Change of destination

Laura was growing impatient. This custom officer was taking her time. Her eyes would repeatedly go from her passport and ticket to her face, a weird smile on her face. What kind of agent was that. Meters behind her, her family and other travellers were waiting for their turn. Or so it seems. Without Laura knowing, Camilla had frozen time. Only her and her rival would be able to move now, the rest of the airport completely oblivious of what was about to happen.

-Anything wrong, officer? she asked.

-Hmmm? said Camilla with an amused look. Nothing bad, rest assured. Just some information that need a couple changes.

-Changes, what do you mean? it's a passport.

Camilla chuckled, holding the passport in her hand. It was time to change some information on it. Starting now.

Date of birth : May 21st 1978

Camilla smiled. That was a normal date of birth for a mother in her forties, but she had other plans in mind. She concentrated and suddenly, the data on the passport started to change.

Date of birth : May 21st 2002

-Hey, are you listening to me? Can I board my plane n...ooooh

Laura suddenly lost her balance. She felt...weird. Her clothes suddenly felt...loose. What was going on?

-What's happening?

-Feeling ill? Here, have a look in the mirror.

Laura looked in awe at the reflection in the mirror Camilla was showing her. She could recognize her face. But she hadn't looked like that for years. Her haircut, her makeup, her slightly rounder face...she looked now exactly like she did when she was 18. Someone else would have jumped in joy, but she was too stunned to react.

-What...how...how is this possible?

Laura startled when she heard her voice. It sounded so much younger.

-I don't see what's wrong here. Your passport seems in order regarding your date of birth. Now let's see the rest, Laura. Or should I say...Akiko?

-What the hell are you talking about. My name is not Akiko, it's Akiko...wait, that's not what I wanted to say.

Camilla smiled, looking at the new name appearing on the passport : Akiko Hidaka. Meanwhile, her rival was struggling, looking increasingly frustrated and confused. She was trying to say her name, but somehow found herself incapable of remembering it.

-No, not Akiko, it's Akiko. Dammit ! Are you doing this?

Instead of answering, Camilla smiled and changed something else. _Born in Los Angeles _became Born in Tokyo in a matter of seconds.

-Whatever you're doing, you better stop it before you get in real trouble. Akiko no like to Watashitachi wa kare no kao o ki ni shimasen...

She suddenly widened her eyes, covering her mouth. Did she just speak japanese? She looked at herself in the mirror again and gasped. She was no longer wearing her elegant dress. Instead, she was wearing a schoolgirl outfit, with a way too unbuttoned shirt and a skirt so short half of her ass was visible.

-No ! What you do to Akiko clothes ! No good ! Me English ! So broken !

Before she could complain any more, she felt an increasing heat invading her body. Suddenly, her too loose schoolgirl uniform had become more fitted for her. Meanwhile, the custom agent, who was the same height as her when she had arrived a couple minutes ago, now seemed to grow. She gasped when she realized she was the one getting smaller. In less than ten seconds, she was now only 1m55 tall, her big boobs, hips and ass, barely contained by her uniform now.

-Please, officer San, Akiko scared, no want be schoolgirl.

She saw herself in the mirror again and screamed. Her skin had darkened, making her look more Asian. Her hair, once brown and curly, was now black and straight. Her eyes had turned black too, slitted. A few seconds later, no one would have thought she used to be a middle-aged caucasian woman five minutes ago.

The girl formely known as Laura staggered towards the crowd behind her, desperately trying to reach for her husband.

-Peter san, Peter san, help poor Akiko !

-Come back, he can't hear you anyway.

Akiko turned towards her tormentor, tears running down her young Asian face. Camilla was looking at the slutty schoolgirl with an amused look. She was staggering towards her, her big tits bouncing with every movement. She sighed. All good things had to come to an end.

-Your passport is in order, mrs Hidaka. But you're not in the right line. This is not a ticket for Paris you have here, but a ticket for Tokyo. Back to see your family, I guess?

Akiko opened her mouth to protest, but found herself too weak to do so. She could feel her presence in her brain, manipulating her mind. She tried to keep her out, but it was too late.

-Or maybe the truth is more naughty. You're a school dropout. That must be a true disgrace in Japan. You got kicked out by your parents. Since then, you travel a lot, always finding a nice old man to pay for all your expenses in exchange of some sex with you.

-No true, Akiko no...Akiko no...Akiko so horny...

-Of course she is. Akiko is a horny bimbo with a one digit IQ who's barely smart enough to know how to undo her bra. Isn't she...

-Horny...bimbo...

For the first time, a smile appeared on Akiko's face, as the screaming inner voice of Laura faded away, before disappearing completely.

-Sucky sucky?

-Yes, Akiko, you'll do lots of sucky sucky once you're back in Japan. Goodbye.

Camilla snapped her fingers, causing time to resume. A couple meters behind, Peter was looking for his wife. It seemed she had already passed the custom borders. Lucky her. The woman who was now being checked was a trashy looking one. He was glad none of his daughters looked like this. He would have died of shame. Not caring about other people's opinions, Akiko left the line, and joined the one for another plane. She smiled, feeling the hungry looks of the men around her, lingering on her exposed boobs.

For a moment, she waited for her turn with her new passport and ticket in hand. After a while, she got bored. She looked behind her. The middle-aged man standing behind her was looking quite rich, with his elegant suit. Maybe she could take advantage from this situation. Slowly, she started rubbing her bubble butt against the guy's crotch. First surprised, it seemed the man soon started enjoying the situation when he saw the pretty japanese doing this. Akiko kept doing this for a couple minutes, until she heard a moan. She had just caused this man to jizz in his pants. She turned around and smiled, her butt still against his crotch, her skirt too short to hide it.

-Who...you...

-My name is Paul. Nice to meet you.

-Me Akiko. You go Japan?

-Yes. For business.

Akiko smiled. She wasn't done with his body yet, nor with his money. She straightened up and approached the businessman, before massaging his crotch with her hand.

-You want Akiko friend when in Japan?

Paul smiled. This horny slut was turning him on. The idea of him fucking her brains out in the toilets of the airplane and enjoying every inch of her body during his week in Tokyo was arousing him a lot. He grabbed her chin and looked at her puppy eyes.

-Why not?

From afar, Camilla was looking at the scene with a wicked smile. She had erased her rival from existence. Now she only had her kids to deal with before having Peter for herself. She smiled, as Kelly, one of the daughters, advanced towards her, completely oblivious of the fat her mother had undergone minutes earlier.

-Passport please.