Business Trip to Japan Didn’t Go as Planned

Lying on the soft bed, unable to move a muscle, Tom could only silently watch as the kidnapper of his body examined his documents and phone, sitting in the soft chair across from him. He could feel his breath catch in his chest, and his heart was pounding wildly in his new, unnervingly soft and feminine breasts. It took him a moment to realize he had tensed up — only noticing when the thin straps of the bra dug painfully into his shoulders. She really had switched bodies with him and... Damn, this isn't a dream. This is real.

— Hm... So, I’m now 25-year-old Tom Saderberg... A procurement manager from an American company... And, apparently, this is my first solo trip abroad for business negotiations. Oh, and here’s my return ticket! Perfect, that means you... or rather, I’ve already done everything and I’m flying out tomorrow. Oh... Finally, my dick and I are American again! Fuck, that was a goddamn mistake. Never again will I swap bodies with a woman...

The stranger raised his eyes to Tom, speaking in his voice, a small smile on his face, though more out of sympathy than mockery.

— Well... Sakura... I guess it's time to explain a bit, this must be a huge shock for you.

Tom wanted to scream, but he couldn’t even move his lips. His heart was thundering in his chest, but it wasn’t his heart. It beat differently, deeper, softer, and every cell of his body responded with alien sensations. He could clearly feel how his breasts pressed heavily against his ribcage, and something soft and uncomfortably tight was squeezing his thighs and groin. Fuck! The bra. The panties. Everything was too tight, too silky, too foreign.

He tried to swallow, but even his throat felt different. There was no familiar husky tone. His skin was smooth, too soft. His breathing was shallow, as if he had become weaker. And the worst part — there was nothing between his legs. Just emptiness.

His body — the real body — started to move. The stranger smiled.

— I... I... — Tom tried to say something, hearing his new voice — thin, high-pitched, with a distinct Japanese accent. This wasn’t his voice. It was Sakura’s voice. His lips trembled as he tried to speak again:

— I… I... no… this isn’t... — the words mixed together, coming out unsure, weak. God, he was even speaking differently! It was like his entire personality had shrunk into something fragile and powerless.

Meanwhile, the kidnapper of his body unbuttoned his jacket, clearly enjoying how confident he felt in the male body.

— Oh, why are you so worked up? — he smirked, stretching his neck. — Yeah, now you’re called Sakura. Yeah, you live in Japan. You have a husband, a kid… look, — he shoved Tom’s smartphone in front of him. Several photos appeared on the screen: a cute Japanese woman smiling while hugging a handsome man, a small boy around four years old standing next to them.

— This... — Tom’s breath caught. He felt something heavy rise in his throat. Was this his new family? His new life?

— Yeah, your husband is Takashi, nice guy, but honestly, a bit of a bore. But, whatever. You should be happy, since now you’re a happy Japanese housewife! — the kidnapper said sarcastically. — Oh, and yeah, I forgot to mention... me and him have been... um... cold with each other for a couple of months. So, I haven’t really slept with him much, so you know, don’t envy me if he decides to make up for lost time with you.

Tom felt everything inside him turn cold. No. No, no, no. This can’t be true.

— Watashi no karada o kaeshite... (Give me my body back…) — he whispered, shocked that it came out sounding so differently than he was used to. His eyes went wide.

The kidnapper of his body only smirked, slipping Tom’s jacket on and glancing around as if thinking about what useful things he could find.

— Oh yeah, here's another funny detail, — "Tom" said, stepping toward Tom’s bag, which was by the bed. — Your English. Or rather, now it’s Japanese. You see, when a body swap happens, your brain gradually adjusts to the new identity, so...

He leaned forward, his smile widening.

— Soon, you won’t understand English anymore.

Tom blinked, not immediately understanding the meaning of what was said. Then, as if something clicked inside him, he tried to respond, but suddenly realized the words he wanted to say were slipping away. He knew them... but couldn’t say them. English, his native language, now felt distant, as if he had known it once long ago, but now it was... unnatural.

— N-no... — his voice trembled. He tried again, but instead of his usual words, something strange came out: — Watashi wa... chigau...! (I... no...!)

The kidnapper’s eyes sparkled, and he laughed loudly.

— See? I’m not lying. That’s another bonus to your new life, Sakura. Don’t worry. You’re Japanese now, so it all makes sense, right?

'No, I’m not Japanese! I’m American! I’m a man! I’m Tom!' — he wanted to scream, but instead, he could only gasp, feeling how his foreign body trembled traitorously.

The kidnapper of his body clapped his hands, grinning, and quickly typed something on the phone.

— Well, I think it’s time for me to go, — he said calmly. He was clearly savoring every movement, every muscle of the body that now belonged to him. — Gotta get used to your life, meet your colleagues. After all, you know, my... your... first business trip, wouldn’t want to screw it up.

Tom sucked in a sharp breath, feeling how something soft on his chest squeezed slightly with the movement. Damn, his breasts. They were real. He felt how the bra chafed under his arms, how the tight panties clung to his hips and ass. Even his posture was different — more fragile, unfamiliar.

— Give... me... my body... — he growled, but the voice, that pitiful, high voice, didn’t sound threatening; it sounded like a plea.

The kidnapper laughed, stuffed his hands in his pants pockets, and looked down at him.

— You’re still hoping, huh? Well, let me tell you, Sakura... There’s no going back. It’s impossible. And even if there were... Do you think I’d go back into that body? Into that... discomfort? Into that routine? — he pretended to shudder. — Oh, no. Not a chance. Honestly, it’s your own fault. You thought you’d fuck a hot Japanese chick, like on a business trip, and then go back to the States, right?

Tom froze. His skin was covered in cold sweat.

— N-no... — he shook his head, but something inside him twisted painfully.

He had really thought that.

— Well, then, — the kidnapper smirked, throwing on the jacket and grabbing the suitcase. — Good deal, right? I’m a man again, an American, with my money, career, and future. And you... well, let’s just say, now you get to experience the joys of being a woman. In exchange — a cozy home, a husband, a kid... Enjoy, Sakura. — He leaned in close and whispered directly in his ear: — And, by the way... your husband’s probably been waiting for you.

Tom shuddered, feeling a cold tremor run down his new, delicate spine.

The door slammed shut. He... Sakura, was now alone, waiting for the magical freezing to wear off so she could move again.