tip directly into my prostate or allow it to slide past into my rectum. I let it slide past, and continued gradually working myself on the dildo until I felt its balls against my ass as I bottomed out. Now I began to take deep strokes against the dildo, sliding forward and then pushing back on it, loving the feel of the bulging veins massaging me inside. Soon I was moving back and forth with vigor, my big tits slapping with every stroke. After fucking myself for a few minutes, I changed my angle of attack and assaulted my prostate directly with the tip. The feeling of my prostate being stimulated so strongly instantly took me back to my experience of being sounded by Yuka. I rocked my hips back and forth, on the edge of an orgasm, and felt the tip of the dildo rubbing directly on my prostate. A few seconds of this and I erupted into a powerful orgasm. "IKU! IKU! IKU!" I cried and I could feel my body spasm. The orgasm was like before with Yuka, rather than a single event it just seemed to roll on and on. Instead of ejaculating, cum dribbled out of my cock but once it started it lasted for a good 30 seconds. It had been months since I had an orgasm, and my cum formed a big puddle on the floor beneath me. It was non-stop pleasure for as long as I kept massaging my prostate, but the pain of getting over stimulated kept rising and rising. When I was finally able to force myself to stop cumming, I slid off the dildo and lay down trembling on the floor by the puddle. With the nuns constantly patrolling the room, the only thing to do was to quietly slurp up my cum and remount the dildo. I was so backed up that I came two more times. After that experience, I started enjoying "headphone nights" as much as any of the girls. By the time senior grade came, I was a happy office flower, well-fucked and content. 28 Sister Mary Elizabeth, Headmaster I shuffled through the security camera files until I found the footage of the upcoming seniors being fitted for their bras; then I fast forwarded to Shiori Tsukada and turned up the volume. I smiled as I watched him shyly try to cover his breasts, still acting like a fourteen year-old embarrassed by the onset of puberty. Sister Mary Anne called out "F75", which made him a 34DD in the US. It also meant that Daniel Tanaka, American male, now had larger breasts than 99% of the women of Japan, his new confederates. Watching Sister Mary Anne grope all of these young girls was disgusting, but she knew where all of the skeletons were buried at the School so she kept her favorite job, and I had to admit I found Daniel's discomfort amusing. Struggling to keep a straight face, Daniel was clearly aroused as his turgid nipples betrayed him. Daniel put the straps of his new bra over his shoulders and leaned forward a little before gathering the weight of his heavy breasts in their cups. Sister Mary Anne helped hook him in back, and then adjusted the straps until his bust jutted forward from his chest. These bras were feats of engineering: full cups designed to encapsulate the entire breast, 2cm wide shoulder straps to spread weight out, 10cm wide side panels for side support, and four rows of hooks in the back also to help distribute weigh and stress. Despite the functional design the bras were still pretty, with a lace overlay covering the cup that would show through a sheer blouse and add texture to a tight one. The bra cups had a seam across the middle and another seam straight down from the middle, giving the cup and breast a slightly conical shape - not a bullet bra, but evoking one. The bra was designed to lift the wearer's breasts impossibly high on their chest, before separating them and presenting them to the world. The look was far from natural, too firm and perky to be possible, but with very large breasts on a small frame like Daniel has the effect on men was devastating. I watched him scurry from the room hiding behind the pile of new uniforms he carried, then watched the scene again. Daniel, like all transgenders, was an abomination, and I was only too happy to take his mistresses' money to watch the little boy suffer. I brought up another security file of him deep throating his dildo, and laughed as he simulated irrumatio with abandon, throat fucking himself like the other girls. What made it particularly enjoyable was both knowing that he thought was fooling us and also knowing that he wasn't gay and this must be humiliating to him. With his third dose of SRS hormones we had permanently eliminated Daniel Tanaka from the gene pool - he would never produce viable sperm again. Now to complete the task of ridding the world of this half-man/half-woman we must help him complete his transformation. The physical transformation of Daniel Tanaka into Shiori Tsukada was almost complete. All Shiori lacked at this point was a uterus transplant and she would be all woman. The mental destruction of the proud man that had been Daniel Tanaka was nearly finished as well. The shy, giggly personality that is Shiori Tsukada had grown more and more evident over the past three months and is now perhaps already the dominant personality. Daniel does not realize the danger in assuming a role 24/7 for months at a time; you can lose yourself forever doing that. At this point, it would not take much to destroy Daniel permanently in favor of Shiori, and the upcoming interview practice sessions would be a great chance for that. Each and every one of our girls has a mock interview with a real businessman to help them prepare for the world they face upon graduating. Fortunately, there is a health resort nearby where companies spend huge sums to have their fat, stressed-out executives lose weight and lower their blood pressure. The executives do not like the resort's salt-free diet of vegetables or its exercise regimen, and they used to complain bitterly about having to go there. Now, however, no one complains. The executives get a blowjob from a beautiful young woman and they can brag afterward that they volunteered to help our young ladies begin their careers with some "interview training." Most of these generous souls would be willing to volunteer every day, but we require a week gap between interviews so these aging executives can fulfill their part of the bargain. Of course a little Viagra helps as well. The resort tells me they are booked months in advance, and everyone seems to want to stay for at least two weeks. The girls never seem to have clear memories of the interviews, however, and that is because we have brainwashed the girls first to flirt with their interviewer before giving him a blowjob and swallowing his cum and then forgetting the whole experience. There are three benefits from this. First, it allows us to get a series of pictures with which to market the girls to employers: full body shot in underwear; a mid-blowjob closeup; and a post-blowjob closeup displaying a mouthful of cum. Second, these incriminating photos are also useful in controlling our graduates should it prove useful later in their careers. Third, it completes their mental transformation from aspiring secretary hoping to become manager to humble office flower to be used as men see fit. All of our students come with aspirations of an important business career, and despite every degradation so far, a few of the seniors still harbor hope that they will amount to something. Being used and degraded by a man in as real a business setting as we can make it snuffs out that last glimmer of hope. It is for the best really, none of these girls will rise above Head Secretary. It is better they recognize now that office flower/comfort woman is all they will ever be rather than waste time trying to better themselves. Daniel and his friend Asuka have already figured out what really happens in the interviews, and they have a scheme of how Daniel can get out of it. Unfortunately, Daniel has no more chance of avoiding his interview than Asuka has of avoiding being hypnotized - which is to say no chance at all. 29 Asuka Aoi, Office Lady Candidate My plan to keep Dani-chan from "interviewing" was a simple one - he was never scheduled for one. With roughly 40 girls in each class, the nuns relied on the computer printouts that scheduled the interviews to keep everything straight, if a girl got skipped they would never notice it. It was easy enough for me to edit Daniel out of the interview schedule, but considerably harder to defeat the automatic checks and balances designed to keep someone from getting skipped. Ultimately, I managed it and when the interview schedule came out Shiori Tsukada was missing from it. There was a slight risk that a nun might count the interview slots, but I thought that was unlikely. There were a lot of interviews to schedule and only four rooms for them, and so they would begin tonight - just one week into the grade. This would allow them to be conducted every weeknight for a full two weeks, with graduation week available for a few stragglers due to illness or an extra large class. Also, like picture-day retakes, a girl might have to go a second time if her photos came out badly. The need for retakes had become very rare, as they now used 8K 60fps video cameras to film the entire session and just plucked out three frames that met their needs for the still pictures. It certainly made it easy to get the girls to look at the camera without being told; put the camera in the right position and take 10,000 pictures. Problem solved! This also allowed them to begin archiving the videos for future leverage against the girls. Not surprisingly, the businessmen were never shown. I'm sure the executives were told where the cameras were located, and with the tight closeups on the girls' faces, it would have been easy to avoid them. As planned, I ducked into the bathroom and Dani-chan was waiting for me. Since I was now a junior, Dani-chan and I were back on the same schedule and it was easier once again to meet. "I already checked the stalls, they're empty," said Dani. "I think something has gone wrong, I was added to tonight's standby schedule." "What do you mean added? Did they post a new schedule?" "No, one of the nun's told me a standby wasn't feeling well, and she asked me to do it. What do you think it means Asuka?" It was difficult to tell if this was chance or enemy action. The timing was definitely suspicious, but the truth was that every senior had to fill a number of standby slots. Even Dani-chan was scheduled for a standby slot since I thought it was risking discovery to leave her off of another schedule. The standby slots worked exactly as they sounded. Every night there were four interview candidates and four standbys. The standby job was easy, you simply waited in a room near the interview rooms in case a girl missed her interview. You received a volunteer hour for standing by, and they even showed anime on TV in the standby room, a rare treat. The odds of a standby actually being needed for an interview were vanishingly small, but apparently the downside of an executive not getting his promised blowjob (the School's network had several mentions of the "Honda Disaster") was so great they had a full set of four standbys each night. "I don't like it," I replied, "but we don't really have any choice at this point Dani-chan. It still may be nothing." Just then, the bathroom door opened and our conversation ended. Dani- chan left and I paused to wash my hands so that we were not seen leaving together. As I washed, I realized that I hadn't had the chance to ask her about some consultant I was scheduled to meet with this afternoon named Mio Kimijima. Probably another of the terrible network administrators they kept bringing in. 30 - Daniel Tanaka (aka Shiori Tsukada), Office Lady Candidate "Shiori, please come with me," said the nun. The four of us in the standby room all turned in surprise, and I stood and followed the nun. Visions of me on my knees in front of a distinguished businessman, my mouth wrapped around his penis leapt into my head and I started to panic. My concern lessened as we walked passed the nearby interview room, but rose again as we traveled further down the building and into SME's office. As I stepped into the office, I was roughly grabbed and put into a chair by the same two goons that had brought me to the School with Reiko three months ago. I found myself staring into the smiling face of Sister Mary Elizabeth herself. "You and your friend Asuka have been up to some naughty things," said SME, and she turned a monitor towards me. On screen Asuka was lying on a couch in front of my therapist, Mio, explaining in detail how she had tricked the scheduling system to leave my name off of it. It was clear Asuka was in a trance. She was completely relaxed as she confessed to everything we had been up to, and she happily agreed to write a whitepaper on how she hacked into the School's network. "I don't like people like you," SME said, the smile fading from her face. "Making a mockery of God's design with your transgender nonsense. I would love to provide you with the operation you crave and transform you into a woman, rather than the disgusting half-way point you have become. Since that is not within my power, I can only offer you one of the experiences of womanhood that you have missed. Your friend Asuka is about to suffer a terrible fall, and although she will survive, the head trauma will leave her intellect a shadow of the computer genius we all know. She will probably be employed putting pencils into boxes if she can still count that high." "Now, unless you want that to happen, you will be a model student for the remaining three weeks starting now. You will return and take the standby interview that has just opened up; I believe you know what to do." With that SME waited until I nodded my agreement, and I was lead out of the room. SME was correct, I did know what to do, having listened to the instructions over the headphones time and again. I entered into a dressing room, found the promised shopping bag labeled SHIORI TSUKADA in black marker and stripped out of my senior uniform. I put on a ruffled black thong that barely concealed my gaff, and rolled on black thigh-high stockings with wide lavender grips at the top to hold themselves up. I hooked the black bra in front of me and then spun it around before pulling the straps over my shoulders. The bra was an old fashioned bullet bra, and once I adjusted it properly my breasts jutted out like twin cones from my chest. The sheer cups had a spiral wire that compressed my boobs, and thrust my nipples, clearly visible through the sheer material into the points of the cones. A nearly transparent white blouse did nothing to hide the black bra, and you could clearly see my pink nipples poking through the thin fabric as well. I pulled on a tight miniskirt that barely covered the tops of my stockings and tucked in my blouse. Stepping into high heeled white pumps, the outfit was complete. Stopping at the mirror just long enough to freshen my lipstick, I stepped into the interview room just on time. A middle-aged man rose to meet me, and after bowing to each other we sat across a desk and made the usual small talk that began an interview. As soon as he turned the discussion to my business skills, it was my cue to use the catchphrase, "Before I answer, would you mind if I said that I find you very handsome?" After that, it was moments before I had lost my skirt and blouse and was standing in front of him in my underwear and heels. I stepped aside to check my appearance in a floor mirror, and turned a little raising one heel and using my upper arms to squeeze my breasts from the sides, making them appear larger. I smiled into the mirror and "CLICK" went the camera in my mind. I returned quickly to the executive who had moved to my side of the desk. I knelt on a long narrow cushion, conveniently lying on the floor to protect my nylons and to provide my mark for the camera. As I unzipped the executive, I could feel Daniel inside me screaming "No!", but he was not in charge. I pulled out the cock and found it already half erect. It was already a good 10cm long, and I felt lucky to have been given such a beautiful toy to play with. I circled the tip with my tongue several times before engulfing it with my mouth. It was definitely a turn on feeling it grow in my mouth as I held still for a moment. I began to suck the cock and moved my lips further toward the base. After bobbing my head like this a few times I pulled back to admire the now fully erect tool in front of me. It was a good 20cm long and it was thick as well, almost identical to the dildos we had. I looked up into the eyes of the businessman and smiled at him. I took the tip in my mouth and slowly deep throated its entire length, never breaking eye contact. I could feel the thick head travel through my mouth, pass the bend at the back and then proceed deep into my throat without a hint of gagging. Without pulling back off his cock, I slid my tongue out underneath his balls and licked them each for several seconds. When I came up for air, I smiled at him again before taking his cock back into my mouth. This time I stared straight ahead across the room as I bobbed my head back and forth. Another imaginary "CLICK" and picture number two was down. I took his huge balls into my mouth, first one and then the other, and spent a long time rolling them around inside and licking them. Moving back to his cock, I worked a steady rhythm while he reached down and groped my boobs. I felt the touch against my nipples and groaned in real pleasure. He responded by tweaking my nipples, making them so hard they were throbbing. I felt him begin to tense up, and shortened my strokes so that the tip of his penis stayed in my mouth. This allowed me to use my hands to simultaneously jerk him off into my mouth, and seconds later he shot a huge load. I smiled up at him, opening my mouth as wide as possible without spilling it. I made sure to stare directly across the room as well, with the thick cum slowly threatening to spill over my lower lip. "CLICK" went the third shot, and I closed my mouth before I lost a drop. Again looking the businessmen in the eye, I slowly and deliberately swallowed the load of cum, licking my lips after at its delicious taste. Finally I sucked on his still hard cock for another minute before showing him the drops of cum I had gathered. I then kissed tip of his dick and looked him in the eye as I thanked him for the interview. 31 - Reiko Kobayakawa, Jichou Driving out to Dani-chan's graduation, we were all so happy, it felt like old times. We had successfully fought off Strategic Planning's attempt to integrate us, and our star seemed on the rise again. The other three execs and I were in the back of a stretch limousine, laughing, talking and passing around an i-Pad; each making our case for Dani-chan's best blowjob performance. My personal favorite was when the executive got so excited he grabbed Dani-chan's head and started wildly fucking it, finally pulling it close so she could not rise off of his cock when he ejaculated. When she finally was released to breathe, Dani-chan said, "Oh my god, you totally just came down my throat." Then she mock frowned at the businessman before sucking him clean. The others were split between the businessman who ejaculated so hard that cum blew out of Dani-chan's nose and the one who moaned so stangely before sitting back on the desk that I think he may have had a heart attack. That video certainly ended abruptly. In a move reminiscent of "Groundhog Day", SME had arranged for Dani-chan to have "interview practice" every day for two weeks straight. To make it even harder on Dani, his friend Asuka was the one who told him each day that he had "suddenly" been placed on the standby schedule. It was clear that Asuka had been brainwashed, and didn't remember telling Dani- chan the exact same thing the day before. So poor Dani has to stand there each day for two weeks and act surprised for the sake of his friend as she speculates whether they have been caught and what it means. "Yes!" I laughed at the i-Pad, "you have been caught and it means Dani- chan will be on his knees sucking dick again tonight!" After exiting the limo, we found our seats and soon enough the sounds of "Pomp and Circumstance" came across the grandstand. We had brought binoculars, but it took us awhile to pick out Dani from the others. None of the girls could be described as fat, but most all of them were "thicc" as the Americans say and Dani-chan was one of the thiccest. He seemed quite happy, a natural smile on his face as they walked down the aisle in their identical navy suits. I called out "Dani-chan" and he waved enthusiastically back at us, his breasts jiggling with each step and each wave, clearly excited we were here. As she passed, my gaze followed, her enormous buttocks rolling powerfully under the tightly stretched skirt. As tight as the skirt was, he must be wearing a thong or his gaffe because there were no panty lines in sight. After the graduation ceremony, Dani-chan asked if I could take his picture with his friend Asuka. They smiled and made little hearts with their hands for the photo. Asuka seemed a bit lost and confused, no doubt a shadow of her former hacker self. 32 -Shiori Tsukada, aka Dani-Chan, Office Lady I am sitting primly at the edge of my seat in the center of the Seishido R&D office, my posture perfectly straight, my hands never leaving the keyboard, not a sound coming from my lips. If it sounds like I am a model secretary, don't be fooled. Although I try to be a good office flower, I still frequently get into trouble. Today, I have been talking to much with Yuka on the phone and so: I have a giant, cherry red ball gag strapped into my mouth; my wrists are on short chains attached to the armrests, with just enough slack to use the keyboard and mouse; my posture is mainly due to the steel boned corset I am cinched into and I am at the edge of my seat because ankle cuffs are forcing my feet up and back uncomfortably beneath me. My hair is up in a bun, so the gag and its black leather strap are visible from all directions. Long dangly chandelier earrings brush my face with every movement and never seem to quit swinging. My apricot skirt and waistcoat, white blouse and white pumps are company issue as is my adorable apricot bow. For underwear, I have on one of my white bras from school - the one from senior grade that is straight out of the 1950s and that holds my breasts up unnaturally high and out. Even though I was fitted with them just two months ago, these 75F size are too tight and I am sure I need at least a G cup and maybe an H. The white corset I have on I actually wear everyday now (I have several of the same). It reduces my waist by 6", but it takes Yuka 10 minutes to lace me into each morning and can leave me a little lightheaded. I have on a white thong with a pretty ruffle around the waist, a suspender belt and thigh-high white stockings. Due to the way my legs are bent back, the garters and stocking tops are showing beneath the edge of my skirt. I spend much of each day working in exactly this position, although I frequently am released to use the restroom, to serve tea at meetings, and as other work requires it. The ball gag usually doesn't stay in long because it requires the executives to answer their own phones and they don't like that. Although the underwear isn't exactly regulation, I haven't heard any complaints. Reiko is considering switching all of my underwear to black because it looks sexier, but I don't know what we would do if someone from headquarters showed up unannounced. Black stockings aren't regulation and a black bra and corset under a thin white blouse is a look that some would call slutty. At present, if I am "tied up" when someone arrives, the receptionist up front alerts us to the danger, and we delay buzzing open the door to our department until I am literally rolled into the nearest executive office. Once hidden, I can be left there or released as needed to come make tea. If I wore black underwear, they probably would have to make their own tea; I smiled - God! I would love to see Reiko have to make her own tea! In addition to my daytime corset, I have another that I wear at night. Reiko keeps giving me mixed messages regarding my body, I am kept corsetted day and night in the name of figure training, but every day at the office there is an endless parade of fatty, carb laden food for me to eat. My trainer Ema used to give me three bento boxes each day with maybe 1,500 Calories between them. Reiko has me on a meal service with more like 1,500 calories per meal! She loves to dress me up on occasion in a stretchy white mini-skirt that emphasizes my huge butt, my fat thighs clearly visible spilling our over the tight stocking tops. I have been talking with Yuka a lot because we are fighting. She has a hard time forgiving the way Seishido has treated me, and even though she knows its not my fault she says she can't accept it the way I have. More specifically, she can't accept the fact that I have accepted it, she wants me to be angrier, more of a fighter like her. Also, our sex life is different now that I can't get an erection. I have to admit that I miss that as well, even though my prostate orgasms are still fantastic. Yuka told me that it is time for me to move out. After I moved out of Yuka's place, I lived in a dump by the office for a few weeks when one day Reiko approached me at work. She told me that Corporate no longer hated our department and she was allowed to bring Rin back, but only if she gave up our Office Lady. I realized she was firing me! After she calmed me down, Reiko said that Corporate didn't want to fire me, but Shiori Tsukaida was going to have to find an open position within Seishido. Reiko said she not only had found me a position, but she knew I hated my apartment and had found me a new place as well. Reiko had a friend in accounting, Mao Hamasaki, who she met during training when she joined Seishido long ago. Not only did accounting need an Office Lady, but the woman and her husband were looking to sublet a room over their garage. On my Office Lady salary, even this modest sublet was too expensive, but Reiko said if I helped with the housework they would give me a break on rent. I could even get a free ride into work every day with Reiko's friend. Reiko is very persuasive and I agreed to the job and the apartment despite a couple of known issues, and I would soon discover many more. First, the job was at headquarters which I knew ahead of time but only later began to think of how many people had met Daniel Tanaka and might yet recognize him. Reiko laughed out loud when I voiced this concern but I still lived in fear for the first weeks in accounting. One day, I was taking shorthand for a senior executive that had met Daniel when I felt sure I had been made. The executive kept staring at me and just as I thought he was going to point at me and say "Daniel Tanaka" he reached out and put both hands on my breasts! I was too shocked to cry out immediately, and when I didn't he took it as encouragement. He had timed his attack perfectly, it was late on my first Friday at headquarters and we were the only ones around. He had asked me to stay late, and the only problem I had foreseen was the expense of having to take a taxi home. Instead, I was soon squatting in my high heels in front of him with my legs spread wide, trying not to put a run my stockings. My skirt had ridden up, and my panties were clearly visible between my fleshy thighs. He had coaxed me out of my waistcoat and blouse, and I sucked his cock in my bra and corset. Unfortunately, this became a weekly event for us! Second, although I was currently assigned to accounting, like the girl I replaced my position was actually with "floating office support", which once upon a time was called the typing pool. I was one of the lilac uniforms, the lowest of the low. Although my old apricot uniform meant nothing good or bad at Corporate, lilac uniforms were barely more than office supplies. I pictured Seishido's Purchasing Department calling up the local trade school and ordering a "gross of lilac uniforms" for the upcoming year. Japan is still a very sexist culture, and we lilac girls endured a level of sexual harassment not seen since the "Mad Men" era. If I wasn't outright on my knees sucking a dick, I was laughing off someone grabbing my breasts, being pulled into a lap, or both. Third, I soon found out that Mao was kind of bitch. She had never risen very far within Seishido, and I could see why. I was not "getting a ride" into work every day, I was chauffeuring Mao in her crappy Prius under strict orders not to talk to her so she could get work done. I had to call her Hamasaki-san, even outside the office, while she referred to me as Dani-chan (which I had never resented until now). Unfortunately for me, Mao was perceptive too. When I came to her office the second Friday and told her I had to work late again with the same executive, Mao picked up a banana, peeled it and began fellating it! all while looking me straight in the eye! As I fled her office Mao laughed and shouted, "Don't work too hard". Fourth and worst of all, although the housework was easy, my work hours forced me to clean the main house in the evenings or on weekends and Mao's creepy husband Shigeo watched me all the time. Soon he was "accidentally" bumping into me and then outright groping me. When I finally complained to Mao that her husband was touching me she replied, "Yes, I can see that, I'm not blind. Why don't you quit being such a cocktease and help him out with a blowjob, or do you only suck off people at Seishido?" When I refused, she gave me a whiskey she had secretly spiked with Xanax to calm my nerves and two hours later I was jerking Shigeo off. Handjobs lead to blowjobs, and a month after arriving to me sleeping in his bed every night. It turns out Reiko had clued them into my backstory before I met them, and they had known my situation all along. Although Mao and her husband were still in their late thirties, she was done with sex while he was making kinkier and kinkier requests to "spice things up." Shigeo was more than willing to give a ladyboy love slave a try while Mao was equally happy for me to fulfill her wifely duties. In fact, my wifely duties soon included anal, and I took to giving myself an enema and injecting some lube as soon as we got back from work each day. I wore some 1950s style house dresses while cleaning, and it was not uncommon for him to flip up my dress and fuck my ass right where I stood. As long as Mao didn't see it, she was happy not being bothered. Then, after about a month of living as Shigeo's side-wife I accidentally overheard Shigeo plotting with Mao how best to get me to have gender confirmation surgery. Shigeo apparently wanted me to add a pussy to his list of options and turn me into "a proper three car garage." He went so far as to suggest blackmailing me with revealing my identity. I crept out of the house and back to my apartment over the garage and called Yuka for a shoulder to cry on. We started hanging out again, and discovered we still really liked being together. We have been on a few dates so far, real dates with her picking me up for dinner and maybe a movie. We haven't even had sex, although Yuka has kissed me each time she drops me back off at home. Also, she moved the arm rest up from between us at the movies so we could snuggle and I felt her grope my boob. Later that night, Yuka hinted I might move back in. Of course if she tells me to, I'm going to say yes. BACK TO THE PRESENT 33 -Shiori Tsukada, aka Dani-Chan, Office Lady I look around Kasuga Senmu's office and realize I have waited for her for so long that the sun has set outside and everyone has gone home. I go back to my desk and text Yuka if she can pick me up. She replies my timing is perfect, and that she is not too far away. As I mentioned Yuka and I are dating again, and it is nice to be treated special. I notice my neglected chocolate mousse cake still sitting there, and I finish it off in two big bites. We drive back to our old apartment, and on the way I can't help but pry Yuka with talk about our relationship and where we are headed. Being the "man" of the couple, Yuka hates conversations like this so I have to tread lightly. What has been bugging me recently is if Yuka still thinks I am pretty with all of the weight I have gained. Ultimately, I drag out of her that she has always been attracted to girly girls. She likes her partners to be as feminine as possible, both in how they act and in how they look including a curvy figure. She tells me that she is more physically attracted to me now than ever. I ask her if she would still like me if I had sexual reassignment surgery, and she says yes, especially if it would allow me to orgasm as a woman. Finally I ask her how she was ever attracted to anorexic Daniel Tanaka and she replies, "I don't know. I guess I just love you," and I'm so happy I can't help but start crying. When we arrive, Yuka explains how she is going to take it out on my prostate for forcing a relationship conversation on her. I go to the bathroom, nervous as a schoolgirl, and improvise an enema with a disposable water bottle. I rinse myself until the water out runs clear, and emerge from the bathroom to see Yuka standing naked, a dildo jutting from her pelvis. I recognize it as a Realdoe, a dildo with a stout thick plug designed to lodge in the Top's vagina, while the other end is a realistic looking cock for the Bottom. Yuka was even more ripped than I remembered her, and when she saw the lust on my face she smiled and flexed her arms and popped out her sixpack. Yuka ordered me down on the carpet doggystyle. Like all of her muscles Yuka's Kegels are like iron, and she was able to grip the Realdoe so hard that it felt to me like it was part of her. She knew just how to work my prostate, and I was so hot for her that I was screaming "IKU!, IKU!, IKU!" in moments. Yuka needed much longer to reach orgasm, and soon I was a blubbering mess. I could not stop orgasming and after about 30 seconds it became uncomfortable. I was reminded again of that old girlfriend who used to rub the slick head of my cock after I came in her until I couldn't stand it anymore, but again decided that this was worse. By the time Yuka pulled out of me, it was all I could do to crawl into bed and curl into a ball. Yuka spooned around me, and we went to sleep. Yuka drove me to work and I felt wonderful, basking in the glow of our renewed love. I was wearing the same clothes from the day before, but I didn't mind and since it was a uniform no one noticed. The day took a turn for the worse when I drove home with Mao after work. She was mad that yesterday I hadn't called her that I was being kept late by Kasuga Senmu, mad that I had a life outside of catering to her and Shigeo, and generally just pissed off that I was happy. When I got home, Shigeo joined in the attack and I fled to my room over the garage. When I called Yuka for moral support, she soon hung up and I thought she had dismissed me without caring. An hour later I heard shouting and came down to find Yuka beating the absolute piss out of Shigeo. Police were called, Yuka was arrested, and once things had settled down Reiko was called to work out an agreement. It turns out Yuka was not unknown to the police, and if Shigeo and Mao pressed charges she might actually face jail time. Reiko called the four of us separately and asked each of us what we wanted. Yuka and I both wanted me to be rid of this horrible couple and for me to be free to move in with her, we also wanted to keep Yuka out of prison, and for Reiko to relinquish her control on my life. Reiko asked me how I felt about gender confirmation surgery, and I realized that asshole Shigeo still wanted me to have a pussy installed just so he could fuck me! Yuka was so angry, she wouldn't consider it, but I already knew I wanted the surgery. The fact that Shigeo wanted me to have it made me want it less, but I still wanted the surgery. Finally, we came to the agreement that I would have gender confirmation surgery immediately, and would serve Shigeo and Mao as their sex slave and maid, respectively, for a period of one year after I was healed. It was particularly degrading to me that the one year term of service would begin when Shigeo popped my cherry. Yuka and I would be allowed to continue to date, but I could not stay over at her apartment. I literally had rules written up like a teenager: home by 11:00pm on weeknights, midnight on weekends; if work or home performance declined dating privileges could be suspended; no sex with Yuka (good luck enforcing that one); etc. the list went on and on. In return, the charges against Yuka would be dropped and Reiko would release her mental and legal holds on me. Things move very quickly, and almost before I knew what was happening, I was recovering in the hospital having received a uterus transplant and then back at Yuka's apartment healing up. I got cards from Reiko-san and the girls at Seishido R&D which I appreciated, and one from Yuka which I treasured, and one from Sister Mary Elizabeth that said "Finally!" that I threw away. A few weeks later, I was back in the bedroom of the main house at Shigeo and Mao's with my legs in the air fulfilling my wifely duties every night. The surgeons had done a great job, and I loved the sensations of being fucked. I could have both G-spot and clitoral orgasms, and got wet easily with just a little foreplay. Which is good, because "a little" was all the foreplay I ever got from Shigeo, and I grew to despise the feeling of his cum dripping from my pretty new pussy, or down my ass, or down my face for that matter. EPILOGUE So for the past two months, every day has followed the same routine. I wake up in my sheer babydoll nightie, Shigeo's dried cum on my bare pussy, face or tits. He won't let me leave the bed after he ejaculates, and if I want the cum out of pussy I have to scoop it out and swallow it. Sometimes he prefers to cum on my face or tits and have me rub it in. By the morning, I reek of the musky smell. Like me, Shigeo's unwashed cock smells of old sex. I know because my first task of the day, even before peeing, is to give Shigeo a blowjob. The horny goat still gets morning wood on most days, so that gives me a headstart. It takes Shigeo a little while to wake up fully and reach orgasm, so my head is usually bobbing up and down on his dick for 30 minutes or so. He always does reach orgasm, however, and fills my mouth with cum which I am required to show him before gulping it down. I tried sneaking out without waking him once, but he woke up and caught me as I was getting dressed. As punishment, he had me kneel and blow him almost to orgasm. Then he ordered me to stand up and pull down my panties so he could jerk off into them. With his thick roaps of cum covering the inside of the front panel and gusset, Shigeo then had me pull up the panties and rub them hard - smearing his hot cum all over my pussy. I had to go to work like that, and no matter how much I tried to mask the smell with perfume I smelled like old cum all day. By now I am usually running late, and so I hurry to shower and get dressed in my bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and 7cm white pumps. Shigeo helps me put on my corset, and he takes the job very seriously. I grab hold of the lacing bar hanging from the ceiling and Shigeo begins tugging at the long laces methodically. Stopping momentarily to even out the laces, Shigeo works and pulls until the wrinkles disappear from the side panels and the fabric gets taught. By the time he puts his knee in my back and ties me off, the stretched satin of the fabric is under such tension that it is smooth and gleaming. Shigeo slaps my right butt cheek to let me know he is done, and sets my ass wobbling. I once again find myself limited to quick, shallow breaths and resign myself to breathing like this for the next ten hours. I stop to check myself in the mirror and sigh. Despite me being fifteen years younger, Mao and I could be sisters. In fact, whenever we see someone Mao knows when we are out shopping Mao introduces me as her older sister from out of town and no one ever even blinks. To start with I am carrying 20Kg too much weight, and although my thighs, ass, hips and tits are huge so are my belly, upper arms and chins. My hair is done up in a retro style that I thought would look cool but really seems like something June Cleaver would wear. My makeup is far too heavy, as though hiding my age, when at twenty-five I really have nothing to hide. Mao also has given me a pair of little old lady reading glasses on a chain that I am told to keep on my face. When I look in the mirror, I see a middle aged librarian peering over her glasses looking back at me. I have tried accessorizing with colorful earrings and bangles around my wrists, but everything comes across as aging woman trying hard to look younger. After a silent drive to Sheishido headquarters with Mao, work is always the same mix of word processing, data entry and sexual harassment. It has been so long since I used my mind that I no longer even absorb what I am typing, I just type it. Mao goes to great lengths to get me assigned to the men in accounting who are the most "handsy" and not a day goes past without me being groped. After I complained a few times, management came to the conclusion that I was "encouraging it" and I was the one punished. So now I no longer report it, and the harassment just gets worse. In addition to my standing date with a senior executive for a Friday evening blowjob, I have had my breasts groped, ass squeezed, thighs stroked and been forced to give a number of handjobs and even one titfuck (boy did I reek of cum after that). Also, Mao will occasionally punish me by making me wear a remote control vibrator into the office. It slides inside of me and rests against my G-spot, then curls around to clamp directly on top of my clit. Once Mao made me cum so hard with it that I dropped the tea I was about to serve, which was just as well because I think the buzzing may have been audible. A quiet drive home with Mao, and I strip to my underwear and administer an enema and lube in case Shigeo wants to have me that way. I put on my French maid's uniform and even higher heels and start cleaning the bathrooms. Shigeo has left out a couple of medicines I haven't seen before. Googling them reveals they are a generic Viagra and something designed to increase the potency of orgasm. Reading further, by "potency" the company means it will drastically increase the quantity of your ejaculation - up to tripling it! No wonder Shigeo has been cumming like a fifteen year-old lately, this morning I swallowed so much cum I thought to myself, "he must have been drinking glue." After about an hour of cleaning, I inevitably find myself in a room with Shigeo watching me, then groping me and finally dry humping me. I know that if he fucks me now, I will have a difficult time getting him off tonight. He won't let me sleep at night until he ejaculates into me, so I try to discourage him now to make it quicker later. As usual, Shigeo is having none of it and soon I am leaning back on the couch while Shiegeo pistons his cock into my mouth. I am nothing but a warm, wet tube as he is fucking my throat, and his balls are slapping against my chin with each stroke. He decides to give me a facial, and shoots thick ropes of cum all over my face. He then orders me not to clean it off until he gives me permission. I stop to look in the mirror as I am cleaning and see cum dripping down my cheeks and nose, across my lips and onto my chin. After I cook and serve dinner, we generally watch TV as a family with me sitting on the floor like a dog at Shigeo's feet. I do have to clean my face and retouch my makeup to perfection for Shigeo before bedtime. Weekends are mostly the same, although instead of going to work I spend the whole day in my maid's uniform. I sigh again as I put on my vintage look babydoll nightgown and climb into bed. Three orgasms a day times roughly 300 days left to go equals another 900 loads of Shigeo's cum. I do get to have a date with Yuka each weekend, and I am excited because I have an actual poodle skirt and angora sweater to wear out to Harajuku this weekend. I even have a new bullet bra to wear underneath for the "twin missile cones" look. Yuka is going to wear blue jeans, a white t- shirt and a brown leather jacket. EPILOGUE 2 Today is a sad anniversary because instead of being released from servitude to Shigeo and Mao as planned, I am sitting at the kitchen table pumping my breasts as Shigeo stares in lust. It turns out the reason Mao was always such a bitch was because she could never have children, her eggs would not implant in her uterus. Well, they implanted in mine just fine, and now I am carrying triplets! The good news is Mao has transformed from a horrible cunt into a really nice person and we are fast becoming friends. That is not to say I don't resent the fact that I was forced to begin a nine-month pregnancy with just three months left on my sentence to Shigeo and Mao. Reiko ruled they had control over my body until today, however, and so here I sit three months pregnant and already lactating. I have agreed to carry the babies to term, because I am not a monster, but as of midnight no longer have to have sex with Shigeo. I am lactating not because it is time for it, but like so many things over the past year, because Shigeo wanted it. He gave me prolactin and had me start pumping my breasts a month ago and now I produce two bottles every four hours all day long. My swollen boobs even wake me up 3:00am each night to be drained. Mao told work I am lactating early due to a hormone disorder, and I am given time to pump myself there as well. Other Shigeo requests included a formal "impregnation ceremony" where I dressed in Mao's old wedding dress, my huge tits hanging out over the top, and was "married" to and then fucked by Shigeo while Mao officiated. Of course the real impregnation came when they unfroze some eggs that had been gathered from Mao ten years previously, fertilized them with Shigeo's copious sperm, and after four days implanted them through a tube up my cervix and into my uterus. Although the doctor suggested two eggs, knowing odds are that one would fail, Shigeo insisted on implanting four hoping to get twins. Instead, we got triplets and at three months I feel like I am already getting big. Speaking of big, between the pregnancy and the lactation my breasts have swollen all the way to an L cup, the same size as my old crush Rin Kajika. You can Google her if you want to see how big I turned out. So sometime six months from now I will give birth to triplets, and with their birth I will finally be free. Reiko asked me to wet nurse the babies for six months, and the lactation consultant at the hospital insisted mother's milk was best for them, so I have a solid year of lactation ahead of me. Right now though, Shigeo is fascinated as he watches my thick nipples get sucked 5cm into the breast shields of the nursing pump, squirting milk that drips down into the attached bottles below. I can see by the look in Shigeo's eye that I also have at least two more turns with him before midnight, perhaps three.