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How humilating it had been going to the American embassy. It was the worst idea ever, and that was saying something, sice coming to Tokyo and taking this job was a terrible decision.

Terrence/Gina/Yumi had raced to the embassy first thing in the morning with all of her papers, instead of going to work. She didn't even realize how much time she had spent putting on her makeup, doing her hair and getting dressed in the cutest outfit before she left. It had been part of her daily routine for so long that she just did it now without thinking. She also didn't realize that she begged the guards to let her in entirely in Japanese. But, they took pity on the cute girl in front of them, even if she hadn't looked very Japanese, and let her into the embassy.

The American man who met her was so large and handsome. She blushed just being in his presence and couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. She was just a silly little girl after all and he was a big, strong American man. What was wrong with her?

She managed to tell the man her whole story, about coming to Japan for a job and getting stuck here and slowly turning into a Japanese girl. She even showed him her papers, the ones that said her name was Yumi and that she was born in Japan. The man smiled, nodded, acted really friendly, then said he would see what he could do for her. She was so happy she jumped up and down and giggled. I need to get out of here!

They took good care of her for hours, until a representative of the company showed up to pick her up. She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "No! I'm not going with you! I want to go home!"

"We are taking you home, Yumi." The company man turned to the big American man and bowed. "I apologize. Yumi has been problematic from the begining. We will take good care of her and she will not bother you again."

When Yumi was shoved roughly into the company SUV, she felt a sharp sting on her butt and then everything went black.

When she woke up, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar Japanese girl. It took her a moment to realize it was a mirror, and she was looking at her own face. She squeaked and tried to deny it, but it was most definitely her. What had they done to her?

"Ah, Yumi. You are awake. Onagi-san wishes to speak with you as soon as you are able." It was the young man that worked for Onagi-san. "Sukiyama will help you get ready."

The other girl entered and got the dazed Yumi ready to see Onagi-san, her boss. Yumi only stared at herself in the mirror as she became more and more overly feminine, dressed all ink pink to match her pink hair and pink phone and pink shoes. She looked like strawberry milkshake, she thought, but she just sat and let Sukiyama do her work. She was too stunned to move or protest, even when Sukiyama led her down the hall to Onagi-san's office, passing many handsome men on the way.

"Oh, so beautiful," Onagi-san said when Yumi entered his office. "You are perfect."

Yumi giggled and bowed, completely submissve in the presence of such a powerful man.

"Yumi, I feel terrible about what has happened, but I will make it up to you. You have been entrusted to the care of the company. Legally, I am your guardian and I am to make all decisions for you. Do you understand?"

Yumi didn't understand, but she giggled and nodded. I'm...stuck. She wanted to cry, but she funneled all of her emotions into being bubbly and happy for her powerful and handsome boss. If she was patient, she could still get out of this. She had to believe that or she would lose her mind completely.

"Good. Very good. You are such a good girl, Yumi."

She giggled and blushed.

"The company needs a new face to show the world. Someone that will draw attention to us, and you are that person. You should feel proud, Yumi. Of all the girls in Japan, I chose you."

She bowed and giggled. "Thank you Onagi-san!"

He smiled. "No, thank you. I've looked a long time for the perfect mascot. But I have a very specific look in mind..."

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How humilating it had been going to the American embassy. It was the worst idea ever, and that was saying something, sice coming to Tokyo and taking this job was a terrible decision.

Terrence/Gina/Yumi had raced to the embassy first thing in the morning with all of her papers, instead of going to work. She didn't even realize how much time she had spent putting on her makeup, doing her hair and getting dressed in the cutest outfit before she left. It had been part of her daily routine for so long that she just did it now without thinking. She also didn't realize that she begged the guards to let her in entirely in Japanese. But, they took pity on the cute girl in front of them, even if she hadn't looked very Japanese, and let her into the embassy.

The American man who met her was so large and handsome. She blushed just being in his presence and couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. She was just a silly little girl after all and he was a big, strong American man. What was wrong with her?

She managed to tell the man her whole story, about coming to Japan for a job and getting stuck here and slowly turning into a Japanese girl. She even showed him her papers, the ones that said her name was Yumi and that she was born in Japan. The man smiled, nodded, acted really friendly, then said he would see what he could do for her. She was so happy she jumped up and down and giggled. I need to get out of here!

They took good care of her for hours, until a representative of the company showed up to pick her up. She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "No! I'm not going with you! I want to go home!"

"We are taking you home, Yumi." The company man turned to the big American man and bowed. "I apologize. Yumi has been problematic from the begining. We will take good care of her and she will not bother you again."

When Yumi was shoved roughly into the company SUV, she felt a sharp sting on her butt and then everything went black.

When she woke up, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar Japanese girl. It took her a moment to realize it was a mirror, and she was looking at her own face. She squeaked and tried to deny it, but it was most definitely her. What had they done to her?

"Ah, Yumi. You are awake. Onagi-san wishes to speak with you as soon as you are able." It was the young man that worked for Onagi-san. "Sukiyama will help you get ready."

The other girl entered and got the dazed Yumi ready to see Onagi-san, her boss. Yumi only stared at herself in the mirror as she became more and more overly feminine, dressed all ink pink to match her pink hair and pink phone and pink shoes. She looked like strawberry milkshake, she thought, but she just sat and let Sukiyama do her work. She was too stunned to move or protest, even when Sukiyama led her down the hall to Onagi-san's office, passing many handsome men on the way.

"Oh, so beautiful," Onagi-san said when Yumi entered his office. "You are perfect."

Yumi giggled and bowed, completely submissve in the presence of such a powerful man.

"Yumi, I feel terrible about what has happened, but I will make it up to you. You have been entrusted to the care of the company. Legally, I am your guardian and I am to make all decisions for you. Do you understand?"

Yumi didn't understand, but she giggled and nodded. I'm...stuck. She wanted to cry, but she funneled all of her emotions into being bubbly and happy for her powerful and handsome boss. If she was patient, she could still get out of this. She had to believe that or she would lose her mind completely.

"Good. Very good. You are such a good girl, Yumi."

She giggled and blushed.

"The company needs a new face to show the world. Someone that will draw attention to us, and you are that person. You should feel proud, Yumi. Of all the girls in Japan, I chose you."

She bowed and giggled. "Thank you Onagi-san!"

He smiled. "No, thank you. I've looked a long time for the perfect mascot. But I have a very specific look in mind..."