An Exchange Student 2
by: Paul Jutras
Since people asked for a 2nd story of this and the mannequin site I write asked me to do a story I thought I’d see about re- writing this for a miscellaneous transformation mannequin story.
In what was a typical peaceful block, there was one menace. 28 year old tomboy Samantha Jones. On spring break from collage the sounds of her skateboard headed down the sidewalk, everyone in the way were moving aside as fast as they could. Some climbed street lamps and others leapt into near by stores. Those who couldn’t make it were bowled over like a bunch of pins at the end of an ally. Those laying there looked up and saw Sam karate kick a garage can into the air; spilling the garbage on the street and landing on her board safely.
What was bad for the townsfolk was worst for their single father, Donald. Ever since his wife died of liver disease when the girl was little, he tried to raise her as best he could. That way she could handle whatever the world would throw at her. With the phone calls about what a terror she is both on the street and in the skate park, he was starting to wonder if she could really use a feminine touch.
"What am I going to do?" Donald thought as he collapsed on the couch and reached for the remote control. Turning on the television, he started to channel surf. "What the?" He said to himself as he reached a commercial for a student exchange program. "Maybe this is what everyone needs. The town and I can get a rest from Sam Jones while maybe she could mature a little."
"What’s up pop," Samantha said as she skateboarded into the house; spun around on the back on the board, and grabbed a banana from the counter before heading out back.
"I think I know just the country to exchange with." Donald thought as he copied down the number from the television screen and began to call to arrange the student exchange. "Sam, come in here!"
"Yes Pop, what’s up?" Samantha asked as she hit the back yard ramp and flew into the house.
"I think you need to broaden yourself." Donald said with an angry look. "I just arranged for you to enter the student exchange program. I want you to start packing to go to Japan."
"But Pop," Sam protested. "They go to school longer there than here in America. The collage sorority houses wouldn’t want me."
"This isn’t up to debate." Donald said with his arms crossed against his chest. "You are becoming a terror without a feminine influence. You’ll do well to have a family with both a father and a mother. I even asked the exchange program to help you get a mother’s guidance. So start packing!"
A short time later Samantha was alone on a plane, flying from California over the Pacific Ocean. Hours later, she was landing in Japan to the Soto family meeting with them as Donald would be meeting with their daughter back home.
"Greetings, Samantha-san." Mr. Soto said as he bowed before the young hood. As Sam stood in her torn tee shirt, rip jeans and ratty sneakers, she stared at her host in his pressed suit and got a worried feeling inside. "I would like you to meet your temporary sisters for the exchange as well as someone I would like you to think of as your mother."
Looking at the women in wooden platform tongs and kimonos, she gathered her stuff and followed behind to a taxi cab. "Don’t you have your own car?"
"Here in the city it’s easier to use public transportation." Mr. Soto explained as they reached a building with a large fence and yard.
"Wow,. It’s like a mansion." Samantha said in amazement as she clutched her skateboard.
"Not really, but I have done well with my chain of department stores and realistic mannequins." Her host said as her new mother took her by the hand. "My wife will show you to your bedroom so you can settle in. School is early for you tomorrow so you also better get a good night sleep tonight."
"Is it true that they were uniforms in school?" Samantha asked.
"You will find yours in your bedroom." Akane said as she took Sam upstairs to her daughters bedroom. There she found the walls covered in rock group posters, a pink bedspread on a double bed and a sailor blouse and blue skirt hanging on a hook on the wall. "This is your uniform."
"That uniform has a skirt." Samantha’s draw dropped in shock. "I hate skirts!"
"You need it for your stay here," Mrs. Soto said. "Your father said you were getting too wild and out of hand. He made a deal with the student exchange program and Mr. Soto to put some feminine influence into your life. Being our daughter is the best way. "
Back in the states, Sara Soto had removed Sam’s racecar wall paper and helped her host put up something more feminine. Donald really enjoyed having the Japanese custom trained girl fixing him breakfast for a change. Something Sam was always too self centered to do. "I like the American clothes." Sara said in a tight blue tee shirt that showed off her C-cup cleavage and jeans that show off her hips and figured well. With thongs showing off her painted toes, she waited until Donald began eating before she joined him.
For Sam it was one embarrassment after another as her new sister, Linn came up with the new name of Manami for Sam’s Japanese name. With his hair and make up done, Sam was soon dressed and walking with Linn to school. "Come on, you look lovely."
As Sam was introduced by her homeroom teacher as Manami, she soon found out how good looking her breast forms and corset made him. She soon had all the boys begging to be sat next to her and Samantha was embarrassed to be seen in public.
"Who would think you’d be more popular with the boys than me," Linn giggled as Sam tried to bury her make up covered face in his text book. Se never found a school day that seemed so long as that one. Every time she even picked up a pencil with her polished fingers, she was reminded of her new identity.
When she got home, she changed out of the uniform and belted up the martial arts GI that she brought with her from the states. Going to the household gym, she practiced a few martial arts punches and kicks on a punching bag while trying to ignore the appearance of his polished manicure and pedicure.
"Now, now." Akane said as she stepped barefoot into the gym wearing a long dress that reached her feet and an apron. "That’s not how young ladies behave in this household. Even if it is the 21st century. It’s time for you and Linn to help me with dinner."
"You expect me to cook!" Samantha shouted.
"Cook and help me clean house afterward, Manami." Akane said as she referred to Sam by her new name. As Sam followed, she was instructed to change into a blue lace trim dress that nearly matched Linn’s pink one and some slippers. "Since you’re new at this we want you to have some protection for you feet if you drop a knife out of your hands. If you don’t do as we say, we’ll burn all your male clothes to force to corporate."
Sam was amazed at the speed and skill Linn used as she started the salad. It seemed like the type of speed he had seen martial artist in his favorite movies use. she began to wonder if with practice she could move that fast. she was determine not to be beaten in such matters by anyone.
Her first meal looked terrible and tasted even worst. As time went on he improved her cooking skills and would serve making meals for her dad back home well. She even got to the point where she hated to remove her breast forms and wash her almost flat chest when she bath.
Near the end of the her time in the Student Exchange program, Mr. Soto took Samantha to his plant for a tour. He said sure that her father would be impressed to here the details when she got home. As Sam walked over a greasy catwalk, she slipped in her platform shoes and fell over the railing. MR. Soto and his girls screamed as she toppled into a vat of molten plastic.
Donald didn’t know what the Japanese family would do to make his daughter more feminine. After he saw his temp daughter onto the plane to go home, he found a letter waiting for him in the mailbox. An accident had happened and his daughter would now be on displace in geisha clothes as his newest mannequin. Donald felt his heart break with the feeling of it being all his own fault for sending her and not loving her for who she really was.
THE END
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