A Tourist

But you didn’t know this when you and your cousin visited for a vacation.

You land in Tokyo International without any trouble, although you don’t notice how all the foreigners boarding their planes are given a stamp on their wrists and a small red and white bag, or that all the clothes stores are selling exclusively female products.

You get your JR pass from the booth and walk to the train station terminal. The agents ask where you’re going and you say you’re heading to Tokyo Station, and they give you a stamp on the wrist and a ticket. Once your cousin does the same, you walk through the turnstiles onto the platform.

When the bullet train pulls in to take you to the city, you both step in and find a seat. You notice a similar red and white tote bag in the seat pocket ahead of you but you don’t investigate it.

But as it pulls away from the airport, you start to feel strange. It’s not painful, it’s not even annoying. You feel, lighter.

Your hair turns pristine black and starts to grow well below your shoulders as the train moves into the city. Your eyes and face become younger, softer, and your facial structure shifts and removes all of your European ancestry. From the neck up you’re clearly a Japanese girl.

Your shoulders shrink inwards as your spine shrinks downward. As the changes go down your body your chest starts to build up fat around your nipples, growing warmer and rounder until a pair of perky B-cups adorn your chest. Your waist curves inward as your hips flair out. You feel a comforting warmth in your groin as your penis is absorbed back into your body, forming a healthy womanhood to match your new body.

The final changes thin out the fat and muscle in your legs and arms, leaving you a pale but healthy and lean physique. You feel your shoes fall off, but that doesn’t matter to you anymore. Nothing hurts, and you’re with your cousin.

No. Not your cousin. Your sister. You turn your eyes towards her in the seat next to you. She’s twelve, two years younger than you are now. You’re the only daughters and only members of the Wakaikurēn Family, of Saga. Your sister Aki and you, Chiyo, are on your way home.

You both look in the bags in front of you, which you now recognize as the proposed new national flag, and see the contents are new clothes. Bras and panties perfectly your measurements, sandals to replace your old shoes now strewn on the floor, and a pair of matching yukata, each adorned with images of flying and roosted cranes. You’ll change out when you get to Tokyo Station, for now, you sit with your sister and admire the world.

Soon, even the most weakly populated prefectures of Japan will be brimming with young girls like you. You can’t wait to welcome them into your House.

You can’t wait.