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Kimono Convert

Alexis looked at the scenery outside the car; the snow was thin, and a lot of trees had lost their snow cover, but their foliage was still quite bare. The blonde girl let out a sigh. Her excitement had died, and she began to accept the reality. She was on vacation in Japan. This was her first time visiting Japan. She thought that she would be able to see beautiful Sakura tree blossoming, but she was coming too early. She felt dumb. It was a newbie mistake that could have been avoided if she hadn’t too confident and had done her research or simply asked the travel agent, but she didn’t do any of it. And her hubris had landed her in this situation.

Alexis. Full name Alexis Smith. 27-year-old. She was a feminist. An independent and successful businesswoman. And that had stroked her ego a lot and made her think that she was always making the right decision. Between using a travel agent and asking a friend, she chose the latter because it was cheaper. She thought it was a smart decision, but once reality set in, she itted that maybe her decision this time wasn’t so smart.

“Do you like the scenery?” Asked the driver, who was also Alexa’s friend, Hannah Lovington.

“Not bad, but not like what I pictured in my mind.”

“So what do you expect, the sakura tree in full bloom as long as your eyes can see?”

Alexis nodded to Hannah’s question.

“Sakura wouldn’t blossom until late March at the earliest. Don’t be embarrassed. It is a common mistake. There is this misconception that Japan has sakura blooming all year long. Worry not, aside from the sakura tree, Japan has a lot of things to offer that will amaze you.”

“I hope so, I hope this trip will be amazing.”

“You have me. Japan is my second home now. I will show you an amazing place that will make you hesitate to go back to the US, and wish that you were born Japanese,” Hannah said.

“I can see it in you. You really integrate well with the culture. I almost didn’t recognize you when I met you at the airport,” Alexis remarked.

Hannah was no longer blonde as she ed. The white girl had her hair dyed black like most Japanese women. Her face was caked with makeup that made her eyes look smaller and slanted to make her look more Asian. She was wearing a pretty red kimono. She looked charming and elegant in that traditional kimono. But Alexis felt something quite amiss with her friend. For example, since they met at the airport until now, Hannah had a wide smile plastered on her face. Alexis had brushed it off as Hannah feeling happy because she met her old friend, but her gut feeling told her that there was more to her smile. Her smile felt more corporate than genuine. Alexis had known Hannah since they were in college; they had a close friendship, they had been keeping in , and often went out together even after they graduated from college, at least until two years ago when Hannah got a promotion and transferred to her company’s Japanese branch. Their was greatly diminished after Hannah moved to Japan, and Alexis thought she had lost with her friend because ever since Hannah moved to Japan, she rarely used any of her social media s that Alexis knew. It wasn’t until a month ago that they reconnected after Alexis posted a status about her intent to travel to Japan. Suddenly, Hannah offered to take care of her accommodation and show her around if she came to Japan. Alexis appreciated the offer greatly, but it led her to the present situation.

“Do you think so? Ever since I moved to this place, I have fallen in love with Japanese culture, and it makes me happy when someone says I look like that Japanese girl, even if it is just a little bit. You should try wearing a kimono, too, Alexis. Many tourists usually rent a kimono when they are in Japan,” Hannah responded to her friend’s compliment.

“Rent? Are you renting your kimono too?”

Hannah shook her head, “No, this one is a company property.”

“Your dress is company property? What do you mean? Will they take it from you when you are no longer working there?”

Hannah turned silent for a moment; it was the first time that the plastered smile on her face vanished.

“Hannah, are you okay?” Alexis asked her suddenly silent friend.

“I’m okay. I mean, my dress is a gift from the company. I’m glad that I ed the company.” A smile had returned to Hannah’s face.

“What company do you work for again?”

“It’s the Orient Tomo Tech Initiative and Industry. OTTII for short. Our company mainly works in tech. You know that Japan is famous for its technology; the technology here can be more advanced than the rest of the world. Our company has contributed a lot to this field. But tech isn’t only what our company dabbles in; we are also in the textile industry, recreational industry, and service industry,” Hannah answered.

“A tech giant. The company seems to have a great eye for talent by transferring you here from the US branch. Can’t wait for the day to see my friend become a director of a Japanese tech giant.”

Hannah chuckled, “Being a director? It’s not my place. Two months after I got transferred to the headquarters, I was moved to the recreational subsidiary, and I found my ion in this sector. I’m OTTII Tomo ambassador now. Tomo means friend in Japanese if you don’t know. My job is to…well, it’s better to show you than explain it.”

“Huh? What? Where did my ambitious Hannah go?” Alexis was surprised to know that her friend was no longer trying to climb the company ladder. Hannah that Alexis knew before was an independent career-oriented woman full of ambition.

“I prefer not talking about the past. I’m happy as I am now. Anyway, let’s get you a kimono. I know a place that has a nice one for a low price.”

“Hey, I haven’t agreed to it.” Alexis protested, but didn’t stop Hannah from showing her around.

They soon arrived at a store.

“This store is d with OTTII, so I get an employee discount here, so rather than renting a kimono, I will buy you one,” Hannah said.

“You will buy me one? Really?”

“Yes, I can’t stand your frustrated face, so I thought I should buy you something nice,” the black-haired girl explained.

“Is it really fine? Thank you then.”

The two then entered the place and were greeted by the friendly storekeeper. Not long after they entered the store, someone was calling Hannah from Behind.

“I don’t expect to meet you here, Hana-chan.” A Japanese man in his 50s greeted Hannah in Japanese.

“Ah, Shachou, good afternoon.” Hannah bowed her waist at almost 90 degrees to greet the man.

“Get up, no need to be formal with me, it’s not working hours yet.” The man replied, still in Japanese, which Alexis didn’t understand, but his face showed that he was delighted that Hannah still showed him her respect.

The elderly man then looked at Alexis, who stood beside Hannah, “Is this lovely lady your friend, Hana-chan?”

“Yes, Shachou, this is Alexis Smith, my friend from the State. She is on vacation. I plan to show her around so she knows the greatness of Japan, especially the greatness of the OTTII company.” Hannah answered in fluent Japanese.

“Good, that’s the spirit. I will cover the cost you incurred in this place, so feel free to pick some instead of just buying her one. You can also buy a few for yourself, Hana. You should help her pick. You should know what to buy, right? And you two can use the VIP lounge. If you want to be a good host, you should give her the best hospitality of us.” The man gave Hannah a nod of approval and gave a few instructions before he went away.

“So, who is that? Shachou?” Alexis asked her friend curiously after the man was out of their sight. She didn’t understand Japanese, but still picked a few words that Hannah said repeatedly.

“Shachou means president in Japanese. He is Mr. Tanaka, the current CEO of OTTII. The man feels so charismatic and dreamy, doesn’t he?” Hannah explained.

“Huh? Charismatic and dreamy? I think you need to check your eyes. What I see is just a creepy old man. And since when is your name Hana instead of Hannah? I at least know that he called you quite intimately.”

“I’m known as Hana, with a hard A instead of English A, around here. Just how the Japanese tongue rolls. Rather than making a fuss about it, I embraced the name; the name doesn’t have a bad meaning anyway. Hana means flower, and I love flowers. Also, please, don’t speak badly of our president; he is a nice guy. He said that he would cover all our costs for buying clothes in this store, and we could pick several pieces of clothing for free.”

“That’s nice of him, maybe I am indeed wrong to call him a creepy old man,” Alexis replied in delighted surprise.

The two proceeded to pick some clothes. Hannah picked not a traditional modest kimono like what she currently wears for Alexis, but a more modernized, fashionable, and bold one with a shorter skirt and lower neckline.

Alexis looked at her reflection in the mirror in the changing room and had a satisfied smile. Alexis was a pretty girl. In college, she and Hannah were probably the top 5 beautiful girls on their campus. The bold, black, short kimono brought her sexiness out. The neckline of the Kimono stopped right on her cleavage. The kimono outlined her bountiful bosom. Though she was an ardent feminist, Alexis didn’t hate her big tits; she acknowledged them as assets she could use to her advantage. There had been several perverts who fell under her boobies’ trap before she got them fired from the company.

The kimono stopped short above her knee, not scandalous enough, just the right amount of sexiness and elegance. And her legs were clad in brand-new white knee-high socks.

“You look great in that, Alexis,” Hannah praised her friend.

“It’s thanks to you. So, where will we go next?”

“You must be tired from the journey. I’m sorry that I brought you here before you could take a rest, so let’s take a rest first in the VIP room. Tanaka-shachou had given us an entry to the VIP lounge. This store’s VIP lounge is a very special place, and I only had a handful of opportunities to go to the VIP lounge.”

Hannah then led Alexis upstairs to the VIP lounge. As soon as they entered the room, they were greeted by a line of beautiful women in sexy French maid costumes with cat-ears headband on their heads. They were not only Japanese girls, but also consisted of black-skinned African-American, and white girls amongst the maids. A traditional soft shamisen music was playing in the room to give the luxurious room an oriental feeling.

“Welcome, Ojou-sama.” The line of maids said in unison and bowed their bodies to 90 degrees.

After a moment, one maid broke from the line and stood in front of them. A Japanese woman with long, straight, black hime cut hair.

“Goshujin-sama asked for you to come to his room. Don’t worry about your friend, we will take care of her,” said the woman to Hannah in Japanese.

“Thank you, Reiko-san.” Hannah replied to the Japanese maid politely.

Hannah turned her attention to Alexis, “Uhmm…Duty calls, I will come back later to pick you up. For now, enjoy being pampered by these maids.”

Hannah walked toward the other end of the room, toward the room with ‘Staff-only’ door sign despite the plea of Alexis to not leave her alone.

“Don’t worry about your friend, our Mast — Boss, just wants to have a little discussion with her.” Assured one of the maids with fluent English to Alexis.

“For the time being, let us pamper you. Our VIP lounge is also a beauty salon; we can boast that we are one of the most services in Japan. You just need to rest, and we will make you feel like a new person,” the maid continued.

Hearing their boast that they were one of the most services in Japan made Alexis tempted to try. There was no harm in trying their service. What could go wrong in a establishment like this? She might be fine alone without Hannah around. She finally let her guard down. As Hannah said, she just arrived from a grueling 15-hour flight from New York to Tokyo, to say she wasn’t tired was a lie. “Okay, let’s see how good you bunch are.”

She was led to one of the salon chairs. The chair looked very advanced in of technology for a salon chair. It was metallic pink with a helmet bowl for a hair cream bath.

“Your drink, this is our house specialty, called the Oriental Dream, created from a mix of the best Japanese luxurious fruit like Yubari King melon and Ruby Roman grape.” One of the maids handed her a glass of juice. The juice was pink in color. Alexis was a little doubtful at first because they said it was from melon and grapes. Melon and grapes would not make pink juice, but she understood that it might be caused by other secret ingredients that they would not disclose. It’s a drink after all.

The taste was heavenly; her tongue was assaulted with refreshing fruit flavor.

“Fuck, this is good,” Alexis blurted out a vulgar word. And then realize how unbecoming of her to curse at this high-end establishment.

The group of maids didn’t make any reaction; their faces were still plastered with smiles, like what her friend, Hana, had. But Alexis no longer could be suspicious of them. The smiles were part of Japanese hospitality.

“Please be relaxed. We will do your makeover,” said Reiko, the leader of the maid group.

Alexis was surrounded by groups of beautiful maids; one was doing her nails, one was massaging her head, one was doing her hair, and one was applying a mask to her face. The group was professional, and their teamwork was top-notch.

“You will need to put on these glasses for what we do next. It might be a little dizzying when it starts, but don’t freak out and just relax. ” The maid put on a futuristic visor like glasses on Alexis’s face.

Because of their professionalism so far, Alexis complied and didn’t resist when they put the glasses on her. It was not only covering her eyes, but the visor glasses were also covering her ears. She could see the OTTII logo in the lower corner of her eyes after she put on her glasses.

The logo! Hannah had the logo as a tattoo on the back of her neck. The maids also had the logo tattooed on various parts of their bodies. Is the tattoo mandatory for those who work in OTTII to show that they are OTTII Girl? No, that isn’t normal. A company shouldn’t force the employee to have the company logo tattooed on their body. Something is really wrong with them. Hannah, and these girls. Alexis came to a realization.

But it was too late for her. She heard a humming sound from the headset, and then a cutesy Japanese pop song began to play. The song drowned her thoughts.

Don’t worry and relax.
You love OTTII.
You want to embrace Japanese culture, and OTTII makes it possible.
Be Japanese, be an OTTII Girl.
OTTII can do no wrong.
OTTII is the best company in the world.
You want to do anything for OTTII.

Alexis was trying to fight the mantra that assaulted her mind, but she couldn’t exert any of her strength to resist. She felt a prick on the back of the neck, and her consciousness quickly faded.

* * *

Alexis opened her eyes and saw her friend Hana being fucked by Tanaka-sama. She was no longer in her modest kimono, but only in a slutty micro bikini top with an OTTII logo.

This is wrong. I need to save Hana from that man. She was about to rush to the man, but changed her mind. Why did she need to save Hana? What’s wrong with Tanaka-sama, their OTTII CEO, fucking Hana who is his employee? OTTII has done a lot for this beloved country; Tanaka-sama deserved a reward. Hana should be honored to serve Tanaka-sama with her body. But Alexis’ gut feeling was trying to tell her that she should at the very least confront the man to help Hana. She walked toward them instinctively, but then her steps were halted; there was a transparent mirror preventing her from moving forward.

Alexis heard the creaking sound of a door being opened behind her back. It was a woman in a maid uniform, it was none other than Reiko, the Japanese maid from the VIP lounge.

“Have you woken up, Akemi?” Reiko asked.

Akemi? My name isn’t Akemi, it is…

Akemi couldn’t recall what her name was before, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t Akemi.

“My name isn’t Akemi,” she replied to Reiko.

“Indeed. You weren’t Akemi before, but now, you are Akemi Momoi; your old name doesn’t matter, because you want to be as Japanese as possible.”

You want to embrace Japanese culture, and OTTII makes it possible.
Be Japanese, be an OTTII Girl.

Akemi couldn’t argue against Reiko; she wanted to as Japanese. The weight in the mind vanished. Her old name didn’t matter. She was Akemi Momoi.

“Repeat my words: You are Akemi Momoi, and she…” Reiko pointed to Hana on the other side of the mirror, “Hana Ishikawa. You two are OTTII girls.”

“I’m Akemi Momoi, and she is Hana Ishikawa. We are OTTII girls. No…I’m not an OTTII girl, how can I be an OTTII girl?”

“Look down on your tits,” Reiko commanded.

Akemi looked down and saw an OTTII tattoo on the upper part of her right tit. OTTII girl had an OTTII tattoo. It was a mark to show that she belonged to OTTII.

Reiko moved closer to her; she was holding a small mirror. “Look at the mirror.”

What Akemi saw in the mirror was a black-haired woman, not blonde. Her eyes were small and slanted. Her facial feature was soft, more commonly found in Eastern Asian women rather than white American women.

“Is that me?” Akemi asked.

“It’s you. Did you see anyone else aside from Akemi Momoi?”

Akemi shook her head.

“You are Akemi Momoi. You are an OTTII girl,” Reiko repeated her words.

“I’m Akemi Momoi, I’m an OTTII girl,” Akemi repeated without hesitation this time.

Reiko clapped her hands, and two other maids entered the room, bringing some clothes with them.

“This is your clothes, wear them, and we will bring you to meet our goshujin-sama.”

Akemi looked at the clothes that Reiko handed her. It was a skimpier kimono than what she had before; the skirt was so short that it would barely cover her crotch, and the neckline was wide; it wasn’t designed to cover the middle of her chest but just the side part of her body.

Akemi was done changing into the slutty kimono handed to her.

“Will I serve Tanaka-sama with Hana?” Akemi asked.

Reiko shook her head, “Tanaka-sama is our goshujin-sama, but we had a lot of goshujin-sama to serve. In the other room, another goshujin-sama is waiting for you. As an OTTII girl, you need to do your best to please our goshujin-sama. We will do anything for OTTII, for our goshujin-sama. Nothing is off the menu for them. But because this is your first time, I will give you time to gather your thoughts. When you are ready, say ‘you want to please goshujin-sama’.”

Akemi looked at her friend, Hana, once again. She didn’t know why she felt it was a pity that she needed to leave her. But they were OTTII Girls, they needed to serve their master, their goshujin-sama. Akemi turned her attention back to Reiko, “I want to please goshujin-sama.”

Akemi’s face bloomed into a wide smile. It seemed that all her worry and useless thoughts vanished once she said the word that Reiko wanted her to say. What mattered for her now was to please her master. She was no longer whoever she was before. She was Akemi Momoi, an OTTII girl.

She followed Reiko to the other room to begin her life as an OTTII girl, a whore owned by the company.

* * *

Reiko-san brought Akemi to another room. Another middle-aged Japanese man had been waiting for her there. The man who would be Akemi’s goshujin-sama for today.

“Herakini-sama, I brought you Akemi. She is new to OTTII, I hope you can guide her.” The Japanese maid introduced Akemi to the man before she left the newly minted OTTII girl alone in the room.

“What can I do for you, goshujin-sama?” Akemi asked the man nervously. As Alexis, she was a pretty confident lady, but for Akemi, this was new. And she didn’t know what to do

“First, let’s start with your posture. You should ask that question with a dogeza. Prostrate with your head touching the floor.”

Akemi did what the man asked. She prostrated and bow to the man. She didn’t know why the position seemed natural for her. Alexis would never bow down this way to a man.

“Good.” The man approved of her posture.

“What can I do for you, goshujin-sama?” Akemi asked him again.

“You can start by sucking my cock.”

Akemi didn’t say any word, but she started to crawl toward her goshujin-sama. She took his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth, giving the man the best blowjob she could do. She didn’t want the man to think of her as sloppy or a bad cocksucker.

The blowjob was the first of the many sexual things that Alexis wouldn’t do, but Akemi would do for her goshujin-sama as her new master guided her into a perfect OTTII girl.

THE END

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