Her Husband Ben

This woman wasn’t Natalie. She wasn’t Ben’s wife. She appeared a day after Natalie had left for Hawaii. She was wearing a pink kimono and had her hair tied into a large bun behind her head. But most importantly, she had four other Japanese women in military uniforms protecting her.

He wouldn’t have attacked her without them, but that was mostly because she didn’t seem like a threat. She seemed like a self exaggerating actress. He didn’t take her seriously when she said she was once Natalie. It was impossible.

“You aren’t my wife.” He said. “Just tell me what you did to her and we can settle this like reasonable adults.”

The woman stretched out her arms with a laugh, spinning around with an exaggerated expression. “Do I look reasonable to you? Far from it. I am the first daughter of House Kairi. I’m a noblewoman of the new and great Japan. I can make you mine, right here. I can make you my loving partner, or a subservient mistress of my court. So please,” She said in a suddenly much more sunken and emotional tone. “Don’t make me end things with you mad at me.”

“Natalie is nothing like you. All you are is insane!”

“Insane? What’s insane about uniting everyone under only two flags? What’s insane about delaying the rate of aging? What’s insane about reversing all together the flatline in your career? I became something better. You can two. You don’t know how amazing it feels to live like this.”

Ben was stunned. Every movement she made was exaggerated, and much of what she said was total nonsense, but she talked about her career just like Natalie had in private. He wanted to ask so many questions, but in the moment he was suddenly too furious to think straight.

“You aren’t her. You can’t be her! How do you know these things?! Who are you?!”

Chiharu’s expression dropped. Her absolute lack of serious expressions broke as she looked down at him with a genuinely sad expression. She leaned down to eye level and spoke.

“You would have broken her heart saying that.” She said before ordering one of the soldiers over in Japanese. The woman pulled out a small pistol, training it at him from across the room. “We could have been beautiful together. I could have made you my partner. We could have lived equally. Now, you’ll always be below me.”

Ben was frozen, and before he could think to attack the soldiers or the other woman, the pistol fired a dark into his chest. As a serum inside it was injected into his veins, the inside of his body suddenly felt like it was on fire. He shrank several inches as his torso became smaller and feminine. He shouted in pain as the transformation entered his waste, crashing it inwards as his hips grew wider instead. His legs and arms became slender until the changes reached his fingers toes, shrinking them both as they took on sharper and polished nails.

His hair turned bleach white as it grew longer and silky. His face reshaped itself to a much stronger Japanese origin. His eyelashes became slender and white, matching his hair, and he felt a strong, almost burning sensation around his neck, as a deep scar appeared around his whole neck, making it appear as though she was decapitated at one point. He fell from the seat they had him in as the changes continued to their most painful climax.

The final changes traveled to his nethers, burning from the inside as his member and testicles shrank smaller and smaller, until they absorbed back into her body and turned into a perfectly functional womanhood. Fat built up around her nipples, expanding her new breasts until they became a petite A cup.

The new Japanese woman felt her memories escaping her as shame rushed everything that was left. She remembered dancing, both Japanese and European styles. She remembered teaching, but the images were suddenly flooded in uniforms and single gendered classes.

But every memory she had of Natalie, became one of Chiharu. Every memory of her became a sudden and deep emotional chasm. A debt she could never escape. She was a servant to her house, one who had always disappointed her master.

“Omasuta! Sumimasen! Sumimasen kudasai!” She repeated over and over again, wailing in her new soprano voice and thick accent.

“You could have been beautiful. Instead you will spend your entire life serving my House. Get away from me.” Chiharu said in Japanese, fully changing back to her new first language.

“Hai, omasuta!” She replied, rushing away as another servant entered the room and ushered her into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Are the children on the way, like I asked?” Chiharu asked her guards.

“Yes, my lady. They were called from school before we changed her former husband.”

Chiharu’s exaggerated smile returned as she filled with joy. “Wonderful.”