American Geisha               by: Paul G Jutras

 

It was a madhouse in the America to Tokyo trans-Atlantic flight airport. Bret and Paul were running

late and shoved their way to the airport crowd to gate 13. They managed to board the plane just as they were calling final boarding. Paul seat was right next to a flight dressed in navy color uniform, hose and heels. After the plane took off, the stewardess took off both her seat belt and her heels.

During the course of the flight to Japan, Paul made several hits on the dark hair young lady but didn't get any where with her. As they disembarked on Tokyo International Airport, Paul saw the young lady with a portable phone in one hand and rubber her sore stocking foot in the other. Paul was about to hit on her again when Bret grabbed his arm and pulled him outside to a waiting taxi cab.

Bret was all business. The two went to their meeting at Mr. Nakajima house and Paul found himself attracted to Mrs. Nakajima as they knelt on the floor, around a table. When Bret was finished, he caught the next flight back to America. Paul; however, choose to stay on a little longer.

He went to a local pizza place and had squid toppings on the pizza. On his way back to his hotel, he

Saw Mrs. Nakajima on her way back from the market. "You know, Mrs. Nakajima it would be good for your husband business if we got to do each other better."

"If you dishonor me, I will have to kill myself." She spoke softly so only he could hear.

"I'd never do anything to dishonor you, but I hear you are raised to please a man and do what is best for your husband's future."

"Yes." She said with a secret smile. "That is true."

With the kids in school and husband at work, Paul got into Mrs. Nakajima bed with her. The made mad passionate love like Paul had never known before. So intense was it that Paul blacked out. While out cold, Mrs. Nakajima took the medallion off her kimono. As she touched it to Paul, he began to shrink. A pair of breasts appeared on his chest and his penis pulled back into his body. She then touched herself and started to grow. Her hair shortened and her chest went flat.

"I've always long for the freedoms talk about in America." The new Paul spoke, getting use to the new deeper voice. "Now you get to learn the ways of the Japanese, my little Geisha."

Slipping into Paul's clothes, the new man headed off to the airport and caught the next flight out to American. The former Mrs. Nakajima was very smart and listened well during the business meet. She could easily run Paul's part of the business. Maybe even better than he had ever dreamed of.

When Paul woke up, his dazed eyes looked over his surrounding. Remembering where he was, he tossed the covers and quickly swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was about to get up when the jiggling of his new breasts caught his attention. Going to a mirror, he was shock at the powdered and painted face starring back.

"This can't be happening!" The new Mrs. Nakajima screamed in a high pitch voice. There was a note written on the nightstand:

DEAR PAUL:

THANK YOU FOR THE ONE NIGHT STAND. IT WAS SOMETHING NEITHER OF US WILL EVER FORGET. I WILL DO YOUR LIFE JUSTICE. THOUGH DON'T EXPECT TO BE THE WOMANIZER BRET ONCE KNEW. I HAVE MY FREEDOM AND YOU GET TO KNOW HOW GREAT JAPANESE WOMEN HAVE IT. DON'T WORRY THE SPELL OF THE MEDALLION I TOOK WITH ME, HAS GIVEN YOU FULL KNOWLEDGE OF THE JAPANSE LANGUAGE, MY FRIENDS, AND THE PLACES I GO LIKE THE MARKET. YOU'LL HAVE NO TROUBLE.

KATRARAMA

Much to Paul's surprise, he grew to love cooking and cleaning. When the morning sickness started he wondered if it was his new husband or his former self who was the true father. Not that it mattered. As he sat with his legs in the stir ups at the doctor's office, the idea of being a mother somehow pleased him. He didn't even ask about the medallion when he saw Bret and his former self return on future business dealings.

Sometime later, Mr. Nakajima wondered why Paul would send his wife a wedding photo of himself and some woman he didn't know. The real Paul knew her as the flight attendant on the international plane. Paul smiled at the fact that they were both happy.

THE END

 

 

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