Hinata - Reflections (Man to Japanese Woman TG Preg)

A sequel to the original Hinata - now accessible to all tiers HERE

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for Scoobert

Hinata Ito was once an ordinary white American man named Benjamin. But after she got the Gender Flu, she came to embrace her new life as a Japanese woman, and even found a husband named Kenji. Now into her second trimester of pregnancy, she reflects on how far she’s come and what’s ahead of her.

Hinata - Reflections

It was a fancy date night, and I certainly felt very fancy. I never really had much in the way of fancy dates at all when I was Benjamin, but that was a lifetime ago, before the Gender Flu turned me into a Japanese woman, language and all, and I found my Kenji. Now, I was a wife. A pregnant wife. And you could be sure I was going to be a stylish one, especially since my loving Kenji could barely keep his eyes off of me. We were in Kyoto for a holiday, spending time with my husband’s parents, but tonight was ours alone for an intimate dinner.

“You look so very beautiful, Hinata,” he said as we walked down the lovely streets of Kyoto. “Pregnancy suits you.”

“I should hope so!” I said with a giggle, batting his arm lightly. “You’re the one who did this to me, so you better treat me well!”

“I always do, you know that.” He rubbed my belly. I was wearing a classy dress that was a modern mix of a kimono and a western style. It had a more delicate bow, and the material was expensive enough that I couldn’t believe he had gifted it to me, but it was loose 

I leaned against him a little more as we walked, love stirring in my heart. “I know you do,” I said. “I still can’t believe how easily you accepted me after finding out I had the Gender Flu. I mean, some days I just feel like this total imposter.”

He slowed his step, which was very much appreciated, as he was 5’10 and I was . . . not that. The Gender Flu had made me a very beautiful Japanese woman, and I sometimes felt quite smug about having generous C-cups, which were larger than most women had here, but I certainly wasn’t tall. And with my five-month pregnant belly sticking out and a baby shifting within me like an odd little alien, I wasn’t exactly moving at a great pace.

“What do you mean by that, my sweet?” he asked me, a hand on the small of my back. I loved that feeling.

“I just mean that it feels like I have it all, and I don’t deserve it, and that I don’t belong to it sometimes. I know, it’s strange, but it’s true. I went from a white guy to a Japanese woman. I understood kanji practically overnight. And I met you, and your odd sense of humour and your welcoming parents who accepted me as I am, and now we have a baby-”

“Probably from that night you dressed up as a maid for me,” he said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “That was definitely after.”

“Are you sure? Perhaps when you were a nurse, then . . .”

“You’re incorrigble! And you’re trying to distract me from my woes.”

“A husband’s job if there ever was one.”:

“What I was trying to say is that I feel like I have taken a life that doesn’t belong to me, at least sometimes. I’m so happy, and that makes me feel guilty. Does that make sense?”

Kenji raised an eyebrow. “Not at all.”

“Hey!”

“Kidding! It makes perfect sense. People who experience good fortune feel this way all the time. I feel that way when I think about how I won the best wife in the world. But I decided that if I didn’t deserve it, I would spend the rest of my life earning her.” 

My heart fluttered, as it often did when he said things like that. I clutched my man’s arm, resting my head against his shoulder - well his upper arm at least - as we continued walking.

“I love you,” I said.

“You know, I feel rather loved right now. And look, if I can change the subject to something more serious . . .”

“More serious than an existential crisis? What is it?”

He grinned in that mischievous way of his. “Your ass looks great in this dress.”

“You really are incorrigible!”

***

The restaurant was lovely. It was Shabu Shabu, which was one of my favourites. There was something quite exciting about ordering all the thin shavings of meat and vegetables that I wanted and being the one to boil them in the sauce as I wanted. Kenji knew that my stomach was doing somersaults for food lately, and not just because of a baby literally doing somersaults in my womb.

“Mhmm,” I moaned, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “This is so good!”

Kenji rested his chin in his hands and smiled with delight at me. “You seem to be in a better mood?”

“Good food and a lovely date will do that. God, I’m eating so much, husband. I definitely feel like I’m eating for two right now, as my home country puts it.”

He extended a hand across the table and squeezed mine. “Well, this is your home country too, remember?”

I blushed. “I know. It’s just that these pregnancy hormones have me full of reflection I guess. Not a sentence I ever expected to say, but I guess your big dick did all the work there.”

This time it was his turn to blush. “Hinata, we’re in a public place!”

I snapped my chopsticks playfully at him. “Please, we’re in a private enclosed cubicle with a curtain and everything. It’s fancy as hell and I love it, but it also lets me be a little naughty.”

At that, I unbuttoned part of the front of my dress, exposing a bit more cleavage. His eyes wandered south, making me giggle.

“See?” I said.

“I retract my complaints.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure my boobs are going to be D-cups if they keep slowly growing.”

“Just another good reason to knock you up, my love.”

All this talk of pregnancy and growth made me hungrier, and so I dove back into my meal and ordered some more to come my way. The service here was wonderful, but far better was the sight of my Kenji in his formal shirt and slacks to compliment my own dress.

“I haven’t told you how good you look,” I told him, brushing my leg against his underneath the table. “My handsome man.”

“See, that’s just another reason why you shouldn’t feel bad about being turned by the Gender Flu. You caught me, certainly, and that was all your own effort!”

He wasn’t entirely wrong, though I couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t partly because I also became very pretty as well. I certainly felt so with my pretty dress, even if it did display my bump a bit more than intended. Or was that a good thing? Sometimes I wasn’t so sure. I tried to embrace my femininity at every turn - God knows that my sister-in-law Suzuki practically dragged me to every mall she could to conquer my old male ego and replace it with womanly pride. Hell, it was only because of her that I wore my first bikini, something Kenji was very much a fan of. And dressing like a feminine Japanese wife was something my mother-in-law Hiromi approved of. She had taken time to like me, but now she treated me like a true daughter, and so even when I had the occasional flicker of embarrassment at wearing a skirt or dress or pantsuit, knowing I fit right into my husband’s family as a result helped smooth any anxieties over.

Still, even as I ate a delicious dinner on a romantic date with my husband, part of me couldn’t help but wonder what life would have been like if I hadn’t developed the Gender Flu and stayed as Ben. White, male Ben. Would I have found a girlfriend and fallen in love? Would I still be living near my parents? I loved my folks, and they were so excited to come over and meet our baby once it was born, but Kenji’s job meant we had taken a trip interstate, and we were both often in Japan. It made it feel like there was a vaster gulf between us than there truly was. Certainly, there were parts of being a woman I could do without. Japan had a lovely culture, but I’d experienced the occasional harassment when not with Kenji, especially from one drunk salaryman who tried to grope my ass. And while I wouldn’t have a period now for a few months yet, they were certainly no fun! All the expectations of makeup and style were things that brought me closer to Suzuki, but they were also an expectation, one I had to often meet even when I just felt like being a lazy male again who barely brushed his hair. And as for little things, a small part of me really just missed being able to pee standing up. Having to squat when we went camping that one time was rather awkward.

And yet, even as we fell silent again and ate our food, I couldn’t help but focus on Kenji’s smile, the way his eyes continued to roam my form. I could always tell when my husband was getting randy, and it made me quite in the mood too. Pregnancy had only increased my already-impressive libido. But it wasn’t purely lust in his eyes, but overwhelming love too. The way he looked at my dark eyes or examined me when he thought I wasn’t looking, as if seeing me for the first time like he had not longer after I’d first been changed by the Gender Flu. And just like that, another little flutter stirred in my stomach, our growing child shifting position within me and causing the gentlest ripple across my taught dome. I lowered a hand and felt it, smiling to myself, knowing that Kenji could easily infer what had just happened. Yes, there were benefits to being a woman too, especially one with a loving husband who had planted this gorgeous little baby within me. I could never have imagined that my stomach would balloon with life one day, or that I would actually be looking forward to breastfeeding my child, and while childbirth still scared and - frankly - embarrassed my vestigial male ego, I knew I would also be proud to go through with it. I would have a true family with Kenji, with a little son or daughter he had given me. And that alone made it worthwhile.

“What are you smiling about?” Kenji asked me.

I grinned, biting my lip a little to contain just how joyous I had suddenly become. That was pregnancy, I supposed. It really did mess with your hormones - male me could barely have believed it! 

“I’m just so happy,” I said, wiping my teary eyes a little.

“Well, this truly is a rollercoaster!”

“Shush, you! You’re the one who made me so emotional.”

“I can tell the baby is moving.”

“Would you like to feel?”

He could barely get out of his seat quickly enough to place his hand on my belly. When the baby stirred he could barely sense it, though it felt like a real wallop to me.

“Amazing.”

“Is it, isn’t it?” I told him.

We both smiled together, then kissed. It was a good thing we had our little enclosed booth, because it was quite the dramatic, scorching hot kind of kiss. The kind that gets people kicked out of restaurants. But I was hormonal and didn’t care, and I had this superpower where I could drive Kenji wild.

We ate our fill and left as soon as we could, both of our bodies absolutely in heat for one another.

***

The pair of us tiptoed through Kenji’s parents’ house. We were staying there while in Kyoto, and while we were now married and had our own room together, we also tried to be discreet. Hiromi was already sound asleep, and the same for her husband, since my father-in-law had a terrific snore. We both giggled and shushed one another as we snuck upstairs to our room. I held the rung as I ascended, mindful of the shifted weight in my body as a result of our baby, but in truth I wanted to run up there. My body was damn excited and I was almost overwhelmed by emotion from all the reflection. I needed to let off a lot of steam, and if there was one part I’d definitely embraced about being a woman, it was having Kenji’s big, hard dick inside me. I was wet for it already.

“Shh, nearly there,” he whispered, placing his hands over me at the top of the stairwell. He cupped my butt, and I began to unbuckle his belt. The naughtiness of it only added to the arousal, especially when I ran my fingers over his member, which was tenting supremely through his pants.

I suppressed another giggle, and let him lead me into the room. He closed the door, flicked on the low lamp light, but I was already on him by that point, my own damn belly getting in the way as I tried to wrap my arms around him.

“Someone’s feisty!”

“I’ve got hormones. And a loving husband. And besides, my libido is always crazy for you, you know that.”

“And I’ve got a beautiful pregnant wife that I want to make cry out in delight.”

“I’ll wake your parents!”

“Well, I’ll cover your mouth when you cum, Hinata.”

I moaned, loving his sexy talk. He helped me remove my dress while I continued unbuckling his pants. We had to be quiet but it was damn hard with him being as sexy as he was, and my Hinata self was a real screamer in the bedroom. When my dress was off and his shirt too we both admired one another, his eyes on my swollen boobs and taut belly, and mine on his lovely pecs.

“Damn, I love you pregnant.”

“Well, I guess I love being pregnant, the way you look at me.”

I knew he liked me like this, and it really did confirm for me that I’d made all the right choices. I had earned this, from the way I’d embraced what I’d become. And now I embraced my husband, letting him unclasp my bra and kiss and nibble at my breasts. They were sensitive, but the brief stings were worth it for the pleasure, especially when he helped lift me to the bed. I lay on my back, the weight of my child on me, my legs spread wide after he pulled away my underwear. His enormous dick was hard and ready, and I licked my lips at the sight of it, anticipating the moment he entered me.

“Like this, with my belly on display?” I teased him, rubbing it. It was flatter while I laid down, but still very discernible.

“Absolutely like this,” Kenji replied. “My pregnant goddess.”

I giggled, but not for long, because moments later he pushed into me, my folds parting to allow him access to my wet tunnel. I writhed, shoulders tensing as he entered me, and the sensitivity was even greater now that I was knocked up with his child.

“Ohhhh, Kenji! Deeper! Deeper! I love you!”

He shushed me, even as he grinned at my responses. Then he was thrusting into me, sliding back and forth and making me his once again. I moaned, playing with my breasts and pinching my nipples, until he leaned forward and took over, pressing them together and driving me mad with the additional bliss. 

“Yessss,” I moaned, trying to keep quiet. “Ohhh, Kenji. You were right. I earned this, and so h-have you! Mhmmm!”

He fucked me, and this time I was entirely submissive to him, acting the part of a proper Japanese bride. It was perfect. Normally I was more active, especially in that maid outfit that he loved, but this time I just wanted to relish being a woman, letting myself be dominated. I spread my legs ride and gripped him with them, holding on for dear life as he stimulated my most sensitive places.

“K-Kenji! I want you to c-cuhHHH-mph!!”

He managed to thrust into me and cup my mouth just as he came, grunting loudly but not nearly to my own squealing delight. He held his hand there as I made all kinds of muffled sounds, his semen pouring into me just as it had the night we’d conceived our child together. It was warm and wet and wonderful, and it left me squirming from the repeated orgasms. 

In the aftermath he removed his hand, and I lay there, rubbing my belly, soothing our little child as it shifted around in the aftermath. He exited me, eliciting another sensitive gasp, and then my Kenji got up on the bed beside me and placed his arms around me. We lay there, catching our breaths, and only after some time did I managed to shift around, my belly pressing against his lower stomach.

“You make me love being me,” I said to him.

“That’s my whole job,” he replied. We kissed, passionately again, and then a daintier kiss, one full of romance. We got up and cleaned ourselves off, shared a quick shower during which he spent far too much time cupping my belly and my ass, both of which I didn’t really mind at all. Then, after he’d had his fun, we returned to the bed, this time under the covers, the pair of us naked. Hiromi would know not to barge in when morning arrived, and besides, I wanted to feel all of my husband, and his hands upon my stomach. 

I was Hinata Sato; Japanese woman, wife, and soon-to-be-mother. I couldn’t imagine my life being any other way.  

With that thought, I drifted off to calming sleep.

The End