Tokyo Girl [A Man to Japanese Hostess Story] - Part 1

Commissioned by Bimboblarg

By TheSpiralledEye

Josh, a weeb from America, finally makes it to Japan, only to realise it’s not all he dreamed it would be. After drowning his sorrows in a bar one night, he befriends the wrong person and ends up indebted and trapped by a lowlife gangster who transforms him into a peppy, girly Japanese woman and forces him into working at his hostess club. Now Josh has to find a way to fight his new urges, escape, and maybe find love on the way. 

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I stared out the window at the airport; it felt like we had been taxing along this runway for hours. My leg bounced with impatience as the captain finished his welcome speech, and I only half listened. My eyes were glued to the airport; technically, I had arrived the second the plane touched down, but it wouldn't feel real until I had taken my first step out of the plane. After an age, we were allowed to stand, and I practically flew to my feet. Everybody else was still gathering their hand luggage, but I had put my backpack in my lap ready to go the second they announced our descent. As I made my way to the front of the plane, I took in all the tired faces around me: families with children grumpy from the long flight, salary men returning home from business trips, and stewardesses with their plastic fake smiles. I was the only one who was smiling for real, the only one feeling genuine joy and excitement. 

I took a deep breath, watched as the door opened into the long corridor, and stepped out. My first step onto Japanese soil: it felt like coming home. For years, I had dreamed of coming here, ever since I was a teenager and first discovered anime. All through highschool, I had bemoaned the lack of a Japanese class and been forced to teach myself online just so I wouldn't have to watch things subbed. I’d devoured every manga and anime I could find, learning as much as I could about the culture. All while slowly saving for this very trip. 

Japan was a place where being a weeb could get you respect, a place where they sold hentai in the regular bookshop without shame! I could hardly wait to experience it all; the maid cafes, the geisha, the amazing food! I hadn’t slept on the overnight flight and I didn't even feel tired. Walking through the airport I felt my smile drop slightly; it looked pretty much the same as any airport, save some of the signs being in kanji. That was fine though! It was an airport, after all. 

I quickly started smiling again when I saw my first vending machine, decked out with twenty different options, including hot coffee! I grabbed a BOSS one in a rainbow can, the same one I’d seen so many salary men drink in the J-dramas I watched. It tasted like heaven, or maybe that was because I’d only had aeroplane filter coffee for 7 hours straight. 

I finished it while waiting at the baggage carousel; excited to fit in for once. My suitcase was decorated with all the stickers I’d collected over the years, bought from anime conventions. Normally it got a few looks when I travelled but not here. Here it would fit right in, just like the little Hatsune Miku plush hanging from my bag. As the carousel began to run and the bags dropped down I waited for another one like mine, but aside from the occasional character keychain or Vocaloid label, all the suitcases were…plain. 

When mine finally slid down I heard a few girls nearby giggling, and a child pointed and said something too fast for me to understand. I felt my cheeks start to burn as I stepped forward and picked it up. I could see the people next to me glancing around, looking for the child they assumed I was travelling with. 

I cleared my throat and headed for customs. No matter; these were clearly just normie Japanese people. I’d soon find my fellow weebs and otaku. This was the start of my new life, after all! Here, I could be myself, a nerd, and nobody would laugh and tell me I was wasting my time watching cartoons. 

My self-doubts were gone by the time I reached the train station; anime characters smiled at me from the ads atop the train cart, and everything looked just like it had on the pages of my manga books. 

“Josh…welcome home,” I whispered to myself and stepped onboard my first train. 

This country was so smart; the public transport meant my lack of a driver's license wouldn't be a problem. No more getting stood up by college girls because I didn't have some fancy car. Here, I would have no problem picking up the ladies. 

In fact, I spied a few cute girls smiling at me as soon as I stepped onto the train. Back home in the States, brown-haired, blue-eyed eyes, white dudes were a dime a dozen, but here I was exotic. Here, my average looks would be overlooked because I was exotic, foreign and cool. Girls would actually be impressed when I named all the Hayao Miyazaki films without having to look at a list, rather than shrugging and looking at me all judgmental. 

If my suitcases and looks weren't enough to scream tourist, my smile sure did. I couldn't help but grin as the train ran along the tracks, showing off Tokyo as we went. By the time we stopped at the legendary Shinjuku station, I was practically vibrating in delight. So much so that I rushed out the second, the doors opened and immediately collided with a young woman with stunning dark eyes. Her bag fell to the ground and I quickly picked it up like a true gentleman. This was it, the moment from all the stories I had read. A real life, Anime meet cute. 

“Sumimasen.” I grinned, bowing low. 

The woman just huffed and rushed past me without so much as a smile. I blinked in surprise; the magical moment shattered in an instant. She didn't seem the least bit impressed with my perfect accent or looks. That wasn’t how things were supposed to go, but I quickly shook it off.  

“I guess there are bitches everywhere, typical tsundere,” I muttered. “Oh, well.”

Stepping out into Shinjuku really made it all sink in. An airport and a train could be anywhere, but this…this was the place I had been dreaming about. Bold Japanese text on all the signs, a three-storey McDonalds, ramen and sushi places nestled away in tiny shops and anime characters on half the signs. Keeping my spending under control was going to be hard. 

After quickly checking in at my hotel, I threw my bags into the cramped hotel room and headed out to get my bearings. I wouldn't be staying at the hotel long, just long enough for me to find a proper place to rent. If I was really lucky, I’d have a girlfriend soon and could just move in with her. Of course, I’d have my pick of women now. Unlike back home, I was a prize to be won. No more jumping through hoops just to get a date with a girl with third-rate looks. Here, the women would be approaching me!

I wandered the streets, overwhelmed by the lights and sounds. The towering buildings seemed to pulse with energy, each one vying for attention in the neon glow. I stopped at a ramen shop. The wooden counter was small, and the man behind it had a face that was both stern and kind. I felt like I had just stepped into the pages of Naruto!

Eagerly, I ordered the most extravagant bowl on the menu: a rich, steaming bowl of pork ramen with all the toppings and extra narutomaki, of course. As I dug in, I savoured the taste but also felt a slight twinge of disappointment. The noodles were fantastic, but they weren't anything super special. They were better than the ones I had gotten in the Midwest, but I'd assumed Ramen would be somehow more special here.

I returned to the hotel and immediately screwed up my nose at the smell; I'd come and gone so quickly it hasn't had time to settle before. It stank of cigarettes. 

"You didn't specify a non-smoking room, sir." the front desk explained when I called. "Sorry, we cannot move you now; we are fully booked."

"Oh, that's fine." I lied, thinking about all my clothes and how the stench would have coated them by the morning. 

"It's fine," I repeated as I lay down to sleep. "A little road bump, but tomorrow will be perfect."

But as the days began to pass, the magic of Japan slowly started to fade. I tried to make friends at bars and bookshops. I tried to impress them with my knowledge of Japanese pop culture, mentioning all the anime I’d watched, the games I played, and the music I listened to. At first, they seemed polite, but soon the conversation drifted to more neutral topics. They weren’t as interested in anime as I thought they would be. I felt a little silly. Just like at home. 

Over the next couple of days, I explored more of Shinjuku, trying to immerse myself in the culture. I ate sushi, visited the shrines, and even tried my hand at karaoke. It was all fun, but it felt like there was something missing. Where were all the cute girls to fawn over me? Everybody here felt so...familiar. They had normal conversations, laughed, complained, and went about their daily lives just like anyone else.

When I went into figure stores, I could feel eyes on me. 'Just another tourist', that's what the local otaku thought when they saw me. I could tell. Even the few I tried to talk to wanted nothing to do with me. Half of them didn't even speak! And the ones that did just laughed; there was no way a gaijin like me could understand anime the way they did. 

“How about this, a limited edition.” The owner said, holding up a figurine from Attack on Titan that I knew for a fact was two years old at this point. There was a greedy gleam in his eye and I smirked.

“I’m not some tourist; I know my stuff. I’ll take the actual limited edition, thank you,” I said in perfect Japanese while pointing at the special spring Miku figurine behind him on the shelf.  

He wasn’t impressed like I had hoped, though; instead, his face fell as he took my money and handed over the figure. I looked around in the hopes that one of the local otaku would at least have seen it and been impressed a foreigner knew enough about the market not to be scammed. But they didn’t. They were all absorbed in their own shopping or didn’t care

I walked slowly back to the hotel, looking at the figurine in my hand. I'd been excited to buy it, excited to share my passion with another otaku in person, but that hadn't happened. All of a sudden, flying halfway across the world just to get a tiny statue felt very...immature. 

A couple passed by, laughing at something on their phone. A man sat alone, drinking a coffee under the streetlamp. A girl in Lolita fashion walked past me, not even glancing up as I tried to say hello. This place wasn’t anything special, it was just like being at home with a different coat of paint. Men in suits looked down on my sweatpants, women ignored me just as much despite my foreign looks, and even the otaku seemed so elitist. I was getting more attention, but only from the people who thought they could scam a tourist out of some extra money. 

The sun was setting down, turning the streets of Shinjuku around me orange, punctuated with sharp neon. Just yesterday, it seemed like such a magical place, the place from all those stories I’d devoured religiously since I was thirteen. Now, it just looked like another city, but with the occasional anime girl plastered on it. If anything, that made it worse. They were taunting me with what life should have been. 

“Hey, nice figure!”

The voice was speaking in English, but thickly accented. A cool looking man my own age with slicked back hair grinned at me. He was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses despite the late hour and repeated the words again when I didn't respond.

“Oh, thanks.” I smiled, “But I speak Japanese.”

“Wonderful!” He replied in his native tongue. “Even better, I feel like I finally found somebody to solve my problem!”

“Your problem?”

He threw an arm around me like we’d been friends for years and nodded his head toward a bar across the street.

“My loneliness problem.” He grinned. “See, my girl decided to give me the slip, and none of my friends want to drown their sorrows with me, but now I’ve found a lonely foreigner with nobody to drink with! We can be new friends!”

“Friends?” I said, hope starting to burn again in my chest. 

“I mean, you’re clearly not like those other foreigners who come here.” The man scoffed. “Look at you, speaking perfectly, and you clearly have good taste; I’m something of a Miku fan myself. Name’s Kenji.”

“Really? You like Miku?” 

“Of course! Come on, let’s go talk about her over a beer….”

“Oh! Josh! Sorry, my name is Josh.”

“Well, Josh-san! Let’s go get to know each other. I have a few pretty lady friends who would love to meet a smart foreign guy like you.”

I smoked at Kenji and followed him across the street. Maybe I had given up too quickly; of course, things would take time. I just had to find the right people, and it looked like that was finally happening! The bar was small and filled with smoke that made my eyes water. There were half a dozen men inside, all smoking, and I did my best to grin and bear it. The last thing I wanted to do was risk offending my new friend. 

Kenji got us both seats at the bar and quickly ordered us an Asahi beer. It was hoppy and bland tasting. The truth was, I preferred energy drinks, but I wasn’t about to say anything. 

“So, Josh-san.” Kenji said. “What do you think of Japanese beer?”

“It’s the first Japanese brand I have tried; it’s pretty nice.” I lied. “A bit stronger than the stuff I am used to.”

“What? You haven't tried any other types?”

“Well, no…”

“A problem we must rectify! Quickly, bartender, grab us a Sapporo and a Kirin as well!”

Before I knew it, there were three drinks in front of me that I was slowly trying to sip at. Kenji was a great host, letting me talk about how excited I was to be here, all the anime I’d watched and the films I’d seen. He was the first to actually seem impressed. So impressed he said it deserved a shot of sake. It was warm, like in all the manga I had ready and made heat spread through my body. Time seemed to blur as we drank and talked until finally, the bartender pointed to the clock on the wall, and Kenji gave a cry of dismay.

“What a shame, closing time. I have really enjoyed talking with you Josh-san.”

“Y-you too.” I hiccuped. 

“Better settle your tab and get going.”

“Tab?”

A piece of paper slid across the bartop in front of me, and I blinked in surprise. A second later my brain caught up to what I was seeing, and I was instantly sober.

“I…Is that the right price?” I gaped. “Kenji, I thought you were buying a few of those for me.”

“I never said that.” He replied, still grinning. Now his smile seemed less friendly, in fact, he reminded me a lot of shark circling prey.

“But that’s insane, the sake was over three hundred dollars alone!?”

“It’s a collector's bottle, very rare.” The bartender said, “I said that.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, he did.” Kenji insisted, despite the fact I knew it wasn't true. “I heard him.”

That warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach was slowly turning to ice as I realised what was happening. I’d been so desperate I’d let myself be scammed. My eyes darted about the room, and Kenji laughed.

“If you are thinking of running, don’t. My friends here would be very disappointed.”

He indicated to the other men smoking in the room, all of them snappily dressed and looking at me with that same hungry look in their eyes. 

“Why don't we go out the back to discuss your options.” He continued. “If you can’t pay, that’s going to be…problematic.”

I felt numb as I was led from the bar to the backroom. It looked like all the shady back rooms in bars I’d seen in thrillers, and my mouth went dry. How had I gotten myself into such a mess on my second day?

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, voice trembling. 

“Look, Josh, I’m not an unreasonable man,” Kenji said with a casual laugh. “I’m a businessman, and hurting people is bad for business.”

“I…I can’t pay that tab. I wouldn't have enough money to fly home.”

“That’s okay, Josh, I understand that mistakes happen. You get a bit drunk, you don't realise how much money you’re spending, it happens.”

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

“But that doesn't mean I can let you off the hook. How about you do some work for us? If you pay off your debt, you’re free to go.”

“What sort of work, if you mean drugs I-”

“What sort of a man do you think I am, Josh? I don't touch nasty stuff like that, no, all you’d need to do is work in one of my many bars.”

That didn't sound so bad.

“So I wouldn’t be doing anything illegal?”

“Nothing of the sort! You pour some drinks, talk with people, show them a good time, that’s all.”

I swallowed; I knew there was probably more to this; there had to be. The way Kenji smiled made my blood turn cold. But what choice did I have? There was no way I wanted to risk seeing what this man and his friends were like when they were angry, and I couldn't afford to pay that stupid tab. Just thinking about all those zeros made my tongue taste bitter; I didn't like beer before, but now I hated the stuff. Kenji reached out his hand, and I reluctantly took it. He grasped my hand in both of his and nodded happily. 

“A deal is a deal, here.” 

He let go and reached into his pocket, and pulled out a necklace. It was a tiny silver link chain with a silver K hanging from it. He looked at me expectantly, and I took it.

“You want me to wear a necklace.”

“Until you pay off your debt, you belong to me. All owners make their dogs wear collars; it’s just responsible pet ownership.”

His tone was needling like he wanted me to fight back, and he only smiled wider when I didn’t. The necklace was too small; it was a struggle to even get it over my head and the chain tugged at my hair as I pulled it down over my skull. When it finally came to rest against my neck, I could feel it pressing against my skin, more like a choker than a proper necklace. Maybe that was the point. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, which only made Kenji smile wider. 

“So, where will I be working? I suppose I will start right now.”

That’s what always happened in the manga, anyway.

“Oh, you can't start yet. You need to wait till you’re ready.”

“Ready?”

My palms started to sweat; what did he mean? I swallowed and felt an odd ache in my throat; was the necklace causing it? I reached a hand up and immediately realised something was wrong. I could feel my skin shifting slightly as my Adam’s apple began to shrink. It didn't hurt, but it was disappearing, leaving a smooth curve of neck behind. 

“What’s happening? Wha-what did you do to my voice? Why do I sound like…like a woman!?”

Kenji just sat back and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

“Female workers get a lot more attention than male ones.” He said simply. As if this were a totally normal situation I should have seen coming. “Really you should thank me, you’ll pay off your debt much faster with a new body.”

“New body?”

Even as the words left my mouth I felt my body starting to shift all over. The tingling moved from my throat to my lips, and I felt them becoming fuller as my jawline smoothed. My eyelashes appeared at the edge of my vision and my eyelids started to feel heavier. Suddenly, Kenji’s cronies didn't seem like the biggest threat anymore. I ran back out into the bar, trying to catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirrored surface. The bartender chuckled and stepped aside as I clambered over the bartop and didn't even complain when I pushed a section of the bottles aside so I could see myself more clearly. Glass shattered on the floor, and I felt a spray of moisture at my ankles, but I didn’t care. I was too consumed with my reflection. My eyes had become mono-lidded; my eyelashes thick and dark. My iris had turned a rich, dark shade of brown that was almost black. 

“N-no…no way.”

My whole face was changing now, becoming soft, delicate…and feminine. 

“We’ve got a new worker, fellas!” Somebody behind me shouted and I groaned, my whole body was starting to change now and the sensations were somewhere between pain and pleasure. A pressure started to build at the base of my spine, and I moaned in pain as my hips began to slide outwards, becoming wider just in time for both my ass cheeks to inflate. My jeans strained, the cheap fabric tearing at the seams until, finally, they ripped. I could feel cool air across my bare butt cheeks as streaks appeared in the fabric, tearing right across the cheeks so that the skin was on show for all the men behind me. 

The extra weight made me wobble as my centre of gravity shifted. I took a few steps to try and right myself, only to fall backwards as my feet slipped out of my shoes. I landed heavily on my newly padded ass and swore in Japanese. I’d been learning the language for years, but now, it seemed to come almost more naturally than English. 

I stumbled to my feet just in time for my transforming body to throw me a new curve ball. Or rather, two. My chest began to grow and I moaned, feeling my nipples grow more sensitive as they were pressed against the fabric of my shirt. It also strained, fabric stretching well past the point of saving. It didn't rip like my cheap denim, but it didn't matter. My new breasts were pressed up against the fabric so hard that my nipples were clearly visible; I might as well have been naked for all the shirt covered. 

Between my legs I could feel things shifting, not just on the outside but inside too. My cock and balls were melting away and I could feel a womb growing inside me as I was changed fully into a woman; not just outside but inside. 

The bones in my arms clicked as their subtly changed shape; I held up my hands to try and steady myself so I wouldn't fall and watched in horror as my fingers smoothed. My nails became neat and round, and then the skin beneath them started to change colour. Living in the Midwest, I’d always had a slight tan. It was hard to avoid even if you spent most of your time inside. But that tan was nothing compared to the rich olive tone my skin was starting to take. It spread all over, taking any blemishes, scars or imperfections with it. By the time I turned back to the mirror, I had been totally smoothed over. 

Hair grew quickly down my back; it was an odd colour, a dark honey-ish brown that looked like black hair after multiple dye jobs. The colour was rich and the locks silky smooth as they tumbled over my shoulders and down my back. 

I blinked a few times, fingers raised to touch the necklace that now fit around my throat so well. It was still tight, but it no longer dug into my skin. The K sat against my clavicle. Taunting me. I couldn't explain how, but the necklace had transformed me into a busty Asian woman! I grabbed for it, trying to rip the damn thing off, but the delicate chain was as strong as steel. I couldn't lift it over my head or break it, and Kenji and his friends laughed as they watched me try. 

“You won't be able to remove it, sorry.” He said, not sounding remotely sorry. In fact, he sounded just the opposite. “You’ll be able to take it off once your debt is repaid.”

“You mean I am stuck in this body until it's paid back?” 

My heart began to pound against my chest, my now much heavier chest. A second ago, I was a Midwestern boy, but I’d been transformed into a Tokyo girl and there was nothing I could do about it. 

“H-how am I supposed to do this?!” I cried. “You want me to pour drinks and flirt with people, but I can barely even walk!”

Keeping my balance was surprisingly hard; I’d had a lifetime to get used to the shape and feel of my own body. Now, it was all different; my weight was distributed differently and each time I took a step, my new curves would subtly jiggle and shift. It was too much to take in all at once. 

“Again, you underestimate me. I am not a cruel man. Of course, we have something to help get you into the right mindset.” Kenji said, clicking his fingers at the bartender, who produced something from a drawer.

He held up a pair of earrings, simple star studs. They were the sort of thing I wouldn't have glanced twice at even a few hours ago. Now, those tiny silver studs filled my heart with fear. If a necklace could do all this, what would those earrings do to me?

“They will help you get used to your new body, give you the instincts to walk the walk and talk the talk, as they say in Hollywood,” Kenji explained. “They’ll also give you the sort of personality that’ll be beneficial in this kind of work.”

I swallowed, half expecting Kenji to click his fingers again and have those men hold me down but they didn’t. They were going to wait and make me do it to myself. If anything, that was almost more humiliating than having my ears pierced by force. They all waited expectantly as I slowly reached out and held the studs in my hands. My fingers trembled as I pulled the backs off and positioned them over my earlobes.

“Don’t worry, they are clean. You won't get an infection or anything.” He assured me as if that was the most concerning part of all this. 

I winced as the metal poked through my ear with a little pinprick of pain, which turned to a dull ache in a matter of seconds. I pushed through the second one and immediately felt a wave of dizziness sweep over me. I stumbled again, but this time, I caught myself straightening my back. The dizziness passed as soon as it came, and when it did, I felt oddly lighter. I took a few experimental steps on my new delicate feet, feeling the cold tiles against my skin. 

As I took a few steps, my hips gently swayed, helping me keep my balance. The next few steps were confident, the sway getting stranger as my shoulders and arms joined in the movement. Before I could stop myself, I was strutting up and down the laneway behind the bar with a goofy smile on my face. It felt…good! Fun even, to have my body moving this way.

“This is kinda…cute!” I said in Japanese, my voice taking on a more cutesy tone. “Ah! Why am I talking like this?”

“Like I said, a little personality adjustment, nothing major,” Kenji said. “Oh, and you can't take those off either.”

“Aw, boo!” I stuck my tongue out, then caught myself, turning red in the face. Some of the men were snickering, and I realised I was still wearing those ripped jeans with my ass half hanging out and the top that left nothing to the imagination. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you all dressed up and ready to go,” Kenji assured me, motioning for me to come back out of the bar and into that shadowy room. 

Once inside, he rummaged through boxes until he produced a pair of ripped booty shorts, and a black long sleeve shirt with loose fabric that would hang off one shoulder at all times. He handed them to me expectantly and I started to reluctantly strip off. It felt good to get the ill-fitting clothing off, but undressing in front of this guy I just met was so awkward! Awkward and…something else. The blush from my face was spreading across my body, but it felt different from embarrassment. I could feel blood rushing between my legs and across my chest, keeping my nipples almost painfully hard. 

There was a simple pair of panties in the shorts, which I was grateful for, but no bra. I slipped the shorts on first, feeling my butt bounce as I jumped up and down, trying to squeeze into the tight fitting denim. Then pulled the shirt on over my head, shifting awkwardly feeling my breasts hanging on my chest. Without any support, even the slightest movement made them jiggle. They weren’t huge, maybe only a C cup, but after a lifetime of being flat-chested they felt enormous. 

That same odd flustered feeling kept building as Kenji watched me adjust myself and I realised, to my horror, it was arousal. It was these new earrings, they were compelling me to feel turned on by being watched. God that was so embarrassing. I tried to fight the feeling, and remind myself that I was straight and male, regardless of how I looked. But my body was betraying me, and heat and wetness flowed between my legs.

“Now,” Kenji said. “You need a name, of course, can’t go calling you Josh anymore looking like this.”

He walked around me, circling me like a predator as he looked me up and down with an appraising eye. He smiled and cupped both my breasts, making my breath freeze in my lungs. He played with them a little, bouncing them up and down and making my face turn beet red. 

“Look at these and that peachy ass, I know the perfect name for you.” He grinned. “Welcome to my service, Momoko.”

I didn't trust myself to speak; my mind was reeling from the change, and all the new mental impulses were colliding with each other, keeping me frozen in place. This isn't how I’d imagined this trip going at all. As I looked at Kenji’s shark smile, I felt conflicting emotions rise up in me: my own fear of what the future held under his sway and the arousal the earrings compelled me to feel. I was just going to have to fight these feelings; I didn't want to think about what I might do if I couldn't resist their allure.