Mind your manners

You shouldn't have been rude. You were a visitor to the country. Manners are very important in Japan, and especially so where their magical creatures are concerned. Your behaviour in the fox shrine was outrageous, disrespectful. The kitsune spirit had to give you a lesson how to behave.

Your wife, despairing of your manners, was telling you off in your hotel room when suddenly she went quiet. Suddenly, it was as if you couldn't understand what she was saying. Her anger, detectable in her tone, changed to puzzlement and fear. Something was wrong with you.

You looked at your hands, down at your body. You were shrinking, your limbs narrowing. Your thick body, inflated by too many burgers and beers, was melting away. An unnatural cracking came from deep inside you. With horror, you understood it was the sound of your skeleton compressing. Your heart beat hard, fuelling an unwilling erection which spewed a thick, final load of your cum into your pants before shrivelling away to nothing.

In panic you pulled at your clothes, now huge on your small frame, to reveal a body devoid of masculinity. It was narrow, it's skin soft, hairless except for the sparse black public hair around your groin. You felt it with your tiny hands, the thing you were scared of finding most of all. The sensitive vulva and clitoris of a woman. Your chest heaved into small peaks, then fattened into perky, high-sitting breasts. You scrambled for the mirror in time to watch your face rearrange itself, your eyes narrowing, mouth shrinking, your skin taking on a pale peach hue, losing years as you became a young woman.

Your hair, greying in places, became a deep brown and extended into a perfect long, parted style, your bangs just above naturally elegant eyebrows. You fell back onto the couch.

The changes stopped. Your wife, who had watched you change through her fingers, stood, picked up her bag and blankly walked out of the hotel room. You never saw her again.

Something shifted in the world. On the bed, instead of your old male clothes, there was a girl's school uniform - blouse, blazer, tartan skirt, knee socks - as well as a modest bra and panties. By the door were some black pumps and a satchel. Automatically you got dressed. You had become Rina Matsugawa, 18 year old student. You knew you lived with your parents in Yokohama. But you also remembered your old life, your job, your... other parents. Your mother's phone number!

You jumped over to the phone and called her - she would help you! She said something in her familiar voice, but you couldn't understand the words. You tried to tell her it was you, but all that came out was, "watashi wa desu Rina." Clearly confused, your mother hung up. You realised then that your ability to read, speak and understand English was gone. Memories of your life in the city, at school, your friends, your family flooded your mind. The old you was there but pressed down, pushed below.

You left the hotel and headed back to the apartment Rina shared - you shared - with mom and dad. Dad was out, having a drink with work friends. You ate with your mom, bewildered by the familiarity of this place, the food, her words. But you didn't say anything to her. It was almost as if you couldn't. Dutifully you helped her clean, then went to your room to study and then sleep. But you couldn't sleep.

You were supposed to be flying home. Going back to your job. Starting a family. Fucking your wife with your cock!

In tears, you lay on your bed, pyjama shirt pushed up over your perfect little tits. Your left hand tweaked your nipples, torturing yourself as you fucked a finger into your virgin pussy, your pillow stifling your cries of orgasm, your sobs of despair, your resignation at your new life as a teenaged girl.