A Navy Pilot

Navy’s Fall

Your helicopter arrived at a small airport in Kyushu, during routine training flights from and back to Yokosuka navy station. The Seahawk’s engines slowly became lower speed and pitch as the landing gear made contact with the landing pad. After you know everything is settled, you cut power and the engines and rotors come to a complete stop.

You and your copilot, a female officer named Melissa Harkens, depart after everyone else. The Kagoshima airfield was small, but that didn’t matter. You were just here for a routine flight and some rest time. You, Melissa, and the three passengers lock everything up, and leave the airport.

You had to be back in Yokosuka before midnight, so you couldn’t stay all day. Just like with the other flights. You still have a couple hours, so you all agree to find some food before heading home.

Just up the road from the airport is a market district. It’s nothing compared to the cities up north but it’s filled with it’s own unique charm. From the small, close together buildings, to the regular people going about work in the small city, to the large volcano across the bay nearly constantly spewing ash and soot. After a few minutes, you all find a ramen shop and sit down to eat. Your bowls come out a few minutes after, given to by the nice old woman running the store and a girl that looked like her granddaughter.

You talk. You drink. And you eat.

Once your bowls are empty the changes start. It starts in your stomach. Despite the full meal, you feel lighter. You feel a blissful wave of energy across your body traveling up and down, from your head to your toes. Your hair turns black and grows out long and silky. Your nose shrinks and your cheekbones and chin realign themselves under your face, giving you a youthful and feminine look. Your skin turns softer and changes to a more local skin tone. Your irises turn orange as the changes in your face are finished.

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck tingle before they recede permanently under your skin while your neck becomes thinner and shorter, matching your new proportions while the changes keep pace. Your shoulders shrink inwards as the skin becomes a soft pink and the hair disappears. Your arms become thinner and travel downward until all your fingers are perfectly manicured. You feel a slight weight building on your chest as a pair of C Cup breasts appear along with the other changes. Your waist curves inward while your hips flair outward, giving you a soft hourglass figure.

You feel a warmth in your crotch as the genitalia you’ve had all your life shrinks and recedes inward. Within moments, you can tell you have a perfect new vagina and ovaries, be it with the caveat these could never produce a male child. But honestly, why would you want one? You know the future is wholly, permanently, female.

The last changes in your legs wrap up, making you slightly younger, from 25 to 22, but that doesn’t matter. All you know is you and your flight crew are now flawless bombshell Japanese girls. Of course you can’t go back to base like this, that would ruin the plan. And it doesn’t help all of your flight fatigues are absolutely draping your smaller slender bodies. It looks like a failed costume party.

You try and talk this out with the other girls until a pair of adult women around thirty approach the table as the owner locks the door. The women are in Japanese Coast Guard Uniforms and are both carrying bags from a clothing label. When you recognize they’re your senpai you all stand at attention and let them measure you. Once they make sure you’re the normal sizes, they each give you a coast guard uniform and you all are ordered to change. You think it’s odd that these uniforms returned the old long skirts, but ultimately the thought passes through harmlessly. The last moment in your mind even resembling masculinity.

Once you’ve all changed, they take you to their home base. You know in the back of your mind the navy will think it’s strange that a Seahawk was left unguarded at an almost rural airport. You know they’ll try to investigate your disappearances, but you and your crew don’t care. You simply get into the truck and mentally prepare for the inevitable challenge you will have coming to you.

For Japan will once again try to conquer the US Navy.