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By FoxFaceStories

Jake never expected to be turned into Sora, a gorgeous Japanese woman totally devoted to her boyfriend, but it happened anyway thanks to a wish from his best friend Freddy. The same Freddy who became her boyfriend! Thankfully, at least, she recently got her memories back.

Turning Japanese

So yeah, it turns out that I wasn’t always a super sexy and often quite submissive Japanese woman. You can blame my boyfriend Freddy for that, or as I used to know him as; my best friend. Of course, I can also thank him for restoring my personality and memories, since I’ve been missing those for the better part of two years, during which I’ve been living as his ultimate dream girl.

It was all the result of a stupid wish. Neither of us ever believed in magic. We were just two young white guys enjoying our break from college, hanging out and shooting the shit. We’d been videogaming for hours, when suddenly Freddy noticed that the night sky out the window was impressively lit up, dancing green and blue ribbons of light streaming across it like we were somehow experiencing the Northern Lights. Naturally, we went outside, and sure enough, it was some kind of cosmic phenomena. There were even shooting stars.

“Looks like we need to make a wish, right?” I joked.

“Hell yeah!” Freddy said, quite enthusiastically. “Oh, I know. I should wish to finally get a girlfriend.”

“Dude, you need to start actually flirting with girls and taking a chance, like I do. Even if you get rejected. It’s a learning process.”

My friend, you see, was/is a bit of a nerd. Loves anime, loves Japan, loves tabletop games and all that stuff. He’s definitely a little on the spectrum side of things, but he’s a good guy. Really loveable once you get to know him, though his desire for a perfect girlfriend set his expectations way too high. Or so I thought.

“Yeah, well, you never know if a wish might come true, Jake” he said. 

“For a hot Japanese girl with big tits who can cook you all sorts of meals and has a love of dressing up in sexy cosplay outfits from your favourite shows? I don’t know about that, man.”

He just grinned at me. “Might as well find out. Oh, look, here’s another shooting star! Okay, I officially wish to have my ideal girlfriend, who would be a very beautiful Japanese woman around my own age, with a nice pair of breasts and a gorgeous figure, long black hair, and a love of cooking and cosplay, not to mention she likes to be a bit submissive in bed, if you know what I mean!”

I remember just chuckling. “Oh, is that all? I’m sure that-”

And that’s where my memory ends. At least, my memory as Jake. What happened next was that there was a flash of light, and suddenly standing beside Freddy was Sora, an incredibly beautiful twenty-one year old Japanese woman with a cute smile, adorable dimples, long silky black hair, and a pair of breasts that were full Double-D’s, just like my best friend likes. She was even holding his hand and everything, and when he turned and looked at her in shock, seeing her beautiful figure in a long feminine dress, he gaped.

“What the-”

And then she kissed him, raising up one leg in a supremely feminine pose, and whispering Japanese words in his mouth, all to tell him how much she loved and adored her sweet American boyfriend.

I say ‘she’ and not ‘me,’ because Sora isn’t me. At least, she wasn’t, not at the time. You see, my personality and memories were completely overwritten by whatever crazy sky magic had granted my friend’s wish. He had wished for his ideal girlfriend, and since apparently the strange cosmic phenomena couldn’t conjure a person out of nothing, the next best choice was to transform and replace the person standing next to him. From his perspective, his best friend had changed in a flash to his fantasy Japanese woman, her skin a lovely tan-olive colour, her eyes almond-shaped and gorgeously dark, her body language full of energy yet elegant all the same. I was gone, and she was there, completely head over heels in love with him.

Things could have stayed like that. Freddy could have been a right bastard and let the old me completely die away, never to be remembered, especially since as far as the world was concerned, Jake had never existed, only Sora. He might have fallen in love with her cute Japanese accent, the way she always made the most delicious sushi and sashimi rolls for him, and how she practically dragged him to Comic-con events, often doing so while wearing enticing cosplay outfits of some of his favourite anime and videogame girls. The night she dressed up as Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy for him, her breasts pushed up by her sports bra, her white tank top thin and revealing, her figure perfect and her smile suggestive, he could well have taken her to bed and enjoyed every moment of her perfect body.

But instead, Freddy was and remains my best friend. He resisted, dealing with the pecks on the cheek that Sora gave him, declining her invitations to sex, and generally doing his best to be a total gentleman, even when she offered to take him to Japan and be married to him while wearing a gorgeous white kimono and everything. Freddy worked his butt off doing all sorts of research into the strange cosmic event. He purchased weather equipment, went down rabbitholes, and refused to give up, until finally the Cosmic Event happened again, and he dragged Sora along for the ride halfway across the country. There, he just managed to reach the tail end of the storm and make his wish.

“I wish I had my friend back, and that he was back to his old self again!”

Another great flash, and there I was, all the memories rushing back, my personality reasserting itself, all the embarrassingly cringey moments of me professing my love and attraction to Freddy, dressing up and cooking for him, suddenly butting up against memories of me being a regular white dude with no knowledge of a second language at all.

To say it was a trip would be an understatement, but for some reason, whether it was because we only caught the tail end of the storm or because you can’t fully reverse a wish that has already been made, my body didn’t change back. It didn’t change at all, in fact. I was still a gorgeous Japanese woman with a nice bust and the cutest, prettiest face, and for a moment I felt supremely disappointed. Then I saw Freddy’s fallen expression, and something in my heart broke at the sight.

“It didn’t work. I failed you, Jake.”

“No! You didn’t!” I cried, my voice still possessing a Japanese accent. “It worked, Jake! At least, it worked to bring me back! I remember everything now. I remember being Jake, and losing my memories, but now I’ve got them back! It’s me, buddy!”

I hugged him so tightly I probably nearly strangled the poor guy, but he hugged me back almost as hard. We actually both cried. I tried making a wish, but the event was done, and because I still had all my memories of being Sora, I still kinda felt used to being a woman. More accustomed to it, I guess. 

The next few weeks were awkward. I was still Japanese, still a woman, and I wasn’t going to lose the accent. But I was me again. I could watch sports and sign up for the local football team. I could drink beer and eat fries again. I could also burp and fart a little, which even shocked Freddy because it just seemed so atypical coming from a woman who normally seemed quite traditional and refined. 

“I will never get used to you like this,” he told me once.

I gestured to myself and giggled in my sweet soprano voice. “How do you think I feel? I’ve got boobs and I think in Japanese now. I have to mentally translate my words into English when I speak, and I’ve got a hankering to dress up as Faye Valentine from Cowboy Bebop.”

At this, his eyes widened. “You do?”

“Y-yeah,” I said, realising how odd that was. “I guess I do . . .”

That’s the thing about my returned state; I’m sort of a combination of Freddy’s dream girl Sora and my own self now. I go by Sora, obviously. The world still knows me as her, but I also act like her often as well. I mean, I get really excited not just by upcoming videogames but by anime as well now, and the idea of dressing up as cool and sexy characters makes me so excited. I shouted “Sugoi!” and “Kawaii!” when something is awesome or cute, and I can’t help but make Japanese meals for my best friend at least three times a week, especially since we live together now. Oh, who am I kidding? I make them at least five times a week. I just love feeding and taking care of him too much! At least I’m not submissive anymore, though I won’t lie, sometimes the idea of being submissive in the bedroom is . . . deeply arousing to me. 

So yeah, like I started with, it turns out that I wasn’t always a super sexy and often quite submissive Japanese woman. Thankfully, I now know that, but at the same time I’ve got enough of my new personality quirks and desires, that I’m starting to really accept my new self. I don’t think I’ll be turning back, after all, so why not enjoy my new life? Besides, there’s one other quirk that remains with me, and one I’ve been grappling with for six weeks ever since Freddy managed to get my memories back: I am super, mega attracted to him. He’s such a cute dork! My gorgeous Japanese body is wild for him, and I just want to take off those glasses of his, kiss him on the forehead, and let him finally, finally fuck my body so we can both finally admit that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, living together and insanely into each other.

But that’ll have to wait. First I’m going to butter him up. I’m going to finish making him the most wonderful traditional okonomiyaki dish, and I’m going to wear that red dress he likes, the one that lifts my boobs so that he can’t ignore them. I’ll put on some jewellery too, and make sure my lipstick is perfect. I’ll compliment him, and tell him how much I’ve come to appreciate him, and I’ll let my foot stroke his leg beneath the table, slowly stirring the pot of attraction until he won’t be able to resist me anymore. Maybe I’ll even talk about my next cosplay, and really emphasise that I’m up for anything he wants. Anything, Freddy, because I’m still so dutiful and loyal and traditional that I just can’t wait for him to make a move and tell me what we can do this evening, because I love it when my cute, nerdy man takes control and lets his girlfriend know how submissive she can be. 

And if that doesn’t work? If he still isn’t getting the message, and not catching my clues or getting that I am totally okay with us having sex now, then I’ll just have to summon some of my old male forthrightness and grab him by the collar and drag him to the bedroom so he can have his way with my horny Japanese female body.

Either way, we’re finally going to fuck. And I think we’re going to be doing a lot more of that going forwards. I’m his dream girl, remember?

The End