American Geisha 2                    by: Paul G Jutras

 

John and Sarah were American citizens who had to move to Japan when the business that John worked for relocated his job there. The two waited at the airport for the son to arrive of the morning plane and join them.

"Where is he?" John said, looking at his watch. "The plane should of landed by now."

"They're coming out of the gate now." Sarah said as they saw young Mark with an ice cream cone. With a smile, John shook his hand and they group headed out to hail a taxi cab. They soon found themselves at their apartment in their stocking feet, and slippers as was the Japanese custom.

"At least this country doesn't go in for tipping." Mark commented about how his dad didn't tip the cab driver. He then went into his bedroom and found a fish pond in the floor near his head. He giggled at the cute it was.

As John and Sarah went out to dinner, Mark started going through his mother's wardrobe. He tried on a sleeveless dress his mother had bought with an oriental design and slit up both sides. He checked to see if his stocking seams were straight with the make up mirror one had to knee on the floor to use.

"Mark, you should of come with..." John started to say as his parents stared in shock at how feminine he looked. "So this is what you've been doing in the dorm while we got things set up over here. If this is what you want, you can just go to school as one."

With that John phone the school and had someone come over to pick up his male uniform and replace it with a female sailor suit one. With a brief case looking school bag his mother fixed his long hair and make up. She was instructed how women in Japan don't speak unless spoken too and honor their elders. He was also instructed that while walking to and from school to always walk three feet behind any male peer.

"So much for my plans to take my son to his first Geisha House this weekend." John muttered as his wife soon learned that women weren't allowed there. "Best start teaching him tea ceremony and flower arranging."

The first week of school went by without any problem. One Saturday, his parents took him to a hospital where he was given breast implants for the time being while hormones started to reshape his figure. "You'll look great in swim class, but we have to make you look good for the hot springs and public baths."

Castration wasn't what Mark wanted, but his mother gave him no choice. Both she and his father figured if they were to have daughter, they'd have a proper one. The bandages from the operation not only restricted his legs and caused a hip wiggle in his step, but also gave him more of a feminine hip to look at.

"How's it going Miko." Sarah said, using Mark's new Japanese female name.

"Not bad." Miko smiled. "I'm glad that dad still allows me to wear pants when I want to. I love the wonderful oriental skirts and dresses, but kneeling on the floor with them can be a pain at time."

"I prefer the pants too." Mark's mom chuckled. "I've had more time to get use to dresses when we entertain or go see your father's Japanese boss. You'll have to dress up to the next time such an event happens."

"Yes mom."

"Speaking of which." Sarah said as she leaned against the apartment paper wall and ran one foot atop of the other. "We need to get you some outfits. Time to go shopping."

The two went to a local shop and Mark couldn't believe how expensive women clothes could be. He enjoyed their mother/daughter outing just the same. Mark was so exhausted when he got home, he striped to his panty hose and put on some silk oriental design pajamas. His sleep was brief as he rolled over into the fish pond and was awaken with a splash.

Having grown up and been raise in the Japanese ways, Mark became more feminine than he thought possible. When he was old enough to get a job, his parents got him a brunette wig, sushi shoes and a kimono so that he could work inside of a geisha house. He was well use to sitting on the floor on the heels of his feet. He learned to serve the food, sing the songs and fully entertain the visiting men to the house. Something Mark grew to love.

THE END

 

 

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